Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

That Saturday morning, about the same Kori was waking up from her fitful sleep at her friend Becka’s house, her mother was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing frantically.

Sandra, the 39-year-old mother of Kori and Suzy, could not quite get over what had happened last night.

It started about 2 AM when she woke up needing to use the bathroom. She quietly got out of bed, trying not to wake her husband George; he had to go out of town early Saturday morning for a weekend business meeting.

Sandra crept through the hallway to the bathroom. Without turning on the light, she quickly did her business and stood up to return to bed. When she walked into the hallway, she heard an unmistakable sound coming from Suzy’s room.

Fearing the worst, Sandra tiptoed up the hall to Suzy’s door. She’d forgotten that Suzy’s friend Karen was spending the night; her first suspicion was that Suzy had sneaked boy into the house.

Instead, she was greeted by the sound of two girls, softly moaning and whispering dirty things to each other.

“Oh, yes, baby, eat my pussy,” urged Suzy in a low growl.

Karen responded with a purr and, “Mmm, lover, you taste sooooo good.”

Suddenly, and to her great surprise, Sandra was struck by a surge of arousal she hadn’t felt in ages. She’d experimented with girls in high school and on into college, but after she met George, had confined herself to the monogamous life. Now, sensual memories were flooding back as she eavesdropped on Suzy and her lover.

Almost as quickly, Sandra was jerked back into reality. I can’t do this! she scolded herself. That’s my daughter, for crying out loud. Summoning all her willpower, she turned and walked back to her bedroom, her cunt growing wetter with each step. Lying down, she tried to force herself to sleep, but her body wouldn’t obey.

The next two hours seemed to last all night. Finally, at 4:30, George’s alarm clock sounded, waking him for his trip. He quickly showered, shaved and dressed, then kissed his wife goodbye before heading out the door. That left Sandra alone with her thoughts churning and no way to tame them.

Finally, after another hour or so of wrestling with herself, she gave in and allowed herself to picture what she’d heard. She imagined Karen, her daughter’s pretty young friend, on her knees, face buried between Suzy’s smooth thighs.

As the women in the family were none too shy around each other, she occasionally saw Suzy naked, in the bathroom or for some other totally innocent reason. Picturing Karen took a bit of imagination, but Sandra arrived at what she thought was a pretty accurate image of the nude girl and set about her masturbation fantasy.

The guilt that had plagued her for hours left Sandra almost as soon as her hand found its way into her panties. Hurriedly stripping naked, the woman allowed her lust to run free and quickly arrived at a long-overdue climax.

As she lay there in the aftermath, an impossible question teased her: Would the girls be interested in me?

Without a great deal of hesitation, Sandra began to consider this notion. She thought and thought until she finally drifted off to sleep, just as the sun came up.

She didn’t sleep long, though. At 10 AM, she awoke and put her panties back on, went to the bathroom and quickly washed up and brushed her teeth and hair. Going back to the bedroom, she laid her most attractive nightie out on the bed.

Before putting it on, Sandra checked herself out in the mirror. For a woman nearing forty, she was still very attractive, she had to admit. Over the past couple of years, she had added a few pounds, but was by no means fat. Her breasts were still fairly firm, with just a hint of sag. A dark blond bush of pubic hair, just a shade darker than the hair on her head, adorned her pussy.

Turning around, she admired her ass. It was still incredibly firm for a woman of her age. Finally, taking a deep breath, she put on her gown and made her way up the hall.

Sandra was pleased to find the door unlocked. The element of complete surprise was what she needed here. Thinking to herself, It’s showtime, kiddo, she turned the knob and entered.

The girls were lazily snuggling together, but Sandra’s entrance awakened them and then some. A horrified Suzy yanked the covers over their naked bodies, but not quickly enough to prevent Sandra from getting a good look at both of the girls. The sight of her daughter’s perky breasts made her heart race.

Striding into the room, Sandra folded her arms and stared at the girls. “What are you two doing? And why are you both naked? Get up and get dressed.”

Knowing it was futile to argue, the girls reluctantly pushed the covers away and sat up. Trying to conceal her arousal, Sandra memorized every detail of their nude bodies as they dressed. Suzy was much like her mother, although her hair was a lighter blonde. She had quite large, firm breasts and a v-shaped, nicely trimmed bush of pubic hair. Karen was a bit smaller than Suzy in every respect, especially in the breast department. The girl’s modestly-sized breasts reminded Sandra of one of her lovers in high school. The girl’s shaved pussy really intrigued Sandra, exciting her in the worst way.

Once the girls were dressed, Sandra started asking questions. At first, the lovers tried to avoid answering, but Suzy’s mother made it apparent that she was in no mood to play around. Finally, Karen admitted that the two friends had been lovers for a couple of months.

Suzy was then asked to provide details. She stammered as she tried to form answers that would satisfy her mother without being too embarrassing. “Well, one night, I was staying at Karen’s house and we started talking about sex. She asked me if I ever… y’know, masturbated, and I told her yes. We wound up watching each other. Then later that night, we were doing it again, and I asked Karen if she’d ever made out with a girl. She said no, so we decided to try it. Before long, we were, um, doing more than just making out.” Suzy admitted.

Sandra wanted to know more, however. “What do you mean, more than making out?” she demanded, this time addressing the question to Karen.

The friend spoke up. “Well, we, um, went down on each other… you know, oral sex?”

“Yes, I’m familiar with the term,” Sandra retorted. After a long, thoughtful pause, she noticeably softened and told the girls, “You know, you should really try to be more quiet when you’re doing things like that. What if your sister had been home?” Without waiting for an answer, she got up and excused herself from the room. Before leaving, she turned to face the girls once more. “Do you want me to lock the door for you?” she said, a faint smile on her lips.

“Uh, you can leave it unlocked, Mom,” Suzy replied. She was shocked; did her mother actually approve of her having lesbian sex with Karen?

When the door closed behind Sandra, the girls turned to gape at each other, then they both grinned hugely.

“Can you believe that?” Karen said.

“I know, I know… God, she didn’t even seem upset! When she came barging in just now, I thought she was gonna kick me out of the house!” Suzy said.

Karen shook her head and said, “No, not that. I mean, the way she was looking at us.”

Puzzled, Suzy asked, “What? Looking at us how?”

Karen rolled her eyes and explained, “Couldn’t you tell? Your mom wants us!”

Suzy’s mouth dropped open as she, too, suddenly realized that her mother had seemed a little too interested in their relationship. Then she shook her head dismissively.

“Okay, maybe catching us in bed got Mom a little excited. Maybe she’s secretly into women, sure. But you’re saying that my own mother wants to have sex with us? With me? C’mon, girl… that’s just crazy!”

Karen just grinned. “It was how she was looking at us… especially you, babe. I was watching her kinda sneaky-like while we were getting our clothes on just now. She was totally checking you out! I’ve been in lesbian bars before — believe me, I know that kind of look. Your mom wants to fuck you.”

“I — I don’t know…” Suzy muttered.

“And why was she wearing that sexy nightie? Your dad’s out of town, right? Who else is here for your mom to look hot for? Just you and me, girl.”

“My God, you’re right! Mom never dresses like that in the morning. Wow… so you think she’s actually trying to seduce us?”

“I’d bet on it,” said Karen, rubbing her hands together. “The question is: are we going to give her what she wants?”

“You’re serious?” Suzy said. “You actually want a threesome with me and my mother?”

“Don’t you?” Karen fired back. “You’ve been telling me that you wanted to do something totally wild… what could be wilder than fucking your mom? Besides, you were the one saying how hot your twelve-year-old sister is, and how you got yourself off thinking about licking her pussy. Is there really that much difference?”

Suzy felt her face grow hot. Even since becoming lovers with Karen, she’d been noticing how cute her baby sister Kori was… and after she’d caught a glimpse of her naked sibling in the tub a few days earlier, Suzy had masturbated herself to a convulsive orgasm, dreaming of stripping nude, climbing into the bath with Kori and teaching her all about how girls love other girls. And just last night, she had confessed her incestuous fantasy to Karen.

She’s just using that to get me into bed with Mom, Suzy told herself.

But the more she pondered the idea, the more inviting it seemed. Her mother was still an incredibly sexy woman at 39… and if Karen was right, she was also attracted to girls. She still looks really great, too, Suzy admitted. If I was going to make love to a sexy older woman, I’d probably pick one who looks just like Mom.

After her initial shock, the teen was quickly warming to Karen’s suggestion, especially since it was obvious that Karen had intentions of seeing it through, either with or without the help of Suzy.

“You really want to do my mother?” Suzy asked. “And you want me to fuck her too?”

“Oh, yes,” cooed her sexy friend. Karen grasped her lover’s hand as she said, “Oh, Suzy, please do this. It’ll be so hot to watch you and your mom getting it on.”

It took all of two seconds for Suzy to agree. “Why not? Hell, I bet she’s in the bedroom fucking herself now,” she said, quickly stripping out of her clothes again.

A grinning Karen followed suit, and the couple tiptoed naked up the hallway to the master bedroom.

Sure enough, Sandra was lying on the bed, on top of the covers and completely nude with the door wide open, legs spread and fingering herself.

When she heard the girls, she looked up and smiled. “I wondered if you two would figure it out. Come on in.”

Karen and Suzy looked at each other in mixed astonishment and delight, then ran into the room, climbing on the bed to join Sandra.

Karen quickly took the initiative, lying down next to her lover’s mom. Cupping the older woman’s face, the sexy teen began to kiss her mouth, quickly sliding her tongue inside.

It had been almost twenty years since Sandra had last kissed a girl, but she instinctively responded, and before long the two were kissing like they’d been lovers for ages.

Meanwhile, the scene was getting Suzy hotter by the second. She seated herself at the foot of the bed, spread her legs and began to masturbate as she watched the steamy sight in front of her.

Soon, Sandra became aware of the action at the foot of the bed. Breaking the kiss, she purred, “Oh baby girl, I thought about you all night long. I’m so ready to taste you now. Please, sweetie, come to Mommy.”

Suzy couldn’t believe what was happening, that she was about to have lesbian sex with her own mom. Still, the erotic pull she felt was much too powerful to resist, and she crawled to the other end of the bed and lay back, offering up her naked body.

Sandra began to stroke her daughter’s thighs as she eyed Suzy’s lightly-downed sex. Finally, she pushed the girl’s legs apart and leaned forward, her lips making contact with Suzy’s juicy cunt. Heart throbbing crazily, she extended her tongue and gently licked about her daughter’s womanhood.

Suzy moaned softly, encouraging her mother. That was all Sandra needed. She began to go down on her daughter for real, her tongue probing ever deeper into the girl’s vagina. Reaching down, Suzy toyed with her throbbing clit and soon heard herself gasp, “Oh yes! Eat my pussy, Mommy! M-make me come, Mommy!”

Karen watched for as long as she could, then she simply had to get involved. Crawling behind Sandra, she began to lick the older woman’s cunt from behind, prompting loud, passionate moans from the mouth buried between Suzy’s legs.

The heated lesbian action continued just like this for several minutes, until Suzy suddenly felt her passion swelling, rising. With a long, loud moan, she climaxed. Hearing her little girl’s rapture, combined with the sensation of Karen’s tongue lapping at her own pussy, caused Sandra to follow Suzy’s orgasm with one of her own.

After the two women had recovered, Sandra said, “I think Karen needs some attention here, don’t you, sweetie?”

Suzy agreed, and they instructed the other girl to lie down between them.

They began by teasing her. First, Suzy would kiss her while Sandra nibbled on her small tits. Then they would switch and Suzy would allow her hand to briefly graze her lover’s moist slit. Karen was going crazy with lust. Finally, between kisses, She begged the others, “Please, my pussy is on fire. Someone please eat me!”

Sandra volunteered and crawled between Karen’s legs, busying herself with pleasuring the young girl. Suzy, meanwhile, occupied herself with both her lovers. After suckling her mother’s rosy nipples, she shifted to her friend’s breasts and lovingly kissed and caressed them, lightly biting the lust-engorged tips.

Under the circumstances, it wasn’t long before Karen too was coming, spouting a chain of filthy talk as her best friend’s mother got her off with her wicked tongue.

The three women, exhausted, collapsed on the bed, each of them panting, glazed in sweat.

Finally, Suzy broke the silence. “Mom, what if Kori had been here?”

The weight of Suzy’s question hung heavy in the air for the next few moments. The three lovers lay nestled in Sandra’s bed, tenderly touching one another while they pondered this new possibility.

Finally, Karen broke the silence. “God, Suzy, do you think Kori would really be interested in this?”

Suzy responded, “I don’t know, but I’m kind of thinking I’d like to find out. I’ve had a feeling lately that Kori has been fooling around with those cute friends of hers. Mom, how do you feel?”

A look of concern crossed Sandra’s face before she answered, “Oh, honey, I’m afraid to try that. She’s so young.” The girls looked disappointed for only a moment before the mother continued, “But I think it would be all right if you wanted to make love with her… but only if she’s willing.”

The two teens broke into wide grins. Sandra had just given them permission to seduce Suzy’s little sister! Karen giggled as she said, “Wow! I might get to fuck your whole family this weekend!”

Sandra smiled when she quickly pointed out that her husband was off-limits, prompting a snicker from the teens.

“As if!” Suzy scoffed. “Guys couldn’t interest me less.”

“Really,” Karen sighed, cuddling Suzy to her. “Girls are way more fun.”

Glancing at the clock, Sandra realized it would soon be time for Kori to come home. She kissed both her newfound lovers and promised that they would do this again soon, then headed for the bathroom to clean up.

The girls retreated to Suzy’s room, where they schemed on how best to seduce Kori as they dressed.

After their plan was conceived, Suzy went to the bathroom, where her mother was showering, and asked if she would be willing to do one thing to help them out.

“What is it, dear?” asked Sandra.

Suzy answered, “We need you to be gone for a couple of hours this afternoon.”

*****

The three of them had just finished cleaning up when Kori arrived. She entered the house to find her mother, clad in a bathrobe, blow-drying her hair in the bathroom, and Suzy and Karen involved in a PlayStation game in Suzy’s bedroom.

Quickly telling everyone hello, Kori felt she was walking on air as she went to her own room and closed the door. The memories of all the things she had experienced last night and this morning flooded through her mind.

She was brought back to reality by a knock on her door. Without waiting for an invitation, Suzy popped her head in. “Hey, Sis, Karen and I are going to her house to get some clothes; she’s staying here again tonight. Do you want anything to eat while we’re out?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m not really hungry,” Kori replied.

“See ya later then, kiddo!” Suzy blew her baby sister a kiss, then turned to leave.

As Suzy and Karen left, and Sandra returned to her bedroom, Kori found herself in complete solitude. Lying back on her bed, she began thinking about her two friends, now her lovers, Becka and Jenna. She recalled all the things they had done together. Kori slipped a hand into her panties and cupped her vulva, dreaming of what they could get up to next time as she dozed off.

The young girl slept for about an hour before she heard Suzy and Karen coming up the hallway. Realizing she needed to pee, Kori got up and walked out of her bedroom. That’s when she heard something she thought she wasn’t supposed to hear.

“Where can we hide this so Kori can’t find it?” asked Karen, making sure it was just loud enough to pique the little girl’s curiosity.

Suzy thought for a moment before answering, “How about in this bottom dresser drawer? Here — wrap it up in my overalls — I hardly wear those anymore.”

Karen agreed, “Yeah, that seems like a safe place.”

Kori went to the bathroom, wondering the whole time what her sister was hiding so carefully. Thinking it best to play it cool, she to her bedroom, where she again dozed off before very long. She’d had a long night, after all!

*****

The next thing she was aware of was her mother, nudging her to wake her up.

Kori stirred and mumbled, “Whassup, Mom?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving to go the grocery store. On my way there, I’m going to look in on Ms. Lassiter to see if she’s feeling any better. I’ll probably be gone for about two hours. Oh, and Suzy and Karen are gone to the mall and to catch a movie. They won’t be back until late this evening. See you in a while, hon,” said Sandra.

Kori mumbled a goodbye, then her mother left. She lay there until she thought she heard Mom’s car pull away, then got up and went through the house to verify that she was indeed alone. When she was satisfied with this, she made a beeline for her sister’s room and went straight to the dresser, determined to find whatever it was that she wasn’t supposed to see. What she discovered there was a complete surprise.

It was a porn movie, but not like the one she had found Suzy watching before. This one was all lesbian sex, according to the box.

She felt her pussy growing moist again as she padded over to Suzy’s TV and popped the tape into the VCR. Quickly removing her pajamas and panties, she settled back on her sister’s bed and began to watch.

The first scene was pretty tame, just two women taking turns fingering and eating one another. To a young girl with limited experience, however, it was incredibly arousing. She began to slowly rub her clit as she watched. As the scene progressed, so did Kori. Soon, she had worked two fingers into her vagina and was thrusting them in and out while she tickled the clit with her thumb.

After that, on a whim, she reached behind her with her free hand and began to toy with her anus. She used some of the wetness from her highly aroused pussy to lubricate the rosebud, then began fingering it as well. After an initial stab of discomfort, she found it quite pleasurable.

By the beginning of the second scene, she was deeply into her masturbation session, so much so that she didn’t hear a car quietly pulling into the driveway.

Carry on to Chapter Four!

Author Unknown

The week came and went quickly. Kori continued to masturbate daily, as did Becka, although they didn’t have any more phone adventures. Becka invited Kori and their mutual friend Jenna to her sleepover at school the next day.

Finally, Friday afternoon came. “Can I get a ride with you and your mom over to Becka’s, Kori?” asked Jenna as the girls walked home; Suzy had cheerleading practice again, so Kori’s mother Elaine would be giving her daughter a lift.

“I’m sure she won’t mind,” said Kori. The girls said their goodbyes as they split up to go to their respective houses. After a couple of hours of homework, it was time to go to Becka’s.

At her house, Becka was preparing for her friends’ arrival. She had seized an opportunity while she was home alone to snoop around her parents’ room. Sure enough, she found what she had always known was there — a collection of porno tapes. With no boxes, she had to guess which one would be good. Finally, she chose one and hid it in her dresser.

Kori and Jenna arrived at 6 PM, just as they were supposed to. Becka hadn’t had time to change out of her school clothes yet, so she let them in and disappeared into her room to change. She returned wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and it was obvious to both friends that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Becka’s parents got home soon after that, and the girls did typical sleepover things — watched movies, ate, and talked about boys — until Becka’s parents said good night and retired for the evening. Becka then suggested, “Come on, let’s move this party upstairs.”

Kori was shocked when she saw her friend’s room, which was immaculately clean for once. She and Jenna took turns changing into their night clothes in the bathroom, and soon all three girls were sitting on Becka’s bed, clad only in loose shorts and oversized t-shirts. Kori had gone without panties, but she wasn’t sure about the other girls.

As they talked and watched television, Kori and Becka each searched their minds desperately, trying to think of a way to casually bring up the subject of masturbation.

They were both pleasantly surprised when Jenna gave them the answer by suggesting a game of Truth or Dare. The other two tried to contain their excitement as they agreed to play.

Jenna started the game by asking Becka, “Truth or dare?”

Becka thought before responding, “Truth.”

Kori was disappointed when Jenna asked Becka a not-very-personal question about a boy she had kissed. Becka quickly answered the question and they proceeded with the game. She skipped Kori and went back to Jenna, who selected truth.

To Kori’s surprise, Becka asked their friend point-blank, “Do you ever play with yourself?”

Jenna’ mouth dropped open and her face turned three shades of red. “Well, I’m not going to answer that unless you guys answer it too.”

Both girls didn’t blink before replying that yes, they did.

Jenna was shocked at their forthrightness, but she, too, admitted that she masturbated.

“How often?” asked Becka.

Jenna frowned thoughtfully before answering, “About every other day. Sometimes every day. What about you?”

Becka again answered honestly, “Gosh, every day. What about you, Kori?”

The younger girl gave a bit more detail, which was no surprise to Becka. “Every day for the past week,” said the girl.

Becka, pretending that she hadn’t already heard the details, pressed Kori for specifics.

Kori held a quick debate in her mind about whether or not she should share the entire story with her more conservative friend Jenna. Finally, she decided to forge ahead, and told her friends about her big sister Suzy and spying on her while she’d gotten off to the porn flick.

Jenna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. For several months, she had secretly been fantasizing about girls, ever since she had stumbled upon some lesbian porn magazines in her father’s closet. The pictures had filled her head with thoughts, many of them about Kori and Becka.

She asked, “I’ve never seen a dirty movie. What was it like?”

Kori grew very animated as she explained the things she’d seen to her friend.

By this point, stiff nipples poking through the t-shirts the girls wore made it quite obvious that everyone was quite a bit aroused, none more so than Jenna, the “innocent” one. All three girls had totally forgotten about their game, and each was secretly trying to formulate a scheme to have them all masturbate together.

While Kori and Jenna were trying to think of a subtle plan, Becka opted to be more direct. “Is anyone else here as worked up as I am?” she asked. Both girls admitted that they were indeed aroused. “I think we should all just take off our clothes and do what we all want to do,” she suggested.

“Wait. Would that make us… you know, lesbians?” asked a concerned Jenna. Fantasies were one thing, but to actually have them realized was something else.

Becka answered Jenna’ question with one of her own, this one addressed to Kori. “Kori, when you watched your sister, did it make you feel gay?” she asked, hoping that Kori had the right answer.

“Not at all,” replied the girl. “I was just learning how to do it.”

Becka replied, “Exactly. And maybe we can all teach each other something new, something that we’ve never tried before.”

This satisfactorily answered Jenna’ question, and soon all three girls were shyly removing their clothes. None of them were more nervous than Kori, who had never seen her friends naked. Becka and Jenna had changed clothes together a few times, but of course, this was something completely different.

Once they were all nude, each girl scoped out the others. Becka was a tall girl with dark blond hair. Being the oldest of the group by a few months, her breasts were slightly larger than Jenna’ and quite a bit bigger than Kori’s. The other two girls were intrigued by Becka’s mound, which was completely smooth; neither of them had seen a shaved pussy before.

Jenna was a brunette with a bush to match, similar in build to Becka, but with smaller breasts; however, what she lacked in tits, she made up for in her shapely ass. Even as an eighth-grader, she had caught high school boys checking out her rear end at the mall.

Kori stood shyly in front of the other girls, her small breasts topped with pert pink nipples that were erect with excitement. Jenna was very intrigued by her young friend’s red pubic hair; something about it really turned her on.

After sizing one another up, Becka took the initiative, settling back against the headboard and parting her legs. Jenna pulled up Becka’s desk chair and sat down, while Kori positioned herself at the foot of the bed.

Soon, they were masturbating, all inhibitions gone.

Jenna was trying to be as casual as the other two, but her secret desires were catching up to her and she was finding it hard to stay calm; she couldn’t deny that her two friends were incredibly hot!

Under the circumstances, Jenna was moving much quicker than the other two. Becka and Kori were still rubbing the outsides of their pussies when Jenna inserted two fingers into her vagina and started massaging her throbbing clit with her thumb. Kori followed suit, as did Becka, who also began rubbing her breasts with a free hand.

Jenna allowed her thoughts to roam free. As long as she’d been fantasizing about her friends, she had only imagined them masturbating together, as they were now doing. Now, she began picturing them doing other things the women in the magazine had done. She imagined Becka on her knees, eating Kori’s pussy. Then she pictured the three of them, licking each other simultaneously.

On and on went the girl’s thoughts until she could hold it back no longer. She began to moan softly and couldn’t stop herself, moaning on and on until the last waves of her climax subsided. Kori was not far behind; her orgasm began just as Jenna’ faded. Becka, however, had more restraint. She continued fingering her pussy and playing with her breasts for another two or three minutes before she started moaning, not too softly, and experienced her own orgasm.

*****

Becka’s first masturbation experience had taken place at her cousin’s house when she was eleven. Becka stayed in a makeshift guest room upstairs, right next to her sixteen-year-old cousin Sierra’s bedroom. The two rooms had actually been built as one, but Becka’s aunt had made them two by hanging a thick, heavy drape, similar to a theater curtain, across the room to serve as an improvised wall.

The first night of Becka’s stay, Sierra had a date. Becka turned in for the night just before her cousin came home. She was trying to go to sleep when she heard Sierra enter her own bedroom, then she was disturbed by a thin stream of bright light coming from the edge of the curtain. She quickly realized that the curtain wasn’t drawn tightly and, trying to respect her cousin’s privacy, she got up and padded across the floor to fix the curtain. Becka risked one look inside, however, and that made all the difference.

Sierra was undressing to get ready for bed. More out of curiosity than anything else, Becka stayed put, curious to see what a teenage girl looked like naked. She watched as her cousin removed her jeans and shirt, then finally her white lacy bra. Becka marveled at the size of her breasts; for a sixteen-year-old girl, they appeared quite impressive!

Sierra didn’t remove her blue cotton panties; instead she stretched out on her mattress, on top of the covers. It occurred to the younger girl that Sierra didn’t seem to be going to sleep.

What happened next, Becka told her two friends, still stands out clearly in her memory.

Sierra had slipped a hand into the waistband of her panties. Becka didn’t know what she was doing down there, but she could see her cousin’s hand moving at an ever-increasing rate. Finally, Sierra lifted her legs and her ass off the bed and pushed the panties down to her ankles before kicking them off.

Becka was utterly amazed at the sight of her cousin’s vulva. She had dark hair down there just like Becka’s mother, who was the only woman the younger girl had ever seen naked. Sierra returned to her previous task, concentrating on her wet pussy as she masturbated.

Just then, Sierra’s head turned to the right, toward the curtain that separated the rooms. Becka quickly ducked out of sight and tiptoed back to bed.

She climbed in and started thinking about what she had just seen. Why was Sierra doing that? Does it feel good?

Before she could get too involved in her thoughts, she was distracted by the sound of the curtain being pulled open. She looked over to see her naked cousin standing there. “You saw me, didn’t you?” asked the older girl, without a trace of anger.

Becka could only stammer, “Y-yes. I’m sorry. I got up to fix the curtain, and–”

Sierra cut her off. “You don’t have to explain. You’re eleven. You’re curious, right? I bet you were wondering why I was doing that, huh?” she accused. Becka admitted that this was true.

Sierra then calmly explained sex to the younger girl, then explained how masturbating served as a substitute for having sex. It was a weak explanation, but nevertheless informative for the curious eleven-year-old.

With her voice betraying her nervousness, Sierra asked the girl, “Would you like to know how to do it?”

“Um, okay,” Becka said, and her cousin instructed her to remove her clothes.

Soon, the girl was naked, and Sierra told her to mimic her movements. Becka tried, and was soon thrown headlong into her first orgasm. Sierra came almost simultaneously, and both girls were a little louder than they should have been.

Fortunately, they weren’t caught, and they made time to continue this practice every night for the rest of Becka’s stay.

*****

After hearing Becka’s story, Kori and Jenna were incredibly turned on, as was Becka. However, no one wanted to appear overly eager, so no one spoke up.

Shortly thereafter, the girls decided it was time to go to sleep. Kori offered Jenna the bed and prepared her spot on the floor. After teeth were brushed and bodies were clothed again, Becka turned out the light, and soon Kori could hear the even breathing that told her the others were asleep.

She was having no such luck, however. She thought about the story Becka had just shared with them, but in her fantasy, the cousin Sierra was replaced by her sister Suzy. She finally fell into a fitful sleep, still thinking about masturbating with her older sibling.

The last clear thought that went through her mind before sleep overcame her was: Is Suzy interested in other girls?

*****

If Kori had been home that night, she would have discovered the answer.

After learning that her little sister was away on a sleepover, sixteen-year-old Suzy had invited her friend Karen over to spend the night. The two had been the best of friends since the fourth grade, and had spent the night at each other’s homes many times. No one knew, however, that they had recently become more than friends.

Suzy and Karen had been lovers for about two months, although both of them had fought off the urge for a couple of years before that. The girls had made love about ten times, all at Karen’s house. Now that they had some privacy at Suzy’s place, they decided it would be a good night to initiate her bed.

While young Kori was drifting off to sleep, Karen was performing a striptease for her already naked friend. By the time Karen got down to her panties, Suzy had already managed to masturbate herself to one orgasm. As passion overcame her, she reached out and drew Karen to her.

The pair collapsed onto the bed, kissing each other passionately. Suzy loved kissing her friend, loved the way a girl’s tongue felt in her mouth. Karen, however, was more interested in having her tongue elsewhere.

Breaking the passionate kiss, she rolled Suzy over onto her belly and pushed the girls’ legs underneath her, pushing Suzy’s beautiful ass into the air. Karen began to kiss and lick down Suzy’s crack until she found her lover’s tiny, puckered asshole, then began to eagerly explore it with her tongue.

Suzy moaned in ecstasy; she loved it when Karen did this.

Finally, after probing Suzy’s anus, she continued her path downward, finally arriving at her lover’s dripping slit. She wasted no time before plunging her tongue deep inside her friend. Her finger found Suzy’s clit and massaged it as she went down on her young lover. Soon Suzy was uncontrollably bucking, grinding her sex harder and harder against Karen’s face.

Just before Suzy reached another climax, Karen stopped and rolled her lover back over. She kissed her again before the two girls arranged themselves in a scissor formation and started grinding their pussies together. They came together and soon fell asleep, naked in each other’s arms with the bedroom door locked so they would be undisturbed.

*****

Morning came, and Kori was awakened by the sound of the shower running in Becka’s bathroom. Sitting up, she noticed that Becka was still in bed, so she assumed Jenna was getting cleaned up. Kori had to pee, and didn’t think Jenna would mind after last night, so she got up and walked into the bathroom. She also walked into another shocking turn of events.

Jenna was in the tub with the shower head running, but she wasn’t standing. She was lying in the tub with her legs on the sides. The shower head was set on vibrate, which causes it to squirt water forcefully at very quick intervals, and the horny young teen was holding it in her hand, aiming it at her extremely aroused cunt. When she saw Kori, she quickly tried to pretend she was washing her body, but the younger girl knew better.

Closing the door behind her, she said, “Don’t try to play it off. I saw what you were doing. Why are you hiding it after last night?”

Jenna answered, “I didn’t want you and Becka to think I was enjoying myself too much.”

Kori laughed. “I don’t think there’s any such thing as too much.”

As she wiped herself, she noticed that she, too, was very wet and aroused. Knowing that Jenna could see her, the younger girl began to caress her pussy again. Jenna noted it and, feeling encouraged, began to play the shower head over her cunt.

The stifled moans coming from the bathroom were enough to draw Becka out of her slumber. She quickly sized up what was going on in there and quickly shed her nightwear before entering the bathroom naked.

“Come on girls, don’t do that yet,” she said. “I have something else for us in the bedroom.”

Kori and Jenna were a bit embarrassed at having been caught by their hostess, but her demeanor let them know that she was okay with everything. Becka turned and walked back into her bedroom, with Kori following closely, leaving her clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor. Jenna had to dry off first, and as she watched her two nude friends walk away, she couldn’t help but stare at their tight asses. God, they’re both so hot! she told herself, amazed at how freely she was lusting after her friends.

Once all the girls had reassembled in the bedroom, Becka produced the tape she had “borrowed” from her parents for the party. “I found this in my dad’s closet and I thought we might enjoy watching it,” she said. “It didn’t have a box or a label or anything, so I’m just guessing what’s on it, but I’m pretty sure it’s porn.”

The other girls urged Becka to put the tape in — especially Jenna, who had never seen a porno movie before. The magazines she’d perused were one thing, but to actually watch people fucking? The thought excited her even more.

The first few minutes of the tape were phone sex commercials. Becka assured the girls they were worth skipping and fast-forwarded to the feature presentation. All the girls were surprised at the video Becka had lucked into — it was a “Barely Legal” video produced by a major men’s magazine.

The first scene featured a eighteen-year-old girl seducing a guy who picked her up while she was hitchhiking. The scene was fairly tame compared to some of the things Kori had seen in the other video, but Jenna was very pleased. She casually touched between her legs, assuring herself that she was still wet. She was sure the others were, too.

The next three scenes were basically the same idea: horny young girl gets fucked senseless by older man. The fifth scene, however, provided something totally different, something that made Jenna think she would go through the roof. A teenage girl invites her friend over to do some homework. Instead, they wind up watching porn, getting horny and, in the end, making lesbian love.

As the girls watched the scene, Jenna ached to touch her pussy, but she steadfastly refused; she didn’t want her friends to think badly of her. However, she soon heard the unmistakable sound of fingers caressing a wet cunt and carefully looked over to see Becka eagerly masturbating, making no effort to hide the desire she felt as she watched the lesbian action on the movie.

On the other side of Becka, Kori had been fighting the same urges as Jenna, at least until she too looked over and discovered Becka doing what she’d been resisting. Becka’s boldness encouraged her friends to follow suit, and soon all three girls were eagerly fingering themselves as they watched one of the young ladies licking and sucking the other one’s nipples on the screen.

Slowly but surely, all three girls turned their attention away from the movie and began to concentrate on each other. Becka, ever the uninhibited one, finally broke the tension. “Fuck! Why haven’t we ever done anything like that?” she asked, trying to pass it off as a joke.

Neither Kori nor Jenna was buying it, though. “Do you — do you want to do something like that?” asked Jenna, hoping against hope that Becka said yes.

After a thoughtful pause, Becka whispered her answer. “Yeah, I do.”

“Me too,” said Kori. With something completely new on their minds, the girls turned the movie off, and Jenna and Kori joined their friend on the bed.

There were a moment of awkward silence as the three inexperienced girls wondered what to do. Finally, Kori asked that very question. “Um, how do we start?” she said innocently.

Jenna was quick with an answer. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “Not too long ago, I found some lesbian porno magazines that my dad had, and I’ve been looking at them ever since I found them. I… I’ve kinda been hoping for something like this to happen. Anyway, since I’ve seen quite a bit of stuff, I think I can help us get started.”

The other girls gave her the green light, and Jenna quickly began giving out orders. “Let’s start with a kiss,” she suggested.

The three of them drew closer to each other. Soon, mouths shyly met, lips slid together, tongues founds tongues and the kissing quickly got hot.

Unable to help herself, Jenna reached over to her red-haired friend and began to rub her pussy.

Kori moaned at the invasion, then began doing the same thing to Becka’s shaved slit. Becka responded by reaching for Jenna, and soon the three girls had established a good rhythm as they massaged each other’s throbbing clits.

After a few minutes of this, Jenna was ready to take things even further. Breaking away from the kiss, she encouraged her friends to continue. They didn’t need to be told twice.

Jenna decided that she wanted to explore her friends’ breasts next, so she applied herself to the task, first Becka’s and then Kori’s. She hungrily tongued Kori’s nipples, then went back to Becka, kissing the underside of her tits.

All the while, though, her mind kept going back to Kori’s red pubic hair. Curiosity got the best of her, and Jenna convinced her friends to break their kiss. She instructed Kori to lie down on her back, and the younger girl obeyed.

Spreading her new lover’s legs wide, Jenna leaned forward until her face was mere inches from Kori’s pussy. The smell was intoxicating to the horny girl. She gingerly began to lick her friend’s slit up and down. Soon, her tongue made its first contact with the girl’s clit, and Kori let out a loud gasp.

Jenna stopped abruptly. “What’s wrong?” she inquired.

“Oh God, nothing, please don’t stop doing that!” Kori urged.

Jenna eagerly returned to her work, licking her friend’s clit and occasionally stopping to push her tongue deep into the girl’s vagina. Kori was massaging her tits as Jenna continued her oral assault.

Meanwhile, Becka had been watching this steamy show long enough. Seeing an opportunity to get involved, she crawled behind Jenna, who was positioned in such a way that her ass was in the air. Becka lay on her back and gently nudged Jenna’ legs farther apart until she could fit her head between them. She then pulled the girl’s crotch closer and closer to her face until her lips finally made contact with her friend’s cunt. Jenna moaned happily as she continued to go down on Kori.

Surprisingly, it was Jenna who reached her climax first, moaning loudly into Kori’s pussy. Kori wasn’t far behind; within seconds, she too was coming loudly.

Jenna rolled over onto her back and looked admiringly at Becka. “Thank you so much… that was fantastic!” she exclaimed.

“I think we should reward her,” said Kori, grinning wickedly.

Jenna agreed that this was a good idea and instructed Becka to stand in the middle of the room. Becka obliged, and was surprised when Jenna told Kori to kneel in front of their friend. Kori dropped to her knees in front of Becka, who opened her legs slightly, giving the younger girl better access to her soaking pussy. Kori began to explore her friend with her mouth, and she soon found the girl’s clit and began to suck it.

Jenna, meanwhile, had an idea. She arranged them so Becka was on her back in the floor and Kori was on top of her in a sixty-nine position. Jenna then pushed Becka’s legs into the air, exposing her beautiful ass. Recalling another picture she had seen, Jenna began probing Becka’s rosebud with her tongue.

The two sensations combined were overpowering for Becka, who soon began to moan, announcing her upcoming orgasm. Finally, ecstasy washed over her, and she lay limp on the floor.

Nearing another orgasm of her own, Kori climbed off her spent friend and approached Jenna; the couple kissed and quickly brought one another off with their fingers.

Looking at the clock, Becka realized it was nearly noon; her parents would surely be up to check on the girls soon.

The girls quickly showered, one after the other. Soon, they were dressed, and moments later Jenna’ mother pulled up outside. The girls reluctantly parted, promising to get together again soon.

If Kori had only known what was about to transpire at home, perhaps she would have been more excited about leaving.

Continue on to Chapter Three!

by Ebo

Rachel moved closer, kissed her deeply, then put her lips to Megan’s ear to whisper, “Tonight is your chance. All of those things you have been thinking about doing to a girl… Do them to me.”

Her heart racing, Megan thought about the videos she had seen. When she had finally admitted to herself that she was a lesbian, she had turned to the internet to see just what that meant. She had found a blog about how to please a woman. The publisher had been very thorough in her articles, including some very graphic how-to videos.

She had lain awake that night, wondering if she could do those things to another woman or to let another person do them to her. She had fallen asleep still thinking about it and had had the most vivid, erotic dream of her life. The details of the dream had faded as she came awake but she remembered feminine curves and frantic passion. The crotch of the thin panties she had worn to bed had been wet from her excitement.

It hadn’t taken long for her to start fantasizing about doing those things she had seen in the videos. Especially at night, right before bed, when she’d slip her hand into her panties and close her eyes. Thinking about pleasing another girl or woman with her hands and mouth would bring her to intense orgasms, leaving her a trembling mess of happy nerve endings.

She had already fulfilled one of those little fantasies tonight, had kissed a girl for the first time. Now, with her hand on Rachel’s breast, she was so nervous because she sensed it was going to be a night of many firsts.

Rachel must have felt Megan tense up at her words, because it sounded like she was smiling as she whispered, “Ah. So there is something.”

Swallowing hard, Megan asked, “How did you know I’ve been thinking about… things?”

“I was about your age when I started thinking about them,” Rachel said, smiling at Megan, “I was lucky enough to have a close friend who let me try those things with her.”

“Try them?” Megan parroted, her heart racing.

“She was my first,” Rachel said, a touch of wistfulness in her voice.

“Oh,” Megan said.

“She was a little older than me,” Rachel said, meeting Megan’s eyes, “taught me many things.”

Rachel’s is a little older than me, Megan thought, not missing the look in the girl’s eyes, and I’m sure she could teach me many things.

“Like what?” Megan found herself asking.

Rachel gave her a weighing look, then asked, “Do you really want to know?”

Megan started to answer, then realized there was more to the question. Rachel wasn’t asking if Megan wanted to know what her friend had taught her, but if Megan wanted to learn them herself. Megan had to admit the offer was intriguing. Rachel had already taught her a few things tonight and she didn’t see the harm in learning a little more.

Her voice was a little shaky as she said, “I think so.”

“You think so?” Rachel said, amused.

“Yeah?” Megan said.

“Was that a question?” Rachel teased.

“Yes,” Megan said, laughing, “teach me.”

“Well, if you insist,” Rachel said, moving closer. She put her arms around Megan’s neck and kissed her deeply.

Megan’s toes curled and she didn’t want the kiss to end. She melted against Rachel, her arms going around the girl. It was all instinct, since she had no idea what she was doing. Still, it felt right. With a mind of their own, Megan’s hand explored Rachel’s back, then lower to test the firmness of her buttocks. She could barely believe her own boldness.

“Why don’t you lie down?” Rachel said, easing back from the kiss.

Megan looked down at the leaf covered, muddy ground, then said, “Really?”

Smiling, Rachel kissed her, said, “Use my dress.”

“It’s going to get muddy,” Megan said.

“That’s what a washing machine is for,” Rachel said, letting go of Megan. She went to her knees, stretched her dress out on the ground. Taking her hand, Rachel urged Megan to join her. Her heart beating a mile a minute, Megan sat on the dress. With a playful smile, Rachel put her hand on Megan’s shoulder and gently pushed her down. From her hands and knees, Rachel leaned in and kissed her

Megan’s breath caught in her throat when Rachel pressed her lips to the curve of her neck, then the slope of one of her breasts. She shivered as Rachel ran her tongue around her areola. Rachel trapped her nipple between her lips. Not ready for the intensity of the lovely sensation, Megan moaned in surprise. Rachel rolled her eyes up at Megan, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she continued to tease the pink nub of Megan’s nipple. Just when Megan didn’t think she could take much more, Rachel moved to her other breast.

Rachel’s lips pressed against the hollow of her rib cage, then lower on her stomach. Megan gasped as she realized what was happening. Her eyes wide, she watched as Rachel kissed her stomach, just above her belly button. Rachel hooked her fingers in the garter belt, pulling it down long enough to place another kiss where it had been. Letting the garter belt return to its place, Rachel put her hands on the insides of Megan’s thighs and gently spread them wide.

Feeling painfully revealed, Megan wanted to clamp her thighs closed, but Rachel’s hands were still on her legs, holding them open. She gasped as Rachel leaned in and pressed her lips to the crotch of her panties. She didn’t know why she was surprised; she had known where this was heading when Rachel urged her to her back on the ground. Still, knowing where it was going and having it suddenly get there were two different things, apparently. Feeling Rachel’s lips on her very intimate place was both exciting and frightening.

Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into, Megan thought, chewing on her lip as Rachel placed another kiss on her girlhood.

Rachel’s fingers hooked in one of leg holes of her panties, pulling it aside. Megan shivered as the cold air found her sensitive skin, then shivered again as Rachel’s hot tongue found her bud. The sudden rush of pleasure startled a nervous laugh from Megan and she put her hand over her mouth. Her laughter turned into a moan as the flick of Rachel’s tongue awoke her nerve endings.

“Do you like this?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah,” Megan said, chewing on her lip.

“If you do it lightly,” Rachel said, lightly caressing Megan’s bud with her tongue, “it tickles.”

“Yeah,” Megan said, squirming.

“A little more pressure,” Rachel said, once again showing Megan what she meant. The lovely pressure of her tongue made Megan’s moan thickly. Rachel kept it up a lot longer than it took to make her point, had Megan’s body going crazy under her attention.

Megan was a little frustrated when Rachel suddenly stopped. She met the girl’s eyes in the dark, saw her smiling playfully. Frustrated or not, that smile got her heart racing. She shivered as Rachel kissed the inside of her thigh, ran her tongue over the soft folds of her labia. It didn’t feel as good as what Rachel had just been doing to her but Megan thought Rachel was teaching her another lesson. By the time Rachel’s tongue found her bud again, she wanted it so much more.

A little tease to build the anticipation, Megan thought. As her hips began to move with a mind of their own, pushing her girlhood eagerly against Rachel’s mouth, she decided it was a good lesson to learn.

“Do you like this?” Rachel asked, her smile saying she already knew the answer to her question, “What I’m doing?”

“Yeah,” Megan said, a little embarrassed.

“So I shouldn’t stop?” Rachel teased.

“No,” Megan laughed.

“You know, if I keep doing this,” Rachel said, using her fingers to massage Megan’s bud, “it’ll be your turn next.”

“Um, I know,” Megan said.

“Should I stop?” Rachel asked, again.

Taking a deep breath, Megan said, “No.”

Rachel moved up to give Megan a breath-stealing kiss, then smiled and said, “I guess I better teach you everything I know, then.”

Laughing, Megan said, “I guess so.”

Rachel hooked her thumbs in Megan’s panties, removing them. She lowered her mouth back to Megan’s girlhood. The hot, wet caress of her tongue set Megan’s nerve endings to crying out for more and the roll of her hips pushed her pussy against Rachel’s mouth eagerly. Megan tried to pay attention to what Rachel was doing to her so she’d know what to do when it was her turn, but the pleasure washing through her young body made it hard to focus.

As another moan slipped from her slack mouth, Megan rolled her eyes in the direction of the party. She and Rachel had walked just past the reach of the fire’s light and the music was still blaring, but she really didn’t know how much privacy they had. Chewing on her lip, she tried to stifle her little noises of enjoyment, failing miserably. Rachel was making it impossible to keep quiet.

Megan hadn’t been sure that she was ready for this, for having sex with a high school girl, but she couldn’t deny her body’s response to the lovely things Rachel was doing to her. The heat of her excitement melted away her doubts, her nervousness. Any questions she had about her sexuality had been put to rest. This is what she wanted. More than that, she wanted Rachel.

She stopped worrying about the party, surrendering herself to the pleasure washing through her. She had no experience to use as a reference, but she thought Rachel was skilled with her mouth. The teenager was having no difficulty driving Megan’s young body crazy.

Megan’s eyes widened as she realized she was going to come. She had discovered the joys of masturbating a couple of years ago, recognized the build-up of tension in her body in anticipation of that explosion of pleasure. In the moonlight, Megan met Rachel’s eyes, saw the girl knew what she was doing to Megan, knew what was about to happen.

Even though she knew it was coming, her orgasm still startled a gasp from her. As intense a climax as she has ever had, it shook her to pieces and left her a trembling mess. It had never been like this before, never so good. Rachel kept the lovely sensations rolling through her with a lazy caress of her tongue, let her drift down slowly from her orgasm.

“Oh my God,” Megan managed to say, still trying to catch her breath.

Laughing, Rachel crawled up to kiss her, a deep lingering one that made Megan’s toes curl all over, again. Megan kissed the girl back eagerly, a little surprised by how quickly she was taking to it. She had just received her first kiss minutes ago, but already the hesitation was gone. She just felt comfortable kissing Rachel, even though they had just met. There seemed to be a connection between them.

Or maybe I’m just drunk and horny, Megan thought.

Rachel pulled back from the kiss, said, “Trade spots with me.”

Her heart started beating faster as Megan moved so Rachel could stretch out on her back. Looking down at the lovely high school girl, Megan wondered what it was going to be like doing those things Rachel had done to her to the girl in return. Again, she thought about those instructional videos she had seen and how she had wondered if she could ever do those things to another person. She knew the answer to that question now. With a deep breath to bolster her courage, Megan moved between Rachel’s legs.

The author of the blog had talked about foreplay, about letting her touch and her kisses turn her partner on before they moved onto the more naughty fun. Megan thought about how excited Rachel had made her before moving lower and she thought the author was probably right.

On her hands and knees, she leaned in to kiss Rachel’s neck, her collarbone. She heard Rachel sigh and it emboldened her. Megan got a thrill up her spine as she placed her lips on the slope of one of Rachel’s breasts. It was the same tingle of excitement she always got when she was doing something she wasn’t allowed to do. She definitely shouldn’t be doing this.

Trapping the nub of Rachel’s nipple with her lips, Megan teased it until Rachel’s back arched off the ground. The moans that dripped from Rachel’s slack mouth encouraged her. She ran her tongue around the pebbled areola, making Rachel shiver with excitement. Rachel’s hand slipped onto the back of Megan’s head, holding her there. Getting the message, Megan didn’t let up until the girl had had enough. Only then did she move lower.

Megan’s breathing had quickened and her pulse had raced as Rachel had kissed her way down her stomach and Megan had to smile when she heard Rachel’s breathing change. Megan had succeeded in turning the girl on, the butterfly kisses she was leaving on Rachel’s stomach exciting her.

Rachel lifted her backside off the ground and Megan hooked her fingers in the panties she wore. Her hands were shaking some as she removed the underwear, running it down Rachel’s long legs and off. Setting them aside, she looked at the girl. There was just enough light from the moon above to reveal the soft folds of her labia, the hood of her clitoris just peeking through. She took a deep breath and ran her hands up Rachel’s thighs. She had to bite back a nervous giggle as she moved her hand onto Rachel’s pussy.

God, she’s wet, Megan thought, her fingers teasing a moan from Rachel. The girl’s body moved against her hand eagerly, encouragingly. Before she could chicken out, Megan placed a kiss on the girl’s bud. That first brush of her lips in a very intimate place was the worst of it and she realized it wasn’t much different than the rest of Rachel she had kissed tonight. It was taboo and exciting but not unpleasant.

Relaxing, she ran her tongue across Rachel’s bud, tasting the salt on her skin. She heard Rachel moan and Megan had to hold in another nervous giggle. That moan was because of her, because of what she was doing to Rachel. She was going down on another girl, something she had only fantasized about doing at night when she was pleasuring herself. One thing she hadn’t expected about this experience was the way Rachel’s moans and sighs of enjoyment made her feel. Her little fantasies hadn’t accounted for how sexy it was to make another girl feel this good.

She might be as turned on as Rachel was. Rachel’s back suddenly arched and her fingers dug into the earth as Megan gently sucked on her hood. Smiling, Megan thought, Well, maybe not quite as turned on as Rachel.

Rachel’s hand returned to the back of Megan’s head and it made Megan smile. She must be doing something right because Rachel didn’t want her to stop. The hand on her head wasn’t necessary; Megan didn’t want to stop until she had returned the favor from her orgasm earlier. It had been a night of many firsts and she wanted to add making Rachel come to that list.

Her cheeks were wet and her jaw was beginning to hurt but Megan heard something new enter Rachel’s little cries of enjoyment. She looked up and saw the look in Rachel’s eyes. Her heart beating faster, Megan thought the girl was close. Rachel’s eyes held hers, and she couldn’t look away as the girl started to lose control. In that shared intimacy, she saw Rachel’s climax in her eyes even before she felt the girl’s body go crazy against her mouth.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she moved up Rachel’s supine body to give her a kiss. She giggled as the girl pulled her down atop of her, wrapping her arms and legs around her. When Megan pulled back from the kiss, Rachel was smiling at her.

“I must be an amazing teacher,” Rachel said, sighing happily.

Grinning, Megan said, “I take it I did okay.”

“More than okay,” Rachel said, kissing her. In a move that startled a giggle from Megan, Rachel rolled them over.

On her back in the leaves and mud, Megan looked up at the girl expectantly. Rachel gave her one more lingering kiss before getting to her knees. Megan propped up on her elbows, curious what the girl was up to. Nudging her legs open, Rachel moved between them and straddled one of Megan’s hips. With her hand on Megan’s knee, Rachel lifted her stocking clad leg up until it rested on her shoulder. Megan frowned, wondering what Rachel intended.

It wasn’t until Rachel lowered her body weight onto Megan and their bodies molded together that it sank in. Her eyes wide, Megan looked at the very intimate joining of their bodies. Megan met Rachel’s eyes and the girl just smiled and rolled her hips back and forth. Megan gasped at the lovely pressure and friction on her bud as their bodies ground together.

Laughing at Megan’s reaction, Rachel leaned in and kissed her, said, “You didn’t know about this, then?”

“No,” Megan sighed.

“Ah, then you are in for a treat,” Rachel said, then laughed, “Um, no Halloween pun intended.”

“Are we… doing it?” Megan asked.

“It’s called tribbing,” Rachel said, nodding, “but yeah.”

“Tribbing,” Megan said, remembering seeing a video with that name on the blog she had found. She hadn’t clicked on the link. Now, she really didn’t know what to expect.

The feel of Rachel’s body rubbing against hers was lovely, each meeting of their pussies sending a ripple of pleasure through her young body. The roll of Rachel’s hips started out slow, but her pace increased with her excitement. The teenager hugged Megan’s leg close, used it as leverage to really grind against Megan. Those ripples of pleasure came faster and faster, each one more intense than the one before it.

Rachel put her arm around Megan’s neck and rolled them, so Megan was on top. They were getting further and further away from their clothes, something Megan was vaguely aware of as Rachel helped her into position. She felt Rachel’s labia mash against hers as their bodies molded together again. Rachel had her hand Megan’s buttock, urging her to push her hips back and forth. With a little practice, Megan found a rhythm that had both of them moaning.

The night air was still chilly but she didn’t notice anymore. The world receded until it was just the two of them in their throes of passion. Megan lost herself in her own pleasure and that of Rachel. She kept her hips moving, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Rachel met her with every thrust of her hips, their bodies moving with harmonious grace.

Megan found that place, a sort of plateau where her body couldn’t go any further, and she was ready to come. In the dark, she met Rachel’s eyes, and the girl nodded. It was the look in Rachel’s eyes that finally pushed her all the way into ecstasy and she cried out as she climaxed. Her cry wasn’t the only one to break the stillness of the night, Rachel coming only a heartbeat behind her. Even through the cloud of pleasure in her brain and body, Megan felt Rachel shaking beneath her.

Out of breath and trembling all over, Megan flopped on her side next Rachel. She smiled when Rachel pulled her close. Putting her head on Rachel’s breast, she listened to the girl’s heartbeat as it began to slow back to normal. She snuggled tighter against the girl as the cold night air, temporarily forgotten, made its presence known, again.

“Holy shit, Harley,” Rachel said, laughing.

Megan frowned at the name ‘Harley’ then remembered it was what she had told Rachel her name was. Blushing, she regretted not telling Rachel her real name. It would have been nice to hear Rachel say ‘Megan’ in that sexy tone like she had said ‘Harley’.

Should I tell her my real name? Megan wondered, chewing on her lip, I’m sure she’ll understand why I didn’t before.

Megan started to, then changed her mind. She reminded herself why she had worn the mask in the first place, which was to hide her true identity. Thinking about the mask, she wondered what Rachel would think of her without it. Would she be upset she had been tricked into sleeping with a thirteen-year-old girl? Would she still think Megan was beautiful if she could see her face?

Her insecurities reared their ugly head and she was glad Rachel didn’t know her name or what she looked like. Tomorrow, she’d fade back into mediocrity and Rachel would never know it was her if they passed each other on the street. That thought made her both sad and relieved.

Easing out of Rachel’s arms, she said, “Maybe we should go back.”

Rachel looked at her a long moment, then asked, “You aren’t having regrets about what we did, are you?”

“No,” Megan said, smiling at her. It was the truth. This wasn’t how she imagined her first time would be, but it was still pretty amazing. More than that, Rachel had been amazing- a patient teacher and a capable lover who had shown Megan the joys of being with another girl.

“Good,” Rachel said, kissing her, “let’s go back, then. I’m freezing.”

As she got dressed, she kept looking at Rachel. There was enough moonlight that she could make out the girl’s lovely body. Part of her wished they weren’t getting dressed. Rachel must have felt her eyes on her, because she looked up and smiled at Megan. Coming closer, she wrapped her arms around Megan’s neck and kissed her deeply.

“You better stop that,” Megan husked, trying to catch her breath, “I… We need to get back.”

Pouting, Rachel said, “You’re no fun.”

“Rachel, I… thank you,” Megan said, shyly.

“For what?” Rachel asked.

“I guess for being patient with me,” Megan said, shyly.

“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” Rachel said, kissing her again. “You were amazing.”

“Yeah?” Megan asked. Meeting the girl’s eyes, Megan thought she meant it. She was surprised how much the girl’s approval meant to her.

With a sexy smile, Rachel said, “I’m still waiting for my toes to uncurl.”

Pleased, Megan kissed her.

“We better get back. Your friend has probably noticed you’re missing,” Rachel said, slipping out of Megan’s arms.

They finished getting dressed, then started walking back toward the party. Rachel caught Megan’s arm just outside the fire’s reach. Raising her eyebrows, Megan gave the girl a curious look.

“Um… I liked being with you,” Rachel said, rubbing the back of her neck.

“I liked it, too,” Megan said, truthfully.

“I have to admit, I’m curious about the girl behind the mask,” Rachel said, digging in her purse.

“Curious?” Megan asked.

There was suddenly light, Rachel producing a small flashlight from her purse. Pointing it at the ground, Rachel said, “Do you think… I could see you without your mask?”

Her heart racing, Megan said, “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”

“I know you’re too young to be at this party,” Rachel said, smiling at her.

“You do?” Megan said, surprised.

“Can I see if you are as beautiful as I think?” Rachel asked.

“Um, I…” Megan said, hesitating. She knew it was a bad idea, but the way Rachel said she was beautiful made her want to take the mask off. She wanted to be beautiful to the girl. Just how much surprised her.

“Please?” Rachel asked.

With a nervous laugh, Megan nodded. Biting her lip, she pulled the mask up, waited to see if she met Rachel’s expectations. As the flashlight slowly turned up and the light fell on her bare face, Megan really hoped the girl liked her.

Rachel gasped, “What the fuck — Megan?!”

It was Megan’s turn to gasp as she recognized that tone of voice. Only, she shouldn’t be hearing it now. Her heart sank as she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I thought I said you couldn’t go to this party,” her stepmother said. The southern accent was gone, now, and Megan recognized her voice.

Megan looked closer, and she could see her stepmother’s face under the face paint. Now that she could see it, she didn’t know how she could have missed it before.

Her face grew hot as the reality of what she just did sank in. She’d had sex with her stepmother. Megan watched as the woman put a hand to her mouth as the same realization dawned on her, too.

“Well, this is awkward,” Megan said.

A startled laugh escaped her stepmother, and she said, “That’s one word for it.”

Remembering the party, Megan pushed the light away from her face and lowered her mask back into place. Looking at her stepmother through the eye holes, she said, “Um, what now?”

“Now…” her stepmother said, then sighed, “I — I guess we have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah,” Megan said, laughing, “Am I grounded?”

“Oh, yeah. Sneaking out to parties, sleeping with older women,” Nicole said.

“In my defense, I thought you were just an older girl, not a woman,” Megan said, then squirmed when Nicole gave her a look, “I’m just putting that out there.”

“Duly noted,” Nicole said.

“Speaking of which,” Megan said, frowning, “what are you doing here? This is a party for high school kids.”

Megan couldn’t tell through the makeup, but she thought her stepmother was blushing. Looking away in embarrassment, Nicole said, “I… well… that’s complicated.”

Her eyes widening, Megan said, “Oh my God!”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Nicole said, “Fine. I’m attracted to… younger girls. I came to the party hoping to get lucky.”

Her own cheeks red, Megan thought, And I guess she did… with me.

Still frowning, Megan asked, “But, how did you know about the party in the first place? The seniors keep its location pretty hush-hush.”

“Um, I was invited,” Nicole said, then laughed when Megan gave her a look, “I was.”

“Who invited you?” Megan asked.

“Her name is Susan,” Nicole said, with a nervous laugh, “she’s a junior.”

“Are you… I mean… well, you know what I mean?” Megan asked, seeing her stepmother squirm, “wow! Really?”

Sighing, Nicole said, “Your father has been in prison for three years now, and he’s not getting out anytime soon. I — I have needs, like everyone else.”

“Oh,” Megan said, never really thinking about her stepmother’s sex life. Or lack of one, in this case. Her father being in prison was hard on everyone, she guessed.

A little sheepishly, her stepmother said, “I think Susan and I are over, though. She stood me up tonight.”

Grinning, Megan asked, “Is that why you picked me up?”

The woman rubbed the back of her neck and laughed, “Um, yeah… well, that and you looked really hot in your costume… This is my costume, isn’t it?”

Megan cringed, said, “Yeah.”

“Thought so,” Nicole said.

Something her stepmother said sank in and Megan asked, “You thought I looked hot in this costume?”

“Before I knew it was you,” Nicole said, then shook her head and laughed, “what a messed up night, right?”

Megan looked at her stepmother a long moment, decided neither one of them was freaked out enough about what had happened. She didn’t know how Nicole felt, but Megan realized she wasn’t all that upset about it.

Her beating a little faster, Megan said, “I don’t know… I’ve had worse.”

“Yeah?” Nicole asked, meeting Megan’s eyes. Seeing Megan meant it, the woman relaxed some.

“I thought you were hot in your costume before I knew it was you, too,” Megan said, then summoning her courage, “Still think you’re kind of hot.”

“I — well,” her stepmother said, flustered. Laughing, she met Megan’s eyes. She just looked at her stepdaughter for a second, then favored her with a sheepish smile. “If we are being completely honest, I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

“Oh,” Megan said, caught off guard.

“Too much honesty?” Her stepmother asked.

“Just a lot to process,” Megan said, her heart a little goofy in her breast, “I think you are beautiful, too.”

“Oh, God,” Nicole said, taking a deep breath. Letting it out in a sigh, she said, “Um, I’m going to go home. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night. You can stay, if you want.”

“Really?” Megan said, glancing at the party, “You are letting me stay?”

Laughing, Nicole said, “Might as well have some fun before you get grounded.”

“I… tThanks, I think,” Megan said, surprised.

“Just do me a favor,” Nicole said, meeting Megan’s eyes, “don’t get into too much trouble.”

“I’ll try,” Megan said, playfully.

“Don’t make me regret letting you stay,” Nicole said, putting her hand on Megan’s arm, “be safe.”

“I will,” Megan said, smiling warmly at the woman.

She hadn’t wanted to like Nicole when her father started dating her, had set out to dislike any woman after he left her mother. Nicole hadn’t seemed to mind Megan’s icy demeanor, didn’t try too hard to win her over. The woman made it clear early on that she wasn’t trying to be Megan’s mom. She was happy just to be Nicole’s friend.

Surprisingly, Megan found herself loving the woman almost as much as her father did. She wasn’t exactly sure when she first started having genuine affection for the Nicole; she just sort of realized she loved the woman one day. The first time she called Nicole ‘Mom’, the woman cried and hugged her tightly. It was then that Megan realized the woman loved her, too.

Their stepmother-daughter relationship became more formal when Megan’s father was indicted on two counts of vehicular manslaughter and sentenced to ten years in prison. With Megan’s father in prison, Nicole has had to step into the role of Megan’s guardian. Nicole has never complained, but Megan figured it had to be a bummer getting stuck with a step-kid while your new husband was away in prison. Megan tried to give the woman as little grief as possible and tried to help out around the house as much as she could.

Nicole looked like she wanted to say something else, then changed her mind. Turning to walk away, she said, “I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Okay,” Megan said, then added, “I love you.”

Turning back, Nicole said, “I love you too, sweetie. Have fun.”

Then her stepmother was gone, and Megan was left to wonder what would happen when she got home. She had just slept with her stepmother and the fact that she wasn’t all that freaked out about it worried her. She could still feel the woman’s body moving against her own, could smell Nicole’s perfume on her skin. Even after Megan’s mask was pulled back and her identity revealed, there had still been a glimmer of desire in her stepmother’s eyes. Megan hadn’t been lying when she admitted she thought Nicole was beautiful. She’d always thought so, and after what happened tonight…

“Shit,” Megan said, rubbing the back of her neck.

Walking back to the party, she wondered if Nicole was having thoughts like the ones going in her mind. Like maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if there was a repeat of what happened tonight. Megan’s cheeks were flushed as she thought about sleeping with Nicole again. She’d be lying if she said the idea didn’t appeal to her, at least a little bit.

“Shit,” Megan said, again. She made a beeline for the drink table, suddenly needing something for her nerves.

“There you are,” Casey said, coming up beside her.

“Hey,” Megan said, smiling at her friend.

“Blake was looking for you,” Casey said, a mischievous grin on her face, “I told him you found another dance partner.”

“I — What do you mean?” Megan said, sounding guilty as hell to her own ears.

Must have sounded guilty to Casey’s ears, too because her smile widened. Her eyes were shining as she moved closer, said in just loud enough so no one but Megan could hear her, “Oh my God. I was right! So who is she?”

“No, I…” Megan said, then realized her friend wasn’t buying it. More than that, she didn’t seem all that surprised. Sighing, Megan said, “She’s… her name is Rachel.”

She didn’t want to explain to Casey how she ended up sleeping with her stepmother, so she just told the girl the fake name Nicole had given her.

“Did you two make out?” Casey asked, then started laughing when Megan blushed, “You did!”

“Shh,” Megan said, looking around.

“Sorry,” Casey said, moving closer, “so what are we talking here? First base? Second?”

Megan looked at the girl for a long moment, then said, “You don’t seem… I don’t know… surprised, I guess.”

“That you’re into girls?” Casey asked, then shrugged, “I’ve been getting the feeling lately, then I saw you and Rachel sneak off and I knew.”

“Huh,” Megan said, her stomach sinking.

“Relax,” Casey said, putting her arm around Megan’s shoulder, “You are my best friend. That’s how I noticed. I doubt anyone else has figured it out, yet.”

With a sigh of relief, Megan said, “Good. I — I don’t think I’m ready to tell anyone. To be honest, I’m a little freaked out, you know.”

Laughing, Casey said, “You should have thought about that before sneaking off to make out with some high school girl.”

“I didn’t think you would notice,” Megan said, smiling at the girl, “you seemed distracted by that boy you were dancing with.”

“I did notice, though,” Casey said, then gave her a look, “you dodged my question earlier. How far did you go?”

Megan looked away, her face on fire. When she glanced back, she saw Casey’s eyes get wide and her face got even hotter.

“Seriously?” Casey asked, laughing.

Shrugging, Megan said, “It just sort of… happened.”

“You slut,” Casey said, playfully.

“Hey,” Megan said, giving the girl a dirty look.

“Told you you were going to get some attention in that costume,” Casey said, winking at Megan, “danced with the captain of the football team, slept with a high school girl… Not too shabby for your first party.”

Not too shabby, indeed, Megan thought, then with an inward groan, too bad Nicole is going to ground me forever and this is the only party I’ll ever get to go to.

*****

Coming up the sidewalk to her house, Megan saw lights on in the living room. She glanced at the tree in the yard, weighing the option of just climbing in her window. She had ignored her own advice, had drunk four of the red cups full of punch, so climbing anything but the steps didn’t seem safe. Sighing, she headed up the walkway.

On the front porch, she hesitated. After the crazy events of the night, she really didn’t know what to expect when she walked through the door. It could run the gambit from an angry tirade about sneaking out to another bout of lovemaking.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. Her stepmother was sitting on the couch, looked up when Megan stepped inside. She had a glass of wine in her hand and a bottle on the table in front of her. Fresh from a shower, she had her robe on and her legs tucked up under her. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her face scrubbed of paint. Forgoing her contacts, Nicole wore her glasses.

God, she looks good like that, Megan thought, forcing her eyes away.

“Have a seat,” Nicole said.

Megan closed the door and walked over to the armchair adjacent to where Nicole sat. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and looked at the woman expectantly. Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out what came next.

“Did you have fun?” Nicole asked, sipping her wine.

“Yeah,” Megan said, her heart beating a little faster.

“Good,” Nicole said, then sighed, “I’m pretty sure I’m required to ground you now.”

Laughing, Megan said, “Probably.”

“Let’s do… a week, then,” Nicole said.

“A week?” Megan parroted, surprised.

“Not enough?” Nicole asked, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“No, no. A week is plenty,” Megan said, in a hurry.

“Good,” Nicole said, laughing.

Megan looked at her stepmother for a long moment, thought even dressed down like this the woman looked incredibly sexy. Her face hot, Megan looked away before Nicole could notice. When she glanced back, she saw the woman playing with the collar of her robe nervously, which only made Megan’s heart beat faster.

“Um, about what happened…” Nicole said, her voice a little shaky, “when we… are you okay with what we did?”

Laughing, Megan said, “I don’t know… I was fine with it right up until I realized it was you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Nicole said.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Megan said, blushing, “I don’t even regret it happened… I — I just don’t know what happens now.”

“Yeah, now…” her stepmother said, laughing, “That’s the big question, isn’t it?”

“I mean, do we just laugh it off,” Megan said, meeting her stepmother’s eyes, “chalk it up as a comic misadventure?”

“It does have a certain twisted humor about it,” Nicole said, laughing and shaking her head. Sobering up some, she said, “Do you think that’s all it should be? Just a story to remember and laugh about?”

“No,” Megan said, blushing. Looking down at her hands, she said, “It was my first time.”

“I know, sweetie,” Nicole said.

“I think it was a pretty cool first time,” Megan said, glancing at Nicole shyly.

Smiling warmly at her, Nicole said, “I’m glad you think so. I thought it was pretty amazing, too.”

Nodding, Megan got to her feet, the alcohol and the heels making her a little unsteady on her feet. Her stepmother laughed, gave her a knowing look. Megan shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile, said, “I’m going to grab a shower, then go to bed.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Nicole said, smiling at her.

Megan headed for the stairs, paused at the bottom to ask, “Do you want to join me?”

Her stepmother inhaled sharply, her eyes widening. A slow smile spread on her face as she asked, “Just like that, huh?”

Laughing, Megan asked, “Too forward?”

The End

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The girl struggled with the night’s events until it was time to leave for school. Thanking her lucky stars it was Friday, at least, Kori grabbed her jacket, checked her long, dark hair in the mirror and headed for her sister’s car. At least I have the whole weekend to make some kind of sense out of this.

In the car, Kori unwillingly continued her inner battle until she was brought back to the here and now by her sixteen-year-old sister, Suzy.

“You’re awful quiet this morning,” said the cute older girl, without much concern in her voice.

“Yeah, guess I’m just tired,” muttered Kori.

That was the end of the conversation in the car; Kori tried to prepare her mind for school, and Suzy told herself over and over how embarrassing it was to have to drop off her seventh-grade sister at the junior high school; after all, she was now in the 11th grade.

Suzy stopped the car at the door and said shortly, “Well, see ya later.” Kori stepped out and trudged inside, not even bothering to thank her big sister for the ride.

She was a little early for school, so she searched out her two best friends. Becka and Jenna were both eighth-graders. Jenna was known among her friends as a quiet, innocent type; she’d only recently experienced her first kiss. Becka was totally different; earlier in the year, she had dated a high school freshman, and it was said that she was no longer a virgin, a rumor she would neither confirm nor deny. Becka’s the one I need to talk to, she assured herself.

She had the opportunity when Jenna excused herself to the restroom. Grabbing Becka’s arm, Kori led her to a nearby stairwell, where she said, “I need to talk to you.”

Trying to keep herself from crying, Kori spilled the whole story about what had happened on the previous night.

Becka only said, “You mean, you’ve never touched yourself before?”

When Kori shook her head, the older girl chuckled and tried to explain to her that it was okay. With only a few minutes to spare, Becka tried to explain the concept of masturbation to her fascinated friend — but before she could make any real headway, it was time for class.

“We’ll talk after school,” Becka called over her shoulder as she disappeared into a classroom.

Kori had trouble concentrating during her first three classes. She thought about what Becka had told her: that masturbating was kind of like having sex with yourself, it wasn’t a sin, and almost everybody did it. It was just enough information to leave Kori brimming over with curiosity, dying to know more.

At lunch, she made a beeline for the table where she always ate with her friends, only to be informed by Jenna that Becka had gone home sick. Kori fumed about it, though there wasn’t anything she could do but wait. Needless to say, the prospect of a whole weekend of unanswered questions had the girl bristling with frustration.

After struggling through the rest of the day, Kori made her way home from school. She had to walk, because big sister Suzy had cheerleader practice that day — but it wasn’t very far anyhow, and Kori appreciated the chance to be on her own with her thoughts for awhile.

Once home, Kori’s mother Sandra called out, “Hey, hon — Jenna just called, she wants you to phone her back.”

Racing up to her room, Kori chucked her backpack into a corner, kicked off her shoes, then flopped down on the bed before picking up her phone to dial up Jenna.

“Hey, you. Wanna sleep over tonight?” Jenna inquired after she answered. Kori checked with her mother, got her permission and told her friend that she would love to. She quickly packed an overnight bag  — shorts, clean undies, t-shirt, toothbrush and a few PlayStation games — took her bike out of the garage and quickly pedaled her way to Jenna’s house.

The evening did help take Kori’s mind off her problem. She and her friend played games, ate pizza and watched movies; typical sleepover stuff. They slept until nearly noon, when Jenna’s mother woke Kori up. She informed the girl that her parents had gone out to dinner in a nearby town and that Suzy was gone to the mall with some friends. Jenna’s mother was getting ready to leave for the store, so Kori dressed, said a quick goodbye to Jenna and caught a ride home.

When they pulled into the driveway, Kori was puzzled to see Suzy’s car there. Her sister usually drove when she went anywhere with friends, because she had the nicest car. Shrugging it off, the girl unlocked the front door and carried her bag into her house.

She was met with a strange sound; she couldn’t put her finger on what it might be, but quickly realized that it was coming from the other end of the house, where hers and Suzy’s bedrooms were.

Tiptoeing down the hall, Kori saw a faint light coming from her sister’s room on the left. Peeping inside, the girl noticed that the curtains were closed tightly, making the TV the only light in the room. She then noticed the image on the television, and was shocked to see a man and woman having very energetic sex.

Kori’s only sexual know-how had come from sixth grade sex education, but she knew right away what the two lovers were doing. The man’s erect penis was sliding in and out of the woman’s vagina, and both were panting hard as they coupled.

Finally, Kori noticed a figure, stretched out on the bed. It was Suzy; she was lying naked on her belly at the foot of the bed — luckily facing away, so she couldn’t see Kori in the doorway. All of her clothes were on the floor, and her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Suzy had her knees tucked underneath, causing her bottom to stick out as if she was presenting it to a partner. Kori could see her sister’s hand working away between her legs; every so often, Suzy would switch hands and suck the fingers that had just been touching her pussy.

After only a few seconds of watching this, the younger girl felt the same tingling between her legs that had taunted her earlier in the week. Common sense prevailed, however, and she determined that this would be her means of learning how to masturbate.

Before long, however, her watch-and-learn mentality gave way to an unbearable desire try it out, right then and there. She silently slipped a hand into the waist of her jeans and found her young slit, surprised at how wet it was. Kori gently toyed with her pussy as her sexy older sister fucked herself to the movie on the television.

Soon, Suzy began to moan. The moans grew louder and louder until they became a long scream. Finally, the older girl relaxed and licked her hand clean one last time before reaching for the remote control that lay beside her.

Sizing up the situation, Kori reluctantly withdrew her hand from her jeans, tiptoed back down the hallway and quietly slipped out of the house. Locking the door behind her, she rang the doorbell.

After a few moments, Suzy appeared at the door. “Where’s your key?” she demanded.

“I think I left it in my room,” answered the younger girl. “Hey, I thought you were going to the mall.”

Suzy struggled to think of a cover story. “Uh, I am. I just got up and I was getting ready to go take a shower.”

“Okay, then.” Kori walked past her sister, smiling as she retreated to her room.

Soon, Suzy left. Kori waited a few minutes to make sure she wasn’t coming back for anything, then she headed for Suzy’s room, hoping against hope that the movie was still there. After a little searching, she found it, behind some books on her sister’s bookshelf. Quickly removing all her clothes, Kori popped the video cassette in and settled down on Suzy’s bed.

As the first scene began, a woman was dancing in front two men, occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal her naked pussy to them. Kori spread her legs and examined her own womanhood. She knew that dark hair was beginning to grow there, just like the woman in the movie.

When the two men started fucking the woman, Kori positioned herself on the bed just as she had seen her sister do. This, however, was uncomfortable for her, so she turned around and lay on her back with her legs wide open. She began to mimic her sister’s hand movements, until that scene ended and a new one began.

This one featured two women masturbating while a third woman sucked a guy’s dick. Kori began to do exactly what the two women did, and before long she had a nice rhythm going as she caressed her throbbing clit. After a few moments, her hand began to move faster and faster until she felt an incredible new feeling welling up inside her body.

Suddenly a rush of pleasure overwhelmed her, and Kori heard a cry come from her mouth that was very similar to the sound her sister had made earlier. The feeling seemed to go on forever, but finally she came back down to the ground, dazed, sweaty and very satisfied.

*****

At the breakfast table on Monday morning, young Kori could hardly believe how much had changed since this same time the previous Friday. After feeling so certain that her weekend would be ruined by her struggle with the desire to touch herself, everything was suddenly and unexpectedly different.

First, her friend Becka, a year and a half (and one grade) older, had briefly explained masturbation to the curious seventh-grader. Then she had received the best education imaginable, by coming home and spying on her sixteen-year-old sister Suzy and she masturbated to a porn flick. After learning all she could from her older sister, Kori seized the opportunity to watch the movie after Suzy left, and fingered herself to a lovely orgasm, her very first.

All weekend long, over and over, Kori explored this new pleasure — in her bedroom, in the bathtub. She even got bold on Sunday morning while her parents were at church and fingered herself to a satisfying orgasm in their room!

I got off at least seven times this weekend, the young girl thought. All traces of her previous inhibitions about masturbation were long gone, and Kori had only one goal for school that day: to tell Becka that she had finally done it, taught herself how to come.

As Kori made her way to her locker that morning, she realized she wasn’t going to have to search her friend out to share the news; Becka was already looking for her. When their eyes met, Becka ran over to her. “Oh, Kori, I’m so sorry. I hate that I left you hanging like that,” she said apologetically.

Kori smiled and said, “It’s okay; I figured it out myself!”

Becka’s eyes lit up and her mouth displayed a wide smile as she said, “Really? Oh, wow! That’s great!”

“What’s great?” interrupted their other friend Jenna, who had just found the girls.

“Uh… nothing, really,” said Becka. “Kori was just telling me about something that happened on TV this weekend.”

Jenna looked confused for a moment before saying, “Oh,” and excusing herself for class. Kori thought seriously about telling Becka the rest of the story, about her big sister Suzy and the porn movie, but decided against it.

School was a breeze that day. When the bell rung, Kori grabbed her backpack, said a quick goodbye to her friends and disappeared out the door. Sure enough, Suzy was waiting for her — impatiently, as always.

When they arrived at the house, Kori said, “Y’know, I kinda feel like taking a bath.”

Suzy gave her younger sister a funny look. “In the afternoon? Whatever.” With that, she went into her bedroom.

Kori grabbed some clean clothes before heading off to the bath. There, with the door locked, she undressed as she turned the faucet of the tub on. Once it was full, the girl eased into the steamy water and settled back, letting her thoughts wander. She made it a point to wash her hair and body before she got carried away. After those chores were done, it was time to relax.

Kori sat back and began to caress her budding breasts. She imagined herself masturbating in other, riskier places. She thought of touching herself in the bathroom at school, and in the garage. She pictured herself, jeans and panties around her ankles, sitting on the steps and bringing herself to an orgasm in the basement. As her arousal grew, Kori began to focus her attention on her pussy. Spreading the labia, she found her clit, which was already throbbing with excitement. The girl began to tease the tiny organ.

Before she could get too far, Kori was interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door. “It’s Becka on the phone,” said her sister. “You wanna come out and take it?”

“Can you bring me the cordless?” asked Kori.

Moments later, an annoyed Suzy opened the bathroom door, the phone in her hand. “Here, your Majesty.”

As she walked toward the bathtub, Kori desperately hoped it wasn’t obvious what she had been doing, but her red face and stiff nipples were a definite giveaway. Suzy didn’t seem so irritated now, and she was definitely checking out her younger sister’s nudity as she handed Kori the phone. Then the older girl slowly left the bathroom, turning to take one last look before closing the door behind her.

What’s she so interested in? Kori wondered, feeling somewhat embarrassed at Suzy’s perusal. Bet she knows what I was up to, damn it.

She brought the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” came the voice on the other end.

“Sorry. I was just taking a bath,” said Kori.

Becka giggled and said, “Yeah, I’ll bet you were just taking a bath.”

“Stop that!” Kori said, trying to sound angry. Both girls broke into giggles and then silence.

“I just can’t believe that you never did it before,” said the older friend. “I started when I was eleven.”

Kori thought for a second before responding, “Yeah, but you don’t have the same kind of parents I do. They’re way more uptight.”

Becka admitted this was true. They engaged in idle chat for the next few minutes. Then, with Kori in the middle of a story about school, Becka accidentally yelped.

“What was that? Are you okay?” inquired the concerned younger girl.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” stammered Becka. Kori pressed her friend to tell her what was wrong, until the older girl finally gave in and said, “Okay, I was playing with myself. Are you happy now?”

Kori didn’t know what to say. She certainly hadn’t expected that, although she had been doing the same thing the entire time they had been talking. Almost without thinking, she replied, “Me too.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” said Becka, and the phone fell silent again, as both girls concentrated on their pussies.

Breaking the silence, Kori innocently inquired, “Where are you?”

Becka answered, “No one’s here, so I’m in the living room on the love seat. All I’ve got on is a t-shirt, and that’s pushed all the way up to my neck.” She laughed. “Good think no one is around… you can see everything I’ve got!”

Becka’s mind conjured an image of her friend loving herself in the bath, an image that sent a thrill through her. This was very unusual; she’d never thought about another girl in that way before, but the feeling it gave her was too good to pass up. She let the image run free in her mind as her hand picked up the pace.

Meanwhile, Kori was facing the same issue in her bathtub. She imagined Becka, the way the girl had just described herself, and the mental picture brought a whole new level of desire to the eager young teen. She, too, began to finger herself faster as she pictured her friend doing likewise in her living room. She’d never seen Becka naked before, so she was forced to conjure up an image of how her friend might look without her clothes.

Kori tried to picture Becka’s soaking pussy, imagining a tuft of dark blonde hair. Each girl imagined what the other was doing, and pretty soon, there were stifled moans on both ends of the phone.

As silence fell again, Becka thought she would break the ice this time. “Wow, I never did anything like that before,” she said, kicking herself for saying something so lame.

Kori was still coming down from her climax; finally she gathered herself and said, “Me neither.”

Becka brought up something about school, thinking that her friend may be a bit uncomfortable by this point. The two talked for a few minutes, then Becka said, “Hey, you wanna come over and watch TV tonight?”

Kori replied, “Sure! But I don’t think Mom and Dad will let me stay.”

“That’s okay,” said Becka. The girls set a time and said goodbye.

When her parents returned, Kori convinced her mom to let her go over to Becka’s, promising to be home by 10 PM.

When she reached her friend’s house, Kori raced to the front door and rang the bell.

Becka met her at the door. Both girls had dressed modestly, still a little self-conscious about the afternoon’s phone conversation. Kori had worn jeans and an old sweater, while Becka wore a sweatsuit.

“My folks are upstairs already,” Becka said. “Dad’s doing some work, and I think Mom’s taking a bath, then she’ll probably go to bed.”

The girls turned their attention to the TV for a minute before Becka asked, “Are you uncomfortable about… you know? What we did on the phone?”

Kori shyly nodded before asking, “Does that make us lesbians?”

Becka laughed before replying, “No. Lots of girls actually watch each other do that, and it doesn’t make them gay.” Kori was satisfied by this answer; at least it put her guilt to rest.

Kori thought and thought and finally chose to tell her friend the truth. “Becka, I want to know something. If I learned how to touch myself by watching somebody, would that be bad?”

“I don’t see why,” Becka assured her friend, curious to know more.

“Well, I did learn by watching somebody,” said Kori.

Becka had figured this from the question. “Who?”

Kori paused for a moment and replied, “My big sister Suzy.”

Becka’s eyes widened with surprise. She wanted to know all about it. Kori spilled the whole story — she told Becka about the movie and what her sister had done while she watched it, and about how she later watched it herself and mimicked Suzy’s actions.

Becka was both shocked and intrigued. She could feel her pussy growing very wet underneath her sweat pants. She tried to keep it to herself, promising herself that she would use that image in her bedroom later.

Kori was very bubbly all of a sudden; when she first came in, she seemed incredibly uncomfortable, but now she was talking incessantly. Then, out of the blue, she asked Becka, “Do you think Jenna does it too?”

Becka was fairly certain that she did; one time she had spent the night with Jenna, and the girl had disappeared into the bathroom for about half an hour after she thought Becka was asleep. Instead, she answered, “Maybe. I know how we could find out.”

“How?” Kori asked, a little suspicious.

“Let’s have a sleepover here Friday night — we’ll invite Jenna and we’ll ask her.”

Kori felt a little pessimistic. “We’ll just ask her?” she said with a frown. “You think she’ll tell the truth?”

Becka smiled at her friend. “If we do, I bet she will.”

Onward to Chapter Two!

 

by Ebo

The October air was crisp and chilly as Megan opened her bedroom window. The costume she wore left a lot of skin bare, and she shivered as the night air found it. Looking down at the slutty French maid costume, Megan suddenly wished there was more to it. Well, not suddenly- she had always wished there was more to it. A longer skirt and sleeves would be nice since the temperature had fallen into the fifties with nightfall.

Still looking down at her costume, Megan had to shake her head. She was pretty sure the designers of this outfit hadn’t intended for a girl her age to wear it. It was too short and too tight to make an appropriate costume for a middle schooler. In fact, she was pretty sure it wasn’t meant to be worn anywhere but the bedroom.

She shivered, again, but not because of the cold. It was a naughty thrill that worked up her spine at the thought of going out like this. She wasn’t allowed out of the house in anything remotely this revealing. Her stepmother would have a stroke if she saw how much skin she was showing.

What she doesn’t know can’t get me grounded for life, Megan thought, with a mischievous grin.

Frowning, Megan thought about her stepmother sitting her down earlier, forbidding her to go the party she was preparing to sneak out to attend. Megan had thought she had been found out, that her stepmother knew about Megan being invited to the party somehow. There something about the way her stepmother phrased her statements… It was like she didn’t know Megan was invited and was just not letting her go on principle.

How did she even know about it? Megan wondered, as she stepped through the open window and onto the roof. As she turned and eased the window shut, she thought, This party was hush-hush, a secret. No parents are supposed to know about it. I’m not even supposed to know about it. High school kids only.

Her friend Casey was a freshman and had violated the unspoken rule of being in high school — the one about not talking to middle schoolers about high school stuff. Casey then did the unthinkable — she invited Megan to the party. Megan couldn’t believe it, thought Casey was just teasing her at first. It had taken some doing on Casey’s part, but she finally convinced Megan she was serious.

Stunned, Megan had agreed to go to the party. It wasn’t until later that what she had agreed to really sank in. She was going to a party thrown by high school juniors and seniors. If half the rumors that circulated about the annual Halloween party were true, there would be drinking and drugs and a whole lot of sex. She’d be in so far over her head, she wouldn’t be able to see the light above her. She had picked up her phone a half dozen times that night, wanting to chicken out so bad.

The only thing that kept her from calling Casey was the expected boost in her social standing at school if she went to this party. If she could prove she was at the Halloween party, her popularity would reach heights she had heretofore never imagined. She’d be an instant cool kid.

Sighing, she wished she didn’t care about such things, but any thirteen-year-old girl who said she wasn’t at least a little concerned with how her classmates perceived her was probably lying to look cool.

With the pair of high heels she had borrowed — without permission — from her stepmother in one hand and her purse over her shoulder, she walked carefully down the slanted roof. Tossing the shoes first, she lowered herself over the edge, hanging by the gutters. It was only a four-foot drop to the ground and she landed gracefully. She grimaced as the dew on the grass instantly soaked through the nylons she wore. Already cold, she started shivering.

The moon was mostly full and it was a cloudless night. She was able to find the shoes on the grass with relative ease by its silver light. Looking around, she thought it was bright enough that she could navigate the town without pulling her phone out of her purse to use as a flashlight.

As she stepped into the heels, she rubbed her arms and looked back up at her window. Sighing, she said, “I should have brought a coat.”

The shoes were a bit of a challenge for her. The tallest heel she had on a shoe was an inch and these were five. She borrowed them earlier in the week and had been practicing walking in them. She probably wouldn’t be mistaken for a supermodel working the catwalk in them, but she shouldn’t break her neck tonight.

My stepmom might break my neck if she sees me in them, Megan said, glancing at the dark house.

Her stepmother had turned in an hour ago and Megan had waited impatiently for sixty minutes before getting dressed in her costume and sneaking out. No lights had come on, so Megan was hoping she had made it out undetected.

She glanced at the large oak tree growing next to the house, and her shoulders fell. It was her way back into the house. It was a short climb, but one she was dreading. When she was seven, she had fallen out of the tree and broke her arm. She hasn’t been in it since.

“It’ll be okay,” Megan told herself, turning away from the tree. She’d deal with getting back into the house when she returned from the party.

Megan crossed her yard and turned left onto Mahogany Street. As she walked, she glanced down at herself, and her cheeks were hot. Because of her stepmother’s strict standards on how a young lady should dress, she has never been out in public wearing so little. The dress part of the costume was really short, even on her. It didn’t fall anywhere near her knees. It was worn off the shoulder and dipped low in the front. She was showing all the cleavage she could muster. She couldn’t even wear a bra with the costume.

The costume had come with a pair of matching stockings held up by a garter belt, a ruffled white petty coat, a headpiece, and a ribbon choker necklace. In for a penny in for a pound, she was wearing it all. She had added a half mask with cat ears to hide her identity. There might be a couple of kids at the party that knew she shouldn’t be there.

Looking in the mirror earlier, she had been surprised by how well everything fit her, that she didn’t look as ridiculous as she had expected. The costume was form fitting in all the right places and she thought she looked kind of hot. Probably hotter than a thirteen-year-old girl was supposed to look.

Not ridiculous, but probably nowhere near as good as my stepmother would have looked in this, Megan thought, then shook her head. Her cheeks were flushed as she got a mental image of the woman in this outfit.

Oh God, Megan thought, realizing she was fantasizing about her stepmother. A little sheepishly, she thought, Again, you mean.

She pushed that thought out of her mind, not ready to deal with it just yet.

Not for the first time, she wondered what the woman had been doing with this costume in her closet. It wasn’t the only one, either. Megan had had… options to chose from for her costume.

Shaking her head, again, Megan looked down at herself and thought about how she had ended up wearing such a revealing outfit.

At thirteen, she was too old to trick or treat and too young to get invited to some of the older kids’ parties. She was stuck in the middle of the road. She had just planned to stay home and watch scary movies with her stepmother and pass out candy to the neighborhood kids. She hadn’t bothered with a costume this year. Which was why when Casey sprang the party on her, she wasn’t prepared.

Without something to wear tonight, she had gone snooping in her stepmother’s closet. She really didn’t know what she was looking for, just hoping for inspiration. What she had found had made her laugh and re-think her opinion of her stepmother as a straight-laced, boring type.

She had searched the entire room, then turned over her own room in search of something to wear to the party. Finding nothing, she reconsidered the naughty costumes she had found in her stepmother’s closet. Without a lot of options, she had gone back to her stepmother’s room one more time. Looking at the skimpy outfits, her heart had been racing at the thought of wearing one of them to the party. She had picked the French maid costume because it was the least revealing of the bunch. She had told herself she was borrowing it ‘just in case’ she couldn’t find anything else. She had gone back the next day to borrow some shoes for the same reason. Just in case.

Looking down at herself, she said, “Just in case… Right.”

As she walked, she pulled her phone out of her purse, called Casey. The phone rang and rang, then went to voice mail. Megan hung up without leaving a message. She was about to call back when someone grabbed her from behind and said, “Boo.”

Megan jumped and spun around, saw Casey grinning at her. Giving her friend a dirty look, she said, “Not cool.”

Casey looked Megan up and down and started laughing, said, “I know you told me what you were wearing, but… Wow!”

Laughing, Megan said, “I said it was my stepmother’s slutty French maid costume.”

“It’s definitely slutty,” Casey said, grinning, “you’ll get some attention in that getup.”

“I’m trying to blend in, not ‘get attention’,” Megan reminded her.

“Good luck with that,” Casey laughed.

Groaning, Megan knew the girl was right. She was showing too much leg and too much boob to go unnoticed.

“Relax, Meg,” Casey said, putting her arm around Megan’s shoulders, “pull this off, you’ll be the coolest kid in school.”

Megan smiled at her, put her arm around the girl’s waist. This close to the girl, Megan could smell her perfume, and it made her a little dizzy. Not that the perfume was particularly strong. It was just a hint of vanilla, almost completely lost on the breeze. Still, it made Megan want to bury her face in the girl’s neck and breath her in. It was her desire that made her light-headed.

She didn’t do it, though. She was too scared to.

They had been friends since they were five and seven, having been lumped together after their mothers became friends. They had grown up together, were as close as friends could be, in spite of their age difference. Everything was peachy until Casey hit puberty and started to fill out some. Megan found herself having some confusing thoughts about her best friend. About girls, in general.

The girls in her school were talking about boys more and more and Megan didn’t have anything to add to the conversation. She didn’t share her classmates’ fascination with the latest boy band or some hunky movie star. She knew she was different from them and it wasn’t until she found her father’s old issues of Playboy that she figured out what it was. Those gushy feelings the girls talked about when they saw some cute boy, she suddenly understood them.

She had been hiding her feelings about the fairer sex from Casey and her other friends. She was still trying to figure them out herself, wasn’t ready to tell anyone. The one thing she had figured out for sure is that she was attracted to other girls.

Casey included, which was putting some strain on their relationship. Well, not so much for Casey, because she didn’t know. It was Megan who felt uncomfortable around the girl, felt like she had the word lesbian written on her forehead. She kept expecting to give herself away, somehow.

Like now, with her arm around the girl… She couldn’t tell if she was still hugging Casey like she used to. Having a secret was making her paranoid, but she couldn’t help thinking the girl could tell something was different about her embrace.

Megan knew she was a horrible liar and it felt like she had to lie all the time, now. She’d think repetition would make it easier to deceive, but she was just as bad a liar now as when she started to realize she was a lesbian.

She slipped out of Casey’s arm before she could give herself away.

They made their way through the sleeping town. Looking around, Megan thought it managed to look both peaceful and creepy at this time of night. She didn’t think there was anything overt about her town. She figured most towns would be creepy at night, the storefronts and houses cloaked in darkness and the only light provided by street lamps spaced too far apart. The fact that it was Halloween and many of the yards were decorated to celebrate this old pagan holiday only made it creepier. Megan wanted to walk faster, but she kept pace with Casey. She was glad the older girl was here.

As they walked, Megan wondered if her stepmother would check in on her tonight. She had stuffed some old pillows under her covers before leaving the house. It was an old trick, probably wouldn’t fool anyone during even a moderately close inspection — say, from an open bedroom door. Luckily, her stepmother wore contacts and took them out at night. The woman could see well enough to navigate the house without them, but maybe not well enough to distinguish between a sleeping girl shape and a bunch of pillows. She hoped so, anyway.

Thinking about her stepmother made her frown. She really wanted to know how the woman had known about the party. The conversation had been odd enough that it stuck in Megan’s head and she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

As they turned off the road and into the woods, Megan shrugged it off. It didn’t matter how the woman had found out; Megan had sneaked out anyway. She was on her way to a party thrown by a bunch of high school kids. She had bigger things to worry about then her stepmother’s sleuthing abilities. Namely, not making a complete ass of herself in front of the older kids.

There was enough moonlight that they could navigate the loosely packed trees with relative ease. As they made their way deeper into the woods, Megan started to see the glow of a couple of fires burning and hear music blaring. The closer they got to the party, the faster Megan’s heart beat. She wasn’t completely sure she was ready for this, but it was about to happen anyway.

She took a deep breath as they passed through the outer fringe of the party, looking around. She saw kids drinking out of red plastic cups, smoking cigarettes and something she was pretty sure wasn’t cigarettes. Her eyes widened when she saw boys and girls making out, kissing and pawing at each other.

No wonder my stepmother didn’t want me here, Megan thought, a little shell-shocked.

They walked by a table laden with the same red cups she had seen the other kids drinking out of. Casey snagged two as they passed, giving one of them to Megan. Sipping hers, Megan was surprised to taste fruit juice. It wasn’t until she swallowed and it burned all the way down that she realized it had been spiked pretty heavily.

She must have made a face because Casey laughed at her, said, “Drink it slow.”

“Right,” Megan said, fully intending to nurse this one cup all night. Climbing the tree would be hard enough in the dark, but if she was falling-down drunk…

Casey led her through the throng of people, introducing her to friends. Megan knew Casey was popular, but she was still surprised how many of the older kids not only knew her but acknowledged her as a friend. Only a freshman, but apparently accepted by the juniors and seniors at the party.

Megan had really wanted to just blend in, but her costume got her a lot of attention. She was glad it was night, so the boys and girls who asked her about it couldn’t see her blush. Quite a few boys seemed interested in her and, even though she wasn’t interested back, she couldn’t help but pull her shoulders back and push her chest out. Attention was attention, even if they weren’t exactly the sort she wanted to notice her. She couldn’t stop smiling.

The half mask she wore did its job and no one seemed to notice she was much too young to be at this party. She thought her costume helped, too. What thirteen-year-old girl wore a costume like this? A little sheepishly, she thought, This girl, that’s who.

Casey put her arm around Megan, leaned in and said above the music, “You’ve got the boys tripping over themselves to talk to you in that costume.”

“I noticed,” Megan said, blushing.

“I’m a little jealous,” Casey said, grinning at her.

“Come on,” Megan said, giving her a get real look, “you could smile at any guy here, and he’d follow you around like a puppy.”

“So could you,” Megan said.

“I don’t know about that,” Megan said, embarrassed.

Casey was beautiful and popular and Megan… Well, she figured she was cute, could probably rate pretty on a good day. She knew she couldn’t hold a candle to Casey, figured the only reason the boys were sniffing around her tonight was because her boobs and ass were hanging out. Casey could be wearing a potato sack, and they’d still be drooling on themselves.

“You always sell yourself short,” Casey said, meeting Megan’s eyes, “one of these days you are going to realize how pretty you are.”

“How much have you had to drink?” Megan asked, self-consciously.

“Your lack of confidence is making me sad,” Casey said, taking Megan’s hand. “Dance with me.”

Megan let her friend lead her closer to the fire, where a group of kids was dancing. Careful not to spill her drink, Megan danced with her friend. She felt eyes on her and spotted a group of boys watching them and talking excitedly amongst themselves. One of them smiled at her when he caught her looking and she looked away in a hurry. Her cheeks were hot and she made sure not to make eye contact, again.

“Can I cut in?” Someone asked. Megan glanced to her left, saw one of the boys from the group smiling at them.

“Um, sure,” Megan said, stepping back so he could dance with Casey. She blinked in surprise when he moved in front of her, instead of her friend. She glanced at Casey, raised her eyebrows. Laughing, Casey waved her on. A little embarrassed, Megan started dancing with him. Eye to eye, she realized he was cute. Like boy-band cute.

She noticed a couple of girls watching them dance, saw jealousy in their eyes. Blinking in surprise, she realized she was dancing with someone significant. Someone worth inciting envy in onlookers. Her heart racing, Megan wondered just who had asked her to dance.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

Her heart racing, she thought he was going to ask who she was. She scrambled to think up a cover story. She still didn’t have anything, but she couldn’t stall any longer, so she said, “Um, okay.”

“Why the mask?” He asked, smiling at her, “how does it fit with the rest of your costume?”

“Um,” Casey said, surprised by the question. She couldn’t tell him the truth, that she wore it only to hide how young she was. She almost panicked, when something Casey always said came to her. She shrugged, said, “It’s an anime thing.”

Casey liked to say that when she did something that didn’t completely make sense. With all the girl’s quirky habits, she said it a lot.

“Ah,” he said, his smile widening, “are you an anime fan?”

Her cheeks hot, she said, “Not really.”

“Okay,” he said, laughing, “well, I like your costume, anime or not.”

“Um, thanks,” she said, offering him a shy smile.

The song came to an end and Megan stepped back. Her dance partner glanced at his friends, saw them waving him over. He turned back to Megan, offered her a smile, then said, “Um, do you think I can have another dance later?”

“Another dance?” Megan parroted, surprised. Tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear, she said, “Um… sure.”

“Good,” he said, then inclined his head at his friends, “I need to see what those goofballs want. I’ll find you later for that dance.”

“Okay,” Megan said, watching him walk away. He had an athletic build, walked with confidence. Megan tried to find something about him that drew her eye, but she felt nothing for him.

“Oh my God,” Casey said, hugging her from behind. She sounded excited as she said, “Do you know who that was?”

“No,” Megan said, laughing, “but judging by your excitement and the stink eye I was getting from a couple of girls, I’d say… A football player?”

“Not just any football player,” Casey said, making one of those noises the girls in Megan’s class always made when they talked about a cute boy, “that’s Blake, captain and quarterback of our Fighting Mallards.”

Laughing, Megan said, “Every time I hear that name, I have to laugh. What a horrible name. A mallard is a duck, for God sake.”

“Focus, Megan,” Casey said, grabbing Megan by her shoulders, “you just danced with the most popular boy in school.”

“Oh,” Megan said, then laughed, “I’m horrible at blending in.”

“Yeah, you are,” Casey said, grinning.

“He wants another dance later,” Megan said.

Casey punched her in the shoulder, said, “Oh my God!”

Laughing, Megan said, “Ow. What the hell?”

“Sorry, I got a little excited,” Casey said. She held up her cup, said, “To dancing with high school seniors.”

“High school seniors,” Megan said, clinking her cup to her friends. She took too large of a drink and it burned all the way down.

*****

Sitting next to the fire, Megan watched Casey dancing with some boy. Without thinking about it, she took a drink. She was surprised to find her cup empty. It had still been half full when she sat down.

“So much for nursing this one,” Megan said, tossing her cup in the fire. Judging by how much the fruit punch had burned going down, there had been quite a bit of alcohol in it. The fact that she was feeling a little fuzzy around the edge already seemed to support that theory.

“Need another one?” someone asked.

Looking up, Megan saw a girl holding out a cup to her. Megan started to say no when she noticed the girl’s smile. There was a playful uptick of the corners of her mouth that made Megan’s heart beat a little faster.

The girl’s costume was inspired by the Mexican holiday, Dia de Los Muertos, her face painted with a skull design. It was elaborate and beautiful in its intricacy. Her costume was completed with a short, tight goth-inspired dress, black knee-high boots, and fishnet gloves.

“Um, yeah. Thanks,” Megan said, smiling as she took the cup. As the girl sat down next to her, Megan caught a hint of vanilla and her heart started beating even faster.

“Why are you sitting here all alone?” The girl asked, leaning closer.

“What do you mean?” Megan asked, raising her voice over the music.

“You didn’t wear this costume to sit by yourself, did you?” The girl asked, turning that playful smile of hers on Megan.

The girl had an odd accent, southern maybe. Megan wondered if she was a southern belle under the makeup. It was hard to tell, but Megan thought she’d be pretty without it.

“I… Well…” Megan said, then shrugged. She took a sip of her drink to hide her embarrassment.

“You are a beautiful girl. You should be out there dancing with the boys,” the girl said.

Megan glanced at Casey, thinking if there was anyone she wanted to dance with, it was her. The girl must have followed Megan’s eyes because her smile turned up even more. Megan caught the smile out of the corner of her eye and looked away from Casey in a hurry.

“Now it makes more sense,” the girl said, making Megan look at her, “still, I have to ask — why are you sitting here alone? A beautiful girl like you should be over there dancing with some girl.”

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” Megan stammered.

The girl gave her a look, then said, “Don’t you?”

“No,” Megan said, too quickly.

“It’s too bad you aren’t into that sort of thing,” the girl said, flashing her eyes at Megan, “I really do think you are beautiful.”

“I — um, are you… into that sort of thing?” Megan asked, her heart racing. She found herself holding her breath as she waited for the girl to answer.

“Ah, maybe interested, after all,” the girl said, playfully.

Megan looked at her for a long moment, then laughed and rubbed the back of her neck, asked, “Am I that obvious?”

“To someone who knows the signs,” she said, then offered her hand, “I’m Rachel, by the way.”

Taking the hand, Megan started to tell the girl her real name, then thought better of it. Instead, she smiled and said, “Harley.”

“As in Davidson?” Rachel asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Um, yeah. Same first name, but no relation,” Megan said, amused. She hadn’t been thinking about motorcycles when she picked the name, but a character on a TV show she watched.

“Well, Harley not Davidson, it’s nice to meet you,” Rachel said.

“You, too,” Megan said.

“Do you want to dance?” Rachel asked, inclining her head toward the crowd.

“Um, I don’t know…” Megan said, looking at the people dancing. The song on the radio was a slow one and everyone was dancing close, making lazy circles.

“Afraid everyone will know your secret?” Rachel asked.

“Pretty much,” Megan said, embarrassed.

Nodding, Rachel asked, “Would any of these people know you without your mask on?”

“A couple of them, maybe,” she said.

“How about with it on?” Rachel asked.

“My friend,” Megan said, looking at Casey dancing really close to the boy she had snared with her beautiful eyes.

“I take it she doesn’t know,” Rachel said.

It wasn’t a question, but Megan confirmed it, anyway, “No, she doesn’t know. No one knows… well, except you.”

“Well, if you won’t dance with me,” Rachel said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “want to go somewhere and make out instead?”

Snorting in surprise, Megan laughed and asked, “Just like that, huh?”

“Too forward?” Rachel asked, amused.

“A little bit,” Megan said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“I noticed you didn’t say no,” Rachel said, her eyes flashing at Megan.

“I guess I didn’t,” Megan said, her heart racing. She realized she was flirting. More than that, she was attracted to the girl, and the idea of kissing Rachel appealed to her. She thought if Rachel kept pressing, she might just give in.

“We could find a spot just past the reach of the fire’s light,” Rachel said, leaning closer, “somewhere your friend couldn’t see if I kissed you.”

Megan’s breath caught in her throat and she had to swallow hard to say, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“It doesn’t sound like you really think that,” Rachel said, her smile making it hard for Megan to catch her breath, again.

Meeting the girl’s eyes, Megan saw a desire in them, a desire for her. No one had ever looked at her like that. It made her feel all sorts of ways she wasn’t used to. The only thing she knew for sure, she liked the way Rachel was looking at her, didn’t want the girl to stop.

She found herself saying, “I — I don’t know.”

“Come with me,” Rachel said, standing up, “one kiss. If you don’t like it, we’ll come back. No hard feelings.”

“One kiss?” Megan asked, realizing her resistance was crumbling.

“Or two… Three. Depends on how the first one goes,” Rachel said.

Chewing on her lip, Megan considered it. She had been fantasizing about kissing a girl a lot lately, and here was one who wanted to kiss her back. The darkness would offer her anonymity where she could experience her little fantasy of kissing a girl. What would be the harm?

With an inward shake of her head, she thought, I was in trouble the moment she smiled at me.

Getting to her feet, Megan wondered if it was the alcohol or the excitement coursing through her that her legs a little unsteady. Rachel took it as an excuse to put an arm around Megan’s waist. Pulled close to the girl, Megan caught another hint of vanilla perfume, subtle but intoxicating. She didn’t pull away from the girl’s embrace, let Rachel lead her away from the fire and into the darkness. They walked a little ways into the woods until they left the party behind.

Alone, Megan found herself spun into Rachel’s arms, their bodies pressed together. Her heart was racing, and she was a little jittery with excitement and nervousness. Even in the dark, she could feel Rachel smiling at her, which made a pleasant warmth blossom between her thighs.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Rachel asked.

“No,” Megan admitted.

“I’ll show you how,” Rachel said, gently pressing her lips to Megan’s. It was just a brush of her lips, but it set Megan’s whole body to tingling.

“I’m going to open my mouth — just a little,” Rachel said, her voice low and seductive, “when I do, just lightly touch my tongue with yours.”

Megan’s knees were a little weak as Rachel pressed her lips to Megan’s, again. When Rachel’s lips parted, Megan slipped her tongue into the girl’s mouth. More experienced, Rachel drew Megan into the kiss deeper than she was ready for. Even when she regained some of her senses and realized one kiss had become three and they weren’t stopping, she didn’t want to. The caress of Rachel’s tongue against her own, the taste of fruit punch on her breath… Megan found her kiss to be more intoxicating than the alcohol in her cup.

“Do you want to go back to the fire?” Rachel asked, her playful tone saying she knew Megan didn’t want to.

“No,” Megan husked, her voice thick with excitement. She finished her cup in a gulp, gasping as it burned all the way down. She tossed her cup aside.

“You’re a nice kisser,” Rachel said, finishing her own drink.

“Really?” Megan asked.

“Better than a lot of girls I’ve kissed,” Rachel said, kissing Megan gently on the lips.

“Have you kissed a lot of girls, then?” Megan asked.

Laughing, Rachel said, “A few.”

Megan took a deep breath, then kissed Rachel. Like before, she felt herself drawn in deep, only this time Rachel didn’t pull back. Her nervousness melted away under the heat of her desire and she felt herself responding to the closeness of their bodies, to the caress of Rachel’s tongue. She moaned as Rachel’s hand came up to cup one of her breasts. It took her a couple of heartbeats for her realize what the girl was doing to her. Breaking the kiss, she looked down at the hand on her breasts.

“Is this okay?” Rachel asked, her eyes meeting Megan’s in the moonlight, “I’m not moving too fast, am I?”

With a nervous laugh, Megan said, “I — I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said, removing her hand, “I thought… I guess I was getting ahead of myself.”

“It’s okay,” Megan said, smiling at her, “I guess I should have known you had more in mind than just kissing when you brought me out here.”

Laughing, Rachel said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Megan took a deep breath, said, “Just take it slow, okay?”

Favoring Megan with a sexy smile, Rachel said, “I can do slow.”

Oh God, Megan thought, her heart racing, what am I doing? Am I really going to do this?

The girl’s body was pressed against hers and Rachel’s perfume was making her dizzy with desire. She knew what the girl wanted and Megan was starting to want it, too. Her body did, anyway. Megan felt herself getting turned on.

Rachel kissed her while she was still trying to sort out her thoughts. The girl was indeed taking it slow, but Megan sensed she was holding back. There was a barely restrained eagerness behind her kiss, a passion the teenager was struggling to hold in check. Megan’s heart was thumping in her breast as she realized just how much Rachel wanted her. It was a new experience, being desired like that, and she found it both thrilling and frightening.

She really hadn’t expected to be in this situation tonight, or anytime soon. Megan wasn’t sure she was ready for any of this, but she really didn’t want to stop, either. She liked the way Rachel was kissing her and liked the feel of the girl’s body molded against hers. She even liked the feel of Rachel’s hand on her breast, the pleasure it awoke inside of her.

Maybe we don’t have to stop just yet, Megan thought as a moan escaped her.

Pulling back, Rachel smiled at Megan, said, “Let me know if I should stop.”

“Okay,” Megan said, her voice a little thick with excitement.

The corners of Rachel’s mouth turned up even more as she ran her hands up Megan’s arms to the sleeves of the maid costume. Megan met the girl’s eyes and saw what she intended to do. Part of her knew she should probably tell her to stop. Things had probably already gone as far as they should, maybe too far. Still holding Rachel’s gaze, she bit her lip and nodded, which was the exact opposite of what she should have done.

Rachel’s fingers hooked into the arms of the dress and she pulled down. Megan shivered as the cold air found her bare breasts. Pulling her arms out of the dress, she helped Rachel work it off her hips. Gravity finished what the girl started, the costume pooling around her ankles.

With the girl’s eyes hot on her nearly naked body, Megan had second thoughts. She fidgeted under the girl’s attention, had to fight the urge to cover her nudity with her arms. Her face hot, she wondered what she had been thinking.

“Stockings and a garter belt?” Rachel asked, her eyes shining with amusement and more than a little excitement.

Her cheeks even hotter, Megan stammered, “They c-came with the costume.”

“Mm… it’s an incredibly sexy costume,” Rachel said, hooking her fingers in the garters, “but these… these I love. There’s nothing sexier than a pair of long legs in stockings.”

Megan swallowed a couple of times, tried to work up enough saliva to say something. She managed to say, “Oh.”

Using the garters, Rachel pulled her close to kiss her deeply. Megan was a little disappointed when Rachel let go of the garters, stepped back. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the girl run a zipper down on the side of her dress. She couldn’t look away as Rachel shimmied out of her dress. The darkness was far from perfect, ruined by the almost full moon. There was enough light for Megan to make out Rachel’s lovely body. She was long in the leg and narrow in the waist, flat in the belly and full in the breast. She was perfect.

Rachel was looking at her, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She said, “You can touch me, if you want.”

Megan thought Rachel looked very touchable standing there in the moonlight. She did want to run her hands over the girl’s soft skin, see if she felt as amazing as she looked. When she hesitated, Rachel moved closer, took Megan’s hand and put it on her hip. Megan looked down at her hand as Rachel moved it higher. The girl was as soft and warm as she looked, her skin like silk under her fingertips. A nervous little laugh escaped her as Rachel moved her hand onto her breast.

“If I move my hand, do you promise not to move yours?” Rachel asked, playfully.

Her voice a little shaky with adrenaline, Megan said, “Okay.”

Rachel moved closer, kissed her deeply, then put her lips to Megan’s ear to whisper, “Tonight is your chance. All of those things you have been thinking about doing to a girl… do them to me.”

Off to Part Two!