Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Dirty Girl Sara

Part of me couldn’t believe that I was taking my daughter to bed but the rest of me was excited and shaking with sexual need as I led her to my bedroom. Once inside the bedroom I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Within a minute we were both breathing heavily and pressing our bodies against each other. She was rubbing her clit against my leg, the hormones and sensations teaching her what to do. I could feel her slick wet pussy against my thigh.

Finally I broke away from her and stepped back for a moment. She watched wide-eyed as I undressed, first unbuttoning the white blouse and letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes glowed as I unclasped the front hook bra and let my tits fall free. They were a large C-cup, still firm and milky white like the rest of my fair skin.

“You like them?” I asked as I jiggled them in front of her.

“They are awesome!” she said.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed when she saw me playing with my nipples, making the nubs hard as rocks and then lifting my right tit to my mouth and sucking own nipple. That was a trick I learned as a teenager when I first developed breasts and had helped me through long masturbation sessions on my own. God, I love nipple play!

“You like that?” I asked, grinning up at her after releasing my nipple with a wet smacking sound. Sara’s eyes were ablaze as her fingers rubbed her pussy between her wet lips.

My breathing was heavy, with every muscle taut with sexual tension, and I could smell my sex. All she did was nod her head. Not wanting to wait anymore, I unzipped the black skirt from behind and let is slide past my hips and down my legs. I turned and bent down, showing her my black thong. I could hear her breathing heavily from the bed, where she had laid down.

I licked my lips and locked eyes with her as I stood up and walked over to the bed, stripping out of the thong, leaving me only in the black high heels and black silk stockings. I wanted her so bad! I trembled as I pushed her back onto the bed and started kissing her.

Within a minute, we were writhing and feeling each other as we kissed, our tongues lashing at each other, the passion and tension building. Sara was dry humping my leg, though it wasn’t too dry anymore. I could feel her wet pussy juices on me. I returned the gesture and was rubbing my cunt against her thigh, teasing myself but finding no relief.

“Touch me baby,” I whispered as I humped her. “Explore Mommy’s body.”

She followed my commands, touching my tits, tentatively at first. After I found her wet pussy and started fingering her clit, she stopped being gentle and started groping them, pinching my nipples and pulling on them, massaging the huge globes.

“That’s it baby. Play with Mommy’s tits. It feels so good.”

I could hear her whimpering and moaning as my fingers flew over her clit, the hard little nub never touched like this before. She was humping my hand as her cunt leaked juice all over me. I leaned down and took one of her small nipples on my mouth and sucked hard, biting it lightly feeling her respond even more as I stimulated her nipples. I moved to the other nipple and did the same, getting it nice and hard, the little bumps on her chest.

God I love young pussy! Unable to hold back, I growled low and pushed her down against the bed and spread her legs wide. I took a good long whiff of her pussy and could feel my pussy tingle just from the smell.

“Mama’s gonna make you feel so good,” I said, before I licked her from anus to clit. My tongue slipped between her tight hairless folds and her girl juice tasted so good.

“Mommy!” she squealed as she tried to close her legs — but I wouldn’t let her as I forced them wider apart. I’m sure her twelve-year-old pussy had never felt anything like this before. I slipped my tongue between her lips and pushed my tongue into her tight hole and could feel her muscles clinging to my tongue as I rocked back and forth, tongue-fucking her. She was moaning and grunting now.

I had only a one track mind now and didn’t think about anything else as I worked to bring her off for the first time by a woman’s tongue. I slipped my tongue out of her sex hole and up to her clit and tickled it before tonguing it harder and harder, teasing it and then sucking it. I teased it with my tongue as I sucked hard on her clit. She tried pushing her ass of the bed to get away but I held her tightly as I could feel her body edging toward orgasm.

My face was covered with her pussy juice as she squealed and squirmed, moving her body in an ecstasy that she had never felt before. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!” she said over and over again as her breathing became very ragged and her cunt opened up. She started to tremble and then shake as she let out a loud scream and her cunt exploded all over my face, showering me with her girl juice. I eagerly licked it all up as she whimpered and shook as the orgasm washed over her.

I didn’t stop licking as her the orgasm dissipated. She was moaning still as I licked her clean, unable to get enough. She tried to get away but I held her to me as I sucked and licked her toward another orgasm. I slipped my finger deep into her pussy and fucked her while I sucked her clit and she screamed through a mind-blowing orgasm, coating my face with her juices.

Finally, I released her clit from my lips with a smack and looked at her. She lay there shaking, moaning as she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed and I could see her rock hard nipples that looked like tiny pebbles. I crawled up next to her on the bed. But now it was my turn.

I kissed her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She could taste and smell her own pussy juice which must have excited her even more. Within a second, she was lapping my face with her tongue, cleaning me like a little kitty cat. It felt so good, her young innocent tongue on me.

“Mama needs relief,” I whispered to her in need. “Make Mama feel good.”

“What do I do?” she asked, scared.

I opened my legs and led her hand to my wet pussy. “Go down between my legs, baby.” I used my fingers to open my lips. “See that thing above my love hole baby? It sticks out? That’s my clit. Just stick your tongue out and lick it.”

The rush of her tiny, innocent tongue touching my clit almost threw me into orgasm. “That’s it darling. Now lick it, use the flat of your tongue. Oh, shit baby! That feels so good. Lick Mama’s clit. You’re making Mama feel so good. Now suck it. Harder! Suck Mama’s clit harder.”

It felt so fucking good to have my twelve-year-old daughter sucking my clit. She got into it more and more, and before I knew it she was flicking her tongue across my clit while she sucked on it. “Now use your fingers. Take two fingers and stick them into my pussy! Oh, god! That’s it baby! Finger-fuck your mother. Finger-fuck me baby.” I moaned and started playing with my tits, pulling on my nipples and massaging my heavy tits.

“Mama’s going to cum! You’re going to make Mommy cum!” I couldn’t hold back any longer and before I knew it, I was shaking as the orgasm rolled through my body, my cunt exploding. “Oh baby! Mama’s cumming! Use that tongue baby! Lick Mama’s juices! Lick Mama’s juices.” She obediently lapped up my cunt juice as it oozed from my pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” I breathed as my whole body shook in orgasm. “Such a good girl. You made Mommy feel so good.”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “Oh baby. Keep on licking Mommy.” She didn’t stop as she went back to licking and sucking my clit. “Do you like it baby? Do you like, sucking Mommy’s clit?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said between licks. “I love the way it tastes. It makes me tingly all over licking you. I feel funny down between my legs knowing that I’m making you feel so good.”

“Pussy, baby. You can call it a pussy,” I said with a smile as her tiny fingers and tongue brought me slowly to another orgasm.

“Pussy. I love licking your pussy. It tastes so good.”

Then she was back at it, licking and sucking me while her fingers plunged deep into my pussy. Before I knew it, I could feel another orgasm approaching and I lifted my hips off the bed while she her lips latched onto my clit and she sucked, even biting it. My fingers pulled and twisted my nipples.

“Fuck, baby! Lick Mama’s pussy. I love your little tongue licking me. You’re so fucking hot and beautiful baby. I’ve dreamed of you licking me like this for so long. I would finger my cunt all night long, making myself cum over and over again while I fantasized about my sexy young daughter sucking on my clit.”

She sucked even harder and it drove me over the edge and before I knew it I was squealing in orgasm as she lapped up my cunt juices. Her fingers played with my clit while she licked me between my lips, sucking up all my juices.

“Oh baby, stick a finger up my ass, baby,” I moaned, reaching down and spreading my cheeks for her. She hesitated in shock, but just for a moment as she went back to licking me. Her finger violating my ass was enough to start another orgasm that lasted a full ten minutes as she assaulted my ass and pussy. It felt so good to have my sphincter stretched as she fucked my ass with her finger. “Yea baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck Mama’s ass. Mommy’s still cumming.”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I yelled as I exploded uncontrollably and ejaculated, shooting pussy juice all over her face. She was shocked and a little scared. “You made Mama cum baby! Oh god baby that felt so good!”

After a few moments of regaining my breath, I felt Sara’s warm body slide up to me and I embraced her, holding the little girl tight to me. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat. She moved against my and I purred into her neck before I kissed her.

“Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this good, baby,” I said with a grin on my face.

“I know, Mom. It was awesome,” she giggled. She kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

God, she could make me tingle and I could feel my pussy getting wet again.

“Now I want to do it all the time,” she sighed. “I love the way you licked my cunny and played with me. I’ve never felt so good.”

“I’m glad baby,” I said as I turned to her to me, looking serious and mother-like. “But it has to be our little secret. Okay? You can never tell anyone what we do. I love you so much and it feels so natural, but some people would never understand. The love we share has to remain a secret.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said with a knowing smile. She snuggled up to me and laid her head on my left breast.

“Can Mommy tell you a secret?” I asked with a grin.

She looked up and smiled, nodding her head.

“Mommy has always loved little girls.”

She looked at me, waiting.

“Ever since I was in college and a student teacher, I would imagine seducing them and making love to them, being their first, and teaching them. Girls as young as nine years old, I would dream about their bodies, their hairless pussies, never touched before and their flat chests with pebble nipples. I would imagine their innocent tongues licking me and tasting my pussy. Many nights when your father would be having sex with me, the only way I could orgasm would be to close my eyes and fantasize about some of the girls in my classes that I taught.”

“Have you fantasized about me?” she asked.

For the first time in a long time I blushed beet red. Sara giggled when she saw this.

“Some of my wildest fantasies were about you baby,” I said.

Sara moved up on the bed and out of the corner of my eye I could see her lightly touching her pussy, running her finger up and down her still slick lips. I moved her hand away and slowly pleasured her, lightly rubbing her clit and massaging her pussy lips. It felt divine, the soft supple innocent flesh of my twelve-year-old daughter.

“I would imagine coming home and finding you with your friend, play-kissing each other, and then teaching both of you the joys of girl-love. In my fantasy I would sit by and direct you girls on how to kiss and touch each other and I would touch my pussy while you licked each other and had sex in different positions. Afterward, you both would crawl over to me and lick my pussy. You’d be licking and sucking on my clit while your friend would be licking my lips and fingering me.”

I moved even closer to her so she could feel the hot breath as I talked softly into her ear. Her whole body shivered as I touched her pussy.

“In another fantasy you walked in on me while I was masturbating and you would be embarrassed but curious. You’d stay and watch while I finished pleasuring myself. You would get real close to my pussy and watch as I came, getting my bed and my toy all wet with my juices. I would see you all excited and then I would make my move, silently touching you and pulling you to me and then making love to you. I would teach you how to touch yourself and how to make love to another woman. We would explore each others bodies all night.”

“God, Mommy. That is so hot,” Sara gasped as her hips started moving. “I love hearing about you wanting to fuck little girls. I never thought I would say this but it really turns me on.”

“Good baby,” I said with a chuckle. “Like mama, like daughter. It looks like my baby is all hot and wet again. Do you want Mommy to make you feel all better?”

“Yes Mommy,” Sara said in a little girl voice. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck your baby girl and show her girl-love.”

She pressed her lips to mine and opened her legs as I pushed two fingers into her pussy and started fucking her. Her hips moved in motion with my fingers as my thumb found her still sensitive clit and massaged it while I fucked her. We kissed and kissed while I fucked her, her tongue dancing with mine, hungrily searching my mouth.

In no time flat, she was cumming on my fingers, her young pussy gripping my fingers as I fucked her through another orgasm. She clung to me and was moaning and nearly screaming as her orgasm raced through her body. It finally abated and I slipped my fingers out of her. I put them to her nose and she looked me in the eye while she sniffed her own pussy juice. Wordlessly she licked them clean, sucking all of the pussy juice off them.

“Mama needs some lovin’ too,” I said, and pushed her head down. From all the dirty talk and playing with her, my pussy was already sopping wet. She needed no encouragement as she slipped down my body and started sucking my clit in earnest and finger-fucking me. I opened my legs and felt my orgasm rushing toward me as I pulled and twisted my nipples until finally I yelled and screamed out in pleasure as her tongue and fingers drove me over the edge.

Sara licked and sucked me clean and then moved up my body and cuddled on my left breast again.

“Mommy,” she said without looking up, “I tutor a beautiful little ten-year-old at school.”

I smiled to myself and kissed her head before drifting off to sleep, wondering what sexy things Sara and I could do.

Continue on to Part Three

By Dirty Girl Sara

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2011 }

I know that I should know better but I just couldn’t help myself.

Ever since I was a college student, my eyes had wandered to girls. Not just any girls, but young girls. When I was working as a student teacher, my eyes would be drawn to young budding girls who were just sprouting hair between their legs and their breasts were nothing but small bumps on their chest. Their innocence only made me want them more.

Over the years I even seduced a few and brought them to my bed, savoring their soft innocent flesh and tasting their young ripe pussies that had never been touched before. Their little nipples would get hard and their bodies would squirm beneath my tongue and lips as I would do all kinds of wicked things to them.

The first time I’d been tame, controlling my sexual wantonness. She had been twelve with straight hips that hadn’t flared yet and bright red cheeks with the cutest smile. Her hair was sandy blonde and she had blue eyes. I still remember the taste of her fresh pussy the first time I licked and sucked on it.

She squirmed and moaned and begged me to stop, thinking she would die. After her first orgasm she begged me never to stop. She was a student and for a period of three months, until the end of the year, we had almost daily “lessons” in the private classroom at my house. Not only did she love having her pussy licked, once she learned how she couldn’t stop licking and sucking on mine. I can’t recall the number of times I came from her small young tongue and her fingers inside me. Her pussy had been bare of any hair and she barely had any breasts but she was a real sex machine.

The second and only other regular affair had been with a sixth grader whom I befriended at our school. She was a real treat and she had been easy to get into my bed. Having more confidence now, I lived out my fantasies with her and remember fucking her little cunt raw with a strap on dildo until we both passed out from exhaustion. Later on I lay between her legs and licked her sore red pussy, tasting all her juices as she moaned and whimpered in bed.

That relationship was a little more risqué. She would masturbate me and suck on my nipples while we drove in the car and many times we would have sex outdoors or in public places. The thrill of nearly getting caught only made our orgasms all the more explosive. I taught her how to lick and suck pussy and also how to fuck and she had been an avid student. We included one of her friends that she had seduced and before long we were having regular sapphic orgies, myself and two barely teen girls.

But then that all stopped when I got married. I never told John about my fantasies, or he would have flipped out. He was a good man and took care of me. He always told me how beautiful I was and I was never without anything I wanted. He really was a good man. But his cock just didn’t do anything for me.

With my lack of desire for male companionship, and him always gone away on business, our relationship quickly turned platonic after Sara was born. I was twenty-three then and John twenty-eight. When I did have to open my legs for him, I would close my eyes and fantasize it was one of my young lovers fucking me with a strap on dildo or her young tongue licking my clit. I was normally able to cum but it wasn’t because of the hard cock inside me.

Which was kind of odd because I still loved cock. I would fantasize of a big hard cock fucking me while I pushed a thick dildo in and out of my wet pussy sometimes. Maybe it was just him because I loved cock as much as I loved young girls.

Neither of us really said the marriage was over. It just sort of slowly came to a halt. I wasn’t terribly surprised or upset when he left and he didn’t seem to care. That was eleven years after Sara was born, and by then we both had other lovers. John had a coworker at his company who could keep his bed warm and his cock hard. Mine were younger but legally-aged girls who knew how to please and touch a woman. He knew I was bi and he didn’t seem to mind very much.

When he left, it was almost as if nothing had happened. Two weeks in Singapore and then a month in Hong Kong with barely a weekend before a long trip to Germany began to take its toll. Sara barely knew her father and didn’t even bat an eyelash when I told her that Daddy left to live somewhere else. The nearly pubescent girl merely shrugged and asked when dinner was going to be ready.

With John gone, though, my desires came back a hundredfold. John had been the primary reason why I stopped my erotic escapades with my students. Now that he was gone and I was going back to teaching it was like candyland for me. Without the worry of an overly conservative husband to catch me, and being around all these young girls who lived in a culture where sex appeal and hip clothes was the place to be, it was too much for me to control myself.

Soon I was masturbating almost all the time, fantasizing about seducing and fucking my young students, putting them on the desk in front of me and just sucking their cunts until they came in my mouth. Or holding them down and fucking them with my strap on doggy style while they whimpered and cried for me to stop. Or feeling them humping my leg while they sucked on my tits.

There were so many fantasies and so many girls. I started carrying a small vibrator in my handbag for the ride home and would experience several orgasms before I walked into the house on shaky knees. In the mornings my pussy would get wet just thinking about all the fantasies and ripe young flesh that would be there.

It was no wonder what happened next.

“Honey!” I called through the bathroom door. “I need to pee. Is it okay for me to come in?”

“Sure, Mom,” Sara answered over the sound of the shower.

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the steamy bathroom, then raised my skirt above my hips and pulled my thong to the side like I always did before sitting on the toilet to pee. I needed to go so bad I didn’t even think about my daughter seeing me like this. As I finished peeing, my eyes trailed to the steamed glass and I could see her form, making my pussy tingle. She really was a beautiful girl. I could feel that familiar tingle between my pussy lips as I imagined what she looked like naked.

We had always been open about our bodies and Sara didn’t even blink when she got out of the shower, exposing her lovely developing body to her mother. She couldn’t possibly even begin to wonder at the fantasies as I was having about her sexy form. Her hair was red like mine but she kept hers short, cut just at her shoulders. Her eyes were green, which I’m sure made all the guys goggle over her. Her skin was a fair color, almost pale but beautiful nonetheless, glowing. Her legs were long and well formed, especially her calf muscles from all the running and cheerleading that she did.

What really caught my eye were her private parts though. I tried to do so casually but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My nipples were getting hard at her budding tits and the large nipples on the small bumps on her chest. Between her legs, Sara was just beginning to develop some hair, bright red like what was on her head. Her hips were luscious, barely starting to flare. She was so young and innocent looking, just the kind of girl I liked to fuck.

Sara bent over in front of me to dry off and I nearly died of excitement as she inadvertently stuck her ass right in my face. It was all I could do to keep from licking her. Her cunt was so pink and ripe-looking my mouth was watering.

After a minute, Sara turned around and was still drying herself. My mouth was dry now from nervousness and my hands slightly shaking.

“Wow, Sara,” I said trying to sound nonchalant about it. “You really are turning into a pretty girl.”

“Thanks,” Sara said with a perky smile.

“Beautiful, in fact,” I said, growing more bold.

“Oh, Mom,” she said as she blushed, “you have to say that because you’re my mother.”

I shared a laugh with her. “No, really, Sara. You are a beautiful young woman.” After a second I added, “I would tell you that even if I you weren’t my daughter.”

Sara smiled at me and I warmly returned it, hoping my wanton need wasn’t apparent to her.

“Put the towel down and let me look at you,” I said. She had a kind of funny look on her face and I tried to disarm her, not making a big deal about. “Oh, it’s okay, honey, really. It’s just us girls.”

“Okay,” my twelve-year-old daughter said, looking away and turning beet red. Unsure of herself, Sara dropped the towel and faced me, looking down. I smiled to myself. My cunt was glistening in juice just imagining the sex I could have with her.

“Turn around,” I said in a husky voice, Sara not recognizing the sensuality in the tone as innocent as she was. She compliantly did so, showing me her whole body, her ass and her pert young tits. God I wanted to eat her up and fuck her good.

“See,” I said in a strange voice, “you are beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mom,” she said not sure what else to say. The moment started getting weird and I knew that I had a rendezvous with my vibrator very soon, so I got up off the toilet and wiped myself.

“Wow, Mom, you’re thingy doesn’t have any hair,” she said in an amazed voice. I stopped where I was, bent over the toilet and chuckled.

“That’s right, Sara, Mommy doesn’t have any hair there because she shaves it,” I smiled wickedly.

“You shave it?” she asked, unable to believe it. “But why?”

I shrugged. “Some women like it to be bare. And you can call it a pussy,” I said with a smile to her. “What do you call it?”

Sara blushed even brighter red, and I smiled and touched her shoulder to let her know it was all right. Her skin was warm and smooth. “I call it my cunny or my kitty,” she said, turning away, embarrassed.

She was so cute and adorable, I thought to myself.

“But why do you shave it, Mom? Why do you like it shaved?”

“Well,” I said, thinking. “It makes it more sensitive.”

She looked at me like she didn’t understand.

“Do you know about sex?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. I was silent waiting for her to continue. “Well, I know that boys put their thing, you know their dicks, inside a girl’s cunny. It’s supposed to feel real good.”

“That’s right,” I said with a smile. “And it does feel good. When a girl shaves her pussy, it can feel even better. Without any hair you can feel more. A touch can be more intense, stronger without hair on your cunny.” I grinned at her. “Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?”

“Sometimes,” she said, blushing again.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said hugging her to me. “All girls are curious about their bodies. Sometimes girls even touch themselves to see what sex could feel like.”

She looked uncomfortable, almost like she wanted to run away.

“Here, sit on my lap,” I said and pulled her down to me. We faced the mirror and I gently pulled her legs apart, exposing her pink cunny with just a tiny bit of red hair above her clit.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Sara asked, alarmed when she felt my fingers on her.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” I said in a low, sexy voice. “Mommy’s going to show you something.”

I then, silently, pulled her lips apart. “See that honey? That’s where a boy puts his dick when you have sex. Sometimes, though, a girl can touch herself there and feel extreme pleasure.”

I smiled when she squirmed on me and moaned lightly from my touch. I could feel her pussy juices already.

She was within my grasp. My heart pounded at the thought of virgin young cunt.

I ran my finger between her moist pussy lips and between the folds I could feel her clit. Just a light touch and she gasped and clutched me as she moaned. “Oh, Mommy! What was that?”

“That was your clit, baby,” I said with a grin. “That is why Mommy shaves her pussy. It feels so much better. How does that feel, baby?”

“It feels funny,” she said as her breathing quickened and her hips moved.

“A good funny?” I asked, tickling her clit, playfully.

“Yes, Mommy. A good funny feeling. It feels awesome!”

“Good, baby. Let Mommy show you how good it can feel.”

Holding her to me, I started to rub her clit, running my fingers between her lips every once in a while to keep them lubricated. Within a moment she was ready to cum, squirming on me. I licked and sucked her supple flesh, her neck and shoulder, which drove her even crazier.

With my fingers rubbing tight little circles over her clit she came, screaming out loud and holding onto me. I didn’t stop playing with her pussy. I kept up fingering it harder and faster as the orgasm washed through her.

“Mommy, stop! Please! It’s so sensitive!” she begged but I didn’t pay her any mind. I kept on rubbing her pussy-juice-soaked clit as she tightened up again. “Oh, Mommy! I can feel it again! It’s coming again! I feel like I have to pee! Oh, Mommy!”

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered as I kissed and licked her neck. “Let it go. Let it feel good, baby. Don’t fight it.”

“Oh, Mommy!” she shouted as another climax rocked through her as she clung to me, gasping for breath and squirming on me. “Oh, Mommy,” she whimpered as I held her tight to me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered over and over again, massaging the small of her back, soothing her. “That’s a good girl.”

After a moment, she had caught her breath and lay against me, drained from her first sexual experience. I kissed the top of her head. “How did that feel baby?” I asked

“It felt kind of weird at first,” she said looking up at me. “It felt like I was going crazy, out of control, or something. But then it felt really good.” She smiled. “Oh my god, it felt good.” Sara paused and looked at me. “What happened?”

“That was an orgasm baby. That was your first orgasm.”

I turned Sara’s face to mine and kissed her on the lips, gentle at first. Then as I held her, I slipped my tongue past her teeth and in a second we were locked in a kiss, our tongues playing with each her. Her breathing was becoming ragged again as her arousal increased and my body was downright aching.

“Do you want to watch Mommy play with her pussy?” I asked, breathing heavily.

Sara nodded silently. She looked awed and wide-eyed as I slipped her off my lap and slid down to the edge of the toilet seat and spread my legs wide, letting her see everything.

“See my pussy baby? See how wet it gets? You did this, darling. Your young sweet body made Mommy so wet.” I moaned as I slipped a finger between my pussy lips and felt my cunt muscles clutching my digit. With the finger nice and wet, I moved to my clit and started rubbing hard little circles around my love button.

“Oh yea baby. Watch Mommy play with her pussy. Hear how wet I am? Hear me baby? Hear how wet Mommy’s cunt is? Watch me play with me clit. Oh baby it feels so good when I play with my clit. It feels so fucking good!”

I was moaning loudly now as my hips rocked upwards as my fingers flew over my hardened clit. I could feel my orgasm building. “Mommy’s gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum for you baby. Watch me cum! Watch me cum! Oh, oh oh! Here I cum!”

My whole body shook and my eyes rolled back as I felt the mind-blowing orgasm take me over. I almost fell off the toilet as I lost control. I fought to continue rubbing myself, knowing that the orgasm would last longer if I could keep rubbing my clit. I wasn’t disappointed as it kept going and going, sapping me of my energy and sending me to another world.

After a few moments, I was half off the toilet and my eyes opened to see Sara staring at me, in shock at what she had seen. I silently caught my breath, slowly rubbing my clit and running my fingers between my pussy lips. God that was an awesome feeling, only heightened by my twelve-year-old daughter watching me.

As I looked right in her eyes, I lifted my fingers to my lips and licked them clean, sucking all of my pussy juice off of the wet digits. She watched in awe.

“Mmmmmmm,” I said, smiling. “Tastes good, baby.”

“Do girls taste their pussy juice?” she asked.

“Yes baby, they do,” I said with a smile. “Some girls actually like it.”

I gasped lightly and shuddered as I stuck my finger deep into my pussy and then held it up to her lips. “Taste it, baby. Taste mama’s pussy juice. You’ll love it.”

Not sure of what to do, she licked it lightly, kind of embarrassed.

“It’s okay, baby. Lick and suck on it.” She followed my instructions and soon was sucking my fingers like nipples, cleaning them off.

“How did you like it?” I asked.

“It was weird,” she said. “I never tasted it before.”

I lifted her to my lap and spread her legs wide open and she watched as I fingered her, running my fingers between her lips before pushing two fingers deep into her virgin cunt.

She moaned and threw her head back. “Mommy!” Then she opened her eyes and dutifully sucked my fingers clean, tasting her own cunt juice.

“That’s a good girl,” I smiled and held her close to me. “How do you like girl-love?”

“I like it,” she said. “How long have you liked girls?”

“A long time,” I answered. “Even longer than I had been with your father. I’d always liked younger girls, ever since I was in college. So sweet and innocent, so virginal. I could hardly control myself. Oh baby. You’re gonna love girl-love so much.” I smiled and licked my lips. “Do you want me to teach you how to love a woman?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she answered earnestly, shuddering at the thought.

“Good. Mommy will teach you everything you need to know to please another girl.” I pushed her off my lap and held out my hand for her. “Now let’s go to my bedroom.”

Continue on to Part Two

By My Girls

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2008 }

The party was in full swing. The drinks were flowing, the food had been eaten, and the frivolities had begun. A few of the adults had had one too many and their different personalities had surfaced. Some a little boisterous (especially the men) who were accentuating their masculinity with talk of cars, sports, and any other thing that could prove their worth as a testosterone full blooded male. The women were giggling and talking the usual banter of how useless men where and other trivial things about their children, school, shopping, and other boring activities. Me myself and I stood by in a corner watching them all enjoying yet another cigarette. I do enjoy these family gatherings which happen about once a month and this was no different to any other. The usual suspects were here. Mum, Dad, Aunties, Uncles, Cousins, and Nieces all accompanied by their spouses or boyfriends and girlfriends. The neighbours had turned up and a few close friends who all lived nearby had come round. With the talk of free drinks and food whetting their appetites, who would refuse such offerings?

The garden was full as was the kitchen and I could hear the clink and clunk of plates and glasses as the hosts tried in vain to keep the bombardment of what seemed the never-ending build up of cutlery and drink bottles from cluttering up the surface areas. I pressed the butt of my cigarette hard to extinguish the end and as the last tiny plume of smoke had wafted into the slight breeze I looked up and gazed round the garden to look at everyone enjoying themselves.

My niece was sitting with her baby boy, playing with the child’s new expensive learning tool, much to his amusement. He was watching and listening with little attention at all the new lights and electronic jingles. Bored in seconds, he began to try eating all the attachments that he could grab. His mother took them away explaining to the twelve-month-old that they all fitted in the same shaped holes on top. Too young to understand, he was more thrilled with the nonexistent tastes of the plastic multicoloured cubes, stars, and triangles that now sparkled in the sunlight, covered in his saliva. I find babies slightly amusing as I smiled to myself deciding what to do next.

I wandered with empty glass in hand into the kitchen, excusing myself, walking behind the congregation of women as I headed toward a half empty bottle of red wine that stood unattended at the end of one of the counters. I poured and filled my glass to almost full and sipped from it. The taste was sharp and a little dry which seemed to arouse my taste buds, awakening them, sending a shock to my brain. My slight bored state was gone as I sipped again enjoying the fruity drink. I gazed around once more seeing all the women engaged in full conversation. Now I know doing this myself, our chats seem far greater and somewhat important — but thinking in reality terms, how us women engross ourselves completely in mundane and boring conversations. So I walked back toward the garden. A few smiles from my mother and others was welcoming, but a non intrusive ‘Hello are you ok?’ I answered with a slight nod.

As I stepped up the small steps to the raised lawn, my gaze wandered looking for a free chair. All were taken. As usual there were never enough to go round so I decided to have another cigarette and just enjoy watching everyone chat. I inhaled a large intake of smoke and squinted as the sharp hot smoke rasped the back of my wind pipe and I exhaled quickly to stop the pain. Suddenly I heard a loud high-pitched giggle emanate from inside the house and when I looked to the large French windows, I saw a little girl come tearing out running toward the back of the garden and jump behind the large doll house in the corner of the lawn. I turned back to the entrance and saw my little friend Beth come quite plainly outside and she began to search around. Hide and seek was the game, and looking at Beth I knew that she was totally uninterested in the game.

Before I go further, I’d just like to clarify certain things about myself and who will be involved in this small tale.

Myself for starters. My name is Henrietta. A bloody awful name I know. I found out I was named after King Henry the eighth… strange but true. My brother was actually named Henry but being the youngest at thirty-seven-years-old and my mother being a history teacher, you would think she could have come up with a better name than that one. I have long mousey blonde hair and I’m certainly not the most blossoming bloom around. I have blue eyes which I guess is my best asset as many a man and woman have stated. My attributes are nothing to be boasted about, as my breasts are an ample ‘D’ cup but are somewhat saggy to say the least. As is my backside and that is more than ample. I have never had a serious relationship and I am still an in-the-closet lesbian. I am certainly comfortable with my sexuality as would be my parents, but I have never felt in the right situation to come out. My parents have said during conversations they wouldn’t give a second thought if myself or my brother told them we were gay, and that should be enough for me to come out. I’m not sure about the rest of the family, and I guess that when my old-fashioned grandparents are gone then I might decide to tell all. Not wanting to give the oldies heart attacks and finish them off before their time. I suppose my parents may have guessed as they are not exactly stupid. All things added together while growing up and no boyfriends to speak of, tells them everything they would need to know. I know they will wait till I feel comfortable to announce what to some but not many will be a revelation of my chosen sexuality.

Bethany, or Beth as she is known, is such a beautiful girl and I will try my utmost to portray her beauty as best I can.

Beth is nine years old. She is a short girl for her age and looks no older than six except for her mannerisms which are, I would say, a little further advanced than her tender age. I have known her since she was three years old. I absolutely adore young girls and ever since I met her I can honestly say I am in love with her. She is so adoring and charming. Nobody in their right mind could not ever love this child. Please read into this what you will. Yes I do love women, but a child is such a treasure trove of innocence and enjoyment that they just epitomise the whole wondrous world of what a female is. Their fresh young perfect bodies. The smell of such bodies, all sweet and clean giving their innocent charms even more of a boost. Their childish colloquialism and overzealous appetite to learn is what makes them deserve respect and tender love as to not corrupt what we all had once ourselves.

Beth is all this and more. Over the years she has blossomed, not even having to try. She gained and lost all her puppy fat in one year at age four which was rather very cute on her small body, but has become even more beautiful. Unlike her sister, who takes after the father, she looks so much like her very attractive mother. I know one day she will have no problem finding a suitor, whether male or female. The latter would be my choice, and what love I could give and show her. She has long brown hair usually tied into a ponytail but today she is wearing it down, and how it compliments her slightest of bronzed complexion. Beautiful full green eyes which could melt anything and without question get anything she wanted. Her mother is wise to this and Bethany knows she can’t use this wonderful attribute on her. It was that beautiful look that first made my heart melt and fall in love. Many a child has looked at me and sent a flutter through my heart, and especially send an electric pulse to the very tip of my clitoris, but Beth was different. My heart almost stopped and I felt that same pulse. Rather than jolt me, the wonderful feeling flowed through my whole body making my tummy fill with butterflies. It was as if Beth had climbed inside me, and I could feel her tiny body making love to me. It was the most overpowering feeling I had ever had, and I know if not for having my period that day everyone else would see a dark patch fill my crotch area. It was that intense and mind blowing I am surprised I didn’t buckle and fall flat on my arse.

As for her body, it is perfect. On this particular day she was wearing what to everyone is perfection. Laced school white knee high socks. A pair of pink and white trainers which had seen better days, and a lovely short triple-pleated white skirt. A white sleeveless top which accentuated her tummy which was smooth and showed a little bump and that to me is so adorable. Her bare arms and the smallest of flesh of her legs was alluring. It gave me goose bumps wanting to see more of her body. The vest was tight and I could see the slightest of roundness where when her young body approaches adolescence will produce those ever so delicious tender but firm small young breasts. On that upper chest I could see the smallest hint of her tiny nipples which one day someone would lick and suckle on them. Such a lucky person that would be and maybe one day a treasured young child would suckle milk from her and I would hope it would be a girl and become as beautiful and as pretty as this perfect child, Bethany.

The other child in question is called Samantha. A girl I had never met before as her parents had just decided to pop round to show off their newborn, a sweet young twelve-week-old girl called Chloe. Samantha was four years old, and as I soon found out was quite a handful. A boisterous and tempered little girl. She was at first courteous and sweet, but when the sugar from a small piece of cake and a coca cola had kicked in, she became a whirlwind of activity and somewhat tedious at times. Wanting to play and annoying most of the adults, and to Beth’s dismay she was singled out. Samantha was small bundle of joy most of the time according to her mother, who was an attractive young twenty-four-year-old. But since the birth of her baby sister, Samantha had become, as most mothers can understand, jealous of the attention the baby was getting. I did get the chance to talk to her before she began to whiz around in excitement and although she was not really a part of this tale, she is pretty enough to write about.

She was a skinny girl and had long bright blonde hair with a small streak of pure white hair sprouting from the front of her fringe. This made her stand out from most other children. It was tied back and the long strands that had escaped the hair clips and hung around her face made her look stunning. A very pretty girl with blonde eyebrows and eyelashes and wonderful inquisitive watery blue eyes. The sun had sprinkled fair freckles upon her face which complemented her very pale skin. Her pale complexion did not make her look ill but with her attractive blue eyes the whole face was as pretty as could be. A cute smile with light pink thin lips made her face light up with beauty. I looked her up and down and she had no shoes on and her smooth skinny legs disappeared under a cotton blue dress which like Beth’s had no sleeves and hung quite loosely over her body. The slightest bending down and I could see her smooth flat chest and a glimpse of her pea sized nipples, which was very hard to look away from. I’m sure people noticed, but then again I did notice them looking also. I had the pleasant opportunity to see her (as children do) playing around on the floor and get a glorious sight of what seemed strange. A tight fitting pair of white flannelled panties. What was more tantalising was that I could quite clearly see under the thickness of the material the beautiful moulding of her young sweet pussy. The delights of which I dream about. The tender puffy mounds that encase that ever so young and virgin hole which must smell and taste divine. That perfect young part of a child that is to be tenderly loved and treated so gently to eventually find it willing to accept something that could make her feel so loved and so good. It would be the ultimate satisfaction for both involved.

With Beth in my sights I was happy to watch her strolling around the garden in an attempt to look interested in the game of hide and seek she was playing with Samantha. Beth knew exactly where she was, but so tired of the younger child she made no real attempt to find her, even though the girl was giggling with delight thinking Beth could not see her. Beth looked at me and smiled and I smiled back with such joy that she had finally acknowledged me.

Oh yes, that’s something I had forgotten. As I said, I had known Beth and the family since she was three years old. We saw each other about once a month at these family and friends gatherings. Sometimes with the children in tow and sometimes just us adults. Over the years, Beth was such a shy young thing always staying by her mother’s side or when a baby was around she would be attentive to the child’s needs by keeping it occupied and playing at being Mummy. We had said hello and goodbye, but she always seemed to lower her head at me and slide herself behind her mother’s back. Even the little peck on the cheek seemed to repel her even more, to such an extent that I stopped after a couple of times. This continued until today. When she walked through the front door I again said “Hi” and she gave me the most wonderful smile and as always it made me heart melt and my wanton love for her was replenished to the maximum. This time she was not holding her mummy’s hand and as she approached I bent down and she willingly accepted a kiss from me. I was not thinking much at this point as I greeted everyone else, but this warm smile she gave me in the garden did make me feel she had now accepted me as a friend and someone not to shy away from.

Thankfully young Samantha’s attention was eventually diverted when one of my drunk aunties decided to take an interest in her. Not in that manner. She was just drunk and obviously feeling young again, she decided to comply by chasing her. My auntie’s somewhat large body trudging around the garden after a small screeching girl was rather amusing to all. We all thought at any moment she would collapse with a heart attack. It took an intervention by Samantha’s mummy to stop the shenanigans.

During the next few hours I wandered in and out of the house replenishing my glass with wine and keeping an eye on Beth to capture as many sweet smiles as I could from her.

The sun was lowering, and with the air getting a little colder everyone moved inside the house. I myself seemed to be chain smoking by this time as young Beth was mostly in the garden playing on small slide that was attached to the side of the Wendy House.

I sat down outside, facing the house, when I felt a soft tap on my head. I turned to see Beth smiling at me.

“Hello,” I said to her.

I could see a little mischievous look in her eyes, and we began to start tapping at each other. Beth would try and hit me and vice versa. I stayed sat down as she stepped back and forth to slap my back. I turned a few times, catching her legs and bottom. She ran behind a chair and we playfully made fun of each other as she tried to approach without me noticing. As I lit another cigarette, she was sneaking up behind me. I caught a glimpse of her in the French windows and swung round with my arm and hand extended. I slapped her, and as she screeched in playful delight my brain registered where I had just hit her. Right on top of her little cunny mound. I was dumb struck as my hand still registered the fleeting touch and feel of her soft peachy mounds. God it was only a millisecond but oh so worth it. Beth of course thought nothing of it. As I tried and tried again to hit her there, not trying to be obvious, I failed again and again.

After a few minutes I stubbed out my cigarette. Beth to my delight took hold of my hand as I stood and we went inside the house. We wandered into the living room, and as I passed her mother she gave me a pleasing smile. She seemed happy that Beth was smiling and did not look as bored as she was earlier and seemed pleased that I was with her.

My mind was playing havoc with my emotions. Well, I should say Beth was. I had just spent over an hour playing games with her and now she had hold of my hand. For some reason the boredom of the day seemed to bring her out of her shell After all she is a little older and there was no one of her age bracket at the party. Beth had obviously noticed my interest in her and I was happy for that.

I reluctantly let go of her hand as I so needed to go to the bathroom. Not just for a pee but with that tiny spark I felt when I hit her cunny and the small clasp of her hand around mine had me literally wetting myself. I had to relieve myself quickly.

I hitched up my skirt and pushed my large panties down quickly. As my buttocks touched the cold plastic rim of the toilet I let out a little moan as it sent a little shiver through me. Then another moan as I relaxed my bladder and the strong stream of piss began to flow. As I looked down to watch my pee flowing from my hairy cunt I checked my tampon towel encased within my panties. Thankfully I knew it was near the end of my period and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of that awful smelling blood in it. Only the white pad was full of clear liquid that had seeped from within. Thank god as I’m sure the smell and sight of it dripping down my leg would have caused me the utmost of embarrassment. As the last few spurts of pee were ousted, I could not help but reach down and slide my finger between my lips. I retrieved some of the golden delight and sucked it from my finger. I love the taste of my own urine. It is the most wonderful tangy beverage I enjoy. The only better piss is that which comes straight from the source of another woman’s pussy. As I closed my eyes to enjoy my own offerings, my hand slipped down again to console my wet pussy aching for relief that this young sweet child had caused. As I rotate my index finger around my swollen clit, I feel the warmth of love for her flow through me and my mind begins to fill with images of her beautiful smiling face. Oh Beth you are so beautiful. Such perfection you posses. A child that has no rivals and one that holds my heart. I would die for her. I have felt love from a woman before, but sweet Beth has captured without knowing it my whole being and undying soul. I would do anything to hold her, to love her, and to make love to her.

My brain was going crazy trying to comprehend my love for this child . Coupled with the most intense warm flow of sexual passion running through my whole body, I was ready to explode and certainly this time I would squirt my come to the other end of the room.

FUCK! I had taken too much time, as a knock on the door broke my concentration. ‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,’ I thought, as my pissed aunt called out asking if anyone was in here.

“Won’t be a minute, Auntie,” I hollered. Mildly fucked off to say the least. Almost there. Almost there. I could have died.

I so reluctantly wiped my sodden pussy and I sucked my finger before I washed my hands and opened the door for her. For a sober person I think the smell of my divine sex in the room would have them coming in seconds. A rather wicked thought that even my aunt could not enjoy the smell of my cunt as I’m sure any other would gladly do so.

Jesus fucking ‘h’ Christ I was pissed off. Horny as hell and interrupted halfway from heaven thinking of my utmost dream — making love to the small child I adored and loved.

I put on a smile as I re-entered the living room. Everyone glanced at me and I got a sudden rush of paranoia and went red with embarrassment. I could have sworn they all knew I had been masturbating, but it was just my imagination. Even though Bethany’s mother did give me a quizzical look and a smile as I went red.

The only available seat was a large footstool so I hiked up my skirt a little and sat down. Within a second little Beth had plonked her tiny bottom on my lap. God, could today get any better? Or worse, after what has just happened?

I wrapped my arms around her and clasped my hands together. She is so small and tiny. So warm and she smells so divine as I inhaled a whiff of scent from her hair. I knew fine well my pussy was going to explode if I didn’t get the chance to finish myself off. Minutes ago all it took was a fleeting touch and a her small hand in mine to get me going, and now I had her in my arms and her small pert bottom sat right on my swollen crotch. Her small arms reached around my neck and with her face right in front of me I couldn’t help myself. With no thought of reluctance or anyone looking on, I instantly puckered my lips and kissed her. It was only a peck but Beth did not seem at all surprised. She smiled as I pulled away and no one took any notice of my small stolen kiss. I was writhing a little as my clit enlarged even more. Could my cunt swell any more? I had never felt such a sexual passion like this before. Love and passion are two completely different things, but add them together and you have a recipe for total euphoria or total abandonment and destruction of what is most dear to you. I wanted the first as I could not imagine losing Beth.

I was so in love with Beth that I could not stop giving her small kisses on her cheek and she did not seem to mind.

“Is she bothering you?” her mother called over.

Beth looked over to her, and I replied, “No, no, she’s absolutely fine. She’s no trouble.”

As I spoke Beth had swivelled around to look at her mother with a little displeased look as if to say stop making a fuss. That’s what I thought she meant anyway. My little fantasy was that she wanted to be with me and learn how to kiss and enjoy my tender loving arms caressing her tiny body.

I was so close to the truth in a sense.

When Beth swivelled around her short legs had straddled my right leg . My skirt had been pushed up a little further and I quickly pulled it between my legs to cover my crotch. All eyes were thankfully averted. I did however notice a most pleasing warmth on my leg. I couldn’t believe it. Beth had either inadvertently or by choice hitched up her skirt and here she was. This young nine-year-old child straddling my leg with her young, smooth, warm bald pussy with only a fraction of a millimetre of material stopping me from feeling her beautiful vagina against my skin. I held her again this time my hands rested upon her belly. I could feel her ribs through her t-shirt, and the slow expansion of her torso as she breathed. My head rested on her left shoulder so I could peer around the room watching everyone and hoping they would not think anything untoward was going on.

All I wanted to do was kiss her neck, rub my hands all over her chest, and touch her tiny nipples. I could however smell her. The sweet scent of apples in her hair, and how fresh her skin smelt. A smell I had never really experienced before. It is a unique smell a child has. Every one is different but still all are divine. I am told it disappears as we get older, which is such a shame as it is to me the most perfect smell (bar one other) in the whole world.

I sat there with my mind swimming with sexual images and feelings of overpowering love for Beth that I didn’t notice what she was doing at first.

Beth had began to gently and slowly rock her tiny hips. My eyes widened as I could not believe what she was doing. The innocent image I had of this child had just gone out the window. Was she actually doing what I thought she was doing? This sweet innocent child. This sweet perfect child. She was actually rubbing herself, her sweet warm vagina, on my leg. I was mortified and so fucking full of bliss that my consciousness could have made me faint with the sexual impulses running through me right now.

I sat with my arms around her and I knew she knew what she was doing, but I could not believe it. The slow almost unnoticeable rocking over my leg was almost too much to bear. A room full of people, and here a child was fucking my leg. A young sweet innocent nine-year-old girl was getting herself off right in front of her own parents and family friends. On my leg for Christ’s sake.

I felt the warmth get even hotter and hotter, and as I held her tighter and tighter, I hoped to god she wouldn’t moan out loud. I could feel her tiny body quivering with pleasure as her tiny pussy smeared her gooey juices over my bare skin.

Then it happened. I felt her body stiffen and I could almost feel the euphoria within her.

I remember the feeling I had when I first came. Was this her first time? Surely not. She must have done this before. Maybe like myself. Humping a pillow or even a favourite cuddly toy.

Those new sensations. The giddiness of excitement. How new and overpowering it was.

I had my first orgasm when I was her age. Nine years old. I was at a sleepover and there were four of us all masturbating together. The eldest was called Tiffany and her older sister had showed her how to finger herself and she was showing all of us how to do it.

That first time was so special. I remember the pain of pushing a finger inside myself, but it was such a nice feeling. So tight, warm and gooey inside. The smell of four girls in one room made it even better. Most of the time we couldn’t stop but really harshly rub our tiny clits as it gave us the most stimulation.

The euphoria of that night will always remain strong inside me till I die.

Beth will be having those same sensations. The loss of any thoughts in your head. The dizziness. The feeling of your whole body relaxing yet it tenses up as it flows through you. It is such a mammoth feeling. It is like nothing you can describe. Call it euphoria, heaven, or something else. It cannot be equalled by anything else. Its pleasure is unimaginable. It starts in your head and then your toes. Welling inside as it creeps down from your head and up from your toes. Reaching inside caressing every nerve inside you. As your whole body is consumed it opens you up and then the release is, is. Oh god the release is, well so…

You girls know what I’m talking about. Sorry guys, you’ll never know what us girls feel and don’t even get me started on the multiple side.

I feel Beth’s little girly cum all over the top of my leg and I love her for it. I know from now on she can sit on my lap whenever se wants to. I want to slip my hand between her legs and taste her divine come. I can smell her and she is the sweetest-smelling child I have ever had the pleasure of.

Beth will never know of my undivided, undying love I have for her. She will never know of my desires for her or the passion she gives me. I love her so much, but as I look over her shoulder I see her mother.

Eyes that at first scare me, but then I see a certain glint.

She knows…… she knows.

THE END

By Nellie of Sweden

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

Back in 1997 I worked for a worldwide company in Sweden, and in the early summer my boss told me he wanted me to attend the annual company convention in Helsinki. My employer would gladly have paid for a plane ticket, but I’m a little afraid of flying so I decided to make it a combination of business and pleasure. I took a few extra days off for shopping and sightseeing and mostly to get the extra time to travel by boat from Stockholm.

While waiting in line to board the ferryboat I noticed a young mother some distance in front of me. She had two princess-like daughters who looked about 10 and 7. All three of them were wearing similar dresses and had blond curly hair. Just seeing them got my imagination going, and I had to tell myself no a lot of times.

Suddenly the little one turned around and looked straight at me. When she saw I was watching her, she gave me a pretty smile and I of course smiled back. Then she looked up at her mother and said something, and the woman turned her head and looked at me too.

Aboard the MS Cinderella I soon found my cabin and settled in. I took the small champagne bottle from the minibar and poured myself a glass. For a while I just sat there enjoying my champagne and the fantastic view passing through Stockholm’s wonderful archipelago. My thoughts wandered away and I remembered the little smiling princess from earlier. I imagined her on the bed in my cabin slowly taking her clothes off, caressing her sweet little hairless pussy and calling me Mummy when asking me to make love to her.

But dreams are just dreams and my stomach reminded me there is a reality too. I was starving, so I put my makeup on and a nice dress and went out to find the dining room. A nice old fashioned Scandinavian smorgasbord was just what I needed right then.

After I had taken my first tour around the gigantic smorgasbord and filled my plate with lots of delicious food, the “pretty three” (as I called them in my mind) appeared. They were shown to the table next to mine and it pleased me a lot getting such a nice view during my dinner.

The mother had her back at me and the older girl sat on the side of the table that I couldn’t see. But the youngest girl was sitting right in front of me and I had to control myself not to be too obvious.

When I’d had enough of the salmon, shrimp, herring, and everything else I got myself a cup of black coffee and leaned back in my comfortable chair resting my eyes on the little minx a few meters from me.

Suddenly she gave me a conspiring smile and this time I didn’t look away. As in a trance I watched her smiling and sticking out the tip of her tongue looking a little naughty. I almost didn’t believe my own eyes when I saw her slowly pulling her dress up showing me her lovely thighs. I couldn’t help myself from staring, and the little girl smiled even wider as she slowly she parted her legs.

She spread them slowly, bit by bit until I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I blushed like a schoolgirl and turned to look at her face again. She put a finger across her lips to tell me that this was our secret, hers and mine, and I smiled and nodded my head.

Then they all went to the table of desserts to get ice cream and stuff and when they came back the girls switched places so the older girl was in my sight. I looked at her and she noticed a couple of times. But she didn’t smile or do any of the things her baby sister had done. Instead she leaned towards her mother and said something. All three of them talked for a while, and then the mother got up and came over to my table.

“Is there a problem?” she said. “My daughter says you’re staring at her! Why?”

I was so embarrassed I could have died and I felt my face turning deeply red. I stuttered, almost couldn’t talk at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t…”

The young pretty lady suddenly smiled and sat down. She put her hand on mine and looked straight into my eyes.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she said in a much softer tone of voice. “But Evelina is a bit shy sometimes to strangers. Not at all like her little sister Elin — she can’t even spell the word shy.”

“No… I noticed,” I said, quite relieved that she wasn’t mad at me.

“I’m Annika,” she said. “And we’re in cabin 589 if you’d care to visit us later. And…. I didn’t catch your name…”

“I’m Nellie,” I said. “And I think you have a lovely pair of daughters! I envy you, to tell you the truth.”

“So… you don’t have kids?”

“No, I don’t! But I really love children!”

Annika smiled. “Yeah, I’ve noticed! Especially girls, huh?”

I blushed again and before I had the time to answer she got up to return to her girls. But first she smiled and squeezed my hand.

“589,” she said. “Don’t forget!”

Forget? How could I forget THAT?

Annika and her daughters soon left the restaurant and I sat there alone for a while before returning to my cabin.

Going there, I passed 589. Actually it was rather close and just seeing the magic number made my heart beat faster and harder. I heard laughter and giggling from inside and decided that I would go there as soon as I had calmed down a little and made sort of a plan on how to act when I got there. I had to get my hopes down because I realized that I could have misunderstood the things Annika had said.

I took a quick shower to rinse the sweat off my body. In case something really would happen, I wanted to smell nice.

Less than an hour later I knocked on the door with the number 589 and Annika opened. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She had showered too.

So had the girls. They were in their pj’s on the big double bed. Evelina’s were light purple colored and Elin’s were girlish pink with a rabbit on her tummy

Their cabin was much bigger than mine, a so called luxury cabin. I sat down in a little sofa by the window and Annika gave me a drink. Elin smiled at me and came toward me in her pretty little pj’s.

“Hi, I’m Elin,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Cornelia,” I said. “But everybody calls me Nellie.”

“Are you gonna play with us tonight?” she said. “Mummy sometimes invites nice ladies to play with her and us.”

“Well… I don’t know…” I stuttered, surprised over her bluntness.

“Elin, take it easy,” Annika said. “Give Nellie some peace and quiet!”

Elin looked at her mother.

“But Mummy… she likes me! I know she does. I saw it at the restaurant. Didn’t I, Aunt Nellie? Didn’t you smile when I showed you my… you know…”

“Oh, Elin,” Annika said. “You didn’t do THAT again, did you? How many times do I have to tell you not to show your privates to strangers? It might be dangerous, you know! Not everybody is nice!”

“Aunt Nellie is,” Elin said with a big smile. “Aren’t you, Aunt Nellie?”

“Well… I sure try to be,” I said.

Annika sat down beside me and gave me a new drink. She turned to look at me and started talking slowly.

“Elin noticed you watching her, so I let them switch places just to check you out. I’m sorry we fooled you a little there but I have to be sure about people before I let them come close to us. Evelina also saw you watching her and she didn’t mind at all. I only said that to see how you would react. It usually takes me a few minutes to find out the character of the person I’m speaking to. But with you it was a little different! I was almost sure you were like me even before talking to you. Sometimes you just know!”

I slowly nodded my head and smiled at Annika. “Yes! I couldn’t agree more! It’s hard to explain, but sometimes you just know.”

Annika smiled and put her arm around me. Evelina looked at us from the bed and smiled. Elin started to jump up and down in front of us.

“Kiss her, Mummy! Kiss her lips! She wants you too, I can tell! Right, Aunt Nellie?”

I couldn’t help laughing, but Annika looked into my eyes and smiled.

“Do you?” she whispered.

I didn’t say anything. I just put my arm around Annika’s neck and parted my lips a little. She smiled again and then she pressed her soft lips against mine and her tongue into my open mouth.

Little Elin went absolutely crazy. Jumping up and down, dancing and singing.

“They’re kissing, they’re kissing,” she sang and I saw Evelina looking a little embarrassed over her sister’s behavior.

Annika put her hand on my left breast and kissed me once more. She opened two buttons on my blouse and her hand came inside caressing me through the lace bra. Little Elin started to climb up on us and wanted to take part in the making out.

“Move away a little, Mummy,” she said impatiently. “I want to kiss her too.”

Annika laughed a little.

“Hey there, you little brat,” she said. “Are you sure Nellie wants to? Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe she only likes grown women and not little brats like you.”

Elin looked a little offended but then she looked at me. “You’re never wrong about those things,” she said and then turned to me. “Can I, Aunt Nellie?” she said. “Would you kiss me too?”

I smiled at the little angel-faced darling sitting on my lap. “I would be happy to,” I said. “But on one condition!”

“What?”

“Please stop calling me Aunt! Just say Nellie, please!”

Elin smiled and nodded her head yes. Annika caressed her hair gently pushing her closer to me.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered. “Show Nellie what a great kisser you are.”

And she was! She sure was! Our tongues danced around for what felt like an eternity. In my mouth and in Elin’s. My nipples were rock hard and between my legs there was an ocean of pussy juices. I couldn’t help moaning a little. The little girl made me hotter than I’d ever been and I sighed happily when I felt a little hand coming inside my blouse and down inside my bra.

“Elin… not so fast,” Annika said.

I assured her it was completely OK with me and Annika smiled again.

“It’s OK for you to touch her too,” she said. “Isn’t it Elin?”

“Yes, Mummy!”

We continued kissing and I gently stroked Elin’s back and took her firm little butt in my hands and squeezed it. She moaned a little and whispered in my ear.

“Inside, please! Put your hands inside!”

Holding my breath from excitement I let my hands slip down Elin’s pajama bottoms. Her legs were already spread wide apart since she was sitting across my legs.

My fingertips could feel the softness of Elin’s puffy pussy lips and the moisture in the little slit between them.

“Yessss,” the little girl moaned when I gently tickled her hard little clit. “Oh, I love that! Please don’t stop, Aunt…. Sorry, I mean Nellie!”

One of Annika’s hands joined mine in Elin’s pajama pants and she caressed my hand.

“Give her a finger,” she whispered. “She loves to be finger fucked in both holes. But only one to start with… after all, she’s only seven!”

“No, I’m almost eight,” Elin said in the same offended tone that she used earlier. “I’m a big girl!”

“Yes, you are,” I said. “A big lovely little girl and I really love your body!”

I kissed her again and then I heard a little sound from the bed. Evelina! I had totally forgotten about her. She had taken her pj’s off and now was wearing only a pair of silk panties. Her hand was inside them, masturbating, and her face was red.

“Mummy,” she said. “Can’t you let Elin play with Nellie herself? I’m lonely here…”

Annika got up and went over to the bed. She opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Naked she went to bed with her oldest daughter.

“Please forgive me, my darling Evie,” Annika said. “Let Mummy make it up to you! I’m so sorry!”

She took Evelina in her arms and they started kissing. I watched them over Elin’s tiny shoulder as I slowly pushed my smallest finger inside her tight little child vagina. Elin moaned out loud as my finger gently penetrated her little love canal. I finger-fucked her for a while and then switched fingers so she had my index finger in her little cunt and the next one in her asshole. My other hand concentrated on her clitoris which was swollen and hard. Elin was completely wild from excitement and I could feel she was getting close to orgasm. I fucked her a little harder and whispered in her ear. “Yeah, baby! That’s it! Come for me, baby! Let yourself go!”

Elin screamed out loud when she reached her climax and I had to hold my mouth over hers so people wouldn’t hear us in the neighbor cabins. Afterwards she just collapsed in my arms and couldn’t speak or move for minutes. Then she gave me a soft kiss and hugged my neck.

“I liked that,” she said. “You are just as good as Mummy! Most women aren’t, you know. Some are too careful to really make me cum and some others are too rough. Like… almost raping me, you know?”

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Thank you, baby,” I said. “I think I know what little girls like you want and like because I’ve been one myself!”

Elin looked confused.

“Yeah, but… hasn’t everybody? Grownups, I mean?”

“Yes, every woman has been a little girl, but not all of them have experienced sex when they were seven or eight like you and me!”

I told her of how I was seduced by my beloved cousin Erica when I was just her age. Then I looked up again to see what went on in the bed. Annika had taken Evelina’s silk panties off so they were both naked, Evelina on her back with her legs wide open and Annika’s hand caressing her soaking wet pussy. I could see a little puffiness under her pink nipples. She was about to start growing breasts of her own. But her pussy was still sweet and hairless just as I like them best. Annika removed her hand from Evelina’s pussy and started to suck her own fingers, one by one, making mmmm-sounds.

“Eat me, Mummy! Please eat my pussy, Evelina whispered. I’m so wet and hot from watching Elin being fucked by Nellie.”

I got up from the sofa and came towards the bed. I looked at Evelina with a smile.

“Would it be OK if… if I did it instead of Mummy,” I asked.

Evelina blushed slightly and giggled a little. “Yeah… I guess,” she said.

“Hold on a little,” Annika said. “Somebody isn’t naked yet! Girls, let’s undress her!”

She and Evelina got up from the bed and Evelina came into my open arms and I kissed her. She was also a fantastic kisser, just like her sister and her mother.

Hands were all over my body and my clothes almost flew away, item by item. Annika pushed her daughters aside for a bit and came to kiss me herself.

“I hope you don’t regret coming here,” she said.

“You know I don’t! You’re wonderful, all three of you!”

“Thank you! Now it’s your turn to try what we call ‘The Larsson Treatment.'”

A little hand came down my panties just as she spoke. It was Elin who wanted to feel my pussy.

“Mummy,” she yelled, “Nellie hasn’t any hair at all!”

Annika smiled and looked at me. I realized she wanted me to ask about ‘The Larsson Treatment’ so I did, and she smiled even wider.

“Get on your back and spread those legs and the Larsson girls will show you. And if you want something to eat… well, today we have eleven-year-old girl pussy! How does that sound?”

My knees were trembling and I was glad to lie down. As soon as my head had landed on the pillow Evelina came and put one knee on each side of my head and her lovely pussy just over my mouth. I started licking and sucking and at the same time Annika and little Elin started to kiss my tits and Annika’s hand caressed my soaking wet pussy with one hand. Mother and daughter kissed their way down my body licking my stomach and inner thighs. They were talking to each other all the time, telling each other what they felt about my body and what they were going to do to me next.

Soon they were both between my legs taking turns licking my pussy and fingering me in both holes. Now and then they stopped and I both felt and heard them kissing each other down there while I ate the marvellous pussy of 11-year-old Evelina, making her orgasm again and again.

At last Evelina fell off me and collapsed beside me, just like I did myself the first time I sat on somebody’s face. I held her in my arms and we kissed and cuddled. Her mother and sister had turned to making love to each other instead of to me and Annika tried to do a 69 with Elin. But the difference in height between them made that position impossible, so she just threw Elin on her back and ate her out.

After a while we all rested on the king-sized bed, Annika to the right and Elin beside her. Next to Elin it was me and Evelina at the left side of the bed.

“Well, Nellie,” Annika said. “What are you going to do in Helsinki? Or will you go back directly on the same boat?”

“I’m going to a company convention,” I said.

“OK… sounds fun,” she said with a laugh. “We’re going to a hotel outside town. Just for having fun! We’ll stay for three days and then go back home. I would really love it if you would come with us! I bet there will be other conventions! But maybe you prefer conventions instead of … The Larsson Treatment!?”

We all giggled like crazy, and at that moment I decided that even if it would cost me my job I was going with them.

We fell asleep soon after that and when we awoke the next morning we were getting close to Helsinki. We had breakfast together and then I want out on deck and opened my purse to find my cell phone.

“Martinsson,” came a voice at the other end.

“Hi Gustav, it’s me, Nellie! I’m almost in Helsinki now, but I’m afraid I won’t be attending the convention today. I’ve had some stomach problems and almost haven’t slept.”

“Well, of course you must take care of your health first of all! I do hope it’s nothing serious!”

“No… it’s probably just something I ate! But I think I’ve found a treatment that might work! The Larsson treatment!”

THE END

By Rebecka

There were no flares left. The last one had gone into the snow fifteen minutes before. Wrapped in the blanket up to our necks, we awaited the inevitable. Both of us knew, though neither would say, that Mr. Sanford wouldn’t be back. At least, not until after the storm. I had my arm around Agnes’s waist, she mine. We were very sad. She laid her head on my shoulder.

“We’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course we will,” I said. We’d only a minute before emerged from our cocoon. As I’d told Agnes earlier, the bus was no colder than the temperature outside — frigid, but bearable under the blankets. We could stay like this all night, if need be. That was fortunate, because it was looking like we would. Other than my worry about Mr. Sanford’s fate, however, I wasn’t particularly bothered. I tightened my grip around Agnes’ waist.

“I’m kinda glad we’re on this bus,” she said. “Except, for, you know…”

“I know.” I turned my head and kissed her hair. Our recent adventure beneath the blankets had left my jaw sore and my tongue aching wonderfully. Agnes had complained about the same thing. As kissing sessions went, it had been a marathon.

Under the blanket our coats were open, and our bras undone; I had unbuttoned Agnes’ shirt. If my right hand weren’t presently keeping the blankets closed, it would be caressing her breasts. I enjoyed what her left hand was doing to mine. It kept me pleasantly distracted.

“Can I ask a question?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said happily.

“Tomorrow, when they come for us…?”

I raised my head from hers. “What?”

“What?” I asked again when she refused to answer. Finally, she spoke.

“Don’t let it go back to the way it was before.”

I craned my head around to look at her face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know that the cool chick always panics the next day. You’ll be embarrassed by me, or terrified people will think you’re a freak, or afraid your friends will dump you.”

“Agnes–” I started to interrupt.

“Hear me out. I’m afraid you’ll fall into a sexual-identity crisis and deny anything ever existed between us. Not just to your friends, but to yourself. And you’re not the only one, El. I’m afraid it’ll happen to me, too. I know everyone thinks I’m a lezzie already — don’t lie, you know it’s true — but I’m really not. I’m just like you. For the most part, I’ve always been attracted to boys, but the instant I met you I lost interest in anyone, male or female. There is no one else but you. And I know, I must be totally freaking you out,” she said, laughing bitterly.

Instead of answering, I wrapped both arms around Agnes and drew her to me as tightly as possible. I knew she was right. I had recently watched a movie where that exact thing had happened. Two young girls, our ages in fact, one popular like me, the other one shy and friendless like Agnes, came together by chance, just like Agnes and I. Though nothing had happened between the two but soul-baring and a bit of innocent necking, the next day my counterpart succumbed to sexual-identity freak-out. I didn’t want that happening to Agnes and I. I wouldn’t let that happen to Agnes and I.

Releasing her, I made a crossing gesture over my chest. “I, Ellen Olson, do solemnly swear that I am now best friends for life with Agnes Ahlerg and that, short of converting to Judaism, I will do nothing to ostracize her from my life, for as long as she wants me, or we can stand being around each other. First one to cheat on the other with a boy, though, and the deal is off,” I prevaricated.

She laughed. She kissed me. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” I reciprocated. The words sounded completely truthful leaving my mouth. I wondered if I meant them. I had no doubt she meant hers.

Our moment of silence was interrupted visually. Outside in the snow, Mr. Sanford’s final beacon of hope sputtered, flared and died into darkness. I winced, feeling Agnes wince beside me. I looked forlornly at the spot as the final entrails of smoke were whipped away by the wind. Without the reflected red glare, the inside of the bus seemed nearly lightless. I wondered if it was enough light to alert anyone to our presence or guide them home. I doubted it seriously. Worse, the sense of doom deepened in the absence of light.

I shivered convulsively. Agnes clutched me tightly.

“I’m glad I have you,” she whispered.

“I’m glad I have you, too. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be stranded with on a volcanic island.”

“Lost, this isn’t,” she countered.

“It’s not even Lost in Space,” I said, striving for buoyancy. “Where’s a coconut when you need one?”

Agnes giggled and kissed my throat. Shifting, I let her know it was time to re-cocoon ourselves. Lifting the blankets over our heads, we worked, and then reworked the folds until they were acceptably tight, and then settled inward against each other. I let my right hand steal into her open shirt and claim a prize.

“I wish we could lay down,” she said.

“So do I,” I sighed wistfully. “Then I could take off your clothes and make mad, passionate love to you.”

“We can’t do that here?”

“You want a ruptured disk? Or a hernia?” I suddenly became aware that I had to pee. “Dammit,” I murmured.

“What?”

“I have to go pee.”

“So do I. I’ve had to for hours.”

I blinked at her in the darkness. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I really don’t want to think about baring my backside and chancing peeing myself. Can you imagine?”

I had peed myself before — more rightly, the back of my jeans and my panties — and had no desire whatsoever to repeat the disaster, not in freezing cold weather. It wasn’t like I had clean ones to put on.

“I guess we could do it off the stoop into the snow. I could hold you steady, and you me. That might work.”

“Or maybe the back of the bus?” I suggested.

“That’s an idea,” she replied, her tone sounding hopeful. “At least we wouldn’t have to worry about falling into the snow. That would be horrible.” I could mentally see her face pinching; a backward drop, not only into freezing cold snow, but also into our own pee. Wonderful. I liked the back of the bus idea even better.

“Let’s go,” I said, throwing back the blankets. “You have any tissue in your backpack?” I looked for mine, remembered that it was halfway down the bus.

Unscissoring my legs, I got up stiffly and stumbled my way down the isle where I grabbed my bag from beneath the seat. I really had to pee. My bladder was bursting. Rooting around the inside, I came up with a crumpled McDonald’s napkin. Continuing the search, I came up with another stray, and then a third. I held up my treasure, grinning.

Walking down the isle with her backpack in one hand, a plastic package of tissues in the other, Agnes grinned back.

“A regular Girl Scout,” I observed. “Always prepared.”

Joining me, she dropped her backpack on the seat alongside mine, and we continued down the isle toward the back, both undoing our belts and jeans as we went. I didn’t like the idea of peeing on the carpeting, but there was nothing we could do about it, and besides, it would keep pee from rolling up the isle as it might do otherwise, were the flooring rubber. The truth was, I didn’t give a shit if someone complained — they weren’t stuck on the bus in the middle of a snowstorm. Let them suspend me.

I wiggled my jeans and panties down to mid-thigh, watched as Agnes uncomfortably did the same, not bothering to hide my curiosity about her womanhood. To my intense surprise, I saw that she was completely clean-shaven, not a suggestion of black visible. That I hadn’t expected.

“You shave?” I blurted out. “In the wintertime?” The last time my own pubes had been touched by a razor was Labor Day. I was suddenly self-conscious about the sparse, yet noticeable blond hair between my legs. I crouched and pinched my legs together, hiding myself. To my chagrin, it was suddenly difficult to pee. Evidently, Agnes experienced the same difficulty, because it was suddenly very silent on that bus. I prayed I wouldn’t pass gas and embarrass myself further.

A deep redness rose up Agnes’s throat and commandeered her face. She grinned helplessly, adding to her embarrassment. “What?” she objected, trying to deflect my perceived teasing.

“Nothing,” I said, shoving away the image of me spreading Agnes’ legs, kissing her wetness, licking her. My heartbeat surged and suddenly, I found it very difficult to breathe. It was the first time I had actually envisioned ourselves having sex. Though disturbing, I realized I wanted it very much. I wondered if she wanted me.

“I can’t pee.” Her voice was exasperated.

“Me neither.”

“I’ve peed before. I never had any problem any other time. Well, not like this, anyway,” she amended. “I was embarrassed, but that was because I thought guys might see me.”

I smiled inwardly. “No reason to be embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed. Are you?”

Looking out the corner of my eye, I saw her grinning. A moment later, a scatter of urine peppered the carpet between her legs, quickly strengthening into a torrent, like she hadn’t gone in a week. My own bladder let loose then and pee gushed out of me like out of a fire hose. Fragrant steam rose from between our legs. We both started giggling, both nearly losing our balance because we shook so hard. I had to put a hand down behind me to catch myself; Agnes rocked forward protectively and put down both of hers. We couldn’t stop laughing.

“Stop!” I wailed.

“You stop!”

Wiping myself and dropping the tissues on the floor, I struggled erect and worked my clothes back over my hips. I straightened my panties, still laughing uproariously, zipped my jeans and attempted to up do my belt. We staggered forward up the isle, bumping and poking each other until we reached the seat behind the driver’s seat and sat down. Pretzeling our legs beneath us, we helped each other re-envelop ourselves in the shroud. We were still laughing uproariously.

“I love you,” she told me again.

“I love you, too.”

With no resistance, I slid Agnes’ shirt back over her shoulders, pulled it down her arms and dropped it in her lap. She shrugged and removed her bra herself, holding it her hands. I knew without sight that her nipples were achingly hard and begging to be touched. I let her know that I wanted out of my sweater and between the two of us, got it over my head. To save room, I pushed it out beneath my leg and let it drop to the floor, something I would regret later when I had to put it on again. Who says wool doesn’t get cold?

Agnes pushed the straps of my bra back over my shoulders, slid them down my arms and handed it to me. “God,” she whispered. “Please don’t let anyone find this bus… not just yet, anyhow.” I wondered if there was a way to turn off the emergency lights, felt guilty for even thinking something so selfish. “I really meant what I said earlier. About us laying down?”

I heard her sigh. She moaned a moment later when I placed my hands over her breasts. She took mine, fondled them lovingly. We played with each other’s nipples as we kissed.

As it turned out, we were able to lie down… after a fashion. Two blankets below us to insulate from the coldness of the vinyl seats, two above, though it took constant vigilance to make sure they covered us completely. Most of the time our feet stuck out in the isle, unprotected, and there was no ignoring the air turning our calves, feet and toes into flesh popsicles. At some point Agnes made the suggestion that we shed our shoes and warm our feet against each other before they fell off from frostbite. This was not as easily accomplished as you might imagine; not with jeans down around our ankles.

“I’m not getting completely naked,” I objected, even as I struggled to lever the heel of my shoe off my right foot.

Grunting, Agnes tried to unlace her boots. The idea of being completely naked with her between the blankets had me extraordinarily horny. I felt like a balloon; blown up to the bursting point, ready to explode at the least increase of pressure, no matter from inside or out. My heart thudded and blood pounded in my ears. I was breathless from so much kissing. My tongue and jaw muscles ached terribly. Incredibly, I knew what Agnes felt like inside. I shivered, just thinking about it. With her help, I had located and played with her clitoris, and she with mine. It was our first time ever. I had tasted her. She had haltingly tasted me. We had tasted ourselves, together. I liked her flavor better than mine. I wanted to taste her from the source, but so far, that hadn’t been possible.

“Wait!” I said, huffing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I got a cramp. I think I got a cramp.” I waited a long second, hoping the muscle spasm would go away, but it didn’t. “Shit,” I said when it only grew worse. Flexing my foot only made the damned thing worse still, just as it always did when I got a cramp. I never imagined being naked with someone could be so much trouble.

“Wait,” Agnes said. “Fold your legs up between us.”

Doing as she suggested, I turned completely on my side with my back against the seat back, drew my knees up to my chest and let Agnes attack my calf with her fingertips.

“The other one, Agnes!”

Grunting impatiently, she switched calves and attacked the bunched up muscles with painful intensity. I grit my teeth and sucked in air. “Don’t stop!” I cried. “That’s helping!” Little by little, her strong fingers kneaded the pain and tightness out of muscles until finally, with a grumbling acceptance, the cramp let go. I breathed out in grateful relief — and then gasped.

“Agnes!”

She had just run her fingertips down my butt crack and located my clenched asshole. “What are you doing?” Every muscle in my body tensioned.

She began to rhythmically circle her fingertip on my small button. “I do this to myself,” she whispered. “I’ve always liked it.”

I liked it too, though I was too embarrassed to tell her that. “You are such a naughty girl,” I said.

“Do you like it?”

“Would you like me to do it to you?”

“I’d like that very much,” she said throatily.

I was discovering a whole new Agnes here, wasn’t I? I wondered what else I’d find out about her. I gasped again, as the tip of her middle finger slipped in my hole up to the first knuckle.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s…very different,” I admitted. I knew guys liked to mess around with a girl’s asshole, loved to plug it up with their cocks if given the opportunity, but Agnes was the first girl I’d known to admit an interest in having it done to her. Usually, at least among my friends, anal — or the thought of it — was endured, not than enjoyed. Her finger entered me up to the second knuckle, and I shuddered.

“Unless you tell me to stop,” she said. “I’m gonna keep going.” Even as she threatened this her finger slid in another half-knuckle. She was not merely invading me, but intent on exploring my insides. I felt the finger pressing against the wall of my rectum, forcing my vagina against my bladder and compressing it. It made me want to pee.

“I amend what I said before: You are really naughty.” I bent forward and kissed her on the lips. Her finger continued its inward journey until stopped by the palm of her hand. She continued to lever it forward into my privates. I think she had my uterus this time. At least the pressure was gone from my bladder. I felt the blush deepen in my face. What an experience.

“I can stop, if you don’t like this,” she whispered.

“Please don’t.”

I imagined her doing this to herself, realizing after a moment that the only way possible to finger yourself so thoroughly was on your hands and knees, in a doggie position. The thought of her doing that, with the middle finger of her free hand up her vagina was too much for me. I audibly moaned. Of course, the finger inside me redoubled its efforts to map my insides. I moaned again, bent forward and put my forehead against her shoulder. I marveled at the energy level between my legs. I began to moan continuously, little jolts of electricity clenching my muscles, making me jerk, making me mumble pleading little noises.

Without me really knowing it, Agnes removed my shoes and socks with her free hand, worked me out of my jeans and panties and then removed her own. She clutched me to her, still doubled up, and used the fingers of her left hand to totally destroy me with her attack on my panic button. I was conscious of making a horrible noise in my chest and begging to have this torture stop. I fought, oh God did I fight against the orgasm she relentlessly was pushing me toward, my first at the hands of another person. Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“AhhhhhhhhgodddddddddddAgnesssssssss!”

Wave after wave piled up and crashed over me. I wound my arms around my knees and clamped them to my chest. I tried to gasp, but air refused to enter my lungs. The fingers between my legs stopped momentarily, and then the one on my clitoris went crazy while the one up my behind remained absolutely still. Impossibly, Agnes made my orgasm even more intense.

“Noooooooooooooo!” I moaned. “Stoppppppppp!”

But there was no stopping Agnes. She had her finger finely attuned to my horrible convulsions — and every time I thought I’d died, and crossed over the threshold to Heaven, she would ruthlessly yank me back to the world of the living again. I had my mouth open and hitched in miniscule breaths, choking to get them out again. My eyes were riveted shut, my every muscle spasming. She absolutely refused to let me stop coming.

“Please! Please! Please!” I begged. “Agnes…Please!”

I began to caterwaul uncontrollably and suddenly her finger was away from my clit, she ripped the finger of her other hand out of my rectum, wrapped her arms around my back and clung to me fiercely. She laughed evilly as the convulsions slowly but inexorably drained out of my body.

Five minutes later, shaking like a jellyfish, I wrenched my head off her shoulder and looked at her cross-eyed. “You are such a bitch!”

Exhausted, I collapsed against her and let her cuddle me like a baby while she laughed both herself, and me to sleep.

And this was how they found us, five hours later.

*****

The whole school knew, of course. But our ordeal, plus the death of Mr. Sanford, somehow moderated the mess. We took a lot of looks in the next week, and whispering behind cupped hands, but surprisingly, the student body seemed almost understanding about it. No one acted surprised at all that Agnes became my new best friend, nor did any of my girlfriends object to her presence at our lunch table, and later, within the group itself. Like Dana Hillborne, she was transformed by their attention. Agnes flowered into a very beautiful, if somewhat domineering young lady.

This was five years ago. Though everyone knew, we chose not to come out to our parents until the first year of college. We attend Minnesota State University at Mankato. Rather than chance being separated into different dorm rooms, with the help of our parents we took a two-bedroom apartment in one of the off-campus student housing centers. (Two bedrooms, to keep up appearances.) We are two months into our first semester of higher learning.

“Oh, you’ve made surprising headway,” Agnes says. Her hair, worn short for the last three years, is nearly back to the length it was our first night together. I so much like it better long. Mine is the same as it ever was. Looking up and over my shoulder, I let her kiss me. I let her run a hand down the front of my shirt and fondle my breast. I moan with pleasure into her mouth.

“Did you miss me?” she asks.

“I always miss you,” I say, returning to the computer screen. It’s a Macbook, just like hers. We both have Apples.

“Wow, thirty-three pages. You are being long-winded, aren’t you, sweetie.”

“A lot happened that night,” I remind her. I watch in the reflection of the glossy screen as she strips out of her top and reaches up behind her back. I grin as the bra falls away from her tiny breasts. My nipples harden automatically.

“A lot of private stuff, yeah. How much are you putting in?”

“All of it. Everything that I can remember, anyway.”

“And some you made up?”

“I can’t think of anything I made up,” I counter. “There wasn’t a lot to make up about that night. We did just about everything.”

“We did, didn’t we?” she says, smiling in reflection.

I love it when she smiles. She has the prettiest smile. It’s one of the things I love about her most. And no, I haven’t agreed to convert to Judaism. Not yet, anyway. Although I’m thinking about it. I’m wondering how my mom would react to me becoming Mrs. Agnes Ahlberg.

THE END

By Rebecka

It was half an hour later. Agnes and I sat side by side on the seat directly behind Mr. Sanford’s driver’s seat, wrapped in all four blankets, staring out the doors. Strangely, they hadn’t iced up the way the windows had. I didn’t understand it; I was just grateful.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I asked. The words came out barely recognizable. Both Agnes and I were erupting in uncontrollable spasms of shaking. I had my hands jammed in my pockets, and my chin buried in the zipped up collar of my coat. My legs were freezing inside the thin lining of my Levi’s; my toes were numb.

“Sure he is,” Agnes replied unconvincingly. “He’s probably reached a house, called the police, and is on his way back right now.”

Outside, the second flare sputtered and died. Without thinking, I stood up, yanked open the doors and dropped down into the well. We were starting on our second half hour. How long could someone, even well bundled up as Mr. Sanford was, survive in this cold? On the good side, I could still see where he’d plowed through the snow, which I hadn’t been able to fifteen minutes before. The wind blew just as hard, but there was less snow obscuring my vision. Unfortunately, the temperature hadn’t improved at all.

“Mr. Sanford?” I hollered. I heard nothing but the howling wind. Digging the flare out of my pocket, I freed the lid and struck the top across the button. Even before it had begun to properly spew fire, I pitched it into the flare crater, scrambled back up the steps and wrenched closed the door.

“Jesus Christ, it’s cold outside!” I jammed my hands back in my pockets and sat down beside Agnes. She immediately flung the blanket around my shoulders and secured it in the front. For the hundredth time, I cursed my stupidity in not bringing my gloves. No, what I cursed was my laziness in not looking for them this morning.

“Thanks,” I said through chattering teeth. As I had been for the last half hour, I was intensely aware of our close proximity…and the discomfort it caused us both. Agnes had remained quiet throughout the ordeal, speaking only in reply to a comment or question. It was driving me crazy. What was also driving me crazy was the growing certainty that I liked being wrapped in a blanket with her.

“What if he really doesn’t come back?” I moaned. I forcibly pushed aside the scenarios running in my mind about Mr. Sanford wandering around in circles, stepping into a hole and breaking his ankle, collapsing exhausted and frozen into a snow bank.

“Don’t talk like that,” Alice chattered back. “He’ll be fine. We just have to believe that.”

What I believed was just the opposite. But then I’d always been a pessimist. I always saw the worst possible outcome.

“Are you and Paul, like the real thing?” she asked unexpectedly.

I blinked, and then shrugged under the blankets. “Don’t know. Guess so, I guess. We like each other.” The truth was, Paul was more steady company for me than a boyfriend, and I was more a body to feel up and attempt to stick fingers and a prick into, though so far I’d successfully resisted the latter, much to Paul’s chagrin. So far, however, he’d come closer that anyone else to claiming my virginity.

“What about you?” I asked, not cruelly, but in an attempt to keep her talking. “Anybody special?”

She rolled her eyes. “Right. That’s gonna happen here.”

“What about before you got here?” I asked. She was only a year or so older a resident of Minnesota than I was. If Agnes had stood a chance of scoring a boyfriend anywhere, it had to be Florida.

She shrugged. “It was better there than here. At least there, I had some friends. Here I’m the only Jewish girl in the whole damned school.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You really think that’s the reason? I’ve never heard anyone mention your religion before at all. I didn’t even realize you were Jewish. Not that it matters. It’s not like you’re black or Hispanic or anything.” I grinned. There were no blacks in our class, and only one or two Hispanics. In my old school in Atlanta, I had been in the minority.

“What do they talk about then?” she asked wryly. “My big nose?”

“No. About you being a lesbo.”

She was shocked wide-eyed, her mouth opening in protestation… until I laughed.

“Bitch! I can’t believe you said that. It’s not true, is it?”

Continuing to laugh, I shook my head. “Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

She was red to the roots of her hair. “I’m not a lesbo. I’ve never been with a girl before. I don’t like girls.”

“You like me,” I interrupted.

“That’s different,” she said, pouting. “I just thought you’d be a nice person to talk to.”

“I’m not?” I wondered.

Her face redden even more. She mumbled, “I don’t know. I’ve never talked to you before.”

“We’re talking now,” I reminded her.

“Only because.”

“Only because is as good a reason as any,” I said. “Why not take advantage of it?”

She hunched under the blanket and leaned away from me. I took my hands out of my pockets, grabbed the overlapped ends of the blanket and pulled them tighter together. It forced her back against me.

“Maybe I like talking to you,” I said. “Have you considered that?”

She hunched her shoulders even more. “You didn’t seem to earlier.”

“I kinda got taken by surprise,” I said. “I never for a minute suspected you had any interest in me.”

Her face was now scarlet. I could actually — or imagined I could — feel the heat radiating off it. Slowly, I moved my left hand in search of her right, found it and forced my fingers between hers, entwining them together.

“I think maybe I like you having an interest in me, Agnes.”

Startled, she inched her head around. “What?”

I told her about my revelation of earlier, of discovering that I had suppressed my own interest, had experienced jealousy and insecurity, even about the battle of the voices.

She blinked at me slowly, guardedly.

“Do you think I’d lie about something like that? Under the present circumstances?” I scooted in tighter against her, found her other hand in the folds of blanket and gripped it also, though through a layer of blanket. I drew my legs up beneath me and sat on my feet; Agnes did likewise.

“These seats are really cold,” I said. “Let’s tuck the blankets under us.” Though difficult, with only one hand each to accomplish the task — the others desperately clutched the blankets together in the front — we somehow managed.

“Better,” I muttered. I dreaded when the flare burned out again and I’d have to get up and replace it. It couldn’t be more than twenty degrees in the bus. The cold was absolutely glacial. Breath billowed out whitely with each exhalation, almost looking crystalline. My teeth refused to stop chattering. Agnes was shaking like a tree in an earthquake.

“Maybe we should put our heads under the blanket,” she suggested.

“What a great idea,” I agreed, shouldering the blankets up and over my ears. Though we had to hunker over almost double, the blankets were just large enough to enshroud us like a cocoon. Right away I could feel a difference in my cheeks and nose, which embarrassingly, wouldn’t stop dripping. I sniffed loudly.

“God, I hope we don’t get frostbite.”

Agnes shook her head. “We should be okay as long as we have these blankets around us. The warmth of our breathing should bring the temperature up. I already feel warmer, don’t you?”

I hadn’t noticed any lessening of my shaking. It was like every muscle in my body had a needle stuck in it with an electric wire attached. I imagined this was what being electrocuted felt like. I found her hands again and gripped them tightly. “If we get out of this,” I said. “From now on, you and I are eating lunch together every day.”

She coughed out a laugh. “That’ll go over big with your friends.”

“Fuck my friends. They’re not trapped here with me on this bus. They’re home, safe and sound with their iPods and cell phones and boyfriends. Totally oblivious.” I turned to look at her in the darkness. “I’d like you to send me every one those emails, Agnes. I want to read all of them. I don’t know if I’ll reply to any of them — there were so many — but I’d like to know what you wrote.”

Agnes groaned.

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“You have no idea what I wrote in some of those emails, Ellen.” She hesitated saying my name, and I realized it was a first for her. “I really poured out my heart. Even if we were best friends forever,” she said anxiously, “there is no way I would have sent more than one in five of those emails. Mostly, they were my electronic diary.”

“So?” I objected. “I’d let you read my diary.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Diaries are private. Too private.”

I was quiet a moment. I wondered if I could even imagine the things she had written, or whether I wanted to. Maybe I was better off not knowing. On the other hand, I had never done anything worthwhile enough to start my own diary. An indicator of my shallowness?

“Can I tell you something?” I said.

“What?”

“I’ve never had a real girlfriend before. Someone I could share secrets with. Most of the people I hang around with are more interested in their nails or the skirt they bought last weekend or their hairdos than they are in listening to a friend’s problems… or even in being friends. The people I hang around with — including myself — are more plastic than Barbie.” I snorted. “Barbie is Mother Teresa compared to some of us.”

It was Agnes’s turn to be silent. I felt her obvious embarrassment, her uncertainty of how to respond to a confession like that. “Forget I asked. It’s not important,” I told her.

She was quiet a moment longer, and then asked in a hesitant voice: “Would you want to see the latest ones, or see them in order?”

I grinned in the darkness. “From the beginning, please. I’d like to see how your infatuation with me has progressed over the last five months.” I giggled, to make sure she knew I was joking. I heard her giggle back.

“Okay. That sounds cool.” I could hear the continued embarrassment in her voice, the uncertainty, but also a tinge of hope.

Responding to a command disguised as an impulse, I leaned sideways and attempted to find her mouth. When the reality of what I was doing hit her, I heard a gasp. She jerked away, but then, very slowly, leaned back toward me again. Made clumsy by the darkness, our mouths finally found each other. As soon as they touched, I closed my eyes and held my breath. Her lips were so soft, their touch so timid. My shoulders reacted to a shiver. I drew her closer while I bent my head farther sideways and increased the pressure on her lips. I knew with certainty that she had never been kissed before, not like this, not by someone attracted to her. My heart pounded. I felt incredibly squirmy, as though my body might at any moment wrest control from my mind and attack the object of its desire. As many boys as I’d kissed, not one had lit a match to my insides like Agnes was doing. It felt like a flare had erupted.

“Oops,” I said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. My lips screamed at me in protest. “I forgot about the flare. I need to check it.”

I could feel Agnes’ rapid breath on my cheek; practically hear her heart beat in her chest. She had begun to shake again, but in a different manner than she had previously. The way I was now shaking,

“Thank you,” she whispered, and not about the flare.

I kissed her quickly and pulled the blanket down so that I could check outside. Sure enough, the flare had gone out. I was startled how frigid the air had become outside our little cocoon. Digging in my pocket, I extracted the third and final flare from the open package, shrugged out of the blanket, stumbled to me feet and dropped down into the well. Agnes grabbed the lever through the folds of blanket and worked the doors open even as I freed the plastic cap and struck it across the chemical button. It took two tries. This time, instead of pitching the flare out into the snow, I held it above my head and scanned the nightmarish landscape. Despite Mr. Sanford’s assurances otherwise, it looked like the backside of the moon.

“Mr. Sanford!”

Listening, I heard nothing but the shriek of wind and the hissing, popping flare. The wind had not diminished since the last time I’d looked outside but, though I wasn’t positive, it appeared that most of the snow in the air was being torn from the tops of snowdrifts and from the bare braches of trees. I gauged the visibility at twenty yards, roughly twice what it had been before. Encouraged, I yelled again, waved the flare back and forth over my head and, after listening carefully and squinting against the wind, pitched it forward into the crater. I was surprised when Agnes joined me in the well.

“Do you see him?” she asked.

“No,” I had to admit, dully. “The snow is letting up, though.”

“I can see that. How deep do you think it is?”

I liked having her standing there with me; the cramped floor space meant we had to be in contact. To my surprise — and pleasure — she wrapped the blanket around me and held it closed with her arms around my lower rib cage. Even through the thickness of her parka and mine, I could feel the pressure of her small breasts against my back. That, and a smile I couldn’t restrain, made my face redden.

“Three feet, maybe,” I mumbled. Reaching up, I located her hands in the folds of blanket and gripped them. I drew her to me; she nuzzled her cheek next to mine, her chin over my shoulder and I shuddered, and not from the cold. I shivered twice as hard when a moment later she kissed my neck just below the jaw line, to which I responded automatically by squirming and trying to squeeze her out, giggling. My face grew fiery hot.

“Stop that!” I protested.

“You can’t be afraid someone will see,” she said teasingly.

“I’m not! I’m ticklish!” I giggled when she kissed me again, then spun about inside her arms and wrapped my arms around her waist. I looked directly into her chocolate-brown eyes. It hadn’t occurred to me before that we were the same height. She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed her back.

“Mr. Sanford would die if he came back to this,” she said, mischievously.

“More like, he’d die to see this,” I argued. “Men get off on girls kissing girls.”

“More like, you giving a blow-job to your boyfriend would get him off.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. And I’ve never given him a blow-job.”

Despite the levity, my face reddened again. Purposefully or not, Agnes knew how to make me squirm. It seriously made me squirm wondering where this was going, and just where it would end up. As much as I’d like to believe myself a courageous person, I couldn’t see us walking down the school corridors, hand in hand, smiling contentedly. She read my thoughts — or my expression.

“Were you serious about being friends? I don’t expect you to suddenly declare yourself to the world as being in love with me.” My face blistered again. “I’ll be happy just to be talked to,” she went on, smiling shyly, “maybe invited to your table once in a while for lunch. I don’t expect you to humiliate yourself. I’ve seen too many movies to expect everything just to fall in place. Considering that you want things to fall in place.”

Despite my embarrassment, I maintained a connection between brain and tongue. “I wouldn’t be standing here with my arms around your waist unless I was genuinely attracted to you, Agnes. It took something like this tonight to make me step back and take a hard look at myself. I’ve never been happy with guys. I’ve known that for a long time, but never allowed myself to see past the disgruntlement to figure out where it was coming from. I’m not even sure that’s a word, but I can’t think of one better to describe how I’ve been the last four years. Ever since I grew boobs. Ever since guys started pestering me. You know how girls talk about nothing but guys and sex?” I grinned at her dour expression. “Well, I’ve never been into guys like all of my girlfriends are. My enthusiasm was just a little bit made up. I just wouldn’t let myself admit what I really was interested in.”

I bit my lip. Had I just told a lie? The truth was, I seemed no more attracted to girls than I was to guys. If I was being honest with myself, could I remember a single instance of looking at a girl and being sexually attracted to her? I didn’t think so. Except for Agnes.

“Maybe…” I said haltingly. “Maybe what I am is not really a lesbian, but someone who responds to only one certain person. That person could be a guy, or someone of my own sex. It wouldn’t really matter, as long as the response is genuine. The truth is, I’ve never responded to anyone until now. I think maybe you’re my person, Agnes. You may be my soul mate. Does it feel that way to you?”

I didn’t know what her response would be, but it couldn’t have been better than Agnes closing her eyes, leaning in and kissing me like I was a princess. The air evacuated my lungs without me breathing, my knees turned to Jell-O and everything inside me melted, like chocolate. It honestly felt as though Agnes was holding me up. I was beyond pliable.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned weakly. Agnes ran her hand up my back and cupped the back of my neck. I moaned again. I was trembling, trembling pitifully. On their own authority, my hands moved up her sides and located and took possession of her firm, small breasts. Now Agnes began to moan. The flare had once again ignited in my gut and I swear I had the horrible, maddening desire to be naked inside that blanket with her, for her to be naked.

I fought my hands to keep them on the outside of her coat, rather than unzipping it as they wanted to do. Never before in my life had I wanted hands touching my bare breasts like I did now. When our mouths opened and allowed the melding of our tongues, it was the most wonderful moment I had ever experienced. I stopped breathing and I swear my heart stopped beating. How long we remained with own mouths joined and our tongues dancing, I don’t know. The passage of time had no meaning. When finally we did break, we both stood panting, foreheads together, our breathing ragged and irregular. It was a long time before I opened my eyes.

“Don’t you ever kiss anybody else like that,” I rasped out. “Don’t you ever.”

She laughed weakly. “I don’t know how to kiss. At least, I didn’t know I did. I’ve only kissed one boy before, and that was like two years ago; a kiss so he wouldn’t have to embarrass me by shaking my hand. I didn’t know anything could be like that,” she said, laughing. “I think I had an orgasm.”

I laughed, she joined me and we didn’t stop laughing for a full minute. I glanced briefly over my shoulder, both to check the flare, and to make sure we didn’t have an unexpected audience. The truth was, I was so wet between my legs that I might as well have had an orgasm. It was embarrassing. I’d be supremely embarrassed to have her know she’d done that to me. Not ever having experienced an orgasm before, I couldn’t wait to experience one with her. I told her so.

Blinking, she turned red. “Obviously, I never have,” she muttered.

“Not even by yourself?” I wanted to know.

Intimidated, she shook her head.

“Well, I haven’t either. Obviously, I’ve been saving that for you.”

Now she really did turn red.

The flare burned out during our next kiss. Reluctantly, I surrendered her breasts (she had yet to touch mine, unfortunately), dug in my pocket for the unopened package of flares, and struggled ineffectually to get it open. Finally, knowing I had no choice, I turned around (grumpily), freed my hands of the blankets and wrestled the package open. I did so at the expense of two of my nails.

“Motherfucker,” I mumbled irritably. Then I gasped and jumped a little bit as Agnes released the blankets, put her hands over my breasts, and cupped them through my coat. My face turned red with the unexpected pleasure of it. I was amazed how natural her hands felt on my breasts. “I like that,” I said gratefully.

She whispered in my ear: “I liked it when you held mine. Sorry to cheat you. I definitely got the better part of this exchange.”

“Stop it,” I said, going beet red once again. After the scalding it taken in the last few hours, I was surprised I had any face left to burn.

With Agnes meticulously acquainting herself with my chest, I removed a flare from the pack, returned the others to my pocket, broke loose the plastic top without bothering to peel the red banding first and struck the button. I had to make myself search the snowscape for any sign of Mr. Sanford, call his name twice into the emptiness, and listen for any response over the persistent wind. I was really becoming upset, as was Agnes.

Where the hell was he? Why hadn’t he come back? Should we go out looking for him? I voiced this last question to Agnes, who bit her lip.

“Do you think we should?”

“I think, we’d end up just like he did,” I admitted, sorrowfully. I was back to blocking visions of him lost in the snow. I didn’t know how anyone could last five minutes out there, much less forty-four minutes. I was beginning to loose whatever hope I’d had. Depressed, I pitched the flare into the ever-widening crater.

*****

Back in our little cocoon, we passed the time kissing and making romantic small talk. I told her about my miserable love life, she told me about her non-existent one. We played with our inside set of hands; the outside set were instructed not to release the overlapped blankets under penalty of death. Inside our little cocoon, it became warm enough so that we both stopped shaking. In an unguarded moment, I made a chancy admission.

“I’d like to lose my virginity to you, Agnes.”

I felt her stiffen, her breath stopping momentarily. “Really?” she whispered.

“If we were in bed, I’d be all over you. I’d give you a great big hickey right here.” Awkwardly unzipping her coat six inches with my left hand, I touched the side of her neck, right between her jaw line and shoulder. On impulse, I leaned in close and attached my mouth to the very spot. I waited for her reaction.

“My mom would kill me.”

“Maybe, but I bet she’d celebrate too,” I said laughing. I felt the tempo of her breathing quicken, grow deeper, her heartbeat accelerate. Consciously or not, her head tiled away from me, invitingly and I reattached my mouth to her neck. I sucked lightly, letting my teeth touch her skin.

“I want you to do it,” she said raggedly. “But I also know that tomorrow everybody in school is going to be talking about Bus 9899 and how Agnes Ahlberg and Ellen Olson were the only two students on it when it crashed. Everyone, you boyfriend included, will know where this came from. They won’t think that Mr. Sanford gave it to me.”

Fuck, I thought irritably. “Then I’ll just have to put it somewhere no one will see it.”

Releasing the blankets, I found the tab of her zipper and pulled it halfway down her chest. She gasped, and then gasped again when my fingers sought out the upper two buttons on her blouse and released them. Pushing aside the collar, baring her shoulder, I placed my mouth alongside her bra strap and began to suck, sinking in my teeth and drawing her flesh into my mouth. She groaned, and then groaned louder as my right hand stole inside her parka, freed another button on her shirt and slid inside. Her breast was even smaller than I’d thought; unable to cup it, I simply laid my hand over it and enjoyed the warm firmness of her flesh.

Releasing her grip on the blankets, Agnes placed both hands on my waist; the unsecured blankets fell away, exposing our heads. Without releasing her shoulder, I twisted to look momentarily out the door and then returned full attention to her hickey and breast. My own right breast, found through the thickness of my coat, filled her hand. A moment later, her hand slid up beneath the waist of my coat, under my sweater and up to my bra-covered breast. I protested when the hand didn’t stop there but released the front catch on my bra and released me.

“No!” I complained, releasing her skin. In the reflected glare of the burning flare I could make out an oval bruise, darkening nicely. I fought to get my hand under her bra but was an instant behind her own hand. She laughed as she claimed first prize.

“Bitch! I was first.”

“You were slow,” she taunted.

“I was preoccupied,” I corrected. She had my nipple between her fingertips and was rotating it gently back and forth. It obediently hardened for her. I curled my fingers and found her own little fingertip. It was nice and hard, and surprisingly big. I could tell from sense of feel that her areole was small, the size of a quarter, maybe, and delightfully rough. I tweaked her nipple playfully; she tweaked mine. We both said “Ouch” together and laughed. To my chagrin, she reached up her back and popped the catch on her bra. It loosened over my hand and I fondled her nipple with complete freedom.

“If someone were to see us now, I’d be very embarrassed,” she said.

“Me too,” I agreed. Ignoring the cold, I unzipped her coat and pushed the left side over her shoulder. As she protested weakly, I finished unbuttoning her shirt, and opened it also, forcing it over her left shoulder. I raised her bra, exposing her breast to both the cold, and my hungry gaze. The blankets had settled around our waists, leaving us completely exposed to view.

“You’re not going to take off my shirt,” she said with some alarm.

“You’re right. I’m not going to.” Placing my left hand in the middle of her back, and my other against her left shoulder, I pushed and pulled at the same time, forcing forward the left side of her chest. Grinning, bending over, I placed my lips around her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She groaned pleasingly. If I were a boy, I’d have a raging hard-on. Instead, I had flutters in my belly and a sopping wetness between my legs. Again, I felt the dread of acute embarrassment. Never had I been so wet. Never had I known such wetness was possible. I was a wetness factory. I desperately hoped that Agnes suffered the same problem.

Releasing her nipple, I kissed it gently on the tip and ran my tongue around the border of her areole. It was very dark, the exact size of a quarter, and perfectly round. Tiny bumps gave it a moonscape look. Between the cold and my attention, it had shriveled and hardened in a way I knew must ache terribly. I knew that because my own nipples ached terribly. Leaning back, I observed my handiwork.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how aroused I am,” she whispered huskily. Forcing her shirt back over both shoulders, while at the same time lifting her bra out of the way with my thumbs, I completely bared her petite breasts to any eyes capable of observing them. She was tiny, smaller even than my twelve-year old sister. Why that should excite me was a puzzle. I guessed it was one reason for her inferiority complex. I’d feel inferior with breasts that small, too. But maybe it wasn’t the size that mattered; maybe it was because they were mine, never having been seen before nor touched. My property, as mine were unquestionably hers.

“You’re embarrassing me,” she said, reddening as I ogled. “Imagine if Mr. Sanford walked up to the door right now.”

I continued admiring her breasts. “I’m sure he wouldn’t complain.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t congratulate me, either,” she said, wryly. “The flare just went out.”

“Fuck,” I sighed in the sudden darkness. I looked over my shoulder, back at her breasts, over my shoulder again and then far off into the darkness where an hour before, Mr. Sanford had disappeared. I had two flares left. I needed to light one. Mr. Sanford might even now be trudging the final twenty yards to the bus, blinded by my inactivity.

Releasing her shirt and bra, I grabbed the blankets and pulled them up around her shoulders. “Get the door?” I asked.

“Sure.” Rising, she shuffled to the lever and grabbed it through the protection of the blankets. My teeth were chattering, and the air stealing through the V of my unzipped jacket had gooseflesh erupted all across my chest and my nipples hard as diamonds. I wouldn’t doubt they’d cut glass. I didn’t want to try. Reaching inside my shirt, I closed the clasp on my bra and zipped my coat all the way up to my chin. Once warm in our little cocoon again, Agnes could free me and do as she pleased. The thought excited me terribly.

Igniting the flare, I held it high and waved it back and forth, yelling for Mr. Sanford at the top of my lungs. Agnes joined in, and I felt sure that if Mr. Sanford were somewhere out there stumbling around, we’d surely catch his attention. A futile five minutes later, I pitched the flare across the snow and backed up the steps into the bus. Agnes closed the doors again. We spent another silent minute watching without hope. We both knew the score. Mr. Sanford had either frozen to death, gotten hopelessly lost, or was unable to find his way back through the raging storm. Both the wind and snowfall had wound up to their prior intensity and reinstituted the white-out. Unable to stand it anymore, I guided Agnes toward the bench and we sat down.

“We’re alone, aren’t we?” she asked.

“Until they find us,” I said morosely.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Putting my arms around her shoulders beneath the blanket, I drew her to me; she laid her head on my shoulder and whimpered softly.

“I don’t want to die, Ellen.”

“We’re not going to die, Agnes. Once we wrap ourselves up in the blanket, we’ll be fine. Remember: it can’t get any colder inside the bus than it is outside. When we cocoon ourselves, we might as well be camped around a toasty campfire. Believe me,” I said, laughing. “If there were marshmallows here, we could roast them over each other’s red-hot coals.”

Giggling, she nodded enthusiastically. “What you did to me a little while ago? I thought I’d spontaneously combust, I swear I did. My heart was pounding like a heavy metal drum set. This is my first time doing anything. No one has ever even seen my breasts, not even my mom. Well, except at school, that is,” she said, her humor failing. “God, I hate gym.”

Steering the conversation away from this uncomfortable subject, I said: “You know, my brother has pictures of me in the nude.”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

I nodded dejectedly. “Little prick. I took pictures of myself one afternoon after school, last October. We all did. My group at school. Really stupid, I know, but…” I shrugged. “You know how girls are.”

She smiled, dryly.

“Anyway, the agreement was that we’d email them to everyone in the group, to prove that we did it, password protected, you know, so that no one but us would get to see them. We all promised never to show them to anyone else, under penalty of death. Worse actually; anyone who broke the rules and let someone not in the group see them…” I drew my finger across my throat. “The rest of us would strip her naked in the Whole Foods Supermarket in town and make her run up and down the isles naked.” I giggled. “I’ve done that before you know: in my bra and panties.”

She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Another girl thing,” I said. “You better get used to it if you plan to hang with me. We do some pretty stupid things.” I grinned, devilishly. “Some pretty exciting things too. I could see you Isle Running. You’d be a natural, Ag.”

She guffawed, her face reddening. “And why would I ever want to do that?”

“Because I do?”

She looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure your friends are ready for me to go ruining their fun, Ellen. I’d look ridiculous, running up and down an isle in my underwear. Any guy who saw me would fall down on his butt, laughing his head off. I’m not exactly a Victoria’s Secret model.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” I chided. “You’re a lot better looking than you think you are. And sexier, too. You know Dana?” I asked, referring to Dana Hillborne, the latest addition to our group.

Agnes nodded carefully.

“She was a lot like you, until last spring when Tricia and Bodie invited her to a party. Shy, unsure of herself, doubtful. Now she’s as stupid and reckless as the rest of us. And accepted,” I added significantly. “Once someone invites you into the gang, you become one of us.” I waited out her hesitation. “If that makes you uncomfortable, I’m fine with a gang of two. You and me. I don’t need stupid and reckless to make me happy.”

She blinked, tears brimming her eyes. “You’d do that for me? Really?”

My own eyes teared. “I’d do just about anything for you. Believe me.”

Embarrassed, she looked away, trying unsuccessfully to fight her grin. To keep from embarrassing herself further, she said: “Tell me about your brother. How’d he find your pictures? Did he find all of them? Or just yours?”

I winced. “I kept all the other photos in their protected files, but hid mine in my user folder, in a folder labeled — are you ready for this? Naked Pictures of Myself!” I laughed caustically. “Can you imagine my brother’s face? Can you imagine anyone being that stupid?” I laughed again, and now she joined me. “I was so humiliated a month later when I snuck into his room and signed onto his laptop and found a picture of myself posing topless. He had set it as his goddamn desktop! I about died. I actually shrieked, the moron that I am, and thank God there was no one else in the house. Thank God, he wasn’t in the house! Can you imagine him catching me?

“Anyway, they were all there, in a folder on his desktop called Ellen Nude. He wanted me to find them, of course. He purposely disabled the sign-on screen so that I could get right to the desktop without any problem. He knows what a snoop I am. He skunked me, and he knows it.”

Trying to hide her mortification, Agnes said: “How do you feel about it, knowing he’s seen you nude? Doesn’t it bother you?”

“It does,” I admitted. “And it doesn’t.”

She looked at me, mystified.

“You don’t have any brothers,” I guessed. “If you did, you’d know.” Changing the subject again, I asked: “Have you ever snapped yourself nude?”

Her eyes widened in horror. “No way! Are you kidding me?”

I shook my head. “The first time I get you alone, I’m making you do a striptease. Right down to your birthday suit, little girl. Not just that,” I went on, ignoring her look of panic, “But I’ll dress you first in this really sexy, slutty schoolgirl outfit: white shirt, black mini skirt, black thigh-highs, really sexy bra and panties. Do you even own a pair of thigh-highs? A thong? How can you not own a thong? I have a drawer full of them. Well, I used to,” I said, shrugging. “They’re out of fashion now.”

Without looking first, I arose and undid my belt, lowered my zipper and ran my jeans down to mid-thigh. Although her eyes bugged out, and she blinked disbelievingly, she didn’t try to make me stop. I looked down at my beige panties and said: “I mostly wear hip-huggers now. Or boy-shorts. Boy-shorts are so cool.” I unzipped my parka and pulled up my sweater, revealing the matching bra I wore underneath. Her eyes grew bigger and her mouth formed a perfect O. I just had to laugh at her. “What are you wearing?”

She shook her head empathically.

“I showed you mine,” I objected. Slowly, I wiggled back into my jeans and pulled up the zipper. To my surprise, my sweater had remained pushed up over my bra, and I purposely thrust out my chest before pulling it back down and smoothing it over my tummy. My heart was going a million miles an hour. I wanted so badly for Agnes to get up and mimic me. I was ready to beg.

Gulping loudly, still continuing to shake her head back and forth in denial, even as she got awkwardly to her feet, Agnes let the blankets slide off her shoulders to the seat cushions. Then, hesitantly she touched the buttons of her shirt. At some point over the past fifteen minutes, she had also refastened her bra, closed the buttons on her shirt and tucked in her tails. I could see her breathing with difficulty. I could see the thud of her heartbeat in a vein in her neck. I smiled, remembering the tattoo I’d left right beside her bra strap. Her eyes followed mine.

“You better hope no one sees that,” she grumbled. “You went a little overboard, didn’t you? It looks like a black hole. It’s threatening to devour my entire shoulder.”

I laughed. “I’d be a lot more worried about the next one I intend to give you, Ag. That one will be a lot more visible than the one on your shoulder…and a whole lot more compromising,” I added, laughing wickedly.

I moved toward her, two very deliberate steps, raising my hands. She retreated, running up against the seat cushion. “Ellen,” she warned, her voice cracking into the falsetto range. “Don’t you dare!” She squat down to retrieve the blankets and wrapped them around herself protectively. “I’m warning you! Stay away from me!”

Grinning, I slowly drew the two sides of the blankets aside, and stepped into her personal space.

Continue on to Part Three

By hornykate

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2012 }

My fascination with my daughter Jenny’s panties started two years ago. She was eight, and in those days I’d regularly get a pair of her panties from the wash basket and take them to bed, and there I’d smell, lick and suck on the gusset until I quietly but intensely orgasmed. Sometimes after I came, I’d inch them into my cunt and fall asleep with them partially inside me. Once I actually worked them into my anus (but only once!).

I think I may have been developing an obsession (!), and for two years I’d been thinking of how to move things on without putting the fear of God into her. After all, she’s my daughter and I love her with all my heart. But, maybe irrationally, I didn’t want Jenny to learn about sex at the hands of some young spotty adolescent who wouldn’t appreciate my little girl as he manhandled her secret parts.

And then one night, something happened.

I’d gone to bed  with a pair of Jenny’s panties, as normal. I’d chosen a particularly cute pair, always turned me on more.

I’d hardly started with my routine when the door slowly opened and in came little Jenny. There was no reason for her to come to me. It’d happened before in times of stress; thunderstorms, bad dreams, the usual. But tonight? All was calm, as was she. And there she was, in my bed, in her little makeshift pyjama set — a sky blue T-shirt with matching loose-fitting shorts.

I asked if she was okay, and she whispered “yes,” then after awhile she was asleep.

I felt I was in new territory. I was in new territory. I couldn’t very well start masturbating with Jenny’s panties while she was so close to me… but I was feeling so horny.

I spoke to her again, no response. I put my hand on her leg and gently shook it, no response.

I kept my hand on her leg, just above the knee. She had quite thin legs, typically gangly, on the verge of filling out and becoming womanly. I stroked her leg in a motherly fashion (I told myself) but my touches were increasing in proportion to my heart rate.

Her legs were already slightly parted, but then they eased open slightly more. Was she asleep? This was so risky.

I softly whispered her name again. Nothing.

I was now stroking the inside of her left thigh, the one nearest to me, slowly moving my hand higher, to what end I hadn’t figured out. Where was I going? What was I doing? Then the magical moment when my fingers slipped beneath her shorts and I felt the wisps of soft pubic hair. When did I last see her naked? Why was I surprised that she had pubes? It was like stroking a peach.

By this point I’d eased her left leg over my right. I felt like I was falling down a ravine as my fingers gently touched her virgin cunt. And there was my second surprise. She was wet. She felt wet and open. I softly, gently continued my caressing, amazed at my own temerity, at my willingness to seduce my own daughter.

“Mummy?”

I froze. I stopped. Stock still. Like a statue. The only part of me that continued moving was my thumping heart.

“That feels nice, Mummy.”

I didn’t feel any sense of relief at her words. I think I was still in shock.

“Don’t stop, Mummy, please.”

Had she been awake all this time? It didn’t really matter, she was clearly awake now.

“Baby,” I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

But I still hadn’t moved my hand. And then I felt Jenny’s hand on mine.

“Don’t stop,” she said again.

So I carried on stroking her wet little cunt. Her arms came above the bedclothes and pushed them down, until we were completely uncovered. I’d moved my hand so I was inside her shorts from the top, this felt more comfortable. I was cupping her little sex while my middle finger was caressing her clit. Her breathing deepened, as did mine.

I had to talk, we couldn’t continue this in silence. I had a feeling that if we carried on in silence, then went to sleep in silence, we’d wake up in silence.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked.

“Yes, it feels wonderful,” Jenny said.

“Don’t worry, Mummy,” she continued, as if she was reading my mind. “this is our secret.”

My finger was now inside her cunt. Her whole sex was so wet, I almost couldn’t believe it.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, “I want to lick you, would you like that?” She just nodded.

“Tell me.” I said. “Tell me you want me to taste you.”

“I want you to taste me, Mummy, I want you to lick me.”

She was lying on her back, I eased her T-shirt up to reveal her little tits. They were small but evident but as she lay back, they were as flat as a two year old’s. I licked her nipples, and kissed down her stomach.

“I want you so much,” I told her as I moved even lower down her body. “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“Surer than anything,” she said and I metaphorically leaped into the ravine as I put my head between her legs.

I kissed her on her inner thighs, tracing the hard sinews that joined her thighs to her pelvis, and I was shaking as I took the first taste of my beautiful daughter. She spread her legs as wide as she could and a whole world of possibilities opened up before us.

*****

We woke in the morning, not to silence but to smiles and a hug. I’d gone down on my ten year old daughter and made her come twice. The thought made me wet.

I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her little body and we held each other. Her pyjamas had disappeared in the night, and we lay naked in each other’s arms.

I eventually went for a shower, and then downstairs to make breakfast. There were still chores to do. She was off to school, though I’d decided to skip work. I would’ve been useless anyway.

It was when she came into the kitchen that the reality of what we’d done really hit home, for she was in her school uniform and she looked, once again, like my ten year old daughter. Just a little girl.

She seemed fine, but I was fast becoming a mess. I held it together til she’d gone (a friend’s mother came to pick her up) but once I was alone, I cried. It wasn’t a cry of despair, or sorrow, or even happinness. I don’t know why I cried, I just did. It was as though I’d hit my mental funny bone, and I didn’t know whether to laugh OR cry.

I got through the day, but as the time went on I became increasingly anxious. Would Jenny be okay when she got home? Would she be thinking about me? About our night together?

Eventually the door opened and closed. Jenny walked into the living room where I sat, tense as a carriage spring. And she came and knelt in front of me. We looked at each other, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Is everything okay, baby?” I asked, in what sounded like a hoarse whisper.

“Everything’s wonderful Mummy.” A slight pause. “Isn’t it?”

Then I did what I should’ve done last night, but surprisingly didn’t. I kissed her. Imagine a hot summer’s day when the heat makes everything seem silent and still, and you see a butterfly alight on a flower. That’s how delicate our first kiss was.

“My heart’s beating so fast,” I whispered between kisses.

“So’s mine,” she whispered back.

So I put my hand on her little chest and felt her heart through her school blouse, then kissed her more deeply. I opened my mouth and she did the same and then we were kissing like lovers. Our tongues touched, nervously, like debutantes at the first dance. I’d stopped feeling her heart now, but was instead stroking her breasts, her small, beautifully formed breasts. I could feel the fabric of the training bra we’d only recently bought. My mouth left hers and I began kissing her cheek, her neck, then I was kissing and licking her ear and she was literally panting. I whispered her name in her ear. I kept saying it.

“Oh Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I want you so much, baby. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

“How long, Mummy?” All this was in soft tones.

“Dont hate me for this baby, but since you were eight, I’ve wanted you.”

“Oh, Mummy. I want you, too.” While we’d been kissing, Jenny’s hands had been resting on my knees, and she now slowly began easing my skirt up my legs. Then I felt her right hand stroking my thigh, higher and higher, til she was caressing my inner thigh.

“Touch me.” I whispered, and she did. Her fingers began stroking my cunt through my panties, which were soaked.

“You’re wet, Mummy.”

“It’s how you make me feel, baby.”

She moved her head to whisper into my ear, “I’m wet too, Mummy. And that’s how you make me feel.”

We kissed again, both of us moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouths. I slid my hand beneath her short pleated skirt and, with little ceremony, into her little panties. And she was wet. I slid a finger inside her and I could feel on my hand that the insides of Jenny’s thighs were slippery with her juices.

She had by now worked her way around the front of my knickers and had a finger in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

“Taste me.” I said, “put your finger in your mouth and taste me.”

And she did. Then she did it again, and again.

“I like how you taste, Mummy,” she said.

We kissed again, tongues meeting. I wanted to drink her saliva, I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to drink her piss, I wanted everything. I wanted to devour her, completely, I felt so boundlessly in love with her.

That afternoon on the sofa in the living room, we did taste each other. I went down on her, and, at her insistence, she went down on me. It’s a sin, I know. It’s wrong, I know. But looking down at my ten year old daughter, head between my open legs, as she licked my cunt, it wasn’t a sin. It wasn’t wrong. It was the most right thing in the world. I didn’t want to dominate her life, I didn’t want to abuse her. I wanted to teach her. I wanted to love her. I wanted us to love each other. And we do. We feel complete.

And I still take her panties to bed.

The End

By No One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melina giggled. “Well, that too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey you,” Abbie said cheerfully.

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

“Sure, what’s up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, shit,” Abbie said.

“Crap,” Melina agreed.

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

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

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

“Tonight? What about your thing with Anna?”

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abbie looked up at her curiously, an eyebrow raised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh,” Melina said, disappointed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” Melina agreed, chuckling.

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

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

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

The End

By No One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You just… never really said it before.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ignore it?” Melina suggested hopefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Rebecka

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

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

“Minnesota sucks,” I grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snowballs for dinner; how yummy.

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

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

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

“Where are you from?” I asked.

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

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

“Sarasota. You moved up over the summer?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I show you something?”

I nodded stiffly.

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

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

“What I was doing.”

“What were you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Type in the password,” I coaxed.

“No.”

“Please, Agnes? I want to see.”

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

“Yes, I do.”

Stubborn, she just shook her head.

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

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

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

“Here,” I said, “show me.”

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

“I don’t understand,” I said.

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

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

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

Dear Ellen,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t do that, I objected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have to go for help. I’ll–”

“No!” Agnes and I wailed in tandem.

“You can’t go out there!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is really stupid,” I grumped.

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

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

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

“This is really stupid, Mr. Sanford.”

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

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

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

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

“Show me,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dammit! That’s no good!”

“Just wait, sweetie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Part Two