Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Rachael Yukey

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

The ride out to Julie’s grandparents’ farm takes about ten minutes, heading west. There’s a state highway that runs smack dab through the middle of the county and goes right past our town, and their place is on that highway. I’ve ridden past it a gazillion times but never knew who owned it. But I’ve noticed it, because as you drive through a valley you can look south and see the homestead maybe an eighth of a mile away, and I’ve always wondered how you got down there from the road.

As it turns out, you get there by taking a driveway at the top of the hill on the west side of the valley. I was always fooled because there are two houses on the property and one is just a little way up the driveway at the top of the hill. I thought that was the only place the driveway led. But you can drive right past that house, then the driveway hooks left into the valley and leads to the homestead.

It’s a pretty place. There’s an old barn that obviously hasn’t seen cows in a really long time, along with a few rundown outbuildings. I saw flower gardens that had mostly gone a late-fall brown, and the yard was full of trees. In the backyard there was a giant wooden playhouse shaped like a castle. On the opposite side of the driveway were the fields, which were nothing at the moment but cut-off soybean stalks.

I couldn’t help comparing it to the farm I live on. The houses aren’t that different; they’re both really old farmhouses that started out as two-story rectangles and have been added onto a few times. But everything else was different. When my grandpa switched from dairy to cash grain back in the ’80s, they tore down the barn and outbuildings and built a couple of big machine sheds and a storage facility for the crops. It’s all steel-sided pole buildings and aluminum grain tanks, and most of the trees were taken out to make it easy to move big machinery around. A nice, modern Minnesota farm.

But this place is like being taken back thirty years. I love how it’s so far from the highway. The gravel road that runs by our place is only twenty yards or so from our front door, and I’m always getting woke up early by the milk trucks that come roaring by first thing in the morning.

I learned on the drive over that Jason’s parents have never been farmers. His grandpa bought the place when he retired from the army in 1970 and ran a dairy there for about ten years, but he sold the cows in the early ’80s when new milk laws meant he’d have to spend a lot of money on improvements to the barn. He had army retirement so he didn’t work after that. Jason’s father Willie ended up inheriting the place, and when he retired he and Helen moved there.

The newer house close to the highway is where Jason’s youngest sister lives. They let Jason’s uncle farm the fields, but not much else is going on with the property. Lots of the old dairy farms around here are like that. There are just as many cows being milked now as there were thirty years ago, but these days they’re concentrated on a smaller number of farms that milk hundreds of cows. So most of these cool-looking old dairy barns are unused and starting to fall down, and the cropland gets rented out.

Julie’s grandpa Willie was sitting outside smoking a cigarette. He’s a huge guy; I mean he’s gotta be six foot six or something like that. He’s got a big belly and a scraggly beard. His hair is going from black to gray, but the beard is almost all gray. I think he’d look better without it. He limps when he walks, and I remembered Julie telling me that his time in the army messed up his knees pretty bad.

Julie hugged him and introduced us, then she showed me around the homestead. We’re allowed to go anywhere but the barn, which is incredibly old and could collapse at any time. The castle playhouse, on the other hand, is really cool, and we goofed around in it until Helen called us in for supper.

She’d made spaghetti, and it was delicious. While we ate, Willie told us long, kinda rambling stories about when he was in the army. The most interesting one was about his knees, and how they got messed up. Turns out it didn’t happen in combat, but when he crashed a jeep into a tree because his front tire blew out. “Never got a damn Purple Heart for it, either,” Willie said, then let loose with a big booming laugh.

After supper, he went into his little office to play games on his computer. Helen had some old fashioned board games, so Julie and I spent a while playing Sorry! with her.

While we were playing, Helen mentioned her sewing and craft room. Julie told me, “Oh, you have to see that, Mallory. It’s amazing!” I was into it, so after we finished our game, the three of us went upstairs. Right at the top of the stairs is Willie and Helen’s bedroom, and you walk through that to get to the craft room.

Julie was right – it’s pretty amazing. First, there’s an impressive collection of toys that Helen keeps for her grandchildren. Jason has lots of brothers and sisters, and most of them have kids.

Then Helen showed us her sewing projects, like making Barbie doll clothes. She also has these big compartmentalized shelves full of all different kinds of craft supplies. “I like to collect interesting materials,”  she said with a laugh “but I never seem to get around to doing anything with them.”

I spotted a big pile of large dried tree mushrooms on a bottom shelf that were probably 6-10 inches across and a smoky whitish color. My mind instantly sprang to my A.L. art project… what an awesome medium for line drawings! I bent down to look more closely.

“Do you like those?” Helen asked.

I nodded. “Where do you get them? I have an art project coming up that I think something like this would be really cool for. If I know where to look, I’ll have my mom buy me some.”

Helen laughed. “Oh, I don’t buy them. There’s a big old oak tree in the woods up across the field that they grow on, and I’ve been collecting them in the fall for a few years now. They’re like everything else on this shelf… I keep thinking I’ll use them for something and never do. If you intend to make something out of them, help yourself!”

My jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Oh, sure. I get more every fall… you’re looking at three years worth. In fact, I haven’t gathered any yet this year, so if you want we can all walk up there tomorrow morning and we’ll get fresh ones. They’ll still be a little soft, but it doesn’t take them long to dry once you get them inside.”

I felt a big goofy smile taking over my face.“That’d be awesome!” I hooted. “Thank you so much, Helen! I promise to do something pretty with them.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” she said. “Remind me tomorrow, and we’ll find a box to send them in.”

Helen had us each pick out a doll dress pattern we liked, then she sat down to her sewing machine while Julie and I went downstairs to watch a movie. We rummaged through the DVDs and found a live action Scooby Doo movie that looked promising, then changed into our nightwear in the bathroom. Julie put on pajamas, and I wore my favorite nightie. The living room fold-out had already been opened for us, and Julie went to a closet and got blankets and stuff. We made popcorn in the air popper and settled in to watch our movie.

Julie’s grandparents might live in a run-down old farmhouse, but they have a great surround sound system and a HUGE television set. The movie really wasn’t all that good, but it was still fun because it was almost like being in a movie theater. About two thirds of the way through we heard Willie’s heavy footsteps clomping up the stairs, and a minute or two later Helen came downstairs, poked her head into the living room, and informed us they were going to bed.

After the movie was over Julie and I took turns using the bathroom and brushing our teeth, then she turned out the living room light. We crawled under the covers and snuggled up close.

We lay in silence for a few minutes. All my senses were tingling. Julie’s warm body pressing against mine, her breathing, her soft hair tickling my face… it was like I had a super-intense awareness of all these things. And yet again, that familiar tingly feeling was washing over me.

That’s when I knew what Megan Frost said was right; I’m into girls. I can’t even try to convince myself it’s not a real thing anymore. And more important, I’m into Julie. Big time. I’m not sure I’m in love with her, but I do know that I don’t just see her as a friend. And at that moment, I wanted to kiss Julie all over, put my hands all over her body, see her naked…

I didn’t do any of these things, but it was close. I only held back because I didn’t know how Julie would react, and I can’t bear to even think about doing something that might make her stop liking me.

I was busy trying to focus on anything else in the world so I could go to sleep, then Julie spoke up. “I’ve been thinking a lot,” she said in a half whisper, “about the things Megan said to us yesterday. What about you?”

“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.

“I think she’s right, at least about me,” said Julie. “I’m probably gay. I tried touching myself last night and pretending I was with a guy, and it totally didn’t work. It not only didn’t work, but it was kind of yucky. Have you tried that?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It does okay for me if I think about an older guy, like in high school or a grownup. Guys our age, not so much. But…” I sighed. “I mostly think about girls.”

“So maybe you’re bisexual, like Lisa?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I don’t think I am,” said Julie. “It doesn’t matter who it is, guys just don’t work for me. I mean, I thought of the best-looking man I know of and I waited until I was right about to… you know, come… and started thinking about him. I didn’t come. Then I started thinking about a girl again, and it happened.”

“How do you feel about that?” I wondered.

“Not too bad, now that I’m getting used to the idea. I mean, I think people just are what they are and like Dad says, it’s not wrong if nobody gets hurt. What scares me the most…” she stopped and took a big breath. “What scares me the most is who I keep thinking about.”

I knew what she meant; we’d talked about it the day before. “You mean me.”

“Uh-huh. How do you feel about that?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Really good. Because it means you like me and you think I’m pretty. And also, because I think about you too. I told you that.”

“All the time, or some of the time?”

“Most of the time. I think about other people too, sometimes. But you’re my favorite.”

Julie cracked up. “Like your favorite flavor of ice cream?” she asked between giggles. I started giggling too.

“Yeah, something like that,” I managed to get out. We got quiet again.

“Are you excited about going to Megan’s house Sunday?” asked Julie.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m not sure what she has in mind, but she knows where we’re coming from. And she’s really pretty.”

“She sure is.” Julie sighed. We were quiet for a while, then she said, “We should get some sleep. But I’m not sure I can.”

“Me either,” I told her.

Julie’s eyes fastened on mine in the dim moonlight coming through the window. “ For the same reason, huh?” she asked.

“I think so.”

So she was turned on too. Knowing that pushed my own arousal up to a whole new level! My panties were already wet, and my breathing was growing unsteady. Time to do something about this, I decided. I was feeling bold again, the way I had a couple days before in Lisa’s room. It’s not like me at all… but I was really starting to like this new version of myself.

I pressed my cheek against hers. “If you were alone right now,” I whispered, “would you touch yourself?”

“I’d have done it twenty minutes ago,” she whispered back. I could feel her lips brushing my ear as she spoke.

“I can’t stop thinking about Wednesday,” I told her. “You know, what it was like to touch you. How your pussy felt to my fingers, and how amazing it was to make you come. Especially since it was your first time ever to have an orgasm.”

“Tell me what my pussy felt like, Mallory,” she said.

“Warm, and soft. So wet. And you know what was even better? The way your body felt next to mine when you came. Shuddering, thrashing around. I loved how you lost control. It made me happy to do that for you.”

I could feel Julie trembling by my side. “Mallory…” she whispered. “You’re making me crazy. And we’re in my grandparents’ living room. They’re right upstairs!”

Whatever, I thought. These old houses are all the same, just like mine or Julie’s. Nobody can use the stairs without everybody in the house knowing about it.

“Is there any way they could get down here without us hearing them first?”

Julie thought for a moment, then smiled. “No.”

She was on her side facing me, and I nudged her shoulder till she was lying on her back. Under the covers, I placed a hand on her knee, then slowly ran my fingers up her thigh. Even through the thick material of her pajamas it had an immediate effect. Julie drew a shuddering breath as I barely grazed her mound, making my way to the softness of her belly. I slipped my hand beneath her shirt and caressed the smooth skin.

Julie shivered – then she reached down to take my hand away.

I froze. Had I gone too far?

“Not yet, Mallory,” she whispered in my ear. “You already took care of me the other night. So now, you get to be first. I want to touch you the way you touched me. Because I love you… and I want to make you feel amazing. Can I?”

Could she? I was on fire with arousal, my body tingling from head to toe. I laid down flat on my back, spreading my legs wide apart. Then I took her hand under the blanket, guiding it down towards my lower half while pulling my nightgown up past my knees. I placed Julie’s hand on the inside of my thigh, mere inches below my throbbing pussy. She inched her hand upward, then traced her finger along the crease between my thigh and my vulva. Without meaning to, I raised my hips in response to her touch.

Her fingers then spread themselves out over the top of my center, teasing me through my underwear. I thrust my hips again.

Julie giggled. “Your panties are wet.”

Well, no kidding. But I didn’t know they had soaked all the way through!

“Bet yours are, too,” I whispered back.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she taunted.

Now, there’s no way I could back down from that challenge. I returned my hand to her belly and slipped it under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. My fingers snaked across her panties until I was touching her slit through the thin fabric. Definitely damp!

“Juicy,” I smugly informed her.

“Not as juicy as you’ll be when I’m done with you,” she shot back. She applied some pressure and began to move her fingers in a circle.

A powerful wave hit me, and I pushed hard against her fingers. I laid my hand flat over the front of her panties so I was sort of cupping her, my fingertips curled over her vagina. Another wave hit, and this time I whimpered. It was an effort to keep from moaning out loud.

Now her fingers teased their way underneath the waistband of my panties. It was a tight fit, so I lifted my butt and reached down to push my underwear past my knees, using my free hand. Her fingers teased my throbbing outer lips, then slipped between them. She traced around the edge of my vagina where I was the wettest, up the inside of one of my lips, then down the other. I inhaled sharply at the sensation of Julie’s fingertips brushing past my clit.

Finally her fingers crept up the middle until they were resting on my clit, then she moved them in a slow circle.

Another wave of pleasure washed over me, and I gasped, pressing myself against her hand.

She smiled at me and picked up the pace, still using a butterfly-like touch. It was totally working, too. My breath hitched and tore at the sensations that flowed through my body. It was an effort to keep myself from crying out.

When her fingers would start to go dry she’d dip them down to where moisture flowed freely from my opening, then bring them back slippery wet. I could feel those juices running down the crack of my butt, soaking the back of my nightgown.

I began moving my fingers, which were still cupping Julie’s pussy through her panties. Just clenching and unclenching them. She responded quickly, her breath starting to catch as she began moving her hips against my hand in a jittery rhythm.

I was getting close, the waves coming close together and getting more and more intense.

Julie applied a little more pressure to my clit, and that was all it took to push me over the edge.

As my orgasm ripped through me, my knees came together like they usually do when I come,my body arched up from the bed, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.

When my ecstasy began to fade, I gently took Julie’s hand away from my vulva. Her fingers were gooey, and I laced my fingers with hers and gave them a squeeze.

Julie squeezed back. She was moving her hips almost frantically against my hand now, and I was loosening and tightening my fingers in time with her thrusts. Her breath was short, sharp, and ragged as she turned her head to the side and laid it on my shoulder. Her panties were drenched now, making my fingers sticky with her juices.

It didn’t take much longer for Julie to come. She clamped her thighs around my hand, hips pumping like crazy and she buried her face in the hollow of my neck. A muffled, “MMMmmmmmm!” sound escaped from behind her tightly sealed lips. She suddenly froze for a few seconds, then collapsed against me.

We lay there for a long moment. Julie gave a long, shivery sigh. Her head still rested on my shoulder, and our fingers were still laced together. It was a moment I wanted to last forever.

I realized I was drifting off. I shook myself awake, then kissed Julie on the forehead. She turned her face to meet mine. Our noses were touching.

“Did I do a good job?” she whispered.

“It was amazing,” I replied.

My hand was still inside her pajama bottoms. I took it out,  brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed. Her aroma was strong and musky.

“I like the way it smells, too,” said Julie. “My pussy, I mean. Do you think that makes us weird?”

“I like the taste of it, too,” I admitted.

“I’ve never thought about tasting it,” said Julie.

I slid my sticky fingers into my mouth and sucked on them. The flavor was getting me worked up all over again, but I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to get started again at this hour.

Julie unlaced her fingers from mine, then slipped her hand between my legs, touching me where I was still really juicy. She brought it out and took a deep sniff, closing her eyes as she savored it. Then she slipped the finger into her mouth. She sucked on it for a really long time, and finally smiled at me.

“I better watch out,” she said. “That’s kinda getting me going again…”

We both kind of cracked up, but kept it quiet.

I rooted around under the covers until I found my underwear and slipped them back on. They were pretty damp, but whatever. I pulled my nightgown down, noticing it was also damp in the back from when Julie was fingering me. Julie adjusted her pajama bottoms, and we pulled the covers up to our chins. She was lying on her back, so I rolled onto my side and put an arm around her. She pulled me close.

Julie passed right out, but I lay awake for a little while, thinking over what had just happened.

We crossed a line last night. Julie and I weren’t just helping each other. Heck, we can’t even pretend that’s what it was. Maybe it wasn’t quite lesbian sex, but it was something pretty close to it. We were enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other pleasure, and I think that’s what making love is.

I have to face it: I’m gay, or at least bisexual, and I’m already doing sex stuff with another girl at age eleven. Can I stop? I don’t think so. I know I don’t want to.

God, if you’re out there, you’ve hit me with a temptation I can’t fight, and it’s your fault, not mine. So deal with it.

On to Chapter Nine!

 

A brief recap: In Chapter One, our heroine Katia goes to a motorcycle rally, where she has her first-ever sexual experience with two young women named Fire and Trace. It’s enough to convince her that she is a lesbian. In this next chapter, Katia has returned home to ordinary life. It sure won’t stay ordinary for long, though…

 

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

A few months later, I was at the living room table doing some revision on a piece I’d written about housing issues, part of the journalism course I was taking. Beth, my younger sister, went tearing through the room with her best friend Rachel in hot pursuit. “Little fucker, wait till I catch you!” Rachel shouted.

“Hey – language, Rachel,” I called after her.

She came to an abrupt halt, then shambled back over to where I sat, wearing a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Katia. It sorta slipped out.”

I glanced up. Wow, she sure looks cute today, I thought. “That’s okay. And maybe don’t run around like that, okay? You guys might break something.”

Rachel did a little curtsy, gave me an impish wink and declared, “Anything you say, Miss.” She blew me a kiss, then disappeared up the stairs.

Cheeky little bugger, I said to myself, then carried on with my work.

The next day, I was still chipping away at my article, compiling a list of my sources. Rachel was there again, and she was sitting on the sofa with Beth. They started playfully poking at one another, and that snowballed into a tickling match that had both girls thrashing about, squealing with laughter.

I turned to ask them to either keep the noise down or take it upstairs, but the words died on my lips. Rachel had both legs up in the air, and her panties were in plain view. I found myself staring, then suddenly realised she was watching me. She grinned as I hastily turned away, my face getting hot.

What’s going on here? I asked myself, now totally embarrassed. Why am I checking out my kid sister’s friend, for fuck’s sake?

Later, I was in the kitchen making myself a coffee when Rachel sauntered in. “Beth said to grab a couple of ice lollies,” she said, “is that okay?”

“Sure. They’re in the freezer,” I said, then watched her open the door. Our refrigerator has its freezer down at the bottom, so she had to crouch down to rummage around. Her thighs were parted, and she was bent over far enough to give me an excellent view of her panties. I barely managed to avert my eyes before she stood, a frozen treat in each hand.

“Thanks, Katia,” she said, a hint of amusement in her eyes. Oh, fuck – did she catch me peeking again?

“No problem,” I answered, trying to seem less than completely unnerved. Then I realised she was looking at my tits, not my face. I was wearing a thin t-shirt and a skimpy bra, and the shape of my nipples could easily be seen through the thin fabric. My heart was racing.

Casually peeling the wrapper from one of the ice lollies, Rachel gave it a long, slow lick, “Mmm, nice,” she purred. She scrunched up the wrapper and dropped it in the waste bin, then turned and exited the room, giving her bum a little side-to-side shimmy on the way.

She’s bloody well flirting with me, I thought. No, that can’t be it. But what if it is? Christ, she’s only twelve.

***

That weekend, Rachel turned up again, this time wearing a tight-fitting top and cut-down shorts. With a shock, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. God, she might as well have gone topless.

Giving me a strange look, Beth turned to Rachel. “Go on up, Rach… I’ll be there in a mo.”

I watched Rachel as she went up the stairs – well, to be honest, I was really watching her arse. Those shorts were so tiny that I could see the bottoms of her bum cheeks.

When I turned away Beth was standing there, hands on her hips, glaring at me. “Are you perving on my friend?” she demanded.

A hit too hastily, I said, “Don’t be stupid.” But I felt my face colouring.

“Well, I think you are, and I don’t like it one bit!” Then she flounced off, clearly upset.

Fuck! Okay, I was perving on Rachel, and now Beth knew it. Rachel probably knew it as well. Once again, I asked myself the question that had lurked at the back of my mind all week: was my sister’s friend really flirting with me, or was I just imagining it? How could I find out for sure?

Which only led to another question: why was I getting so fucking aroused by a twelve-year-old girl? My time at the bike rally had been more than enough to convince me I liked girls a whole lot more than boys, and I was perfectly fine with that, but I certainly hadn’t bargained on anything like what I was feeling for Rachel. I’d already rubbed myself off three times that week thinking about her. The first time, I just pictured Rachel naked; after that, I fantasised about the two of us having sex.

By then, I was too restless for schoolwork, so I went upstairs and called out, “I’m taking a shower; anyone need to use the bathroom first?”

From behind her bedroom door, Beth called out, “Nope, go ahead.”

Taking my shower, I felt the temptation to masturbate, all the while imagining what it would be like to make out with Rachel beneath the flowing water. But then I decided not to.

Back in my room and feeling fresher, I got dressed. I picked a top with long underarm cuts, then checked myself in the mirror. Yep, there was a nice view of my sexy blue bra. Then I thought, Oh, what the fuck, and off came the bra. Then I slipped into a pair of snug shorts that really showed off my legs.

I had no idea why I was doing this. It’s not like I was planning to do anything with Rachel… but at the same time, I wanted her to see me as sexy, someone worth crushing on.

Back downstairs, I was standing at the table arranging my papers when Rachel entered. She stopped dead in her tracks. I pretended not to notice, and carried on with what I was doing. Bending forward, I reached for a document at the far end of the table, knowing it would make my boobs sway beneath the skimpy top, and that she’d have a good look at them through the large side cuts. Did I hear her stifle a tiny gasp?

A wicked impulse hit me, one I couldn’t resist acting on. I didn’t turn to face her, just said, “You like my tits, Rachel? You’re certainly having a good look.” Then I raised my head, meeting her eyes.

She didn’t look at all like someone who’d just been caught out. Instead, she smiled and said, “They’re beautiful. I’ve been wanting to see them, y’know.”

I replied, “Yeah, I sort of noticed. That’s why I decided to give you a better view.”

She parted her lips to speak, but before she could, Beth called down the stairs, “Come on, Rach… what are you doing down there?”

Rachel gave me another smile before she went, one that turned me to jelly inside.

***

Half an hour later, the sound of angry voices came from upstairs. Strange, I’d never known Beth and Rachel to fight. Before long, Rachel came tearing down the stairs, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Rachel?” I called out, but it was too late. She stalked out, slamming the front door behind her.

Going upstairs. I could hear Beth crying, too. Standing before her door, I gently knocked.

“What do you want?” she shouted from the other side. Before I could answer, my sister yanked the door open, glaring at me through her tears. “It’s all your bloody fault anyway, s-so leave me alone!” she wailed, then began to sob again.

I knelt before Beth, placing a hand on her shoulder. At least she didn’t shake it off. “For God’s sake, Beth, it’s me, your sister. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Now what’s the matter?”

Beth’s lower lip was trembling, but her eyes still shone with anger. “You, trying to steal my best friend! Rachel told me. She says she likes you. Won’t stop g-going on about how pretty and sexy you are.”

“Oh, Beth. I’d never take your best friend away. You two are great together; I wouldn’t mess that up.”

She folded her arms, still staring down at me. “So why do you keep looking at her?”

Fucking hell. No getting out of it now – I had to be truthful with my sister. I got to my feet, then sat at the foot of her bed. “You were right, Beth. I was perving on your friend. I’m a lesbian… and God knows why, but I fancy Rachel. I’m pretty sure she feels the same.”

Beth’s eyes widened. “You… you’re gay?”

I slowly nodded. “I met these women at the bike rally, and I, um, did things with them. We had an amazing time, and after that… well, I knew I liked girls.”

“And you like Rachel? But she’s – I mean, she’s practically still a kid! Don’t you want a girlfriend who’s more, y’know, close to your age?”

“I know it’s weird, but…” I fell silent. How could I explain, when I didn’t understand it myself! “I… I think there are times when you don’t get to decide who you like, it just happens. I didn’t mean to start crushing on Rachel, but I did. You’ve got to understand, though – I’m not trying to steal her from you! It’s a completely different feeling. There’s no reason you two should stop being friends.”

Beth furrowed her brow as she pondered my words. Finally she said, “So you aren’t trying to make Rachel like you more than she does me.”

“No, no. It’s not the same kind of liking.”

She thought for a moment more, then shrugged. “I s’pose that’s okay, then.”

I stared at my sister in disbelief. “Omigod, Beth, d’you really mean that? You and Rachel will still be friends, even if she and I are… well, having it off? Not that I’m actually going to do anything with her!” I quickly added. “But if I did, you wouldn’t mind?”

“Nope,” she said, now grinning. “Now that I think about it, you and Rach being girlfriends sounds kinda cool, long as me and her are still besties.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why I got so mad at Rachel… it just seems silly now. In fact, I’m gonna call her and apologise!”

Before I could say a word, Beth raced out of my room and was barreling down the stairs.

Half an hour later, my sister was sprawled out on the couch with her phone, chatting avidly with Rachel. They were laughing again, sharing school gossip and discussing pop singers they liked, so things were obviously sorted. As for what might happen between Rachel and me, I had no idea.

***

That Saturday afternoon, I was stretched out on my bed idly thumbing through a magazine when my sister stuck her head in. “Hi, sis,” Beth said. “Me and Rach are going to the beach. Wanna come with us?”

I wasn’t about to say no, that’s for sure. In fact, I changed out of my jeans and worn flannel shirt into a snug pair of yoga pants, topped by my favourite Elvis Presley t-shirt, which I chose to wear without a bra.

It was overcast that day, so there weren’t many others headed to the beach. When we boarded the bus, it was almost empty. Beth got on first, then led us straight to the bench-seat at the very back. She sort of nudged me into the corner, Rachel sat next to me, then Beth took the spot next to her before the bus pulled into traffic.

As we rumbled down the road, I noticed Rachel and my sister holding hands, just like young friends do. Then Beth reached over to take my hand, which she casually placed on Rachel’s knee before getting up and moving to the seat in front of us.

I was absolutely stunned. What was Beth up to? How was I supposed to respond? I had no idea.

Leaning in close, Rachel whispered, “You can touch me if you want.” Shocked, I turned to look at her. I saw the hunger in her eyes, the need she felt for my caress.

This was the moment of truth. I could back away, or I could realise my soul’s desire. For the last few days I’d been trying to kid myself, thinking I was just crushing on Rachel with no intention of doing anything about it. You just think she’s hot, I repeatedly decided, but you don’t actually want to fuck her. Deep down inside, I must’ve always known I was lying. Now that little fib had blown up in my face.

I saw my hand touch Rachel’s knee, then watched it slide up her leg as if under someone else’s control. But it wasn’t. I was doing this, touching the softness of her inner thigh. Good sense told me, No, it’s wrong, you can’t do this. But those eyes of hers wouldn’t leave me alone. So much love, so much wanting… I was lost.

Rachel had a surprise waiting for me. I was expecting to touch the front of her panties, but found only the barely downed cleft of a twelve-year-old’s vagina. I felt hot and cold at the same time, my heart galloping wildly. Fuck me, I thought. She’s gone without knickers!

Using the tip of my middle finger, I began to stroke Rachel’s slit. She settled back into the bus seat, parting her legs for me. I heard her moan and utter, “Fuck, yes.” As she grew increasingly wet, I let my fingers carefully separate the labia, opening her enough to ease one inside. Her eyes widened when I moved that finger around in tiny circles, massaging the walls of Rachel’s vagina.

Not wanting to chance breaking her hymen, I sought out and found the girl’s tiny clit, then gently rubbed it. Her mouth hung slack, hands tightly clasped by her sides, but she began to rock her hips in time with my feather-light strokes. I heard her say, “Oh, Katia, please do me. Make me feel good.”

I stole a quick glance at the bus driver’s mirror, enough to assure myself that the double seat in front of us was enough to block his view. No one else was close to the back of the bus, so we were safe. I pushed a fingertip inside Rachel again, while using my thumb to stroke her clit. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a sudden moan.

From one row up, Beth had her chin resting on the back of her seat, watching intently as I made love to her best friend. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing unsteady… Wait, is my sister masturbating? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but at least she was looking around every now and then to make sure no one else could see us.

I felt Rachel tense up, so I rubbed her clit even faster. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but didn’t dare.

A violent jerk shook her body, and she hastily covered her mouth again. Just in time, too, because seconds later, Rachel was coming. I felt her thighs quiver, then close to trap my hand between them. By then, her pussy was dripping wet, and so were my fingers.

She rode her orgasm all the way, then seized my wrist. “Th-that’s lovely, Katia, but please – please stop.”

I withdrew my hand, and Rachel relaxed, giving me a sleepy smile. “I’ve been dreaming about this, y’know. You touching me, making me feel good, So, so good. I love you, Katia.”

“I… I love you too, Rachel.”

“Fucking hell!” I heard Beth quietly exclaim. I looked up to see a huge grin on her face. “I never saw anything like that before. You guys were amazing together; It was way cool.”

“See, I told you how great it is to be with girls,” said Rachel. “You ought to try it, Beth!”

My sister gave a thoughtful nod. “Yeah… maybe I should. I sure can’t imagine any boy making me feel that good!”

“Boys are all wankers,” said Rachel, her lip curling slightly. “You’re better off without ‘em.”

The rest of the day passed like a dream for me, even though there were no further opportunities to touch or kiss Rachel, or for her to return the favour. Even the bus home was crowded. But she promised that we two would get together soon. Her idea was for Beth to have her over to spend the night, then she’d sneak into my bedroom when my parents were asleep.

“Why can’t Katia come to my bedroom?” Beth protested. “I want to see you guys fuck for real. Clothes off and everything!”

A day earlier, I would’ve told Beth to stop being a Nosey Parker and go find her own bloody girlfriend… but something about having my little sister watch while I fingered her best friend really turned me on. Am I one of those girls who likes doing sexual things while other people watch? I wondered. Well, other girls, anyhow. I couldn’t imagine letting a bloke see something like that.

“What, you only want to watch us?” Rachel shot back. “Bo-ring! Why not strip off and join the party?” She gave my sister’s thigh a squeeze. “I’d totally do you both at the same time.”

“Rachel!” my sister gasped, shocked in spite of herself. “God, you’re soooo bad.” I noticed she didn’t say no, though.

When we arrived at our bus stop, Beth and I exchanged goodbyes with Rachel, who hugged my sister, then gave me a quick kiss, “See you soon,” she whispered, then she set off for home. Beth and I silently watched her stroll around the corner, then we left too.

My sister and I didn’t talk much the rest of the way home. Too much to think about, I guess. Finally I said, “That girl’s really something.”

Beth broke into a huge grin. “Isn’t she? But she’s amazing, too, huh? I’m not sure why I got fluff up my nose about Rachel crushing on you. Now, I like the idea of you two being girlfriends.” Just then, we rounded the corner and our house came into view. My sister squealed, “See ya!” and raced ahead, leaving me somewhat confused. What was going on in that busy little head of hers?

***

The next day I was filled with conflicting emotions. I’d never had a boyfriend, nor much wanted one. At the same time, I’d never given much thought to messing about with girls. Bikes had been my life until I went to that rally, where Fire and Trace awakened something in me, something big. Now I was a lesbian, on the verge of starting my first real romantic relationship… with a girl of twelve, for fuck’s sake!

I wanted Rachel, that much I knew for certain. But she was just a kid. And what did that make me? Some kind of queer pervert. It wasn’t just a sex thing, I knew that much – I genuinely cared for her. But let’s face it, normal teenage girls don’t have it off with twelve-year-olds.

Just after lunchtime, I heard Rachel’s voice. She was out in the backyard, chatting with Beth. A mixture of panic and a frantic need to see her swept through me. Mum was still busy in the kitchen, and she hadn’t made up her mind whether she was going golfing or not. So the last thing I wanted was to run into Rachel if she came inside, for fear of Mum seeing us together. My mother is very perceptive, and I could totally see her noticing the feelings I had for my little sister’s best friend.

Instead, I went up to my room, where I logged into Saphoria, my favourite all-girl chat and pics website. I needed something to take my mind off Rachel. I had only recently found the site through a link I stumbled on at Juicy Secrets, this lesbian sex story site I’d also been exploring.

Investigating Saphoria for the first time, I was shocked. All those nude photos of young girls! But the deeper I dug into the site, the more I got into that kind of thing. Juicy Secrets was much the same, only with words instead of images. Nearly every story there featured at least one underage character. Between the two sites, I was developing a serious taste for young stuff.

I logged into Saphoria, noticing there were no new messages for me, then began to look for hot pictures. It wasn’t long before I was in the teen section. So many preteen cuties, showing off their bodies and having a lovely time doing it. I was transfixed by the beauty of some of the girls I saw. Fuck me, I was getting seriously horny.

Half an hour later, I felt much better. I’d made myself come really, really hard while scrolling through the beauties I’d copied and saved. I made a final check of my inbox. Still nothing new, so I looked up the last conversation I’d had the previous day with this lesbian lady from Budapest named Toni.

I couldn’t believe some of the things I’d said! Sure, I had too much to drink, but even so, what I read really knocked me for a loop. She and I had worked up a joint fantasy, one where we explored sexual pleasures that I haven’t even experienced!

Fuck, I’m getting all hot and bothered again. Best go and have a shower.

When I got back to my room, freshly showered and in my bathrobe, I got a huge shock. Oh, God, Beth and Rachel were seated in front of my laptop!

They both looked up, wearing guilty expressions. Finally Beth mumbled, “Um, sorry, sis. We came to find you and heard you in the shower, so we decided to wait for you to finish up, so we could hang out.” She pointed at my laptop. “I saw this open, and I know we shouldn’t have looked at your personal stuff… but well, we sorta did anyway. Don’t be cross with us, okay?”

I crossed to the laptop. Shit! My conversation with the lesbian was still up. “How much of this did you read?” I asked them.

Beth looked down at the floor, “Well, all of it. Sorry, sis.” She looked back up, giving me a sheepish grin. “It is pretty hot.”

I couldn’t really be angry at the girls. It was my stupid mistake, leaving the site open. Had it been me looking, I’d have done exactly the same.

I glanced at Rachel, who was staring at me in awe. “Have you really done all those things?” she asked.

“Um, not all,” I admitted. “But I will someday.” What the hell, she already knew I was gay.

I went to the laptop, intending to shut it down before things got even weirder. “You’re not going to show us any more?” Beth pouted. “We were really getting into it!”

“I think you two have seen quite enough,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And why are you so interested, Beth? Do you even like girls that way?” My little sister seemed mostly obsessed with boy pop stars, getting huge crushes on one after another.

Beth actually blushed. “Well… I’m starting to think I do like girls. I’m not totally sure, but maybe, yeah.”

While I digested that bit of info, a new message popped up on my laptop. “Go sit over there while I look at this,” I told Beth and Rachel. They looked disappointed, but did what I said.

I opened the message, thrilled to discover it was Toni, my fantasy lover from the day before! I remember thinking I ought to ask her to get in touch with me later, when I was on my own, but I was too excited to wait. We exchanged a few words, getting flirty, then she started getting into the dirty stuff.

I quickly messaged her back. Maybe we should do this later. My little sister and her best friend are hanging out  with me.

I thought Toni would agree and log off. Instead, my friend did the exact opposite. Give them kisses for me, proper kisses!

Suddenly Rachel and Beth were standing behind me, looking over my shoulder and giggling.

Annoyed, I looked up at Rachel, but got caught up in the lustful look she gave me. “You haven’t actually kissed me yet,” she murmured.

Oh, fuck, I told myself. This is a REALLY bad idea. But I wanted to, so much it made me ache inside.

Rachel didn’t wait, just rushed into my arms. Just like that, we were kissing – hot, juicy kisses that made my head spin. She was inexperienced, of course, but learned what she needed to right away. We were getting hot and heavy, making out in my chair while Beth watched. Finally we drew apart, sharing bashful smiles.

Then Rachel shocked me in a big way. “You need to kiss Beth now!” she said.

“What?” I gasped. “I can’t do that, she’s my sister!”

“Why not? Your friend,” she pointed at the laptop, “she wants you to. So do I. Beth does too, I bet!”

I turned to look at my sister. Her cheeks were flushed, her pants undone – had she been fingering herself while I was kissing Rachel?

“How about it, Beth?” Rachel continued. “You told me just a little while ago how beautiful your sister is. Don’t you want her to kiss you?”

“I don’t know,” Beth mumbled, staring at her feet, the walls, anywhere but at me. “Um… maybe?”

I was treading on dangerous ground, that much I knew, but something about my sister’s shyness made me want to do this thing for her. Even if Beth could be a pest, I still loved her to bits.

Moving closer, I offered her my hand, but she made no move to take it. I think she was scared. “If you want, I’ll give you a kiss, Beth,” I told her. “Would you like that?”

She frowned, but after a moment, gave a quick nod, whispering, “Yes.”

Wrapping both arms around Beth’s tense body, I gently pressed my mouth to hers. She didn’t respond at first, just let me kiss her. I held the kiss for longer than I should have, until she began to relax a bit. When I pulled away, she had a puzzled look on her face.

The Inbox flagged up again with a new message from Toni. You will play with the girls some more? Thats what I MOST want to hear about! 

Then I saw there was an attachment. I clicked on it and – oh my God, it’s a video of two naked women, one licking the other’s pussy. The Inbox again: It’s me with a friend, you like this?

The video was long and intense, and I could feel myself getting wet. Toni’s next message said, Touching your cunt, yes?

It was too much for me. Right there, with my twelve-year-old sister and her friend looking on, I pulled up my skirt, pushed down my panties and kicked them to one side, then started fingering my pussy.

Within seconds, Rachel was doing the same, a pair of cute baby blue knickers shoved down to ring her knees. Beth stood open-mouthed, staring at us as we masturbated.

Another message popped up, and this time Beth moved to open it. It was a second video, carrying on where the other left off – only this time Toni and her lover were grinding their cunts together. Beth stared at the screen for a moment, then began to type. Was she telling Toni what we were doing?

Toni’s reply quickly popped up. You just let that pretty girl rub herself off? Or will you lick her?

That was enough to give me an orgasm, right then and there. My body jerked as those lovely, familiar feelings raged through me – and having Rachel and Beth watching the show made it even better.

Okay, so I’d come, but the words of the computer screen were taunting me, telling me to do something I knew I shouldn’t – which only made me more determined to do it anyway. So I got down on my knees in front of Rachel, watching the girl’s fingers as she toyed with her pussy.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I moved Rachel’s hands away and extended my tongue, getting my first taste of her. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. Using two fingers, I spread her open, then licked the pink interior, so tart and juicy.

I tongue-fucked Rachel for a minute or so before licking a path up to the button of her clit. She cried, “Oh… oh God, Katie, I – I love you!“

Wondering what Beth was up to, I stole a glance at her, oddly thrilled to see my baby sister with a hand down the front of her jeans, frantically rubbing away. She watched as I went down on Rachel, then turned to stare at the video, then back to us again.

My hands were cupping Rachel’s arse, and when I felt her tense there I knew she was about to come. Taking her clit between my lips, I teased it with a tiny nibble. Almost immediately, she exploded, a squirt of her liquid essence splashing my face, then dripping from my chin. Her body was jerking, and with each jerk, another splash. I caught most of it in my mouth. Mmm, she tasted divine.

Finally Rachel went limp, and I carefully guided her to the bed, where we flopped down together. She was breathing hard, but managed to give me a juicy kiss, moaning as she tasted herself on my lips and tongue.

I looked at my sister, whose eyes were screwed tightly shut as she masturbated, still leaning against my desk. Turning to Rachel, who was up on one elbow watching Beth, I whispered, “What do you think? Should we help her out?”

“Yes!” she squeaked, her eyes dancing with excitement.

Getting to our feet, Rachel and I advanced toward my little sister, who we grabbed and more or less tossed on the bed.

Beth was staring at us in mixed confusion and disbelief. Perhaps she was thinking of running away, but we were too fast for her. I reached for her jeans, pulling them down and off. Then Rachel seized the waistband of her panties and tugged. She held them to her face, breathing in the scent, then let them drop to the carpet.

Beth went back to fingering herself while we watched. Taking a moment to study my little sister’s masturbation technique, I realised she was clumsily rubbing her pussy lips. That’s no good, I told myself. She’ll never get off, doing it like that.

Honestly, I don’t know what got into me, other than the need to help my little sister. Nudging her hand aside, lay down between Beth’s thighs and licked the length of her slit. She was goggling at me, utterly shocked. But the die was cast, my tongue was inside her, and I had no intention of stopping.

I licked as deep as I could go, probing my sister’s cunt. Beth seemed as nervous as she was thrilled, but couldn’t run away – Rachel was hugging her close, kissing her neck, then she moved down to take a nipple into her mouth.

Beth soon began to respond, especially when I began paying special attention to her clit. It was barely protruding from beneath its fleshy hood; so tiny, but obviously aroused. I gently kissed it, then gave it a lick.

Her hands were twitching next to my face, clutched into two tight little fists. I licked faster, carefully easing the tip of a finger into her pussy. Now her hips were pressing into my face. I saw Rachel get up and move over to the laptop and begin to type as Beth started shaking.

My little sis was coming. It wasn’t a massive climax, but the look of wonder on her face was unmistakable.

Crawling up the bed to lie next to Beth, I took her in my arms, and we shared a gentle kiss. “Was that your first time?” I asked her.

She nodded, suddenly shy. “I – I get the feelings sometimes, but I don’t know how to finish.”

I gave Beth’s hand a squeeze. “Well, now you do. Love you, little sister.”

“Love you too,” she replied, then glanced over at her friend. “What’s Rachel doing?”

“Let’s see.” Beth and I got up and joined Rachel at my desk. “What are you writing?” I asked.

“Take a look,” she said, giving me her seat.

I scrolled back up and read, This is Rachel. Oh my god, its incredible! Katia is licking her little sister Beth. I think she likes it a whole lot. I sure did!

Then a picture came in, a very naughty one of a woman’s arse. This is me as well, it said.

I said, “Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” Rachel just gave a happy sigh.

But Beth asked, “Can I answer that, please?” I nodded, and she typed, I watched the words appear. I think your bum is SOOOO beautiful. Love, Beth xxx.

The answer came straight back, Hi Beth. Would you like to touch my bum? Put your finger inside? If you wish to, I will let it happen.

Beth hesitated for a few seconds and then typed again. I never used to look at girls that way before. but now, yes please, I’d like to touch you there. She thought again, then added, I’ve never really touched a bum hole, not even mine, now I totally want to. xxx.

Again, a quick answer. I’d touch your bum and kiss it, even lick inside. You like?

Beth whimpered, then I saw she was touching her pussy again. “Tell her what you’re doing,” I said.

She looked up at me. “Huh?”

“Tell her you’re fingering your pussy while looking at her pic. Believe me, she’ll like that.”

Now wearing a little grin, Beth began to type with one hand. It was a bit of a mess, but her meaning came through loud and clear. i got yyour pic in front of me. got my fingers in mypussy. now i’m gonna touch my bumhole and pretend its you whos doing t, sexy lady.

Back came the answer. Wet your finger in your pussy, then you can fuck your arse with it. Do it for me, make me come from thinking about what you do, thinking about you fucking yourself, pretty girl.

Rachel and I were standing behind my sister. We watched as she hiked her heels up onto the chair, her knees almost at her head. She dipped another finger into her pussy until it was coated with wetness, then awkwardly reached under herself.

“Ahhh… there we go,” Beth said, then she started fingering her anus. As for her left hand, she placed it between her legs and began to masturbate again.

Reaching over to the keyboard, I typed for Beth. My sister is fingering both her holes for you.

I felt Rachel’s hand touching my arse, so I stayed bent over. Is she going into my bum? I wondered. Sure enough, she pressed a fingertip against my rosebud, but failed to gain entry. “You have to get it wet first,” I told her.

Oh, yeah. Okay,” she said, and slipped the finger into her mouth. I bent over, waiting for it, and soon felt Rachel penetrate my rectum.

When Fire and Trace introduced me to lesbian sex, I quickly got a taste for all things anal. Fire especially loved to lick and finger my bumhole. Rachel was new to this kind of thing, but it still felt lovely. And the way I was bent over gave me a glorious view of Beth as she fucked herself. God, that was so hot. I started stroking my clit as Rachel’s finger moved in and out of my arse. I didn’t take long, I never do, and soon found myself panting my way through a shivery orgasm.

Moments later, I listened to Beth moaning as she approached her own climax. Then I watched a message from Toni unfold on the laptop. Fuck Im coming

Beth jerked in the chair, “Oh, fuck… oh, FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhh…”

We’d barely had time to recover when I heard the front door open and close downstairs. Shit! Mum was home. I blurted, “Quick, Beth – your room!” My sister and Rachel snatched up their things and beat a hasty retreat.

Seizing the laptop, I quickly typed, Mum’s home, got to go. Bye lover, then logged off.

“Katia?” I heard Mum call.

“Hi, Mum. Be down in a sec!” I called from the doorway, then hurried to get dressed.

On to Part Three!

by Rachael Yukey

Thursday, October 19th, 2006 (evening)

By the time I got on the bus this morning, I was totally freaking out. I was so sure that Julie was wishing yesterday hadn’t happened, and never wanted to even look at me again. The very thought scared me silly, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

But as it turned out, things were fine. The weather was really nice this morning… still chilly, but that nasty wind finally stopped blowing, and it did get a few degrees warmer. Julie was sitting on one of the benches next to the bike racks, chatting with Cindy Moen. When they saw my bus pull in they both got up and walked over. Julie hugged me tight, and Cindy said “Hi.” I said, “Hi” back, and the three of us headed for the cafeteria. I was able to breathe again.

Cindy’s the police chief’s niece. She’s been hanging with Julie off and on ever since Julie moved to town last year, and joined us for lunch a few times in the past couple of weeks. I thought at first she was just putting up with me because I was with Julie, but now I actually think we might become friends. I always thought I must be really unlikable because nobody talked to me much, but maybe that’s because I tend to hang back and keep to myself. Maybe if I give them a chance to get to know what I’m like, more people will like me. It’s something to think about!

Cindy is pretty but in a different way than Julie. Julie is tall and thin and has that lovely dark hair, but Cindy is shorter and chunkier. I don’t mean fat because she isn’t, but she’s from one of those Norwegian families that were the first settlers up here and have only ever married people from other Norwegian families.

According to my thesaurus, the word I’m looking for is stocky. A lot of people seem to think girls like that aren’t pretty, but I’m not one of them. I love Cindy’s round cheeks and chin, and that silky yellow hair. I’m blonde, but I’m not as blonde as she is. I caught my mind wandering, imagining Cindy and I doing some of the same stuff I did with Julie and Lisa the night before, and had to force my thoughts back to where I was.

School is the most boring place in the world. I know… duh! But seriously, this morning just dragged on forever. I like A.L. a lot more, because they give us interesting stuff to do and also because it’s challenging. The stuff they give us in regular school is either dull as dirt or just plain too easy. It only takes a couple of seconds to figure out the math they give us, then we keep basically doing the same problems over and over! And the books me and Julie read for fun are three or four levels above our reading assignments… but I guess maybe that’s why we’re in A.L., huh? Then there’s stuff like history and civics. I read somewhere that the average adult remembers less than 1% of the history they learn through twelve years of school. So what’s the point? You memorize the stuff, you pass the tests, and you probably don’t remember any of it after a week, because who cares?

The morning seemed to drag on forever and I thought lunch was never going to come, but it did. Cindy and a couple of other girls had lunch with us, so it wasn’t till we went outside for free time that Julie and I were able to be alone. We got away from the playground and walked down by the football field. We’re not really supposed to do that, but nobody pays much attention except when the really little kids are wandering around. They’re trying to get money in the city budget to put a big fence around the playground. It’s to keep us safe, they say. Safe from what? Are they scared one of Joe Christiansen’s donkeys is going to get loose and kick us to death? It’s not like big cities, where they say there’s a ton of scary people running around.

But right now there’s no fence, so we were able to slip away without being seen. I thought Julie would be dying to talk about what we did yesterday, but she had something else on her mind.

“What are you doing this weekend?” she wanted to know.

I thought about that for a moment. “I don’t think anything is happening… except church,” I added, rolling my eyes. “Why? Are we running off to the city to become movie stars or something?”

Julie made a face like she was seriously thinking about it. “Nah,” she finally said, “I’m saving that for my twelfth birthday.”

We both got giggling.

“Here’s the deal,” said Julie. “We have a big family vegetable garden out at my grandma and grandpa’s place. Everything’s been picked except the winter squash, but we’re supposed to get a hard frost sometime next week so that has to come in now too. We’re doing that this Saturday, since the weather’s gonna be nice. But Friday night I’m going out there to spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I asked Grandma if I can invite a friend and she said sure! Wanna come? It’s a really cool place with lots of stuff to do. We’ll be pretty busy Saturday afternoon but nobody will make you work; you can just hang out if you want. Think your parents will let you?”

“Probably,” I said slowly. “I’m starting to think they don’t care what I do, so long as I stay out of their hair and don’t embarrass them. I’ll ask! I’d love to come.”

“Great!” Julie said. “It’ll be tons of fun. But we’re going right after school tomorrow, so as soon as you get an answer call me, okay?”

I nodded, grinning. I didn’t know what Julie’s grandparents were like, but this sounded like a way better Friday and Saturday than anything happening at home!

There was a long moment of silence. We weren’t really walking at that point; just kinda hanging around by the announcer’s tower. Julie looked like she was thinking about something, and I just kept quiet while she worked it out.

Finally, she said, “I had another one last night after I went to bed.”

“You mean an…”

“Yeah, an orgasm.” She leaned back against the tower wall and looked up at the sky. “It took a long time,” she said finally, “and it wasn’t going well at first. I had to find the right thing to think about, like Lisa said.”

“But you found it,” I said. “Julie, that’s great!”

“Aren’t you going to ask what made it work for me?”

“If you want. I didn’t think it mattered that much.”

She closed her eyes, and her voice sounded like it was coming from far away.“I imagined that it was you touching me,” she said. “That’s what worked. I thought about you doing what you did yesterday for me, and then… us doing more.”

“More?”

“Yeah, more.” She looked down at her feet. “Almost like we were ladies from those sexy books. And instead of just helping me you were… you know…”

I put my arm around her waist and snuggled close. “It’s okay,” I told her. “I’ve had thoughts like that too. And you know…” I stopped. Did I want to go there? Julie was looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I had to tell her the truth.

“Yesterday, Julie—I felt like maybe I was doing more than just helping you. I wanted to make you feel good because I… because I love you. I’m feeling… ”

I didn’t have the words. I still don’t. But Julie got the point. She turned to face me, put both arms around me, and we just stood there holding each other.

“I just don’t want it to be weird,” she said. “Because you’re my best friend, and I love you too.” She gave a nervous laugh. Wow, this is all a little scary. Are you still, um, worried about sin?”

“Not like before,” I said. “To tell the truth, I’m getting tired of the whole thing. If I was made by God, why would he give me these, these feelings he says I shouldn’t have… and then expect me to keep them all bottled up? It’s starting to make me mad, just thinking about it. And I don’t even know what the Bible says about masturbating. I’m almost ready to do what Lisa said and ask your dad.”

We both started giggling at that. Breaking off our hug, Julie and I leaned back against the wall. “Lisa’s right about him knowing the Bible really good,” she said. “He used to read a lot when he was on tour because the bus rides were boring, and religion is one of the things he got interested in for awhile. He can tell you about all kinds of religious stuff, not just Christian. If you come with me tomorrow we’ll be going to my house and my grandma will pick us up there. Dad might be off on an ambulance call, but if he’s still there you can ask him anything you want.” Breaking off, she glanced around. “Hey, we’d better start heading back.”

I led the way around the side of the concession stand, then stopped in my tracks. There was a girl leaning against the wall with her legs crossed and her arms folded, right around the corner from where we’d been talking! A girl I know.

Her name is Megan Frost. She’s fifteen, and her mom goes to my church. Megan always used to come with her, but these days she’s only there once in awhile. She’s also in A.L. and rides the bus with us on Wednesdays, but we don’t see much of her because she always goes to the back with the rest of the older kids.

Her real hair color is light brown but she dyes it black and cuts it off a little above her shoulders. She wears a lot of black or dark-colored clothes and a bunch of jewelry that’s got a lot of metal instead of stones. I think it’s what the high school kids call goth. She was always a thin girl, but now it’s hard to tell what she looks like, what with the loose clothes she wears. She has really high cheekbones and dark brown eyes. I don’t think Megan has a lot of friends; mostly I see her by herself.

She was grinning at us. “Interesting conversations you guys have.”

Julie and I looked at each other, then back at her. All I could think was how much trouble we could be in if Megan told anyone what she’d just heard.

“Walk with me,” she said, tilting her head in the direction of the school. “I’m on study hall for the next hour, but if you guys don’t get back soon someone’s gonna notice.”

So we walked. Neither Julie or I could find anything to say. But that was okay, because Megan was doing all the talking.“Yeah, I was listening,” she said. “I’ve been catching this vibe from the two of you for the past few weeks. So when I saw you heading out of the playground today, I figured I’d tag along.”

My mind raced through the conversation we’d just had. Did we say anything about Lisa’s part in what happened yesterday? I was pretty sure we didn’t. We’d mentioned talking to her about masturbating being a sin, but that was different. I knew that Lisa would be in a pickle if anyone found out the whole story.

Finally Julie spoke up. “Are you going to get us in trouble?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Megan said, looking shocked. “I get you guys, you know? I mean, I’m gay. I didn’t figure it out till I was a little older than you, but I’m totally into girls.”

“Who says we’re gay?” I asked, trying to act indignant but probably just sounding scared.

Megan snorted. “Oh, please. So you ‘helped’ her get off yesterday? And you both are having fantasies about doing more than just helping? Maybe you’re into guys too, but don’t tell me you’re completely straight. And not only that, you two are totally into each other… whether you realize it yet or not.”

Julie and I looked at each other guiltily, then back at her. My mouth opened, then closed again. A couple of times. Every word Megan had said was true, and I knew it.

As we carefully slipped around the corner of the school building and back onto the playground, Megan slid in between us and put an arm around each of our shoulders. She’s way taller than me, but not that much more than Julie.

“So you’re busy tomorrow and Saturday,” she said. “Would you two wanna hang out Sunday after church? I have a deal with my mom that I don’t have to go to church all the time, but I’ll come and then we’ll ask your parents if you can come back to my place for a while, Mallory. We’ll tell ‘em it’s something for A.L. My mom works after church so it’ll just be us. Can you get away, Julie?”

Julie just stared at her, but I managed to find my voice. “What is it you want to do?” My mouth was dry.

“Oh, just hang out. Talk. It’s cool to have people around who understand some of the things you feel, and I don’t get much of that around here. And maybe I can help you guys sort out some of the things you’re feeling. I sure didn’t get any help when I figured out that I liked girls. What do you say? Julie?”

“I’m in,” said Julie. “Um, if Mallory can come, I mean. I know my dad will be fine with it.”

They both looked at me. “Okay,” I said. I knew Megan was right; my folks wouldn’t even blink. Megan was from the church, and we’d tell them it was a school thing.

Y’know, I just realized something: fibbing to my folks doesn’t bother me anymore, not even a little bit. I feel like it’s just survival!

That was when the recess monitor blew her whistle. Time to go in.

“See you Sunday!” Megan said.

School seemed to drag even worse after that, which I didn’t think was possible. All I wanted was to go straight home and ask my mom about Julie’s invitation to stay at her grandparents’ place.

As it turned out, Mom didn’t even stop to think about it when I asked; just said, “Yes,” and went back to watching her program. Awesome!

I went into the kitchen, dialed Julie’s house, and got her dad. “Hi, Jason,” I said.

“Hey, Mallory!” he replied. “Did you ask your folks about this weekend yet?”

“I sure did! Mom said it was fine. I’m calling to let Julie know.”

“She’s taking a bath,” he said, “but I’ll tell her. Just come with her to our place after school tomorrow. I’ll be on call for the ambulance, but hopefully I’ll see you before you leave. Bring a change of clothes and whatever else you think you need, and make sure you have stuff you can get dirty in. My mom will come pick you ladies up around four. You’ll stay the night at her place, then Lisa and I will come out Saturday morning. You’ll ride back with us at the end of the day and I’ll drop you off at home. Sound like a plan?”

“Sounds great!” I said. “Thanks, Jason!”

“No sweat,” he assured me, then his voice took a more serious tone. “Hey… you doing okay, kiddo?”

“I’m fine,” I told him. “It’s been pretty quiet here.”

“Good to hear. You know where we are if you need anything, got it?”

I thanked him again before hanging up. Then I ran upstairs and got everything packed for the sleepover before dinner.

After we ate, Mom drove to the church to help set up for something that’s happening there tomorrow morning, which meant I got some time to practice piano. My practicing has been really off and on lately, and I miss it. But Mom watches TV almost all the time now, and the piano is in the living room. Maybe I should ask for a keyboard for Christmas. It’d probably be too much money, though.

Never mind. This weekend is going to be AMAZING!

 

Friday, October 19th, 2006

Today was another super-long day in school. You know how when you’re really excited about something, it takes forever to happen? The whole day was like that. I was hoping to spend some alone time with Julie during free period but it was drizzling outside, so they sent us to the gym instead. But Cindy and a few other girls hung out with us, so that was fun, too.

Later on I passed Megan in the hall, and she winked at me. It gave me that tingly sensation, the one I seem to be getting a heck of a lot these days. I always thought she was pretty, but knowing she’s a lesbian AND that she knows about the things me and Julie have been doing makes her exciting, too. And Sunday we’re gonna be alone with her at her house… wow, just thinking about that makes me feel all hot and crazy inside

After school, Julie and I walked to her house. The sun was out by then and the wind wasn’t blowing, so it was pretty nice. It’s not going to be warm again till spring, but it was the kind of late fall afternoon that is just cool enough to be crisp and refreshing.

Lisa was still at work when we arrived, but Jason was there, doing some kind of work in the new bathroom with the door closed. He called out “Afternoon, ladies,” as we came indoors, which made us giggle. We said “Hi,” and went into the kitchen to get a snack, which we brought into the living room. After a moment I heard water running, then Jason came out.

“That’s it,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “This facility is officially open for business. I still need to add a few final touches, but it’s usable.”

I got up to take a look inside. The walls were teal, the ceiling cream. Since I’d last seen it, Jason had put ceramic tiles on the floor, got all the trim up, and installed a toilet and sink. He’d also added a soap dispenser, toothbrush holder, and towel racks. Whatever work he thought was left to do, I sure couldn’t see it.

“It looks great!” I told him. He ruffled my hair, disappeared into the kitchen, and came back out with a bowl of peanuts and a cup of coffee. He was wearing his blue EMS sweatshirt and his pager.

“Hey Dad,” said Julie, trying maybe a little too hard to sound casual, “Mal and I were wondering about something. Some Bible stuff we thought you might know.”

Jason looked surprised. “You mean there’s something I can tell you girls that Mallory’s parents can’t? Or the pastor, for that matter?”

“Welllll… it’s kind of something that we’d rather not ask them. You know?”

“No, I really don’t,” said Jason with a puzzled shrug.

Julie hesitated a long moment. Oh, Lord, I realized, she’s actually gonna ask. “Do you know anything about what the Bible has to say about sex?” she finally blurted.

Jason snorted. “It says a hell of a lot. I swear, that book has more to say about who gets to sleep with who than it does about every form of murder and assault combined. I hope you have something more specific in mind.”

I was surprised how easygoing he was with Julie asking questions about sex. My dad would have a cow if I did that! But now Julie was starting to look uncomfortable, so I got brave and bailed her out.

“We were trying to find out if it says masturbation is a sin,” I said. The words came out in a rush. My face felt hot, and I knew I must be beet red.

Jason blinked once, shook his head, and then chuckled. “We’d better hope it’s not a sin,” he said. “If it is, pretty much every single human on the planet above the age of thirteen or fourteen is going to hell for sure.” He thought for a moment.

“As near as I was ever able to figure,” he said, “the Christian Bible says nothing directly about masturbation. Some people point to this fellow named Onan… there was a Jewish law that required him to get his brother’s wife pregnant, because his brother died childless. The Bible says that Onan spilled his seed… you know, his semen… on the ground, rather than impregnate her. So God killed him.”

“Wow,” said Julie. “Harsh!”

“And you thought I was an ogre,” Jason said with a laugh. “But that’s how it was during Old Testament times. You did NOT want to get on God’s bad side! But anyway, most Biblical scholars will tell you that it’s really a stretch to interpret that as punishment for masturbation. For one thing, it probably wasn’t even masturbation; it reads more like he pulled out of her right before he ejaculated. Besides, Onan’s real crime was disobeying God’s law and not impregnating his brother’s wife. That is, if you believe that any of it happened at all.” He shot me a quick glance. “Sorry, Mallory… I’m not trying to impugn your beliefs.”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I kind of wonder about it myself sometimes. So you don’t think it says masturbation is bad?”

“It depends on who you ask. The Catholics will tell you that masturbation is exactly what God slew Onan over; they call it onanism. Others will tell you the Bible says nothing at all about it so it’s fine. But those people are ignoring the elephant in the room, which is lust.”

“What do you mean?” asked Julie.

“Well, to lust after someone is to desire them sexually. Kinda like Lisa lusts after me, even though I’m just with her for her cooking.” We all laughed.

“Obviously we can’t entirely control who we want to have sex with,” Jason went on, “but according to Christian theology to dwell on it and let those thoughts linger… well, that’s lust, and it’s definitely sin. The only place it’s permitted is within the confines of marriage. And what goes along with masturbation? Fantasy. Fantasy that usually involves another person. That would definitely fall under the category of lust. So the argument there is that masturbation is a sin on that basis. From a Biblical standpoint, it’s a damn hard argument to refute.”

I spent a minute piecing all of that together, and my throat tightened a little as I realized it didn’t add up to something I wanted to hear.

“Do you think it’s bad, then?” I asked.

“Masturbation or lust or both?”

“Both.”

“If either is bad I was hopelessly damned once I hit puberty, kiddo. Most people would be. Lust is the human condition. Why do you think there are so many unwanted babies in the world? The human sex drive is insanely powerful. And at the end of the day lust is just something that exists in your head. Thoughts don’t hurt anybody. They’re harmless. So no, I don’t think lust is bad. I dn’t think any thoughts are bad. It’s whether you act on them or not.”

“But masturbating is an action,” said Julie.

“An action that hurts nobody,” he replied. “It feels good and does zero harm – a hell of a lot less harm than sex does, sometimes. I don’t think there’s anything wrong at all with masturbation. Hell, I don’t see anything wrong with any kind of sex between consenting partners. But understand this.” He looked at Julie, then me.

“The thing you have to understand here is that I’m not a Christian,” he said. “What I think might not be as important to you as what the Bible says. And on the subject of sex, the Bible is fairly rigid. Lisa and I are in a relationship that runs directly contrary to Biblical teachings, although it’s a teaching more and more Christians seem to be ignoring these days.”

Even at my age, I knew he had a point there. Lots of people in my church have been divorced, and the Bible says that’s wrong. Lots of people who aren’t married are living together, too.

“Do you think lots of Christians masturbate?” I asked.

“I think almost everybody does. Like I said, the human sex drive is one hell of a powerful thing, and most people can’t resist the urge to do something about it. So what’s somebody who’s waiting for marriage before they have sex likely to do? I’d guess most Christians probably take care of themselves, then feel guilty in private. It’s a rule that’s all but impossible to follow. We…”

Julie suddenly sat up straight. “Grandma’s here!” she announced, putting an end to the conversation.

I looked out the front window, and sure enough, a blue Suburban had pulled up in front of the house. A woman was getting out of the driver’s seat. Julie’s dog Benjie jumped up and put his paws on the window, his tongue hanging out.

“Down, boy,” said Jason in a mild tone. Benjie got down, trotted over to Jason, and sat down at his feet. Julie went to the door and opened it as her grandmother reached the porch.

“Hi, Grandma!” she cried, and raced into the woman’s arms.

Julie’s grandma isn’t much taller than Julie. She’s mostly slender but with wide hips, and I guess is in her fifties. Her hair has heavy streaks of gray, but there’s still some dark brown there. She was wearing jeans and a heavy coat.

“Hi, honey,” she said, hugging Julie tight. Jason was crossing the room. I got up and followed.

The woman let go of Julie, and Jason put an arm around her. “Hey there, Mom,” he said. She squeezed him back, then turned to look at me.

“Grandma, this is Mallory,” declared Julie.

“Hi, Mallory,” said Julie’s grandma. “You can call me Helen. How are you?”

“Very well, how are you?” I said. Church manners come automatically to me whenever I meet grownups.

“You’re too polite to be hanging around this house, young lady!” Helen said with a laugh. “Are you two ready to go? I don’t want to stick around too long; I left Grandpa to watch the food.”

Julie put on a fake-terrified look.“Get your stuff fast, Mal,” she said, “or there won’t be anything edible on the table tonight!”

We got our coats on and grabbed our bags. Jason hugged and kissed us both. “Have fun, ladies,” he said.

Piling into the Suburban, we settled in for the ride. Jason waved from the porch as Helen backed out of the drive, then we were on our way.

Okay, I stayed up longer than I meant to because there was so much to tell, and I still didn’t finish! Julie’s asleep, and I’m writing this in the bathroom at her grandparents house. I’ll have to do the rest later.

On to Chapter Eight!

Introduction from JetBoy: Over the last couple of years, our site has been graced by an amazing bunch of stories from a delightful pair of sibling authors I like to call The Sisters Kinky, who write under the names kinkychic and kinkys_sis. They’re both quite prolific, but kinkys_sis has shifted into warp speed of late, knocking out stories like John Henry hammering steel. At present, I have in my possession over twenty of her works of erotic fiction, awaiting the proofreader’s touch. But kinkychic can still turn out a real cracker of a yarn, as the story below proves conclusively.

In the case of the story you are about to read, the end result turned out a bit differently than usual. As I began to edit, I kept catching myself wanting to expand on the original text, fleshing out kinkychic’s ideas and adding a few of my own. Both sisters have always given me free reign as an editor, so I went with my instincts, then nervously sent her the finished first chapter. Lucky for me, she was satisfied with the result, and I worked my way through the rest. Nonetheless, the original plot, characters and story belong to kinkychic, so the lion’s share of credit should go to her as well. 

On the other hand, if you don’t like it, I take full responsibility. Thanks for reading.

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Originally written about four years ago, but now re-edited, expanded, and brought up to date with an additional chapter.

Parts of this story are based on actual events, but it is still a fantasy. Naturally, all the names have been changed. There is a minor character named Toni’s whose first language is not English… thus, expect a few stilted remarks from her.

***

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

 

All the salesmen were busy, so I wandered around the bike shop, nothing much grabbing my attention. I idly picked up a leaflet to peruse while I waited.

Some guy’s voice broke into my reverie. “You thinking of going?”

“Going? Where?” I asked.

He pointed to the leaflet. “The bike rally. Ever been before?”

I studied the flyer more closely. “Oh, er… no, I haven’t. Is it any good?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, man, it’s so much more than good. Great bikes, great music…. You should give it a try, I never miss it.” He gave me a smile, sidling a little closer. “You could keep me company if you’d like. We’d have an amazing time.”

Shit, this guy was hitting on me. Quickly returning the leaflet to the stack, I said, “No, that’s okay, thanks. I doubt if I could make it anyhow.”

The guy shrugged. “Whatever. Your loss.” He turned and wandered away, acting as if he was the one giving me the brush-off.

Fuck you, too, I thought.

With him gone, I took back the leaflet, folded it up and slipped it into my pocket. A bike rally, eh? Sounds interesting.

Back home, I looked up the bike show on Google. It actually did look like something I’d be into. Maybe I’ll give it a go, I decided.

***

Come the day of the bike rally, I got dressed, then realised I had no idea what to take along. Fucking hell, I thought, making a face. It was a two-day event, but I didn’t own anything suitable for sleeping rough – not a tent, not even a sleeping bag. Sod it, I told myself. I’ll just go for the day.

Bikes were pouring into the field when I arrived, more than I’d ever seen in one place. Every model imaginable, all kinds of shapes and sizes. I even spied a Vincent Black Shadow! Wow, I thought, this is so awesome!

I parked up, removed my helmet and gave my long hair a shake-out.

The first priority was to polish the road dust off of my bike. I was buffing away when this long-haired bearded guy came up. “Heyyyy… nice bike, doll. Triumph 900cc T100, am I right?”

Now, if there’s one thing I hate, it’s being called doll, chick, girlie and such like. “I’m not a doll,” I replied, trying to keep my voice low and even. The temptation was there to tell him Fuck off, twat face, but I didn’t want to walk into an ugly situation after I’d only just got there.

He held a hand up. “Hey man, sorry. No offence intended. So… what do I call you?”

“Bluntly? You don’t, and I’m busy.”

Okay, he clearly didn’t appreciate that. The wanker was about to speak up yet again, then a female voice came from behind me. “What’s the bother, babe?”

Now, I don’t much like getting called babe, either, but when I turned to face this woman, the retort died in my mouth. This tall, impressive Amazon of a woman was looking at the guy with a scowl on her face.

I was struck speechless for a moment, but managed to recover in time to reply, “No bother, really. I was about to tell this tosser to beat it.”

She turned back to the guy, fixing him with a glare intense enough to strip paint. “You heard the lady, fuckface. Get lost.”

He clearly wanted to say something especially nasty, but when my defender casually flexed her muscles, he thought better of it. “Okay, okay, I get the message.” He turned and stalked away, but I heard his parting shot. “Fucking dykes.”

Amazon took a step after him, but a pretty girl standing alongside grabbed her arm. “Leave him, Fire. The arsehole ain’t worth it.”

“Yeh, I reckon you’re right,” the woman replied, but then she called out, “Pencil dick!” to the guy, then let loose with a loud cackle of laughter.

They turned back to me, and the pretty one spoke. “Hi, I’m Trace. My mate here is called Fire. You might guess why.”

I could. The woman packed an obvious attitude, and had the looks to go with it. One side of her head was shaved clean, whilst the other sported long purple and black hair. She was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket which showed her muscles off to some effect. Her arms and neck were covered in tattoos. I remember thinking she’d be a real stunner if she wasn’t quite so butch.

Suddenly it struck me that I was staring. “Um, sorry, I’m being rude. I’m Katia. Oh, and thanks for stepping in there.”

“No problem,” Fire murmured. She and Trace were studying my bike, which came in a gorgeous sapphire blue. “Nice colour… yeah, I like that colour,” Fire continued, stepping back to get a better look. You cleanin’ it for your fella?”

I was taken aback. Did she think I was some biker boy’s piece? “No, I’m not here with a fella, the bike’s mine. It’s the 2004 limited edition, the only year it came in this colour. Just so happens that it matches my eyes.”

Fire and Trace both leaned forward to check my eyes. Trace said, “Nice. And no offence meant. It’s great to see more women bikers at these rallies.”

Fire studied me for a moment. “So, you’re alone here, then. Not good.” She glanced at Trace, “Yeh? What d’ya think?”

Trace nodded. “You wanna stick with us, Katia? You shouldn’t be on your own. Too many rough blokes about.”

I didn’t need time to think. They were right – this was no place for a young girl to fly solo. Anyhow, I already felt an enormous liking for these two. “Oh, sure, if you don’t mind, I’d love the company.”

“Then bring your machine and come with us!” Fire said, grinning hugely.

At their campsite, Fire and Trace had a tie-up separate tent they used to stow their bike. I was struggling a bit manoeuvring my Triumph on the grass. It’s an awesome bike, but heavier than it looks. Taking pity on me, Fire took over and, as if it were weightless, she soon had it stowed.

“So, it’s early yet. Music starts in an hour or so. We usually grab ourselves beers and have a look round,” Fire said.

“You want to come too, right?” Trace asked me. I hesitated, then gave her a shy nod. She laughed and exclaimed “Great!“ She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze. “Oh, Kat, we’re gonna have a great time!”

That’s another nickname I don’t like, but I thought, Hey, so what? It sounds good the way she says it.

A couple of beers later, we’d checked out hundreds of bikes and the music was just getting started. The leaflet had said there would mostly be heavy rock bands and rockabilly groups. I’ve never been that much into heavy rock, but I love rockabilly. I got that from my dad who’d been an old fashioned rocker before he had died.

I was having a great time, enjoying the company of my new friends as the day flew by. I had more beers than I usually allowed myself and was feeling a bit lightheaded, and the music was deafening, but I was in a marvellous mood.

***

Eventually, it began getting dark. “So, where’s your gear?” Fire asked me. “You did bring a tent, right?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t own a tent, so I wasn’t gonna stay the night.”

“No, no, girl. You’ve drunk way too much to ride home tonight. You don’t wanna end up wiped out in a ditch, do ya?”

She was right, but what else could I do? It had got too damp and cold for me to sleep in the open.

Fire glanced at Trace, who gave a little nod. “Kat, the best thing is for you to stay with us in our tent. We got plenty of room. Then you can catch the rest of the rockabilly bands tomorrow. The Lonely Blue Boys are playin’, and they’re absolutely ace.”

I didn’t need time to think. It was the ideal solution. “If you’re sure it’s okay… then yeah, count me in! I think it’s a great idea.”

“In that case, we can down a few more beers. We’ve also got a jug of wine back at the tent,” said Fire.

“I brought something, too.” Going back to my bike, I fetched out a family-size bag of crisps and some cheesy biscuits.

Trace broke into a huge grin when I returned. “Fuckin’ hell, that’ll hit the spot. There y’go, Fire. I told you she weren’t a free-loader.”

An hour or so and a few more beers later, I knew it was time to stop drinking. I was feeling kinda fuzzy. It was a bit of a tighter fit in the tent than I’d imagined, but still warm and comfy. Trace was lying shoulder to shoulder on one side of me. Fire, the other side but her head was by my feet.

“Y’know, Kat, you got nice legs.” I felt Fire’s fingers on my leg, lazily tracing their way up and down. It felt quite nice, I decided, so I let her touch me.

Trace propped herself up on an elbow and took a handful of my hair. “And your hair is totally gorgeous.” She leaned closer and buried her face in it. “Smells nice, too.” Then I felt her lips touch my ear.

Fuck! Did she just kiss me? Then her tongue traced the edge of my ear. I wanted to protest but again, it felt quite nice really. At the same time, I realised Fire’s hand was moving upward, now just above my knee, and her touch seemed a lot more like a caress.

I felt a surge of panic. God, they were seducing me! I tried to sit up, but Trace’s arm held me in place. “It’s okay, baby… relax,” she murmured.

My mind was in turmoil. I’d never had sex with anyone before… in fact, I hadn’t even been kissed! And I wasn’t into other girls, right? But at the same time, there was a mysterious warmth building inside me, and my pussy was tingling.

Trace nuzzled my cheek. Wow… it felt really nice, but my nerves were still jangling, and I felt uneasy about doing lesbian stuff. I tried to turn away, but something I saw in Trace’s eyes stopped me. For the first time, I saw how utterly beautiful she was, especially her smile. She smelled incredible, too – sort of like cinnamon.

As I stared at her, not knowing whether I was coming or going, Trace whispered, “I know you want me to kiss you, sweet Kat.”

Did I want that? Right then, I wasn’t sure. She kissed me again, on the corner of my mouth. I liked how soft her lips were. Still, this was moving a little too fast for me. I began to speak, but then I found Trace’s lips brushing mine. Oh God, I did like it!

What the hell, I decided. I’ve got to find out what kissing is like some time. Why not with someone I like?

I made myself relax, she moved in and, just like that, I had my first kiss – and it was amazing. Suddenly, the fact that I was doing this with another girl didn’t matter one bit!. In fact, it felt totally right. Before I knew it, I was kissing her back.

I hadn’t been paying as much attention to what Fire was up to… but suddenly I noticed her hand slipping up into the leg of my shorts, the woman’s fingers dancing over my skin until she was only a couple of inches from my pussy.

By then my lips were parted, and Trace’s tongue was slipping between them. I hadn’t realised that my arms had encircled her, pulling her closer to me as I began to return the kiss, my tongue shyly greeting hers.

Someone’s hand was at my waist, sliding under the top I wore, making its way to my boobs. I could feel Fire caress the front of my knickers, touching my slit through the material. I realised Trace was the one touching under my t-shirt when she softly said, “Let’s get this out of the way,” and unhooked my bra. Then she was pinching and tugging at my nipples, switching from one to the other.

At that point, I was lost. The sensations my new friends were giving me were so intense, so lovely. I wanted more. So I didn’t put up any kind of resistance when Trace and Fire began to undress me. My shorts and panties were sliding down, while my top was being pulled up to my shoulders. I raised my arms so Trace could slip it off of me.

I was naked between the two women, and how about that – I wasn’t embarrassed, not at all! In fact, I felt a surge of mixed excitement and pride when Trace said, “Fuck, baby, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” Then she took one of my nipples into the warmth of her mouth.

Fire countered with, “You should see her down here, Trace. This one’s got one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen. Hmm… wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.” As Fire spoke, she was raising my knees, then spreading my legs wide apart. Oh, my God, I thought. Is she really about to…

Her mouth was on my pussy. She kissed me there several times; then, for the first time in my life, I felt a tongue dip into my slit. Oh fuck, it felt divine. I actually lifted my hips for her, pressing my pussy into Fire’s face. She licked me even deeper.

Turning to Trace, I begged, “Kiss me some more… please?”

“Happy to,” she purred, then got to it. She didn’t just kiss me, she feasted on my mouth, all the while plucking at my nipples.

Fire had opened me up with her fingers while her tongue teased my clit. One moment she flicked, the next she sucked. At the same time, she had two fingers carefully sliding into my vagina.

When Trace broke our kiss, I opened my eyes, startled. She was smiling at me. “I knew you’d enjoy this, babe,” she said. “I can always tell when a girl likes other girls.”

I wanted to ask how she knew before I did, but that was when my climax kicked in. I’d been touching  myself since turning twelve, but these feelings of pleasure were so much more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.

I screwed my eyes shut as my body went iron-rigid. “That’s it, lover… come for us,” said Trace.

Fire was still fingering me, her tongue teasing at my clit… and Trace picked that moment to lightly bite my ear. That was it – the dam burst and I nearly screamed as my orgasm took hold. I was riding a wave that seemed to go on forever. I’ve no idea how many times I came.

Slowly, I drifted down from the stratosphere and back to reality. Trace was kissing my neck, Fire was licking my nipples. I reached down and pulled her up until I could gaze into her eyes. I was thinking about when we met, how I’d found Fire more striking than beautiful. But now, I saw a wild loveliness in her that stole my heart away.

Suddenly feeling shy, I asked her, “Would you kiss me? I’d really like that.”

I tasted my pussy on her lips. When we kissed, Fire wasn’t at all gentle like Trace had been. She crushed her lips to mine, her tongue plunging into my mouth. It was a bruising, wild kiss that shocked me but at that moment, I loved her. So I did my best to give as good as I got.

When we broke apart, she stared at me. “Fuck, girl… you’re good at this!”

Trace laughed, “See why she’s called Fire? It’s not just her temper.”

“Could you tell that was my first time?” I asked them both. “Um… so, did I do okay?”

Fire gave a snort of laughter. “Shit! I owe you a fiver, Trace.” She turned back to me, “She said it would be your first time. Me? I said ‘bollocks.’ So we made the bet. It’s still hard to believe you’ve not fucked one of your friends, at least.” She took my hand; gave it a squeeze. “You’re some hot bitch, Kat.”

I didn’t know whether I ought to be cross at the fact that they’d more or less set out to have their way with me from the start. Then again, why bother? I’d enjoyed it, after all.

“Well, in that case, thank you both. So, do I get to see you two naked?”

“Way to go, baby! Sure you can… but let’s have a drink first,” said Fire. Then she produced the red wine.

It must have been well into the early hours before we slept. I have vague memories of being in a jumble of arms and legs, pussies and arseholes. They taught me how to trib, and what they told me was called a sixty-nine. Then for the grand finale, we got into a pussy circle. Oh my God, we all ended up well and truly fucked to a standstill.

I was awakened by Trace giving me a nudge with her foot. Once I could focus my eyes, I saw she was holding a tray of coffees and slices of toast. That was the best, most needed coffee of my life.

“So, Kat, how old are you?” asked Fire.

“Seventeen,” I replied.

She frowned. “There’s a problem with that, y’know. How come you’re ridin’ a 900? Ain’t legal till you’re twenty-one.”

I broke into a grin. “Oh, that’s easy! See, the bike’s in my mum’s name but it’s mine. I’ve also got a small, way crappier bike that’s in my name. That way I get the time needed to qualify for the higher licence.”

“Cool. Yeah, I like that. See, Trace, we got a clever ‘un here!” Fire responded.

We didn’t drink that day – not alcohol, anyway, just loads of coffee. The rockabilly band Fire liked was really good. I even bought their CD, though it didn’t sound quite so good at home as they were live.

Before I hit the road for home, we swapped numbers, hugs and kisses, and promised to keep in touch. I held their hands one last time and said, “Thanks, guys. Y’know what? I fuckin’ enjoyed that.”

On to Part Two!