Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JB West

For helpful information about this story’s main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales

Part 1 – A Nightcap

When the movie ended at around 8:45, Deena breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting there for an hour and a half with the two little ones snuggled into her on either side had been both heaven and hell rolled up into one.

Cassidy had fallen asleep about twenty minutes in, right on schedule. When Kim noticed the sleeping woman and pointed her out to Rachel, they both chuckled. And as usual, Cassidy was wide awake by the time the credits started to roll.

It was time for the girls to go to bed, but Katie insisted that Deena and Cassidy come upstairs to see her room first. Kim was fine with that, so everyone followed the delighted six-year-old to the staircase. Katie was practically skipping up the steps, giving Cassidy and Deena tantalizing glimpses of her panties along the way. A moment later, she came to an abrupt halt in front of an open door. “Here it is!” she cried.

“Wow,” said Deena, looking into the room from the hallway. “It’s really pink.”

And it was. The entire room had been decorated in a variety of shades of pink. The walls, the carpet, the canopy over the bed, all pink. A large collection of stuffed animals were mostly pink as well. The bedding, the vanity, a small table and chair set, and even the beanbag chair in the corner were similarly hued.

“I love pink,” Katie exclaimed, hugging herself.

“So does Deena,” Cassidy said, giving her lover a quick wink.

The girls were successfully tucked in, a round of good nights were said, and the four women marched back downstairs. “Okay, who needs a drink?” Rachel said, walking into the kitchen.

Cassidy and Deena exchanged a look. They’d been there for hours, and Deena had to work in the morning… then again, it wasn’t that late.

“Sounds good,” Deena replied.

The women went back outside. Cassidy and Deena took seats at the table while Rachel uncorked another bottle of wine, a merlot this time.

Suddenly, they heard the jets on the hot tub fire up, and looked over to see Kim unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a bikini top underneath. “What?” she said, grinning at the others. “I’m not allowed to drink because of the meds I’m on, so I have to relax in my own way.” She threw her shirt at her sister, adding, “You’re all welcome to join me if you like.”

Rachel threw the shirt back at her sister just as Kim was stepping out of her shorts, then started to remove her own shorts. She turned back to their guests. “Wine and a hot tub. A perfect combination. You ladies in?”

Deena and Cassidy watched as Rachel pulled her t-shirt over her head and let it fall to the ground. Exchanging a knowing look, the two lovers rose from their seats. This certainly wasn’t the first time they had been invited into a hot tub, but it was the first time they’d received such an offer from two straight women, sisters no less, one of them married.

“Sounds nice,” Deena said. “But we didn’t bring our suits.”

“You and I are about the same size, Cassidy,” Kim said. “I’ve got a couple of bikinis that you’d fit into.” She studied Deena, who was taller, more slender, and less busty, then shook her head. “I don’t have anything for you, I’m afraid.”

“You can just go in your underwear if you want to,” Rachel said as she climbed the small set of stairs that led up to the small deck the hot tub was set into.

“That works for me,” declared Deena, unbuttoning her top.

Cassidy, however, hesitated. “Umm, I’m actually not wearing a bra under this.” Normally, she had no problem going nude, but wasn’t sure it was appropriate to do so in the presence of her new friends, especially since they were both straight.

Kim was already seated in the hot tub and starting to relax. “You can go topless if you like,” she said. “We’re all girls here.”

“Hey, I’m cool with that if you are,” Cassidy said. She pulled her top over her head and set it down on the chair, quickly followed by her skirt. Taking Deena’s hand, Cassidy led her lover up the small set of stairs.

Once they’d joined the others in the hot tub Rachel said, “Aww, screw this. The girls have been tied up all day. Time to let ‘em loose.”

She deftly undid the clasp on the back of her bikini top and flung it over her shoulder, where it landed on top of one of the bushes that helped create the little haven that the hot tub was nestled in. Kim muttered something about getting comfortable and freed herself from her own top as well. Realizing that she was the only one who wasn’t bare-breasted, Deena unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the deck.

The square hot tub was fairly large, able to seat eight people comfortably, so each woman had a whole side to herself. Settling into the steaming water, they exchanged blissful smiles.

Reaching for the wine bottle, Rachel made a face. “Shit,” she said, “We forgot glasses.” She glanced around at the others. “Anyone mind if we just pass the bottle?”

No one objected, so she took a swallow, then passed the bottle to Cassidy on her left.

“We’re all friends here,” Cassidy said, repeating Rachel’s line from when they first met. She took a slug and handed the bottle to Deena who was on her left.

Deena took a sip, then looked at Kim. “None for you, right?”

Kim shook her head. “Not with these pain meds they’ve got me on.” She laughed. “It’s okay, though. I took a pill right after dinner, and it’s got me feeling really mellow.”

“In that case…” Drifting over to the opposite side of the hot tub, Deena gave the bottle back to Rachel.

The women chatted while passing the wine around. Like before, they discussed a variety of topics, but the conversation was very meandering, never staying on one topic for very long, and soon the women became mostly quiet, lulled into a euphoric but mellow state.

Glancing across the tub at Rachel, Deena was startled to notice that the woman was staring at her chest with a great deal of interest. In fact, there was a warmth in Rachel’s’s eyes that felt a lot like …desire.

Deena had the smallest breasts of the four women, but her nipples were large and enticing, a dusky pink hue with quarter-sized areolae. Right then, her nipples were erect, partially because of the bubbling water gently massaging them, partially because she was in the presence of three beautiful and sexy women, all topless.

Almost without thinking, Deena raised a hand and tweaked one of her nipples. Rachel gasped at the sight. Deena saw the wine on the deck behind Rachel and swam across the tub towards it. Rising from the water, she reached for the bottle.

Rachel was transfixed by the sight. Illuminated by the soft light of the patio lamps, Deena seemed more goddess than woman — skin sparkling with wetness, water dripping from her bare upper half. My God, she’s beautiful, Rachel thought.

Tilting the bottle, Deena allowed the last of its contents to pour into her open mouth. Some of the ruby-red liquid dripped from her chin, falling to spatter on her left breast.

A shudder of helpless lust surged through Rachel, leaving her breathless and dizzy. What would it be like, she wondered, to taste wine on her skin?

Deena set the empty bottle down next to Rachel, which brought her bare chest to within a foot of the wide-eyed woman’s face. Gazing down at Rachel, she murmured, “Like what you see?”

Struck speechless, Rachel stared up at Deena, into her eyes– then immediately looked away, her face flushed bright crimson.

Thrilled by Deena’s actions, Cassidy slid up close behind her, cupping her lover’s ass beneath the surface of the water. She glanced over to smile at Kim, who was staring wide-eyed at the scene playing out in front of her.

Deena pressed back against Cassidy, but her eyes remained focused on Rachel. “You can touch them if you want,” she said, offering her breasts to Rachel, who was still looking away, obviously embarrassed to have been caught ogling Deena’s tits.

Cassidy sat down next to Rachel. “It’s okay,” she said. “Deena and I are really into sharing… if it’s with someone we really like.” Finding Rachel’s hand under the bubbling water, she guided it towards Deena’s chest and gently placed it on Deena’s left breast.

Frozen to the spot, Rachel stared at her hand, then at Cassidy, then at Deena. She struggled to speak, then fell silent, looking away.

Still holding the woman’s hand, Cassidy began to move it around, caressing Deena’s breast. “Like this, Rachel,” Cassidy said. “This is how she wants you to touch her.” As if on cue, a small moan escaped Deena’s lips.

From across the hot tub, they heard Kim say, “Oh, my God.” Glancing in her direction, Cassidy gave Kim a sexy wink.

By then, Rachel was fondling Deena’s breasts with both hands, brushing her nipples with curious fingers, smiling hesitantly as she caused them to stiffen. Just off to one side, Cassidy watched with a satisfied smile as Rachel felt up her lover.

This continued for about a minute, then Deena covered Rachel’s hands with hers, holding them to her chest. “Can I kiss you?” Deena asked.

Rachel gazed helplessly at the younger woman, lost in her eyes. She was torn between feelings of guilt and desire but replied in the only way she could in that moment. “Y-yes,” she stammered.

Leaning in, Deena pressed her lips to Rachel’s, allowing them to linger. After awhile, they drew apart and exchanged shy smiles, then came together again.

This time, Deena brought her tongue into play, using the tip to lightly brush her new friend’s mouth. When Rachel gasped, parting her lips, Deena seized the chance to kiss her more deeply.

Shocked though she was when Deena’s tongue darted into her mouth, Rachel recovered almost immediately, swamped by a wave of desire that left her breathless. Without another thought she threw both arms around Deena, returning the woman’s kiss as passionately as she was able.

Cassidy rose to her feet, pleased with what she saw. She turned to face a very dazed Kim and slowly moved to take a seat by the woman’s side.

“Hello, beautiful,” she said, settling in next to Kim and placing a hand on the woman’s knee.

Deena was nuzzling a pathway along Rachel’s neck, her lips traveling down to the woman’s breasts. She licked at a swollen nipple, then sucked it into her mouth, causing Rachel to hiss with pleasure.

Kim watched her sister’s seduction, mouth hanging slack in disbelief, still not entirely comprehending what was happening, yet very much aware of Cassidy’s hand, now inching its way up her thigh.

Deena continued to lavish affection on Rachel’s nipple, alternating between light kisses, gentle suction and the occasional love bite. Clutching the back of Deena’s head, Rachel began to guide the younger woman, slightly changing the position of Deena’s mouth and the pressure it was applying to her sensitive flesh. She was moaning as waves of pleasure surged through her body.

Across the bubbling water, Kim struggled with excitement mixed with fear as Cassidy’s hand crept up the inside of her thigh, inch by agonizing inch. She hadn’t felt the intimate touch of another person since her husband’s death almost three years earlier, and Cassidy’s caress was positively electric.

Wondering how far Cassidy intended to take this, Kim got her answer when the younger woman traced the outline of her slit with a finger. “Oh, God!” she cried, a rush of pleasure racing through her body.

Kim braced herself for the next touch, partly dreading it, partly desperate for more — only that touch never came. Puzzled, she turned to look at Cassidy, only to find the woman gazing back, a question in her eyes.

Confused as she was, Kim made her decision in a heartbeat. She placed a hand on Cassidy’s arm and said one word. “Please.”

Cassidy gently asked, “Are you sure?” Kim nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Beneath the water, Cassidy took hold of the tie on the side of Kim’s bikini bottom, then undid it with a tug. Kim raised her hips, allowing Cassidy to strip the lower half of the suit away, which left her completely nude.

Tossing the wet swimsuit onto the deck, Cassidy slipped her other hand between Kim’s legs and began to lightly massage the woman’s pussy. Kim shuddered at the touch, tilted her head back and let out a loud moan. It was the sound of three years worth of sexual denial and frustration being released all at once.

When she heard her sister’s cry, Rachel’s eyes opened, and she gasped in astonishment at the sight of Cassidy sitting next to Kim, obviously masturbating her. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” she hissed into Deena’s ear. They came together in another torrid kiss, but this time Rachel’s eyes stayed open as she watched her sister get fucked by another woman. Why does that turn me on? she wondered.

Cassidy loved to make women come with her fingers, and right then, she was fucking Kim senseless, her wrist pumping like a piston as she plunged two fingers over and over into her new friend’s cunt. Then, sensing that the woman’s arousal was at fever pitch, Cassidy abruptly withdrew, shifting her attention to Kim’s stiff little clit.

The response from Kim was truly impressive. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, her body trembled violently, and within seconds she exploded in a powerful orgasm. “Fuck!” she screamed, then doubled over, coming harder than she ever had before.

At the sound of Kim’s wild cry, Deena and Rachel broke their kiss to look over at the other women. It was a thrilling sight. Kim was hunched over, her eyes squeezed shut and her body quivering from the small aftershocks of her climax.

Cassidy had slipped her fingers back inside Kim’s pussy and was twisting them around. With a choked moan, Kim pushed Cassidy away, stammering, “Oh, stop, s-stop. I — I can’t…

Kim slumped back against the side of the tub, her eyes closing. Cassidy wrapped her arms around the dazed woman and placed a light kiss on her shoulder.

The sight of her lover nestling with Kim caused a rush of arousal to surge through Deena’s body. She turned back to Rachel, pleased to see that same sexual heat in her eyes. Once more, she found Rachel’s lips with hers, and the two women shared a hungry kiss — which was interrupted by a splashing sound. They turned to look, and saw a naked Kim climbing out of the hot tub.

“Excuse me,” Kim mumbled. “I — I have to…” Leaving her clothes and bathing suit behind, she wandered toward the house, pausing briefly at the door to look back at the others — her sister and Deena first, then Cassidy. She gave the younger woman a shaky smile, then went inside.

Making a face, Cassidy stood up, then moved over to where Deena and Rachel sat. “Um… I’m going to go make sure she’s okay,” Cassidy said. Bending to give Deena a peck on her cheek, she clambered out of the tub and proceeded into the house.

Deena and Rachel watched her walk away, the light silken fabric of her wet panties clinging to her shapely ass, which jiggled slightly as she hopped down the stairs. The sight caused another wave of sexual heat to course through Deena, and she turned back to Rachel. “Did that excite you… watching my lover fuck your sister?”

“It did,” a blushing Rachel admitted with a nod, “and I don’t know why. I mean, Cassidy is a lovely girl, but Kim… my God, I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.”

Deena took Rachel’s lovely face into her hands. “Believe me, you are every bit as beautiful as your sister,” she said.

The two women came together again; this time, Rachel was the one who initiated the kiss.

As much as Deena was enjoying herself, she found herself quite surprised by the events of this evening. Of course she thought that Rachel was sexy, Kim too, but throughout the day her attention had been more or less focused on little Katie. Even when the four women all had taken their tops off and jumped in the hot tub, she hadn’t really considered the possibility of anything sexual happening between them.

Something about seeing the desire in Rachel’s eyes when Deena caught the woman peeking at her tits… it had flipped some kind of switch inside her. At that instant, Deena knew that she had to have this gorgeous creature, and felt confident that Rachel felt the same way about her.

Deena slid her hands around Rachel’s back and down to her full ass. Clutching both cheeks, she pulled the woman closer. Rachel’s large pillowy breasts were pressed snugly against her own, their nipples brushing together, sending flickers of pleasure through their bodies.

Suddenly Rachel pushed herself away from Deena. “This is crazy,” she said, looking away. “I’m a married woman. And you’re engaged. And…and I’m not a lesbian.” She slid over a couple of feet to put some distance between herself and Deena.

It was suddenly very quiet, nothing to hear but the light hum and bubbling from the hot tub jets and Rachel’s heavy breathing. They sat in silence for a minute. Rachel finally glanced up at Deena, an anguished look on her face.

“First,” Deena said, giving Rachel a reassuring smile, “you need to know that Cassidy will be one hundred percent okay with anything you and I do together. Don’t worry about her. Second, I have no desire to get between you and your husband, or to break up your marriage.” Moving closer to Rachel, she rested her hand on the woman’s knee. “And third, I’m sure you’re not gay, but I don’t think you’re completely straight either.” Deena could see the fear and doubt in Rachel’s eyes, but there was something else as well. Desire.

“I would very much like to make love to you,” Deena continued, reaching out with her other hand to lightly caress Rachel’s cheek. “But I want you to know that it’s your choice. We can do as much or as little as you’d like. We don’t have to do anything else tonight, if that’s what you prefer. We can talk or I can leave you alone. No pressure.” Deena drew her hand away, but Rachel seized it and brought it to her lips.

“I do want you,” Rachel said. “I’m just…” She fell silent.

“I know,” Deena said. “It can be confusing, these new feelings.” She leaned in and gave Rachel a small peck on the lips. “Maybe we should take a break and go find Kim and Cassidy? I’m sure that your sister is feeling a bit confused, too.” She laughed. “And if I know Cassidy, she’ll be helping Kim with that.”

In spite of herself, Rachel chuckled at the thought of what those two might be up to inside. She nodded, then returned Deena’s gentle kiss.

The women got out of the hot tub and gathered their things, as well as Kim’s and Cassidy’s clothing. Rachel turned off the hot tub and shut off the exterior lights, then the two half-naked women stumbled by moonlight into the house, shutting the door behind them.

Part 2 – In Your Eyes

Kim was very warm, both from the hot tub and her orgasm, so entering the air-conditioned house caused her to shiver. Not that she even noticed — her mind was still reeling from what had just happened in the tub with Cassidy.

As she padded from the kitchen into the living room, Kim winced at the brightness of the single lamp that had been left on. Compared to the darkening skies outside, it was like being caught in a spotlight.  Noticing her nakedness, Kim suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable. Part of her wanted to curl up in a small dark room where no one could find her. Where she wouldn’t be judged.

Kim had made it to the foot of the stairs when she heard the back door open, then close again. A moment later, Cassidy entered the living room, wearing nothing but her panties, and the two women locked eyes. They held each other’s gaze for a small eternity before Kim broke away and started to climb the stairs. As she neared the top, she could hear Cassidy following.

She made her way down the hallway, past the door to her daughter’s bedroom, and for the first time since Katie had been born she didn’t stop to look in on her little girl. At the end of the hall, Kim opened the double doors to the master bedroom just wide enough to slip through. Feeling for the light switch, she slid the dimmer halfway up, illuminating the room in a soft, murky light. Kim crossed halfway to the bed and then paused, listening for the sound of Cassidy behind her.

She turned around when Cassidy lightly knocked on the door and peeked in through the narrow opening. Again, the two women locked eyes. Cassidy watched Kim as she moved to the foot of the bed and sat, her gaze turned downward. Drawing closer, Cassidy paused, and when Kim didn’t respond, seated herself to the woman’s left. They sat in silence for a few moments.

Finally, Cassidy spoke. “Kim? Are you okay?”

Kim looked up.  “I’m just…”

“Confused?”

Kim looked away again, swallowed hard and then very softly said, “Ashamed.”

Cassidy had been with quite a few women in her time. Some of those women had never had a lesbian experience before, so she was experienced with dealing with the confusion and fear that they felt afterwards. But Cassidy had never before been told that her lovemaking had caused a partner to feel shame. It felt like a punch in the gut.

“I…” Cassidy began, then fell silent, not knowing how to respond.

Looking up again, Kim saw the hurt in the young woman’s eyes,  and realized with a start that she’d injured Cassidy’s feelings.

“No, no, you don’t understand,” Kim hastened to explain. “I’m not ashamed of what we did — or of you.” She knew what she wanted to say, but it was hard to make the words come. Kim reached over and took Cassidy’s hand, tears welling in her eyes. “He’s b-been gone three years, and I still haven’t gotten over it. I — I know that it’s time to move on, b-but I’m scared t-to…”

“Oh, my,” Cassidy whispered as the meaning of Kim’s words sank in. She felt a shuddering sob move through Kim’s body as the woman began to cry. Cassidy gave Kim’s hand a squeeze, suddenly realizing that she was still wearing her engagement ring and wedding band.

Wrapping her free arm around Kim’s trembling shoulders, Cassidy said, “And what you and I just did…  it was the first time you’ve been with someone since then?”

“Yes,” Kim whispered. Resting her head on Cassidy’s shoulder, she continued to weep, tears falling from her eyes and onto the younger woman’s chest. Cassidy held Kim close and let her cry.

After a few minutes, Kim’s tears began to subside, but Cassidy continued to hold her, and Kim relaxed, nestling into her new friend’s embrace. Cassidy’s bare skin felt so soft and warm against hers. The cool air of the bedroom caused Kim shiver and Cassidy drew her in even closer.

They heard a light knock on the door, and looked up to see Rachel and Deena, standing in the doorway. Rachel had put her bikini top back on, while Deena wore her underthings, still damp from the hot tub.

Rachel could tell that her little sister had been crying, and hastened across the room to comfort her. “What’s wrong?” she asked as she sat down next to her sister, sandwiching Kim between herself and Cassidy.

Kim didn’t reply. Instead, she raised her head to direct a sorrowful glance at the framed photograph of her late husband that stood on the dresser..

“Oh,” Rachel said, then wrapped both arms around her sister, hugging her tightly. “Oh, Kimmy.”

Rachel only intended to console her sister, but after what had just occurred in the hot tub, she couldn’t help but be acutely aware of Kim’s nudity… and how lovely it felt to hold her this way.

Cassidy looked up at Deena, and the two lovers exchanged smiles. It was getting late and she knew that Deena had to work in the morning, but Cassidy had already made up her mind that they wouldn’t be leaving yet, not while Kim was still so upset.

She had only just met Kim that day but already felt very close to the woman. It also didn’t hurt that Cassidy found Kim to be incredibly attractive, both in body and in soul. All day they had discovered shared tastes in so many things, from clothes, music and movies to their choices of food and beverages to serve for dinner.

And it was while preparing dinner that Cassidy realized that she wanted more from Kim than just friendship. Possessing only rudimentary culinary skills, she had been put in charge of preparing the salad, and Kim had stopped Cassidy just as she was about to cut into one of her fingers while chopping veggies. Kim taught the younger woman the correct way to hold a knife and slice vegetables safely in a way that made Cassidy think of those scenes in cheesy movies when some guy teaches a girl how to swing a golf club or handle a pool cue by holding her from behind.

When Kim’s body pressed against hers, Cassidy had experienced a tiny flutter in her belly, the kind that she often felt when she was with Deena. At that instant, Cassidy knew that she wanted Kim badly, and began to think about how to make that happen.

Now, seated side by side on the bed, Cassidy only in her panties and Kim fully nude, the moment to make her dream a reality was at hand. Cassidy knew that Deena would be more than happy to make love to the sisters and she could also tell that Rachel would be easy to persuade. Cassidy wanted the four of them to come together as lovers, sharing their bodies in every way imaginable.

Only one stumbling block lay in her way: Kim’s confused feelings. The lingering sorrow left by her husband’s passing, the fear that kept her from seeking love again, the shame at having lost control only minutes earlier with her new friend. Something was needed to help Kim break through, to help the woman find herself — and in the process, a shot at happiness. And Cassidy knew how to bring that about.

“Kim?” she said, and the woman turned to look. “I have a way to help you feel better.” She glanced over at Deena who gave her a tiny nod, knowing what her lover intended to do.

“What is it?” Kim asked a curious expression on her face.

“It’s a technique that will calm you when you’re struggling with feelings you don’t want — like guilt, or shame.  It lessens the negative emotions you’re feeling by increasing and strengthening the positive ones.”

Kim frowned. “Like hypnotherapy or something?”

“No. Not hypnosis. Your mind will stay yours,” Cassidy reassured her. “Think of it as more like accentuating certain thoughts and emotions, while smoothing away others.”

“That sounds an awful lot like hypnosis,” Rachel interjected.

Kim seemed doubtful. “Um, I’m not sure about that.”

“May I ask you a question?” Cassidy asked Kim, and the woman nodded. “Feel free not to answer if you like, but be honest if you do. Did you enjoy what we did in the hot tub?”

Kim blushed and turned her head away, but still held onto Cassidy’s hand. She gave it a light squeeze and whispered, “Yes.”

“And do you trust me?”

Kim thought back on the events of the day. The shock of first seeing Cassidy as she climbed out of the car. The lovely conversations they’d shared that afternoon. The light touches exchanged while preparing dinner. The gentle yet urgent way Cassidy had loved her in the hot tub. The comfort she’d freely given to ease Kim’s distress. The calm and caring way she was speaking now.

I do trust Cassidy, Kim decided. She’s a good person, absolutely. “Yes,” she replied. “I trust you.”

Placing a gentle kiss on Kim’s cheek, Cassidy untangled herself from the woman’s embrace, climbed up onto the bed and scooted herself back until she was seated in the middle of the king sized bed. She patted the space in front of her and murmured, “Sit here.”

Once Kim had arranged herself, Cassidy held out her hands, which Kim took in her own. The connection established, the two women gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Concentrate on me.” Cassidy said. Then she started to count down from ten.

To Rachel, this seemed exactly like some kind of silly party game, but Deena knew better. And even though she was somewhat worried because she knew the mental and physical toll that Cassidy might suffer, Deena was still excited because she recognized the good it could do for Kim.

Cassidy continued the slow countdown, each successive number synchronizing the women’s minds. By the time her count had reached zero, she was inside Kim’s head, and in complete control of the woman. Cassidy could do anything she wanted to Kim while in this state. She could wipe away the woman’s grief, even erase the memory of her husband entirely. She could make her laugh, make her cry, make her blind with rage. She could change Kim’s personality and enhance her libido, turning her into an eager sexual plaything.

But she did none of these things. Cassidy simply found the place inside Kim’s mind where her misplaced guilt resided and, bit by bit, built a porous wall around it. Kim would still experience the emotion, but the pain she felt would be eased. Hopefully, in time, Kim would finish building the wall herself, or better yet, take control of the guilt and destroy it so that the wall would no longer be necessary.

Cassidy then found the area in Kim’s mind that controlled her inhibitions. She saw that there were already the beginnings of walls of Kim’s own making around these, and that they hadn’t been in place for very long. Cassidy built them up a bit more, wanting to make sure that, going forward, Kim would be more open to new experiences.

To an outside observer like Rachel, the whole thing seemed to only last a few seconds. For Cassidy and Kim, it was longer. For them, time momentarily ceased to exist.

Both women closed their eyes at the same time, breaking the connection, but it took a minute for Kim to snap out of her reverie and return to herself. While not entirely understanding what had just happened, Kim knew that her mind had been altered. Cassidy had made certain that Kim knew this.

Opening her eyes, Kim saw Cassidy’s smiling face. She immediately leaned in and hugged the younger woman, then began to cry again, but these were happy tears. A terrible weight had been lifted from her, and she felt light and free, filled with gratitude for the person responsible.

Kim took Cassidy’s face in both hands and kissed her. It was a light, affectionate kiss that conveyed her thanks, but also her lust. Cassidy took Kim in her arms and returned the kiss, teasing the woman with a hint of tongue.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, Rachel turned to Deena, who was smiling at the embracing women. “Um… what just happened?”

“You should ask Cassidy that,” Deena said. “I’m sure she could help you too.” She gave Rachel a light peck on the lips, then climbed onto the bed to sit behind Cassidy, placing a hand on her lover’s arm. Cassidy broke the kiss she was sharing with Kim which, by then, had become quite passionate, glancing over her shoulder at Deena.

“I think Rachel could use a bit of your help, too.” Deena said. Cassidy and Kim turned to look at Rachel, who wore a pensive, slightly worried expression.

“Do you really think so?” asked Cassidy. “She seemed fine when we were all in the hot tub.”

“Trust me,” Deena replied. “She’s almost ready to explore these new feelings, but can’t quite bring herself to let it happen. Wouldn’t you agree, Rachel?” The older woman hesitated, then gave a tiny nod. “You can make it easier for her, babe.” Deena punctuated her remarks with a few tickly kisses on the back of Cassidy’s neck, causing her lover to sigh with pleasure, then break into giggles.

Quickly recovering, Cassidy stretched a hand out towards Rachel. “Come sit with us,” she said, patting bed next to Kim.

Rachel slowly climbed onto the bed and sat beside her sister, facing Cassidy, while Deena moved around to Cassidy’s side. Taking Rachel’s hand, she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Rachel,” Cassidy said, “tell me what you think of my lover.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide and she started to stammer. “Well, um…I don’t…umm…” The question had clearly flustered her.

“Calm down,” Cassidy said, “Just breathe. Take a moment to collect your thoughts.” Deena’s right, she decided. This woman is primed and ready to explode. She continued, “Rachel, there’s nothing you can say that will offend me… or Deena. This is a safe place. Just be honest. That’s all I ask.”

Rachel’s cheeks were flushed bright red. She looked over at her sister, who nodded in encouragement, then at Deena, who made her heart melt with a smile. “She’s so beautiful,” Rachel blurted, then covered her face with both hands.

“I agree… she is beautiful,” said Cassidy. “Did you think I’d be offended by that?”

Rachel shrugged. “I d-don’t know. Guess I’m just being silly.” She was blushing, embarrassed about admitting her feelings out loud.

Deena was thinking that she’d never seen Rachel look so cute as she did in that moment. Unable to help herself, she leaned into Rachel and kissed her, deeply and with considerable passion. They broke apart after a minute, both women flushed and somewhat dazed. Kim could only stare, her mouth slightly agape.

“You two are so sexy together,” Cassidy said. No more questions, she decided. Time to shake things up a bit. She reached out to take Rachel’s hands. “Look into my eyes.”

Rachel complied, and Cassidy started the countdown once again. Upon gaining entrance into Rachel’s mind, she set to work. She knew that Rachel was in a better place than her sister, both mentally and emotionally, so her manipulations would not need to be as subtle as they were with Kim.

Brick by brick, Cassidy built walls around Rachel’s inhibitions, arranging things so that the woman would still be in control of her actions, but leaving her more open to the idea of exploring lesbian sex, especially now that she’d sampled it for herself.

That task accomplished, Cassidy decided to do something to ease Rachel’s conscience. She knew that Rachel was a good person, one who would probably feel guilty for cheating on her husband. To counter those feelings, she planted the notion that intimacy with another woman was very different from committing adultery with a man. Cassidy carefully placed that idea in Rachel’s consciousness, then moved on.

In the process of touring the woman’s mind, Cassidy noticed that the high wall built around a certain taboo had small but noticeable cracks in it. She could easily sense the unexpected arousal Rachel had felt at the sight of her sister enjoying lesbian sex, and how confused those stirrings had left her. Working from that impression, Cassidy paused to widen those gaps ever so slightly — not so much to change Rachel’s mind, but enough to leave the woman open to new possibilities in her familial relationships. With that, she took one last look around, then gently withdrew.

Cassidy and Rachel simultaneously opened their eyes. Just like her sister had, Rachel sat in stunned silence for about a minute. Then, once her head cleared, a joyous smile appeared on her face as she looked around and realized that she was free. Free of doubt and fear. Free to love who she wanted to love.

Turning her wide-eyed gaze to Deena, Rachel stared at the woman for a few heartbeats, then slowly drew closer to her until their mouths met in a kiss that quickly grew hot and passionate.

On to Chapter Five!

by Karin Halle

Part 1 – DISCOVERING 

By the time I reached the age of fifteen, it concerned me that I’d not yet had my first period. Other aspects of my development from child to woman seemed quite normal. My breasts, although not huge, were a reasonable size and a nice shape, topped by lovely little pink nipples. I had a tuft of fine, fair hair on my mons, my hips and buttocks were well rounded, and my legs were nicely shaped.

It was much too embarrassing to talk to anybody about this issue with my period. By that time my friends were all on a regular cycle, so menstruation was no longer even the topic of conversation that it had been a few years earlier. There was no way I could talk to my mother Cindy about things like that; it would have been far too awkward for both of us. My sister April had even started hers, and she was only thirteen, so I couldn’t take my problem to her – no way! And our family doctor is a cranky, conservative old man; no help at all to a scared, embarrassed teenage girl. I felt totally alone.

There was one teacher at school I might have been able to speak to. I didn’t think she was too old, probably no more than thirty or so, but it was essential that I speak to her privately, and I’d never had the chance. And then it was the school holidays, so I wouldn’t even see her for weeks.

Then I learned one day that a mobile breast screening centre would be in town the following week. Normally they just do breast exams, but at least it was staffed by women’s health specialists. I figured that even if they couldn’t help, they would surely be able to tell me who I should see instead.

I was excited at the opportunity, but also frightened… so my nerves were on edge for the whole weekend. Mum asked me several times if something was wrong. Of course, I didn’t tell her anything.

A couple of days after the clinic opened, I summoned up my courage and went to the car park where their trailer was parked. I looked around to ensure that nobody I knew was in the immediate vicinity to see me, then took a deep breath and went in. The women in the waiting room were all middle aged or old, but at least they were strangers.

The receptionist was a little surprised that someone my age was there, but she was sympathetic, even though I didn’t go into detail about why I needed to see a doctor. Since I wasn’t queuing for a breast scan, I only had to wait a short time before I was sent into the small consulting area. I was hugely relieved to see that the doctor was a woman. She was in her mid-twenties, named Shweta Jamiri.

We exchanged introductions, and then I told her about my problem. She listened to what I had to say, then asked questions about my adolescence and development. She also asked similar questions about my mum, which I couldn’t answer, and about April, which I could. Like the receptionist, she was kind and sympathetic, constantly reassuring me, which made everything a little bit easier.

Finally, Shweta told me that it would be necessary for her to do a pelvic examination. Of course, I’d expected that, but I still became quite agitated. Nobody had ever done anything like that to me. She knew I was scared, and explained what it was all about — which helped a little, though not much.

Shweta stepped outside while I slipped my briefs off and lay down on the examination table, then she came back in. She talked to me in a soothing tone as she checked all around my external genitals, telling me what she was doing and why. Then she said, “I’ll need to spread your labia open, sweetie, so I can examine you on the inside.”

Inside!

I felt a shiver of dread.

Although it had been years since I’d first discovered the joy of masturbation, I only ever touched myself on the outside. I’d never penetrated myself, or even opened my vagina, because I didn’t want to damage my hymen.

I couldn’t help bursting into tears. It was shameful to me, behaving like a baby in front of the doctor, but Shweta managed to calm me, promising to be gentle.

Admitting it was rather unprofessional, she fingered my labia a bit, to relax me and generate enough natural lubrication to make her task easy. There was no way I was going to complain about that, because it did help.

Then Shweta parted my lips and took a long look inside. Just from watching her, I could see that something wasn’t quite right. Stripping off her rubber gloves while I got dressed, Shweta told me that she wanted some special MRI scans done, and asked me to come back the next morning with my mum.

That got me upset again, and I told Shweta that I would prefer to come on my own. She explained that because of my age, I had to have parental consent for the procedure, so I finally agreed, already dreading the conversation I would be having that night with my mother.

I won’t go into detail about how that went, except to say that it wasn’t as humiliating as I’d feared — Mum was completely supportive, even a little peeved that I’d kept my condition hidden from her for so long. At any rate, she was by my side at the trailer the following morning.

I introduced Mum to Shweta, who told us that she’d arranged for me to receive priority at the radiology lab. Not that it was an emergency, but because she was leaving town at the end of the week. She got Mum to appoint her as my special doctor, and gave her papers to sign, consent forms and other things. I didn’t know what most of them were about.

Shweta even accompanied Mum and me to the radiology lab, explaining the procedure along the way. The need to have these scans at all had me feeling very unsettled, and this urgency just made it worse, but when Shweta told me what the scans involved, it didn’t seem so bad. I was glad that she chose to wait with Mum while they were done.

When all the scans were completed, Shweta looked at the images and the radiologist’s report, then asked if there was somewhere private we could go to discuss the results. Mum suggested a nearby café, or our house. Shweta said that our place might be best, as it offered privacy and familiar surroundings.

If it hadn’t been for the doctor’s calm demeanour, I might have become upset again, fearing the worst… but she assured me with a smile that I didn’t have a terminal disease and wasn’t about to die. So I was reassured, for the moment at least.

When we were seated comfortably at home, with cups of hot tea, Shweta got down to business, speaking directly to me as if I was an adult, which I appreciated. What she said, though, shocked me to the core.

“Here’s what’s going on with you, Melody. These scans indicate that your reproductive system didn’t fully develop when you were a foetus. This condition isn’t widely known to the public, but it’s not at all rare. It’s called MRKH, after the team of German doctors who identified it. Their names are tricky to pronounce, so we just go with their initials.

“In people with MRKH, the reproductive organs are absent, or only partly formed. In your case, there is no uterus, cervix or vagina.”

Mum must have realised the implications of that statement, because she gasped out loud and put a hand to her mouth. I was still uncertain of what all of this meant, but Shweta was about to make that all too clear.

“Without a uterus, Melody, you will never be able to carry children.” She paused to let that sink in. I wasn’t especially devastated, but Shweta had more to say. “And without a vagina, I’m afraid that having sexual intercourse will be, well, very difficult for you.”

When I heard that, I let out with a little cry, then I burst into uncontrolled sobs. Mum took me in her arms, whispering, “Oh, baby… oh, sweetheart.” She was crying, too.

The sound of my weeping brought my little sister April racing into the room. She had no idea what was happening, and looked frantically from Mum and I to Shweta, then back. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?” she said, beginning to cry herself without even knowing why. Mum held out an arm to April, who joined us on the couch, nestling into our shared embrace.

Shweta waited patiently until we began to regain some composure. Then Mum took April into another room to explain the situation to her, giving me the chance to speak to Shweta confidentially.

Appreciating that I was uncertain about what questions I wanted to ask, Shweta began the conversation. “Do you know about the female reproductive system, Melody? The various organs, and what they do?”

My response was not confident, but I did say, “Well, yeah. We had sex education at school. And some of my friends talk about it…” I had nothing else to offer. For the first time, I realized just how limited my knowledge of sexuality was. It always seemed like something I’d be doing in the future, not anytime soon.

Shweta understood. “But nothing in any detail?” I shook my head in reply, suddenly feeling like an immature kid.

Just then, April ran back in, threw herself on the couch and wrapped both arms around me. She was trembling, clearly shaken by the news. Mum came back too, though she remained standing.

Shweta glanced at Mum and April, then back at me. “Do you need to continue this in private, Melody?”

I shook my head. “No… they should hear this, too.”

So the doctor picked up where we’d left off, going through the basic anatomy of female reproduction. Then she got to the significant parts, the ones related to my condition. I wasn’t eager to hear any of this, but listened in a morose silence. “A fertilised egg grows inside the uterus, becoming a foetus, then a baby. Without that uterus, or womb, it isn’t possible for a baby to grow.”

She paused as we digested that, then added, “That’s why you don’t menstruate, Melody. But you will, at least, be producing ova, as well as female hormones… the same as all your friends.”

I gave a bitter laugh. Practically none of this was like what my friends would experience.

As if I hadn’t reacted at all, Shweta continued. “You do have ovaries, which means you do have eggs. It may be possible for those eggs to be harvested, then fertilised by your future partner to create an embryo. That can be inserted into a surrogate mother, to carry through to birth. It’s been done successfully many times, although whether it’s possible in your specific case, it’s too early to say.”

Somebody else carrying a baby of mine – the very idea seemed ridiculous. Again, though, I wasn’t really upset about that, having never felt the urge to be a mother. “None of that is an issue for right now, anyway,” Shweta added. She didn’t know how right she was.

However, there was something else very important on my mind. “What about s-sex?” I managed to stammer, now almost completely oblivious to the presence of my mum and little sister.

“People with MRKH are affected in different ways, and that means different potential solutions,” Shweta began. So far, so good. “In your case, the external genitals are present… but as I said, there is no vagina or vaginal opening. Therefore, penetrative sex would not be possible.”

A gasp followed, this time from April.

Suddenly I felt that I wasn’t a woman at all. Barely a girl, really.

But Shweta was still talking and, knowing it was important, I concentrated on hearing what she had to say.

“You do seem to respond to stimulation of the vulva, which is a good thing. Tell me, Melody — do you masturbate?”

Oh. My. GOD. Incapable of reacting to such a humiliating question, made all the worse by having Mum and April there, I blushed and stared at the floor.

When Mum patted my shoulder, I finally managed to whisper, “Yes…”

“And does it feel good?” Shweta asked.

At that point, I wished I’d never gone to see Shweta in the first place, much less come back for more. I couldn’t answer this time, not even with a nod of the head.

Shweta understood, I know, but she apparently needed me to respond. “It’s okay, Melody. There’s nothing wrong with it, you know. Everybody masturbates, particularly teenagers.”

Seeing my hesitation, wanting to be supportive, April piped up. “I do! It’s great.”

Mum didn’t get upset with her or anything, so I felt a little less uncomfortable. My answer, once again, was barely audible. “It… it feels good,” I said.

“Proving that you can experience sexual arousal, and enjoy it.” Shweta sounded almost triumphant.

And for me? Good to hear? Well, naturally! But how was I supposed to react with Mum seated behind me? I’d never been able to talk to friends about sex, much less my mum or little sister. Now here it was, out on the table, a topic for open family discussion.

And Shweta wasn’t even finished! “It won’t be possible for a boyfriend to penetrate you, but you can achieve orgasm by having him do things to you, the kind that you do for yourself. In fact, you’ll probably get more pleasure from that than he will!” She chuckled at that.

I wasn’t laughing… in fact, I was praying that the floor would open and swallow me whole.

“And of course, there’s always oral sex, or anal.” April made a spluttering sound; Mum was silent.

If she says one more embarrassing thing, I told myself, I’m going to run out of here screaming.

“Before you get to that, though, you need to have a detailed discussion with a specialist. I’ll give you a referral to one, and you’ll be able to discuss your options going forward, along with anything else you need to know about your condition — physical, emotional and sexual. Any questions?”

I’m sure we all had heaps of those, but I was unable to focus on anything else right then. More general discussion followed, but I was zoned out. If I participated, I have no recollection of it.

Not that any of us had noticed, but by then, it was the middle of the afternoon. Shweta was due back at the mobile clinic, so she left us. Before making an exit, we exchanged our contact details, and she got our promise that we would call her if we needed to discuss anything further.

Part 2 – COPING 

Glum silence was the dominant characteristic of the house for that entire afternoon and evening. I wasn’t hungry, and went to bed early – then I found I was unable to sleep.

Suddenly wanting to see what all the fuss was about, I grabbed a hand mirror, removed my panties and took a look at myself. Not knowing exactly what to look for, I still managed to conclude that, just as Shweta had said, everything on the outside was in order. Then I parted my labia, only to realise that they didn’t spread very far apart.

At the top, the little bud that I knew was my clitoris was visible, mostly concealed by its protective hood. Below that, I could barely perceive the opening to my urethra, but precious little else. Unsure of what to think, I finally crawled back into bed, not bothering to put my panties back on.

I said nothing to April when she came in to go to bed herself. Something told me that she wanted to talk about my condition, and I simply wasn’t in the mood for it. Finally, with a quiet sigh, she slipped into her bed and settled in for the night.

A few minutes later Mum opened the door, just to check on us — well, actually on me. I looked up at her when I heard the door open and she whispered, “It’ll be okay, honey. Try not to worry too much about it. And remember — if you need anything, I’m always here for you.” Seeing me nod in reply, she closed the door and went to her room.

I lay awake for – well, I didn’t look at the clock, so I had no idea what the time was. Eventually, though, I realised that I needed my mum. I got up, wearing nothing but an extra-large t-shirt, and went to her room, opening the door quietly in case she was asleep. Unsurprisingly, she was also awake..

“Mummy,” I began, addressing her that way for the first time since I was a little girl. “I can’t sleep. Can I, um, get in with you?” Even now, I recall the pleading tone that was in my voice.

By way of reply, she held up a corner of the bedclothes, inviting me in. “Sure you can, baby girl. Like I said, I’m here for you. I always will be.”

I slipped into bed and snuggled against her. The warmth, the feel of my mother next to me, the knowledge that I didn’t have to face my future without support — if it didn’t make everything right, at least it made things seem more manageable. Though it remained unspoken, I appreciated the fact that Mum hadn’t freaked out during the earlier discussions about sex at the doctor’s office.

Mum divorced my father about twelve years ago when she found out he was doing some girl at his work. She’d been on a few dates since then, but hadn’t seemed keen to get into another relationship. I thought about that for the first time in a while when Mum said, very quietly, “Melody, sweetheart, you know that Dr Jamiri, Shweta, is right, about masturbation, I mean… everybody does it.”

At first I failed to make the connection — then it hit me. To say I was stunned goes nowhere near describing my reaction. Raising my head, I stared at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” she confirmed. “It’s just that it’s extremely personal and private. And it’s nobody else’s business but yours. Same for me, same for April.”

Neither of us had been aware of it, but April had also been unable to sleep. When I left our room and didn’t return, she came looking for me. And as she passed Mum’s room, she heard her name mentioned.

“What’s my business?” she asked, sticking her head around the door.

“Um, we were just talking about some of the stuff that Dr Shweta said,” I told her.

“About masturbation,” Mum clarified.

“Oh,” was April’s only reaction.

“Mel couldn’t sleep, and asked if she could snuggle with me,” Mum continued.

Nodding in agreement, April said, “I couldn’t sleep either.”

Mum was amused, reading her younger daughter like a book. “Do you want to get in, too?”

April didn’t need the bedclothes to be held up. Without a word she scampered around to the other side of Mum’s bed and got in next to her.

Mum put an arm around each of us. “Oh, my baby girls,” she cooed. “We used to do this when you two were little. Remember? We always said that, long as we’re together, everything will turn out all right.”

By my recollection, the last time we snuggled up like this was right after Mum and Dad had split up.

“April was just a baby,” Mum said in a dreamy tone, losing herself in memories. “I was still nursing her. And you, Melody,” she added with a chuckle, “you wanted to breastfeed a baby, too. You’d sit beside me, take off your top and hold your baby doll up to your chest like you were nursing it,.” Actually, I had no memory of that, although I do remember the doll, my favourite, that I called Lalla — short for ‘lullaby’.

“And sometimes at night when April needed to be fed, you’d wake up too and want me to nurse you, too. You aren’t supposed to breastfeed a child once they’ve been weaned, but I couldn’t see the harm in it.” She was silent for a long moment. “It felt so good. Relaxing, natural. Both my girls feeding from me! It’s such a loving experience.” She fell silent; I don’t know why — perhaps she’d just remembered that I would never know that feeling.

I lay my head on her chest and sighed wistfully. “Sometimes, I wish I was a little girl again. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about this stupid condition of mine — MG, MK, ABCD. Whatever it’s called.”

Mum’s voice almost broke as she tried to comfort me. “Oh, baby girl, I know. I wish that, too!” After a moment’s hesitation, she withdrew her arm from around my shoulder. I wondered what she was doing… then a shiver raced through me when Mum opened the front of her nightie, baring her breasts.

I’m sure she was acting on instinct when she bared her chest, just as I was when I put my mouth to her nipple and began to suck.

“Darling, you know I can’t really feed you,” she told me, even sounding apologetic.

I briefly lifted my mouth from her nipple. “I know, Mummy, but we can pretend, can’t we? Just like I did with Lalla.”

“Of course we can, sweetheart,” she lovingly replied, and I took her nipple between my lips again.

Perhaps feeling a bit neglected, April timidly asked, “Me, too?”

“Yes, my precious, of course!” Mum replied, and April took her other breast.

Mum sighed contentedly, as we play-nursed from her. Now we were in a simpler place, a happier, more innocent time. And we were together, the three of us. We laid nestled like that for a long time. How long, none of us knew — or cared.

It was long enough for the three of us all to fall asleep, though.

The next day, Saturday, passed in something of a fog for me. Uninterested in catching up with friends, I stayed home and researched MRKH on the internet, not that there was much available. For the rest of the day, I basically lazed around.

Mum visited my room several times but didn’t push me, except to offer a reminder that if I wanted to talk, or just needed some company, I only had to ask. I appreciated that, but needed to get my head around this whole situation before I could discuss it with anyone, even my mother.

By evening, my appetite had finally returned, and the family had dinner together as usual, but once again I elected to turn in early. Which isn’t to say that I found it any easier to fall asleep.

An hour or so later, April came in and began to prepare for bed. She was very quiet, trying not to disturb me. It was thoughtful of her, so I didn’t let on that I was still awake. Judging by the number of times my sister turned over after she got into bed, she was obviously as restless as I was.

Eventually, we both rolled over at the same time and found ourselves face to face, eyes wide open. We shared a nervous laugh.

“You okay?” she asked. “It’s a lot to deal with, I bet..”

“Yeah, I guess,” I told her. “I mean… I’d already figured something was wrong, even if I didn’t know what. Or that it was as major as it is.” I sighed.

“I’m not trying to be a jerk, I swear,” April said after a brief silence, “but… um, I mean… couldn’t you tell…?”

Her embarrassment amused me. I finished the question for her. “That something was missing down there, you mean?” She nodded, and even in the dim moonlight spilling through the window, I could see that her eyes were big and round.

“No. All the outside bits are there, and they’re all normal.”

“Could I… I mean, would you mind…?” She fumbled for the right words, finally going silent..

More embarrassment for her, more amusement for me, and once again I completed her sentence. “Will I show you?”

April gave a vigorous nod. “Yeah, please. I mean, if you don’t, like, mind or anything. It’s just that I’m, um, kinda curious, and… and…”  I always find it funny when my little sister gets flustered, maybe because it doesn’t happen very often.

I switched on my bedside light and swivelled around to face April, while she sat up, ready to see what I had to show. Raising the t-shirt I wear as a nightie, I hoisted my knees in the air and spread my thighs apart. I remember thinking that it was just like I was positioned when Dr Shweta first examined me.

April took a long look, then shrugged. “It all looks normal to me.”

Another chance to make my sister uncomfortable had just been presented to me… and I’m afraid that I took full advantage of it, saying, “And just how do you know what a normal girl’s pussy looks like?”

April turned the colour of a ripe tomato. Her mouth going tight, she leapt up and stomped back to her bed, where she lay down, curled into a little ball.

I instantly regretted my words. Getting up and going over to my sister’s bed, I lay down and wrapped both arms around her. “Sorry, April,” I told the back of her head . “I don’t mean to be such a bitch. These last few days have been rough, but that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you.” Giving her a squeeze, I added, “Do you still want to see me? You can if you want.”

She said nothing, but I felt her relax a little bit. I got up and padded back over to my own bed, where I sat back against the headboard, then spread my legs as far apart as they could go. As if I was offering myself up to my little sister.

Maybe she was still pissed off at me, but I knew how difficult it was for my little sister to restrain her curiosity. Sure enough, she came back, kneeling beside the bed to get a good look.

As she studied my vulva again, I told her, “It’s the inside that’s different. If you really want to get a good look, you might, uh, need to…” I wasn’t sure how to say it, but figured that April must know what she needed to do in order to be able to see inside me.

She did. I felt the lightest touch of her fingers as she gently spread my labia open, then peered inside. “Oh. My. GOD. There’s nothing there!” she exclaimed, looking up at me with astonished eyes.

“Well… that’s sort of the problem.”

“Okay, I see your pee-hole,” April said. Then she touched me, and I felt a warm surge of pleasure that made my head spin. “And your clit’s there!”

“Thank God for that,” I said. “At least I’m able to get myself off.”

“So… you’ve done it before?” she asked.

No point in keeping it a secret now, I thought, not with her face mere inches from my pussy!

“I — I haven’t,” I admitted. “Oh, I’ve played around a bit, and rubbed myself. And once I even had somebody else rub me.” I didn’t tell her it was Shweta. By then. I suspected that April had far more experience than I did, despite being a couple of years younger. “But I’ve never come before.”

She was shocked, to put it mildly. “Oh, shit. Wow. I had no idea.”

Boundaries had been crossed. Actually, they’d more or less collapsed. My sister’s feather-light touch, the way she was staring at my girly bits with such obvious interest (are mine even qualified to be called ‘girly bits?’ Yes, damn it, they are!), and all the talk about sex I’d had over the last few days… it was all starting to arouse me. I hadn’t expected that, but wasn’t bothered by it either.

To this day, I wonder if that arousal was what caused me to say what I did just then.

“Um, April? Can I see yours, too?” I asked, feeling completely awkward about it, but I didn’t let a stammer betray me. “So I’ll know what, well, y’know, what’s different about me. And it’s only fair, because you’ve seen me, right?” I added, almost pleading with her.

My sister showed not an iota of discomfort or bashfulness at my request. In fact, she seemed downright eager to undress for me. April reached up under the extra-large t-shirt she used for a nightie and yanked down the boy’s boxer shorts she slept in, then lay down, taking up the same position that I’d adopted, her legs wide apart.

Kneeling before my sister, I gazed at the junction of her thighs. Never having seen another girl up close, I was fascinated by the view before me. At first, I saw nothing that seemed especially distinctive, except that her pubes were darker than mine, but equally sparse. Like she’d done to me, I hesitantly touched her labia, then parted them to see what they hid.

The difference was immediately apparent. April’s sex was a lovely pink lily. Mine was a flower that had withered before it had the chance to bud.

It hit me like a blow to the stomach. “Oh, God!” I gasped, and quickly stood. I was shaken to the quick, and didn’t want to see any more. Sitting back down, I stared at my hands.

April quickly sat up, then reached out to touch my shoulder. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I slowly nodded, knowing it was a lie. In fact, I felt like some kind of freak; not a real girl at all. Unsure of what to do or say. I slumped down on the bed.

“I’m so sorry, Mel,” I heard April say. “This totally sucks. God, I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.”

I was on the verge of saying something mundane like Thanks, sis, I really appreciate that… but then, an idea popped into my head. It was a pretty twisted notion, maybe even perverted — but the more I turned it over in my mind, the more attractive it seemed.

After days of brooding about how messed up I was inside, then seeing the proof of it first-hand, I longed for some sense of normality, to know that I could be like other girls. Maybe my little sister could help me with that…?

“Um, April, could you maybe… touch me there some more?”

It wasn’t exactly about sex, you understand. More than anything, I needed to be sure that the girl parts I did have worked the way they were supposed to.

I wasn’t sure how April would respond, but she wasn’t at all bothered by my request. “Sure,” was her reply. “Lie back down.”

I arranged myself like before, exposing my sex to her. Reaching out, April gently traced my slit with the tip of her index finger. I gasped — the sensation was heavenly!

She continued to fondle me, using two fingers to glide up and down through my labia. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each caress, warm fluid oozing down into the crack of my arse. Each time her finger ran upward, she brushed my clitoris before starting the down stroke.

I was astonished by how good my sister was at this, the skill she brought to the task. Her hand seemed to know everything about how to make me feel wonderful. She’s practically still a kid! I told myself. When did April learn how to do this?

Suddenly she broke contact with me — and it was only knowing Mum was just down the hall that kept me from crying out in frustration. I was just about to beg my sister not to stop when she brought her other hand into play. Now she was rubbing my pussy and toying with my clit at the same time, and those sensations went from great to incredible.

So many things were happening to me at once — April’s touch; the realization that I was capable of receiving sexual pleasure; how crazy it was to know that my own underage sister was doing this to me; the joy I felt after days of misery… it was all too much to take. All of a sudden my body was caught up in these wonderful feelings, flooding through me like I’d been poured full of liquid sunshine.

For the first time in my life, I was truly experiencing the joy of sexual rapture. My very first orgasm. And I didn’t want it to stop.

It was such a mental overload that I burst into tears. I hugged April to me, clinging to her tightly, and she hugged me back, letting me get everything out of my system, if only for the moment. And she continued to fondle my pussy, keeping those sweet sensations coming.

At the same time, my emotions were running wild. Anxiety. Satisfaction. Reassurance. Confusion. Maybe even guilt. My body kept responding to April’s intimate touch — a gift so precious, I didn’t know how to accept it. I’m sure I sobbed for ages, and my sister held me the whole time.

When I’d recovered enough to speak, I kept whispering “Thank you,” over and over. She smiled, held my face between her hands, and kissed the tears away from my cheeks.

“Can I do that to you now?” I asked, keen to give April the same pleasure that she’d given me.

“I did that because my big sister needed it,” she told me. “You shouldn’t feel that you have to–”

I quickly shushed her. “I want to,” I protested. “I want to… to see what it’s like for you.”

To allow April no opportunity to refuse my wishes, I kissed her firmly on the mouth. She immediately kissed me back, teasing my lower lip with her tongue. Instead of opening my mouth to accept her tongue, I broke away, impatient to touch my sister, and got on all fours above her.

She looked up at me and asked, “Are you sure?” as if she wasn’t quite sure herself. Gazing into her eyes. I nodded once, and she slowly parted her legs. Once again, I was struck by how beautiful her pussy was.

Never having attempted anything like this before, I let myself be guided by what April had done to me. I ran my fingers along her slit — first on the outside, then between the lips, my heart beating faster as I felt her grow moist to the touch. Then I gave her clitoris some attention, replicating my sister’s technique of flicking the tiny nubbin on each upstroke. My reward was her moan of pleasure.

Keeping my thumb on her button, I slid two fingers between April’s labia, seeking the entrance to the vagina. Her pussy was much wetter than it had been only minutes ago, so I began to probe into the entrance. My fingers were actually inside her, just a bit. I didn’t want to go too deep and possibly injure my sister, so I only penetrated her about an inch or so.

April’s response was to grit her teeth, take a deep breath and drive her hips against my hand with a hard thrust, more or less impaling herself on my fingers.

She gasped, “That’s it, Mel! That’s the way. Oh, God… fuck me!”

So I did, working my fingers in and out of her while she squirmed and writhed beneath me. April was right — it was like fucking, I realised, and that thought made me shiver. I wasn’t sure how I felt about doing something like that to my little sister. I couldn’t leave her disappointed, though.

Without any reason to do so — or indeed, any knowledge of what I was doing — I curled my fingers upward inside my sister. When I touched the front wall of her vagina, she squealed, “Oh, fuck, yeah! I’m g-gonna… mmmm, I’m coming!” A massive shudder rocked her body.

Suddenly reaching out, April seized my arm and drew me to her. Our lips met, then parted as we melted together in a deep kiss, our tongues dancing together. And as we kissed, my fingers were still twisting around inside her. As a result, she came again, panting into my mouth.

At last, April lay spent, sprawled out on my bed and gasping for breath. I sat beside her, rather pleased with myself. I’d found out about the differences between my body and those of other girls, discovered that I could have orgasms of my own, and realized that I possessed the skills to make another girl come. I was starting to think that sex might not be such a big issue for me after all.

April looked up at me with a sleepy smile, “That was terrific,” she mumbled. “You’re a natural.” Flushed with pride, I added her compliment to my list of the day’s achievements. Placing a hand on her warm belly, I lovingly caressed it.

I should’ve been content to simply lie with April, delighting in what we’d just shared. However there was a nagging question that I finally had to ask.

“April, you just said I was a natural… and you seem to know a lot about, um, stuff girls do together. Sex stuff, I mean. Can I ask — how did you, well, learn all this?”

To my astonishment, April blushed. My sister has never been one to embarrass easily.

My thirteen-year-old sister and I had just fooled around — no, that’s not what happened. We’d fucked one another, then kissed like lesbian lovers, and April had been fine with that. She had exposed her most intimate parts to me without a moment’s hesitation. She’d coped easily with family discussions about sex and masturbation in the presence of a stranger. Almost a casual conversation for her, so it seemed.

But when I ask how she knows so much about sex, in particular about jilling another girl to a climax, that’s when my sister gets all flustered, turning red as a tomato!

I waited.

At last she found her voice. “You know Felicity…?”

It was a rhetorical question. Of course I knew Felicity. She and April had been best friends for almost their entire lives. They called each other Ace and Flick.

I continued to wait, while my sister continued to blush. Finally, she continued.

“Well, about a year ago, when we started, y’know, developing… One day, we were talking about it. But I didn’t want to just talk. I wanted to see, too. Turns out, so did she. So we, kinda, showed each other what we had…”

Obviously there was more to tell, so I waited for it.

“Then we wanted to, um, touch each other. So that’s what happened. And it felt so good… we sort of kept on doing it after that, whenever we got together.” She paused, chewing nervously on her lower lip. “The second time, Flick kissed me — and I really liked it, so I kissed her back. After that…” April kept winding a strand of her hair around one finger, then letting it unravel. “We started doing more. Lots more.”

That made me wonder. “Are you telling me that you and Felicity learned all those things on your own?”

The redness in her face had been steadily diminishing, but it immediately returned. “Well, you see… Flick’s parents don’t have locks on her computer, so she can look at whatever she wants. So we looked up sex for girls, and then we looked up sex between girls – lesbian stuff…” Her cheeks were practically scarlet. “And then we d-did the things that they did.”

Without warning, April burst into tears. I was dumbfounded.

“Yeah, I d-did that stuff with Flick, ‘cos I like her a lot… I mean, she — she’s my bestie. B-but there was another reason why I wanted to know all that… everything about sex with girls….”

She took a deep breath, then blurted out a single, unbroken string of words.

“I wanted to do those things with you, Melody. I wanted to, but I was afraid you… that you’d be mad at me,” She struggled with herself, fighting the tears, needing to finish while she still could.

“It isn’t that I don’t want to have sex with Flick – I do. But I wanted to do it with you, too! Even before I knew what sex was, I wanted to cuddle with you and touch you all over – and I wanted you to touch me. Well, I just hoped you’d want to touch me. And when you started to, like, get boobs and grow up — God, I loved looking at you, when you were getting changed, or in a swimsuit, or anything where I got to see you out of your clothes. And I always wanted to look as good as you – I still do…”

I have no way of knowing how long I stared at April – perhaps seconds, maybe minutes. I struggled to fully comprehend what she’d just told me, what it meant for us, but this was too much to get my head around.

I’d never experienced the feeling of being wanted, not in that way. Now my little sister, who I usually thought of as a kid, had just admitted a hidden longing for sex with me. What in God’s name was I supposed to do with that sort of knowledge?

That was when I became aware that Mum was standing in our doorway looking in, no doubt checking on us to make sure that we were all right. What she saw instead was her teenage daughters lying together, both naked from the waist down, my hand still resting on April’s belly.

On to Part Two!

By JB West

For helpful information about this story’s main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales

Part 1 – Coffee and Cream

Deena awakened the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and bacon. Instinctively, she reached over for Cassidy, only to find the left side of the bed empty. Deena quickly put two and two together and, with a sheepish grin, realized that Cassidy was already up. This was a novel situation to find herself in. Usually, Deena was the one who woke up first and got the coffee going, while her lover would continue to slumber until Deena roused her with a flurry of kisses. And if that didn’t work, a couple of well placed tickles on the soles of her feet always did the trick.

She hopped out of bed and proceeded to do a quick twenty push-ups, followed by an equal number of sit-ups. In the midst of her exercise, she noticed all of their clothing from the night before, still carelessly strewn about on the floor. Rising to her feet, Deena picked up the discarded garments and threw them into the hamper in the closet, pausing to hold the bikini bottoms that Cassidy had worn up to her nose. She breathed in her lover’s sweet fragrance, smiling at the memory of removing the tiny piece of material… and what had happened afterward. Finally tossing them into the hamper with the rest, Deena threw on a pair of her gym shorts and one of her old police academy t-shirts, then padded out to the kitchen.

“Morning, babe,” Deena said as she saw Cassidy sitting at the table, one knee tucked up under her chin and phone in hand, perusing one of the many social media sites she enjoyed.

Cassidy looked up from her phone and smiled. “Hey.” She waved her lover over. “C’mere.”

Deena walked over, bent down and the women exchanged a brief but loving kiss. Glancing up at the stove top, Deena realized that the bacon was about to burn so she quickly turned off the burner. Serving  up equal portions on two plates, she set them on the table. She noticed that Cassidy had cut up pieces of fruit, placed them in a bowl and drizzled a small amount of a light whipped cream on top, something she loved.

Placing the bowl on the table, Deena poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down. “You’re up early,” she said.

“I’ve been up for a few hours already,” Cassidy replied, smiling. “All I did yesterday was sit by the pool or nap. I guess I didn’t need that much sleep.” She speared a piece of fruit from the bowl and popped it into her mouth. “Mmmmmm, this cream tastes good.” She winked at Deena. “Well, not as good as yours, but it’ll do.”

Deena chuckled and leaned in for another kiss. This one lasted longer and Deena could taste the whipped cream on Cassidy’s lips.

The women exchanged smiles, then fell silent for a couple of minutes while they ate breakfast, occasionally stealing a glance or a light peck on the lips. No words were needed. Deena loved these moments when she was able to quiet her thoughts and really feel the world around her. Knowing that she was with the woman she loved and that Cassidy loved her back in equal measure was a gift, one she would never take for granted.

Cassidy finally broke the silence. “What’s on your agenda for the day?” Knowing that Deena usually liked to spend her time off doing odd jobs around the house or in the yard.

“I was thinking of finally taking care of that loose hinge on the guest bedroom door and I want to run down to the hardware store and get some sealant for that crack in the driveway,” Deena said. “But I don’t want to stray too far from home, in case Mrs. Hayes calls.”

Cassidy cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oooooh, Mrs. Hayes. Do tell.”

Deena realized that she’d never gotten around to telling Cassidy about everything that had happened the day before. She quickly ran through the story about the accident, meeting little Katie and then her mother, Kim. The interminable wait at the hospital, having to be so close to Katie, all the while grappling with her own helpless desire for the child. Then there was Rachel and her darling daughter Emily. She described how the two little nymphs had both hugged her.

“I swear to God, I almost lost it. It took all I had to keep from kissing them right then and there in front of their mothers.”

An awed Cassidy slowly shook her head. “No wonder you were so worked up last night.” She leaned in to give Deena a long passionate kiss. “So, which girl were you imagining being with while you were riding my face?”

Deena turned bright red, then buried her face in her hands. “Katie,” She squeaked.

“And if you had the chance, would you treat her the same way you treated me last night?”

Deena raised her head and looked at Cassidy, an almost injured look on her face. “W-what? No, of course not. She’s just a little girl.”

Cassidy reached over and took Deena’s hand in hers. “Okay, good,” she said as she gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You were just so… wild last night. I don’t see that part of you very often.”

“Sorry if I was too rough,” Deena conceded. “I guess I was just a bit worked up… and needed to release all that pent-up energy.”

“You don’t need to apologize, babe,” Cassidy said, leaning in to place a light kiss on Deena’s cheek. “I was just a little worried. But I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

It was then Deena’s turn to give Cassidy a kiss. She wanted to thank her for being so understanding, so wonderful, but couldn’t find the words to express herself in the moment. It didn’t matter, though, Cassidy could tell exactly what Deena was feeling, and the kiss was all the thanks she needed.

“So,” Cassidy continued, “If you were to ever get the chance, what would you like to do with this girl Katie?”

Deena flushed again as the memory of little Katie’s face popped into her head. “I want to hold her. Kiss her. I think if I could do that… I could die happy.” She gave a sheepish grin. “Not that I’d turn down the chance to do more with her… in fact, I’d be up for just about anything.”

“Sounds to me like you’re rather smitten with the girl,” Cassidy laughed.

Deena looked up at her lover. “You need to see her for yourself, babe. Then you’ll understand.”

Cassidy stood up and offered her hand. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower. Maybe I can make you forget all about her.”

They made love in the shower, and for a brief moment, Deena did put all thoughts of Katie aside. Afterwards, they dressed and cleaned up. Deena fixed that squeaky hinge, then went around the house checking all the other doors and windows.

Later, Deena drove down to the hardware store to get the sealant. On the way, thoughts of Katie and the things that she would like to do with the little angel were very much on her mind. Dirty thoughts, the kind that would horrify most people, but these fantasies of sex with a little girl fired Deena’s imagination like nothing else.

By the time Deena got home, her head was spinning with arousal. She couldn’t last much longer without another release of sexual energy.

Then she heard it. The sound of a phone ringing that wasn’t hers or Cassidy’s. Deena knew that the call must be from Kim. Her heart began to throb.

Part 2 – Just One Glass

The night before, Rachel and the girls had arrived back at the Connors’ home just a little before eleven o’clock. It had taken a while for Kim’s test results to come back and the doctor had spoken with Rachel extensively about what they meant. As Kim was in no immediate danger, the doctor saw no reason why she couldn’t go home the following day.

On the drive home from the hospital, Katie and Emily asked if they could have a slumber party. It had been a long time since the girls had seen each other, not since spring break back in March, and they wanted to sleep in the same bed. Rachel told the girls no, explaining that they’d all had an eventful day and needed a good night’s rest.

The girls protested, but Rachel made a deal with them. If they went to bed that night without any debate, and if Katie’s mom gave her permission, they could have their slumber party on the following night. Katie seemed ready to argue the point, but she interrupted herself with a gigantic yawn and began to nod off right then and there.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, Katie was fast asleep. Rachel had to carry her niece inside and up to her bed. As for Emily, she was barely able to make it up the stairs to the guest bedroom and get her clothes off before dozing off.

Once the girls were tucked in, Rachel went downstairs, curled up on the sofa and turned on the TV. The nightly news was already over and the late night talk shows were in full swing. She called her husband, letting him know what happened and informing him that she and Emily would be staying over for a few extra days. The doctor had told her that Kim needed to be monitored for a few days to make sure that there were no serious after effects from the head injury.

Michael was none too happy about his wife and daughter being gone so long, but understood the need for caution. Rachel told him she loved him and promised him that she’d make the wait worth his while upon her return. He liked that.

After hanging up, Rachel decided she could use a drink. She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find an open bottle of wine. That’s when she saw the bloody scene that had been left behind from her sister’s accident. Rachel knew that she needed to deal with this mess before the girls saw it.

It took a while to get all the dried blood cleaned up but it wasn’t as bad as she expected, and much of the debris was already in the trash can. After getting the floor clean, Rachel took the trash out to the large receptacle in the garage, and then she was finally able to pour herself a glass of wine. Ever since the phone call from Officer Dean, she’d been a nervous wreck, so a drink was just what she needed.

After a few sips of what turned out to be an excellent wine, Rachel finally started to relax. She closed her eyes and listened to some situation comedy playing on the TV without paying much attention to it, and soon her mind began to wander.

She thought back on her day, but instead of focusing on her sister’s accident, Rachel’s thoughts kept returning to Officer Dean for some reason. She’d been told the woman’s first name at some point, but couldn’t recall it. She did, however, remember the younger woman’s face, especially her eyes. Those deep brown eyes. In a way they reminded Rachel of her own daughter’s, but without the same innocence that Emily’s eyes possessed. There was something behind them. Some kind of mystery to be solved. Yes, Officer Dean was a puzzle.

Rachel suddenly realized that she had unbuttoned her jeans, slipped a hand inside, and was lightly teasing her clitoris with two fingers. Her first instinct was to stop, but then she told herself, It’s been a long, stressful day. I deserve this.

Switching the TV off, Rachel wiggled out of her jeans. She left her shirt on, but skillfully unclasped her bra and tugged it off through her sleeve. She took a big gulp of wine and closed her eyes. Rachel felt a little weird about masturbating on the couch in her sister’s living room, but fuck it, she’d had enough wine to feel tipsy, and for some reason, she was horny as hell. The girls were sound asleep and there was no one else around to interrupt her.

Easing a hand into her panties, Rachel began to gently rub her aching clit. Another sip of wine, and she became increasingly rough with herself, pinching the sensitive bit of flesh between a finger and thumb, even tugging at it.

These sensations were driving Rachel wild, but she felt the need to be penetrated. Bringing her left hand into play, she stuffed two fingers into her vagina and began to fuck herself as hard and deep as she could. Her thick, warm juices were now flowing freely, and she used these to moisten the fingers of her right hand, then started rubbing her inflamed clitoris at a frenzied pace. Her hand was a blur between her trembling thighs.

All of a sudden Officer Dean’s face materialized in her mind’s eye — and that was when Rachel exploded in an orgasm that seemed like it might never end. She worked her cunt in a helpless frenzy, all the while picturing Officer Dean’s eyes. Those beautiful, soulful eyes.

Now, lying limp and panting for breath, Rachel withdrew two very wet fingers from her pussy, bringing them up to her mouth. She’d always loved the taste of herself, but for some reason her juices tasted extra sweet tonight.

Rachel pictured Officer Dean’s face again, this time wondering what her pussy tasted like. She laughed out loud at the thought. Rachel had come of age at a time when it was becoming more socially acceptable to be a lesbian, and while she never even thought of herself as bisexual, she had experimented with other girls when she was younger. She’d never had sex with another woman, but knew plenty of girls that did and had been propositioned a number of times. The furthest Rachel had ever gone was a bit of light making out with a few girls, and once she had accepted a dare to suck on a friend’s nipple for thirty seconds. Then, during her junior year of college, she met Michael and the rest was history. They were married two years later, and two years after that she was a mother.

It had been well over a decade since Rachel had even thought of another woman in a sexual way. So why was she thinking about this woman she’d only met briefly, and why were those thoughts turning her on so much? After mulling it over, she chalked it all up to the stress of the day and the jumble of emotions she’d been through.

Rachel cleaned up after herself, then went upstairs to the guest room, stripped off the rest of her clothes and slipped under the covers. One of her hands rested on top of her vulva, once again tracing tiny circles over her clit while images of the beautiful police officer played in her head. She didn’t masturbate again, but drifted off while touching herself.

The next morning she woke up, her hand in the same position, the bedding underneath her absolutely soaked.

Part 3 – New Friends

Cassidy heard the phone ringing. Just like Deena, she had been anticipating the call, but not for the same reason. She found the whole situation intriguing, and was very curious as to how everything would play out. Setting down the brush she was holding, Cassidy covered the canvas that she was working on with a thin cloth. She quickly washed her hands, then headed upstairs from the basement studio.

Deena was in the kitchen, talking on the other woman’s phone. “No, that sounds just fine.” She saw Cassidy emerge from the basement door and motioned her over.

As Cassidy drew closer to Deena she could hear the voice of the woman on the other end of the line, but couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Are you sure you don’t need us to…?” Deena was cut off by a burst of animated talking. “Fine, that’s fine. Well, then, we’ll be over in a little while. See you then.”

Ending the call, Deena glanced up at Cassidy, a quizzical look on her face.

“What’s going on?” Cassidy asked.

“That was Rachel. She and Kim just invited me over for dinner to… to thank me properly for yesterday.” Deena’s cheeks were slightly flushed, and Cassidy thought it made her look very cute. “I asked if it would be okay to bring my fiancée, and she said ‘The more, the merrier.’ So… I guess that means we need to get cleaned up.”

Cassidy’s eyes widened at the realization that she was going to get to meet the young girls who had driven her lover wild — along with their mothers, who Deena had described as being quite attractive themselves. “And here I thought it was going to be another boring night at home,” Cassidy said with a smile.

The women showered and got dressed. Deena slipped into a pair of black yoga pants that showed off her rear nicely and a red high-collared sleeveless top, which she accented with a gray silk scarf. Cassidy chose a low-cut yellow top and a black miniskirt. A pair of black, low-heeled boots completed the girlish ensemble. They both wore little makeup, but Cassidy applied a hint of a floral-scented perfume that Deena liked. Appraising and approving one another, the two lovers were soon on their way.

Before arriving at the Connors’ home, they stopped by the supermarket to pick up a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. The wine was a Spanish white that Cassidy often used to make wine spritzers, the perfect drink for a beautiful summer afternoon.

***

Kim Connors happened to look out the front window of her house just as Deena and Cassidy were pulling up to the curb,  and murmured, “Oh, dear.” She hadn’t expected her guests to arrive quite so soon. Kim was still doing a quick straightening of the living room, where the girls had been playing earlier, and hadn’t had the chance to clean up properly or even change yet.

“Rachel? They’re here,” she called out.

“What? Already?” Rachel said, hastening into the room from the kitchen, joining her sister to peer out the window. “Well, I did tell them to come over whenever they were able.”

Kim and Rachel watched as the passenger door of the vehicle opened, and Deena climbed out. But they were more interested in catching a glimpse of Deena’s fiancée, the one that they had only just found out about earlier that day.

When Cassidy emerged from the other side, you could have heard a pin drop. The two sisters turned to gape at one another in disbelief.

“D-D-Did you know…?” Kim stammered.

“I had no idea,” Rachel replied.

They turned their attention back to the woman walking up the front walk. “Wow, she’s really cute… like a Barbie doll.” Kim gasped. As their guests reached the porch, Kim hurried over to the door and opened it, just as Deena was about to ring the bell.

“Hello, hello. Come in, come in,” Kim said, opening the door wide. Deena stepped in, Cassidy close behind.

“These are for you,” Deena said to Kim, handing her the bouquet of flowers. “Oh, and this, of course,” she added, taking the woman’s cell phone from her purse. “I’m glad you’re doing better.”

Kim smiled. “Oh, I am… very much,” she said. “Thanks for asking.”

Moving in to join the others, Rachel hugged Deena. It was a completely spontaneous action, and she felt a tiny flutter in her belly as she did it. “It’s good to see you again, Deena,” she said.

“You too,” Deena said. She turned and motioned to Cassidy. “Ms. Connors, Ms. Hayes, this is Cassidy Page, my fiancée.”

“Hi.” Cassidy said, accompanied by a friendly wave. She handed the bottle of wine to Rachel, but her eyes were on Kim. “Thank you for having us. You have a lovely home.”

“Oh, thanks,” Kim replied, blushing a bit.

Rachel inspected the bottle, then looked at Cassidy and said, “Spanish wine. An excellent choice. I think I’m going to like you.”

Cassidy felt her cheeks flush. Deena had told her that these women were pretty, but she felt unprepared for just how attractive Kim and Rachel were… especially Kim.

The sisters appeared to be dressed in casual around-the-house clothes. Kim was wearing a pair of black shorts with a light pink button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A light gauzy bandage was wrapped around her head, protecting the wound she’d sustained the day before. Her hair was covering most of the bandage, so it looked more like a bright white headband. Her feet were bare, her toenails painted bright red.

Rachel was wearing a pair of denim cutoffs, not nearly as short or revealing as the ones Cassidy had been wearing the day before but they accentuated her womanly form quite nicely. She had a loose-fitting, white tank top on over what appeared to be a red, orange and yellow striped bikini top. Cassidy couldn’t help but feel a strong sexual attraction to them both.

“Oh, and please, call me Kim,” Kim said.

“And I’m Rachel,” her sister said. “We’re all friends here.”

Just then, the moment was interrupted by the sound of a door banging shut, followed by two little girls bursting into the room. They raced straight over to Deena and all but threw themselves at the woman while shouting her name.

Watching this scene play out, Cassidy finally understood why just thinking about these youngsters had Deena so incredibly flustered. The smaller of the two was wearing a light purple, one-piece bathing suit with dark purple piping. The other girl wore a light green two-piece suit with dark green ruffles. Both of them were visibly wet, but not enough to drip on the carpet.

The girls were hugging Deena’s thighs much like they had the day before, causing some of the dampness from their suits to be absorbed by the thin material of her tight yoga pants.

Kim and Rachel hastened to free Deena from their children’s embrace. “Calm down, girls,” Rachel cautioned. “You’re going to get Deena all wet.”

Cassidy had to fight a sudden urge to giggle. Oh, she’s wet all right… just not in the way you think.

The girls then noticed Cassidy for the first time, their eyes widening at the sight of her..

“Hi, I’m Katie. Who are you?” asked the child in the purple one-piece, looking Cassidy up and down.

Cassidy knelt and looked the little girl in the eye, suddenly taken aback at what she saw.

This was the girl whose face she’d seen in her vision. The face she’d been trying to capture on her canvas. Who was this girl? She knew there was some deeper connection waiting to be discovered. She could also tell why Deena was so smitten — the child was absolutely gorgeous.

“I’m Cassidy.” she said, “Deena’s friend.”

“Are you and her getting married?” Katie asked.

“Yes,” Cassidy replied.

Katie scrunched up her nose a bit, thought it over for a second, then said, “I didn’t know a girl could marry a girl.”

Cassidy glanced up at Kim and Rachel. It was plain to see that the ladies had been expecting Deena to show up with a man. She wasn’t exactly sure how to handle this, but figured that an honest response was best. If the girls’ mothers had a problem with it, well tough — she wasn’t going to lie to a child, or deny her sexual identity.

“Sure they can, sweetie. A girl can marry anyone she loves.”

Katie thought about that for a few seconds, then said, “Cool. I’m gonna marry a girl when I grow up. Boys are icky.”

All the women began to laugh. Cassidy looked up again, pleased to see that Kim and Rachel were both smiling. It was obvious that these two ladies were open minded and accepting of others. How open minded remained to be seen, however.

Cassidy looked back at Katie and said, “I think so, too,” giving the girl a wink.

From there, the women and the girls proceeded to the back yard. Deena, Cassidy and the girls sat down in various lounge chairs that were grouped together near one end of the large swimming pool, while Rachel and Kim took drink orders and went back inside to fetch them.

Cassidy could tell just from looking that this pool was larger than theirs. She also spied a hot tub in a screened-off area to the side of the patio. She was fairly certain that, based on the angles of the architecture and the tree lines around the edges of the yard, that nobody off the property could see into the hot tub area. Perfect for skinny dipping.

The hostesses soon returned with their beverages — juice for the girls, an iced tea for Kim, and white wine spritzers for Rachel and their guests.

For the next couple of hours, the ladies conversed on a wide range of topics. The girls were constantly in and out of the pool, occasionally racing around the patio in their wet swimsuits. Deena and Cassidy both enjoyed watching them, but the flow of the conversation kept them from paying too much attention to the little water nymphs.

Eventually the girls started to complain about being hungry, so the group moved back indoors, where everybody pitched in to make dinner. Kim and Rachel told their guests that they didn’t have to help out, but Deena and Cassidy insisted. It ended up being a lot of fun, working as a team to create a meal they would all enjoy together.

They ate outside on the patio, basking in the early evening sun. Around six o’clock Deena pointed out that it had been twenty-four hours since Kim’s accident. Everybody remarked on what a crazy day it had been, but agreed that it hadn’t been a complete calamity, because of the new friends they had made. A toast was made to friendship, then one to Kim’s health and another to Deena’s heroism, followed by a final toast for the two little girls, so that they wouldn’t feel left out.

After dinner, the girls insisted that they play a game. The only one they all could agree on was Charades. They played for about an hour and, in the process, discovered what a good actress Emily was. She was able to act out every clue she was given so well, that the team of herself, Cassidy and Kim won every round except for the last, when Emily intentionally flubbed a few of the clues because she wanted to make sure Katie’s team won at least once.

When the game was over, it was just after seven o’clock. Rachel and Kim informed their daughters that it was time to start getting ready for bed.

“Aww, do we have to? Emily pouted.

“You said we could have a slumber party and stay up late.” Katie pointed out.

“You don’t have to go to bed yet, but go put your nighties on and brush your teeth. You can watch any movie you want. But when it’s over, it’s bedtime for you both, okay?”

The girls cheered and ran inside. The four women started to clean up the remains of their meal, but this time Kim and Rachel insisted that their guests relax and let them handle it.

As soon as Cassidy and Deena were alone, Cassidy perched on the arm of her lover’s chair and they exchanged a long, passionate kiss.

“Holy shit!” Cassidy exclaimed, once they finally drifted apart. “You were not exaggerating. Those girls are exquisite. So cute. So delicious.”

“Right?” Deena said, grinning foolishly. Tilting her head back, she gave Cassidy another long kiss. Again, it was very heated, and Deena could feel herself getting turned on.  Suddenly Cassidy broke away and looked down into Deena’s eyes, a serious look on her face.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Cassidy said. “This morning, I woke up because of the buzzing.”

Deena’s expression immediately turned serious as well. Cassidy hadn’t mentioned the “buzz” in a very long time. So long, in fact, that Deena had nearly forgotten it existed. She took Cassidy’s hands in hers.

“Tell me.”

“I had to calm it,” Cassidy began, “I was standing at the mirror, counting down to zero like I always do… but then, at the end of it, I had a vision. A child’s face.” She paused. “Katie’s face.”

“You did?” Deena exclaimed. “Are you — you’re sure it was her?”

Cassidy nodded. “The instant our eyes met.”

“But… why? What’s that about?”

“I don’t know what it means, baby.” Cassidy said.

“Maybe it’s because she was on my mind last night.” Deena said. “Even after we finished making love and were lying there holding each other, I was still, um, having thoughts about her. Maybe you somehow picked up on that.”

“Maybe.” Cassidy said with a shrug. “It feels way too specific to be a coincidence. I think that whatever is happening here… it’s happening for a reason. I just don’t know what it is.”

The two women stared at each other for a long moment before they were suddenly interrupted by a young girl’s voice. “Deena. Cassidy. It’s movie time.”

Deena squeezed Cassidy’s hands in hers and kissed her again. “Whatever it is, babe… we’ll figure it out together.”

On to Chapter Four!

by Girl Lover

Seventeen-year-old Jill quickly scrawled I LOVE YOU, MOM & DAD. HAPPY BIRTHDAY on the card and put it in the side pocket of her backpack. Both her parents’ birthdays were coming up in a couple of weeks and because the dates were so close, they always picked a day in the middle and celebrated together. Jill hated that she wasn’t able to think of anything better than “Happy Birthday” to put on the card. Writing wasn’t her strong suit, but her parents would understand everything that her simple message entailed.

Jill closed the door of her locker as she waited for her two best friends Wendy and Tracy to finish checking their make-up. Wendy slammed her locker door closed, closely followed by Tracy, and the three girls set off down the hall of McCallum Middle-High School. It was Monday, they’d just received the new schedule for the football games and were already making plans. Being the head cheerleaders, they were the most popular girls in the school and knew it. More than that, they loved it. They didn’t walk down the hall, they strutted. Every guy wanted to be with them, and every girl wanted to be them.

Heading to the practice field, Jill and her friends commented disparagingly on the assembly that they’d just left. Every year, the fifth-grade students presented their science reports to the entire school. Having to sit through twenty of these had put Wendy in a bad mood.

“I thought those stupid reports would never end!” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “And the little shits just kept coming. After one little fucker would leave, another would come and start running their mouth about mammals or volcanoes. I almost walked out.”

“Like you could’ve gotten past Fanny,” Tracy remarked. Fanny was the robust school custodian and hall monitor, physically able to deal with even the largest boys.

“I could’ve handled her,” Wendy retorted.

Walking outside and onto the playing field, they saw that the new middle-school girls were there, applicants waiting and hoping for a chance to join the cheerleading squad. Jill, Wendy, and Tracy seated themselves in the front row of the bleachers, then watched as each girl went through the dance moves. Once a girl was done, the three of them would have a quick conference, then announce a decision, accepting some girls and rejecting others.

“Next!” Wendy yelled.

A small, chubby fifth-grade girl hesitantly stepped up, clearly very nervous. All three snickered at her. “What the hell are you?! You actually think you can be a cheerleader?!” Tracy chortled.

“Get out of here, you fat pig!” Wendy told her, and their snickering became outright laughter as the girl slowly walked away, her lips quivering, shoulders slumped.

The rest of the day went by and during lunch, as the three walked over to their table, Wendy stopped at the fifth-graders’ table in front of the chubby girl they’d made fun of earlier. Glaring down at her lunch, Wendy exclaimed, “No wonder you’re so fat, you pig!” The other fifth-graders burst out laughing at this remark, and the three walked on.

As they seated themselves, Jill glanced over at the fifth-grader, sitting alone at her table. A few of the other fifth-graders were still snickering, and one of them mockingly called out her name. Linda. She watched as Linda then abruptly got up and quickly left the cafeteria. She frowned at this.

Tracy saw the frown. “What’s with you?”

Jill turned to Wendy and Tracy. “You didn’t have to be that mean to her.”

Wendy’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you care? She’s nobody.”

***

That afternoon as school let out and Jill was about to walk home, she happened to glance up the sidewalk and saw Linda slowly walking home, her head hanging down, shoulders quivering. Jill was sure she was crying.

She sighed. It’s just part of being popular, she told herself, making fun of other kids. But Wendy’s just being nasty, and Tracy’s totally following her lead. 

Then Jill had a thought that made her shiver. Am I any better than they are? After all, I laughed at that girl and called her names, too! I helped make her cry. Suddenly, she felt sick inside.

Jill trudged home, feeling numb with guilt. I don’t want to be a mean person, she thought. I don’t! I should tell Wendy and Tracy to lay off, leave this girl alone. 

***

Linda slowly walked home to the trailer park. Picking her way along the littered dirt path leading to the cramped trailer that she lived in, she slowly opened the door and peered anxiously inside, only to see her mom passed out on the couch. Her clothes were filthy, and her body reeked of going for several days without bathing. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stood on the table beside her. The drink which caused her mother to be such an ugly, hateful person. Tiptoeing quietly, Linda took the bottle, then turned towards the bathroom to pour it out.

“What d’ya think yeeer doing?!” a drunken slur sounded behind her.

Linda turned around, paling in fright as she clutched the bottle against her chest, “It’s b-bad for you, Mama.” As she watched her mother rise up and stagger towards her, Linda began to tremble violently. “It makes you mean.”

But her pleas were ignored as her mother snatched the bottle out of Linda’s hand, shoving her to the floor. “Didn’t I tell you what I’d do if you ever touched my shit?!” Her mother picked up a belt that was draped over the back of a chair.

Linda tried to get up, her voice coming out in stutters, “I-I-I want to help y-y-you, Mama.”

“I don’t need your help,” her mother sneered menacingly, raising the belt.

***

The next day, Wendy and Tracy continued to torment Linda in the hall, calling her Piggy. Jill considered asking them to let the girl be, but then backed down, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her friends’ venom.

When the bell rang for lunch, instead of accompanying Wendy and Tracy to the cafeteria, as usual, Jill said she wasn’t hungry and went outside, not wanting to be with them. She slowly strolled along the sidewalk, watching the other middle-school kids at recess. Following the walkway around the perimeter of the yard, she approached the equipment shed, pausing when she heard a sniffling sound coming from behind it.

Quietly walking to the back corner, she peeked around and, to her surprise, saw the fifth-grade girl from yesterday, hunkered down against the shed, bent over and sobbing. Her face was hidden by her arms, her body slightly shuddering.

Jill watched her sorrowfully, not knowing what to do, then Linda glanced up and spied her. Eyes widening in dread, she gasped quietly in her sobbing voice, “P-please don’t hurt me anymore.”

For a moment, Jill stood there stunned, then said quietly, “Linda…”

“Please, g-go away,” Linda’s voice choked through the tears.

There was nothing else Jill could say. Hearing the agony in this little ten-year-old girl’s voice, it was only then that Jill finally saw what she and her friends had become. As quietly as she came, she departed, numb with shame and pondering on what to do about it.

***

The last class of the day had just ended. Jill had just closed her locker and stepped into the bathroom when she saw Tracy cornering Linda. The little girl’s face had terror written all over it. She tried to escape, but Tracy blocked her way.

In disbelief, Jill asked, “What’s going on?”

Tracy laughed, “Having a little fun with Piggy. See how stringy her hair is? We’re gonna wash it for her… in the toilet, that is!”

“No,” Jill said, shaking her head. “You’re not doing that. This is going too far.”

Wendy stepped in front of her, locking her eyes on Jill, “What’s your problem?! Why are you sticking up for this little cunt?”

Jill glanced at Linda’s frightened face, then back at Wendy. “This isn’t funny!”

Tracy came over as Wendy lowered her tone menacingly, “I’m not trying to be funny.”

“But… why?” Jill cried. “What did she ever do to you?”

Wendy rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God.” Then, speaking as if to a child, she said, “Look, Jill. We make the rules. It’s our school, not hers. This little pig… she’s beneath us. We run the world, she,” Wendy jerked a thumb at the cowering Linda, “scrubs the fucking floors, and it’s our job to make sure she never forgets that. It’s the way high school works. It’s the way life works.”

“So you need to ask yourself,” Tracy added, now holding tightly to Linda’s arm, “which side you’re on, Jill. With us, or with her.” She punctuated the last word with a careless slap to the whimpering girl’s cheek. “Shut it, fatty!”

For the first time in all the years that she’d known Wendy, Jill looked into her eyes and felt fear at what she saw. Then she stared at Linda, struck by the terrified, pleading look the little girl gave her…

….and she shoved Wendy hard, causing her to stumble backward, careening into Tracy. The two of them fell to the ground in a heap. Jill seized Linda’s hand and ran out of the locker room. Quickly running through the gym and into the hall, Jill’s mind raced in utter panic, trying to work out what she should do. Not wanting to confront Tracy or Wendy at their lockers, Jill decided to take Linda home and then go home herself.

Still clutching the younger girl by the hand, Jill led her to the street, moving in the direction that she saw Linda going in on the previous day. When they came to an intersection, Jill stopped and they rested.

“Are you all right?” she asked Linda, who was wide-eyed and breathing hard. The girl didn’t respond, apparently still in shock over what had just happened. Jill touched her arm, getting her attention. “I’m going to take you home, okay?” Linda nodded. “Where do you live?”

Linda pointed down the street. They headed in that direction and, upon coming to another intersection, Jill saw Linda turn to the right, so she followed the younger girl down that street till she saw Linda stop in front of a small, run-down trailer. Neither of them had spoken a word for the last few minutes; now, they looked at each other.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jill mumbled quietly before walking off. As she came to the corner of the street and was about to head home herself, Jill turned to look back and was surprised to see the little girl still standing in the same spot, watching her.

On her way home, Jill reflected on what had happened. They were just having some fun with Linda when she’d turned up at the cheerleader tryouts. She never meant for things to spin so wildly out of control, and certainly didn’t expect Wendy to go as far as she had. And that’s what scared her — because Jill knew that going against her friends in such a drastic way had landed herself squarely on the outside with Linda. Now Wendy would be going after her as well.

That night, she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how everything had gone so wrong so suddenly, and what she should do about it.

***

The next morning, Jill left her house early. Coming to the parking lot of the school, she waited, watching for Linda. Eventually, Jill saw the girl slowly walking towards the school and approached her. When Linda saw Jill, she paused in mid-step, wondering what was going on.

“Hi,” Jill addressed her somberly. “ I was, uh… going to walk you inside to make sure nobody bothered you.”

Linda followed silently as they walked towards the building and inside. Neither spoke as they headed for Linda’s locker. Jill saw that the girl looked really nervous, and couldn’t blame her.

As Jill kept her eyes open for any signs of Wendy or Tracy, she heard Linda’s small, confused voice, “Why are you doing this?”

Jill said quietly, “I’m trying to do the right thing.” They stopped at Linda’s locker and Jill, suddenly unable to meet the younger girl’s gaze, stared down at her shoes. “I want to apologize. I’m not asking you to accept it, because I’ll never be able to undo what I did. I don’t know why I was mean to you. I — I don’t know who I was, but I’m trying to be a better person. All I know is that I don’t want to just say ‘I’m sorry’ and leave it at that. I want to be your friend, to try and make up for everything.”

For a moment, Linda just looked at her, then gathered her books for first period and headed to class. Jill followed alongside, escorting her to class, glaring at any of the other kids who tried to say or do anything.

After Linda stepped inside her classroom, Jill went to her own locker, expecting to see Wendy and Tracy there, but they weren’t. Surprised but still expecting something, she cautiously approached her locker and her face fell when she saw what was written on it in permanent ink, so it couldn’t be easily cleaned off. It read, PIGGY’S LOVER.

So it begins, Jill sadly thought. How the mighty have fallen.

“Honestly, I don’t know how some people can love pigs,” Wendy’s voice sounded behind her.

“Pigs love to live in filth,” Tracy responded. Turning around, she saw Wendy, Tracy, and half a dozen other cheerleaders walking past, looking at her disdainfully.

At lunchtime, avoiding her usual table, she carried her lunch tray along, scanning the room for Linda. She spied the girl, sitting at a table by herself, and walked over. As she set her tray down, Linda looked up at her in disbelief.

Jill sat down and picked at her food nervously, taking a few bites. Noticing that Linda only had a piece of celery, Jill asked, “Where’s your lunch?”

“I… I’m trying to lose weight,” Linda replied quietly.

Jill winced. “Please, Linda, forget those awful things we said. Be yourself.” She handed Linda her slice of pizza, “Here.”

Linda looked at Jill. “B-but it’s your lunch.”

“Please eat it,” Jill encouraged her. Linda hesitantly took a bite.

While they ate, Jill noticed many of the other high schoolers watching them and whispering among themselves. She knew what they were saying and thought it really hurt, this was the right thing to do.

***

After school, Jill quickly gathered her things and went to Linda’s locker, reaching it just as the girl was about to leave. “Hi, uh…I wanted to make sure that nobody bothered you on the way home.”

Linda’s mournful face brightened a bit — and it struck Jill that this sad little girl had a nice smile. In fact, despite being slightly overweight, she was actually sort of cute.

They exited the school and set off. After walking in silence for a while, Jill asked, “So… what do you like to do?” Linda looked at her questioningly. “I mean, do you have any hobbies that you like?”

“Why?” Linda replied in her small voice.

“I want to get to know you. See what you’re like.”

Linda thought for a bit, then quietly replied, “I like to draw.”

“Oh? What do you draw?”

Another quiet reply, “Animals.”

“Okay, what kinds of movies do you like?”

“I don’t know. We really haven’t seen any movies.”

“Who’s we?” Jill asked.

“Me and my sister.”

“What else do you like to do besides draw?”

“I collect rocks.”

“Rocks?”

“Not regular rocks. Special ones. Like crystals.”

Their conversation continued along similar lines, with Jill asking questions and Linda answering. Jill soon decided that this shy young girl was more interesting than she first appeared to be.

When they arrived at Linda’s trailer, Jill told her, “Well, bye. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Linda replied. And for the first time, she smiled.

Jill smiled back and, with a friendly wave, turned to head back to her own house. At the corner, she turned and glanced back. Linda was watching her, just like she had on the previous day. Jill waved again, and Linda did the same.

***

Friday, the last day of the week. Normally, Jill would have been making plans with Wendy and Tracy for the weekend, but things were different now. And it wasn’t just Wendy and Tracy. A lot of people who she thought were her friends had turned against her. She was an outcast, just like Linda, which made Jill want to be her friend all the more.

That day went the same as the one before. Jill ignored the comments and mocking glances and ate with Linda again. When school let out, they walked home together.

“Do you have any plans for this weekend?” Jill asked. Linda shook her head. “What do you do for fun?”

The ten-year-old shrugged. “Play with my sister.”

“Don’t you go anywhere, like the mall?”

“Mama won’t let us,” Linda answered.

As they walked, Linda suddenly stooped to pick up a rock. As she studied it, Jill looked at it too, asking, “Are you going to keep it for your collection?” Linda nodded. “How many rocks do you have?”

“About…” Linda thought for a while then said, “…twenty.”

“I’d like to see them,” Jill remarked as they approached Linda’s home.

Linda looked at her with a confused look, “You want to see… my rocks?”

“Sure. Is that okay?”

“They’re nothing special. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Linda thought for a bit. “Mama won’t be home till later, so I guess it’s okay if you come in.”

When they reached the trailer, Linda opened the door, letting them both in. Jill immediately noticed a stark difference between her home and Linda’s. Whereas Jill’s family was well-off and lived in a clean, elegant home, Linda’s was the complete opposite. Following her through the cluttered, dirty living room, they came to a tiny space, not much larger than a closet, that turned out to be Linda’s bedroom.

Taking out a small shoebox, Linda placed it on the bed. Jill looked at the several small rocks as Linda picked up a particular one. “This is my favorite.”

Jill studied the quartz crystal with interest. “That’s really cool.”

“You really think so? You’re not just saying that?”

“Yeah. I really like it.”

Suddenly, Jill heard a small squeak behind her. Turning around, she spied a little girl peeking around the corner at her. “This is my sister, Emma.” Linda motioned to the girl to come in. The girl entered, staring at Jill in awe. “Emma, this is Jill.”

“Hi,” Jill greeted her, but no reply came from the little girl. “Hello?” she tried again, to no avail.

“She doesn’t talk much around strangers,” Linda explained.

Jill looked around at Linda’s sparsely decorated room. There were a few drawings hanging on the wall, which were quite good. As Jill looked at them, Linda told her a little something about each one.

Suddenly, the little girl Emma spoke up. “How old are you?”

Jill turned in surprise. “Seventeen.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “I’m eight,” she said.

Jill heard the front door open and saw Linda and Emma become wide-eyed with alarm. Linda raced over to the window, quickly raising it and quietly motioning for Jill to crawl out. Confused, but stirred by the younger girls’ urgency, Jill did as her new friend said, with Linda whispering, “Meet me by those trees,” pointing to a nearby grove as Jill’s feet hit the ground.

Jill hurried over to the stand of trees and waited, wondering what was going on. A couple of minutes later, Linda and Emma emerged from the trailer, both girls running towards her.

“Sorry about that,” Linda said when she reached Jill, slightly out of breath. “I’m not supposed to have anyone inside.”

“C’mon! You can see our secret place,” cried Emma. She took Jill’s hand, pulling her along.

Amused by the little girl’s excitement, Jill let herself be led through the grove until they came to a cluster of three trees growing together. A ramshackle collection of plywood, boards and other junk was heaped together into some sort of structure. Emma pulled open a door and walked in, and Jill followed with Linda close behind.

Inside the cobbled-together room, there was a queen-size mattress, a table, some books, some games and a few toys. Everything looked as if it had been found on the side of the road.

“Me and Emma built this ourselves,” Linda said.

“So we can hide from Mama,” Emma piped in.

“Emma!” Linda shushed her.

Emma went over to the table and pointed, “See, we got checkers and Momo-poly.”

“Monopoly,” Linda corrected her.

“That’s what I said.” Opening the Monopoly box, she asked hopefully, “D’ya wanna play? It’s really fun.”

Jill smiled at her enthusiasm, “Okay.” As Emma eagerly set the board up, Jill turned to Linda, “What else do you guys do for fun?”

Linda shrugged. “Just whatever.”

“Do you ever go anywhere?”

Linda thought, then said, “There was an art museum that my class went to earlier this year. I really liked it, but we weren’t able to see everything.”

“Where was it?”

“Our teacher said it was at the university.”

Jill thought out loud, “Art museum at the university… hmm, that must be the Blanton Art Museum at UT. Want to go there tomorrow?”

Linda looked at her, stunned, “What?”

“Would you like to go? I could drive us there.”

“Really?! Oh, that would be so awesome. You’d really do that?”

“Of course.”

Emma asked, “Can I come?”

Jill grinned at her. “Sure you can.”

Emma finished setting up the Monopoly game, then, then they played for a while. After an hour, Jill told them, “I need to go home now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t come to the door, okay?” Linda said. “Just knock on my window.”

“Okay,” Jill replied, frowning slightly at the odd request. “Bye, then.”

“Bye,” the younger girls replied, and Jill opened the door and took her leave. She set off for home, but upon reaching the street, looked back to see Linda watching her. Jill waved, and Linda waved back, wearing a huge smile.

***

On Saturday when Jill awakened, she briefly thought about how different today was going to be without her old friends, but quickly pushed that aside, looking forward to spending the day with her new friends.

It’s funny how much I’ve come to like Linda, she mused. There’s something so real about her, compared to the girls I used to hang out with. She’s a sweet kid, too — guess I forgot what it’s like to spend time with someone who’s actually nice. And I love her smile… makes me wonder why we and my idiot friends treated her like she was ugly. She isn’t, not at all.

Finally, she got up and fixed breakfast, wondering what else she and the girls could do after the museum. Remembering that there was also a science museum at UT, she decided that Linda would especially enjoy it because of the gem and mineral collection inside.

After breakfast, Jill showered and got dressed, then borrowed her mom’s car and drove over to Linda’s trailer. Going over to the window, she knocked softly. Seconds later, the curtain whisked back and Emma’s face appeared, breaking into a big grin. Linda appeared beside her and pulled up the window, putting a finger to her lips like she did yesterday. First Emma carefully crawled out, then Linda, and then they got into Jill’s car and drove off.

Their outing was a huge success. The girls really enjoyed both museums, and Linda was so happy that Jill found her delight to be positively contagious. As they ate lunch at a nearby restaurant, Jill asked, “Hey, what do you think about spending the night at my house?”

“I — I can’t,” Linda replied sadly.

“Well… what if I spend the night at your place, in that little shack you built? I could bring my sleeping bag. It’s big enough to hold all of us.”

Emma’s eyes lit up, “Oh, that would be so cool.”

“I’d love to,” Linda replied, her eyes sparkling.

Once again, Jill found herself dwelling on this little girl’s pretty face.

***

That night, Jill grabbed her sleeping bag and told her parents that she was going to spend the night camping in the backyard of a friend. Walking through the streets until she arrived at Linda’s trailer, she met her friend just outside. Together, they went to the little handmade bungalow, where Emma was already setting up the Monopoly game.

After they played for a while, Emma unrolled the sleeping bag and crawled inside. “This is so cool!” she exclaimed.

Jill took off her pants and reached under her shirt to pull off her bra, then got in beside Emma. Linda joined them without undressing. It was snug, but they were all able to fit inside.

“You’re going to sleep in your clothes?” Jill asked.

“Yeah,” was all Linda said. She seemed reluctant to undress. For some reason, that bothered Jill. What’s she being all shy about? she wondered but didn’t comment.

After a minute of lying quietly, Emma asked, “Can you sing the bird song, Linda?”

As Emma lay facing away from her sister, Linda rubbed her back and, to Jill’s surprise, began to sing in a gentle voice.

Early each day to the steps of St Paul’s, the little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way, to the people she calls, ‘Come buy my bags full of crumbs.’
Come feed the little birds. Show them you care and you’ll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry. Their nests are so bare. All it takes is tuppence from you…

Jill listened, spellbound as the song drew her in and held her. By the time Linda had finished,  Emma was sound asleep. Linda rolled over to face Jill, smiling sheepishly.

“That was beautiful,” Jill whispered, not wanting to wake Emma.

“Sometimes when she can’t fall asleep, I sing to her. I — I’ve never sang in front of anyone else, though.” Linda giggled nervously.

“I liked it.”

They talked quietly until Linda too grew tired and drifted off. Jill closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, but was unable to. No matter what she did, she couldn’t relax enough to feel tired, and she knew why. She was feeling aroused in a big way, and knew what she needed to do to satisfy this bothersome itch.

Glancing at Linda beside her to make sure the girl really was asleep, Jill carefully slid a hand into her panties. Slipping two fingers inside while rubbing her clit with her thumb, she slowly but firmly began to move them in and out.

Jill soon realized that she wanted to look at Linda as she masturbated. Her breathing quickly became heavier as she gazed at the little girl lying peacefully beside her. Her rubbing became more frantic, then she suddenly found relief, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out loud.

Now out of breath and tingling all over, Jill withdrew her hand from her wet panties and relaxed. She continued to stare at Linda, wondering how this little girl could have such an effect on her. It wasn’t as if Linda was some hot, gorgeous babe. Not that Jill had ever been attracted to another girl before. And she was so young, only ten.

Jill didn’t know what to make of these feelings. They confused her.

***

The next morning, Jill opened her eyes and, for a second, wondered where she was. Seeing Linda sleeping beside her, she remembered. With a troubled sigh, she mused about what happened last night. Jill had always thought of herself as straight, but she could no longer deny that there was something about this little girl that turned her on.

Reaching out, she gently took Linda’s hand in hers. She didn’t intend to wake Linda up, but then the ten-year-old’s eyes fluttered open.

Linda looked at her hand in Jill’s. Not knowing what else to say, Jill murmured, “Is this okay?” giving Linda’s hand a little squeeze.

Linda paused then replied, “Yeah,” breaking into a smile.

“Mmmm, I’m starving. What have you got for breakfast?” Jill asked.

The little girl’s smile vanished. “Um… I don’t know. I’ll go and see.”

Sensing potential trouble, Jill quickly said, “That’s okay. I’ll take us to McDonald’s. My treat.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. Me and Emma…”

“I want to.”

Linda sighed, then nodded, “Thank you.”

They talked for a while, and when Emma woke up, they got dressed and went to McDonald’s for breakfast. Afterward, Jill took the girls to The Thinkery, a children’s science museum that Jill knew Linda would enjoy. All the while, Jill kept thinking about how much she enjoyed being with this girl… and what it would be like to kiss her.

On to Chapter Two!