Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By kinkychic (the idea from kinkys_sis)

I really hadn’t wanted to move away from home but had little say in the matter. Mum did say that she’d considered my feelings, but in the end, she made a decision, and there we were.

What really hurt was leaving my school, losing my friends but above all, moving away from my girlfriend. Mum didn’t understand that two thirteen-year-old girls could be in love. She had eventually, but reluctantly accepted that we were an item. Maybe that was part of her reason for moving; she didn’t approve, not one little bit.

Completely unexpectedly, a great aunt had left Mum a whole load of money, I don’t know how much exactly, but it let her fulfill a lifelong dream of having a ‘chocolate box’ cottage in the country.

I knew the place was beautiful. The term ‘cottage’ tends to imply something small, but this was anything but. The original building was at least three or four hundred years old, nobody quite knew for sure. All sorts of bits had been added on over the years, making it a warren of passages and rooms, even dark cobwebby cellars. On the very first day, I discovered a hidden panel that revealed steps leading down into a strange little room. I guessed there might be others. At least I had plenty to occupy myself.

God knows how thick some of the walls were, but in some parts, they were certainly over two or three feet. Great big dark oak beams seemed to overpower some rooms, yet everything seemed to have been done with careful thought. The overall result was breathtaking.

The gardens, although somewhat overgrown and neglected, were or had been just as stunning. Someone had gone to a great deal of trouble to create little hidden grottoes among the shrubs and flowers, accessed by archways all smothered in flowering climbers.

My bedroom, built into the attic, overlooked the rear of the property. My window had a seat built into the thick wall. Its comfy cushions had already made it my favourite spot, one where I could just sit and gaze out the window.

It had been a long, hard day. I knew I should be in bed, but I wanted to see the moonbeams shine as they penetrated the shadowy areas of the garden.

I was half dozing when something made me sit up and put my face to the glass. Was it my imagination, or had I seen something moving, like a little twinkling spark among the bushes?

As hard as I stared, I saw nothing, all was quiet. I swung my legs down and began to turn away. There! Just for a moment, I spied something out of the corner of my eye. I turned back to the window, but once more there was nothing to be seen.

I decided it must be me, I was far too tired and really should be in bed asleep.

I had a bad night. I ought to have slept like a log but instead, fleeting images would start to appear in my mind, half-waking me. As soon as I tried to concentrate on them though, they faded away.

“You look tired this morning, Bee. Didn’t you sleep well, or did you stay up too late?” my mother asked.

“Oh, I’m okay. I guess it’s just being in a strange place for the first time… but then I don’t have that much to do today, so it’s all cool.”

Mum tutted at my grammar, then got on with making breakfast.

I was thinking about the garden, and what I had or maybe hadn’t seen last night. I wanted to go out there to see if I could find any traces of whatever had drawn my attention.

I searched and searched but didn’t find anything that might help explain what I imagined I’d seen. Staring up at my window, I tried to work out exactly where I might have been looking. I think I narrowed down the area, but was still none the wiser.

I went to sit on the small seat in one of the little grottoes. Looking down, I saw a tiny bunch of flowers lying at my feet. Unconsciously, I picked them up as I sat, still deep in thought but getting nowhere.

I glanced at the flowers, then suddenly sat up straight and looked closer. The flowers were tied together by some small pliable plant stem, a neat little bow at the front. The whole thing was so delicately put together that I couldn’t begin to imagine how it had been done.

Suddenly I felt as if I was being watched. I spun around, searching with my eyes. I looked everywhere but just as before, there was nothing to be seen.

I was a bit frightened, but then I looked at the flowers in my hand and something told me that there was nothing to be scared of.

“Who are you… where are you?” I said in a very quiet voice. Silence greeted me, only the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the buzz of the bees collecting pollen. I waited for an age, but nothing stirred. I saw my small posy of flowers were wilting, and knew that I needed to put them in water.

That evening, I was back at my post in the window alcove. It was a bit cloudy and overcast, much darker than the night before. The moon burst between two clouds, the grotto caught the light and there was the twinkle. I could clearly see it move, then stop in one place. It must be on the small bench seat, I decided.

I made my way downstairs, quietly letting myself out. I did my best to creep carefully towards the grotto. I peered through the arch — nothing! I’d really expected to see something, too.

I walked to the seat, then my heart skipped. Another bunch of flowers, just like the first one, neatly tied with a bow. I knew they were for me, but why? What was the point if whoever left them wouldn’t show themselves?

I brought the flowers to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was divine. I breathed deeper, taking it in. A strange feeling crept over me. I felt kind of woozy, my skin tingled, then I could hear every little sound in the air.

I closed my eyes and listened, still breathing in the delightful aroma coming from my flowers.

Could I hear words, or was it just the natural noises of the garden? I concentrated harder. Yes! I could begin to make out something. I thought I heard ‘pretty’, just the merest whisper. I tried to hone in on the sound, then I clearly heard, ‘beautiful little girl’.

My eyes snapped open, then instantly everything began to spin and I was falling. The last thing I saw was a small cloud of sparkling lights before the ground was rushing up to meet me.

I‘d thought it was going to hurt, but all of a sudden, my weight disappeared and I was floating down to the ground.

I was aware, yet not aware of gentle hands caressing my face. Soft lips brushed over mine, then a tiny voice spoke. “I’m sorry, I gave you too much. Now rest awhile. and you will be fine.”

Once more, I felt those lips, followed by the lightest of caresses to my breasts. Then came a tingle, one that slowly grew in intensity, that familiar I get when someone plays with my pussy.

When I became aware once more, my eyes snapped open. I glanced between my legs, quite sure that I would find someone there. But there was no one, just my legs spread quite wide. It hadn’t been my own hands, they were clutched together and resting on my tummy.

Slowly reaching down, I felt the front of my panties. They were quite wet; someone had brought me very close to an orgasm.

Feeling somewhat dazed from the experience, I made my way back to my room. After undressing, I collapsed on my bed, still holding the bouquet. I stared at them, remembering their smell. Was it possible? Did these flowers produce some drug that got me all worked up?

I brought them back to my nose. The scent wasn’t quite as strong now, but still there. I closed my eyes and breathed it in. At first, there was nothing much, just a pleasant feeling, but I gradually felt the tingle again. I inhaled deeply, absorbing the cloying smell into my senses.

I was only vaguely aware of my legs parting. I wanted to open my eyes, but something told me that I mustn’t; it would make everything disappear.

Like before, I felt the lightest of tickling touches on my breasts. It was a shock when I realised that at the same time, something was caressing my tummy, my thighs and the area around my pussy. I was being touched in a dozen places all at once. It was the most beautiful sensation I’d ever experienced.

At the rate my body was responding, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I got to a climax.

The soft caresses of my clit were especially amazing. It wasn’t done by fingers or lips… but something else, something wonderful. Then I felt something pushing into me. It seemed to be tiny, yet the feelings were immense. My pussy was on fire!

I was struggling to breathe, my whole body coiled like a spring waiting to snap. There was a tickle at my ear, then I heard, “Relax, little one, you’ll be fine, we only want to love you. Now breathe.”

The constriction in my chest suddenly disappeared. I gasped in a deep breath, then basked in the bliss of my approaching orgasm.

It came like an express train, a huge train, all-powerful. I heard tiny little laughs and giggles, then I was coming. Coming like I could never have imagined. My mind perceived every little sensation as I was lifted higher, ever higher, on and on and on.

My breathing slowly calmed and I felt my eyelids begin to flutter before the lightest of touches held them closed. That beautiful tiny voice seemed to whisper in my head, “No, don’t try and look. It takes time, but you will see us when the moment is right. Now sleep, little one.”

I woke with a start. The dream had been so real, so utterly wonderful – how was such a thing possible? I felt weak and drained, just like when I masturbated too hard, for too long. Shit! I had come, I knew that much – my thighs and my pussy were soaked.

Slowly, I sat up and looked around. Everything seemed normal until I saw the flowers. Several small bunches, all tied neatly with a bow. On the window sill, on my dressing table, even two on my pillow. The scent filled my room. My whole body tingled in something like an almost constant state of arousal.

Going over to the window, I pushed it open and stared down at my grotto, but all was quiet.

Not knowing what else to do, I laid down on my bed. I knew I should get some sleep, but my mind wouldn’t stop wondering about what had happened. This was way beyond my understanding, I knew it was impossible, and yet… it had happened, I hadn’t imagined any of this.

I remembered the words, You will see us when the time is right. What did they mean? I had no idea, but I did find myself in an incredibly happy mood; not the least bit concerned or unsettled.

The next morning, like before, there was another little bunch of flowers on what I now called ‘my seat’. I bent to pick them up and saw faint words etched in the damp dew on the bench. They read, ‘We love you.’

I wandered about the garden, looking here and there. Where did these mysterious beings live? Even more importantly, what were they, who were they? I found no answers, but somehow it didn’t worry me.

Without thinking, I put the flowers to my nose again, and in seconds I was tingling all over. Oh my God. They were like a drug, a sex drug that caused instant arousal in the user. I was deep into the heart of the garden, hidden from the cottage. I held tightly to the post as I breathed in that heady aroma, screwing my eyes tightly closed. With each breath, my pussy glowed more brightly, I had no need to touch myself. My clit was vibrating all on its own.

My legs began to shake, it had only taken about a minute and I was coming right where I stood. It was beyond my power of description, I didn’t have the words. I gripped the post as, bending at the waist, I let myself go completely. The orgasm washed through me, so intense, so very beautiful.

This was crazy. I couldn’t keep coming like this, I’d wear myself out in no time. And yet, it was so bloody good.

After lunch, I decided to explore. I fetched a torch before I opened the secret panel. Steps led down into the darkness. I switched on the torch, then pulled the panel closed behind me.

Carefully, I made my way down. It wasn’t too far before I found myself in a small room. There were very old plaques hanging on the wall, and closer inspection told me that they were religious. Of course they were, there was a crucifix hanging in between them. There was a small cot and one chair to one side of the room. I could see that these things were very old.

I realised that this must have been an old priest hidey-hole, back from the days of religious persecution. Clearly, though, no one had been down there for many years.

Then I saw another tiny bunch of flowers, lying on the floor by a wall. I bent to pick them up; what were they doing there? There had to be a reason.

I studied the wall, which was panelled with wooden squares. I pressed the one next to where the flowers had been – nothing happened. I pressed one square after another, as many as I could reach – still nothing.

Then I saw a small metal hole in the upper corner of one of the squares. I pulled a hair grip from my head, but it was too big to fit. With a bit of struggle, I bent it into one straight line, then it just fitted. I pressed it in until it wouldn’t go any deeper, then applied a bit more pressure. There was a click, and the door swung open on a spring.

Shining my torch inside, I saw a small, dark tunnel. I couldn’t imagine what the tunnel was for – it was so small, hardly big enough for a mouse.

I sat on the floor, feeling quite deflated. I’d solved the way in, but for what?

I picked up the new bunch of flowers and brought them to my nose. Like before, they smelled wonderful, Breathing in, I closed my eyes.

Suddenly everything started to spin, and my head bumped the wall as I fell onto my side.

I felt strange in a way I couldn’t explain, but at least the dizziness had gone. I opened my eyes, then almost screamed. Now the tunnel was right in front of me, and I was lying in the entrance.

Looking back over my shoulder, I thought I’d lost my mind. The room was huge, the bed and chair towering over me. The torch lay next to me, but it was more than three times my height. I was tiny.

Slowly, I picked myself up and walked into the tunnel. The first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t as dark in there as I thought it would be. There was a glow which appeared to get brighter, further in.

Did I dare to go in there? Now I realised that those flowers had been there for a reason, I was expected. I inched forward, my hand touching the wall. The light did get brighter and now I could hear a sound. In fact several sounds, voices engaged in excited chatter.

I came to an abrupt stop as a vision appeared in front of me, silhouetted in the light coming from behind. As my eyes adjusted, my view of the girl – was it a girl? – became clearer.

I gasped as she drew closer. Never had I seen anyone quite so beautiful. And yet it was a strange kind of beauty. Her cheekbones were set high, her eyes wider than normal. Then, when she moved her head, I saw her ears.

My hand flew to my mouth, I tried to speak, but no words would come, I’d only ever seen ears like hers in children’s books. They were elves’ ears.

She was completely naked, with an utterly flawless body. I tried to judge her age, but it was impossible. She could have been anywhere between twelve and thirty.

I didn’t know where to look. Her face mesmerised me, but her body drew me nearer. She exuded sex.

Then she smiled, and my heart melted, “You came, we knew you would. Come in, come into our world, we’ve been waiting.” She offered her hand to me, and I reached out to her until our fingers touched.

It was as if a jolt of energy went through me. My nipples grew, my pussy juiced like mad and my clit throbbed. My mind was filled with desire, a totally wanton desire.

As I extended my free hand to touch the girl’s face, I saw the sparkle in her eyes – was that the same light I’d seen in the garden? Then I brushed her cheek with my fingers, and the feelings I was having surged at the contact, until I was about to lose control.

The girl smiled. “You see, you can feel it. We’ve already loved you, and now you can love us in return. We don’t often let humans into our world, but we felt you were special. You sensed our presence so quickly.”

I practically fell into her arms when she opened them to me, and we embraced. It wasn’t just a case of two bodies coming together, it was as if we’d melted and then blended into one being. It was only then that I realised I was as naked as the girl – my clothes had vanished.

Without a second thought, I claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. As her tongue danced with mine, I heard her speak to me. “I’ve waited for you, Bee. We knew you would come, just not when.”

“I never told you my name… how do you know it?” I said – only somehow, we were still kissing.

“Are you actually speaking now, Bee? You’re not, are you? And yet we can communicate. I know everything about you.”

“You keep changing from I to we,” I told her, “but I only see you. Yet last night, I saw several lights in the garden. And later, I felt the presence of many others, not just you. How is that possible?”

“It is complicated and difficult to explain. Instead, close your eyes and let me show you.”

I felt, or maybe just sensed the slightest touch, I thought I heard a rustle, then something very light seemed to enfold me. It was like being enfolded in a layer of the finest silk.

My skin came alive with wonderful sensations – one moment here, then there, then everywhere. It was like a thousand touches. I was filled with joy, and nothing else mattered but to give myself to this… my lover.

I could taste the nectar from between her legs, touch every part of her body and yet… my lips never left hers, my arms never dropped from her neck.

Never had I been so aware of my sexual feelings. It was like pure animal lust, an immense craving to fuck and be fucked.

I could feel the girl’s happiness flow through me, and knew that her craving was just as strong as my own. It was that feeling of complete surrender to sexual pleasure, two bodies as one, totally absorbed in the search for that ultimate goal.

Somehow, my clit had become the centre of my being, pulsing and radiating feelings that surged through every bit of me. The interior of my dripping pussy was being assaulted in the most wonderful way. The star of my anus was alive with sensations. It was utter rapture, too beautiful to capture in mere words.

Again, her thoughts came to me. “Now we have reached that ultimate togetherness, we are as one and ready for release. Let your mind float with mine… feel the joy with me, Bee.”

It was how I imagined a junkie must feel, floating high in some ethereal place. But at the same time, I was experiencing the absolute height of sexual ecstasy. Somewhere in the midst of all that, my climax came. Not hard and fast from out of the blue, though. More like a slow climb, up and up. forever up.

I reached a plateau where orgasm after orgasm swept through me, one feeding into the next. Would it ever end? I didn’t want it to, I fought to keep the pleasure going.

That sweet voice penetrated my mind. “Enough, little one… come back down before you harm yourself.”

Giving in, I slowly relaxed, basking in my new lover’s comforting warmth. After a while, I forced my eyes to open.

Perhaps I should have been shocked, but somehow, I wasn’t. Translucent wings were wrapped around my body, completely enfolding me. It was from these that the thousand touches had come.

The girl’s elfin face seemed to shimmer, as if it wasn’t quite in focus. I stared into her eyes, those strange yet beautiful eyes.

Finally, I spoke. “You call me ‘Little One’, and yet you don’t look any older than I am. Why is that?”

She laughed. “How old do you think I am? For that matter, what is age? I am whatever you want me to be. I can only answer you by saying I was here before this dwelling above us was built. This is my land, and always has been. In the way that you think of time, I have lived here longer than you can imagine. For us, it is different. I do not count time.” She smiled at me. “Well, perhaps I do… when I spend it with someone like you.”

Her gaze seemed to penetrate my soul, bathing me in love. Perhaps I ought to have been a little scared, but I wasn’t. Instead, it felt like I was in heaven.

“You rest now, and I will see you again soon. You can watch me play at night, if you like. I may leave some flowers for you, but not too often. They are powerful, and I would not wish to hurt you. Now sleep.”

An instant later, I was doing exactly that.

Upon awakening, I wondered for a second where I was, then the memory of it all came flooding back. The floor was hard and I ached a little, and yet I felt so alive, so happy. I stretched, relaxing my aches away.

I opened my eyes, then sat up with a start when I realised that the room was pitch black. Fumbling about, I managed to find my torch, switched it on and looked about. The panel! It was closed, but my hair grip still protruded from the hole in the wall, I pulled it free and stared at it, knowing that I now held the key to my wildest fantasies.

I got to my feet on rather wobbly legs, knowing without a doubt that what I’d experienced hadn’t been a dream. Besides my sticky inner thighs, I also had that feeling of euphoria that only comes after an intense orgasm.

I let myself out of the priest hole. Everything was quiet as I crept back to my room. I was surprised that it was still daylight, half expecting it to be night time. My bedside clock told me that I’d been gone for barely half an hour.

I stripped off my clothes and stood naked in front of my mirror. My slit was wet to the touch – wet and sticky, just as if everything had happened minutes ago. More than that, my body still tingled.

Wanting a shower, I reached for my robe, then saw the little bunch of flowers on my pillow. I dared not pick them up… not just yet, anyway.

The End

by Kinkys_sis

I sat in the garden, the happiest girl in the world. I thought of how in barely a week my whole world had changed. I felt so different, even my awful shyness was evaporating.

This girl, Bee. Like I said before, oh yes, I knew her, or at least of her, everybody did. She was a hero in our school. Not only was she the school’s boxing champion but in the whole area as well. Once she beat up the leader of the school bullies and faced down the rest of their gang.

I had always been in awe and a little scared of her, although there was no good reason why I should be. I hadn’t ever understood quite how someone could be so tough and yet so beautiful.

She was in another world to me. Three years higher up in school was like light-years away.

Then she had sat next to me on the bus. She scared me out of my wits but she spoke to me so nicely and I managed to calm my nerves. But I was in an awful fluster when I left the bus and I saw her wave. Bee had waved to insignificant me.

What followed was awesome. Now, I was her girlfriend and I still really couldn’t believe it. When we walked into school last Monday, and she held my hand, I saw her glaring about, daring anyone to comment. No one did. No one laughed at the thirteen-year-old holding a ten-year-old’s hand.

When I’d got to my class, my friends were so excited, gathering around me twittering like a bunch of sparrows. So many questions they threw at me. I was saved by the teacher appearing. Although I noticed her giving me a strange glance. Clearly, she’d also heard.

By Friday, things began to settle. I wasn’t used to being looked up to by my peers but now, I found I was. It was the strangest feeling, and all down to this girl, Bee. I loved her so very much.

It would never have crossed my mother’s mind that it was anything more than just a new friendship. In fact, she was delighted to see me coming out of my shell. She may have been a bit surprised at our age difference but she thought Bee was a wonderful influence on me.

She had taken an instant liking to Bee when she came to tea on Wednesday. It had been such a lovely evening. Somehow, I managed to not show my true feelings. Mum didn’t notice anything

I showed Bee my room, but other than a wonderful kiss, we behaved, although I could see the fire in her eyes. I knew she was dying to strip my clothes off or at the very least, finger my pussy, but somehow, she resisted. I was disappointed, but I also knew that it was for the best.

Now, it was Friday and tomorrow, I’d meet Bee, just us two together. She hadn’t said where we were going, only that if the weather was nice, she had places to show me.

I knew she had a strange hobby. Sometimes she went Geocaching and she said how she had discovered some beautiful places, places where almost no one else ever went. There was a sparkle in her eyes when she said we’d be alone in a world of our own.

Saturday morning came. Mum had made us a picnic lunch. “You’ll need it, traipsing miles while you do this geo thingy,” she said.

Then Bee was at our door. Mum gave her a hug and me a kiss. “Now, you two have a nice time, and don’t get up to any mischief.”

I saw Bee trying desperately to hide a smirk. “Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll look after her,” she told mum.

We had only got round the corner when Bee grabbed me. “Hey, come here you. I need a kiss.”

By now, I knew what her kisses were like. In only seconds, my toes were curling, my heart was fluttering and the tingle started up in my cunt. I wanted her to touch me and gripped her tightly, but instead, she pulled away. “Fuck! I’ve got a little sex fiend here, but you’ll just have to wait. This isn’t exactly the best place,” she said.

I hadn’t lived here very long and really didn’t know my way around. All I knew was what you saw from the car or the bus to school. But now, Bee led me into a world of magic. Violet and yellow coloured fields, hedgerows bursting with flowers, and fruits that weren’t ripe yet. The public footpath notices were there but I’d never paid them any attention. Bee explained how most of the paths went back to medieval times when people walked from village to village, but that hardly anyone used them anymore.

We saw rabbits galore, all kinds of birds and even one beautiful deer leaping away.

We went deep into a wood. The path almost disappeared, but Bee obviously knew where she was going. Then, in front of me, a wonderful sight. I knew instantly that it was religious but it couldn’t be the ruin of a church. Who would ever build a church so far from anywhere and in the middle of a huge wood?

Bee answered my question. “It’s a very old monastery but I don’t know any more than that. We could Google it when we get home, I guess.”

Most of it was a ruin, but some parts still showed how grand it must have been. I followed Bee through several archways until I saw much brighter light shining ahead. Through a final archway and there it was. Daylight broke through the gap in the trees. Lovely soft grass filled a small courtyard. To me, it was a paradise, a private world.

Bee stood watching me as I looked around in wonder. “Oh Bee, it’s so nice, thank you for bringing me here.”

She laughed. “I knew you’d like it but it’s not why I brought you here.”

“What — there’s more?”

She laughed again. “Oh yes, much more. Now come here and let me love you.”

I felt myself blush when I realised what she had meant, but this place was perfect, so very perfect, I stepped into her outstretched arms.

I felt the warmth of the sun on my back as she eased my top off my shoulders and slipped it down. Her lips followed it until I felt her on my nipple. I kissed the top of her head, my heart surging. She sucked me hard and I could feel the nipple stiffen. For a second, I clutched her head and then I was pulling at her clothes. I wanted to feel my Bee’s bare skin.

Her bum was warm and soft. “Bee, don’t you ever wear any knickers?”

“Only at school… sometimes,” she said.

I pushed her back so I could pull her top up and over her head. We stood there, just staring at each other. Two naked nymphs in the woods, was my thought.

She looked into my eyes. “Shit, I love you. Tell me you love me, I like to hear it.”

I rushed at her and she pulled me close again. “You know I love you,” I told her, just before our lips met. As we kissed, our legs bent and we slowly dropped to the ground. She lay me down in the soft grass, our kiss became wild as we rolled over and over.

I hadn’t known that I could feel anything so intense. I wanted to make love to her, but I also wanted her to make love to me.

Our rolling stopped and the kiss suddenly became so soft and tender. Bee looked at me once more. It was a look so full of love. “Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice.

“Why do you keep thanking me? I don’t want thanks. I only want your love. The question is, who’s going to be loved first?”

Bee knew the answer. I would never have thought of it.

She laughed again. “Oh, that’s easy, I’ve been thinking about this moment.” With that, she sat up and spun me around. She lay down and pulled me on top of her, but oddly, I was facing the wrong way. She spread my legs to either side of her chest with me sitting on her boobs but her hands grabbed my hips and she pulled me backwards until I felt her chin against my bum. A hand pushed my back, urging me down.

I felt her hot breath on my bum and I thought about the finger she had pushed in there the other day. It had shocked me. I didn’t understand why she would do that, but I didn’t care. If it’s what she wanted, then I was happy. I wondered if she was going to that now.

But instead, oh my God, she was kissing me there. Kissing my bum hole. How could she? Then I realised that it felt nice. It tickled and it made my pussy tingle. But even so, my bum?

My brain clicked into gear and I understood what her hand pushing at my back was telling me. I dropped flat on my face and went straight to her pussy. I felt her tongue tracing down from my bum hole, pressing and licking as I fell forward. Oh yes, it was good when she dipped into my slit. I thought I’d just found my new favourite position.

The first time I had used my tongue on her clit, I had been desperate to please her. Nothing else had mattered, but now I took the time to marvel at what was in front of my eyes. Two beautiful lips, more defined than mine were. Where my pussy was just a tight slit, hers was wide and ruffled.

I reached with my fingers. Oh, she was so soft under my touch. Her lips easily pulled open until I saw that little covering at the top. I knew it’s where I’d made her the happiest, where I had felt the bump between my lips.

I carefully pushed up and there it was. The little knob lifted in front of my eyes. I bent and took it between my lips, and her hips immediately jumped under me. I began to suck, and I realized how I loved the taste of her. How had I not noticed before? It was a glorious, tangy taste, like nothing I might have imagined. And then her smell. Oh God, it was wonderful. I breathed in deep, letting it fill my senses. It was my Bee.

I sucked harder, then used my tongue. I hoped that I was learning, that I was pleasing her. I must have been, because it’s what she was doing to me and I felt wonderful, my pussy tingling more than I’d ever known.

I could feel her fingers caressing my bum, then one traced down slowly from my spine,to my bum hole. I squirmed as the finger tickled around. Suddenly, I wanted her inside, and somehow, I knew it’s what she’d do.

She pressed and I pushed up, I heard a little laugh before she was easing inside. She seemed to pause. I knew it must be tight, but it didn’t hurt so I tried to relax. She felt it, and her finger went deeper inside as we both still sucked and licked.

I heard a mumble from her. I only caught a couple of words — “…fingers, Evelyn.” Did she mean that she wanted me to touch her bum as well? I hadn’t done that before. But then, maybe she meant her pussy, I had no idea.

I was learning that Bee seemed to like everything, the weirder the better, and I had the answer.

Her bum hole was wet and slippery from the juices seeping from her pussy. I felt it with a finger, the first time I’d ever touched one. It felt a bit wrong to me, kind of dirty, but Bee wanted it, and I would give her anything she wanted.

Hesitantly, I pressed in the very middle. It seemed to resist, so I took a breath and pressed harder. I felt the warmth on my finger as it gradually eased in. She suddenly pressed down very hard and my finger disappeared, but she lifted again, almost immediately. She was trying to move her bum up and down, trying to fuck my finger. I knew then what I needed to do. I began to fuck her ass, just as she was now doing to mine.

I felt my whole body responding to her.I was on fire. Something wonderful was building inside me. I felt something new, something wild. Pure lust. My own thoughts surprised me. I wanted to show her how much I could give her. I wanted to fuck her brains out.

I lost all control. My other hand searched for her pussy — her cunt, she liked to say. My fingers pushed in, easily sliding through the hot wetness that seemed to be pouring from her. I kept adding fingers, trying to fill her. She surged up on my hand. For a second I worried that I might hurt her, but then I heard her wail, “Fuck, yes!”

I was so close to coming. I just wanted to let my body enjoy the beautiful feeling, but I didn’t want to stop fucking Bee. We were a bucking, writhing pair, so totally immersed in giving each other pleasure.

I could feel her straining, so I knew that she was just as close as I was. My finger in her ass hurt, she was banging down so hard. I had to pull it out. She didn’t seem to notice.

I could feel her insides gripping my hand. Fuck! My whole hand was inside her. I hadn’t been aware of how or when it went in, but it was. She started to shake, her lips clamped tight on my clit, and I saw the spray trying to force its way out of her around my hand buried inside. She was peeing and this time, I didn’t care. Instead, I just thought of how hard she was coming. This, I knew, was something special.

It was all too much for me, it tipped me over the edge. I couldn’t think. There were no thoughts. Only one shattering orgasm.

How long we clutched at each other, I’ll never know. I became aware that my face was on top of her pussy, and her arms were holding me tight. I lifted my head at the sound of her voice. “Are you there, my love?”

I began to pull my hand from where it was now deep inside her pussy. “No, don’t take it out,” she called. “Just turn around slowly, but keep it there.”

I struggled to manage, I felt so weak, but then I was between her legs, facing up at her. The look on her face told me everything, but she spoke anyway. “Oh my fucking God, Evie. What the fuck was that? So… so total, so…” she paused, “Are you okay, was it all right?”

Now, I grinned. “Bee, what you’re trying to say is, it was amazing. I never felt anything so wonderful.”

She laughed, then gave me one of her lustful looks. “As long as you’ve got your whole hand inside me, why don’t you fuck me again?”

There was nothing that at this moment I would rather do. She stayed, propped up on her elbows, she was watching my arm as I pumped in and out of her. Little streams of pee still squirted out every time I pushed in.

Her eyes closed just before her head dropped back, and she almost wailed, “God, Evelyn!” Her insides gripped my hand so hard that I could barely move it.I rubbed her clit with my free hand instead. Her elbows gave way and she lay back on the grass as her body convulsed. Her orgasm was so beautiful to watch.

Slowly, I eased my hand out of her pussy. It was sleek with her juices, glistening in the sun. I took a tentative lick, then I sat and cleaned my fingers like a cat licking its paws.

I glanced up and I saw her watching me, a huge grin on her face, “You like the taste of me then?”

“Bee, I like everything about you. You are my everything. I love you so much.”

We lay there, cuddled together. No words were necessary. We were the two happiest girls in the whole world.

The End

Note from JetBoy: Welcome to the thrilling and oh-so-sexy second and final installment of Louisa May’s triumphant return to the world of lesbian erotica… with many more to come, we hope!

Fate conspired to keep this from appearing as soon as we wanted — and since the plot of Chapter One is rather complicated, I strongly recommend that you visit it again before tackling this new part. (Click here.) Your enjoyment of the climax below will be all the greater.

And now, dear friends, take a deep breath and sit back as we part the curtains for our final act…

***

By Louisa May

I was at Marcia’s door again at 5:00 sharp on Monday. I rang the bell; the door opened almost immediately. And there she was.

“Hi! You’re Amy, I presume,” I said. Adorable, truly. Still in her school soccer outfit, light brown hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a ponytail, with a stray wisp hanging over her forehead. Amy had her mother’s wide-set blue eyes, a turned-up button nose, and dimples to die for.

“Yes, I’m Amy. Hello.” She blinked behind her big pink glasses. “And you’re Aunt Sasha.”

“I am.”

She grinned. “This is so cool. Please, come in!”

“Thank you!” I followed her into the foyer.

She closed the door and turned to me, biting her lip. “Mommy told me you were her best, bestest friend. She said you traveled all over the world, and you were really cool, and…” She bounced on her heels. “And, I couldn’t wait to meet you, ‘cause…” and she blushed. “Cause I just really wanted to.”

“Ahh, there you are…” Marcia swooped in from the other room, wearing another Von Furstenberg original. “On time exactly, of course..” She gave me a perfunctory hug, then looked down at Amy. “Honey, I told you to get dressed for Aunt Sasha, so you–”

“No, no.” I smiled at Amy, who was gazing up at me. “No, I think what you’re wearing is perfect.” Amy grinned, blushing. God, her dimples really were amazing. “Look at you… you’re beautiful!” She turned an even deeper pink.

Marcia rallied. “Shall we go in the kitchen? Get some refreshments for our guest?” Amy scooted off first, and we followed. A pitcher of lemonade, with glasses, sat on a tray on the counter. Amy poured, then offered me a glass.

“Thank you, sweetie.” I took a long draught. “Ahhh…” She stood there, looking at me. I reached out to touch her head. “I love your hair.”

She giggled. “Thank you. You are… you’re so pretty.” She took a deep breath, then blushed again.

“Why, thank you, Amy. That is so sweet.” I took a sip, and nibbled an ice cube. “So… why do you think I’m pretty?”

Her big blue eyes got even bigger behind those glasses. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

I smiled. “I mean, tell me… what parts of me, what… things about me make you think I’m pretty? Hmm?” I looked down at her as she thought, then glanced up at Marcia. She, poor fool, seemed just as perplexed.

“Amy. Do you like my hair?” I fluffed it backhanded.

She nodded. Small voice, light, high: “Yes, I do. I like your hair. It’s so… black, and fluffy…”

“Mmm…” I tilted my head. “What about my breasts?” I held a hand under my boob and arched forward. “Are my breasts pretty?”

I watched Amy draw a deep breath. Of course, blushing. She nodded.

I looked down at myself. “I’m not wearing a bra, so you can see right through.” I squeezed my breast through my T-shirt (oh yes, I’d thought of everything!). “See my nipple? Poking out here?” Amy was wide-eyed, staring. “Do you like that?” She nodded, hardly breathing. “Here.” I caught her hand in mine, then placed it on my breast. “Do you feel my nipple through there? Hmm?” She nodded again, transfixed. I felt her small hand, her fingers grazing my erect nipples. “Good…”

Now I turned around. “What about my bottom, Amy? Do you like my bottom?” I was wearing particularly close-fitting pants that day. I looked back at little Amy, who was gazing at my backside avidly. Hmmm…

“I do… I like your bottom, Aunt Sasha. I like it a lot.”

“Put your hands on my bottom, Amy.” She did, hesitantly. Behind her, Marcia was lurking — confused, unsure… horny.

“Do you like how that feels, Amy? My bottom in your hands?” I felt the girl gently squeeze. Ohh, lovely.

“I… I like that. It feels… nice.” My heart warmed to her. So concentrated, so focused on the task at hand. I wanted her to explore down there for a very, very long time… but I also wanted to take things even further.

I turned back. “Good!” Amy moved back, expectant. I put a hand to her soft cheek. “You are such a darling…” She blushed and smiled. Those dimples…

Marcia clapped her hands together. “Dinner?”

***

We moved to the living room after dinner. Marcia and I sat on the couch, while Amy laid on the floor and used the TV for a video game monitor. Apparently this was something mother and daughter did after dinner, affording Marcia an unimpeded view of her daughter’s butt as she manipulated the joystick. Amy had changed into night attire — T-shirt and panties — and as she had headphones on, our conversation remained private.

We watched Amy’s little bottom shift and wriggle with the ongoing game experience. I turned to Marcia. “Quite an amazingly sensual little thing you created here.”

She flipped her hair. “Thank you.”

“No, I mean…” I watched her daughter work the game, watched her lithe little body respond. “She is extraordinary.” I touched Marcia’s leg. “I definitely think that you need to be at her session.”

“Oh, I will, yes, abso–”

“No, I mean, you need to be there.” I looked into her eyes. “You need to be in the room. With us. While she masturbates.”

Marcia started. “Wait, what?” She shook her head. “That’s… while she masturbates?” I nodded. “But… she’s only eleven!”

I tilted my head.

Marcia glanced at me. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, yes… but…” She watched as her daughter scored a point and lifted her bottom up from the carpet, then sighed. “But how will that–”

“Marcia. This is something I have been doing for years. I know what I’m doing. Do you doubt that?”

Marcia shook her head. “No, no, of course not.” She leaned into me and lightly kissed my cheek, then quickly looked at me. “I’m sorry; is it okay for me to do that?” I smiled and nodded. She breathed a sigh.

I watched Amy. “And if you want to touch yourself during our session, you should.”

“While you’re in session?”

“Yes… believe me, she won’t even know you’re there. It might be very therapeutic for you to masturbate to the sight of your daughter masturbating. See how you feel.” I got up to go to the bathroom.

Later, we were putting Amy to bed. Before she got in, she hugged me. “I’m so glad you’re Mommy’s friend…”

I kissed the top of her head. “Me too, little love…”

***

Amy lay back in a very large and comfortable armchair, set at a restful 38˚ angle. She wore her school uniform, and had removed her saddle shoes. Her eyes were closed.

I sat behind her, my voice lightly amplified through the speakers in her chair. “Can you hear me, Amy?”

She smiled. “Yes, I can hear you.” She felt a bit dizzy, but nice dizzy. Kind of like how she felt once when she’d had the eggnog at Grandma’s Christmas dinner. Her eyes would be closed the whole time.

I could tell by her response that Amy was beginning to experience the effects of the herbal tea I’d brewed for her. This particular blend of chamomile, kava kava, passionflower, ashwagandha and valerian was most useful for producing a mellow, relaxed feeling in the drinker, even making some patients a bit giggly. So far, it appeared that the tea was affecting Amy in the precise way I wanted.

“Do you feel comfortable, Amy?”

“Mm-hmm..”

“Yes? Do you feel good?”

Amy writhed luxuriously in the chair. In a soft, high voice, she murmured, “Mm, I feel really good…”

“Good… I’m glad.” I pushed a button in the console on my desk. A door quietly opened behind me. Marcia entered and gave me an inquiring look. I motioned to the chair on the other side of the room, in the shadows, opposite Amy. She crept over to it.

I pushed another button. “Now, Amy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know who I am?”

She giggled. “Are you…? You sound like that elf queen in Lord of the Rings. The… that lady…”

After a moment, I continued. “Do you want to talk with me?”

“Ohh, my gosh, yes, absolutely, I… you sound so nice, I just wanna… hmmm…” Her little voice cooed playfully.

“Good. Okay, Amy, I just want you to tell me… last night, when you were in your bed, just before you went to sleep… who were you thinking about? Do you remember?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“You do? Who were you thinking about, Amy?”

“Umm… I was thinking about Aunt Sasha..”

I smiled. “You were?”

Amy grinned to herself. “Mmm-hmm…”

“What were you thinking about Aunt Sasha, Amy?”

“Mmm… I was thinking about how pretty she was… and how she said I was pretty… and, um, when she let me feel her boobies.”

“And what were you doing when you were thinking about her?”

“I was petting my kitty.”

“You were?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“That’s so nice. She would like that you were petting your kitty.” I saw Marcia leaning forward on her chair in the dark corner. “You know, Amy, if you want, you can pet your kitty now. You can just lift up your skirt and pet your kitty.” I saw Amy smile. “You’re free, Amy. Pet your kitty. Feel good.”

And she did. Her eyes still closed, Amy idly tugged her school skirt up so it was draped across her tummy, and let a hand slide onto her panties. She lazily massaged herself, and sighed. “Oh… that’s nice,” she murmured.

“It is, Amy. That’s so nice…” I got up from my desk chair and stood behind her, looking down. My voice, on head-mic, still carried through the chair speakers. She lay back, eyes closed, skirt up, fingers idly massaging the crotch of her panties.

“You’re in the living room of your house, Amy. Thinking about Aunt Sasha. No one else is here…” The girl made a soft, satisfied mewing sound and continued to stroke herself. “Oh, now Aunt Sasha comes in. She’s smiling. Oh, Amy, she’s so happy to see you…”

Amy crooned, “Mm, I’m so happy to see her, too,” and her fingers began to move a bit faster.

“Aunt Sasha wants to ask you something.”

Amy’s eyebrows rise. “What? What, Aunt Sasha?”

I come around to stand by her side. Amy is firmly kneading the front of her panties. “Amy… my pretty love… may I take off my clothes? Is that okay?”

Amy swallows, nods. “Yes. Oh, yes, Aunt Sasha. I would love that.”

“Really? It’s okay?”

Amy rubbed herself even harder. “Mmm, yes, yes, Aunt Sasha, yes. Take off your clothes. Yes…”

I watch the girl’s face flush as she masturbated through her panties. She is panting softly. Standing in front of her. I say, “I love getting naked.”

“Oh, me too! At the beach… I love being naked, I love how it feels. Ooh…” Yes. She’s feeling the first little tendrils of orgasm.

“I’m taking off my shirt now… ohh, my breasts feel so free… do you like my breasts, Amy?”

“Mmmn… yes, oh, yes, Aunt Sasha… ohhh… I love your breasts, I love how your nipples, ohh, gosh… they’re so big…”

“Mmm… now I’m taking off my pants. And my panties.” I could see Marcia in the corner. She had a hand under her dress, her mouth hanging open. She saw me looking.

“Ohh, Aunt Sasha,” Amy’s voice was getting shaky now. “Are you… are you naked?”

“I am, Amy.” I gently put my hand on hers, the one resting on her pussy. She gasped. “Now I want to make you feel really, really good. Okay?”

Putting her hand over mine, she nodded. Her eyes were closed the whole time. I pulled her panties down, and she lifted her hips so I could slide them right… off.

“Open up to me, baby girl. Open…” And she spread her thin legs wide. I cupped her hairless, slick little pussy. In the shadowy corner, I could see Marcia’s pale thighs and the darkness between them. Her dress was now up around her middle, and she was working her pussy, rubbing away…

“Ohhh!” Amy bucked against my hand. I began frigging her with my fingers. “OhhHHH, Aunt Sasha… ohhh my gaaa!” I felt her orgasm into my hand, felt her little body churn into me. “Oh, oh, ohhhh gosh, eeuuuhhh…!” And with a high-pitched keening, Amy shuddered into orgasm just like her Mom had, those thin hips now perched on the edge of the chair. Marcia was digging into her own pussy, trying not to cry out, watching her daughter come into my hand.

***

At noon the next day, I was sitting in a booth at my corner cafe, Cafe Paris, waiting for Marcia. She’d called minutes earlier, asking that I meet her for an ‘emergency meeting’. I sipped my latte.

Marcia hustled in, seating herself across from me. She wore a blue boho high-waisted midi dress. Our waitress immediately brought her the affogato I’d ordered for her.

Marcia was in hyper-apologetic distracted mode — her usual demeanor, really — and started right in. “Oh, my God, thank you so much for seeing me, I just had to–”

“Are you wearing panties?”

It brought her up short. “What?”

I tilted my head. “You heard me.”

Marcia opened her mouth, then closed it. “Yes?”

“Take them off.”

She looked at me, wild-eyed. “I… but this is–”

“Take them off.”

She nodded, quickly glancing around her. Then she reached under the table, squirming, and peeled her panties out from underneath. I held out my hand, and she hurriedly gave them to me. I crushed them to my nose. “Ahh… Eau de Marcia.” Turning away from her, I raised my other hand.

Marcia cringed. “Sasha, no…”

I caught the waitress’s eye.

She approached. “Yes, Miss Laval?”

Holding the panties in my hand, I asked, “Could I have another latte, do you think?”

“Certainly.” She scurried off.

Marcia was blushing furiously. “Sasha, please..”

I smiled at her, and stuffed the panties in my purse. “Now what?”

Marcia took a deep breath, shaking her head. “You…” She took a sip of coffee, then put it down. “Okay… so Amy, this morning…” she tittered, “I mean, every morning, she is so impossible, like, I can’t get her started, you know? She’s always so sleepy, and grumpy, and… I don’t know… just blahh. But this morning, oh my God, she comes bouncing into the kitchen, and she’s just talking non-stop, and she tells me this dream she had…”

“Make sure your legs are open so you can feel the air.”

Marcia stops, and considers. “I can…” She shifts in her chair, then takes a breath. “So… Amy starts telling me this amazing dream she had, about you… and being with you, and… really, Sasha, she had no idea… I mean, she thought she’d just gone to see you at the office, and you’d talked, and then… well, then I guess Amy thought she’d come home, gone to bed, and had this amazing dream…”

“Which she did, yes…”

“Yes, but now she’s all upset that she was starting to feel all this ‘sex stuff’ — that’s what she said, ‘sex stuff’ — and she was just going on about how she needed someone to teach her, because she didn’t want to be doing that kind of thing with kids she knew… and she didn’t know any grown-ups. Anyway, the whole thing came down to…”

“She wants me.”

Marcia nodded. “Yes. That’s what she said. ‘I decided that I need Aunt Sasha to teach me.’ That’s what she said.”

I nodded. “Sooner than I thought. But good.” I took a sip from my latte, then leaned forward. “Okay, here’s what I need you to do.” Marcia squirmed in her chair. “When does Amy get home?”

“Umm… well, it’s Wednesday, so… she’s home by 3:30.”

“All right. So, tell her I will be at your house at 4:00. Tell her to wear whatever she thinks I might like. And I think we should be in your bedroom. Yes.”

Marcia was unobtrusively flapping her skirt below the table. “This is… so you’ll be teaching her…”

“Yes.”

Marcia nodded. “And… what can I–?”

“You will let me in, and bring me to your bedroom, and — is there a way to reach you from there? Should I phone you, or–”

“Oh, we have a wireless intercom by the bed, to the kitchen, the poolhouse, and Amy’s room –”

“Excellent. So you can say your hellos and then go do whatever you do, until I call you.”

“Yes.” Her face was flushed. She continued to stare at me.

I made a dismissive gesture. “So go!”

She hurriedly stood, pulling at her dress, almost stumbling over the chair. “Yes! All right, I’ll… I’ll see you soon, then!” And she hustled out.

I reached into my purse and felt the soft fabric of her panties.

***

The door was open as my town car pulled up. As the driver pulled away, Marcia waved from the entryway, dressed in the same blue floral midi she’d worn at the restaurant. As I neared the doorway, she looked both ways, then quickly flashed me to let me know she’d kept the commando faith. I smiled.

“Amy’s in the bedroom,” she told me, closing the door. “She wanted to be there, waiting for you.”

I handed her my overnight case, then slid a hand up Marcia’s thigh to cup her. She gasped. “Thank you,” I said. “You are my darling slave girl.” She laughed nervously. I kept my hand on her vulva. “You know that.” I brought my fingers to my nose and smelled them. “Mmm. Now bring me to her.”

Marcia gave a shaky nod, then led the way to her bedroom.

I stopped her at the door, opened it myself, slowly, then gave it a quiet tap. “Knock-knock?”

And little Amy, who’d been lying fully clothed on the bed in her soccer outfit, jumped up. “Aunt Sasha!” Racing over to where I stood, she hugged me, burying her face in my midsection. The top of her head came to just above my breastbone. I stroked her dark, silken hair. As usual, it was parted in the middle and pulled back in a ponytail, with a few stray strands hanging down.

Amy gazed up at me. “I’m so, so, so glad you came!” She kissed my belly, and looked up again, blushing.

I kissed the part in her hair. “I am, too, sweetheart.” I turned to her mother. “Thank you, Marcia.”

Amy immediately darted over to Marcia and hugged her, too. “Thank you, Mommy…”

Marcia looked at me, amazed, then patted her daughter’s head. “You’re welcome, honey. I’m glad…” She took a breath. “Yes.” She went to the door. “Just… let me know if you need anything. The, umm, the intercom is right there, so… so have fun!” She made an awkward smiley face and left, closing the door.

I turned to drink in the sight of this beautiful little girl. She had her shiny green soccer outfit on: an over-large jersey and long, loose shorts. And knee-high sport socks, or whatever they called them in soccerland. Her hair, as I said, was parted in the middle, and she wore glasses. And had freckles. And braces. And dimples for miles. She was absolutely adorable.

“I love your outfit,” I told her.

She grinned, and tumbled onto the bed, then bounced up onto her knees. “I put this on ‘specially for you, ‘cause you told me it was perfect!” She made the bed jiggle. “You said I was beautiful.” She blushed.

“And I was right!” I kicked off my heels and sat on the bed, putting my feet up, then laid back, resting my head on the pillow. “It is perfect. And you are beautiful.”

Amy looked at me shyly for a second, then threw herself at my side, and put her thin arm over my belly. She nuzzled her face into the side of my breast. “Ohh… you are so, so beautiful, too…”

I brushed a strand from her forehead, then kissed her there, idly trailing a hand up and down her back.

We lay like that for a few long moments, enjoying our own warmth. Then she looked up at me. “Mommy told you what I… umm, why I wanted you to come. Right?”

I nodded. “I think it’s best if you told me yourself, though.”

She lowered her head, took a long breath and released it into my side. So warm. Her head popped back up. Amy’s eyes were huge and blue behind the lenses of her glasses. “I just… I had the best, bestest dream, and you were in it, and you were making me feel so, so, so amazingly good, and I knew it was… I knew it was sex stuff, but I didn’t know… I mean, I don’t know anything about sex stuff, or anything…” Her little hand was tracing circles on my tummy. Melting, moi.

“And so, and so, I don’t know anybody who could teach me! Not other kids” – she made a face – “and definitely not any grownups.” Did she know what that little circling hand was doing to my belly? Amy’s big eyes turned up towards me again, then with a sigh, she flopped sideways, onto her back. “I know I’m just a kid…” She rubbed at her nose — very kid-like. “Just a stupid little kid.” She took a deep breath through her nose. “But–”

I put a finger to her pretty, slightly chapped lips. “Shh, shh, shhh…” Turning on my side to face Amy, I tapped her cute little nose. “First of all… you are anything but stupid.” Her mouth twisted to hide a smile. “But most of all… you are not ‘just a kid’.” I gently rubbed my thumb along her cheek. “You are so special, Amy. Do you know how special you are to me?” She shook her head.

“Well…” I sat up to survey her. Amy raised herself on an elbow, curious. “You know how much I love seeing you in your soccer shorts and shirt, right?” She nodded. “But what I’d love even more is seeing you out of your soccer shorts and shirt.”

Amy’s grin grew as she understood what I meant. She could hardly contain her glee. “Like… naked?” I nodded. She dove at me and hugged me hard. “Yaay!”

I hugged her back. “And of course, I would be naked too.” She abruptly pulled away from the hug and stared at me, open-mouthed. She actually started to tear up. “Ohh, baby, baby, it’s good, we’ll be naked together.”

The dear girl spoke through her incipient tears. “No, I know, it’s… amazing, it’s… I’m j-just so happy, I just didn’t know what to do…”

I had to kiss Amy all over her teary face. And her glasses, which got smudged. So we took them off and set them by the intercom. Her face without glasses, those large blue eyes teary and blinking, were even more vulnerable, more doe-like.

I put both hands on her flushed cheeks. “Okay. How about we make getting naked a fun, sexy game?” She nodded vigorously. We were both now kneeling on the bed, facing each other. I thought. “How about we take off each other’s clothes… and every time one of us takes something off, they get a very special kiss?”

Amy clapped. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head. “What’s a special kiss?”

“Ahh… fortunately, you’ll start our little game by taking off my shirt. And then I can show you what a special kiss is.” Amy nodded sagely, still a bit unsure. I smiled at her. “And then you can give me a special kiss, ‘cause you’ll know how it’s done.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Got it?”

“I guess.”

“Good. So…” I opened my arms to her. “Unbutton my shirt!”

Amy grinned a horror movie grin, then took a deep breath. “Alll-riiight…”

“Oh, stop… you can do buttons.”

“Shh! I’m concentrating…” She was, too, her little tongue sticking out as she worked. There were only four buttons on my work blouse, so presently — done! Amy actually said, “Ta-daa!”

I shuffled out of the garment, then sat back against the pillows at the head of the bed. Amy was staring at my boobs, nestled in their white lace bra.

I held out my arms. “Get up on my lap, baby girl. Time for your special kiss.”

“Yesss!” She grinned, and scrambled up to straddle me, half-kneeling, her legs splayed outward in that hyper flexible way young girls have. We were almost even in height — her eyes came up to my chin. Resting her small hands on my shoulders, she bit her lip.

I gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “Ready?”

She nodded slowly, then took a deep breath. “What do I do?”

“It’s just a kiss, sweetie.” I touched a finger to her soft lips. “And if you happen to feel my tongue slipping in, into your mouth… just let it. And then maybe your tongue can play with mine.” I eased my fingertip between her lips. She gave it a light suck, her big eyes on mine. “And we just have fun. All right?” A tiny wet sound as I withdrew my finger.

She nodded. “All right.”

I turned my head slightly and leaned in to kiss her. Amy’s lips met mine, puckered tightly at first, then loosening as she felt my own larger mouth cover hers, wet and warm. Sensing my tongue as it slipped inside, she parted her lips, welcoming me in. I felt her smaller tongue quiver slightly as it met mine. I felt Amy’s entire body relax; she breathed deeply, then began to let the pleasure happen, inside and out.

I don’t know how long we kissed… but suddenly, as one, we broke away from one another. Wet-lipped. Wet-chinned. Just… gazing at one another, taking deep breaths. Amy’s freckled face was a glowing pink, her eyes still half-closed. She gave a weak giggle. “Yep, that’s… that’s special, all right.” Another giggle. I giggled in response. We had a small laughing fit together, then she put her fingers through my thick, dark hair. “Your hair is so pretty…”

I reached up to take her hand, then turned her wrist and kissed the soft, pale skin of Amy’s palm, whispering. “Sweet girl…” Then I lightly slapped her bottom. “Good grief, we will never get naked at this rate!” Amy immediately hopped off me and knelt at my side. “I mean, we do want to get naked — right?”

She bounced up and down on her knees. “Yes! Yes, we wanna get naked, we wanna get naked!”

I grinned. “Okay then, your turn! I get to take off your shirt now. Right?”

She grinned back and held her arms straight up. “Yes! Take off my shirt!”

I kneel-walked over to Amy, took hold of the hem with both hands and tugged it upwards. “Watch your ponytail, sweetie…”

“It’s okay…” she said, her voice muffled by the upturned soccer shirt. We carefully maneuvered her top up and off, and I tossed it aside. Her skin was so pale, alabaster. Freckled alabaster. And… breasts!

“Ohh, honey, look what’s growing here!”

Amy blushed and tried to cross her arms. “They’re tiny, they’re not even boobies, they’re like, just bumps…”

“Oh, stop. Come on now, let me see…” And she reluctantly let her arms fall, looking away, then up at me with hopeful eyes. I leaned down to see them up close. “Ohh, baby… they are beautiful.” I touched her right breast bloom gently, tenderly. “Very soon, you’re going to have just as beautiful big-girl breasts.” I gave each one a little kiss.

She breathed, and swallowed. “Really?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.” She gave me a shy smile.

I leaned back on the pillows. “Now. Do I get a special kiss?”

Her shy smile grew slowly into a somewhat wild one, as she climbed onto me, bare-chested, with just her shorts and socks on. “Yes! You do! I get to give you a special kiss!” I was now flat on my back, and Amy lay on my chest, looking down at me. Gorgeous.

Then, somehow, Amy suddenly became shy, unsure how to begin. “Um…”

“You only have to kiss me, honey. The rest just happens.”

She came closer, pressing her lips to mine… and time went away all over again.

When our mouths finally drifted apart, I noticed that I’d been kneading Amy’s firm little bottom through her shorts, and she was grinding that cute butt against my busy hands.

She came out of our mutual trance first, then lightly clapped her hands to my cheeks. “Special. Kiss!”

I gave her bottom a playful squeeze. “Special. Kiss!”

Amy grinned fiercely, then with a little moan and a sigh, quickly kissed me on my lips, hard. Her eyes shone. “Okay…” she said, “okay, now you have to, I mean, I have to…” She took a confused breath, then let it all at once. “We have to take off your bra!”

I sat up, turning sideways. “You know how to undo the fastener back here?”

Amy nodded. “I help Mommy all the time, Aunt Sasha.” And she started undoing.

“Wait.” I felt her hands pause. “Come here.” I brought her around. “Now. First things first: I am not your aunt. I’m just your mom’s oldest, best friend. And she thought ‘Aunt Sasha’ is right for who I am to you. Which is fine, I guess.” I stroked her arm. “But now, I want you to know that I’m just… Sasha. Okay?”

The girl nodded. “Sasha.” I nodded back.

She pointed at her bare, beautiful chest, and smiled. “Amy.”

I grinned, responded. “Amy.”

She pointed at me. “Sasha.”

I nodded. “Right. Now get crackin’ on this bra.”

She expertly undid the fastener, and I turned back towards her. “Here you go, baby.” I gave Amy both ends of my bra, for her to let fall away. She knelt with it in her outstretched hands, staring at my breasts. They were a bit smaller than her mom’s, and firmer… but my nipples, especially now, were… extravagant. Dark, engorged, standing amid plump, textured aureoles. They were like two miniature versions of that mountain everyone is looking for in Close Encounters… like nipples on an actual baby’s bottle.

Amy dropped the bra. Her hands opened, frozen in the act of wanting. “They’re amazing…” she whispered.

I smiled. “Go ahead and touch them, honey. Squeeze them. They like that.”

She stared at me, her mouth slack, then brought both hands to my chest. Her fingers seemed to avoid my adult-sized nipples, but she carefully cupped her small hands around them. Amy looked up at me, eyes wide with wonder. “They’re so warm.” She gave each one a very gentle squeeze.

I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “You know what they’d really like?”

“What?”

“For you to suck them. Would you do that for me?”

She nodded at me, then looked back down at my mounds of awe. Her head leaned in; then she stopped,. swallowed, then came closer. I watched her lips part and take a nipple in. Just the tip against her tongue. Her eyes went up to mine, and I nodded. “Mmm… nice.” At that, she sucked more of the breast in, and oh, it felt wonderful.

She started to nurse from me like an infant, drawing in even more of my hungry nipple. “Ohh, Amy… ohh, baby girl, that feels so good…” And yes, I was starting to feel it down below, that glorious thickening…

Not yet, though. I gently pulled away, my nipple going *plop!* as it left Amy’s mouth, then fed her the other one. “Let’s even things out here, sweetie.” She dutifully obeyed, and sucked…

That sensation nearly overwhelmed me all over again… so once more, I broke that blissful contact.

*plop!*

She knelt back. I looked down at her, breathing rather heavily, and shook my head in disbelief. “Girl… what are you doing to me?” I sat back on the pillows, and Amy joined me, stretching out by my side. Her finger traced a circle on my bare belly. “I just think you’re so, so… so cool…” She looked up at me.

I touched her nose. “I love you too, Amy.”

She blushed, and her chin quivered. “That’s… that’s what I meant.”

I smiled. “I know, honey.”

Her eyes were wide. “I do, Aun – Sasha. I do. I love you.”

I leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead. “Now, come on, we’re just dilly-dallying here. We’ve got more clothes to take off! Right?”

Amy was up on her knees again in a flash. “Right!”

“You know what? Let’s just do it,” I said, getting to my feet. “You just stand there on the bed and take off your shorts. And I’ll take mine off.” I began to peel my black suit pants down.

“Okay.” Amy pulled her shorts down, stepped out, then threw them across the room. “Ta-daa!” She was standing on the bed in just white panties and knee socks.

I quickly hung my pants over a chair, then turned back to her, going, “Ta-daa!” in my black hipster briefs. We both raised our hands in triumph. Then I lowered my eyes to give Amy an evil look, jumped onto the bed, and tackled her! She squealed with delight, her laugh one of full-on abandon. Lovely.

I wrapped my arms around Amy’s bare midriff and blew a raspberry into her belly button. She shrieked, then I let her go. She lay in the middle of the bed, knees up and swaying in and out. I sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her. A strand of her soft hair stuck to her sweat-dewy temple.

“Do you know how sexy you are in those?” I touched a finger to her pantied hip.

She blew her cheeks out, then dug a thumb under the waistband and snapped it. “They’re just my silly old white underpants…”

I leaned down to lie by her, my mouth close to her ear. “But you know what?”

She whispered back, eyes towards me. “What?”

I whispered, directly into her ear, “I get to see what’s inside those silly old white underpants…”

Amy gave a soft gasp. I raised myself and gazed down at her. She swallowed, her knees continued to sway, and in a small voice, she said, “That made me feel all… squishy when you said that…”

“Good.” And I leaned down to kiss her. Amy’s lips parted, and we began to share deep, sexy kisses again. Her little hands cradled my face, while I sent my hand traveling down her soft tummy until it rested just on the edge of her S.O.W.U. (sillyoldwhiteunderpants). Before I went further, though — I stopped, and raised my head.

She looked up at me, dazed. “What?”

“Turn over. Lie on your tummy.” Without a ‘why’, or another word, she rolled right over. Her ponytail reached the middle of her delicately-boned back. I straddled her lower thighs. “Mmm… I just wanted a good look at this pretty little bottom of yours.”

She turned her head, her ponytail swishing to the side. “Here it is!” And she wiggled her butt.

“I want to kiss it. Can I kiss it?”

She gave me a pitying look. “Aunt… um, Sasha. Sasha, you can do anything. Really. I want you to.” And she laid her head back down.

I looked down at that petite, white-panty-clad bottom, then leaned down and laid a kiss in the middle of a cheek. Then the other one. Then in between them, and this time my mouth stayed there. I breathed her in, breathed out…

“Wow… I can feel you breathing in my bottom. Right in my, my poopy hole.” Her bottom tightened, then relaxed. I felt her legs beneath me part slightly.

I kissed the backs of both smooth, white thighs. “Time for these to come off, I think.” I grasped her panties at the waistband and pulled down, revealing her perfect little bubble butt. “And then you get an extra-special kiss.”

I kept tugging downwards until those panties came to her thighs, bunched at her knees, then off. Now naked but for her white knee-high stockings, she clenched the newly bared bottom, then wiggled it again. She sang a little song into the bedcovers. “My bahh-tom, my naked bahh-tom. Bahh-tom, my naked bahh-tom…”

“Oh, just what I wanted!” I exclaimed. “A singing bottom!” Amy giggled.

I planted a kiss on each bare cheek. Lovely soft, tender skin to my lips. Then, as she hummed into the covers, I put my hands on her bum cheeks and spread them apart. Pink little halo, around a tiny, crinkly, dark dimple of an aperture. Amy had stopped humming. I leaned in and kissed her anus. I felt it contract on my lips. I licked, running my tongue slowly along her tiny hole.

“Ooh, that feels so weird…” Amy murmured. She shifted herself to push her bottom upwards, toward my mouth. “Do it again.” And this time, I stuck my rather long tongue out, swirling the tip against her little asshole, slowly spiraling inwards.

Amy lifted her head and turned towards me. “Oh my gosh, that’s…” she took a shaky breath, “you’re… oh gosh, that feels… ohh…” I pushed my slick tongue further into her. “Ohhh..” I could taste her insides, her little-girl insides. Deeper now. “Mmnn…”

When I let my tongue slide back out of her, I loved watching her wet, open butthole contract again to its former, guarded contour. She looked back at me. “Do that some more!”

I kissed a cheek. “Turn over first.”

With a deep breath, she did. I knelt between her legs. Amy’s bare, hairless little puss was open to me. It was pink and shining. Amy gazed up at me. Absolute trust. “This feels like my dream…” she whispered.

“Does it?”

Amy nodded. “You were naked, and then,” she searched her memory, “then, I think you took my underpants off, and you were petting my kitty–”

I smiled. “Amy. My darling.” I sat up, looking down at her.

Her brows rose. “What?”

“Well…” I stroked her open thighs. “I think… you know how we use baby names for our private parts, like… pee-pee, and, well, I used to say ‘my nonny’… and I think ‘kitty’ is a baby name, too. Right?”

Amy looked up at me, solemn. “But… that’s what I always called it – my kitty.”

“I know, baby. But you’re a big girl now, and I think you’re old enough now that you should be able to name your beautiful, precious place between your legs — whatever you want to.”

“Like… my pussy?” She blushed.

“Yes. Or, whatever you want to call it.” I gently rubbed her inner thigh. “It’s yours, pretty girl. It’s yours to name.”

“My…” All of a sudden, her face lit up. Her eyes widened. “I know!”

“What, honey?”

“I know what I’m going to call it!”

“Her.” I said.

“What?”

“Call her. It’s a her.”

“Yeah.” Amy grinned. Her legs came up as she giggled.

I smiled. “What, cutie? What’s the secret?”

Amy let her feet come down. She looked at me, biting her lip. “I’m going to name her — Sasha!”

It threw me. I laughed. “Sasha?”

She giggled. “My Sasha!” Her feet thumped on the bed. “’Cause then, even if you’re not with me, I always have my Sasha, right here!” She put both hands over her pink vulva. “And I can make my Sasha feel good. And my Sasha will make me feel good…” She gazed at me, blushing but happy.

I have to say, I was moved beyond what I’ve ever been used to. I fell back on the bed. Golly gosh — I was actually crying!

Amy was immediately up and scrambling over me. She saw my tears, and started kissing my face, all over. “Ohh, Sasha, I didn’t–”

“No, Amy, honey baby…” I could only hug her, and feel her kisses on my face, and neck, and chest. Putting my hands on her arms, I lifted her up. “Amy.” I kissed her forehead. “I… I don’t know how to…” I took a deep breath. She let me speak, looking deep into my eyes. “Baby… that is the nicest, most beautiful thing I have ever known…” She smiled shyly. “You are the nicest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever known…” I kissed her lips, tenderly. “Thank you, sweetie.”

She smiled, those dimples working miracles. “You’re welcome.” She sighed, and stretched out on top of me. After a while, she murmured, “Sasha?’

“Hmm?”

Her head came up to look at me. “I want to marry you. Can I marry you? We can, can’t we?” She laid back down on my chest. “I want to marry you…”

I stroked her back. “Let’s take it one step at a time, pretty girl.”

Amy’s response was to get to her knees, turn around and lie down in front of me. Opening her legs wide, she presented herself. She bit her lip, then said, shyly, “Sasha loves you.”

I took a huge breath, and moved to kneel before Amy, looking down at her open, bare, wet little pussy, then back up at her. She was giving me a look of unconditional love.

I melted. Returning my attention to her Sasha, I said, “Hello, Sasha. It’s so nice to meet you at last.” I kissed the labial folds. “I’ve wanted to for so long.” Opening my mouth, I took in her whole smooth vulva. Amy moaned, arching her back. My tongue slid down her velvet slit, tasting the Amy oils, her spices. She moaned again. And I started to suck her, driving my tongue into her small entrance, rubbing against her developing clit. Her moans became high-pitched squeals, loving, loving…

***

We lay together, entwined, on the bed. I’d pushed various buttons on Marcia’s wireless intercom — kitchen, pool house… and soon, there was a soft knock on the door. It opened.

Marcia looked in, wearing a terry cloth robe and bearing a drinks tray. “Hello? Ready for refreshments?” And she tottered in, setting the tray down on her vanity. She served us our drinks the way a stewardess might. “Ice water,” she said, handing a glass to me. Garnished, of course, with a slice of lemon.

Amy jumped up, still naked, and hugged her mother around Marcia’s robed waist. “Mommy, Mommy…”

“Well…” Marcia held her daughter’s Capri Sun Fruit Punch as Amy embraced her. “Here you go, love.” She gave the girl her juice box. Amy sucked greedily at the straw, then, still drinking, slid back onto the bed.

“So…” Marcia began, “I was taking a swim when I heard you on the intercom.” She rubbed her still-damp tresses, then noted her daughter’s flushed body, her mussed hair. “Have you… I mean, did you find out what you wanted to know, honey?”

Amy took a last, hard pull of her juice, then held the empty box out for her mother to take. “Ohh, Mommy,” she sighed, falling back on the bed. “It’s so amazing!” She crawled back to lie beside me. A proprietary hand on my belly. “We did so much sex!”

I watched Marcia. Her face betrayed a wide spectrum of emotions: envy, maternal pride, happiness… lust. “That’s… that’s wonderful, honey.”

Amy looked up at me, then back at her mom. “And you know what else?”

Marcia slowly shook her head. “What, honey?”

Amy flipped herself around, opened her legs, and pointed to her pink, open lady parts. “You know what I call this?”

Marcia was confused. “Umm.. you mean, your kitty?”

Amy grinned, waving her legs. “Nope! Because, I’m, you know, I’m more grown up now, so… what do you think?”

Marcia shook her head. Amy persisted. “Mom! What do I call her? You have to guess!”

“Your… pussy?”

Amy grinned again. “Nope!” Glancing down at her little vulva, she petted it fondly, then looked up again at her mom. “Give up?”

Marcia was hopeless. “Yes?”

Amy was triumphant. “This… is my Sasha!!” She patted herself. “’Cause, then, I can have Sasha be here with me, all the time…” She bit her lip. “And, I can always make Sasha feel good… and Sasha can always make me feel good.” She flopped back up to snuggle against me.

Gazing back up at Marcia, I raised an eyebrow. To be honest, I was probably as conflicted as she was by then.

Amy was tracing circles around my navel, then suddenly raised her head. “Oh, and Mommy? Sasha kissed my bottom, too! It was great!”

I kissed the top of Amy’s head, still holding Marcia’s gaze. “You know, baby girl… your mommy has wanted to kiss your bottom for a long time.”

Amy stared at her mother. Marcia said, “Ohh, well, it’s not exactly–”

“Really, Mommy? You do?”

Marcia stood, speechless, her mouth open. I said, “Come on, Mommy… tell her.”

She looked at me fearfully, then at her daughter. “Well, yes, I… I suppose I… yes, I did want to…”

Amy rolled over onto me, presenting her bare bum to Marcia. She looked up at her mother. “You can kiss my bottom if you want, Mommy.”

Marcia was paralyzed, caught up between her morals and her lust. There was Amy’s little bottom, bare and open to her. Years of dreaming…

Amy spoke again. “Kiss my bottom, Mommy…”

Marcia looked my way. I nodded. She lowered herself slowly onto the bed, gazing at her daughter’s smooth, perfect skin, the two divine little butt cheeks waiting for her. Was this, too, a dream? She saw me watching her, and again, I nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Marcia brought her lips to Amy’s bottom. She placed a gentle kiss on one cheek, then shivered, as if she’d had a glimpse of heaven. A kiss on the other cheek. Ohhh my God… 

Amy looked over her shoulder. “Sasha put her tongue in my butthole, too, Mommy.” She shifted against me, opening herself further. “Do you want to do that?”

Such a remarkable viewpoint I had — watching my young lover’s mother, wide-eyed, gazing hungrily at her daughter’s anus. “Go ahead… Mommy,” I murmured, smiling.

Marcia put both hands on her daughter’s cheeks. “Oh, my…” She spread them apart. “Ohh…” Then she pressed her face into Amy’s crack.

“Ooh… that’s so nice,” Amy sighed as she felt her mother’s tongue. “Ohh, Mommy… I feel you inside me…”

I cupped my hands around Amy’s dimpled cheeks. She looked down at me, her eyes half-closed. “Kiss me, baby girl.” And she swooped down, her little mouth open, and we started kissing, deeply, deeply, kissing and sucking. As Mommy drove her tongue deep into her daughter’s asshole, Amy kissed me and kissed me, sighing, whimpering and moaning. I felt and tasted her inner self, her excitement, her love.

***

Well. Amy got her wish. Believe it or not — we did marry! She was nineteen, I… well, okay, I was thirty-nine. Yes, all right, just short of forty, but who cared? I certainly didn’t, and Amy… oh, lord, Amy couldn’t have cared if I was eighty — she said. I kind of doubt that, seeing how she was such a sexual little bitch! Anyway, me being forty still worked very, very well.

And her mother visited us frequently. Marcia, God love her, had completely submerged herself into her role as sexual ‘NPC’ — she was our go-to fantasy player. And she absolutely thrived on it! I’d email her character breakdowns, and she’d arrive all set to assume whatever role we’d chosen for her.

Whether it was: ‘Mother of Ivy-league candidate, willing to do anything to get in’… or, ‘Mother of hapless teen caught at customs with contraband, ready to do anything to set things straight’… or…

You name it, Marcia is very, very willing to play. And we all have delicious fun.

And, my God, that is one of the uncountable things I love about my Amy. She knew me. I myself considered myself to be unknowable — but Amy knew me. From the start. At age eleven. She got me. And, heck, we knew we had to wait and wait until we could live openly as lovers. In this particular day and age, we must do as things are done. But when she, at that wonderful moment, told me that she wanted us to marry… I knew, too. It simultaneously broke and healed my heart.

We will ‘do sex’ until we can’t do sex. But I will be with Amy until the end. And I will always, always, know… that her Sasha will be there with her.

The End