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Happenstance, Chapter 6

  • Posted on October 16, 2016 at 3:24 pm

By No One

The next day, at lunch break, Melina was sitting at a table with Abbie and their friend Alicia, as per usual. She hadn’t found the opportunity to have that talk with Abbie yet—or perhaps more honestly, she hadn’t found the courage to create that opportunity.

She’d considered calling the girl the previous night, but had ended up deciding that she needed more time to think about exactly what she wanted to say. Now, half a day later, she didn’t feel any more confident. On the contrary, the thought of trying to express her feelings to Abbie filled her with dread. Still, she couldn’t start blurting this stuff out in front of Alicia, anyway.

“Oh hey, Anna’s over there,” Abbie said suddenly, nodding towards a table on the other side of the cafeteria. “I need to talk to her about something,” she added as she got to her feet, leaving Melina silently fuming next to her.

“Okay, tell her I said hi,” Alicia said as Abbie walked away.

“What, are you friends with that bitch, too?” Melina spat out before she could stop herself. She regretted the harsh words as soon as they were out of her mouth.

Alicia stared at her with eyes wide as saucers. “Whoa! What? Is this Melina Thompson using the B-word? What did Anna do to you? Killed your cat?”

Melina cursed herself for opening her mouth at all. “No, she… nothing. I just… don’t like her,” she mumbled.

Her friend looked at her dubiously, then glanced over her shoulder at where Abbie and Anna were now talking, before turning back to Melina with an even more suspicious expression on her face. “Is she stealing your girlfriend?” she asked bluntly.

It was Melina’s turn to stare wide-eyed. “What? My… my… what?” was all she could manage as she felt her cheeks burning.

Alicia nodded, as if she’d deduced everything she needed to know from Melina’s expression. “So I was right. You and Abbie. Huh, wow. I’m not totally oblivious, you know, even though you guys often think I am. It was pretty obvious something new was going on between you two lately. Just wasn’t sure what until now.”

“Oh,” Melina said, a bit overwhelmed, though at least Alicia seemed to be taking it in stride. “Um, well, she’s not… really my girlfriend, exactly.”

“No? Well, you might wanna fix that, ‘cause it sounds like this is upsetting you a lot,” Alicia said, glancing again towards Abbie and Anna.

Melina let out a deep sigh and buried her face in her hands. “I know! I just don’t know how to tell her…” she said dejectedly.

“Easy, you go, ‘Yo babe, you’re my bitch now, cool?’” Alicia offered, completing her recommendation with a goofy grin and a finger-gun gesture. “Gotta show that confidence.”

Melina burst out laughing. “Wow, that’s really… wow. That would sweep any girl off her feet for sure. Should have asked you for advice sooner.”

“Obviously! So, what’s going on then? If you’re not girlfriends… what, you just sleep together?” Alicia asked in the teasing tone.

Melina’s cheeks, having just started cooling down, suddenly flared up once again.

Alicia’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh my God, you do! You sluts!” she exclaimed, sounding more delighted at the juicy gossip than actually scandalized.

“Shhh! Keep it down!” Melina hissed, glancing around. Luckily, nobody seemed to have heard anything. “We may have, erm… done… some stuff,” she understated.

“Uh-huh, ‘some stuff,’ holy crap. Like, all the way? Well… I don’t know what counts as all the way between girls…”

“I… guess so?” Melina offered, unsure herself, though she was pretty certain they were way past that.

“Wow,” Alicia commented simply, looking rather stunned.

“Well, what? It’s, um, really nice,” Melina explained timidly. “Don’t you do… stuff… with Noah, now?” she added. Her friend had been hanging out with the boy a lot lately, and as far as she knew they were “going out,” though the fact was certainly kept secret from their parents.

It was Alicia’s turn to redden a little. “No! Well, not like that. We… kissed some.”

“Oh. Well, you’re missing out,” Melina said, winking. “Maybe anyway. I don’t know if boys are any good…”

Alicia laughed. “Well, look at you. Total lesbian now, huh? You know, Abbie I can kinda see. You? I’m a bit surprised.”

Melina didn’t know how to take that. “Um, I don’t know if I’m… what you said, but… well, just, Abbie is pretty amazing.”

“In bed?” Alicia teased, a big grin on her face.

Melina giggled. “Well, that too.”

“Hmm, well, your amazing girl is walking away with her new friend,” Alicia pointed out, nodding towards something behind Melina. “Maybe you should have a talk with her.”

Melina quickly craned her neck and spotted Abbie and Anna walking out of the cafeteria, looking like they were chatting amiably. She frowned, then took a deep breath and got to her feet.

“Yeah, I should. Now, before I lose my nerve,” she decided, though her resolve already felt rather flimsy at best.

“Good luck,” Alicia said, giving her an encouraging smile.

Melina began walking at a fast pace in the direction Abbie had taken. Getting to the end of the corridor, she turned into the main hall and spotted the two girls walking towards Abbie’s locker. She followed, staying a bit behind; she certainly didn’t want to have that conversation in front of Anna.

She saw the two girls pause at an intersection, and she stopped as well, pretending to read some notice taped to the wall and feeling silly for spying on her best friend like this. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Abbie and Anna finished up their chat then went in different directions. It seemed petty, but she was relieved that there didn’t appear to be anything flirty going on as they separated.

As she hurried to catch up to Abbie, Melina ended up walking straight into a teacher who was turning the corner, sending the papers he was carrying flying everywhere.

“Oh, crap! S-sorry!” she exclaimed, crouching down to help him gather the errant sheets.

“No harm done, but maybe you should slow down a little,” he said once he had his papers back in order.

“Sure, sure,” Melina agreed before walking away at an even faster pace.

She had lost sight of Abbie. She reached her friend’s locker but the girl wasn’t there, then continued on to her own locker, thinking maybe Abbie was waiting for her there. No such luck. She frowned, puzzled. Taking a look around, she finally spotted Abbie walking down a side corridor and entering a bathroom.

Melina sighed in relief. This was good. That small bathroom was tucked away at one end of the school and usually didn’t see much traffic. Maybe they would have some privacy there.

She slowed to a more leisurely walk to try to get her thoughts in order before talking to Abbie—and to give the girl time to do her business. By the time she reached the door to the bathroom, though, her mind was still in a useless jumble. She sighed and pushed the door open before she lost the little courage she had.

A few seconds after coming in, she heard a toilet flush, then Abbie came out of one of the stalls. The girl briefly looked surprised to see her standing there, but then her expression turned to a bright smile.

“Hey you,” Abbie said cheerfully.

“Hey. Um, can I talk to you a minute?” Melina asked, her heart beating faster and faster.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Um, well… I need to tell you, err… I… I mean…” she said, failing miserably to actually say anything. “God, this is hard,” she finally mumbled. Idiot. I really should have rehearsed something, she thought.

Abbie was looking at her worriedly. “What’s wrong, Mel? You’re freaking me out.”

“Sorry. I just… I… don’t want you to fool around with Anna, okay?” she finished in a rush. That wasn’t the whole of it, but it was a start at least.

Abbie’s eyebrows rose up. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Why, though?”

“Because… I don’t want to share what we have… to share you, with anyone else,” Melina admitted timidly.

A smile slowly spread on Abbie’s lips. “Really? That’s… that’s cool. Are you… saying what I think you’re saying?”

Melina felt her cheeks turning crimson. “I… guess so.” This was it, the big moment. She nearly ruined it by bursting out laughing when she remembered the silly line Alicia had suggested. That wouldn’t do at all. “Do you, um… want to be my girlfriend?” she said instead.

She had never felt as anxious in her entire life as during the next few seconds, with Abbie staring at her wordlessly. Thankfully, her worries were soon laid to rest when the happiest smile she’d ever seen appeared on Abbie’s face.

“Are you really serious?” the girl asked, eyes shining bright.

“Y-yes,” Melina assured her, feeling pretty certain that was the right answer, judging by her friend’s reaction.

Abbie suddenly threw her arms around Melina’s neck, and gave her a long hug that threatened to steal the breath from her lungs. “Oh my God, yes! I’ll be your girlfriend!” she exclaimed. When she released her hold a little, it was only to offer a kiss instead.

Melina felt quite uncomfortable about kissing in such a public place, but considering the circumstances, she allowed her friend—no, her girlfriend now—to draw her into a long, tender kiss.

“Well… great then!” Melina said afterwards, a bit at a loss for words. They smiled at each other, Abbie looked so happy. “So, no more flirting with other girls now,” she teased.

Abbie nodded eagerly. “Of course,” she promised, though she then looked away guiltily. “Um, I may have… exaggerated a little… about the flirting part.”

Melina frowned, suddenly wary. “What do you mean?”

“Well… maybe Anna didn’t really flirt, exactly… um, at all. I kinda just wanted to see how you would react,” Abbie admitted hesitantly.

Melina’s frown deepened. “What? You lied? Abbie, what the hell? I’ve been broken up about this since yesterday.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to really upset you,” Abbie said miserably, sounding like she meant it. “It was just a spur of the moment thing. I guess I just wanted to see if you’d be a bit jealous… and then, maybe if you’d want to be more serious about us… Um, kinda like what just happened. So, well, I guess that all worked out, huh?” she added with a hopeful smile.

Melina didn’t know whether to get angry or laugh. In the end, she went with the latter—it was rather sweet in a way, she supposed. “So this was all according to your master plan, huh?”

“More or less.” Abbie shrugged sheepishly. “I guess I’m kind of a genius.”

“An evil one, maybe! But why didn’t you just tell me if you wanted to get, um, serious?”

Abbie hesitated. “I didn’t want to freak you out. We’ve been best friends for so long, and I mean, you weren’t even into girls until a few months ago so… I guess I didn’t want to push you and risk losing what we have,” she explained.

Melina thought about it. She didn’t really know how she would have reacted if Abbie had come out and said she wanted to be her girlfriend before now, truth be told. A lot had changed in the past day, but now she was very happy with the new situation. “Well, now it’s done, and I’m not freaking out,” she said, smiling. “But no more lying,” she added sternly.

“I promise,” Abbie said, grinning back. Then her lips were on Melina’s, kissing her before she had time to protest.

Melina indulged her new girlfriend with another admittedly sweet kiss, though she kept an eye on the bathroom door to be safe. While she longed to exchange passionate kisses with Abbie, the current circumstances were far from ideal.

“Okay, okay,” she said, chuckling. “I wanna kiss you too, but… we can’t do that out here.”

Abbie glanced at the door. “You’re right,” she agreed. That said, she grabbed Melina’s hand, dragged her towards one of the bathroom stalls and pushed her in, before closing the door behind them.

“What are you doing?” Melina asked, amused, though she was pretty sure she got the idea.

Abbie stepped in very close. “Kissing my girlfriend,” she answered. “In private.”

With that, their lips met again. This time, Melina let her passion flow unrestrained. She slipped her tongue into her partner’s mouth and they shared a long, ardent kiss. Abbie pushed herself against Melina until her back hit the wall of the stall. Their bodies were molded to one another while their tongues were entwined in the sexiest of dances. Melina felt tingly all over, and fervently wished they had even more privacy.

Abbie seemed to be thinking the same, and was none too shy about it: her hand came up to fondle Melina’s breast through her blouse, making her moan into their kiss.

“We can’t…” Melina said weakly once they came up for air. “What if someone comes in?”

“No one’s here,” Abbie said reassuringly, though her mischievous smile suggested she was very much enjoying Melina’s embarrassment. Her hand continued its caresses while she brought her mouth to Melina’s ear and teased the lobe with her tongue. She’d discovered that was quite the sensitive spot for Melina, and she very much enjoyed making good use of that knowledge.

Melina bit her lip. On one hand, she really wished Abbie would stop. She was mortified at the thought of getting caught doing things like this at school. But at the same time, she really wanted the girl to keep going, feeling her lust burning ever hotter inside her. It was a very conflicting moment.

Abbie had even bolder ideas, though. Her hand went down and slipped under Melina’s skirt, suddenly pressing against her panties.

Melina’s eyes went wide and she let out a small yelp. “Abbie! S-stop!” she said urgently, snatching her friend’s wrist. “We can’t do that, even in here!”

“Hmm, well, I’ll stop if you really want me to,” Abbie whispered seductively in her ear, “but that would be pretty mean, no? Your panties are already wet, Mel, and now you’d want to spend the whole afternoon all horny and with no one to take care of you? When I could just slip my fingers into your hot, wet pussy right now and make you feel sooo good? Is that really what you want, baby?”

Melina swallowed hard. She was pretty certain she’d just become twice as wet listening to her girlfriend’s dirty talk. The girl was right, unfortunately; Melina had sat in class when all she could think about was sex before, and it was no fun at all. She felt her misgivings recede to the back of her brain, as the rest of her mind filled with urgent lust. She glanced at Abbie, who gave her a guileless smile, though her eyes shone with mischief and desire.

“Dammit,” Melina whispered, before letting go of her friend’s wrist. She fervently hoped no one would come in.

“Good girl,” Abbie said, grinning widely. “Or more like bad girl, I guess!” she rectified, giggling. Whatever the case, she didn’t waste any time slipping her hand into Melina’s panties and pressing her fingers into the folds of her hungry sex.

“Aah!” Melina moaned involuntarily. She quickly brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

Abbie laughed again at her reaction, but didn’t relent in the least. Her fingers roamed up and down Melina’s slit, pausing at times to rub her engorged clit. After some time, she slowly pushed her index finger inside Melina’s sex, looking into her eyes as she did so.

Melina held her lover’s gaze with some difficulty, as her head seemed to want to loll back on its own. Her pussy clenched pleasantly against the invading digit and Abbie’s palm rubbed against her clit. It felt amazing, and her legs were already getting a bit shaky. Thankfully for her nerves, the mounting tension inside her seemed to indicate that this would be a rather quick session. She had to admit that the unique situation was probably turning her on at least a little.

It was at this moment that they heard the bathroom door opening. Both of them froze, exchanging wide-eyed looks. There were footsteps, then the sound of another stall opening and closing.

Melina didn’t dare even breathe, though that was proving difficult since she’d already been getting rather out of breath before the interruption. She was watching Abbie’s face as a small smile crept onto her friend’s lips and a playful twinkle shone in her eyes. Oh no, Melina thought, shaking her head vehemently at the girl, but that only made her smile widen.

An instant later, she felt Abbie’s finger slowly curl inside her, gently rubbing her most sensitive spot. Melina inhaled sharply, and quickly added her other hand over her mouth. She tried to glare at Abbie, but didn’t feel she was very convincing with her eyes glazing over with pleasure.

She strived very hard to remain silent but it was an arduous task. Abbie was really putting her through a delicious kind of torture, and Melina had to wonder if her new girlfriend might be more than she had bargained for. In any case, she really hoped her hands were enough to muffle her gasps and whimpers.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and she couldn’t make out any sound from the other stall until she heard the louder noise of the toilet flushing, followed by its occupant washing her hands. Just as the bathroom door was mercifully opening, the footsteps paused and an amused voice said, “Dunno who’s in there but… have fun!” before the door finally creaked shut.

Both Melina and Abbie burst out laughing as soon as they were alone.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you did that,” Melina exclaimed, trying to sound angry but not quite managing it.

“Don’t give me that,” Abbie retorted. “I’m the one with a hand in your panties, remember? And you are soaked.”

“What? N-no way.” Could it really have turned her on that much?

Abbie laughed. “Oh yeah, you’re enjoying this way more than you’re saying. Or do you want me to stop now?” she teased.

“Don’t you dare!” Melina shot back. She pushed Abbie’s hand hard against her sex to emphasize the point.

Abbie grinned. “You better finish quick then, before someone else comes in.”

Whatever reply Melina might have given was cut short when Abbie covered her mouth with hers. The passionate kiss also doubled up as a useful way to muffle Melina’s moans, which were getting rather loud as Abbie gave up on the slow and gentle approach.

The girl’s finger rapidly thrust in and out of Melina’s pussy while her palm grinded against her clit. Abbie knew exactly what Melina liked and how to get her off, very quickly bringing her to the edge of ecstasy.

Melina’s last coherent thought was that her new girlfriend definitely scored very highly for knowing her body so well. Her limbs started shaking violently, and she held on to Abbie for dear life, not trusting her legs to hold her up. Her mouth slipped away from the other girl’s, and a blissful cry was set free, her mind too busy exploding with pleasure to concentrate on being quiet.

Abbie dutifully held her up until she had finished trembling. She then gently took her hand out of Melina’s panties, and nonchalantly sucked her finger clean, before flashing the most innocent of smiles.

Melina stared at her girlfriend for a moment, still in disbelief of what had just happened. Through the lustful haze still clinging to her mind, she decided that the girl deserved some of her own medicine.

“You! You… dirty girl!” was the best accusation she could manage. She took a few steps towards Abbie, half-stumbling, half-pushing the girl against the stall door. Her hands came up to fondle her girlfriend’s chest, making her gasp in surprise. She leaned in close and slipped her tongue into the girl’s mouth.

Unfortunately, their kiss was immediately interrupted by the school bell.

They paused, lips less than an inch from each other.

“Well, shit,” Abbie said.

“Crap,” Melina agreed.

They would barely have the time to get to class. The school was quite strict with lateness, and there would be a punishment if they dawdled. Their parents might even be called if they delayed too long. As much as Melina wanted to get some vengeance on Abbie, she really didn’t want to have to explain the reason why she missed part of a class. Regretfully, they stepped away from each other.

“I guess you’ll be the one who has to be horny all afternoon then,” Melina teased. She supposed it was some sort of revenge—though not the most fun kind.

Abbie stuck her tongue out at her. “You better make it up to me tonight.”

“Tonight? What about your thing with Anna?”

“Oh, crap. I forgot all about that already.” Abbie sighed deeply. “Well, actually… maybe I’ll just tell her something came up after all.”

Melina grinned. “Great idea!” She still took the time to give Abbie a nice parting kiss before hurrying out of the stall. “See you tonight, then.”

“See you… girlfriend,” Abbie said, sounding immensely pleased with that last part.

They exchanged bright smiles, then quickly ran off to class.

* * *

Melina’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the doorbell ring. It seemed silly, but now that they were officially girlfriends, the prospect of meeting Abbie made her feel at once more excited than usual, and a little nervous. They would more than likely get up to the same things as usual, so she wasn’t sure why it should make a difference, but it did.

Of course, most of the nervousness was probably due to the little surprise she had for her lover. She got up from the couch and hesitated an instant, trying to build up the courage to actually go through with it. Taking a deep breath, she nodded to herself and made her way towards the front door.

The thought crossed her mind that she would be in big trouble if it wasn’t actually Abbie at the door, but her mom who had forgotten something—her keys?—or even a complete stranger. She paused cautiously out of view, peeking around the corner, and was relieved to catch a glimpse of her friend through the small window next to the door. Reassured, she hurried to the door and pulled it open while remaining hidden behind it.

“Hey,” Abbie said, smiling as she stepped in. “Why are you hiding behind—Whoa!” she exclaimed once she found Melina standing only in her bra and panties behind the door. “Well, hello there!” She laughed. “I guess your mom already left, huh?”

“Yep. I thought I’d get a little head start,” Melina explained coyly. She had considered getting even more of a head start and greeting her girlfriend completely naked, but she had ended up deciding against it—not solely to save herself some embarrassment, but also she figured it might be more enticing to keep some parts hidden for now.

Abbie certainly seemed pleased with the surprise, her eyes roaming appreciatively over Melina’s body. “That’s a nice welcome! I like it.”

Melina grinned. “I thought you might,” she said, before wrapping her arms around Abbie’s neck and pulling the girl into a kiss.

Abbie responded passionately, pushing Melina against the wall and grinding her body against her as she slipped her tongue inside Melina’s mouth for a deep, intense kiss.

Melina grinned inwardly. It seemed Abbie was quite horny, unsurprising after getting all worked up at lunch break and not getting any. Melina grabbed her girlfriend’s butt and pulled her harder against her. It looked like they would not waste any time getting down to “business,” not that she had expected otherwise.

Abbie gazed at her with lust-filled eyes when they came up for breath, then reluctantly took a step back. “Um, we should probably go somewhere other than the hallway,” she said. Grabbing a bag she’d brought from the floor, she added, “I have a couple things for you, too.”

“Oh?” Melina said, curious. She took Abbie’s hand and dragged her towards the living room, where they both plopped down on the couch. “What things?”

Abbie opened her bag, then glanced at Melina, looking a bit nervous. Finally, she fished into the bag and came out with a rose. “Here,” she said shyly, handing Melina the flower.

Melina gaped at the gift. She hadn’t expected a romantic gesture like this at all. She found it very sweet, but now felt kind of bad. Should she have gotten something for Abbie? Is that what girlfriends did? The thought had never even crossed her mind. She brought the flower to her nose, it smelled lovely. “You bought this for me?” she asked, moved.

A guilty look crept onto Abbie’s features. “Well, um, I’m totally broke, so… I kinda stole it from your neighbor’s yard on the way here,” she explained sheepishly.

Melina burst out laughing. She felt better knowing it had just been a spur of the moment thing. “That’s still very sweet, thank you,” she said while carefully putting the rose down on the coffee table.

“Careful, these things have thorns, did you know?” Abbie warned, looking unhappily at her thumb. “It was kinda harder to pick than I expected.”

“Aww, did you hurt yourself?” Melina took Abbie’s hand to inspect the damage. There was a drop of blood pearling on her thumb. “Poor baby,” she said, before bringing the injured finger to her mouth and giving it a kiss, then going one step further and gently sucking it into her mouth.

Abbie quickly seemed to forget about any pain she’d felt. She bit her lip as they exchanged looks filled with desire. “I feel better already,” she said, pulling Melina to her and offering her tongue to replace the thumb in her mouth.

Melina gently pushed her lover down on the couch as they shared an ardent kiss. She then moved on to nuzzle Abbie’s neck while her hands explored the girl’s body, caressing her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. She smiled when she noticed her girlfriend’s breath accelerating.

Moving further down, Melina lifted Abbie’s shirt, and kissed her flat stomach. She teased the cute belly button with her tongue, knowing that never failed to turn her friend on. As if on cue, the girl’s hips started pushing up against her urgently, but Melina wasn’t quite ready to go there just yet.

Instead, she kissed her way up along Abbie’s ribs, pushing the shirt higher as she went, until she reached her lovely breasts. Once again, the girl had forgone wearing a bra, and Melina had to smile at the sight.

She gave a languorous lick around one breast, slowly spiraling in towards the sensitive nipple. After making sure the small nub was as stiff as possible, she licked her way across Abbie’s chest and repeated the operation on her other boob.

Abbie moaned softly, a delight to Melina’s ears. She did love making the girl moan—and scream, but they’d get to that soon enough. She kissed her way back down her girlfriend’s body, once again giving her belly button a few licks. Teasingly, she slipped her tongue under the waistband of Abbie’s shorts, making the girl gasp and raise her hips.

Melina giggled at the needy reaction. She undid her friend’s shorts and hooked her fingers in the waistband of both shorts and panties. Abbie was only too eager to lift her butt to help get the garments off.

Melina paused a moment to appreciate the view of her girlfriend’s sex, already glistening, then she leaned in and kissed Abbie’s inner thigh. She poked her tongue out and slowly licked her way up to the little hollow where the thigh meets the hip, then stopped. Moving to the other leg, she did the same thing there, moving her tongue tantalizingly close to Abbie’s pussy, but again stopping just short.

“God! You tease!” Abbie whined, lifting her head to look at Melina with pleading eyes. “Please! I need it so bad.”

Melina grinned at her. She considered tormenting her lover a little more, but decided to be merciful. She gave her a great big lick, slowly trailing her tongue from the bottom of her sex to the very top.

“Oh God, yes!” Abbie exclaimed, finally getting what she desired.

Melina used her hands to spread the girl’s vulva, then slid her tongue in and out of her sex, trying to go as deep as possible. She felt Abbie’s hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her even closer, and smiled inwardly at how horny her girlfriend was.

She trailed her tongue up to tease Abbie’s engorged clit, receiving louder moans in return. Slowly, she slipped a finger inside her lover’s sex, and soon Abbie was pushing her hips back in a steady rhythm.

“Ah! Ah yes! Try—Ah! Try with two fingers,” Abbie managed to say breathlessly between moans.

Melina paused for an instant. “Yeah?” They’d only ever used one finger before, but she supposed it was something to try. She’d seen in videos that it was definitely possible and seemingly enjoyable.

She slid her middle finger out of Abbie’s pussy, squeezed it against her index, then very carefully pushed both fingers back in. Her girlfriend’s sex gripped the fingers tightly, but her abundant excitement made slowly sliding in and out fairly easy. “How’s that?” Melina asked, curious.

“Mmm. Feels big… but really nice,” Abbie sighed. It wasn’t long before her hips began bucking again to meet Melina’s thrusts.

Smiling, Melina leaned in again and resumed flicking her tongue over Abbie’s clit, delighting in her girlfriend’s increasingly urgent moans. As the excited cries became louder and more frequent, Melina intensified the movements of her tongue and fingers to match, causing an erotic feedback loop with only one possible outcome.

With her intimate knowledge of Abbie’s body, she knew that the girl was getting very close now, and she also knew just how to take her over the edge. She clamped her lips down on her girlfriend’s clit, sucking on it, and pushed her fingers into Abbie’s pussy as deep as she could.

The effect was immediate: Abbie let out a great cry and her hips started bucking wildly. Melina held on as best she could, determined to give her lover an intense orgasm that made the long wait worthwhile. Her efforts were quite appreciated, judging by the sounds of ecstasy ringing in her ears.

Once Abbie had quieted, Melina crawled up to snuggle, holding her girlfriend tenderly as she came down from her orgasmic high. As she often did in these moments, Melina felt a deep intimate connection with Abbie. She was filled with intense affection, with… love. She laughed out loud, wondering how she could have been so blind to what she was feeling before.

Abbie looked up at her curiously, an eyebrow raised.

Melina shook her head shyly, at first hoping Abbie wouldn’t ask what she was thinking about. No, she then thought, enough being silly about this, I should tell her. She gazed into her girlfriend’s eyes, and said simply, “I love you.”

Abbie’s eyes went wide with surprise, then a big smile spread on her lips. “I love you, too,” she replied.

Melina felt elated. She’d suspected that would be Abbie’s answer, of course, but to actually hear the words filled her with more joy than she could have imagined. Judging by the expression on Abbie’s face, it looked very much like she felt the same.

They beamed at each other for a moment, then kissed, tenderly at first, then with growing passion. Their tongues met, and Melina felt her lust, which had subsided a little during the sentimental moment, roar back to full intensity. Abbie’s hands came up behind her back to unhook her bra. Melina was amused to note that despite starting with way fewer clothes on than her partner, she was the one getting her underwear off last.

“Your turn now, lover,” Abbie whispered seductively.

“I’m all yours,” Melina said, feeling tingles of anticipation running all over her body.

Abbie smiled, then leaned in for another hot, intense kiss. Meanwhile, her hands were not idle, coming up to caress and fondle Melina’s breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh.

Breaking the kiss, Abbie lowered her mouth to Melina’s chest, and started flicking her tongue over her already very stiff nipples, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

One of Abbie’s hands came to rest on Melina’s knee, then she slowly dragged her fingers, feather-light, across her inner thigh and up to her panties. Melina let out a gasp, which soon turned into a loud moan when her lover’s hand pressed more forcefully against her underwear.

Abbie grinned at her, then gave her a few soft kisses on the neck, making her way up until she could suck gently on the earlobe. 

Melina shuddered all over at the contact with her secret sexy spot. Her breath was coming in hard and fast now, with all the delicious stimulations on her body: Abbie’s mouth at her ear, one hand still fondling her boobs, and the other pressed between her legs. She wanted even more, though, so she hooked her thumb in her panties to pull them down.

Abbie grabbed her hand, stopping her movement. “Nuh-uh. Keep that on for now.”

Melina raised a puzzled eyebrow at the girl. “Really?” she asked dubiously.

“Remember, I said I had two things for you?” Abbie said, moving away and grabbing her bag. When she pulled out her phone, Melina felt even more confused.

“I found a little app you might like. See, with this you can make the phone vibrate for as long as you want,” Abbie explained, tapping at the screen to demonstrate, and her phone started rumbling in her hand.

Melina looked from her girlfriend’s face to the phone and back again, more perplexed than ever. Maybe her lust-filled brain wasn’t thinking at peak capacity, but she couldn’t fathom why Abbie had stopped the wonderful things she’d been doing to talk about some stupid app. “So… you found a way to drain your batteries real fast. Great?”

Abbie gave her an exasperated look. “No, silly. It… vibrates? Sounds familiar?” she said, showing off what she had in mind by gently pressing the phone against Melina’s inner thigh, near the edge of her panties, and tracing little circles with it.

“Oh!” Melina exclaimed, finally catching on. “It’s for… Oh! Really?”

“Uh-huh. Well, they call it a ‘personal massager’ or whatever, but you can guess what that’s code for,” Abbie explained slyly. “Probably not as good as a real vibrator but… I bet we can have some fun with it.”

“Mmm. I’m willing to be your guinea pig,” Melina offered, smiling, at last on board with her girlfriend’s plans.

“I bet you are.” Abbie winked. “See? That’s why you need your panties, ‘cause hey, I love turning you on, but I’m not getting my phone all wet and sticky,” she added, making Melina giggle. “Now, let’s see how this feels…”

Abbie lightly dragged the buzzing phone from Melina’s thigh onto her panty-clad sex, watching intently for a reaction.

Melina gasped. “Whoa. That feels… kinda weird… but also nice.” She could feel the vibrations penetrating her sensitive flesh. She’d never felt anything quite like this, but it was rather pleasant.

“Mmm,” she purred when Abbie pressed the device against her panties a little harder. “Oh yeah, I could get used to this.”

Abbie grinned. She seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit, experimenting with different movements in various spots.

“Oh!” Melina exclaimed when the improvised vibrator was pressed against her clit. “God! That’s… really good.”

“Oh? This spot right here? I’d never have expected,” Abbie teased. She made small circular motions over Melina’s clit with the buzzing device, eliciting quite a few gasps and moans.

Melina could feel the vibrations and accompanying waves of pleasure spreading through her lower body, inside her pussy, even inside her clitoris somehow. It was magical. Her smartphone was already probably her favorite possession. Now, if it could do that? No other object would ever come close. She had the impression her panties were quite thoroughly drenched with excitement, and vaguely wondered if Abbie’s phone would really be okay, but she couldn’t quite muster the will to care at that moment.

After enjoying the wonderful sensations for a few minutes, she was quite ready to ascend all the way to heaven. “Can you make it go faster?” she asked around a moan.

“Um, no, that’s as hard as it goes,” Abbie replied sadly. 

“Oh,” Melina said, disappointed.

“Guess these things weren’t really made for this.” Abbie chuckled. “I can help, though.”

Melina felt the crotch of her panties being pulled aside, then one of Abbie’s fingers easily slipping right up into her wet, eager sex, forcing a loud cry out of her. “Oh God, yes! Mmm, Abbie,” she moaned as her girlfriend started moving the finger in and out of her. “Did I say I love you yet?”

“Mmhmm. Say it again, though,” Abbie demanded as she thrusted her finger in as deep as it would go.

“Aah! I love you!” Melina cried out. The tension that had been slowly building up inside her suddenly ramped up to near explosion under the care of Abbie’s expert fingers. The girl knew just the right spot to rub to drive Melina wild, and the vibrations on her clit were only magnifying the effect.

Abruptly, Melina’s body went all rigid and her mind exploded with bliss. Her pussy clenched around her girlfriend’s finger, feeling like it was filled with pure pleasure. The rumbling phone made it feel like her whole lower body pulsated to the rhythm of her orgasm.

After a fleeting moment that felt like a delicious eternity, Melina slowly came back down to Earth. She felt Abbie gently pull out from inside her, then come up to snuggle against her, just like she’d done before. Melina held her lover tightly.

“And I love you, too,” Abbie said sweetly, finishing the thought from earlier.

They simply gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment, smiling and enjoying the intimacy.

“I’m so happy right now,” Melina finally said.

“Me too, you have no idea. Let’s stay like this forever,” Abbie replied.

“Okay,” Melina agreed, chuckling.

Maybe forever wasn’t very realistic, especially with her mom coming back home eventually. They could certainly enjoy the moment, though. Melina was confident there would be many more like it in the coming weeks and months. Maybe even years.

An image suddenly flashed in her mind: Abbie and herself in this very same position, but years later, on their own couch, in their own home. The thought made her smile. Yes, no more fears. This was the future she wanted.

For now, though, admiring the beautiful girl next to her, she had to wonder if they had time for more fun before her mom really got back…

The End

 

Happenstance, Chapter 5

  • Posted on October 12, 2016 at 1:27 pm

By No One

Melina was lying on Abbie’s bed, her friend’s head resting on her belly. She idly played with the girl’s blond hair while listening to her talk about her weekend at her mom’s.

Such tenderness had become common for them over the summer. Little caresses, even little kisses had sneaked into their habits when they were alone, even when they didn’t intend to take things further.

At first, it had caused a lot of uncertainty and soul-searching for Melina, but she had since decided to stop questioning and overcomplicating things. Now, a few months after they’d started fooling around, she was completely comfortable with the situation. So they were a bit more intimate than most friends, so what? It wasn’t anyone else’s business, and it didn’t need to have a deep meaning for their relationship or her life. She just went along with whatever felt right and natural, and was much happier for it.

“So, Mom said maybe I could get a new laptop for my birthday, since that one is getting really old and crappy,” Abbie was saying, gesturing towards the computer on her nightstand.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Melina replied as she was toying with a strand of Abbie’s hair, braiding and unbraiding it. “Hey, that’s right, it’s your birthday next week.”

“Uh-huh. Don’t you forget it,” the blonde girl said, giving Melina a poke in the ribs.

Melina giggled, swatting her friend’s hand away. “So you’ll be officially a teenager, huh?”

“Yep,” Abbie said, then sighed. “Still don’t look like one, though. It’s not fair, how come I’m the older one but you grow way faster?” she asked, reaching out above her head to grab one of Melina’s boobs to illustrate her point.

Melina let out a surprised laugh, then caught her friend’s wrist to stave off the assault. She’d had a bit of a growth spurt over the summer, and was quite happy with the results. “Oh yeah, you’re older by like a month,” she reminded Abbie. “And anyway, I thought you liked these,” she added, pushing the girl’s hand back against her chest.

Abbie laughed with her. “Well, yeah I do,” she admitted, giving the breast a playful squeeze. “I just wish mine would grow some too, or at least that I’d get a bit taller.”

“You’re fine. You’re still a hottie,” Melina tried to reassure her.

Abbie turned over suddenly to look up at her, eyebrows raised. “Really? You think so?”

“Well yeah, of course…” Melina said hesitantly, a bit surprised at her friend’s reaction.

“You just… never really said it before.”

“Oh, really? Well, I mean… I guess I thought you knew,” Melina explained awkwardly. She hadn’t really meant to make a big deal about it, but now Abbie was beaming at the compliment. Had she really never told the girl how pretty she was? She supposed she’d been too shy at first, and then afterwards it might have slipped her mind. This was getting a bit embarrassing, though, so she tried to change the subject. “So, what do you want for your birthday? Other than a laptop, I mean. I don’t have money for that.”

“Hmmm,” Abbie made a show of pondering the question for a moment. “Scarlett Johansson in my bed?” she finally suggested with a hopeful smile.

Melina snorted, eyeing her friend’s poster of the actress on the wall. “Oh yeah, sure, let me just give her a call.”

“You’re the best.” Abbie grinned, then lifted up Melina’s shirt a little to deposit a kiss on her stomach. “Or, you know… maybe you in my bed would also be acceptable.”

Melina chuckled. She didn’t feel too bad about being second fiddle to the admittedly gorgeous actress. Besides, Abbie had a much better chance with her than with Scarlett. “I’m already in your bed,” she pointed out.

“Mmm, good point!” Abbie said, as if the realization had just hit her. She crawled on top of Melina and straddled her hips. “What am I gonna do with you then?  Any ideas, straight girl?”

Abbie still liked to tease her about that, even though after months of fooling around, it was quite clear that, at the very least, Melina wasn’t wholly straight. She stuck out her tongue at the girl in response.

Abbie giggled. “Oh? Is that your idea?” she asked, before she bent down and sucked the offered tongue into her mouth, just as Melina had hoped she would.

Their tongues tangled with some passion, and soon Abbie’s hand came up to caress those breasts she envied, making Melina moan into her mouth.

Reaching out behind her friend’s back, Melina pulled on the hem of her shirt until it was blocked by her arms.

Abbie broke the kiss to smile at her. “In a hurry?”

“Yeah,” Melina replied huskily. She’d been a bit horny ever since she got to Abbie’s, but now the kiss had kicked her lust into overdrive.

She pulled her friend’s shirt completely off when Abbie raised her arms to allow it. The girl wasn’t wearing a bra, as was usual for her when she wasn’t at school, much to Melina’s delight.

Their mouths met again, then Melina’s drifted off to kiss the other girl’s neck, her collarbone, then finally her revealed breasts. Her tongue teased one nipple, already stiff with excitement, making Abbie gasp and shiver in pleasure. Her boobs might be small, but Melina knew they were quite sensitive. She had learned to put that to good use.

“Mmm, Mel,” Abbie moaned as Melina’s tongue continued its caresses.

It was at this moment that they were interrupted by a phone ringing. They exchanged an annoyed look.

“Ignore it?” Melina suggested hopefully.

Abbie peered at the screen of the phone on her bedside table, and sighed. “It’s my dad, hold on,” she said as she reluctantly got off Melina’s body to pick up the phone. “Hi, Dad.”

Melina could vaguely hear a voice replying but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“What? Can’t you use your phone to—” Abbie began, then paused. “Okay, okay, hold on,” she continued after listening for a moment. She opened her laptop and seemed to be looking up something on the Internet.

Melina, a little annoyed at having been interrupted, decided to put the time to good use and took off her shirt, then her bra. She caught Abbie’s eye, and the girl grinned at her, momentarily distracted from her search.

Enjoying diverting her friend’s attention, Melina unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties, leaving her entirely naked. She was very pleased with the lustful look the other girl was giving her.

Abbie eyed her body up and down, biting her bottom lip, until the voice from the phone reminded her she was in the middle of something. “Uh, yeah, just a sec,” she said quickly, turning her attention back to the computer.

Melina crawled up to her friend and sat behind her, pressing her naked body against Abbie’s back. She reached around and undid the button on the girl’s shorts, then pulled down the zipper.

Abbie had a hard time trying to stifle her giggles. “No, I’m not laughing at you,” she said into the phone. “Mel is being, um, funny,” she added, elbowing Melina. Finally, she seemed to find what she was looking for. “Okay, here it is,” she announced and gave her dad an address. “Sure. Yeah, later.”

Abbie threw her phone on her pillow, and leaned back into Melina’s arms, letting out a sigh of contentment. “He forgot the address and didn’t want to use data on his phone,” she explained. Though Melina couldn’t see Abbie’s face, she could almost hear the eye roll in her voice. 

But Melina didn’t really care about the reason for the call, as long as it was over. Her hands still at Abbie waist, she gave a suggestive tug on her friend’s shorts.

Abbie giggled and helped her take off the garment, her panties along with it. “Well, aren’t you horny,” she said, turning her head to give Melina a kiss.

“Yeah, well, you were gone all weekend,” Melina complained.

“Aww, missed me? Had no one to take care of your… needs?” Abbie teased.

As a reply, Melina raised her hands to her friend’s chest, caressing that lovely flesh, and gently pinching her sensitive nipples.

“Mmmm. Okay, I missed you too,” Abbie admitted amid little gasps and moans. “Oh, hey, since we have this here, want some… inspiration?” she asked, nodding towards her laptop.

Melina chuckled. Occasionally they looked at naughty sites while fooling around. It’s not that they really needed the inspiration, but still, it was fun and exciting from time to time. “Um, sure, if you want,” she answered.

Abbie opened her favorite site, navigating with some difficulty due to Melina’s busy hands still pleasuring her. “Um, ‘two redheads love pussy,’ maybe?” she asked, reading the title of one video.

“Hmm, dunno. I like blondes,” Melina replied, kissing her friend’s hair.

Abbie turned her head to smile at her. “Maybe something with a blonde and a brunette then,” she suggested, twisting one of Melina’s brown curls around her finger. She scrolled down until she found something suitable and clicked on it, then leaned back against Melina.

On the screen, the two women in question were sitting on a bed, idly chatting in an awkwardly acted scene. Melina didn’t pay them much attention, instead concentrating on kissing Abbie’s neck while continuing to caress her nascent breasts. Her friend’s little moans never failed to turn her on even more. She let one of her hands veer south on a slow journey across the other girl’s belly, until it reached the treasure between her legs.

Abbie moaned loudly at the contact, pushing her pussy against Melina’s hand. She was already very wet. Her squirming around didn’t leave Melina indifferent either: Abbie’s back rubbing against her stiff nipples, the girl’s butt bumping against her sex; Melina was soon just as worked up.

In the video, the women had wasted no time taking their clothes off, and were now making out passionately. The blonde had her hand between the brunette’s legs, fondling her slippery-looking pussy, much to the latter’s vocal delight. She stopped her ministrations suddenly and brought her slick fingers to the mouth of her lover, who enthusiastically licked her own arousal off them. Giving her partner a teasing smile, the blonde woman then got up and walked off camera for a moment.

It had been a very sexy display, and Melina wondered how Abbie would react if she tried something like that. Her hand started moving up as soon as the thought entered her head, but she stopped herself halfway, hesitating.

Abbie took hold of her hand and, turning to look straight into Melina’s eyes, brought it to her mouth. She slowly sucked on two fingers, using her tongue to carefully clean up every trace of her honey. “Didn’t think I’d do it?” she asked once she was done, grinning.

Melina shivered at the erotic sight, her lust inflamed even more. She leaned forward for a hungry kiss, but it was soon broken by a sudden gasp when she felt Abbie’s hand slip between her legs.

The girl flashed that sexy, naughty smile of hers as she pressed her fingers into the folds of Melina’s sex. She then brought her hand back to her mouth and slowly licked her index finger clean. “Yum,” she said, then offered her equally slick middle finger to Melina.

Turned on as she was, Melina didn’t hesitate. She took the offered digit into her mouth and sucked on her own juices while looking into her friend’s eyes. She saw that Abbie seemed just as excited by the display as she’d been. They grinned at each other.

“Well, don’t stop what you were doing, though,” Abbie said, grabbing Melina’s hand and putting it firmly back on her yearning sex.

Melina got the message and resumed her caresses on her friend’s slick pussy, drawing a satisfied moan from the girl. She wasn’t left wanting either, as Abbie soon returned the favor, her hand moving between Melina’s thighs in very similar motions.

As they played with each other’s sex, Melina glanced back at the laptop screen and saw that the blonde woman was back, holding some sort of pink cylinder. “What’s that?” she asked breathily.

Abbie turned towards the computer to take a look. “I think it’s… a vibrator,” she said slowly.

Indeed, the woman on screen turned a knob on the device and it started buzzing. Smiling, she pressed it against her lover’s pussy, forcing a long, low moan out of her.

“Oh, wow,” Melina said, wide-eyed. She had vaguely heard of vibrators before, but had no concept of what they were actually like until now.

“Well, that looks fun!” Abbie said cheerfully.

Still with a busy hand between each other’s legs, they watched on for a while as the woman with the vibrator pleasured her partner. First she rubbed the toy along the brunette’s slit, teasing her clit with it on the way up, then she slipped it inside her lover’s pussy. All the while, the brown-haired woman was letting out blissful moans.

“Now I kinda want one of those,” Melina said, getting a little out of breath from watching the sexy video and the wonderful things her friend’s hand was doing to her.

“If you get me something cool for my birthday, maybe I’ll get you a vibrator for yours next month,” Abbie offered.

Melina snorted. “Oh sure. Who’s gonna sell that to a 12-year-old?”

“Excuse me, I’ll be thirteen. They’re, like, obligated to sell to me, or something.”

Pretty sure that’s not true,” Melina pointed out, amused.

“Well, fine, maybe not,” Abbie admitted. “But I’ll see what I can do. Only if you’re nice, though… and only if you share,” she added with a wink.

Melina laughed. There was no way her friend could really deliver on that, she thought, but it was a fun fantasy. “Oh, how nice do I have to be then?” she asked huskily.

Abbie turned to face her and grinned. Once more, she brought her hand, fingers slick with arousal, to Melina’s mouth.

Obediently sucking each finger clean in turn, Melina gave the other girl what she hoped was a very sultry look. She figured she’d succeeded pretty well at turning her friend on when she saw Abbie biting her bottom lip, returning a lust-filled gaze. She couldn’t deny she was quite excited herself by the naughty act of licking her own love juices.

As soon as she was done, Abbie pushed her down on the bed, and pressed her lips against hers. Their tongues joined in a very passionate kiss that sent a thrill through Melina’s body. She really loved kissing her friend, she had to admit. It never failed to make her all tingly inside.

When the kiss broke, they smiled at each other, then Abbie straightened up. Looking pointedly at Melina’s sex, she said, “now it’s my turn to taste you.”

Melina giggled and dutifully spread her legs for the other girl. “Isn’t that you being nice, though?” she asked teasingly. “I thought it was supposed to be the other way around.” Over the summer, she’d learned very well that it could be as enjoyable to give as to receive. Making Abbie moan sexily in response to her tongue movements had quickly climbed the list of her biggest turn-ons.

“Well, nobody’s stopping you,” Abbie replied as she casually rotated around and straddled Melina’s face. The invitation was quite clear.

With Abbie’s enticing pussy mere inches above her face, Melina could smell the girl’s arousal. A few short months ago, she would have never imagined taking pleasure in another girl’s intimate aroma, yet here she was, inhaling deeply of the erotic scent before lifting her head and giving her best friend’s nether lips a deep, passionate kiss.

Abbie let out a long moan as she enjoyed the feel of a tongue exploring her folds for a moment, then lowered her mouth to Melina’s sex to return the favor with much enthusiasm.

Melina groaned into her friend’s pussy as she felt that familiar-yet-always-amazing sensation emanating from between her thighs and spreading through her body. Abbie had a really talented tongue, she thought, not for the first time.

The position was called a 69, Melina had learned. They’d done it a few times before, and she found it very intimate and sensual. As she was reminded at that moment, though, it also sometimes made it hard to concentrate on your task when your partner was making you feel so good at the same time.

Trying to remain focused through the haze of pleasure, she lapped at Abbie’s sex as best as she could, giving long licks the length of her slit and pausing to tease her clit on each pass. Judging by the muffled moans she heard, she was doing a satisfactory job of it. 

She certainly had no complaints about her friend’s dextrous tongue either. She couldn’t concentrate on the specifics of what Abbie was doing to her, but she knew it was quickly bringing her near ecstasy. When she felt the girl’s lips clamp down to suck on her clit, a loud moan was forced out of her and her head fell back on the bed.

“Ah! Abbie!” she managed to shout before her orgasm reduced her to incoherent mewling. She was taken by surprise by the intensity of it, which made her squeeze her eyes shut in a long moment of bliss, then left her panting.

She slowly opened her eyes when she felt movement on the bed, and saw Abbie turning around to face her while still straddling her head.

Grinning down at her, her friend said, “Well? Finish the job, you lazy bum.”

Melina didn’t have much choice in the matter when Abbie knelt lower and pushed her pussy against her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment. This was certainly new… but hey, she was quite willing to go along with it.

She slid her tongue out to roam deep into the folds of Abbie’s sex, paying special attention to her pleasure button, of course. Looking up from this angle, she had a very sexy view of her friend’s beautiful body. She saw that Abbie was looking down at her as well, and they held each other’s gaze as Melina’s tongue made the girl pant faster and faster.

“Oh yeah, Mel. Yes. Yes!” Abbie moaned as she gently rocked her hips back and forth against Melina’s mouth.

Sensing the other girl was getting very close, Melina grabbed her butt to hold her in place while she licked at her clit for all she was worth.

“Oh! Fuck!” Abbie shouted, arching her back. She lost her balance and toppled forward, ending up on all fours as she broke her fall with her hands.

Melina smiled inwardly, pleased with herself. It always excited her when Abbie was turned on enough to say dirty words—though she herself was still usually too embarrassed for dirty talk. She held on to Abbie and kept up the assault of her tongue unrelentingly while the girl cried out her pleasure for long moments. It sounded like a really good one. She only let up when Abbie rolled away and collapsed on her back next to her.

Remembering the laptop, she glanced over and saw the video had finished while they were otherwise occupied. That was usually what happened in these situations.

“God… that was so good,” Abbie said haltingly, trying to catch her breath.

Smiling, Melina crawled up to her friend and gave her a sweet kiss.

Abbie smiled back, then giggled once she took a good look at Melina. “Um, sorry, I kinda messed up your face there,” she said, sounding at once guilty and amused. She leaned in again for another quick kiss, then used her tongue to clean up her juices around Melina’s mouth and cheeks, making her giggle as well.

“Um, that was okay, right?” Abbie asked uncertainly after she was done. “Like, over your face like that?”

“Yeah. It was, um… kinda fun,” Melina replied, giggling again.

Abbie grinned and kissed her once more. “I…” she began as they looked into each other’s eyes afterwards, then shook her head. “Um, nah, nothing.”

Melina gave her a weird look, but shrugged it off. Instead, she snuggled up close to Abbie and laid her head on the girl’s chest. They were both still rather sweaty, but she didn’t care. She loved this part. Sex was amazing, of course, but cuddling afterwards was also very special. So warm and intimate, like they were the only two people in the world. She had never felt so close to someone as she did to Abbie in these moments, and she felt like she could stay like this forever. A small voice in the back of her mind pointed out that these were not the kind of feelings you had for a friend, but she ignored it.

They remained in that position for a while, Melina idly tracing circles on her friend’s belly, while Abbie played with her hair. After some time, Melina glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and reluctantly sat up.

“I should probably go. I still have some homework left and I promised Mom I’d get back early to do it,” she said sadly.

“Aww, but I was comfy,” Abbie complained as she got up as well. Both of them began to put their clothes back on.

Melina smiled. “Yeah, me too. Hey, are you coming over tomorrow night? My mom has that weird… flower arrangement class, or whatever.”

“Oh, um…” Abbie hesitated. “Sorry, I kinda promised I’d go over to Anna’s…”

Melina blinked at her, confused and disappointed. “Who?”

“Anna. You know, that new girl who just moved here? She’s in math with us.”

“Oh, right, her.” Melina vaguely recalled the girl. Glasses, brown hair. Kind of cute, she supposed. “What, you guys are BFF’s already?”

Abbie laughed. “Relax, she’s not replacing you,” she said with a wink. “She just missed the first week of school and she’s a bit lost, asked me to explain some stuff.”

“Aaah, I see,” Melina said, nodding sagely. “The old ‘help with the math stuff and put the moves on the new girl’ routine, right?” she teased.

For a brief instant, Abbie gave her a sidelong thoughtful look, then she turned cheerful and said, “Hey, maybe I will! She looked kind of interested.”

Melina blinked again, unsure if her friend was being serious. “Wait, what? R-really?”

“Yeah, she was kinda… flirty, I guess? What can I say, I’m a hottie, you said it yourself,” Abbie said smugly, shrugging helplessly at her own attractiveness.

Melina wasn’t finding this very funny anymore. “So, you’re going to… with her?”

“We’ll see. Maybe,” Abbie replied nonchalantly. “Unless… that’s a problem?” she added, waiting for Melina’s reaction.

“I… well, I mean…” Melina had no idea what the roiling emotions she was experiencing meant, let alone how to express them. Inexplicably, though, it felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach.

“Doesn’t mean we have to stop doing it,” Abbie reassured her with a smile.

“Better not,” Melina mumbled. “I… I… I guess it’s okay then… Not really my business. I guess,” she finally said with a half-hearted shrug. If it didn’t change anything between them, why should she care what Abbie did? The terrible feeling wasn’t going away, though.

Abbie gave her an unreadable look for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, then,” she said simply.

They finished dressing up in rather awkward silence, then Melina made her way to the front door.

“Hey, hold on there, not so fast,” Abbie called out.

Turning to face her friend, Melina found Abbie’s lips suddenly upon hers. She wasn’t really in the mood for this anymore, but the other girl proved insistent, and she let herself be drawn into a long and admittedly very nice kiss. Mollified a little, she rewarded Abbie with a small smile.

“See you at school,” Abbie said, smiling back.

“Yeah. Bye,” Melina said before going out the door.

On the walk home, she tried to analyze her feelings. Part of it was anger. She was mad at Abbie. Why should she be, though? It’s not like they had ever agreed to be, well, anything really. They were best friends, and they fooled around. If Abbie wanted to do it with someone else too, it didn’t change that. Why should it bother her so much?

What if Abbie started to like this other girl more, though? What if they started dating? Then she’d be left alone. Well, they could still be friends but… After getting used to having wonderful sex regularly, it would be very hard to adjust.

No, that wasn’t it, though. Even if things didn’t get serious between Abbie and Anna… Just the thought of her friend being with someone else was making her blood boil. The intimacy she shared with Abbie, their connection, that was something special between them. She didn’t want to share that with anyone else. Abbie was hers. Really, how dare this skank try to come between them?

Melina stopped short mid-step, surprised at the strength of her emotions. She was jealous, she realized. Very jealous. What did it mean, though? She and Abbie weren’t girlfriends… Were they? Was she… in love with her best friend? She didn’t know what to think anymore. How did you know if you were in love?

Maybe if… you want to be with the other person all the time, and you feel an intense closeness to her like with no one else, and you have amazing sex and want to cuddle forever afterwards, and you feel incomplete when you’re separated? Any of this sounds familiar? said the little voice in her mind, the one she’d been ignoring all summer. It was getting its revenge with dripping sarcasm.

Shut up, she told the voice, feeling like an idiot.

She’d been content to just let things happen, to go along with the flow. She’d even refused to think things through when the line of thought had made her uncomfortable. And now, if she didn’t figure out how she really felt and acted on it, she would risk losing it all.

“I think… I need to have a talk with Abbie,” she said out loud to herself.

Continue on to Chapter 6

 

Snow Angels, Part One

  • Posted on October 11, 2016 at 3:58 pm

By Rebecka

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2010 }

God, I hate the snow. When I was fourteen years old, my best friend and I were trapped on a bus in a snow storm. It was the middle of January, the temperature was arctic (even before the snow), and I’d already seen more snow than an Atlanta girl was used to seeing in a decade. The problem was, I was no longer in Georgia.

“Minnesota sucks,” I grumbled.

Paul, the boy who sat beside me and who was my de-facto boyfriend, laughed condescendingly. “Wuss. You haven’t lived until you do it on the side of a ten foot snowdrift.”

I showed my disapproval by elbowing him in the ribs. “Asshole,” I added, when he laughed again. The truth was, I was utterly miserable being cold.

The snow had begun as a gentle flurry around ten, and had grown into a howling monster by the time school let out early at two-thirty. I was totally miffed that they would even have school on a day where a foot or more of snow was predicted by three o’clock. Only in Minnesota.

“Actually,” he said, gazing out the window at the brutal white out. “This is pretty radical, even for Minnesota.”

A lake-effect storm gone psycho; they were now predicting up to four feet with snow-drifts eight feet high by midnight. Unbelievable.

Twenty minutes later, Paul got off the bus half a block from his house — reluctantly; he liked leaving me on the bus no more than I liked being left — waited in the whirlwind until the bus pulled away, waving at me unhappily, and then trudged toward home with his shoulders hunched and his hands jammed into the pockets of his parka. It bothered me seeing him so miserable; I was really getting to like Paul.

For the next hour and forty-five minutes, the bus crept forward a foot at a time, discharging students lucky enough not to live in Mesaba Estates, while I ran my battery down to a flashing outline relentlessly texting Paul and my other friends, barely paying attention as the ridership of Bus 9899 dwindled to fewer than a handful of students. Scowling out the window into the now perfect darkness, I clamped my arms across my chest, pressed my lips into a straight line, balled my fists against my ribs and tried to keep my nostrils from flaring unattractively. Not that anyone would look at me and see. The driver was too wrapped in driving to look anywhere but out the icy front windshield.

Twenty minutes later, the only other passenger on the bus beside myself was Agnes Ahlberg, the one person on the route who lived farther from the school than myself. As she always did, Agnes sat alone by the window, five rows from the back, on the opposite side of the bus.

Agnes was peculiar. She wasn’t pretty, but neither was she ugly. The truth was, Agnes could be cute if she wanted to be. However, she always wore her dark hair parted in the middle, chose drab, out of fashion clothes, and looked totally devoid of makeup, even when she had some on. She was a seriously blah girl that boys either ignored or ridiculed, and who girls made fun of. In the half-year I’d been at school, I’d talked to her maybe twice, three times at the most. We’d never had a real conversation.

Looking at her reflection in the glass, I felt guiltily sorry for her. Like me, she had her arms crossed over her chest, and was staring out the window, unseeing, by the look of her reflected face. I watched her out the corner of my eye, afraid to be caught looking.

Two things happened at once. The driver, a string bean balding man in his late fifties,yelled “Shit!” and then suddenly the bus was sliding sideways, the front end going right and the rear end going left, the tires on the locked wheels making a grinding sound as they plowed through the built-up snow and ice, the noise becoming twice as loud as the bus, going nearly perpendicular to the road now, extended both sets of wheels into the gravel shoulders.

I grabbed the top of the seat ahead, sensed Agnes doing the same thing behind me. I was too afraid to speak, too shocked to cry out. Looking back, I locked eyes with a wide-eyed Agnes.

We hit something with a sickening jolt, and suddenly the bus was no longer going sideways but backwards. Agnes and I screamed at the same time and so did the driver, though his scream was more an angry denial than an expression of fear. I watched as he twisted the wheel first one way and then the other, having no effect whatsoever on the attitude or direction of the bus. It slid off the road and headed down the embankment, which thankfully wasn’t steep enough to tip the bus over onto its side. It was steep enough, however, to pitch me off my seat into the isle and fling Agnes against the side of the bus. I grimaced as I heard what could only be her head smacking the window. Being thrown around as I was, I was unable to look back and see if she was injured.

“No! No, goddammit, no!” The driver, still fighting the wheel as though it could make any possible difference, had finally found his voice. More profanities spewed from his mouth as the bus took a particularly hard lurch crashing through a line of saplings planted on the hillside. The impact bounced him off the ungiving wall, and halfway off his seat. He kept one hand on the wheel while planting the other on an outcrop of the dashboard. Nothing he did had the slightest effect on the bus’s trajectory. And then suddenly it was over.

Oh, my God, I thought frantically. We’ve stopped. I looked out the windows to make sure this assumption was in fact, correct. It was. To my amazement the bus had remained upright, coming to rest on almost perfectly level ground. Listing only slightly, it apparently had the right front tire on the highest ground, and the left rear tire on the lowest. How in the name of God we hadn’t tipped over, I didn’t know.

The driver coughed explosively. Pushing back into his seat, he twisted around to look back at us. Still coughing, he choked out, “Are you girls okay?”

I looked back at Agnes, who looked on the verge of hyperventilating. She was fingering the left side of her head gingerly. She winced, but nodded.

“We’re all right,” I confirmed. “What about you?”

“Okay,” he answered. His coughing fit had subsided. I wondered if it had been a reaction to fear, because I felt like I should be coughing too. In fact, I think I was seriously close to throwing up. I looked back at Agnes.

“Are you okay?” I said. I asked this not in the way of a curious bystander, but as a friend. Peculiar or not, Agnes had just gone through the same horrible experience that I had. I felt an instant bond with her, if not of friendship, then at least of camaraderie. We had survived.

Carefully, I got up and brushed off the back of my jeans. My elbow hurt, and so did both of my butt cheeks. So did the outside of my left thigh, where I must have hit it against the opposite seat going down. My back also felt stiff, as though I’d almost thrown it out of whack.

Wincing as she examined the extent of her lump, Agnes smiled tentatively. “Where are we?” she asked. “Do you know?”

I had to admit that I had no idea. Turning to the driver — his back was giving him problems too, from the looks of it — I asked the same question of him that Agnes had asked of me. He looked dubious.

“Well, I think we’re off Broad Neck Road.”

Anxiety shot through my chest at the question mark in his voice. “You think? You don’t know?”

Rather painfully, the driver shrugged. “I know we turned off Route 3. The trouble is, it was snowing so hard when we turned that I couldn’t make out the sign. There were no landmarks that I could identify either. It was a complete white-out, for God’s sake. I had to count off distance by the odometer and when I saw a road where Broad Neck was supposed to be, I turned. I wasn’t positive, but the turns in the road seemed right, and I knew we must have been coming up on Wentworth when we went off.” He hesitated, unsure.

“How far did you go up?” I asked. Right after we had moved in, I had idly checked the distance on Dad’s odometer from the school to home. The distance from Route 3 to Wentworth was a mile and a half. Though I hadn’t been paying close attention, I was sure that we had gone a mile and a half down Broad Neck, maybe even two miles. Oh, God. Were we lost?

“Relax,” he said, smiling tightly. “Even if we’re on the wrong road, it’s not like we’re on the backside of the moon. We didn’t slide that far, and anyone passing will see the headlights. They’re pointing right at the road.” We all looked through the front windshield at the whirling, driving snow. I wondered if the lights could be seen from twenty feet away, much less up that long hill to the road. Seemed to me anyone up there would be concentrating hard as could be on the snow-covered pavement right before him or her; not sightseeing.

“Besides…” He indicated the radiophone that he used to communicate with the dispatcher and the school. “I’ll call in and they’ll send a wrecker out for the bus and a 4×4 to get you girls home. We can’t be more than a hundred feet from the road. Nothing to worry about.”

In my old school district in Atlanta, the buses had all been equipped with GPS tracker units on the roof, and 3D displays on the dashboard. You couldn’t get lost, even if you tried. Here, you had to depend on the radiophone if something went wrong; or, on your cell phone. Remembering that mine was dead gave me a new, queasy feeling. I pulled it out and flipped back the lid to check. It was dead, completely. It had died in my pocket. I couldn’t even call my folks to tell them what was going on.

“Fuck,” I muttered. Any minute now, Mom would start having conniptions. I turned to Agnes. “Can I borrow your cell phone? Mine is dead.”

She smiled in apology and shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t have one.”

I looked at her in astonishment. “You don’t have one?”

She shook her head, blushing, lowering her eyes out of embarrassment. I didn’t know anyone, not even here in Minnesota that didn’t have a cell phone. I turned to the driver, whose name I now remembered was Mr. Sanford.

“Could I use your cell phone to call my mom? Mine’s dead,” I said, holding it out as proof.

Nodding absently, he dug in his coat pocket and came out with a cell phone, which he flipped open. Looking at the display, he wrinkled his forehead worriedly. He held the cell phone up and away from him, turned in a quarter-circle, and then turned completely around. Then he walked down the isle toward us moving the cell phone to either side of the bus, scowling more and more deeply.

“The tower must be down. I usually get three bars out here, no matter where we are.” He looked out the window in the general direction of Route 3, where the cell phone towers were. “Bad luck,” he said, holding out the display so that I could verify that he was telling the truth. The phone was a beat up old Samsung; I was amazed it worked at all. Sure enough, there were no bars showing.

Suddenly, Mr. Sanford turned around to stare at the handset of the radiotelephone. He hurried back up the isle to the front, Agnes and I right behind him.

Please! I thought. Please, please let that phone be working!

Snatching up the handset, Mr. Sanford pushed the transmit lever on the side and spoke into the handset loudly and clearly: “Dispatch? 9899. Over.”

Nothing but static answered the callout. “Dispatch? 9899 here, calling an emergency. We are off the road somewhere east of Wentworth on Broad Neck Road. Do you copy, dispatch?”

He released the transmit lever and we listened to more static. I thought, maybe, that I heard a faint voice attempting to answer. If so, it sounded from the far side of the moon.

Bending over to check the dial, Mr. Sanford called out again. When there was till no answer, he rotated the switch to a second frequency and called out on that. The results were no better. Each time his call for help went unanswered, my stomach cramped a little harder, and my hands shook a little more, until I felt right on the edge of panic.

“Are we trapped out here?” I croaked. “Please tell me we aren’t trapped out here!” I cast a frantic look at Agnes and found her staring back at me with big, slowly blinking eyes.

“It’s okay,” she muttered. “Even if we are, it’s not like we’re going to freeze to death or anything. The engine’s running, and we have plenty of gas.” She and I and Mr. Sanford all looked at the dashboard at the same time. Seeing the needle on the gas gage resting at just over half a tank, I released a shuddering sigh and relaxed. If worst came to worse, we could run the engine for a while, get things warm and toasty, and then shut it off for a while. It would surely last until we were rescued.

After trying the third and final frequency with the same result, and then going through all three channels one more time, Mr. Sanford resolutely replaced the handset into the cradle and cursed mildly under his breath.

“Either the weather is doing this, we’re too far out, which I don’t believe is possible, or something happened to the antenna when we crashed. Whatever the cause–” He folded his arms deliberately across his chest. “–we’re stranded here until the storm is over, or until they come looking for us.”

Another thought occurred to me. “What about food? What about water?”

Looking surprised, and then thoughtful, Agnes returned to her seat and grabbed her backpack off the floor. She hunted through it for a moment and brought out an unopened bottle of Dasani. It was only 12 oz, but it was something to drink. Seeing it made me remember the half-full bottle of Diet-Coke in my own backpack.

“I have a pack of cookies in here somewhere too,” she said. She located not one, but two packs of Oreo cookies in the smaller front pocket. She continued looking, but finally shrugged and said, “That’s it, sorry.”

We both looked at Mr. Sanford, who shook his head. “Worst comes to worst, we melt snow. It’s not like we’ve any shortage of frozen water.”

Snowballs for dinner; how yummy.

I told them about my half-bottle of Diet-Coke, not wanting anyone to think I was holding out on them. I only wished that I had two packages of cookies in my backpack instead of the half-ounce of pot I was holding for Paul. I guessed we could eat that if we had too. That idea made me grin, wryly.

While Mr. Sanford returned to the radiotelephone, and alternately his useless cell phone, Agnes and I sat down in a seat a few rows back and bundled our arms across our chests. Despite the heat blowing out the floor vents, it felt not much warmer than fifty degrees in the bus. I experimentally opened my mouth and blew out air. I was alarmed to see mist. It was colder than I had thought. Agnes leaned forward and looked at the floor, then up at the frost-encrusted windows. For them to be frozen over like that, the temperature outside must have really plummeted.

“This is scary,” she whispered. “I’ve never seen snow blow this hard.” She wiped the window with the heel of her hand; it did nothing whatsoever to clear the frost, only made scrape marks that, if anything, worsened things. Looking at it first, Agnes rubbed the side of her hand against her pant leg and then put it back in her pocket. It occurred to me that Agnes was no more a Minnesota native than I was.

“Where are you from?” I asked.

She sighed wistfully. “Florida. I hate it here. Where about you?”

“Atlanta,” I admitted. “What part of Florida?”

“Sarasota. You moved up over the summer?”

I nodded. Though she looked at me with quick, semi-embarrassed glances, she had beautiful, big brown eyes, the color and warmth of chocolate. Her skin, though peppered with tiny dots of acne across her forehead, was otherwise flawless. Like many girls with very dark hair, she had a hint of a mustache; it wasn’t unattractive, however, it was just there. The few times she had smiled, she had displaced a very nice set of teeth. I wondered how a girl as inherently attractive as Agnes could be so insecure, so timid, so off-putting.

“I’d give anything to be in Florida right now,” she said, shivering. I thought of bikinis and waxing, spaghetti-straps and shorts and sandals. I wondered if they even sold sandals in the state of Minnesota.

“What made your folks move up here?” I asked.

She shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “My dad got his own congregation here. That, and it was almost like moving home again. We’re originally from Wisconsin. He hates hot weather almost as much as I love it. It’s just not fair,” she moped, thrusting out her lower lip.

I had to laugh. “What do you mean by congregation? Like a church congregation?”

She nodded. “Synagogue. He’s a rabbi. My mother teaches–”

“You’re Jewish?” I broke in, startled.

She looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Agnes? Ahlberg? Yeah,” she added, drawing out the word condescendingly. “What did you think I was?” Her lips curling up at the corners; I loved how her eyes twinkled as she smiled.

Feeling my face redden, I answered thickly: “I don’t know. I thought-”

“That I was Greek?” she interrupted teasingly. “Yugoslavian? I guess I have the coloring for a Yugoslavian. Actually, I’m from Poland, by way of Sweden. My grandparents emigrated just after the war. Mom and Dad were an arranged marriage, actually. Does it bother you that I’m Jewish?”

“Well… no,” I said uncertainly. I didn’t think it bothered me. Looking at her more closely, I didn’t understand how I could have not known she was Jewish. Suddenly, her unpopularity made more sense. There are not a lot of Jews in Minnesota.

“I’ve never had a Jewish friend before,” I admitted.

“Is that what I am now?” she asked, almost caustically. “Your friend?”

“You don’t want to be?” I countered. A smile tugged at my own lips.

Her smile broadened, began to show teeth. “You’re sure it’s allowed? I mean, after all, you are blond and beautiful. You wouldn’t want to jeopardize your good standing, or your good seat at lunch.”

Though said teasingly, her words had bite. I sat at a table jammed from one end to the other with all my friends; most of the time, Agnes ate alone or with a small group of equally nerdy friends.

In reply, I said: “There’s room for one more at my table. Or we could always start our own table. Nerds on one side, all the cool kids on the other.”

She couldn’t help herself. With a startling radiance, a smile broke across her face. My right hand rose of its own accord, and with no instruction from me whatsoever swept the hair on her left side back behind her ear. My left hand came up and did the same to the hair on her other side. Startled, she blinked and jerked slightly backwards away from me. Embarrassed, I shot a glance forward and was relieved to see Mr. Sanford bent over, examining the settings on the radio. He had the microphone in his hand.

“Sorry,” I said, looking away. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Agnes had self-consciously — or subconsciously — swept her hair back behind her ears, securing whatever I had missed. I felt my face begin to redden hotly. I looked down at my clamped-together hands, wishing I were anywhere but on that bus. Agnes sat back against the seat and looked at the window.

“I should move,” I muttered, almost unintelligibly.

“Please don’t.” Her right hand shot out and hovered just above my clasped hands. She moved it back, though left it hovering over my thigh. I was appalled. What had I done?

“Can I show you something?”

I nodded stiffly.

Picking up her backpack, Agnes unzipped the main compartment and removed a small, white laptop computer and sat it on her lap. I recognized the Apple logo. Her fingers fumbled at the catch, finally the lid into the upright position, where it displayed a sign-on screen. With visibly trembling fingers she typed in her password and hit the Return key. The desktop appeared. She paused, trembling. Suddenly she shut the lid again. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” I enquired. I didn’t want to admit that I was as confused as I was embarrassed.

“What I was doing.”

“What were you doing?”

“That’s what I can’t show you,” she said cryptically.

“Agnes…” I fought to keep my hand in my lap where it belonged, not across the narrow space separating her from me. “You should show me, Agnes.”

“I’m too embarrassed,” she complained. In fact, her face had gone beet red, redder even than mine had been a minute ago. She started to return the laptop to her backpack; I reached across and caught her right wrist.

“You should show me. It’s okay, I promise. We’re supposed to be friends, remember?”

She laughed bitterly. “I don’t think we’re that good of friends. Please let go of my hand.”

Instead, I forced her to return the laptop to her thighs and fought with her to reopen the lid. She resisted me with something akin to mild panic.

“It’s okayI” I assured her. “Whatever it is, I’m not gonna think bad of you.”

“Yes, you are,” she said decidedly. “You’re never gonna want to talk to me again.” Regardless, she released the lid and let me lever it into an open position.

“Type in the password,” I coaxed.

“No.”

“Please, Agnes? I want to see.”

“No, you don’t,” she said unequivocally.

“Yes, I do.”

Stubborn, she just shook her head.

Pulling the computer off her lap onto my own lap, I typed combinations of letters close to what I had seen her enter. Frowning, her forehead creased and her eyebrows pulled into a straight line, she watched while I tried combination after combination. I was just about to give up when it hit me: I typed in my last name.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said.

Agnes looked away, groaning softly. I stared at her, blinking. When the desktop was firmly in place, I moved the cursor around using the touch-pad, trying to think what to do next. I looked over at Agnes again.

“Here,” I said, “show me.”

Wordlessly, she reached over and directed the cursor to the Mail icon in the toolbar at the bottom of the screen. She clicked it, and a moment later a window popped up, covering the middle of the display. I skimmed down the unfamiliar list of addresses and headers, looking for anything of interest. I saw nothing. It was just typical correspondence from friends and acquaintances of hers, interspersed with junk mail.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

Again silently, she moved the cursor so that it rested above the Drafts folder on the left side of the screen. When she removed her hand and replaced it in her lap, I clicked the link. Blinking, I gasped. Filling the Drafts folder were email after email addressed to me.

“Agnes,” I said. “What is this?” I looked at her, and her lips were trembling. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her jaw quivered as though she’d burst into sobs at any moment. Unbidden, my hand stole over to her lap and gripped her clasped hands. “Don’t,” I said very softly. I looked from her face, to the screen and back again.

The latest email in the queue, dated last night at 10:45 P.M., read:

Dear Ellen,

Another boring day. I’m sitting on my bed propped against the headboard and a stack of pillows. I’m in the pajamas you like so much (the white ones with the blue stripes?), watching a repeat of Grey’s Anatomy. Lexie just kissed McSteamy and I am absolutely livid over it! I want to throw the remote at the screen! What is wrong with that girl?

Anyway, today at lunch you glanced over at me and I managed to get my eyes away from you just in time. You were talking to Sara, who had a really nasty look on her face, the kind she gets when she’s teasing me or talking to someone when she know I can overhear. I wanted to give her the finger, but oddly enough, I don’t think it was me she was talking about.

One thing I have to give you: although you normally look at whoever she’s sniping about, you usually look as though whatever Sara’s saying bores or irritates you. Also, you are never mean when talking to un-cool people like me, like Sara and your other friends are. I like that about you. You’re different. In many ways, you’re more like me and my friends than you are like Sara and her friends. Not that I think you’re drab. You are the most un-drab person I can imagine. It just hurts me to see you hang around those B’s and know I’ll never be a part of your group, never be good enough for you.

She went on to describe her evening, including an argument with her mom, a yelling match she’d gotten into with her brother — I couldn’t imagine Agnes yelling at anyone, brother included — and difficulties with her homework. I also read about the ten times she had wanted to call me on the telephone and hadn’t the nerve, the heartbreaking hopelessness she felt, knowing that I’d never in a million years call her.

It made me want to cry, and at the same time, go sit at the back of the bus, as far away from her as I could get. Never once, had I ever suspected anything.

“I don’t understand,” I muttered honestly. “We don’t even know each other. How could…?” The improbabilities made my head spin. There were so many emails.

Scrolling down the list I realized that a day hadn’t passed in the last month that she hadn’t written me something. Often, there were two or three, even four emails in one day. Turning my head, I looked at her, dumbfounded. Then I pushed the laptop away and stumbled out of the seat and made my way to the back of the bus.

I didn’t understand. Worse, I didn’t understand my reaction. No, that’s a lie; I understood my reaction fully well: I had freaked. I was overwhelmed. Floored by the unexpectedness of the discovery as well as by the significance of it. This girl was in love with me. In love, or hopelessly infatuated, which for a teenager amounts to the same thing. It was so totally not what I expected.

Confounded, I sat with my arms clamped over my chest, my legs clamped together, staring at the window. Ahead of me, Agnes remained where I had left her in her seat. Although I paid no attention to her at all, I could tell without looking that she was really shaken up, possibly even crying. Peripherally, I could see her hunched over, looking at the floor.

Why had she showed me the laptop? Why had she led me to the emails? Was she crazy? What was she thinking about? How could she possibly think I was interested in her? I wanted to jump up and scream Lezzie! Freak! Dyke! Go get your pussy somewhere else!

The question, unbidden and coming out of nowhere, rocked me back in my seat:  Then why the hell did you touch her hair?

What? I demanded, almost aloud.

You touched her hair, tucked it behind her ears. What the hell did you think would happen?

I didn’t do that, I objected.

The hell you didn’t! You led her on, and then freaked when she responded to your advances.

I sat bolt upright. Indignantly I set that voice straight right away. Bullshit! No action of mine resulted in that girl filling her head and her computer with nonsense! Did you see that shit? She’s been writing to me since the start of school. When did I ever so much as smile at her or say more than hi? Today was the first time we ever said more than ten words to each other. The only time I even notice her is when she says or does something stupid. She’s nothing to me.

Really, the voice asked. You think that’s true?

I sat, fuming. Where the hell did this voice get off telling me I didn’t know my own mind? Since when had I ever thought, or cared about Agnes Ahlberg? God damned little cunt-licker.

For another ten minutes I remained rigidly in denial. Then, slowly, as my anger drained away, I began to experience doubt. If I was to be truthful with myself, wasn’t it true that I was unusually aware of someone I claimed to have no interest in? Although we shared no classes, why did I always seem to notice what clothes she wore, the state of her hair, her lack of makeup and who, if anyone, she was conversing with? Anyway, I had to ask myself, was I sometimes bothered seeing her crack a smile or have her dullness otherwise lifted talking with another girl? (I had never, that I could remember, seen her talking to a guy.) And why did the face looking back at me from the frosted over window, though blurry and somewhat distorted, look so miserable?

With a suddenness that made me jump, the engine died and the lights went out. Ten rows ahead of me, Agnes gasped and started out of her hunched-over position. Mr. Sanford muttered, “What the hell?” and looked around the interior of the bus, now lit only by an emergency light mounted front and rear on the ceiling.

I stood up, uncertainly, and then sat back down again. Now what? I wondered.

Setting aside her backpack, which she had been holding in her lap, Agnes slid off her seat and walked cautiously forward, stopping right behind the driver’s seat. Mr. Sanford was trying to restart the engine, but it wasn’t even turning over. It made no noise at all, not even the clicking noise my dad’s car made when the battery had died. I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest and looked down at the floor. With the engine stopped, heat no longer blew out of the vents. I began to shiver.

“What’s the matter?” Agnes croaked, alarm in her voice. “Why won’t it start?”

“I don’t know, honey,” Mr. Sanford said distractedly. “We have plenty of fuel.” He tapped the gas gauge, and then examined all the other gauges on the dashboard, his finger following his eyes. “I’m afraid it could be electrical.”

“Isn’t the engine a diesel?” Agnes surprised me by asking.

Mr. Sanford grunted disagreement. “Propane. It needs electricity, just like a regular gasoline engine.” He stared at the dashboard, muttering, thinking hard. “The only thing I can think of is the alternator went out when we hit that stranded car.” So that was what the impact had been that spun us completely around. He half rose out of his seat to look out over the hood. “We hit on the left side, where the alternator is. If it was damaged or the belt came loose…” He shrugged and sat back down. “The engine would run on the battery for a while, until it ran out. I think that’s what happened.” He did not sound happy. It fact, he sounded very worried.

“How long will the emergency lights work?” Agnes wanted to know. She looked at the fixture above the windshield, then at the one above the rear door. Our eyes met for an instant. I looked away, half a second too late.

“Eight hours,” Mr. Sanford said. “More or less. They work off a separate battery.” He looked over his shoulder at Agnes. “Don’t worry. We’ll be out of here way before then. I promise you.”

Agnes shook her head forcefully. “How can you promise that? We’re stranded here. We’re not even sure we’re on the right road. You weren’t able to raise anybody, and now we don’t even have lights to show anybody where we are.”

The rising panic in her voice was unmistakable. Shaking off my stupor, I slid off the seat and shuffled up the isle. She had just begun to speak again in a high, cracking voice when I touched her shoulder. She jumped and screamed sharply.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “The bus is insulated, right, Mr. Sanford? It shouldn’t get below freezing in here. We can easily hold out until someone finds us. We have your water, and my Diet-Coke, and like Mr. Sanford said, we can always eat snow if we really get thirsty.” I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “We’ll be fine.” Her fear I could handle, but I wanted to flinch away from the look of pain and betrayal in her eyes. I smiled. It felt horribly forced and wooden.

“The trouble is–” We both looked at Mr. Sanford. “No matter how well the insulated the bus is….” He paused to look at the already glazing-over windshield. “The temperature is going to continue to drop until it gets quite uncomfortable in here. I’m sure they’ll find us before the drop in temperature becomes life-threatening–” He held up his hands defensively. “But I don’t think I can take that chance.”

“What do you mean?” I asked dubiously. He didn’t expect us to leave the bus, did he? That seemed suicidal.

“I have to go for help. I’ll–”

“No!” Agnes and I wailed in tandem.

“You can’t go out there!”

“You’ll freeze to death!” Agnes cried.

“You won’t even be able to find the road!”

“And what if no one comes along? There’s hardly any houses along that stretch of road.”

“Even if it’s Broad Neck,” I persisted. “Which we’re not sure it is.”

“You’ll freeze to death!” Agnes repeated.

Sanford stood up. “I have a responsibility to you kids. To make sure you’re safe. You won’t be safe as long as we’re stranded in this bus without heat. I have boots, I have a heavy winter coat; my ski cap and woolen gloves will keep me plenty warm. I’ll be fine,” he assured us.

“Bullshit!” I shot back. “You’ll kill yourself, and leave us here alone to freeze. You’re shirking your responsibility, not honoring it!” ”

Looking pained that I would use such language, Mr. Sanford shook his head and pulled his parka off the back of his seat. Agnes looked close to panic again, but also undecided, biting her lower lip. She looked from me to Mr. Sanford and back, plaintively. I shrugged. If Mr. Sanford wanted kill himself, what could I do about it?

“This is really stupid,” I grumped.

“Really stupid,” Agnes echoed. I noticed a plume of steam in front of her mouth, and tried not to think about that.

Mr. Sanford said: “Inside that compartment are blankets.” He pointed to a large square door built into the bottom of the dashboard. “Wrap yourselves up in them. There are flares in there as well. I’ll mark my path up to the road so that I can find my way back. They burn for fifteen minutes each. I’ll take half and leave half here with you. When the one closest to the bus go out, pitch out a fresh one. Even in the snow storm I’ll be able to find my way back.”

He squatted and flipped back the catches holding the door closed. Right in the front was a stack of plastic wrapped blankets. He grabbed one and tossed it to Agnes, another to me, and two more, one for each of us. Taking one out of the plastic bag, I shook it out and wrapped it around my shoulders. The other I clutched under my right arm. Agnes held her own against her chest, looking very unhappy.

“This is really stupid, Mr. Sanford.”

Mr. Sanford pulled out a red plastic box, flipped open the top and removed a package of flares. There were three of them side by side in the package, protected by a plastic blister pack. Examining them for a long moment, he stuffed the package into his pocket, and then removed the others. There were four packs altogether, twelve flares in all. He pitched the box back into the compartment, resealed the hatch and stood up.

“Do you know how to light a flare?” He looked from one to the other of us.

“I’ve seen it done on television,” Agnes admitted doubtfully. “You scratch the top of the cap across the top of the flare.” She pantomimed the action, her movements no more certain than her voice.

“Exactly,” Mr. Sanford agreed. He separated the top flaps of the blister pack, took the plastic tabs in the fingers of each hand, and pulled the packaging apart. Indented plastic buttons on either side held it together. He held out one of the flares to Agnes, but she shied away. I took it instead.

“Show me,” he said.

Clumsily, I peeled the red fabric band holding the plastic top to the flare and dropped it on the floor. The cap slid off easily, revealing a red button atop the flare that would ignite when struck by the rough surface on the cap. I would not want to ignite it on the bus.

“Not here,” Mr. Sanford said, grinning. To my surprise, he winked at me. Despite knowing that it was simply an effort to ease my mind, I blushed a little bit, looking away in embarrassment.

“Okay. Let’s give this a go.” Mr. Sanford showed Agnes how to lever the doors open with the emergency handle, then had me step down into the well, where he joined me. “Go ahead,” he said.

Looking very unhappy about it, Agnes struggled with the lever until the doors inched apart and let in a blast of frigid air and snow. Flakes peppered my face, making me blink. I held my hands up for protection, squinting my eyes, which teared almost immediately. My unprotected hands began to sting.

“Do it quickly. You don’t want more cold air getting in than you absolutely have to.”

Taking a deep breath, still squinting, I held the flare outside the open doors and clumsily struck it with the top of the cap. Nothing happened.

“Damn it!” I cried, striking the top of the flare again with the same result. From behind me, Mr. Sanford reached around and took each of my hands in one of his and, after holding them steady a moment, deliberately and forcefully dragged the striker patch across the chemical bottom. With a whoosh, and a stink of sulfur, the flare ignited.

“Oh, my God!” I cried, looking away, blinded. I hadn’t expected it to be so bright. Still holding my hand, Mr. Sanford pitched the flare fifteen feet out into the snow. It’s own weight and the spewing fan of brilliantly burning gases made it sink immediately out of sight. I hadn’t expected that either.

“Dammit! That’s no good!”

“Just wait, sweetie.”

A moment later, the snow began to glow red and suddenly there was an erupting volcano fifteen feet from the bus.

“The flare is made of sodium chlorate. It burns anywhere, even under water. Nothing can put it out.” He had let go of my hands and backed up the stairs, where he took the lever from Agnes and closed the doors against the snow. “It’ll burn for fifteen minutes. When it dies you strike another one and throw it out. You have six flares, which means I have an hour and a half to find help and get back here.”

“What if you don’t?” Agnes asked in a strangled voice. “You won’t survive out there for an hour and a half. You won’t make it fifteen minutes. Please, Mr. Sanford, please don’t go!”

For a moment, I thought Mr. Sanford might cave under her pleas, but following a moment’s indecision, he jammed his woolen ski cap down over his ears, zipped his parka up to his chin and fastened the Velcro straps, and donned his gloves.

“You kids take care of yourselves. I’ll be back before you know it. Close the door behind me and don’t forget to light the next flare.” And without further, he banged open the doors, jumped down into the well, crouched and leaped as far out into the snow as he could. Stupefied, I watched him struggle through the thigh deep snow up to and past the burning flare, watched him wave as merrily as if he was off on a skiing expedition, and finally disappear into the swirling, cascading darkness.

“Fuck!” I said angrily. Grabbing the door close mechanism, I banged the bi-fold doors closed with a vengeance.

Continue on to Part Two

 

Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, Chapter 7

  • Posted on October 10, 2016 at 2:53 pm

By eloquent delinquent

For a moment I hover over my daughter’s upturned face, perched in the most provocative position imaginable, on all fours above her, between her open legs. I’m nearly nude, my small boobs jiggle slightly, hard nipples pointed straight at her. On the floor beneath me, the skirt of her green dress has flipped up, and she makes no effort to conceal her pink silky little girl cunt, now on display for me, wet and excited from the way she was grinding against my thigh just moments before.

Mother and daughter boldly examine one another’s sexuality, arousal growing.

She raises her head as I lower mine and we meet in a sloppy kiss. Our hands are busy holding us up, so for a moment only our lips and tongues can express what we’re feeling. We lick and press and move our heads, sighing into each others mouth, until too much of my hair spills across her face and we both start eating it.

We part, smacking and puffing and giggling, both precariously bracing on one hand to drag my errant wavy blonde strands out of our mouths. I usually have my hair pulled back when we do this kind of thing. I was unprepared. This angle isn’t going to work. I need to be lower, or she needs to be higher, or…. Or both.

I sit back, kneeling, and reach out to Bianca. “Come on, honey, get up. We’re gonna try something new.”

She takes my hands. She twists around, righting herself on the market’s shiny restroom floor. “New?”

The upward lilt at the end of her question reveals my six year old’s eagerness, and I’m impressed as ever with her. At times like these I wonder, how does she actually see all this? How much does she understand, how is she coping with the secrecy, and such an early erotic awakening, and her perverted mother?

But then I remind myself, those are my concerns, not hers. For Bianca, this is normal. Seeking pleasure in her childlike way, the sensuality of her body, the feeling of desire heating her, and coming to Momma to get it honeyed away. It’s how she’s grown up. Her sexuality is just another avenue to be explored, learned, experienced, like reading or tumbling or making her own breakfast.

Really, why wouldn’t she be this eager, growing bolder with me as her skills improve? I’ve treated her body with love and openness since the beginning, knowing even in my most passionate moments that her satisfaction is more important than mine. She’s my little girl. And treating her like this has given her so much confidence, knowing that even when things are bad, before too long she’ll be immersed in love, and her body will shiver in ecstasy. Every step on her journey has brought her nothing but bliss. That’s why she looks at every new stage of our incestuous life, like this one, with pure excitement.

“Up up,” I urge, and hold her hands while she struggles to her feet as best as she can with her weak knees and slippery socks. Eventually she’s standing, looking me in the eye with happy curiosity. I tug her in for a kiss, then guide her by the wrists toward the counter.

She looks over her shoulder at me, brown hair sweeping back.

“Get on the changing table, Bon-Bon,” I say, letting go of her dainty wrists. “Get up and I’ll give you more honey loves, like I did when you were little.”

Gripping the counter’s edge, Bianca pauses. “Yeah… I think I kinda remember that, a little. Not like a lot, but I remember having big lovey feelings for you after you changed me, and being all warm and glowy down there, and then being happy all day after.”

“You do?” I feel competing pangs of flattery and guilt.

“Uh-huh, but I didn’t know if it really happened, or maybe I had a dream of it, or maybe I just made it up, ’cause I wanted it to be like that.”

I must look stunned, because my daughter cocks her shoulder to her chin and gives me a reassuring smile.

She says, “I like when I think, maybe you’ve just given me honey for always and always. That you always loved me that much. I know we’re really naughty, and it’s a big secret ’cause we could be in big big trouble for being naughty. But you give me honey loves anyway, ’cause you know how much I like it. I feel special when I think that.”

My heart swells and a hot heavy lusciousness settles in my cunt. “I love you, Bon-Bon. Now get up there and let me show you.”

Her eyes twinkle and she bounces once with excitement before she jumps onto the changing center. She makes it as high as her navel, then just kind of folds over onto the counter and starts to scramble, trying to pull herself up. She reaches out but there’s nothing to grab, she bounces her tummy, her smooth sock-clad legs kick and pedal, and her little green dress rides higher and higher as her weight drags her back down over the edge.

I watch her pert, pale, wiggling butt being exposed to my hungry gaze. In her struggles she reveals her pretty little privates, that shiny crease, that winking pink pucker.

And I can’t help myself, the way I push off my haunches and onto all fours, the way I crawl toward her enticing juncture like an animal. And when my hands come up and touch her adorable ass, that silky warmth, when I stroke down her legs, stilling her efforts, I feel possessed by my lust.

I shuffle forward a bit as I part her dangling thighs, holding her open to me, holding her in place.

“Momma?”

In reply I simply press my face into her damp groin, my nose tucking into the crack of her butt while my lips close tenderly around her wet quim. Kissing her soft folds, I inhale her scent, the warm sexy playfulness of her, then I let my tongue emerge to taste and lick and pleasure her favorite little place. I close my eyes and savor her.

“Oooo…”

Her whole body seems to go soft and slack in my steadying hands, melting delight surging up her body in pulses, leaving her unable to focus on anything else. I lap and flutter in her most sensitive spots, tasting the tart cream she creates from deep inside, in that tender place I haven’t dared penetrate with more than just the tip of my tongue. My daughter’s hips and tummy start to undulate, reacting to sexual impulse, a little at first and then stronger, more urgent.

Bon-Bon grunts childishly as she moves, “Hnh! Ah! Uh, uh, nnn!” Her humping motion causes her to slide back down the counter, one thrust at a time, drawn to the sensation, more soft weight pressing into me as she tries to fuck my mouth with her pussy. My breath steams back into my face, humid and fragrant.

As my tongue slithers among her dainty folds, flicking at her hot stiff clit, her pleasure noises start to sound a bit distressed. Opening my eyes, I can see Bianca vaguely flailing to stay in place, but she’s so absorbed in her erotic excitement and the demands it’s making on her body that she’s too distracted to make a serious effort.

Finally she says, “Mm-Momma, I’m sli-slipping…”

I need to do something, and the last thing I want to do is stop now, when the hot sensations have her helplessly in their grip and love her, love her. After a second’s thought and prep, I act. Scooting my knees beneath me, I brace the toes of my sneakers. Then, slipping my hands up her legs and getting a firm grip on her hips and ass, I push myself into a standing position, lifting her with me until her cute butt is well above her head.

But my mouth never leaves her wet little cunt.

Poor little Bon-Bon is beside herself. Her legs swing free, rocking and twitching with her instinctive hump motions. Her green tartan dress slides up her body, gathers in her armpits, exposing her whole pale lovely body and the way it’s flexing. She tries to look back or into the mirror, but she can barely lift her head at this new angle, her brown hair fanning across the orange counter.

I start to shift, taking shuffling little sidesteps, pivoting her as I move around the changing station’s edge. This way I can set her on all fours without her face getting mashed against the mirror. Below me, still receiving pleasure despite this surprising turn of events, my six year old tries to squeal, tries to sigh, tries to giggle, tries to gasp. All that comes out is a breathless series of quick, incoherent sounds. She’s nearly naked and completely powerless to do anything but feel her mother’s tongue in her delighted pussy.

There’s a sharp clang when I bump the wastebasket into the wall with my hip. So I lift my head from her dripping privates, and lower her until her knees find the countertop and I can let go. She makes a little mew of disapproval when all contact is broken, but by the way she leaves her head resting on the counter, the way she heaves for breath, I think she’s actually relieved. I turn and move the wastebasket out of my way, then turn back to my beautiful, needy little girl.

Glancing down, it’s impossible not to notice her puckered pink butt hole, upthrust and revealed. And though I reach out and begin to stroke her sweaty silky body with both hands – how could I resist? – my gaze never really gets loose from her anus. I try to remember the last time I touched her there.

“How are you, Bon-Bon?”

“Hmm, so good. It feels really really really nice.”

I lick my lips. “You know what else might feel nice?”

“Hmm?”

I let one of my caressing thumbs slip through the groove of her raised ass as it smooths by, just touching her pucker. She shivers.

“Would you like that, honey?”

“I can see you,” she replies playfully.

I look up, then into the mirror, and I can see her brushing her thick hair back over an ear as she rests her cheek on the counter, revealing one big, pretty brown eye and part of a mischievous smile. She sways her hips back and forth gently, drawing my attention back to her ass.

“Are you looking at my bottom, Momma?”

I blush helplessly and nod. My own anus tingles, softly contracts, so aroused.

“Is it messy back there?”

“No honey, it’s shiny clean. You do a good job washing up this spot.” And I think I know why.

Bianca blinks. “Could you touch me there? Please?”

My hands come to a stop on her plump upturned cheeks, stroking, squeezing. My daughter takes a breath, holds it, anticipating the touch of my fingertip.

I bend at the waist instead, and lower my eager tongue onto her exposed, cute little anal bud, luxuriously swiping it all around. Sensing it’s my mouth rather than my hands playing with her butt, Bianca tenses up at first, squeaks. She tries to clench her cheeks, but I hold them open. I go “mmm-hmm,” reassuringly right into her skin and keep delivering slow, soothing licks over her sensitive pucker, over and over.

Soon, my daughter’s breathing gets deeper, heavier, like she needs more air to process the erotic feelings my wet tongue creates on her naughtiest hole. She arches her back, and shyly raises her ass, seeking more of my pleasuring mouth. It’s the most wonderful kind of encouragement for me, and I lap at her with more energy. She responds by making a noise deep in her throat.

Bon-Bon lifts her head and gets up onto her hands. It lowers the angle of her wet little anus, but I adjust by bending down a bit more. She tosses her hair over one shoulder.

“Ooooo, Momma, ohh, I can see you doing it back there.”

I open my eyes and look into the mirror at her flushed face and dreamy expression. Our gazes lock and I flutter my tongue against her asshole. Her mouth widens, she gasps and shudders, but she doesn’t break eye contact.

“So dirty, Momma,” she sighs, but the way her hips move tells me she doesn’t mind. I told her the truth before; she keeps her backside very clean. Still, as my tongue laps at her crinkly sphincter, there’s a muskiness, a bittersweet flavor, that’s different than her puss. It is a little dirty, and I love it. I think of my teenage girlfriends, the ones that let me do it, I adored licking their assholes, too. It made me feel like I was doing something slutty especially for them. And when they returned the favor, oh god it makes me quiver to remember.

Coming out of my reminiscing, I see Bianca’s gaze straying over my nude body, bent very much like hers, and I know she loves it. The mirror, the licks, the sexual delight of her own butt hole, the ecstasy on her face reflected back at her, seeing her naked mother poised behind her, face buried in the curve of her milky cheeks. Her eyes rove, she loves all of it.

She rests her head on her shoulder, hair spilling over her arm. “Do you like it too?”

I lift my head from her spit-soaked groove and kiss her butt cheek. “Mmm I love making you feel good, honey, so good when I touch you or taste you, I’ll do anything to give you honey loves, Bon-Bon.” She grins slowly and I duck back down. Telling her this makes me more eager to do it to her. I return to servicing her anus with my mouth.

My six year old’s eyes droop shut and her body sways back into the pleasure. But after a moment of luxuriating in this, she lifts her lids with something of an effort and shakily asks, “No, I mean… nnn… do you like getting touched back there? Is it… ooo… too dirty?”

“Hm-mm,” I shake my head a little, forcing her ass cheeks apart. Her eyes open a little wider, and I feel maybe that’s not enough of an explanation.

So, lifting once again from adoring her cute pucker, I rest my chin on her rump and say, “No, honey, I like that too, just like you.” I run the whole of my index finger up and down through her wet groove as I tell her, “You can touch anywhere, if it feels good. And this is naughty but it feels really nice.” I glance at the finger stroking her. “Doesn’t it?”

Her eyes sparkle. All better. But I want to show her more.

Removing my hand from her pert little butt crack, I tell her, “Look in the mirror.” I let my hand glide down my bare flank, over my generous hip, and then curl around the curve of my ass and out of her sight. But I could feel it, pulling an ample cheek aside to admit my slick fingers, and then oh! Oh yeah, touching my lonely little asshole, pressing and petting it, the sensations sound deep into my body, make me hungry for more.

Bon-Bon sees my expression soften, my body react. I’ve never anally masturbated in front of her before; she’s fascinated. “Ohh, are you touching in your bottom?”

I cuddle my cheek against her softer one. “Yeah, honey, I wanna do it too, do it with you. Is it okay if Momma touches herself there while she touches you?”

She grins at the thought, “Uh-huh.”

“Thank you honey, I really need it. I know you’ve never seen me, but I’ve always liked to do naughty things in my bottom hole.”

“Me too, but I like it when you lick more.”

She’s as subtle as she is chaste. It makes me giggle. “Only now that I’m a grown up, I like to put my finger inside and push it in and out. Ah,” Even as I tell her this I’m easing my finger into my anus, relaxing it, slicking it up.

“Really?” Her eyes get big, and keep glancing at my rump in the mirror, trying to see. “Like you do in your bonbon?”

“Momma has a pussy, honey. Call it a pussy.”

“Yeah, in and out of your pussy,” she corrects. I tingle every time her six year old mouth forms the word ‘pussy.’ She’s excited. “In and out. Are you doing it now?”

“I’m about to,” I tell her, while I’m dipping my finger into my cunt for a bit more lubrication. It’s instantly drenched. Holding my daughter’s gaze, I ease my finger into the tight entrance of my asshole, wiggling it slightly and raising incredible sensations from my anus. Squeezing past it, my finger slips deep and is wrapped in the intimate heat of my rectum, making me feel so full and nasty, waves of sympathetic bliss washing through my pussy.

When I’m in as deep as I can reach I hold it there for a moment, pressing, pressing. Then I draw it out slowly, my sphincter clutching, trying to keep it in, until only my fingertip remains inside, then wiggle it against the erotic, involuntary contractions of my anus. And when that gets to be too intense, I drive my finger back in and start fucking myself up the ass.

All this time I’m watching Bianca and she’s watching me, seeing my response to every pleasure pass across my face. Her whole face blushes a deeper and deeper pink, and her expression is something like wonder. As the excitement takes me, she glances back occasionally, but even in the reflection she can only see my wrist moving.

I realize that her curiosity’s piqued, soon she’ll want to see what I do, and I’ll have to display myself to her while I anally masturbate. Imagining this only gets me off harder.

Her body’s trembling with arousal from watching this exotic new way of playing. I give her a lewd grin as best I can around my moans, and lower my face back into her own back door, flickering my tongue on her pucker until she squeals, then pushing my face into her butt, spreading her cheeks wide, and lapping like mad at her rosebud, trying to make her feel what I’m feeling, make her feel as hot and naughty. I stiffen my tongue and start to probe her, forcing her tiny anus to yield and part to me, entering her just a little.

This drives her wild. With a look of disbelief she watches me in the mirror and cries out, “Ah! Ah! Oh Momma lick my bibi lick my bibi make me honey lick it I love you!”

Her arms give out and she drops her head back down onto the counter. At least I think that’s what happened. But after a couple writhing moments, I feel her little fingers right up next to my chin, dancing against her lovely, excited pussy.

What a pair we make. My six year old, bucking and moaning, masturbating herself while her loving Momma aggressively reams her little pucker, and all the time Momma’s quivering from the pleasure of fucking her own asshole. She breaks out in sweat only seconds before I do. I feel her tensing, stiffening up, her moans climb higher, sharper.

And then my beautiful daughter cums for me, a great big orgasm, and she mindlessly cries, “Nuh! Nuh! Momma, Momma, uhhh, hah, Ah!” as she humps her way through the glorious spasms wracking her little body. The bucking eases, and her breath is all sighs.

As she unspools, I force myself to ease up, gentle laps and kisses easing back from the passion moments before. It’s not easy, because I haven’t cum yet and I really need to now. I’m plunging my rectum deeply, steadily, lusciously, and I can’t help myself any more. I’m like a sexual freight train – with this much momentum built up, there’s no way I’m stopping on a dime.

Bianca flops onto one side on the counter, and gazes back at me through draping brown hair and heavily-lidded eyes. I notice she still has her hand clamped between her thighs. But she must not be touching herself, because she’s not screaming. Squeezing her little hip, I continue to masturbate my asshole. I imagine I must look wild and a little desperate to her, pumping and perspiring.

But as my daughter recovers, her interest in my raw lust seems to grow. Over the course of a couple minutes she regards me more and more closely, first drawing her hair out of her face, then lifting up onto her elbow a moment later. Her gaze is daunting in its blatant sexual curiosity. I straighten up, trying to regain some composure or dignity under the weight of her study. But my new posture keeps me from slipping my finger as far up my ass as I was, and my body wants that pleasure back. So I find myself rolling my hips and stretching my arm, urgently seeking an angle that sinks my finger deeper into the needy warmth of my rectum.

Sitting up completely, Bon-Bon grins at me, and I feel truly naked before her, humiliated by my dirty pleasures, and unable to resist them. In my squirming I get tangled up in my wadded jeans, and stumble two shuffling steps toward the counter, toward Bianca, before I catch myself. Now I’m less that a foot from her, and it only drives home who I am. Young Allison, jeans down at her ankles, shamefully fucking her asshole under the amused perusal of her six year old daughter.

Oh yeah, Mother of the year award. Such a dirty slut, unable to control my desires, helpless to do anything in the face of sexual pleasure but wallow in it. I’m so perverted that even these embarrassed feelings are heightening my arousal. Well, that and the fact that my stumble put me in a position where my finger can plunge deep into my slippery anus again. It’s such a relief.

Bianca sees all this on my face, in the way I hold my body. She knows me as much as she loves me. I think she likes seeing me this way, completely absorbed in my excitement, abjectly serving the demands of my naughty body. I think she sees herself in me when I act this way. It brings us closer.

She smiles, happy to find herself the one more in control. She shifts, lifting and folding one leg between us so she can move to straddle me, her knees resting just below my hips. Her hands settle lightly on my belly, and she occasionally peers around, observing the flexing of my arm where it disappears behind my rump. She’s fascinated.

“Are you touching inside your bibi, Momma? Are you pushing in and out?”

I can only nod. What an understatement. Now that the recesses of my vagina sense my penetrating digit again, it’s as if my body insists on me pumping it in. Every contraction of my anus thrills me, every thrust into my rectum strengthens the delightful glow that heats everything from my navel to my thighs. All I can do is feel. I’m overwhelmed.

“Do you feel the honey?”

At first, I can only grunt from my throat. It takes focus before I can say, “So good, I can’t stop, can’t stop… Hn, it’s so naughty, so naughty, putting my finger in there, letting you watch me. I’m so dirty, but, unnh, hah, I can’t help it.”

“It’s okay Momma,” she soothes childishly. “If it feels good it’s okay.”

“Oh, oh honey,” I choke out, emotions swirling among my sexual delights. And for a moment we’re caught up, me compelled to masturbate inches from my daughter, and her intently watching. I’m breathing deep, those groans keep escaping me, my eyes are unfocused, concentrating on the pleasure. Bianca mostly watches my face, my response, but I can see her eyes are drawn to the way my small tits jiggle with each slap of my knuckles against my butt. My nipples are achingly hard.

“Ooo,” she wiggles a bit, my excitement spurring hers. “Can you have a cummie that way, pushing in and out?”

And just like that, she gets to the heart of it. As hot and nasty as I feel, reaming my horny little ass, despite the deep, primal gratification surging through my body, as badly as I need to cum… I don’t think I’ll be able to. I could fuck my asshole all afternoon and not regret a second of it, but to climax this way is unpredictable, and neither of us wants to wait.

I shake my head, and tell her, “I think I need it like you did.”

Bon-Bon’s eyes get bigger and she stiffens a bit, panicked. I try to imagine what she thinks I’m telling her. Does she think I expect her to lick my pussy? My anus?

So I glance down at my pubic bush. Her eyes follow, and I say, “I think I need both at once.”

She gets it, nods as color rises in her cheeks. Her gaze is fixed on my pussy, watching it gently hump at the air in front of her. If she likes the way my arousal smells, she must love it right now.

Bianca absently says, “I felt so good when it was both at once. You did it and I did it, and I got so much honey feelings, it gave me cummies a lot a lot.”

There’s a twinkle of an idea in me. I feel my lopsided grin. “You did so good, baby, rubbing your bonbon. You got honey fast.” My finger thrusts lusciously into my anus, unh, unh, unh.

She giggles and shrugs. “You were already, you know…” she glances and gestures generally to everything around her pelvis, “making me happy.”

Lust and delight and perversion suddenly speak through me. “Can you help me get the honey?” I ask. “Can you show me?”

My daughter’s face goes slack. I’ve never asked her anything like this before. She’s moved and daunted, staring up at me. I can see the desires, to explore, to please, in her eyes. She just needs guidance, I tell myself.

I reach down and take her hand, both of them palm up, her little one resting in my grownup one, fingers overlapping. She draws a deep breath, she knows what’s about to happen, apprehensive, eager, as I draw our nestled hands between my legs.

“You can help me,” I murmur, and press her hand against my wet, swollen cunt for the first time. Bianca’s inhale ends in a sharp gasp as she feels me, the center of me, silky, fleshy, throbbing. I gently move, manipulating her fingers into stroking my inner lips, letting her feel. The finger in my back door has slowed, more rocking than pumping, curling my finger to caress my happy sphincter.

Bianca lets out this little groaning sigh, the most secret joy.

I steer her hand up my slit, slowly. Her fingertips press, twitch, beginning to explore on her own as she follows my lead to the apex, where I spread her fingers with mine and settle them around my clit. She rubs curiously, searching it out, and the sensation is unexpectedly wonderful, it makes me chuckle in the naughtiest way.

Her eyes flutter up to mine, and she gives me a shy smile. “Your bump is so big.”

“Is it?” I ask coyly.

She feels all over, all around, in places I can hardly get to. Her touch is electric and unpredictable, I’m going crazy from it. It occurs to me how long it’s been since I’ve been touched intimately by anyone else. Fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’ve missed it so much.

Her tiny, nimble six year old fingers begin to diddle all through the folds and magically sensitive spots in my slit, sending massive of jolts of joy through me. My eyes roll shut and I just melt into it. I’m still cupping her hand, but she’s taken the lead now, and it’s perfectly blissful to have my daughter finally playing with my sex.

“Is that good, Momma?”

I look down to see her still looking up to me, so anxious and excited. I give her my most loving, indulgent, horny grin. “Oh, oh honey, it’s beautiful. You’re making Momma feel so good. I wanted you to touch me for so long, and now you are, and mmmmm Momma loves your special touches.”

“Like honey?”

“Oh, ohhhh like honey, sweetheart, like honey…”

Bon-Bon’s smile is radiant. My comment boosts her confidence, and she starts to play with me more firmly. She gets a little crease in her brow as she attempts to really please me. Once she gets going, I’m instantly amazed by how expert her touch is. Rubbing, teasing, fondling, pinching. She’s turning me on so much, it feels like my pussy’s dancing with ecstasy.

As I reap the benefits of all of her practice, my mindfulness of this moment drifts away on a current of sensation that grows and grows from her touch. The finger in my back door ends its languid caressing, stiffens, and I start to thrust in time to the way my daughter masturbates me. I hear my inner slut crying out, Oh, oh, yeah, she’s masturbating me!

I feel her fingers probe the entrance to my vagina. I’m sure she can feel my own finger nearby, pushing into my rectum through the thin membrane.

“Do you want to go inside? Push in and out of Momma’s pussy?” I gasp, totally carried away.

Her eyes get big. She shakes her head slowly, afraid to do it, afraid to disappoint.

Squeezing her pleasuring hand to me, I breathe out, “It’s okay, it’s okay, I love it, I love you, just don’t stop don’t stop…”

She giggles wickedly and her fingertips glide back up to my clit, fondling, flicking. My body hunches, pinned between the twin, divine urgencies in my naughty places, building, building. I’m nothing but a body now, a mindless fuck socket. I love it.

“Its better with both at once, isn’t it?” she purrs, the little brat.

All I can do is nod and go “Uh! Ah, ah, Nn-Hnn!” Bianca licks her lips and smiles, intensifies her efforts.

“Ooo, Momma, you’re gonna cum,” she says, her little arm working. “I can feel it.”

Ahhhh, my inner slut moans, she’s sooo right. I’m climbing, I’m floating. All of me is focused on her clever little fingers at play in my cunt, the thick digit sinking deep into my asshole. I’m breathing like a bellows, looking down at her with a nearly predatory gaze.

She leans forward, and I feel her little plush lips close around the peak of my small breast, finding my stiff, ready nipple. She begins to nuzzle on her Momma, lovingly, naughtily. The flat of her wet tongue slips over my nipple with each suck, each exhale finds her breath warm and damp on the slope of my tit. It’s another set of sensations, mingling with the others, multiplying the others. I’m trembling, teetering on the brink.

The suspense is wonderful, terrible.

And then all at once I’m cumming, so deeply, so physically. I clutch my daughter’s hand against my gushing pussy, I’m sure she can feel the spasms in Momma’s naughty cunt. My asshole flutters, contracts around my finger. The sensations force me to jerk my hips, to clench my belly, to toss my head. Her teeth gently close over my nipple for a moment, squeezing even wilder responses from my ecstatic body. The sounds echoing to me off the bathroom walls sound debauched and abandoned and just like my favorite self.

But nothing this good can last, and even though I let my orgasm have its way with me, eventually the heat cools, I unwind, come to my senses to find Bianca tenderly kissing my breasts, my chest. She’s petting my pubic hair, and with her other hand she strokes the curve of my hip. She pulled her hand away from my sex as soon as I climaxed, probably concerned that I get as sensitive as she does. Oh god, if she only knew what she could do to me if she just kept going… Maybe someday, she will.

For now, though, I feel immersed in her sensual love. I slip my dirty finger out of my ass and wrap my arms around her. When I do this she tips her head up, and I kiss her mouth again and again. She embraces me, her little hands skim up and down my bare back. I feel her knees press my hips.

I pull her hair away from her face, tracing along her scalp, and we just beam and beam at each other until my cheeks ache and we have to kiss some more.

When we part again, I gush, “Oh honey that was so wonderful, having you do that to me. I loved it so much.”

She giggles bashfully, “It was so fun!” From the twinkle in her eyes I can tell she’s already planning on how she’ll do it next time. “I liked giving you honey loves too.”

My stomach flutters happily.

Bianca leans back slightly and says, “For you.” She offers up the fingers that she had in my pussy, holds them near my chin. I gratefully dip forward and close my lips around them, tasting myself. She intently watches me do it, her mouth hanging open, her own little tongue appearing as I suck her clean of my tangy flavor. When I release her fingertips with a pop, we both giggle and playfully stroke each other and occasionally smooch.

We lazily begin composing ourselves. I decide to freshen us up with baby wipes, but my daughter insists I stay put, plucks a few from the wall dispenser, and returns to me. At first she swabs my sweaty spots, my underarms, my throat, the bottoms of my tits. Then she poses me against the counter, nudging my knees wider until I’m kind of bowlegged, with my ankles bound in my jeans, exposed to her.

With a hugely naughty grin, she slowly, thoroughly cleanses my sloppy pussy, the sharp cool sensation of the wipe mixing with the soft, erotic warmth of her touch. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. It’s all I can do to keep control – we can’t be locked in the family restroom all day.

Then she tugs on my hip, gets me to turn around and lean over on the counter. When I do I can see the color’s rushed right back into my cheeks. I grin at myself, such a proud little slut. Then I feel Bianca, parting my ass and using the wipes and her loving touch on my pucker, and I savor it. I glance at the reflection and see my daughter looking at my asshole with great interest as she swabs it clean. She seems reluctant to stop, but she eventually lets me go. I feel like a little girl again, pulling up my pants in front of her with the tingling sensation of the wipes still on my skin. For a moment, our roles are reversed.

What a day of discovery!

I finish dressing as Bianca flirtatiously cleans herself, displaying herself lewdly while using the wipes over her glowing little girl parts. When I’m done up again, she lets her green skirt drop, a bemused expression on her pretty face.

The stylist at the salon really knew her stuff, because when I get the brush out of my purse and start combing out Bon-Bon’s tresses, they quickly fall back into shape, right down to the part in her bangs. I’m impressed. This hairdo might last well past Thanksgiving. My own hair is a bit more of a disaster. I tease it a bit, but don’t try too hard. It’s always seemed to me that the hairstyles other women admire the most look a lot like someone who’s just been fucked silly.

My daughter puts her hated boots back on, I smooth the wrinkles in my jeans and gather her coat, and we rejoin the clamor of the market. Her tights stay stuffed in the pocket of her wool coat; we both like it better with her naked underneath that little green dress.

We find the cart right where we left it. Bon-Bon decides not to ride in the seat, instead holding my hand as we gather up the last couple items and head to the checkstand. The coat and my purse go where she sat before. We both look flush and cheerful, like we just came from playing in a park. We smile at each other a lot as we pass up the aisles, fond, secretive little smiles.

I don’t know what’s on her mind, but I can’t help but think about the future. We’ve broken through a lot of barriers today, hers and mine. The scope of what’s possible for us is so much greater. Where might we have honey loves now? In the fields by the river outside of town? On some seldom traveled stairwell at her school? On the sun-drenched deck of my parents’ cabin?

And how might we love each other? She’s so interested in penetration, what will her face look like the first time I slide into the warmth of her pussy, or her ass? What will mine look like, when she does it to me? Now that she’s seen the joy she can give me with her touch, I can only imagine how often she’ll want to see me in ecstasy. My cunt tingles at the thought.

In the checkout line, my daughter holds my hand close to her face. To the other customers in line with us, it looks like she’s occasionally kissing my fingers just as an affectionate way of passing the time. But I can feel it, so I know. She’s languorously smelling my fingers as we wait to pay, the fingers that have been in my pussy, the fingers that have been up my ass. No wonder she didn’t want me to clean myself; she wanted a souvenir.

And every once in a while, she licks my knuckles. My knees wobble. I wonder if anyone notices. But what she’s doing is so hot, my fear is nowhere to be found.

She hums to herself while I pay and get bagged, and then we’re strolling out together. This plain moment is so charged with beauty, with love, I savor it. I don’t know how long this can last, but I know no harm can come from it. I wonder what will happen if I ever take another lover, how she’ll respond. But on that front, how will I respond if she does? Other mothers would have another half decade before they had to be concerned, but I know my daughter. I suspect she won’t be able to keep the secret of her pleasure entirely to herself, and I’ve gently questioned to see if she’s initiated of her little friends to her happy sexuality. All I got was some coy reply that she and Claire and Debbie were all best friends, and had secrets of their own.

Bon-Bon knows secrets, so I feel I should respect her. And besides, if she’s introducing girls as lively and cute as Claire and Debbie to their pussies, I couldn’t bring myself to forbid it. If I’m honest, my reaction would be exactly the opposite. Maybe we could all be secret friends. God I’m terrible, but I swear I can’t help it. It’s how I was made to be.

Outside, it’s stopped raining and a rising wind makes some tears in the cloud that golden sunshine slips through. Bianca rides on the side of the cart as we cross the lot. As we near the car, a gust blows her skirt up, exposing her plump pale butt. With a storm of giggles she tucks the rebellious dress back down. I can’t help but giggle myself.

After the groceries are stowed, I usher her into her booster chair. As she climbs into the car, she looks over her shoulder at me with a smile and flips her skirt up over her ass again. With a growl my hand darts out between her legs, my finger sliding into her smooth crease, my thumb in her ass crack, and furiously masturbate her for about three seconds. Her eyebrows arch, eyes squeezed shut, mouth frozen in a surprised smile.

When I stop, she’s breathless, and submits lamb-like to being strapped into her seat. I shut her door, glance around. Everyone’s trundling their own carts, consulting shopping lists, navigating around cars. I nod. That’s right, nothing to see here, go about your nonsexy business.

When I start up the car, Bianca asks, “If I want, um… I mean, if you want honey loves, I mean, you know, you want me to give you them…”

I glance into the rearview mirror at her, eyebrows up.

“…It’s okay to ask me for it. You should be happy that way, too. And you like… I like-”

She’s thoroughly tongue-tied now.

So I just grin and say, “I like that you like it, honey.”

She sighs, grins.

On the way home, I start to consider how much my sexuality is going to change and grow just from this one trip to the supermarket. It might change as soon as we get home. If both of us can ask for sexual play whenever we want to, will we ever get anything done? I imagine an extended chain reaction, one desire triggering another then another then another… It’s so hot.

My hand steals between my legs, squeezes my heating pussy through my jeans. I glance up, ready to ask Bianca if she’ll give me honey loves as soon as we get the groceries put away, or maybe as soon as the garage door is down, or maybe in some secluded turnoff on the way home.

But when I look in the rear view mirror, I see her slumped over, already asleep, her six year old face angelically peaceful, her pale legs wide open, and her little hand resting dovelike over her bonbon, imagining naughty bliss even in her dreams.

The End

 

Happenstance, Chapter 4

  • Posted on October 8, 2016 at 2:13 pm

By No One

A few hours later, after dinner, Melina was finally on her way to Abbie’s house. Her friend lived about 10 minutes away on foot. Her anticipation and excitement grew the closer she got to her destination.

With some difficulty, she’d decided not to masturbate when she got home from school, even though she’d needed it badly. She wanted to save it all for this evening. Images of what might happen kept popping into her mind as she walked, and by the time she reached Abbie’s house, she was once again a horny mess.

She took a deep breath to try to calm herself before ringing the doorbell. After a moment, Abbie’s dad opened the door and smiled.

“Hi, Melina. How are you?” he said pleasantly.

“Hey Mr. M. I’m pretty good,” she said, walking in when he stepped aside. “You? Heard you got a big date tonight.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know about ‘big,’ but it’s a date, yes.”

They entered the living room where Abbie was sitting on the couch, wearing a t-shirt and a skirt.

“Hey, you,” she greeted Melina with a warm smile.

“Hey,” Melina replied, sitting next to her friend and smiling back. She was already hoping that Abbie’s dad wouldn’t stick around too long. Just sitting next to Abbie was making her warm all over.

It looked like she would get her wish, as Mr. Miller was examining himself in a mirror and seemed to be making the last adjustments to his appearance before leaving the house.

“Leaving?” Abbie asked hopefully.

Seemingly satisfied with how he looked, he turned to them. “Yes,” he replied in a suspicious tone, frowning. “You seem to be in a real hurry for me to leave.”

“Well, yeah, see, my drug dealer is coming over later, so it would be kinda awkward if you were still here,” Abbie explained, straight-faced.

Melina tried to cover her laughter behind one hand.

“Funny girl,” Abbie’s dad said, making a face at his daughter. Turning to Melina, he added, “I decide that she’s old enough to stay home alone, and see how I’m repaid? You watch her, okay?”

“I’ll try to keep her from burning down the house,” Melina promised, giggling.

Abbie got up to give her dad a hug. “Love you, daddy,” she said innocently.

“Love you too, pumpkin,” he replied, returning the hug. Behind her back, though, he gestured at Melina, pointing at his eyes then at Abbie, indicating that Melina should keep an eye on her. She laughed again; these two were always funny.

Finally, Abbie’s dad left the house, and they heard his car go out of the driveway.

“Well, all alone now,” Abbie said.

“Yeah, so… what do you wanna do?” Melina asked nervously, butterflies already fluttering in her belly. She was hoping for a sexy answer.

“Oh, I thought we’d play Monopoly,” Abbie said, deadpan, nodding towards the game’s box that Melina hadn’t noticed on the coffee table.

Melina blinked at the game, then frowned at her friend, whose poker face was threatening to crack into a smile. “Uh… no?”

“Oh? Did you have a better idea?” Abbie teased, finally allowing her sexy smile to flash on her lips.

“Well… I mean… um…” Melina began, with her usual eloquence for expressing her desires. She shook her head, giving up on words. Instead, she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to her friend’s.

Abbie was only too happy to return the kiss. Her lips parted and she slipped her tongue into Melina’s welcoming mouth. It was a long, needy kiss that only ended when they had to come up for air.

“Mmm, yeah okay, your idea’s better,” Abbie allowed, her voice husky, then immediately went back in for another passionate kiss.

Melina felt her body tingle all over as their tongues danced. Her nipples stood up straight against the fabric of her t-shirt, and the warmth between her legs grew ever hotter. She was pretty sure her panties were already soaked. When their lips finally parted, both of them were a little out of breath.

“God, I’ve been thinking about this non-stop for two days,” Melina admitted breathily.

“Oh yeah? Pretty weird for a straight girl,” Abbie teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” Melina said, then she shut her friend up with another long kiss.

Abbie let out a deep sigh of contentment. “Mmm, but I don’t mind,” she said. Grabbing the hem of Melina’s shirt, she grinned and added, “now take this thing off.”

Melina hesitated, looking around nervously. “Um, maybe we should go to your room first?”

“Why? We got the whole house to ourselves.”

“I guess so.” Melina giggled, feeling that intoxicating mix of bashfulness and excitement. She slowly pulled up her shirt, exposing her midriff. The hungry look in her friend’s eyes was really turning her on. Grabbing the hem of the shirt with both hands, she finished pulling it off over her head in one smooth motion, baring her small breasts.

Abbie grinned at the sight. “No bra, huh?”

Melina returned a sheepish smile. “Thought it would save time.”

“Good thinking,” Abbie said, before she suddenly leaned forward to kiss one exposed breast.

Melina gasped in surprise and delight. It was a lovely, electric feeling, which became even better when Abbie added her tongue to it. Her friend left a wet trail around the sensitive flesh of her breast before spiraling in to the even-more-sensitive nipple, giving it a few flicks of the tongue. Melina couldn’t help the little blissful cries that escaped her lips.

Abbie smiled up at Melina. She cupped the boob she’d just been teasing with one hand, while her mouth moved to the other. She repeated her kisses-and-licks maneuver there, receiving more moans of pleasure for her effort. After a moment, she slowly kissed her way up to Melina’s neck, making her shiver and leaving goosebumps in her wake.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Mmhmm,” was the only semi-coherent response Melina could give. Her mind was all hazy from arousal and excitement. She’d had no idea her boobs could even give that much pleasure—this was another level entirely from when she played with them herself—nor that her neck could be such a sensitive spot to kiss. A small part of her wondered if Abbie had learned all this stuff from porn. She’d have to ask later, when she could think more clearly.

For now, she wanted another taste of Abbie’s mouth. She leaned forward, at first softly brushing her lips against her friend’s, but soon slipped her tongue in for another passionate kiss. She felt Abbie’s weight press against her, and let herself be slowly pushed down on the couch, all the while never breaking the kiss. A hand came up to cup her breast, and she moaned into the other girl’s mouth.

Abbie’s body on top of her was nice, but Melina wanted to feel her friend’s hot, naked skin against hers directly. Reaching out behind the girl’s back, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and began tugging on it. Getting the idea, Abbie finally broke the kiss and let Melina pull the t-shirt all the way off. She was also braless.

They grinned at each other; it seemed they’d had the same idea. They started kissing once again, this time with their bare breasts pressed together. The sensation was wonderfully erotic.

Melina was thinking she couldn’t possibly get more turned on when she felt Abbie’s hand on her thigh, teasingly making its way up at a snail’s pace. Abbie broke the kiss and gazed into Melina’s eyes as she finally pushed the palm of her hand against the crotch of Melina’s shorts.

Though fully expecting the contact, Melina still couldn’t help letting out a loud moan. By reflex, she covered her mouth with one hand.

Chuckling at her bashfulness, Abbie shook her head. “Nuh-uh. All alone now, no need for that,” she said, pulling Melina’s hand off. “I want to hear you scream,” she added with a grin. To illustrate the idea, she pressed her hand harder between Melina’s thighs, forcing another moan out of her.

It seemed embarrassing to just let out her cries of pleasure like that—she’d never dared to do that at home, even alone—but it was also liberating to simply enjoy the sensations without restraint. Besides, she fully intended to make her friend scream as well.

Seemingly satisfied with the reaction, Abbie started kissing her way down Melina’s body. Beginning with the neck, she then moved on to the breasts, which she lavished with attention from both her hands and mouth. She made sure both nipples were as stiff as they could be before continuing further down. Trailing more kisses across the belly, she tickled the belly button with her tongue, teasing a giggle from Melina. Finally, she reached the treasure she sought, with only a piece of garment in the way of her goal.

Melina was going mad from anticipation. Already her hips were twitching involuntarily with every touch. She looked into Abbie’s lustful eyes as the girl undid the button and zipper of her shorts. She lifted her butt off the couch and her friend pulled the shorts all the way off her legs, then also took off her socks for good measure.

Abbie kissed her way back up one leg, making Melina squirm more and more as she reached her inner thigh. At last, she was about to experience the feeling of that hot tongue on her sex again. She hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about it since the last time they were together.

When a soft kiss was deposited on her panty-clad pussy, Melina gave a sharp little cry in return, the contact sending out what felt like electric currents of pleasure through her body. She was only too happy to help Abbie pull her panties down to her knees. When her friend repeated the kiss on her bare sex, the sensation—and her own cry—were significantly more intense. Finally, Melina got what she truly desired as Abbie’s tongue came out and dipped into her folds, giving her a slow lick from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top.

Melina let out a long, blissful moan, now lost in pleasure. Unbelievably, it seemed to feel even better than she remembered. Abbie’s hot tongue lapping at her soaking-wet sex, carefully exploring every fold, was simply heavenly.

After a moment, she felt Abbie gently push at her thigh, coaxing her to spread her legs wider. She obeyed, then realized she hadn’t even noticed when the other girl had finished pulling off her panties to free her legs. She watched as her friend used her fingers to carefully spread her pussy lips. It was a little embarrassing, but she couldn’t argue with the feeling of a tongue on her exposed clit.

Her hips bucked on their own, pushing her yearning sex against the other girl’s mouth. Abbie didn’t seem to mind this eagerness at all, her tongue redoubling its assault. Melina’s moans were getting louder and louder, any thought of restraint flown from her mind. After being horny all day, she knew she wouldn’t last long under Abbie’s efforts.

One of her own hands had come up, seemingly of its own volition, to tease her hard nipples, adding even more to the pleasure coursing through her body. She felt the familiar tension building up within her. She was so close now. Abbie seemed to feel it too, flicking her tongue over her clit furiously.

Her other hand, as rebellious as the first one, decided on its own to push against the back of Abbie’s head, keeping her friend’s mouth firmly in place over her most sensitive spot. Melina felt every muscle in her body tense up, then, a second later, all of her conscious thoughts vanished, replaced with pure ecstasy. She was barely aware of the loud cries coming out of her own mouth.

An indeterminate span of time later, when her brain started functioning properly again, she found herself splayed limply and breathing hard. Abbie’s tongue was growing uncomfortable on her now too-sensitive sex. She realized with surprise that she was still holding the girl’s head down, and let her go in a hurry.

She sighed deeply, her eyes still closed. Feeling her friend’s body shift on the couch and come to rest lightly on top of her, she half-opened her eyes, and saw Abbie’s face looking down at her with a smile.

“Mmm, you’re amazing,” Melina murmured.

“I know, right?” Abbie replied with a grin.

Melina laughed. The girl had certainly earned the right to be smug. She kissed her, and found that Abbie’s lips were still wet with her own arousal. Somehow, that didn’t seem to matter, and she drew her friend into a long and passionate kiss.

“Oh, err… sorry, I kinda held your head down,” she said afterwards, suddenly remembering some details of the last few minutes.

“It’s okay. It was kinda hot,” Abbie said, winking. “Gotta love your enthusiasm.”

Melina laughed. “Well, I think it’s your turn now.”

“I won’t say no to that!” her friend replied with some enthusiasm of her own.

As Melina kissed Abbie again, she nudged her so that they rolled around and she ended up on top. She ran a hand up Abbie’s flank, then caressed one small breast, making the girl moan into her mouth as their tongues danced. 

Breaking the kiss, she lowered her mouth to Abbie’s other breast, running her tongue around her stiffening nipple. Her friend gasped and arched her back, pushing her boobs against Melina’s mouth, who was only too happy to shower them with licks and kisses. Making the other girl moan and gasp like this was very hot and exciting, she realized.

While her mouth was still busy with Abbie’s sensitive breasts, she trailed one hand down the girl’s body, slipping under her skirt. Expecting to find her panties, Melina was surprised when her fingers encountered only smooth skin. Puzzled, she stood back and lifted her friend’s skirt, uncovering her bare sex, with no underwear in sight.

Abbie laughed at her shocked expression. “Thought it would save time,” she explained, repeating Melina’s own line from earlier.

Melina shook her head and joined in the laughter. She couldn’t believe her friend had been sitting there without panties all this time, even when her dad was around. She wasn’t complaining though; it sure was a nice surprise. Her eyes were glued to the other girl’s sex, still hairless, with signs of her arousal already glistening on the lips. She thought it looked very inviting—and after two orgasms that Abbie had given her with her tongue in the past days, maybe it was time she returned the favor.

Melina pulled on Abbie’s skirt, and the girl lifted her butt to allow her to take it completely off. They were now equally naked. Melina leaned down and deposited a soft kiss on her friend’s flat belly, then another a little lower, and another, until she was right above Abbie’s ready sex. She hesitated a moment.

“Mel, um… You don’t have to do it just ‘cause I did,” Abbie said.

Melina was grateful for the concern, even though Abbie’s tone betrayed that she desperately wanted her to go through with it. She gave her friend a reassuring smile. “No, it’s okay. I want to try.”

She lowered her mouth to Abbie’s treasure, and gave it a soft kiss. She heard the girl gasp, and felt her body tense. Smiling at the reaction, Melina slipped her tongue out for a light, tentative lick. It didn’t seem too bad, so she dared to explore deeper and longer, plunging her tongue between her friend’s nether lips.

It really wasn’t bad, she found. She’d been a bit worried that it would taste gross, but there wasn’t much of a strong flavor. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, in fact, so she let her tongue roam within the slick folds. Abbie certainly seemed to be enjoying the experiment, letting out a long, low moan. Looking up, Melina saw that her friend was raised on her elbows and watching her.

“Oh, wow,” Abbie breathed between two moans, and Melina remembered that, despite the other girl being more knowledgeable about such things, this was still a new experience for her as well.

She gave her friend a shy smile before putting her tongue back to work. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, until the pleasure was apparently too great, and Abbie let her head fall back down to the couch.

Melina had expected their fooling around to be more like an exchange of favors, but she found that she really enjoyed pleasuring her friend this way. The little cries, gasps, and moans in response to every movement of her tongue were turning her on. She experimented with different types of motion, guided by what Abbie had done to her before, and slowly figured out what the girl seemed to like best. The increasingly loud moans sounded like a good indication that she was doing a fine job.

As Abbie grew more and more excited, her hips began bucking, erratically pushing her pussy against Melina’s mouth. It didn’t make the task very easy, so Melina grabbed hold of her friend’s thighs and kept her mouth glued to her eager sex, concentrating her tongue’s attention on her clit. A loud cry told her that was definitely appreciated.

“Mel, yes! I’m gonna come,” Abbie announced urgently a moment later.

Indeed, after a few seconds, Melina felt the girl’s entire body tense, then Abbie screamed out her orgasm. It sure sounded like it was a good one! Melina kept up her tongue’s assault on her friend’s love button until the cries began to die down, then slowed down her movements to a languorous pace, letting Abbie come down gently from the ecstatic high.

After a moment, Melina sat back up and let her eyes roam over her friend’s body, sprawled on the couch. Abbie still had her eyes closed and was breathing hard, recovering from her exertion. A few beads of sweat lingered on her small chest. One of her legs had slipped off the couch, leaving her thighs opened rather lewdly. She’s beautiful, Melina thought, not for the first time. The realization was still a bit disconcerting, but somehow she was getting used to the idea of finding her best friend attractive. Remembering the shower at school earlier, she thought that Ashley, despite her grown-up features, had nothing on the sexy girl in front of her.

Melina briefly considered telling Abbie how beautiful she thought she was, but quickly gave up on the idea. She couldn’t possibly make herself say something like that. It was all still too new and too weird.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Abbie opened her eyes, her gaze focusing on Melina. “Hey, you,” the girl said weakly.

“Hey,” Melina replied, smiling.

“Come here,” Abbie said, motioning her closer with a finger.

Melina leaned over, and Abbie grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her in for a long and delicious kiss. Despite having gone way further than kissing just a moment ago, it still made her body tingle all over.

“So I guess that means you liked it, huh?” Melina asked, chuckling as she helped her friend sit up.

“Yeah, not bad, for a beginner,” Abbie said.

“Not bad?” Melina scoffed, elbowing her friend. “It didn’t sound like just ‘not bad.’ ”

“Okay, okay, it was really, really good,” the other girl relented, laughing. “In my expert opinion, you’re a natural,” she added with a wink.

“Expert, huh?” Melina said skeptically. “All that from watching some porn?”

“Hey, it’s very, um, instructive!”

Melina laughed. “I bet. I guess you’ll have to show me some time.”

“Oh yeah? Sure, let’s do it,” Abbie agreed enthusiastically.

“What, now?”

“Sure, why not? While we’re alone.” Abbie got to her feet eagerly, then stumbled on her still shaky legs. “Whoa,” she said, spreading her arms to keep her balance.

Giggling, Melina got up as well and helped steady her friend. “You okay there?”

“Fine now that you’re here,” Abbie said in a mock dramatic tone, leaning exaggeratedly into Melina for support. “My laptop’s in my room, help me get over there.”

They took a few steps before Melina paused. “Um, should we…?” she asked vaguely, gesturing at their clothes on the floor.

“Nah, don’t need those,” Abbie said with a grin before pushing Melina forward.

Though Abbie was still playing the invalid, pushing her body against Melina, she was leading the way more than the other way around. Melina knew that the girl was just using the excuse to touch her, but she didn’t mind at all—the skin contact wasn’t exactly leaving her indifferent either! Even though she’d already had an orgasm just minutes ago, she was getting rather worked up again. Making Abbie moan using her tongue, then the nice kiss, and now the two of them pressed together… all of it had got her turned on again quite quickly. She had to admit she was excited to find out what her friend would show her on her computer as well.

They made it to Abbie’s room, where its owner grabbed her laptop and set it on the bed, then lay down on her stomach in front of it. Melina admired her friend’s backside a moment before sitting next to her. She watched as the girl opened the web browser, and typed in an address.

Melina snorted. “YouPorn? Like, YouTube for porn?”

“Exactly, nice and simple,” Abbie said with a smile.

The page loaded, and Melina felt herself blush a little as very explicit still shots of the videos appeared in front of her. She had not expected it to be quite so in-your-face. There wasn’t even anything to verify they were old enough to view this site—in their case, that was a good thing, but still.

Unsurprisingly, Abbie clicked on the lesbian section. “Let’s see,” she said, looking through the list of videos.

One that said “two schoolgirls enjoy tribbing” caught Melina’s eye. “What’s tribbing?” she asked, pointing.

“Hmm, dunno.”

“Oh? I thought you were an expert,” she teased.

“Well, I haven’t seen everything,” Abbie admitted. “Or even all that much, I guess. But let’s find out,” she added, clicking on that particular video.

The movie began playing, showing two girls sitting on a couch, just as Melina and Abbie had been not long ago. The “schoolgirls” in question were of course much older than they were. Melina wasn’t sure they were even teenagers, pigtails and girly outfits or not. In any case, they didn’t waste time before they began making out. It seemed the video didn’t really care about establishing the scene.

Melina watched with interest as the girls exchanged ardent kisses, their hands roaming over each other’s body. It didn’t take long before their clothes started to come off, and they were soon as naked as Melina and Abbie themselves. The girls’ hands slipped between each other’s legs, and lustful moans came out of the laptop’s speakers.

Melina was beginning to feel warmth between her own thighs. She wouldn’t mind doing the same as the girls in the video, she thought, glancing at her nude friend next to her. On the screen, the girls were changing position, entangling their legs for some reason: one limb over, one under. She wondered what they were getting up to, until it soon became clear when they started pushing and grinding their sexes together. From the sound of it, they seemed to be enjoying themselves a whole lot.

“Oh, wow. Didn’t know that was a thing,” Melina said. She hadn’t imagined this way to have sex before, but she supposed it made sense. Watching it now, it looked natural. “Is that the tribbing part?”

“Must be,” Abbie replied, eyes glued to the scene. They watched on in silence for a moment, then she turned to Melina, a mischievous look in her eyes, and added, “Well, that looks fun!”

Melina didn’t have to ask what the girl was thinking; she was pretty certain she was thinking the exact same thing. Abbie flashed her a wicked grin, and she returned it a bit more sheepishly.

“Okay, lie down over there,” Abbie suggested, indicating that Melina should lie back opposite to her.

Melina complied, and Abbie scooted closer, crossing her legs with hers like two pairs of scissors coming together. Looking into each other’s eyes, they pushed closer until their pussies touched. 

Both girls gasped at the contact. Melina could feel the warmth and wetness of her friend’s sex on her own. It was a very erotic sensation.

“It’s like a kiss with the other lips,” Abbie noted, making Melina giggle.

They pushed into each other, trying to find a nice rhythm. It was not as easy as the girls in the video made it seem, though, and the position was rather awkward. It felt pleasant enough, but after a couple minutes of this, Melina was getting a little frustrated. She was craving a deeper contact now, and it was difficult to maneuver adequately in their tangle of legs. She thought she might be getting a cramp as well.

“Hmm, this is nice but…” Abbie began, frowning. “Maybe if…”

Abbie sat up and studied their position. She looked like she was searching for a way to get more leverage. Hesitantly, she lifted Melina’s leg that was on top of hers, then repositioned herself so that she was up on her knees. She seemed unsure about what to do with the leg she was holding, then with a shrug and smile, she put Melina’s ankle over her shoulder and held on to her thigh. Lowering her sex to Melina’s, she rolled her hips forward and pushed against it.

Melina let out a surprised moan. “Oh! Oh yeah, that’s better,” she purred.

“Mmm yeah, this is good,” Abbie agreed. She began a rhythm of rolling her hips, grinding her pussy against Melina’s.

Melina was moaning with every thrust, and Abbie was hardly silent herself. They looked into each other’s eyes as their slick sexes mashed together. It felt like a very intimate connection.

“You like me… fucking you like this?” Abbie asked huskily, a hint of shy hesitation before the naughty word.

Melina felt herself blush at the question. Fucking. She supposed that was what they were doing. She briefly wondered if it felt the same when a boy did it to you. At that moment, though, she wouldn’t trade Abbie for anyone else in the world.

“Y-yeah, I do… Don’t stop,” she encouraged her friend.

Abbie didn’t look like she had intended to stop. In fact, she only rolled her hips faster. Both of them were breathing harder now, moaning louder. Throughout it all, they’d never broken eye contact. Looking into Abbie’s beautiful eyes, Melina felt an intense urge to kiss her friend. She tried to lift herself up to reach her, but their position made that quite difficult.

Abbie laughed, seeing what she wanted. She pushed the leg off her shoulder, and laid down on top of Melina, between her spread legs with their sexes still in contact. She pressed her mouth to Melina’s and immediately slipped her tongue in. As they kissed lustfully, she continued pushing her hips down, grinding her pussy against Melina’s. They both moaned into the other’s mouth.

“Wow. This works nice, too,” Melina breathed out when they had to come up for air. She pushed her hips back against Abbie’s. It felt wonderful.

“Yeah, works great,” Abbie moaned. She lifted herself up on her elbows, and once again they gazed into each other’s eyes as their pussies furiously rubbed against one another. 

Melina knew she couldn’t endure much more of the intense pleasure. “A-Abbie, I’m close,” she said.

“Me too, so close.”

Melina grabbed hold of the other girl’s butt and pushed herself against her even harder. Somehow, at the moment the thing she wanted the most was to watch her friend’s face as Abbie orgasmed.

“Yeah, come for me,” she blurted out, then immediately felt herself blush furiously as she realized what she’d just said.

For a brief instant, Abbie’s eyes widened in surprise at hearing those words, then they squeezed shut as her orgasm hit. Her face twisted in ecstasy and she screamed out her pleasure. Melina drank in the sight. Then a few seconds later, it was her turn. She struggled to keep her eyes opened and focused on Abbie as wave after wave of pure bliss spread out through her body. After a moment, she gave up and lost herself in the delight of her own climax.

Some time later, Melina wasn’t sure how long, she felt Abbie roll off of her. She opened her eyes slowly, and noticed the forgotten laptop next to her. The video seemed to have ended a while back, but they’d been too busy to pay attention. She figured they’d probably had more fun than the porn girls, anyway.

“Holy shit,” she heard Abbie whisper.

“Yeah,” Melina agreed simply.

They looked at each other, and smiled. Nothing really needed to be said. Abbie sighed contentedly and rested her head against Melina’s shoulder. They remained like that for some time.

Melina thought she could really get used to having sex with her best friend regularly.

Continue on to Chapter 5

 

Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, Chapter 6

  • Posted on October 6, 2016 at 3:32 pm

By eloquent delinquent

As I carry Bianca to the supermarket’s restrooms we pass an older man coming back out, and he grins politely at us. Now I’m glad for the big remodel the market did last year, despite all the inconvenience when it was going on. Because now I walk briskly past the door marked ‘Men,’ and the next one down marked ‘Ladies,’ and down to the new door, at the end of the fluorescent-lit hallway with a little placard that says ‘Family.’

That’s our door. I open it, and with one furtive glance over my shoulder, revealing no one, I take her inside. My daughter grins the whole time.

The family facility is a single large space, and its primary colors are cream and burnt orange. Handicap accessible, it has grab bars to either side of the toilet set in the nearest corner on our right. A standard pedestal sink and faucet are on our left, and directly across from the door is a five foot counter made to serve as a double changing station, with wastebaskets at either end, wall mounted baby wipe dispensers, and a mirror running its width above it. The room smells very fresh, a bit like cucumbers, and looks like it’s never been used.

I lower Bianca to the floor as she glances around. We’ve never been in here before. Confirming my suspicions, though, I turn to the door and find exactly what I hoped I would. I turn the deadbolt and lock it. I hang Bon-Bon’s coat over one of the grab bars and place my purse on top of the toilet tank. Then, I reach down and cup my girl’s little chin, turning her face up to mine and smile.

My heart’s thumping, I feel wild and naughty, scared and so turned on. The fear is what stopped me before, fear of being found out, getting caught committing incest with my adorable six year old. But I’m so wound up now I just can’t help myself. My daughter’s innocently sexual desires have fired my own, and now that I’ve made her cum in a shopping cart, there’s no way my pussy will let me stop short of satisfying its demands.

Oh god, I swore I’d never do this. But when this began, there were so many things I told myself I would never do.

I told myself I’d never disturb my daughter while she masturbated. Oh boy, I still laugh when I think about how fast that one fell. Once I decreed that playing with herself was okay, Bianca did it openly and at her whim. I’d find her petting her smooth puss on her knees on the living room floor, gleaming wet on the edge of the tub after a bath, in her chair at the kitchen table, stroking, straining. She was unavoidable. At first I tried to stay out of her way, but she would sense me there, catch my eye, grin lazily, and move to display herself and her intimate play more openly to my rapt gaze.

She did it in her bedroom when she wanted to be alone. When she touched herself elsewhere, it was because she wanted me to stumble over her, wanted to be seen, watched. Now, she’ll come home from school sometimes, hop into my lap, spread her legs and leisurely masturbate down her panties, knowing I can’t look away.

I thought that I’d never let Bianca see me naked. That was until we spent a summer weekend at my parent’s cabin, just the two of us splashing in the pool and sunbathing on the back deck. When I thought she’d drifted off under an umbrella, I popped in to shower off the sweat, and forgot to lock the bathroom door. When I rinsed my face and looked down, I saw my daughter had pulled the curtain slightly aside, watching me soap my slick nude body, while fine spray spattered her admiring face. “You’re so pretty, Momma,” she whispered.

“You look sweaty, honey,” I murmured back, sensually lathering my high riding breasts for her benefit. “Would you like to rinse off?” Her head ducked out, and I watched her shadow on the curtain as she excitedly peeled off her swimsuit. The rest of that weekend was divine.

Now, when I give her honey loves, I’ll strip on demand.

I told myself I’d never sleep in the same bed as her. But as her bed time occasionally became the time when she wanted Momma to touch her, I’d cuddle when it was over and fall asleep right alongside her in her narrow bed.

One windy night I woke to the feel of her warm weight settling onto me, and before I could open my eyes, I felt the tip of her little girl tongue lick tentatively at my lips. Drowsily, I opened my mouth to receive the pleasure of it, and we langorously made out, kissing deeply for what seemed like an hour. When I finally wrestled my arms from the blankets, I discovered her bare, excited body waiting for my touch. We didn’t sleep much that night, and I let Bon-Bon stay home from school the next day.

When she asks for special bedtime any more, we both go to my room, undress, and climb nude under the covers. She lays on top of me, her sweet-smelling warm flesh pressed against mine, nuzzling and fondling my tits, our legs intertwined. We both gently hump our pussy against the other’s soft thigh, until we both drift off, or, just as frequently, decide we want more.

I swore I wouldn’t expose Bianca to seeing her mother masturbate. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to see me masturbate, and wouldn’t go to devious means to catch me at it. I didn’t give her horniness nearly enough credit back then.

When I caught her peeping into my bedroom, I’d been face down on my bed, ardently grinding my hips into a pillow with my naughty hand trapped in between. It was only because I’d rolled over on my back so I could finger myself, that I saw the door I habitually kept closed had been opened slightly. Focusing my bleary fuck-drunk vision, I saw her shape in the narrow gap, one large shadowy brown eye pressed to the crack.

“Bianca!” I said sharply. After a breathless moment, the door swung open to reveal her, shamefaced and small. Just a few pointed questions later, she confessed she’d been looking in on my self-pleasure for a month, but kept on spying because she “didn’t see it good enough with all the pillows and stuff.” As she stood frozen in the doorway, I began to feel bad for her erotic curiosity, like I had failed her in not allowing her to learn from me, especially considering the things I’d done to her.

I also had to admit that my body had been interrupted in the middle of its sexual effort, and it impatiently wanted to finish. In other words, I was horny enough that I beckoned her in, had her sit cross-legged on my bed as I pushed myself into a sitting position against the pillows, and opened my legs to her. Despite my anger at her intrusion, I was more aroused by this scenario than I’d imagined. And then I played with myself, self-consciously at first, but before long working feverishly at my soaking cunt while she looked on in total, attentive wonder. She seemed particularly intrigued by the way I thrust my fingers deep and fast into my slippery pussy. As I approached an electrifying orgasm, she distractedly rubbed her quim lightly over her pajamas, her excitement in sympathy for my own.

It was such a turn on to finally show my little girl how naughty her Momma was, too. I came so hard.

I sent her out of the room afterward, even though her cheeks were burning with desire. Mother and daughter still needed boundaries, however strangely drawn. I managed to wait until the next afternoon before I had sex with her, but with the looks she kept giving me oh fuck it wasn’t easy.

One of her favorite playtimes for us now is what she calls ‘Lookie Loo,’ where the two of us face each other, thighs spread, fully exposed, close together with my legs over hers, and masturbate ourselves until we cum, watching each other. She’s invented lots of games, but she enjoys that one best, and I think part of it is because she knows how much I love it.

And even though I’d give her kisses and affection in public, it was never anything that couldn’t be excused as motherly love. I told myself that I’d never let our real feelings, our incest, however wonderful and natural it seemed to us, leave the privacy of our apartment.

But now, here we are.

“It’s all ours now,” I tell her, and she returns my smile with one of her own, beaming bright and full of naughty fun, melting me.

Her enticing smile draws me down to my knees before her, and I pull my daughter to me, her head finally level with mine. Her mouth opens as mine closes over it, and our tongues curl out and over each other, flickering and smoothing, and we make out in a release of pent-up longing. Bianca makes breathy groans into my mouth as my hands roam over her, quickly slipping underneath her green dress, and caress the gorgeous milky softness of her back, the cheeks of her sweet bottom, the firm backs of her thighs. She holds my face in both her little hands, fingertips tucked under my sensitive ear lobes.

We cling like that, soft sighs and wet smacking noises seeming loud in this bare space. I’m pressing her body tighter to mine, and she’s rubbing against me, her chest mashing warmly into my little tits. Our tongues tangle more passionately, I feel drool spilling down my chin.

Almost regretfully, I draw back from those delicate, nimble lips. She takes two parting licks at my mouth, trying to tempt me to stay there, but there’s so much more I need to do. I look at her dainty eyelids, the long doe-like lashes, and wait for them to open. When they do, her eyes smolder.

I look right into them and tell her, “I’m hot, some of these need to come off.”

She holds the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she smiles, nods.

We separate. I step over to the counter, peeling my sweater off and loosely folding it before setting it down. The perspiration on my chest and back wicks away, deliciously cool, but I’m still very warm. I reach back and unhook my teal bra.

As I do, I glance in the mirror, and see that Bon-Bon has hopped up onto the toilet behind me. I watch her as she wrenches off the pink rubber rain boots, exposing the whole of her satiny legs as she does so, and then hurls them unceremoniously at the floor. God, she hates those things. She looks at her tall white wool socks, extending her legs out straight and wiggling her toes.

I shrug off the shoulder straps, and give my breasts a sweet squeeze before I slip the cups off and set the bra on top of my sweater. I look at myself topless in the mirror, and realize that my mid-twenties self doesn’t look so different from teenage me, especially when I’m as aroused as I am now. I brush my stiff nipples, the gentle swell of my tits, the flat contours of my tummy with my fingertips, heightening my body’s growing excitement.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Bianca has left the potty and is now scooting around, watching her feet as she takes quick, shuffling steps and slides across the polished floor in her socks. She moves in random directions, chuckling each time she drifts to a stop. I want to feel miffed that she’s gotten distracted by something so silly. But come on, I tell myself, she’s six.

I admire her reflection as she plays. In so many ways, she’s just a normal kid. She plays with her Legos, has a favorite stuffed animal, hates certain green vegetables, and is enchanted by Dr Seuss. Bianca’s one of the happiest, most carefree children I know, and though she’s shy with new people, her fun attitude attracts lots of little friends.

And she loves her body, so energetic and active! I suspect if I didn’t have regular, wonderful sex with her, she’d run me ragged. She didn’t show much interest in soccer, so I enrolled her in Juniors Tumbling over the summer, and now she does cartwheels, handstands, and somersaults. The other day I saw her performing a twirling kick, her leg fully extended. I asked if she wanted to be a ballerina. She replied that she’d rather be a ninja.

I love her. She’s my baby girl, she’s my pride and joy, she’s just an amazing kid. And I also have to confess, I’m in love with her. She makes my pulse race, I adore her body, eagerly await her desire for honey loves, and delight in what I do to excite and satisfy her.

She turns me on, even when she’s doing something as dopey as slip-sliding across the floor. So I cup my breasts, turn around, and softly say, “Hey Bon-Bon.”

She stops and turns to look. Her mouth opens a little bit and she runs a hand over the front of her green dress, then curls it into a coy fist under her chin, her body twisting slightly back and forth. She’s not distracted any more. Matching her flirty twisting, I lightly caress my tits and my tummy for her, touching slowly above the waist of my jeans, a finger pausing to diddle at my navel. She starts toward me, and I think anyone who didn’t know about our shared naughtiness would be shocked by the sight of so much lust on such a young face.

I playfully back up as she approaches, and her grin gets more mischievous, her eye contact steady and assertive. My butt and shoulder blades make contact with the cold tile wall, and I gasp. I put my arms back as well, palms flat against the glossy tiles, making myself helpless to her. As I so often feel I am.

Bianca stops when we’re nearly toe to toe, so close that I imagine I can feel her warmth through my jeans, can smell the shampoo from the salon in her hair. Her chin is tilted back, still holding my gaze. I’m almost giddy with desire. Then she breaks eye contact, and her regard turns to my bare flesh, roving leisurely over my body.

Finally, she turns to what’s at her own eye level… the button of my jeans. She considers it for what seems like a long moment, then glances up at me, and I see an inquiry on her face. Bianca’s never done this before, but she’s never been so cocky before, either. I incline my chin and arch my eyebrows, allowing her but also kind of daring her to as well.

Things have come a long way from the changing table.

Her open-mouthed smile is a bit surprised, but as her hands come up and close around the fastener I realize she’s really game to undress her Momma. It takes a lot of her strength to pull the button undone (I’ve picked up a few pounds since summer ended), but once it pops, my daughter immediately reaches in for the zipper. Once she has it, though, she hesitates, and looks back up to me. I can see a little nervousness there now.

I want my little girl to be confident, don’t I? So I grin and subtly nod.

She drags the zipper down over my hypersensitized mound. The anticipation becomes almost painful. Then she reaches around to my sides, and starts forcing the waistband down. My jeans are a little tight, and soon she’s jerking them down inch by inch, over the swell of my butt and hips, and after that it doesn’t take much coaxing to slip them down my legs. With a bit of triumph Bianca forces them into a wad above my ankles. I’m absurdly grateful that I shaved my legs yesterday.

Having my butt against the cool wall has held my teal blue panties mostly in place. But Bianca is flush with her first success and doesn’t hesitate in hooking her little fingers right into the elastic at my hips. Bon-Bon whisks those damp panties down my legs and I’m thrilled. The musky smell of my excited cunt wafts up to me, and I’m sure she’s getting a noseful of my scent, too. She blinks rapidly.

Now I’m practically naked before her, only my shoes and a tangle of denim and lycra haven’t come off, and that’s more a matter of haste than modesty. She’s still clothed in the tartan dress and wool socks, completely in control as she intently looks over my body again. I want to squirm, breathless, Bianca’s stare is almost like a touch. Her gaze returns to rest on what’s right in front of her, my dark blonde patch of pubic hair.

My daughter glances up into my blushing, expectant face with a bemused smile, then she leans forward slightly, closing the last few inches between us. Her little nose nestles into my soft pubic curls, I feel it gently nudging my mons, and then she inhales deeply, smelling my earthy sexual wetness. I gasp hugely, astounded. Bianca’s always been ambivalent about her Momma’s cunt, fascinated and intimidated at the same time. But now she’s nuzzled right above my slit, and I wonder what she’s going to do next.

What she does, it turns out, is to draw back from my pussy and look up at me almost shyly.

I grin and reach out to cup her cheek in my hand, fighting the desperate urge to jam her pretty face between my legs and force her to satisfy the raging desire she’s built. But she’s still not quite ready for that. At least, not today.

“I like it when you smell this way,” she says softly. “I just wanted a sniff.”

“It’s okay, Bon-Bon,” I soothe. “We can do what we want to. Momma loves you.”

She blushes, smiles, cuddles my hand. “I love you too.”

“What do you want to do, sweetheart?” I ask, gently drawing her face back to my groin. I can’t seem to help it, I’m just so horny.

She wraps my persuading hand in both of hers, lifts it from her face, and guides it to where I was trying to lead her, placing it over my pussy, then using her fingers to curl mine along the length of my very wet crease.

“I want you to have the honey, Momma,” she says tenderly. “I already got it, but you didn’t. You should have honey loves too, just for you.”

My heart wells up and threatens to spill over for my beautiful little girl. But at the same time, I feel her gently pushing on my hand, forcing my fingers to slide over my tremendously eager pussy, sending luscious sensations pulsing up into my body. Maternal affection and sexual pleasure surge, intertwine, harmonize, each strengthening the other. And this is why incest is forbidden, I think wildly, because it can feel so good you could go crazy with it.

Taking up her delicious rhythm, I begin to masturbate for my six year old. Well, maybe not entirely for her. After so much arousal and suspense, my body basically swoons at the sudden rushes of gratification. My knees tremble, threaten to give out completely. So I slide down the tile wall into a squatting position on my heels. My ankles are still bound together, but I open my legs as wide as I can so Bianca can still watch her Momma pleasure herself.

It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together or how many times we’ve done this before, being sexual in front of my daughter still feels very, very naughty. And doing it here, in a public restroom, feels even more transgressive. Bon-Bon stares down on me, and the way she’s engrossed by my fingers playing over my slick pink cunt, the way she blushes brightly, the way her hands absently squeeze her body through her dress, I know it’s still just as exciting for her.

All this makes my eyes roll shut with delirious lust. It’s like I can only obey the demands of my body. Leaving two fingers trapping my clit delightfully between them, I bring my left hand into play, lightly touching the soft inner lips at the dripping entrance to my vagina, teasing myself.

My daughter watches all this raptly. She’s reached between her own legs, forcing up the skirt of her green dress and clutching at her hidden little puss. She makes a tight, whining noise.

“Mmm, yeah Bon-Bon, do you like that? Do you like to watch Momma give herself the pretty touches? You like seeing Momma’s wet happy pussy when she strokes it? Do you like your Momma when she feels so naughty, when she’s doing it for her pretty girl?”

“Hnnn, yeah, yeah I like it a lot a lot a lot.”

“Does it make you want to feel pretty too, honey? Do you feel naughty for watching Momma? Does it make you wanna touch your little bonbon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You wanna see Momma put her fingers up inside, don’t you? You wanna see them get so wet, see me get the really pretty feelings when I push them in and out?”

“Ooh yeah Momma I love it when you do that.”

“Then watch me, honey, watch me,” I say, and I slip two fingers in as deep as they will go, and my grateful cunt rewards me with a huge flare of pleasure. All the while I keep pinching my clit, and it sends bursts of melting joy into my brain. God, it’s all so good, so good, I was made for sex, to bring ecstasy to others and receive it in turn, it’s what I wanted my life to be.

As she sees my fingers thrust into myself, my response to it, her rosy face glows with sudden perspiration, and she gets an urgent, needy look on her face. Inching toward me uncertainly, she’s hiking her dress up over her pale hips and holding it to her waist with one hand, revealing that adorable little slit I long for so often.

“Momma?” she asks in a high, baby like tone. “I wanna do happy pony. Can I do happy pony with you?”

Oh fuck, she really is turned on. Happy pony was one of the earliest games my daughter gave a name to. When she was four it was her favorite, but since then and all the new games she’s learned to play, it appeals to her most now when she’s feeling very close to me, and totally uninhibited.

I quiver with how bad I want see her do happy fucking pony.

So I lift my fingers off my begging clitoris and reach out, waving her toward me. Her face lights up. She takes my right knee and bends over my leg. I feel her hot little tongue begin to lick the top of my thigh, lapping at my skin with slathering abandon, making little mewling noises as her hair drapes across either side of my leg. Resting my hand on the back of her head as it bobs with her tongue, I imagine a more intimate place she could use it, and thrust into my pussy faster.

Bianca lifts her head, straightens, and throws her hair back as sexy as any stripper. Then she takes my hand, and I steady her as she stands wide, gets up on tiptoes and straddles my thigh, lowering her hot little crotch onto the wet spot she’s made with her own spit. Feeling her creamy pussy press into my supple thigh, I think maybe the licking wasn’t necessary. Fuck it, my inner slut declares, that was hot!

She takes hold of my bare shoulder and waist, one hand on each, leaving my hand free to stroke her side from armpit to hip. That touch makes her sigh. I see Bianca looking down and slightly to one side, still observing my masturbation, and then she starts to move.

“Oooh honey, there you go, that’s my good girl.”

Her hips pump, sliding her smooth little cunt over my leg, pressing her pelvis into my flesh, straining to make contact with her love button. I’m sure that she feels the rocking of my own hips as I fuck myself, that I add something to her rhythm.

I slow my plunging fingers, ease up even though my pussy’s churning, and let myself experience Bianca as happy pony takes effect. I love the weight of her on my thigh, the slick wet heat trapped between us, the sensation I have of her hot crease as it slips along my skin. Over my own shaky breathing, I hear her little coos of pleasure. I can’t see her downturned face, but I can picture the way her eyelids are drooping a bit more with each sumptuous thrust.

But the thing I like best about happy pony is that no matter how purposeful her rubbing is at the beginning, it’s never long before she loses control. Even as I think this, I start to feel a change in the way her hips move, her thrusts shorter, sharper. Her hands squeeze my body as the sensations drive her, and then impulse takes over and suddenly she’s humping my leg like a wild little animal.

I run my hand down her back, impatiently rummaging past the skirt bundled at her waist, and cup the plump cheeks of her cute ass. I love to feel her rump flex and push as she gleefully fucks my leg. My daughter’s had plenty of sex, thanks to me and her own precocious lust for her pussy. But she’s six. She’s never seen anyone fuck, doesn’t even know what it looks like. But her body knows how, and craves it, and now her hips pump instinctively, her pussy rewarding her with erotic delight.

Oh god, oh fuck it’s so beautiful to watch my little Bon-Bon getting herself off. Withdrawing my fingers a bit from my creamy vagina, I cover the whole of my slit with my palm, the heel of my hand nudging back the hood of my clit, two fingers still curled inside the entrance to my throbbing canal. My hand and pussy are so slick, god I’m a dirty mother, so turned on!

I press in, this delicious feeling flashes through my singing body, then I start to move my hand up and down over my sex, matching my daughter’s eager, natural pace. Part of me feels like her, that innocent little girl in love with the sensations her body gives her, it’s like sex is new again as I do it just like her.

“Hhhhnnn, uh, oh honey” I moan.

My ass clenches, my hips jerk and thrust, responding. My rocking makes her thrusts against my thigh longer and harder. She arches, and rolls her head back at this exquisite pleasure, her brown hair cascading, almost obscuring her breathless, ecstatic face. We’ve never had happy pony quite like this, mirroring each other. I’m sharing her joy.

I lean my head toward Bianca until my forehead rests against hers. We’re both a little sweaty. My daughter’s eyes roll open, look up and lock onto mine, and I see all her passion there. We stare at each other as we gratify our pussies, our ragged breaths mixing in the close space between us, our hair draping together, brown and blonde, as we both shiver and rock. The intimacy of our mutual gaze lifts my pleasure, I begin to feel that familiar tightening in my middle, and my masturbating goes from want to need.

My six year old licks her lips and whispers, “Do you feel the honey, Momma?”

I exhale a throaty laugh and nod against her forehead.

“You’re so pretty,” she tells me, panting, her eyes never leaving mine. “So pretty, no clothes on, ohhh, doing it together, I feel you doing it and it’s… nnnh…. it’s like you’re doing it to me too.”

“You like rubbing on me while I rub myself, honey?”

Her eyes dip close as she says, “Mmm-hmm,” then they open to see my happy reaction. She’s so eager to see my joy, it makes the sensations from my cunt even more luscious. They’re filling me up. My eyelids droop, my breath catches.

I feel my daughter’s little hand let go of my waist, steal it’s way up my tummy, then close around my breast. She presses. It’s beautiful. One of her delicate fingers is stroking my nipple. It’s devastating. She adores my little tits, and I love that she loves them.

“Are you gonna cum, Momma? You’ll have a big cummie for me?”

Wow. She’s heard me say that word a million times, even used it herself once in a while, but she’s never said it to me, about me. Bianca’s growing so fast.

“You wanna see your Momma cum? You wanna feel my cummie in your little bonbon?”

She starts to smile wildly. “Have a big cummie and I’ll do pony real hard and then I’ll have a cummie too!”

Her saying it is getting me close to doing it. I lose control as it builds up, up. I’m sure she can see it in my face, and she nods.

“Oh honey oh fuck it’s coming I’m gonna cum, Uh! Uh! Watch me do it, watch me fuck myself for you, you’re so sexy, your hot little pussy on me, fuck me fuck me make me cum, oh fuck!” My words cut off as my head fills with glory. I’m thrusting like mad into my rubbing hand. Bianca barely has to move for my thigh to hump her furiously.

Bon-Bon chuckles knowingly, “Hm hmmm, such a naughty Momma…”

And that does it for me. My body seems to ripple then clenches tight, I’m spasming into my hand, letting a little pee go it’s so strong. I can’t breathe, I’m caught in it and it’s just fucking wringing me out, my mind’s exploding with pleasure. I want to let go but I’m pinned by this ecstasy. And my daughter’s looking into my astonished face and nodding, riding me.

Then all at once I’m unleashed, I heave and arch and cry out in a sustained, uncontrollable orgasm. I buck my hips so hard I throw my daughter off, she slides off my knee and onto the restroom floor with a look of total surprise, and I want to feel bad but I feel too good. I press my head back against the wall and shut my eyes and simply let myself feel it, my writhing body, the eruptions of pleasure from my pussy spreading out all through me.

Eventually I calm down enough to lift my head and look around. I’m breathing deep and slow, and my hand’s still soothing my tingling cunt, but I’ve swung my knees a little closer together.

And there’s little Bon-Bon in a crab walk stance on the floor in front of me, her knees open showing me her shiny bright pink cunt, looking almost like a dainty seashell. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were upset, the way her Momma literally jilted her when she had her big honey feeling. But the expression on her face is something more like awe.

“You okay, honey?”

She nods, giggles. “That was a big cummie, Momma.”

“Well, you asked me to,” I reply, blushing. “It’s because we did it together, honey. That made it really special.”

“Yeah,” she says, lowering her head shyly. “I really really like being close to you when we have honey loves, being together. It makes me happy when you cum.”

I can sense her getting used to the feel of that word.

“Now you know how I’ve felt all this time doing it to you, Bon-Bon.”

She smiles and squirms with delight when she hears this. I grin, but my eye is drawn back to that little pink crease gleaming between her pale legs. The fingers stroking my pussy suddenly trace lush pleasure into it, and move more languidly. Fresh wetness starts to form, my pulse quickens, and the look I’m giving my little girl’s body goes from admiring to predatory and I swear I can’t help any of it.

Bianca notices my gaze, and she looks down there herself. Sighing, she opens her knees a little wider to me, then looks up and meets my eye. Her expression is pure six year old seductress.

“You didn’t get a cummie, did you Bon-Bon?”

“I got one before,” she coyly replies.

“I know, but what about now?” I chide. “Your little puss is all pink and happy.”

“Maybe?”

“Don’t you still have the tingly feeling down there?”

She smirks, shrugs. “Maaaaybe.”

I chuckle, and I sound husky to myself. I let my finger slip into my tender moist crease, drifting up and down. Flickering rushes of pleasure follow my touch. My clit is still hard, it never calmed down, really. This subtle change doesn’t escape my daughter’s notice.

“Would you like Momma to give you more good feelings down there?”

She starts to rock her hips from one butt cheek to another. “Maaaaaaaaybe.”

“I love you and your little bonbon, honey,” I say, then I just have to tease. “All you have to do is ask.”

Bianca sits there for a moment, her brown eyes big and serious as she stares at me. She continues to rock, a bit plaintively. She bites her little lip in the most adorable way.

Taking a deep breath she blurts. “Momma, Momma I wanna cum.”

Ooo, that was exciting. I get this lopsided grin and tell her, “That’s not a question.”

Realizing we’re playing, her impish smile widens, and so do her creamy little thighs. “Could you give me a cummie, Momma?”

I push off the wall, dropping forward onto all fours and crawl toward her, dragging the rumpled knot of my jeans between my feet. She isn’t far, but I move oh so slowly, showing her my dirtiest stare. Her eyebrows rise, she makes breathy giggles, thrilled by my approach. I move up between her knees, put one hand on the floor to either side of her waist, and I loom over her, looking down on her wondering face with a sweet grin.

“Anything for you, honey.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

 

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 21

  • Posted on October 5, 2016 at 2:10 pm

By Jeneee

Unlike the last time we visited the gallery, Emily and Pamela didn’t race around looking at all the pictures on the walls, pointing and giggling while making loud and often raucous comments about each one. This time they heeded my advice — or command, if you like — to behave in a ladylike fashion, even though I am sure they were bursting at the seams to let loose with several appropriate words selected from their more than adequate vocabulary, pertaining to such displays of erotic art as those which now graced the walls of The Gallery Of Friends. Nevertheless, I still detected a few tightly restrained smirks from the girls as we watched them slowly make their way along the first wall of the exhibition, which was dedicated to the genitalia of very young female models as they developed from birth to about three years of age.

Sharon and I saw Maggie and Karen sitting at a large table they had set up toward the back of the gallery, presumably for Marilyn to meet and greet, and sign autographs, so we headed in that general direction as Emily and Pam started their tour.

Maggie smiled as she saw us approaching. “So, are the girls excited?” she asked, glancing at the two of them while they slowly made their way down the ‘Early Development’ wall, as the colorful title above the paintings hanging there identified that part of the collection.

That’s an understatement,” I laughed. “They’ve been on pins and needles ever since we received your invitation. They raced home from school today to get ready and be here as soon as you opened.”

“Well, they both look as if they put a lot of effort into dressing for the occasion. After all, the invitation did say to dress casually. If that is casual, I’d love to see them dressed for a more formal event,” Maggie laughed. “They look utterly divine,” she added. “Did you have any part to play in this, Karen?” she asked her sister.

Karen laughed. “Not me, but you might want to ask Becky. I think she’s been showing Pammy a thing or two about makeup. She’s taken much greater care with her own appearance since taking up with Elizabeth. She’s crazy about the girl. I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that both my daughters take after you, Maggie — lesbian to the core.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about Pammy yet, if I were you,” piped in Sharon. “Both her and Emily seem to have developed a curiosity about cocks – if you’ll let me use that word in your presence, ladies,” she giggled.

“Hmph,” exclaimed Karen. “I’ll have to get Becky to have a little talk with her sister, then. After what her father did to her, she may have a few wise words to say to Pammy.”

“I think she’s already had those few wise words, Karen,” I explained. “And according to Emily, that’s what inspired their interest. To put it into her words, both she and Pammy are dying to see what effect their ‘pussy portraits’ will have on any male viewers. I think both girls will have their eyes firmly glued to the pants of any fathers, sons or brothers here tonight, to detect any suspicious bulges that might, er, shall we say arise, so as to speak,” I giggled. “They’re even trying to work up enough courage to ask Marilyn if she’d consider doing a parallel series of paintings depicting the growth of the male sex organ from infancy to maturity,” I added, with a slight smirk on my face.

“Knowing Marilyn, there’s not much likelihood of that ever happening,” Maggie grunted. “Not after what happened in her family.” She caught the questioning looks on our faces. “Sorry, that’s not for me to discuss – I shouldn’t have said anything,” she added, guiltily.

“Will she and Elizabeth be here soon?” I quickly asked, trying to change the subject, but at the same time realizing too late that my question might be interpreted differently.

“They are coming in about half an hour, but please don’t…”

“Oh no, I wasn’t meaning that I’d be bringing that up,” I hurriedly clarified. “But we should tell Emily and Pam not to ask her if she’d do another series on males.”

“No, don’t do that,” Maggie replied. “Coming from those two she won’t take offence, and it will probably bring a smile to her face anyway. She’ll know how to handle it, and who knows, eventually Elizabeth will probably talk about what happened in the past as she gets to know the girls better. I’m sure she and Becky have already compared notes, anyway,” she added as an afterthought.

Knowing Becky as well as we did, I was sure Maggie was correct.

By now there were already several other visitors wandering around the gallery, some in pairs, others in groups that were probably the families of one or more of the models. The youngest I could see was a little girl of about three years old who looked rather bored with the whole scene — there with her older sister, who was probably about seven, and a couple who must have been their parents. They were standing in front of a pastel which I assumed depicted the older girl’s pussy, judging from the remarks we could overhear and from the smile on her face as she pointed at the work.

Emily and Pam had conveniently wandered over behind them, and Sharon and I could tell they were just dying to start talking to someone about the display.

“Is that your pussy?” my daughter asked the older girl as she leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder.

The girl’s father turned around to see who was asking and smiled when he saw Emily and Pammy. He nudged his daughter as if to say it was okay for her to answer and she nodded in response.

“Yes, it’s my cunny,” she smiled. “That’s what my mommy says to call it, anyway. Her and my daddy say mine is a cunny and my mommy’s is a pussy,” she added, giggling. “And my little sister’s is a kitty,” she said, putting her arms around the little three year old standing in front of her, who now also looked around to see Emily and Pam standing behind them. Both girls were very pretty and wore almost identical short, pink dresses and had their long, blond hair tied in pigtails with matching pink ribbons dangling from them.

“You and your little sister look so cute,” Pam told her. “What are your names?” she asked. “Mine is Pammy, and my girlfriend here is Emily,” she added by way of introduction, slipping her arm around Emily’s waist and giving her a little kiss on the cheek.

“I’m Amanda, and my little sister here is Susie,” the little girl replied. “She had her kitty done too,” she added, “but she’s not really that interested, ’cause she’s so young. It’s over on that wall with all the other little girls. And my mommy’s is behind you on that wall,” she said with a shy smile, pointing behind them. Emily and Pam turned around to look, but decided to wait until they reached that part of the exhibit to study it in more detail.

“Hey, that’s so cool,” Emily told her, smiling back at the young girl. “So your whole family posed for Marilyn? Just me and Pammy did, but my mommy and Sharon – that’s her girlfriend – didn’t, ’cause I guess Marilyn already had enough older women.”

“Well, yeah, we all posed, ‘cept not my daddy, silly. He doesn’t have a pussy,” Amanda giggled as her parents turned around again, now looking a little concerned by the direction in which the conversation seemed to be going.

“We know that,” said know-it-all Emily, somewhat haughtily. “He’s got a cock instead,” she said. And she leaned over whispering into Amanda’s ear, saying, “And I bet it gets all big and hard when he sees your pussy — sorry, I mean your cunny — doesn’t it?” she added with a giggle. Have you seen it?”

Amanda immediately blushed and looked away without replying, catching her daddy’s eye.

“Why don’t you show us your paintings?” the mother chimed in quickly — obviously having overheard Emily’s loud whisper — followed by a nod from the father, seemingly happy to see the subject of his cock being diverted.

“Yeah,” he suggested. “Oh, and you two sure dressed up for this occasion, didn’t you?” he smiled, as he looked each of them up and down. “You both look so beautiful. How old are you anyway? You look like you could be teenagers. And I love your outfits, and – and your makeup is so…”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” interrupted his wife, jabbing an elbow into his ribs to stop him from going any further.

“Thanks, but we’re both only eleven,” answered Pam, beaming with delight at the compliment. “We wanted to dress up, and our mommies said it was okay for tonight. But we don’t usually dress this way or wear makeup. And,” she added, pointing to her right, “I think our paintings are probably down this wall a bit further,” she told them. “We haven’t even seen them yet, ’cause we just got here a few minutes ago. Well, we did see them after they were done, of course, but not since they were framed and hung up here.”

“Let’s go look for them, then,” said Amanda, grabbing at Pam’s free hand and trying to drag her and Emily along. “You seen my cunny, so now I wanna go see yours!” she giggled.

“But we still didn’t get a real good look at yours,” chimed in Emily, as she stepped a bit closer to see Amanda’s pastel. “Mmm, it’s a pretty cunny you’ve got,” she told the little girl, subconsciously looking down at the hemline of Amanda’s short dress as if trying to see right through it to the real thing. “I remember when my pussy looked like that,” she added. “Come on then, let’s go find ours,” she giggled. “Of course, if you want to see them for real… oops, better not,” she quickly added, catching Pam’s eye and suddenly remembering that she’d been told to behave, and not sure how Amanda’s parents would react anyway.

Followed by Amanda’s mom and dad — who had now lifted Susie up in his arms because she seemed to be tiring quickly — Emily and Pam and their new little friend walked further down the gallery, passing pictures of other young girls on display until they finally found their own pastels.

“Here we are,” Emily said proudly. “This one’s mine and that’s Pammy’s.”

“Hmm,” exclaimed Amanda’s father. “You both look so sexy — I mean beautiful,” he quickly corrected himself as his wife frowned at him.

“Yes, dears, very pretty,” she told them, as Amanda stifled a giggle at her father’s remark.

“Showing off already, are you?” Sharon teased, startling the girls as we caught up with them in front of their pussy portraits.

Emily turned around and smiled at us. “Hey, Sharon. Hi, Mommy. This is Amanda and her sister, Susie, and they have their pictures here too, and that’s her mommy and daddy. Oh, and her mommy’s pussy is here too,” she blurted out in her customary way of trying to say everything at once.

“Please forgive my outspoken daughter,” I smiled, reaching out my hand to Amanda’s mother. “She and her friend are a little excited, as you can probably tell. I’m Jen, and this is my girlfriend, Sharon, by the way,” I added, as Sharon also reached out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jen and Sharon. I’m Alice and this is my husband, Ted.” We all shook hands. “Marilyn is my sister, so she had some ready-made volunteer models in the family. How did you girls get chosen to pose?” she asked Emily and Pam.

“Maggie is my auntie,” explained Pam, “and my mommy is her partner in the gallery business, so that’s how come we’re here.”

“Yeah,” chimed in my daughter, “and like I said, Pammy is my girlfriend. I mean like my real, lover girlfriend,” she added, this time kissing Pam on the lips so there would not be any misunderstanding. “So Marilyn wanted both of us.”

“Told you they looked old enough to know a thing or two, didn’t I?” Ted said, smiling at his wife. “A little young to know you’re lesbians though, don’t you think?” he asked Emily.

“We’re not too young,” replied my daughter, sounding a little offended. “We’ve been girlfriends now for two years,” she added, proudly. “So we know what we like. And we like pussy, so there.”

“Emily!” I scolded, as Ted quickly put up his hands in self-defense.

“Okay, okay, sweetie. I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I didn’t mean any offence,” he added with a smile. “There’s nothing wrong with liking pussy. After all, I sure do,” he grinned, looking over at his wife. “So, you’ve both seen Amanda’s pussy. Would you like to see her mommy’s now?” he asked, almost as a peace offering.

“Yeah, we sure would, then maybe you can see my mommy’s, too,” Emily blurted out without thinking, as Pammy gasped beside her. “Ooops, I meant…” and she went dead silent, completely lost for words.

Several seconds passed before everyone burst into gales of laughter as, for the second time in recent weeks, a blush deepened over my dear, sweet daughter’s face. Then we and our newfound friends crossed slowly over to the other side of the gallery to take a look at Alice’s pussy.

Continue on to Chapter 22

 

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 22

  • Posted on October 5, 2016 at 2:09 pm

By Jeneee

Alice’s portrait was a little larger than those on either side of it and beautifully framed. I guess being the artist’s sister has its privileges, I thought to myself with a chuckle. As with all the other works in this series, there was nothing in it to identify the model, but the painting was obviously that of a mature subject, the labia being well developed and slightly apart, revealing the glistening interior of what had to be an aroused pussy. I wonder what happened prior to that session, I chuckled to myself. The hood of her clit was very prominent, and in a way it reminded me of Pammy’s and Becky’s, even though the clit itself wasn’t visible. Marilyn had captured the gleaming delicate folds of the inner labia to perfection, and the smoothness of her labia majora and well-pronounced pubic mound indicated that Alice had either had a laser treatment or Marilyn had deliberately left out her sister’s pubes in the interest of creating a really special work of art. I was curious to find out which.

True to form, it was my daughter who spoke first to break the silence that had descended upon us as we all gazed in awe at Marilyn’s depiction of her sister. “That’s what yours is going to look like when you grow older, Pammy,” she told her. “Except I bet your clit will be poking out, as usual,” she giggled.

“Yeah,” Alice commented, “we noticed in your painting that your pussy is very well developed for a young girl and your clitoris was really protruding. Is it really that way, or did Marilyn paint it like that on purpose?” she asked, with a smile. Emily giggled and was about to answer for her girlfriend but Pam beat her to it, probably just as well.

“Well, it does poke out a lot. It’s been that way since I was a little girl, but we’d all been having a little fun — well, a lot of fun, really — at the time we posed, so it kinda, you know, showed up pretty good,” she replied.

“And her sister’s is like that too,” Emily chimed in. “She’s sixteen, so she’s back down that wall somewhere if you want to see hers, too,” she added, helpfully. “They both take after her Aunt Maggie more than their mommy, though.”

“Sweetie,” I told her, laughing, “you’re a wealth of information tonight, but I don’t think these people are interested in Pam’s family history.”

Alice laughed. “Oh, that’s okay, Jen, she’s only trying to be helpful. And talking about being helpful, Ted,” she said, turning to her husband, “it looks like Susie has fallen asleep in your arms. Why don’t you take her home and put her to bed. I’d like to stay here and wait until Marilyn arrives with Liz. Do you want to leave with daddy too, sweetheart?” she asked Amanda.

“Nooo, I want to stay here with you, Mommy. I wanna see Lizzy too,” Amanda pleaded, looking up at her mom with her hands held together as if she were praying. “Please, Mommy, can I stay?”

“Well, okay. Just don’t fall asleep on us,” Alice laughed. And she leaned over to plant a kiss on Susie’s cheek as her husband, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, turned to leave.

“Bye, daddy,” Amanda called to her father as he departed with her little sister. We all waved our good-byes to him, then turned back to Alice’s painting.

“Has Marilyn done many portraits of you and Amanda?” I asked Alice. “And Susie, too?” I added.

“Lots,” she replied. “I used to let her practice on me when she was a student, then when Amanda and Susie came along they became great subjects for her as well. They just loved posing for her. We have a few of our favorites hanging on the walls at home, some in the living room and a couple in the bedroom.”

“Are they all nudies?” Emily asked.

“Not all of them,” Alice replied with a smile, “but several are. We keep those in our bedroom, of course, and some of the girls’ paintings are in their rooms too.”

“She did some real hot ones of me and Pammy when we modeled for her,” Emily giggled. “You should see them.”

“I think those were meant to be private, sweetie,” I quickly interrupted before she went any further into exactly how hot those particular paintings were. Alice, however, was smiling knowingly, and I realized immediately that Marilyn had probably ventured in that direction with her own family, too.

At that moment, the conversation was thankfully interrupted by the artist herself, entering the gallery along with Elizabeth and Becky, both of whom looked absolutely stunning in their short dresses and high heels. So much for the casual look, I thought to myself as Pam ran over to hug her sister, while Marilyn joined Alice to walk over to the table to see Maggie and Karen, leaving Amanda behind with us.

“Oh Becky, you look gorgeous in that dress,” Pam told her sister.

“And she looks even better out of it,” laughed Elizabeth, winking at Becky. “And look at you, honey,” she said to Pam. “Looks like Becky taught you well. Your hair and makeup look so professional. Makes you look so much older. And wow, Emily, you too. You both look like movie stars.” Emily smiled with glee and took a bow.

“We just met your auntie Alice and your little cousin, Amanda. Also your even littler cousin — she’s so cute, but she fell asleep — and your uncle, but they just left so he could put Susie to bed,” Emily told Elizabeth. “And your mom did a great painting of your auntie’s pussy. We just saw it – the painting, I mean. It looks so sexy,” she giggled, once again trying to say as much as she could in her usual burst of run together sentences.

“You should see it for real,” Elizabeth replied, grinning. “It looks even better.” Emily gasped.

“All this talk of pussy is making me horny,” laughed Becky. “And I haven’t even seen the show yet. Who’s gonna take me on a tour?”

“I will,” Elizabeth told her, adding, “and you’re always horny, you little slut. I helped Mom and Maggie set up the display, so I can tell you all about it. And I made her put our pictures side by side, girlfriend,” she giggled.

“Can we come, too?” Emily asked. “We’ve been around once but it was kinda quick, but it would be cool to hear any stories you have about them – right, Pammy?” she smirked, as she nudged her girlfriend.

My ever curious daughter, I thought. Always looking for any juicy tidbits she can get her hands on – or should that be titbits, I smirked, thinking literally as well as figuratively. “I think we’ll leave you girls to yourselves, then. Sharon and I will go join the rest of the ladies at the greeting table,” I said, quickly grabbing my girlfriend’s hand and leading her away.

“What was that all about?” she asked me with a puzzled look on her face. “Think we’re not wanted or something?”

“Elizabeth might be more inclined to say more if we’re not there. She doesn’t know us that well yet and I must admit, I’m a bit curious about her family background.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sharon replied. “She seemed to get to know us pretty well at our hot tub party that day, after we first met her and her mom. I distinctly remember watching you give her pussy a good licking as Becky sat on her face on the deck. If that’s not getting to know someone well, I don’t know what is,” she reminded me with a smirk on her face.

“Well, yeah, I suppose. But everything was a blur that day once things got going, so I’m not sure she’d remember who was licking whom,” I laughed, remembering how delicious her sweet teenage pussy had tasted, and how horny I had become watching her lick and suck on Becky’s ample clit. “Kinda makes me horny even now, thinking about it,” I told Sharon, feeling my pussy start to moisten as the image came back to me. “Still, I think Emily might feel a bit more likely to try to drag more information out of her if I’m not there to keep saying ‘Emily!’ Know what I mean?”

“You have a real sneaky side to you, my dear girlfriend,” Sharon laughed. “Now I know where Emily gets it from.”

“You mean you never noticed before?” I replied, smiling. “I have my ways. Hi, ladies,” I said to the group around the greeting table, as we arrived. “We left the girls to hang with Elizabeth and Becky as they tour around again. They seem to be having fun, and I don’t think they need us adults tagging along.”

“What about Amanda?” Alice asked. “She must be getting a bit tired. Maybe I should go rescue her from them.”

I looked over and saw that Emily and Pam now had Amanda between them, holding on to her hands as they strolled down the Early Development wall. “Don’t worry, Alice,” I smiled. “She’s in good hands. They will look after her.”

“Well, she does seem to be enjoying herself, like she’s one of them. They all look so gorgeous together, don’t they? Like a group of models out for a party,” she smiled.

“Right,” I agreed, noticing the gallery starting to fill up with even more visitors. And I wondered just what kind of party might develop.

Continue on to Chapter 23

 

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 23

  • Posted on October 5, 2016 at 2:09 pm

By Jeneee

“What happened to your daddy, Elizabeth?” Emily suddenly asked, out of the blue.

They had all made their way slowly down the Early Development wall, where Amanda had proudly pointed out Susie’s little ‘kitty’ as she called it, hanging among a series of half a dozen or so other cute little baby to toddler-age pussies, all displaying the beautiful, seemingly oversized – in relation to the rest of the body, that is – pouting and puffy pudenda typical of that age group.

(As an aside at this time, if I may, I’d like to comment here on the word ‘pudendum,’ and its plural, ‘pudenda.’ It’s so typically representative of the attitudes over the centuries toward anything sexual pertaining to the human body. The word had its origin in the 17th century and was derived from another noun ‘pudeur’ which meant ‘a sense of shame or embarrassment, especially with regard to matters of a sexual or personal nature.’ So ‘pudenda’ really meant ‘parts to be ashamed of’ at that time. Its original meaning has long since been lost but nevertheless I’m voting that it now should mean ‘parts to be proud of and to enjoy.’ Makes more sense, don’t you think? So there you go – Jen’s lesson for the day – giggle.)

After leaving the Early Development display the little group, then moved on to what Maggie had appropriately termed The Childhood Cunnies, where Amanda had proudly pointed out her own painting with one hand while subconsciously cupping herself between her cute, colt-like legs with the other – something that Emily and Pam immediately noticed with a grin, jabbing each other in the ribs as they watched the little seven-year-old slip her hand underneath the hem of her short yellow dress to touch herself and then quickly remove it, realizing what she had done. The mere act of showing herself off, even if it was just with a picture, had caused that familiar tingle in her young pussy which was always a signal for it to be stroked.

“I think we need to give her a little help sometime, don’t you?” Emily had whispered into Pam’s ear when she saw what the little girl had done. “I think she’s getting horny,” she added with a giggle. Pam smiled and quickly nodded in agreement.

Following The Childhood Cunnies came what Maggie had humorously entitled The Tweenie Twats. This was where Emily’s and Pam’s paintings were found in all there delicious glory. As they all looked at their pussy portraits, both Emily and Pam simultaneously mimicked Amanda by briefly slipping their hands under their own dresses to slide their fingers quickly over their moistening naked cunts, bursting out in laughter as Becky and Elizabeth turned around to look at them, wondering what the joke was. Both teens shook their heads when they noticed what the girls were up to and, without saying anything, led the group on to the next section where their own portraits hung.

Simply called The Teens, this set featured a collection showing a variety of teenage pussies in what appeared to be various stages of arousal, expertly captured by the skill of the artist. Many featured wispy pubic hairs while some, like Becky’s and Elizabeth’s, were completely shaved. Almost all had that delicate dew of arousal plainly visible on their labia, while a couple, Becky’s included, showed an enlarged clit protruding from its sheath accompanied by, in Becky’s case at least, an obvious drop of white, creamy girl cum resting sensuously between her slightly open inner labia. Elizabeth, who was present at Becky’s sitting, had obviously played a significant role in preparing her girlfriend for her mother to paint. After the work was completed it is a safe bet that the fun continued.

Emily’s question had caught Elizabeth by surprise. “What did you say?” she asked.

“What happened to your daddy?” Emily repeated. “I know you told us he kind of got your mommy started doing sexy pictures of you that day he sat you on his lap and spread your legs, showing off your panties and daring your mom to paint you like that. But you and your mommy never seem to have talked about him since then and we’ve never met him and he doesn’t seem to be living with you anymore, like my daddy isn’t with us either,” she finished, all in one breath.

Elizabeth looked back at Emily, as if thinking, then over at Becky, then back to Emily.

Becky slipped her arm around Elizabeth’s waist. “It’s not really the time, Emily, it’s really kinda private and…”

“No, Becky, it’s okay. I was expecting to be asked sometime and I’m a bit surprised it’s taken you so long, Emily, knowing you and your curiosity,” she replied, smiling slightly. “But it’s a long story and I don’t want to go into it here, in public. Becky knows some of it, but even she doesn’t know the whole thing,” she added, turning to look at her girlfriend who murmured something about not wanting to pry too deeply.

Looking around at the ever increasing crowd in the gallery, Elizabeth suggested they all move into the back classroom where it was more private. She was resolved to explain everything to her friends, even if it was still a bit upsetting, but now was as good a time as ever.

Because the gallery was quite crowded, the group was able to slip into the back room unnoticed by everyone. There were several chairs along one wall, but Elizabeth grabbed a couple of floor rugs, blankets and cushions used by the models during class and spread them up against another wall so that everyone could settle down more comfortably. Shoes were removed and legs tucked up in relaxing positions, while Amanda, who was starting to get sleepy, cuddled on Emily’s lap and rested her head against her shoulder with a contented sigh, as Pammy snuggled up beside them.

Once everyone had settled, they all looked at Elizabeth in expectation. They were not to be disappointed.

“This will probably be a bit awkward for me at times, and I may need to pause,” she began, “but please let me tell you what happened as best as I can before you ask any questions. Okay?”

Everyone nodded. Even Emily’s face took on a serious look as she slowly stroked Amanda’s hair as the little girl started to fall asleep, cuddling warmly against her in her lap. Emily’s dress, short as it was, had crept up higher on her thighs by now and she was sure her pussy could be seen if anyone was looking. So what, she thought to herself, smiling slightly. They’ve all seen it before anyway.

Elizabeth gave a little cough, and began. “First of all, I’m not sure my mom would agree to me telling you everything but I feel I have to get it off my chest anyway, so it’s my responsibility and I’ll take whatever shit she decides to throw at me. I think she suspects I’ve already told Becky a few things, but she hasn’t said anything. You all met my aunt and uncle tonight and they know everything anyway, but please don’t say anything to anybody about what I’m about to tell you. Okay?” Everyone nodded once more.

“Well, here goes. As you know, I was quite young when I sat on my daddy’s lap that day it all started, and I was so proud when Mom painted that picture for him and then hung it on the wall in their bedroom. After that, she continued to use me as a model and I just loved the attention, and loved watching my father’s face whenever he came home to see another painting my mom had done of me. Pretty soon my panties came off and the pictures she did, some drawn and some painted, were all mostly nudes in various positions and poses, and it just seemed normal to me to see myself depicted in that way. In fact, I got used to running around the house naked all the time, and kept having to be reminded not to answer the door that way or to stand in front of a window. And we had a big picture window in our living room, so Mom eventually got to where she’d keep the blinds closed most days when I was home from school.

“Things went on that way for a couple of years, and now that I look back on it I can see my poses became more and more sensual and erotic. When I was around eight years old, Mom had me doing things like getting on my hands and knees with my butt sticking up in the air, my pussy and asshole on full display, usually with me looking back with a cheeky smile on my face. Eventually, they progressed to me spreading open my pussy, or putting a finger over my clit, sticking out my tongue. It was all such fun for me and I got to love touching myself like that, and I could see my father enjoyed seeing them, too.

“One day, just before my ninth birthday – it was a Saturday and Mom had a class to teach, so she had left me home with my father – he told me he was having a friend of his come and visit for the afternoon and that I should stay in my bedroom for a while. They were going to watch some ballgame on television so I started playing in my room with some of my dolls and things. About an hour after the guy arrived I had to go pee and when I’d finished I peeked downstairs to see where they were, because I wanted to go get a drink from the kitchen. I didn’t hear anything at first, not even the ballgame – I guess they’d muted the sound – so I crept downstairs and saw them on the couch together. I couldn’t understand what they were doing at the time, but I saw my dad had a whole pile of my mom’s paintings of me on the coffee table and the guy was holding one of them in his hand as my dad was doing something that seemed so weird to me at that age.

“The guy’s shorts were down past his knees and what I soon learned was his cock was in my dad’s hand and he was rubbing it up and down. I heard my dad say ‘isn’t she a sexy little slut’ – I distinctly remember his words, but they didn’t mean anything to me at the time, of course – and then the guy groaned and all this white stuff shot out of him all over the place and drooled down his cock. I was frozen on the spot and couldn’t move as I watched my father lean down and lick it off. Then I just turned around and crept back upstairs, not bothering with getting a drink.”

By this time, Emily and Pam were both spellbound from hearing Elizabeth’s story. Emily was dying to interrupt, but remembered they were not supposed to say anything until she had finished. Emily also realized that hearing Elizabeth’s description of what she saw was beginning to create that all too familiar feeling in her pussy, and she knew she was starting to get very wet. She squirmed a little, trying not to disturb Amanda, and realized she was subconsciously gently caressing the little girl as she slept, her hand having slipped beneath the yellow dress to stroke her warm, soft bottom through her panties. Amanda shifted slightly, making a little moaning sound in her sleep as Emily’s hand was now able to reach between her cheeks to the surface of the puffy treasure of her warm little cunny, which she now slowly and almost absentmindedly proceeded to caress as Elizabeth continued her story.

“The next day was Sunday,” Elizabeth continued, “and Dad went out golfing with his friends. At least, that’s what he told us. My mother, being the perceptive person that she is, knew something was bothering me and she finally pried the whole story out of me. Her reaction was one of anger at first – I’d never seen her that angry before – then she started to cry and that’s when I hugged her realizing my father must have done something really bad. Then I heard her say, almost to herself, that well at least it isn’t another woman, and then she hugged me really tightly so I could hardly breathe.

“She eventually stopped crying and looked at me with teary eyes. I remember telling her I loved her ’cause I instinctively knew she needed to hear it — call it little girl intuition, I guess — and she leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her back. I remember it was a long kiss that slowly became more intense and she shifted me in her lap so that I was straddling her. Remember, I was naked as usual.

“Pretty soon I felt her hands caressing my little butt and I kind of rose slightly in her lap so she could reach better, ’cause I remember how good it felt. She began kissing me even harder and her tongue forced my lips apart and slipped into my mouth. This felt even more wonderful to me, especially now that her fingers had spread my butt cheeks and were now tickling my pussy from behind. I had never felt so good in my life before. My pussy tingled. I could feel it getting wet. The strange feelings in my body seemed to spread and my tummy felt so incredible. I wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Suddenly she stopped kissing my mouth and raised me up higher, sliding her tongue over my chest and my little nipples, which I could feel were then hardening into tiny points. She continued to slowly work her way down over my tummy, licking my belly button and finally reaching my pussy. When the tip of her tongue touched what I now know was my clit I was in heaven, delirious with the new and uncontrollable feelings that were spreading throughout my body. I couldn’t understand it. I remember feeling like I was going to explode, or that I was going to pee real hard. My mind was trying to come to grips with what was going on, but it couldn’t. I finally gave up, feeling ripple after ripple surge through my body as I crushed my pussy hard against my mother’s mouth and just let everything happen.

“It was the most wonderful moment in my life up to that point, and when I thought back on it as I grew older I realized that my mom must have been as horny as I was, yet resisted pursuing her own satisfaction. I’m sure it was her way of showing me how much she loved me in view of feeling betrayed by my dad. We still had our love.

“Later, after things had cooled down a little, she explained that sometimes mommies and their daughters can show their love for each other in the way that we had just done, and that sometimes mommies can also have other girlfriends to share their feelings with.

“That’s when I told her that maybe that’s what Dad had been doing with his friend then, and I remember how shocked she appeared when I said that. She hugged me again with tears in her eyes, telling me how smart her little girl was to say that. Later, when my father came home, she didn’t say anything to him about what I’d seen, at least, not with me around anyway. But after I’d gone to bed they had it out.

“Their relationship continued, somewhat strained, for another two years — but things seemed to be kind of normal once again. My mother had accepted that her husband was bisexual, and as long as it didn’t affect our family life to any great extent, she was willing to put up with it. After all, she’d also discovered in the process that she was bi, too, and mom and I continued to have an ongoing mother/daughter sexual relationship, unknown to my dad, of course — at least, so we thought. I continued posing for her in sexier ways, often teasing her and leading up to some really intense lovemaking sessions. I learned a lot about pleasing another woman.

“But, and this is where it gets difficult,” she paused a little as she tried to get a grip on herself, “things soon changed. I’m going to go through this quickly. I just want to finish the story, okay? It turned out that my dad’s boyfriend also had a younger friend who was only thirteen years old. They had been playing around together for almost a year before he told the kid about his relationship with my father. This boy had thought all along that he himself was gay, but confessed to my dad’s boyfriend that he wasn’t sure and wanted to find out for once and for all. So they plotted to bring him over to our house one day when my mother was again out at an art session. My dad again told me we were having company and the three of them showed up. The kid was introduced to me – I was dressed, this time – and then they showed him some of my pictures.

“Well, I was eleven at the time, same age as you and Pam, Emily,” she said, looking at Emily and noticing how cozy she was with Amanda at the same time. A little smile touched her lips, but didn’t last for long. “The kid got horny and my dad and his boyfriend pulled down his pants, and once again I had a first-hand look at a hard cock. It was literally throbbing and sticking straight up in front of me.

“He raped me. They raped me. They held me, while he stripped off all my clothes and my dad and his friend held me open for him. I was screaming.” And here, tears started streaming down her face. Becky quickly grabbed her but Elizabeth pushed her away.

“No, I gotta finish,” she sobbed. “My daddy, who I’d loved so much, held me tightly down by my shoulders as this prick fucked me and fucked me hard. As this was happening he told me he knew me and my mom were having a sexual relationship, and that it was about time I learned about making it with a boy. I was only eleven, only eleven, for god’s sake. Thank heaven I passed out.”

She paused once again, trying to calm herself. This time she didn’t push Becky away when she hugged her tightly. Emily and Pam were now also quietly crying, holding each other as they both felt the pain that Elizabeth must have endured.

“So, now you know what happened to my dad, Emily. They left me unconscious on the floor while he packed up his belongings and left the house, permanently this time. My mom came home and found me lying there, trying to regain my senses as I sobbed in her arms, telling her what had happened. I was torn apart inside, had to go to the hospital. It was reported and eventually they found the three of them and arrested them. They all went to jail, of course, and I don’t even know if they are out yet and I don’t give a fucking shit. We moved far away, changed our names and started a new life together. It took a few years for me to heal emotionally, but I recovered pretty quickly physically at least. I’ve dealt with it and put it out of my mind. My mom will never talk about it. I’m sure she just wants to remember the good side of my father, to avoid the hurt the other side must have caused her. And I don’t hate all men. My uncle is okay. My aunt has him under his thumb, anyway, as you might have noticed,” she giggled, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

She looked at Becky and smiled at her girlfriend. “Becky’s told me a lot about her dad and what happened to her, and almost to you, Pammy. I’m so glad we all met, ’cause I know we can all be good friends…”

“… and lovers,” finished Emily with a teary smile. Amanda now stirred in her arms and opened her eyes with a yawn. Emily hugged her. “Wake up, sleepyhead. It’s almost time to go home to bed,” she laughed, as she gently tickled the little girl in the ribs.

The four of them put on their shoes and stood up, and Emily lifted Amanda up and placed her in her cousin’s arms. “Here’s a little present for you, Elizabeth,” she smiled. “She’s so adorable, and I know we can be good friends.”

“…and lovers, too,” Elizabeth quoted. “I noticed what you two were up to. Well, what you were up to, anyway. It’s kinda sweet, don’t you think?” Elizabeth smiled, turning to Becky.

Becky nodded and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend on the lips. “Very sweet, indeed,” she laughed as the five of them turned to go back into the gallery to partake in the refreshments that were being served.

Continue on to Chapter 24

 

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 24

  • Posted on October 5, 2016 at 2:09 pm

By Jeneee

The gallery was now crowded with visitors, most of whom had already made the rounds and taken in the delights of Marilyn’s artistic and somewhat erotic pussy portraits, and were now standing around in groups chatting, smiling, laughing at each other’s jokes while helping themselves to the abundant refreshments that had been provided by their hosts.

Just as I was wondering what had happened to my own group of models, I saw them emerge from the back classroom and edge their way out slowly to mingle with the other visitors. The somewhat somber expressions on their faces puzzled me, especially when compared to the jovial atmosphere around them.

“Something’s happened in there,” I told Sharon, frowning. “Look at their faces.”

“Yeah, they do look kinda serious, don’t they?” she replied, somewhat curiously. “Perhaps you were right. Maybe Elizabeth did fill them in on something. And whatever it was, it seems to have troubled them. Shall we go investigate? After all, they are supposed to be having fun tonight. ‘Belles of the ball’ and that kinda thing, you know?”

I pondered her suggestion for a few seconds but then shook my head. “No, let’s just go over and see if they’d like to get something to eat or drink. I’m sure the girls will fill us in whenever they get the chance. But somehow, I don’t think it will happen in public.”

“Hey, superstars,” I smiled as we approached them. “We thought you’d got lost somewhere, or been kidnapped by some of your fans. Come on over to the refreshment table. There’s still a lot to eat and drink. But it’s going fast.”

“Yeah,” echoed Sharon. “But stay away from those yummy desserts. Might spoil those slim figures of yours,” she giggled, placing her hands on her hips and doing a bit of a bump and grind. “Know what I mean?”

That brought a smile to Emily’s face and she replied in her traditional way by sticking out her tongue. “I like yummy, creamy desserts, don’t you Pammy?” she asked her girlfriend with a sly wink.

“We know what kind of creamy desserts you two like,” chimed in Becky. “Don’t we, Liz?” she teased, slipping her arm around Elizabeth’s waist.

“Right,” Elizabeth replied. “And there’s plenty of them hanging on the walls,” she added, grinning broadly.

“I was referring to the desserts on the refreshment table,” Sharon retorted, “as if you lot didn’t know. Aren’t any of you hungry? For food, I mean,” she quickly added before any other smart remarks could be interjected.

I’m hungry,” said Amanda, who seemed to be wide awake again, after her brief snooze on Emily’s lap.

“Well, go help yourself, sweetie,” I told her, “before it’s all gone.”

“Yeah, come on Amanda,” said Emily, taking hold of the little girl’s hand. “I’ll take you over and help you choose something yummy.” Looking at the two of them strolling over to the table I couldn’t help thinking to myself, Yeah, and it looks like you’ve found yourself something yummy too, oh daughter of mine. The others fell in line and followed them over.

“Guess they were hungry, after all,” I chuckled to Susan as we watched our parade of would-be stars pick at what was left and munch away. “So, what do you think, hon?” I continued. “Shall we suggest we all head back to our place after? I sense an interesting update coming our way.”

She laughed. “What, you psychic all of a sudden?”

“Well, you know Emily. Hard for her to hold her tongue.”

“Yeah, but they may have been pledged to secrecy. You never know.”

“Only one way to find out,” I retorted, still determined to try.

We had to clear it with Marilyn and Alice, of course, but an hour later saw a rather large party of girls of all ages traipsing into our friendly house to finish the evening’s festivities with the promise of an enjoyable sleepover. The girls of all ages included Sharon and myself, naturally, but also Marilyn, who had pledged to her sister to make sure that Amanda behaved herself. Alice decided that she had better go home to be with her husband and younger daughter, just to make sure everything was okay, which caused Sharon and I to exchange glances of curiosity as to what exactly she meant by ‘okay,’ and Karen and Maggie passed on the offer, both claiming to be exhausted from preparing and hosting the successful evening’s event.

“Where’s everyone going to sleep?” was the first thing out of Emily’s mouth as we all made our way through the front door into our cozy house, which was about to become even more cozy as we squeezed against each other in our narrow hallway.

“Thinking about sleep already?” Sharon teased. “Is our little star worn out from her first public appearance?” she added, putting an arm around Emily’s shoulder and hugging her tightly, feeling the young girl wobble a little on her high heels.

My daughter replied in her usual manner by sticking out her tongue, a gesture which caused peals of laughter from little Amanda who, even though she’d fallen asleep during the drive home, now seemed wide awake again and excited to be part of a group of older girls, happy that she hadn’t been sent home with her mother.

“We’ll work out sleeping arrangements for everyone, don’t worry,” I replied. “We’ve got a few sleeping bags upstairs, so I’m sure everyone will be comfortable once we settle in. So who’s ready for bed, anyway?” I asked, as we entered the living room. “Anyone have any room left for a bedtime snack first, or are you all stuffed from all the goodies you ate at the studio?”

“Don’t know about you,” Sharon replied, “but I’m ready for a glass of wine and maybe some cheese and crackers.”

“Skip the crackers,” Elizabeth said, smiling at Sharon, before glancing somewhat cautiously over at her mother, “just wine for me.”

“Yeah, me too,” added Becky, throwing her arms around her girlfriend. “Let’s all have some fun,” she giggled.

“You’re not old enough to drink yet,” I protested — somewhat weakly, I must admit — as Sharon smirked a little when Becky glanced her way. I knew Becky had indulged a little when she shared Sharon’s apartment a couple of years before, so it was pointless to refuse the young teen. Besides, I thought, a little wine would do wonders to loosen lips and maybe allow a little bit of Elizabeth’s past to be revealed to Sharon and me, something I’m sure the rest of them had already been made aware of during their time alone at the gallery that evening. I still wasn’t sure how far Marilyn would let things go if the girls did start to open up, but I hoped a little wine might make her feel more comfortable at least.

“Are you models going to change into something more comfortable while we get the refreshments ready?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder as Sharon and I made our way into the kitchen.

Pam and Emily both jumped up, once again wobbling on their heels, and slowly made their way up the stairs to Emily’s bedroom, while Becky and Elizabeth shrugged, Becky pointing out that Elizabeth had nothing to change into anyway so they would stay as they were. “We can find robes for you if you like,” I suggested. “You too, Marilyn, if you want,” I added, smiling at the artist.

“Well thanks, but maybe later,” she replied, settling down on the couch beside her daughter and Becky, both of whom had already snuggled comfortably together. As Amanda climbed onto Marilyn’s lap, Sharon and I entered the kitchen to prepare the goodies for the second half of our party evening.

“You’re such a devil,” I told my girlfriend, as she grabbed a bottle of Merlot, while I started to slice some cheese onto a large platter, adding a packet of tasty crackers to the mix, along with some sodas for the girls. “And you call me sneaky,” I giggled. “You want to hear what happened as much as I do,” I added, squeezing one of her cheeks playfully.

“Naturally,” she replied, wiggling her ass back into my palm. “I’m just as curious as you are. Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Yeah, but with Amanda here, too, I’m not sure how far Marilyn will let things go, even if Elizabeth starts to open up.”

“Well, if we’re lucky, she may fall asleep on Marilyn’s lap anyway. She must be so tired from the excitement of the evening,” I added, hopefully.

On returning to the living room we saw right away that Amanda had indeed already fallen asleep on Marilyn’s lap, legs immodestly askew, head resting on her auntie’s shoulder. Her position had caused her dress to ride up and her cute little panties to cling tightly to her puffy mound, slipping slightly between her plump pussy lips, Marilyn’s hands clasping her tummy so that the little girl did not slip from her grasp.

I smiled. “Well isn’t that a cozy looking picture,” I remarked, thinking back to the pastel Marilyn had created of Amanda’s naked treasure that hung on the wall in the studio. “Even drawing one of her like that would be erotic,” I suggested to Marilyn with a wink.

“Yeah,” she replied, “but you’ve got to admit that this is even more enticing,” she giggled, reaching down and slipping the crotch of Amanda’s panties to the side, exposing her pretty lips to us.

At that moment Emily and Pam came down the stairs to join us, having changed. They were now barefoot, wearing only long tee shirts — probably naked underneath, I suspected, knowing them.

“Wowsie, Pammy,” Emily exclaimed. “Look at Amanda’s cute little cunt. Now we’ve seen it in the flesh, so as to speak,” she giggled, remembering caressing the little girl in the back room of the studio as she’d fallen asleep against her while Elizabeth was telling them about her past. “It’s so cute, don’t you think?”

And to everyone’s surprise, although I should have suspected it, she knelt down in front of Marilyn and pressed her mouth against the little girl’s pussy, giving it a gentle lick as she stared up into the artist’s face, hoping she wouldn’t disapprove. As you may have guessed, she didn’t. Amanda merely sighed in her sleep and snuggled her head closely against her auntie’s neck as the pleasurable feelings in her pussy no doubt invaded her dreams.

As everyone looked on, almost spellbound, I decided to interrupt this little display of affection before Amanda woke. “Wine and cheese with crackers, anyone? Or are you all developing a different kind of appetite?” I teased, admittedly feeling myself becoming aroused at my daughter’s antics.

I plunked the tray down on the table Sharon had set up between the love seat and the couch where the older girls and Marilyn had settled, and loudly popped the cork of the Merlot, immediately diverting the attention of our two teens away from Emily’s ministrations to Amanda, and even causing my daughter to peer over her shoulder with a sly grin on her face as she licked her lips.

“Hmmm,” she pondered aloud. “I wonder what would taste better, Amanda’s pussy or the wine.”

“Emily!” I scolded as Pam immediately tugged her girlfriend to her feet, pulling her close and kissing her.

“Mmmm,” she exclaimed, tasting Amanda’s fragrance lingering on Emily’s lips. “Somehow I’d vote for Amanda,” she giggled. “But I’m all for comparing,” she announced with a sly grin on her face as she grabbed Emily’s hand and walked her over toward the wine table.

“Sorry, girls,” I chided them. “This is for us older folks, but there’s sodas for you if you like.”

As Emily and Pamela groaned, Elizabeth and Becky sidled up to the table smirking at the two young girls. Emily, as expected, stuck her tongue out at the teens while Pam picked up a soda and winked at her elder sister, a wink that I caught and understood to mean ‘you’re going to sneak me a sip, right?’ Sisters have to look out for each other, after all.

I then relieved Marilyn of her little bundle of joy so that she, too, could pour a glass of wine and enjoy some cheese and crackers, plunking myself down on the love seat as Amanda groaned a little in her sleep, and then snuggled up against me. It wasn’t long before everyone was settled, either sipping Merlot or sodas – and yes, I noticed Becky quickly pour a little of her wine into Pam’s drink, sneaking a look at me to see if I witnessed her sisterly act of kindness. I leveled my fiercest glare at her but, even though I tried hard not to, it quickly turned into a resigned smile. It wasn’t long before Elizabeth similarly laced Emily’s soda, much to her satisfaction.

Well, dear reader, we are rapidly approaching the end of this epic, and as you might imagine, it wasn’t long before the same story the girls had heard in the back classroom at the studio came out in dribs and drabs as the bottle of Merlot was emptied, replaced by another, and emptied again. Little Amanda’s warm body remained snuggled against me, completely oblivious to all details we heard about how her older cousin was molested and raped by her father and his friends. It was a testament to Elizabeth’s fortitude that she was able to go on with her life with the help of her mother. The respect I held for Marilyn doubled that evening. Needless to say, a few more tears were shred by all of us before the night was over.

As my young daughter and her girlfriend climbed the stairs to their bedroom at the end of the evening, she leaned lovingly on me and confided, “Mommy, I think men are disgusting, and they better keep their cocks to themselves whenever they are around me.”

Pam heard her and nodded, grasping tightly onto Emily’s hand. “And me too,” she added, her cheeks still stained with tears as flashes of memories with her own daddy flitted through her mind.

I smiled as I hugged my little girl tightly and thought to myself that even though they felt that way now, they’d probably eventually mellow as they grew older. But at least for now, any fears I had about my little girl becoming pregnant could be put to sleep.

Love would win out in the end, as it usually does. And love is often found in places you least expect it. You never know when you will find someone with whom you can be more than just friends.

THE END