Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Danni’s Fun and Gwen’s Meeting — a Study in Contrasts

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

When we arrived home, Danni pulled in behind us and followed Mom to the end of the driveway.

We all tumbled out of our cars and made a bee-line for the front door. We were all horny again, and Mom was the only one of us who hadn’t gotten off yet.

Jenna was already home of course, and seeing us all enter the house and start removing our clothes clued her in to what was happening, so she asked, “Can I play too?”

Of course, she could. She was smiling, aware of the fun in store.

“Who’s this?” she asked, indicating Danni, of course.

“This is my English teacher, Danni,” I said. “She’s going to join us.” That second part was obvious because Danni was already nearly naked.

“Hi,” Jenna said. “I’m Jenna, Cheryl’s sister. Is it okay if I lick your pussy, too?”

“Of course,” Danni said, blushing slightly and smiling down at Jenna as my sister started removing her clothes. “May I return the favor?”

“Huh?” Jenna said, not understanding Danni’s question.

“In other words, is it okay if I lick you as well?”

“Oh,” Jenna said. “Of course!”

Soon, we were all in Mom’s huge bed.

Jenna, Marie, and I started out watching Mom and Danni. It was obvious this was a dream come true for my teacher. I’ve never seen anyone so anxious to satisfy my mom in bed, and in the process of having sex with Mom, she must have come a half dozen times at least. In the meantime, Marie, Jenna, and I would lick each other, play with each other’s pussies, and sometimes join Mom and Danni, each of us doing things to them to help get them off as well.

When we took a break, Mom asked Danni some questions about herself so we could know more about her. Danni, as it turned out, was only 23, having graduated from Arizona State University in Tempe, Arizona, which is more or less part of Phoenix, with her Masters degree in English Education only a year before. We were all very impressed that she could get her Masters in only four years. Actually, I didn’t realize it was that much of an accomplishment, but Mom was impressed, so the rest of us were, too.

Mom was 29 at this time, and she’d been making movies since she was 20. However, she hadn’t become a real star in the industry until the following year, when she was 21. I had been only five then. So when Mom was becoming “big,” Danni was only 16. She told us she’d been masturbating to porn since she was about ten and became interested in her father’s stash of lesbian porn.

She’d been raised by her dad because her mom had died when she was eight. As it turned out, she no longer talked with her dad at all. Mom got Danni to confess that her dad had basically replaced his wife with her when it came to sex. He had made Danni watch movies with men and women in them, but it wasn’t until she discovered the ones with two or more women that she started enjoying them. Danni hated her dad, who had basically raped her from the time she was eight, but when she found out women and girls could have sex, she realized she was a lesbian.

“I discovered what truly intimate sex was when I was about twelve with my best friend Kelsey. I hadn’t had the nerve to approach another girl, but she sort of brought up the idea one night when I spent the night at her house. We camped out in her back yard, in fact,” Danni said. “She had done it with her cousin, and she talked me into trying it, though it hadn’t taken much convincing. I pretended to be hesitant, but really I was so overjoyed she wanted to fool around.”

“So you two did more than masturbate together that first night together?” I asked, remembering her story to me.

“Yes. She’d done everything with her cousin.” Then Danni smiled at me and licked her lips, saying, “Everything” as I had done to her. I grinned. “So she also did ‘everything’ with me,” she finished.

“You licked each other?” Jenna asked.

“Yes, honey. And a lot more. We were so tired the next morning when her mom came out to get us up to take down the tent and clean up. I have no idea how late we went to sleep, but it had to be at least three a.m.”

“I’m sorry your dad did that to you,” Mom said. “Did it bother you to find out Cheryl and I have sex with each other because of what he’d done?”

“No. In fact, I was kind of jealous. You see, my mom died when I was so young that I never had a chance to have any kind of real relationship with her. Once I discovered lesbianism, I would fantasize that she had run off instead of dying and came back to take me away and… well… show me what real love was like.”

“So you discovered me when you were sixteen?” Mom said, probably wanting to change the subject to something happier.

“Yeah. I was in love at first sight.” Mom smiled a bit at this. “I’ll never forget that the first movie I ever saw you in was Janet’s Lesbian Liaisons.”

“Really? That’s the movie that made me famous,” Mom said.

“I know,” Danni said. “I own it.”

“A girl after my own heart,” Mom said, and they kissed. When the kiss ended, Mom said, “I own it, too,” and laughed.

Later, Danni offered to take Marie home. It wasn’t that late yet, and Marie gave me a look that said she hoped Danni would want to park somewhere. I talked to Marie later, though, and she said the only thing that happened other than some conversation about sex and being careful at school was that Danni kissed her good-night.

“She also said that catching us in the girls’ bathroom made her really horny and she had to masturbate before going to bed that night,” Marie said. “I think that is so cool!”

“Me too,” I said. “And now we have a teacher on our side.”

After talking to Marie, I went to my mom’s room to say good-night. Jenna was taking her bath, so we had a few minutes alone.

“I really like Danni,” Mom said, smiling.

“Yeah, she’s cool.”

“We’ll have to be careful though. I don’t want anyone figuring out we’re special friends. That would cause her a lot of problems, I’m sure.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess she could lose her job.”

“She definitely could lose it if they find out she’s having sex with a couple of students from the school,” Mom said. “And she might lose it if they find out she’s having an affair with me.”

“An affair?” I asked. They’d only had sex this one time. Calling it an affair seemed to suggest it was more.

“Well, you understand what I mean, especially since I want to see her again.”

At that point, Jenna came in to say good-night. Her head was wrapped in a towel, but she was naked other than that. I eyed my sister’s vulva and felt my own pussy stirring to life at the sight and memory of the many times I had licked it to an orgasm.

It was time for bed, or I would have made sure she ended up in my room for the night. We had school the next day, so staying up late was not an option for us, but I wondered if maybe I could have some fun with her after school tomorrow.

As it turned out, too many things were happening for us to become involved sexually then. Way too many things.

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Gwen parked her car and went into the small office. She had finally arranged to meet with the “boss” of the prostitution ring where Cindy and Kinsey had worked.

When she walked in, she realized this was not their usual place of business. There was a single small secretary’s desk and a phone. The desk was bare except for that, not even a small computer or even an old-fashioned typewriter.

Just a phone.

There wasn’t even a chair in the room other than the one for the person behind the desk. No sofa. Nothing. Nowhere to sit at all. The hastily arranged, almost bare room was about as welcoming as a school of piranhas.

Suspicion grew when she grasped that this wasn’t their usual place of business, but some kind of “hourly rent” office where she’d been told to meet Mr. Craven, the apparent owner of this “stable” of call girls.

The woman who greeted her said, “You the lady wantin’ to see Mr. Craven?”

Gwen eyed the bleached blond. She was dressed in clothes meant for someone much younger, a very short beige skirt, silver pumps, and a cream midriff blouse. The woman herself looked at least fifty, though she wore heavy make-up in a failed attempt to hide that fact. She reminded Gwen of someone who couldn’t accept she was getting older, making her a lot like many aging wanna-be’s who had come to Los Angeles when they were young to find fame and fortune, but who would leave this earth from that city long before they should have died. She’d seen this wasted attempt to appear young before, and it always made her sad because no young men were going to want anything to do with this woman. A gigolo might if the woman had anything he would want from her, but nobody worth knowing would ever give this depressing woman the time of day.

Not only were the woman’s clothes sad, but she also wore her dyed hair in twin ponytails that fell across each shoulder blade. It was a young girl’s hairstyle. In fact, it reminded Gwen of a girl of ten or eleven. She’d rarely seen a woman over thirty pull that kind of hairdo off, and the thirty-year-olds looked much younger than they were because they’d taken care of themselves.

It was just a sad world, especially in a town where misery masqueraded as exquisite contentment, and true happiness was as rare as real gentlemen at a gentlemen’s club.

“Yes, I have a business proposition for Mr. Craven,” Gwen answered the woman’s sole question, wanting to get away from the woman as quickly as possible because of how discouraging it was to be standing there looking at her.

“Hang on,” blondie said, and picking up the phone, dialed a number.

After a moment, the woman said, “She’s here” into the receiver, listened for a moment, and hung up.

“Wait outside the door. A limo will come along in about a minute. When it pulls up, get in the back,” blondie said.

Gwen, slightly confused, pointed at the door she had used to enter this faux office perhaps only one minute before. “That door?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“You see another one, sweetie?” blondie said. Her tone when she said ‘sweetie’ had sounded more like ‘bitch.’

Without answering, Gwen turned and went back through the door. She hadn’t waited more than two minutes when a stretch limo pulled to the curb right behind Gwen’s own car.

As she got into the expensive ride, she turned to look into the office she had exited. Sure enough, blondie was already grabbing her purse and moving toward the front door. Oddly, she noticed that the woman had something else with her — the phone she’d used. Gwen realized then it was the only thing in the office she’d seen the woman touch.

As Gwen closed the door to the backseat of the limo, she turned to look at Mr. Craven for the first time. But as it turned out, this wasn’t Mr. Craven after all. It was one of his employees. Another go-between there to make sure she was on the up-and-up, apparently. She found this out when she said, “Mr. Craven?”

“Not today, lady. My name’s Mitch.” He stuck out a meaty paw. “Mitch Royals. Glad to meet you.”

Gwen took his hand and shook it, noting the firm, dry handshake. For some reason, she didn’t believe that Mitch was necessarily glad to meet her at all. He was just doing his job.

Then Mitch was frisking her, his hands moving into areas of her body she had not intended to allow him to touch. His search for a wire — which she’d expected, just not a search so intimate — ended with Mitch sitting back in his seat and continuing to glare at Gwen. The one thing she could tell was that he had enjoyed this particular part of his job. He’d spent nearly a minute rubbing her crotch while making sure there was no wire there, even though he would have been able to tell that in seconds, if he knew what he was doing, and Gwen felt Mitch knew exactly what he was doing.

Mitch was a large man, tall and very heavy. If Gwen had to guess his weight, it would easily be in the three-hundred-pound range, maybe three-fifty. She couldn’t tell his true height, of course, sitting in the back of the limo, but she would have guessed between six-two and six-five. He was also bald, reminding Gwen of Mr. Clean. He even had a small hoop earring, the diameter of a penny, in his left ear. The tiny earring seemed to make his head appear larger. Yet despite his stature, the man moved with the ease of a jungle cat, a leopard maybe. He seemed quick and agile, which served to throw others off when meeting him. It was unexpected and certainly gave Mitch an advantage over others.

She straightened her clothing. “So when do I meet Mr. Craven?” Gwen asked, suddenly wondering why she had chosen this ploy to meet this powerful and dangerous man. Now she was just hoping she would get out of the limo alive.

“In due time,” Mitch said, appraising Gwen through slitted eyes. “In due time,” he repeated. “First, he wants me to decide if it’s worth his time to meet you.”

“Well, I hope you decide in my favor,” Gwen said, smiling at the man, exuding the most charm she could muster as her nerves screamed at her to jump out at the next light.

“So, tell me about this proposition you have,” Mitch said, with no hint of a smile. Gwen wondered if he ever smiled, in fact. He didn’t look much like someone who found ordinary life amusing. The closest he had come so far to smiling was after he had felt her up while checking for a wire.

Gwen once again hoped she’d not made an error in judgment here. Mostly, she prayed it wasn’t a fatal error.

“Well,” Gwen said, “I was hoping to branch out in my business and was hoping to get Mr. Craven’s support.”

“And what’s your business? Selling cosmetics?”

“Uh, well, no. You see, I have a stable of call girls I was hoping to move to L.A. I was hoping to meet Mr. Craven and discuss the terms of a deal that I feel he would believe to be, well, advantageous for us both.”

“You wantin’ to cut in on his business?” Mitch said. “Not that I’m saying he does anything illegal, of course, like prostitution.”

“Come now, Mr. Royals. I’ve admitted that I do something illegal, like prostitution,” Gwen said, deciding to be more forthright with Mitch in the hopes he would admire her for it. “The fact is I don’t want to cut in on Mr. Craven’s business at all. That’s why I’m here. To cut a deal.”

“It still sounds like it’s not a deal you’re cutting. It sounds to me like the only cutting that would take place would be you cutting in on his business.”

“No, you see–“

“No, YOU see!” Mitch said, pointing his thick finger in her face. “I don’t give a fuck what kind of deal you think you have for Mr. Craven. If he lets you bring call girls in as any kind of competition, he’s losing money in the long run.”

“I was hoping to settle on some sort of… franchise fee.”

“Why would he allow a ‘franchise’ to be set up when he already owns all the stores in town?” Mitch asked.

Gwen realized she had made a huge error. She had thought that an offer of more girls and more money would entice Mr. Craven to share details of his operation with her after a while. The idea that he would not be the least bit interested never entered her mind. It was more money. It involved more girls, even though they didn’t exist in reality. But the promise of more girls would certainly have swayed him. Or so she’d thought.

“Anyway, you look more like one of the girls than the owner of such an operation. You don’t exactly strike me as, for want of a better word, a madam,” Mitch said.

“Well, I am,” she said. “I am a ‘madam’ as you call it. I’m from Phoenix.”

“So, when is your flight back?” Mitch asked.

“Well, I was still hoping–“

Mitch interrupted her by springing on her and putting his large hand over her delicate throat and beginning to squeeze, increasing the pressure by degrees. His other hand reached down into her blouse, causing several buttons to fly off. He felt around inside her blouse before delving into her bra to feel her breasts.

He’s going to rape me, Gwen thought.

Then his hands moved out of the top and down between her legs once again. Grabbing the gusset of her panties roughly, he felt around inside her, touching her most intimate area. Then a finger was shoved inside her before it moved on to her butthole, where it once again assaulted her. The hand moved up across her midriff, swarming around her tummy before plunging behind her to check her back.

Then Gwen realized he wasn’t raping her exactly. He was just being more certain their conversation wasn’t being recorded. It wasn’t, of course. She knew Mr. Craven, or whoever he might send, would check for a wire, so she had decided against one. She hoped that decision would save her life.

His large hand was still choking her, however, and she felt the pounding of her blood as it struggled to reach her starving brain. Darkness closed in from the edges of her vision until all was black and she spiraled down into the darkness.

Her final thought before the darkness completely consumed her was that this must be what dying felt like.

When Gwen could no longer hear what was said in the limo, Mitch leaned forward and pressed a button on a console near his seat.

“Drive us back to her car,” he said. “There’s one more thing we have to do.”

The sound of the driver’s voice came over the small speaker in the console. “Sure thing, Mr. Craven.”

Continue on to Chapter 37

Conversations – and Other Things – with Ms. Patterson, a.k.a. Danni

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

The next day at school, Ms. Patterson called me up to her desk.

“Did you tell?” she asked, keeping her voice down so only I could hear.

“Why would I?” I asked, avoiding telling a lie with a question.

When I had gotten home after my episode with Danni, I had told Mom and Jenna about what happened, both in the classroom and in the bathroom. To say Mom was interested in having sex with Danni would be a major understatement. I had then gone to my room and called Deanna and Marie. Mom had allowed me to make it a conference call, though she had said that wouldn’t be a habit. They had squealed with delight when I told them, especially Marie.

At her desk Ms. Patterson, who preferred I call her Danni when we were alone said, “Would it be possible for you to stay after school today? I need some help cleaning things up for the end of the school year.” She was smiling as she said this.

I leaned in close. “Does Danni need me to stay, or Ms. Patterson?”

She understood exactly what I meant. A devilish look came into her eyes. She whispered, “Danni. Definitely Danni.”

I smiled at her and said I think I could arrange it if she would allow me to go use the phone in the office to call and ask.

She pulled out her stack of paper hall passes and wrote on one. Permission to use the phone had to be given in writing explicitly. I took the phone pass and went to the office, saying, “I’ll let you know if I can stay” as I left her desk.

When the phone rang, Mom answered.

“Mom?”

“What is it, honey? I’m running late for a shoot.”

“Ms. Patterson wants me to stay after school today to help out with some stuff she needs to do before school is out next week,” I said. “Can I stay for an extra hour?”

Mom chuckled. “Are you sure that’s all the time you’ll need?”

“Well, maybe an hour and a half,” I said.

“Actually, that will work out great for me. Will you be in her room or outside when I come to pick you up?”

I thought about that a second. “Where would you rather I be?”

I wasn’t being all that subtle. I was asking if my mom wanted to come to the classroom to get me in case things could heat up for her and Ms. Patterson as well.

“Does she know about us?” she asked.

“Not yet, but I’m sure I can tell her based on what I learned about her last night.” I was referring to her admission that she’d been with much younger girls before. There would be no way she would turn us in. I couldn’t just come out and say it though, because the office workers had a habit of eavesdropping on student phone calls.

“Okay, then let’s meet in the classroom. Which room number is it?”

“It’s 624,” I said. “When you enter the building, just keep going straight. Take your first left and her room is the first one on the left. The door is right there on the corner.”

“Oh, yes. I remember now,” Mom said. She’d been there at orientation.

We hung up and I returned to Ms. Patterson’s room. When I walked in, I returned the phone pass signed by the secretary in the office to send me back to class. Then I stood where nobody else could see my face except Danni and I stuck out my tongue and made a licking motion. She turned red, though I don’t think it was from embarrassment. I smiled and said, “My mom says I can stay and help you…clean some things.” At that point I licked again to emphasize exactly what it was I wanted to clean, and the exact tool I intended to use.

Needless to say, I couldn’t wait until school was out. I saw Marie and Deanna, and they were both extremely jealous that I was a real teacher’s pet. When the day’s final bell rang, I heard it as the start of something rather than the end. Hurrying to Danni’s room, I closed the door behind me.

“Let me lock it,” Danni said after I was inside, and she went to the door and clicked the lock.

For security purposes (Columbine had changed the world of schools forever, it seemed), we had doors without any windows. I guess that was to prevent a shooter from entering the school and looking into a room to see it was occupied. I knew our procedure if something like that happened was to lock the door, remain totally quiet, turn off the lights, and sit very still. Now, this lack of visibility would allow Danni and me some privacy to enjoy ourselves. She had already closed the blinds, so nobody could see into the windows either.

Standing near her desk, I looked around the room. I felt jittery. It seemed odd to be planning to get naked in a classroom.

“I told the custodial staff that I was planning to stay late and do some cleaning of my own today. They were fine with that, of course,” Danni said. “They won’t disturb us.”

“What about noise?” I asked.

“Well, we will have to be quiet. That one can’t be helped.”

“I think I can do that,” I said. Then I remembered there was something I wanted to ask her. I needed her answer before I let her in on my family’s big, sexy secret.

“Danni?”

“Yes?”

“You said you had been with girls much younger than you.”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask who?”

“Of course you may,” she said, doing that teacher thing of correcting for can and may.

I giggled. “Okay, may I ask who?”

“Well, it’s very private.”

“So’s what we’re doing.”

“You have a point.” She smiled again and looked at me, apparently surmising if she could trust me with this.

“If it helps, you’re not the only adult I’ve done this stuff with, and I’ve also done stuff with much younger kids.”

I guess that sealed it.

“Okay, I guess you won’t say anything.” She paused before continuing.

“I’ve had two other students besides you, both when I did my student teaching.”

“How old were they?”

“Eleven and twelve. Sixth and seventh grades.”

“You taught both grades?”

“When I did my student teaching, it was at a small school, and they had to split my time between two classes.”

“Do you still know them?” I asked.

“No. That was in Phoenix, where I went to college and did my student teaching.”

“How old are they now?”

“It was three years ago, so they would be fourteen and fifteen now. Ninth and tenth grades.”

“Did they know about each other?”

“Oh, yes. In fact, it was a situation similar to yours. I caught them behind some bleachers making out.”

“Would you mind if Marie joined us sometime?”

“I’m not sure. Can she keep a secret?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I said, thinking of her relationship with her sisters and mom.

“Then we’ll have to look into that.”

“I have another friend who is into girls and women, too,” I said.

“And I suppose you want to involve her as well?”

“Why not? We’ve been doing things like this together since we were nine.”

“Wow. That’s awfully young. Were you able to come back then?”

“Yeah, since I was six.”

She stared at me for a second. “Oh, my.” Her breathing was definitely getting faster.

“Are there any other young girls you’ve been with? As an adult, I mean.”

“Well, yes, but I’d rather not tell you about her,” she said, and I knew why not.

“A relative, huh?”

She looked shocked. “Huh?”

“I figure if you don’t want to say then she must be related to you, like a cousin or niece or something. I know incest is something even people like us sometimes avoid talking about. I know I do.” I included that last sentence to clue her in that I was having an incestuous relationship. I knew what she’d say next.

“Wait a minute,” she said, her expression changing to one of extreme interest that was even beyond the interest she’d had before. “You’re committing incest?”

I nodded, as if everyone did. And who was I to argue with that idea? Everyone I knew intimately was involved in incest of some kind, so maybe everyone did.

“Do you mind telling me who?” she asked. I could see this was turning her on completely.

“As long as you don’t start judging us because of it, I’ll tell.”

“Honey, I don’t judge anyone. Who am I to judge others?”

“Okay. Well, the first one was my mom, and then her sister. Later, it was my grandma. And now it includes my adopted sister, too.”

I had always heard the word dumbfounded, but this was the first time it fit the expression of someone else so perfectly.

“Oh, my God. You’re living as an incestuous family, aren’t you?”

“Yep. So are Marie and Deanna. They both do it with their moms and their sisters.”

She must have realized her mouth was hanging open because she shut it with a click of her back teeth.

“Does that make you hot?” I asked.

“Are you telling me the truth?”

I nodded.

“Then yes, it does. Very.”

“So, then, who’s the other young girl?”

“My niece. She’s seven.”

“When did that start?”

“A year ago. That’s why I was so amazed you had started at six. Was it with your mom?”

“Yeah. I caught her masturbating to a video of herself and another woman I knew that she’d done some scenes with. She had me help her. Then she helped me.”

“Oh my God,” she said. I couldn’t tell if she thought she had just made a big mistake or if she thought she may have died and gone to Heaven. I suspected the latter.

“Then would you like to join my mom and sister and me for dinner sometime?”

“How old is your sister?”

“She’s ten. And delicious,” I said, grinning. “She could be dessert.”

“I think that would be… wonderful,” she said. She was extremely flushed, and I knew she was as horny as she could possibly be.

“Maybe you could bring your niece,” I said, then added quickly, “If she wants to join us, that is.”

“I’ll… um… talk to her.”

Ms. Patterson — or rather Danni since we were alone and being intimate — stepped to me and took me in her arms. Kissing me, she wrapped her hands around me and began to squeeze and massage my butt.

I returned the kiss and met her tongue with mine. Her hands moved to my shirt and bra and soon I was topless. I returned the favor.

We were near her desk, and she reached out and pushed what little was on it to the floor and laid me back on it. She stepped back and within seconds had removed her shoes, slacks, and panties. She stood before me completely nude except for the knee-high sheer stockings. She pulled them off and advanced on me.

I lifted my butt to allow her to get me as naked as she was. She pulled my shorts and panties off together before removing my flats. Then she lay over me and offered me her tits. I began to suck one of them as I listened to her soft moans of encouragement.

I was really enjoying this. I knew we didn’t have all afternoon because my mom would be coming in about another hour, not that we needed to be finished by then, but we at least needed to have come a couple of times each.

Her hands dove to my center and she began to massage my clit, smearing the juices around to fully lubricate me there. I spread my legs, pulling my knees out to give her maximum availability.

Then she was moving down my body, nibbling my nipples and sliding her tongue along my tummy. Stopping at my navel, she played in the tiny indentation with her tongue before moving on.

Then her tongue was on my clit. I knew immediately that I wasn’t far from an orgasm. Within a minute, I was making the final climb. I put my hand over my mouth and stifled the cries that wanted to burst from me as I spun into a joyful climax.

I bucked and heaved on the desk, spilling my wetness into my teacher’s mouth. Gasps and subdued moans echoed through the room as I did my best to remain silent.

When I’d finished coming, a knock sounded on the classroom door. We froze, looking at each other with fear and shock. It was too early for my mom, so we didn’t know who it could be.

Whoever it was tried the doorknob.

“It’s too early for my mom,” I whispered, nearly panicking.

At that point, Danni signaled for me to get up and get dressed as quickly as I could. I jumped up and began searching for my garments as Danni did the same. Then…

“Cheryl? You in there?”

It was Marie.

Danni didn’t recognize the voice, but I did. I heaved a big sigh of relief.

“It’s okay. It’s just Marie,” I whispered.

Danni looked confused for a moment. “She knew about this?” she asked.

“Sorry. Yeah. I told her.”

“I’m not sure I like that,” Danni said.

“Well, I said I’m sorry. But believe me, she isn’t going to be turning anyone in about this. She probably wants to join in.”

“She wants… Really?”

“Yeah. I’m sure of it.” With that I went to the door. “You alone?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said.

I opened the door and she entered quickly. As I closed the door, I heard her gasp.

When I looked at Marie, she was staring at Danni. “Holy fuck!” she said. Ms. Patterson, you’re so… fuck… you’re so… sexy.”

Meanwhile, Danni was looking back and forth from me to Marie, probably wondering what to do about this turn of events.

She was still naked, as was I. Stepping over to Marie, I began removing her clothes, figuring that would surely move things along. I watched Danni out of the corner of my eye. She was no fool. She realized this would be more fun, as long as Marie said nothing to anyone about it.

“You came back to school?” I asked.

“Well, not really. When my mom came to pick me up, I told her I was going to get a ride with you and that you had to stay after to do some stuff for one of your teachers. She was fine with that and winked at me, telling me not to get caught.” Marie grinned at Danni. “Hi, Ms. Patterson.”

“Hi, Marie. Um… you should call me Danni since we’re going to be doing this together. Just don’t mess up and call me that in school.”

“I won’t,” Marie said as she stepped out of her panties. She was now as naked as Danni and I were. I could see Danni was entranced by the sight of two thirteen-year-old girls wanting to have sex with her.

Taking Marie by the hand, I led her to Danni. “Kiss,” I said, and they did, tongues going full throttle as they kneaded the soft globes of each other’s breasts, pinching the other’s nipples. When they’d finished and their breathing was becoming more labored with their lust, I pushed Danni over toward the desk.

“Lie back. I want to eat you now,” I said. Turning to Marie, I said, “Squat over Danni’s mouth. She’s really good at licking pussy.” I grinned at my girlfriend and bent over Danni.

Breathing in her lovely scent, I leaned in and placed my tongue on her pussy, running it up and down the length of her slit, tasting her sweet perfume, which was literally dripping down to her butthole to form a milky pool there.

I quickly licked up the nectar that was running down from her open vagina, and she jerked slightly in response.

“Sensitive butthole?” I asked.

“Very,” she breathed.

Placing a finger at her rosebud, I tickled the tiny hole. She squirmed again at my touch, nearly gasping at the contact.

Leaning in again, I began to make oral love to her pussy, savoring her flavor and working to bring her off. While I did this, I could hear Danni’s tongue working in Marie’s pussy. Marie was doing her own squirming as she enjoyed the feel of the mouth on her clit and labia. Danni’s right hand was busy gently squeezing Marie’s boobs and pinching her nipples as Marie leaned over Danni and watched me licking my teacher.

I reached up with my other hand, the one not occupied with Danni’s butthole, and began to pinch the woman’s nipples, first one then the other.

I guess my mouth on her pussy, a finger tickling her butthole, and more fingers pinching her nipples were too much for her.

Danni came, and from the looks of it, she came hard.

She was bucking and snorting, and Marie was receiving some of the pleasure from that as the snorting probably was vibrating against Marie’s pussy.

At that point Marie began to grunt out her own orgasm as quietly as she could.

As this was happening, I realized that as quiet as we were trying to be, anyone walking close by her classroom door would be able to hear that something unusual was going on in here.

After they had calmed some, we ended up on the floor in a daisy chain. We would lick a partner and then switch so that we all got a chance to lick the pussy of our choice, so to speak.

After we came doing that, we lay there, doing our best to catch our breath.

There was another knock at the door. Glancing at the clock, I whispered, “It’s okay. It’s probably my mom.”

“So she knows too,” Danni said.

I looked at her and decided to more or less tell her the facts of life as far as I was concerned.

“This is the way my life is, Danni. I have sex with whoever I want and my mom is okay with that. The only thing I can’t do is let a guy fuck me, mostly because she knows having a child this young will totally fuck up my life. There’s practically nobody I’ve had sex with that my mom hasn’t had sex with as well, and that includes her younger sister, my aunt. We are totally open about this kind of thing. I have sex with someone, I tell her about it. That usually leads to having sex with my mom because hearing about it turns her on so much. And don’t worry that any of this has fucked me up in any way. I’m happy. Ecstatic, in fact. I get to do what makes me the happiest. How many thirteen-year-old girls can say that? Especially when sex is what makes me happiest? “

There was another knock at the door, followed by, “Cheryl? Ms. Patterson?”

Yep, it was Mom.

I went to the door. “Anyone around?”

“No.”

I opened the door and Mom came in. She smiled at Danni.

“You really should come over to our house. That way you won’t be needing to be so secretive about who’s at the door, and such.”

“You’re probably right,” Danni said.

“Not probably. I know I am. I hope it doesn’t shock you too much that I’m okay with my daughter doing these things.”

“Not at all,” Danni said. “In fact, it –” She stopped, apparently unsure about what she would say.

“Turns you on?” Mom asked. Danni nodded. “Good. Then it’s settled.” Mom eyed Danni’s naked body. “Speaking of getting turned on,” she said, and laughed as Danni blushed.

“So everyone get dressed, let’s straighten everything up, and we’ll go to our place. I’m sure we’ll all have fun,” Mom said. Her tone was seductive. I’d heard her use that tone in her movies before, and I was sure Danni had too.

“I can’t believe this,” Danni said. “I’ve been watching your movies since I was a teenager.”

“And masturbating to them, I hope,” Mom said.

Danni giggled. “Of course! But now, well, now I am going to actually enjoy the body of the woman I’ve longed to have sex with for so long. It’s just — I don’t know — unreal.”

“Believe me, honey. Every bit of it’s real. Now, let’s get going.”

And with that, we finished getting dressed, put the things that had been swept onto the floor back on the desk, and we left. Marie rode with Mom and me with Danni following in her car.

As we drove home, it occurred to me how strange life could be. Danni was right. Such opportunities as these were rare.

I was very glad she was going to take advantage of them.

Now if only I could get her to bring her little seven-year-old niece over some time.

Continue on to Chapter 36

Finding the Thrills Behind Sadness

By Cheryl Taggert 

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By Wednesday of that week, I was back on cloud nine, as my mom liked to say. All seemed right with the world now. On Tuesday morning, Mom had picked up Deanna on the way to school and dropped us both off, and we waited for Marie to show up. When she did, we both greeted her with huge smiles.

Marie knew Deanna and I had made up, and I had finally confessed that I was in love with both of them. Marie took Deanna aside to our private spot on the short brick wall. They chatted for a few minutes, and when they returned to me, they told me that we needed to have a threesome soon, or maybe even more.

“I wouldn’t mind if Jenna and her friend joined us,” Marie said.

“You mean Carmen?” I asked.

“Yeah, I really liked licking Jenna Saturday morning, and having another girl that age would be awesome.”

“Are you interested in even younger?” I asked her.

“Sure!” Marie said, and grinned.

“How young would you go?” Deanna asked her. I glanced at her after she asked that, knowing Deanna would go awfully young. We had enjoyed Nikki when she was five.

“As young as a girl can be and know that she wants to play around,” Marie answered.

“Five?” Deanna asked.

“Sure,” said Marie. “That’s how old I was when my sisters seduced me the first time, and I don’t regret it a bit.”

“Four?” I asked, and Marie looked at me, thinking.

“Maybe four,” she said, “if she knew what was happening.”

“I touched a three-year-old’s pussy before,” Deanna said. “My cousin Tori. She giggled and stuff, but she didn’t really know what it was about. She just knew it felt good.”

This was a bit of a surprise, really. I had never known she had touched her cousin when the girl was that young. I knew the cousin she was referring to, however, because Deanna had mentioned Tori after a recent trip to visit her mother’s sister in Seattle. Tori was now five, and Deanna had been more successful getting the little one interested in what they’d called “adult fun games.”

The bell rang and we entered the building, splitting up to go our separate ways for first class.

But as I said, things were great.

Until Wednesday evening, that is.

Gwen stopped by, and she didn’t look happy at all. At first, my heart seemed to catch in my throat because I thought she might have the ultimate bad news about Cindy, but it turned out it wasn’t about Cindy, though it related to her.

Kinsey Harris, the call girl who had talked to Gwen about Cindy, had been found dead. Her body had been discovered in a dumpster on Bellanca Avenue near West Manchester in Inglewood, one of the many suburbs of L.A. She had been strangled. There were other injuries, but I never heard about them because Mom and Gwen didn’t want to give me nightmares.

Jenna heard the news and ran to her room. I followed and held her while she cried.

“I sometimes can’t sleep and think about my mom,” she cried. “If she could have gotten back to get me by now, she would’ve.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Everything will be okay.”

“My mom’s dead! I just know it!” Her sobs began again. I felt so sorry for her. I knew if my mom was missing for three years, I would go crazy. I hadn’t really thought about how sad Jenna must be sometimes.

I realized there wasn’t much I could do to make her feel better. I just held my adopted baby sister while she cried. It was all I could do, and that made me feel so helpless.

After a while, her crying subsided and she looked at me with teary eyes and said, “Make love to me. Please?”

“Are you sure?” I asked. I hadn’t expected that at all.

“Yeah. Very sure.”

When I asked my mom about it later, she told me that sex is an affirmation of life. She said that for us to make love probably made Jenna feel very alive, even while thinking her mom was possibly dead.

I took Jenna in my arms and kissed her, very softly, very tenderly. I didn’t want to rush things or turn this into some frenzied sex with the only objective being having an orgasm.

So with that in mind, I kissed her tear-stained eyes, her nose, her ear lobes. Then I was nuzzling her neck, licking and kissing the softest areas I knew were the best for that.

I felt her shiver in my arms.

Holding her close, I lifted the hem of her shirt and removed it. Then I kissed her on the lips again, softly sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met mine and seemed to slide around my invading tongue as if they were dancing to a slow song of love and romance.

She began to unbutton my shirt, an eggshell colored midriff blouse, and pushed it off my shoulders. I helped her discard it. She, of course, was wearing no bra since she still had nothing to hold up there, just some slightly swelling nipples, but I was, and she unsnapped it, pushing the straps down my arms and off.

Leaning over my topless body, she took one nipple into her mouth and began to suck it like a baby wanting milk. She curled up to me and did that for some time, suckling me and running her hands over my back, shoulders, and arms all the while.

I held her as if she were a baby, my baby, as she sought the comfort this act must be able to provide her.

After about ten minutes, she moved to the other nipple and continued sucking it as she had done with the other one. This time, however, she began gently humping my thigh while she “nursed” from me.

Finally, she broke the lip-lock she had on my boobs and kissed me. I could see the lust, desire, and love in her eyes.

Reaching down, I pushed her shorts, which had only an elastic band waistline holding them up, down to her knees, then adjusted my body so I could reach to push them all the way off over her delicate, little feet. I sat up on my knees and started to remove my own shorts, but she stopped me.

“Let me,” she said, and reached up to replace my hands with her own. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the waist, unzipped me, then pushed them down my legs to where my knees rested against the bed. Lying down, I allowed her to remove my shorts.

She lay on top of me, pussy-to-pussy and began to grind slowly into my center, pushing her little girl’s pussy against my young teenager’s mound.

Our breathing quickened as the lust in us rose to another level. I felt my nipples tingling and stiffening as they puckered with the sensual pleasure my body was feeling. I could feel Jenna’s nipples stiffen as well, poking into my sensitive flesh.

My hands grasped her panty-clad butt and I squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh, savoring the feel of the globes beneath the thin fabric. Her breathing told me she liked that I was massaging those cheeks. I felt her raise her hips slightly, urging my hands to seek her rosebud to tenderly touch its center through the thin material of her cotton panties.

I could do better than that, however.

I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged, sliding her last undergarment down her legs to mid-thigh. She reached down with one hand and, tucking her legs up, removed the panties.

I reached down and took them from her, holding them in my hand before placing the garment against my nose to breath in the intoxicating aroma of her young, fresh pussy. The gusset was already quite wet, and I stuffed the panties into my mouth to suck the juices from that small area of lucky cloth.

Jenna smiled at me and kissed me passionately as her panties protruded from my lips. I was sure she could taste her own clean nectar on her panties and my lips.

I removed her panties my mouth and renewed the kiss, driving my tongue past her lips to swim there behind the open wall of her teeth.

When we broke this kiss, she scooted down and removed my panties, doing the same with mine that I did with hers — stuffing them into her mouth to suck clean.

She kissed me with my panties in her mouth, allowing me to taste what she was tasting, to enjoy what she enjoyed.

Then my panties, now cleaned of the juices that had filled them, were tossed unceremoniously onto the floor and our lips met again to continue the kisses.

Jenna was lying on top of me once more, and my hands once again sought her butt, squeezing the soft balls of flesh. And again, she pushed her pelvis back, raising her butt to try to steer my touch to her tender orifice.

This time I satisfied her desires. I moved my hand to the crack and allowed the middle finger of my left hand to slide between the cheeks and down the crevice, parting her anal cleft to reach the anus itself. Touching it with the very tip of my finger and short fingernail, I felt her squirm on top of me in delight as she raised her butt farther to urge my finger to enter here there, to fuck that tiny opening.

Once again, I did what she wanted.

Then I rolled us onto our sides and said, “Do mine too.”

She grinned and slipped her finger quickly down to part my cheeks and push her finger into my butthole to the first knuckle. I grunted in delight as she did this and began to push my finger in and out, keeping everything no deeper than my own first knuckle.

I now moved to put my face near her pussy, momentarily stopping the fucking of her ass with my fingertip, but returning to it when I was finally in place to lick and devour her pussy. I was now under her and staring at her soft flower.

She giggled as my own bare pussy hovered under her face. Then, she raised her face to join the lips of her mouth to the lips of my pussy. I dove into her moisture and began to lap and lick the area, concentrating on her tiny clit, which was now a small, hard bump beneath the fleshy folds of her labia. The tiny nugget of flesh seemed to be playing an erotic game of hide and seek. It hid in plain view while my tongue sought it to lick and rub it into the mounting climax.

“Oh, my God, Cheryl, that feels so good!” she said.

“I know exactly what you mean,” I answered.

I began to chew her outer labia the way I had seen Marie doing. I would chew the hairless mound before pulling my teeth back to lick, kiss, and suck the fleshy folds, only to start chewing again once I began to feel Jenna’s hips begin to hump against my mouth.

Jenna began to return the favor, chewing softly on the outer and inner labia before replacing her teeth with her tongue and lips. She was so good at what she was doing, I would have sworn it was Marie doing it instead of Jenna. She had learned well from my girlfriend.

I began to feel the hint of the orgasm that would soon pound into me like a runaway train. It was sliding up on me for a moment, then it was rushing to its completion.

I began to scream out my climax as it consumed me, causing my body to jerk, spasm, and hunch as wave after wave crashed into me. It felt as if my pussy had been connected to a live wire and the electricity was coursing through me.

Moments later, Jenna was coming too. Her body convulsed with the intense shocks and after-shocks of her orgasm. Grunts echoed in the room as she forced the sounds out of her lungs with each jolt from the climax.

When we had both finished coming, we returned to kissing each other, this time with tender gasps and sighs. We lay beside each other, pussies pressed into hips, and slowly humped ourselves to another orgasm, basically masturbating while using the hip and thigh of the other person.

Once we had come that way, we just lay with each other, spent and basking in our afterglow from coming.

“I love you, baby sister,” I said, giving her a tired, but satisfied, smile.

“I love you, too, big sister,” she said.

Then we closed our eyes and slept. I wasn’t aware of time until Mom came to get us out of bed.

“You two can’t stay in bed all day. There are things that we have to get done,” she said, rousing us from our sex-induced slumber.

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Things were looking up by Friday. Of course, Kinsey was still dead, but the rest of our lives were returning to normal.

That day at school, I stayed back after the class had left Ms. Patterson’s English class. I had been thinking about it, and I had decided she was a very pretty, sexy woman. She had shoulder-length, dark blonde hair and a nice figure. She wasn’t too big in the boob department, which was fine because I don’t care much for large boobs, and her slender hips made me think of my Aunt Emmy.

Not only that, but she had inadvertently confessed to having messed around with girlfriends when she was our age. Well, confessed may be too strong a word, but because she had basically refused to answer my question about that, it had become fairly obvious what her answer was.

I knew her next class was her planning period, so I hung back to chat about what she’d caught Marie and me doing in the bathroom nearly a week ago.

She had gone outside into the hallway to “direct traffic” as she sometimes called it when she tried to get students to get to their classes, and didn’t know I had stayed. My next class was visual art, and I knew I could be late to that class and not worry as long as I had a note from a teacher.

When she walked back into her room, she saw me and gave a slight gasp of surprise. “Cheryl — I didn’t know you were still in here.”

“Yes ma’am. I wanted to talk to you because I have a lot of questions about stuff and thought you might could answer them.” The truth was I had no questions I didn’t know the answers to, at least on the topic I had chosen to discuss, but she didn’t know that.

“Well, I can do my best. What class do you have next, though? I don’t want you to miss something important.”

“I’m in visual art. I’m getting an A in there and can be late with a note. Ms. Brimley won’t mind. We’re just working on a project I’m almost finished with anyway.”

“Okay,” she said. I could see she was a bit flustered, and I thought that odd. She was a teacher, I was her student. Why would she be nervous with me?

I sat looking at her for a moment until she interrupted my thoughts to ask what questions I had.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was just sorta wondering something.”

“Okay…what?” I was definitely beating around the bush about this.

“Ms. Patterson? When I asked you that question the other day, you refused to answer it and I was wondering what the answer was.”

“What question, Cheryl?” But I could see she knew exactly which question I meant.

“You know, the one about if you were like Marie and me when you were younger.”

“There’s a good reason I didn’t answer you,” she said. “That’s a very personal question.”

“Well, I figured you know about Marie and me, and you didn’t seem all upset about what we were doing, so I just kinda wondered if you did stuff like that. If you did, I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know what Marie and I did isn’t all that bad, that if you did it too, then I wouldn’t feel, you know, weird about my feelings.”

She looked at her room door, which was open. Then she stood up, went to it, and closed it. We were completely alone now.

“I don’t think I should tell you if I did that stuff or not,” she said. “You say you won’t tell, but that would give you something on me — if I did anything like that, of course.” She was blushing slightly.

“It’s actually kinda obvious you did,” I said.

“How do you figure that?” she asked, blushing fully now.

“Because if you hadn’t, you would have said you hadn’t. Instead, you said it’s not my business. You would have denied it if you didn’t, but you sort of side-stepped the question.”

“Why do you want to know about this — if it happened, that is?”

“Like I said, I don’t want to feel all weird about how I feel about Marie, and if you’ve done it too, I won’t feel weird about it so much,” I said. Of course I was lying, but I just wanted to get her to talk about it. “And I won’t tell anyone, I swear. I mean, if I did, you could tell about Marie and me. So you have something on me, too.”

She took a deep breath and let it out, then looked at me, sizing me up, I suppose, to see if I was telling the truth about saying nothing. Of course, I would never have said anything about it, except to Marie and Deanna, and they wouldn’t say anything. And oh, yes, my mom and Jenna would hear about it, too, but they certainly wouldn’t say anything either.

“If you tell anyone about this, I will deny it and say you are spreading lies because I caught you with Marie. Understood?”

“Totally,” I said, hanging on the edge of my seat.

“When I was about your age, I had a friend,” she began. “Her name was Kelsey. We did everything together, loved the same shows on TV, the same movies, the same songs. Then one night she and I got permission to camp out in her backyard. I won’t go into all the details, but the subject of masturbation came up, as it often will in those situations where two adolescents feel as if they’re totally alone with each other and want to… explore certain topics. Kelsey wanted to know if I’d ever tried it. We did the ‘I’ll tell if you tell’ thing, but finally I admitted I had tried it before. Well, that was obviously the start of working around to actually doing that with each other that night, so we did. When I caught Marie and you together and realized what you’d been doing, I remembered Kelsey and how terrible it would have been if we were caught like that, especially if word got out we liked to masturbate together. I couldn’t ignore it, but I wanted to do my best to keep you out of trouble.”

“So, that’s all you did together?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, blushing.

“Did you… like it?” I asked, hoping this conversation wouldn’t end here.

She actually smiled. “What do you think?”

I smiled too. Then, I went for broke.

“Can I tell you something about Marie and me?” I asked her.

“Only if you want to.”

“We do more than that together.” I had thought about it, and realized there was nothing she could do to get us into trouble about that. I could tell her in detail exactly what we did with and to each other because it hadn’t happened at school, and the worst she would do is tell our mothers. And what good would that do?

She swallowed… hard. “What do you mean by that?”

“We’re lovers. We do everything in bed together.” I paused before repeating, “Everything.” I licked my lips.

Ms. Patterson turned a bright red. She had certainly not expected this.

“Do you understand what ‘everything’ means?” She was now breathing quite heavily.

“Oh, yes,” I said.

My own pussy was creaming like mad.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked. She was perspiring now, and I could see from her eyes that this was turning her on, as I suspected it might. It was bringing back memories of her and her friend Kelsey, and their unfulfilled relationship. Of course, I was taking her at her word on that. Perhaps she had done much more as well, but she wasn’t willing to tell me that much.

“Because I want to,” I said. “I want you to know what we do together.” I got up and asked for a pass to visual art. She filled it out with a shaky hand and gave it to me. I went to the door and, before opening it, turned back to her.

“And I am hoping you think about us later when you’re at home… alone.” Then I looked directly into her eyes and said, “Do you think I have time to stop off at the bathroom? Marie won’t be there, but I still have something to take care of.”

“Sure,” she said. “If there are any problems with Ms. Brimley, just have her speak to me after school.”

“It won’t take me long,” I said and smiled at her before leaving the room. I had left absolutely no doubt as to what I planned to do in the girls’ bathroom, though what happened certainly wasn’t in my plans.

After locking the stall door, I pulled my panties down to my ankles so I could spread my knees to get the best access to my pussy. I immediately began massaging my clit, which was slick with my juices. About a minute into my self-loving, I heard the door to the hallway open. I stopped for a moment, knowing that my fingers would make wet sounds on my pussy if I kept going.

Suddenly, whoever it was tried to open my stall, pulling on the locked door.

“Occupied,” I said politely.

“I know,” came the reply. It was Ms. Patterson.

Holy fuck! She had followed me into the bathroom, knowing what I planned to do.

“Ms. Patterson?” I had not figured on this happening. Why was she here? Certainly, she wasn’t here to bust me for masturbating. She had pretty well agreed to allow me this time when she’d said to have Ms. Brimley contact her if there was a problem.

Then I knew. Of course. I had gotten her horny. I knew that. Now, she wanted me to do with her what I had done with Marie just last week. Maybe even more.

“Open the door,” she said, her lust obvious in her voice.

I pushed the latch and she entered, latching the door again. I was sitting there, my knees spread apart, my bald pussy on full display.

I looked up at Ms. Patterson. She was licking her lips and staring at my lap.

“I lied.” she said. “Kelsey and I did a lot more than masturbate together.”

I filed that away in my mind for later consideration, or ‘Reaction Time’ as Marie put it so well. Right then, however, I needed to deal with this. “What if someone comes in?” I asked.

“I locked the door to the hall,” she said. Then she raised her skirt, a flowing, soft cotton skirt that went above her hips easily. She wore no panties. “I took them off before coming down here,” she explained.

Her hands reached down to her own pussy, and she knelt on the floor in front of me. Leaning in, she placed her mouth on my pussy, and I began to soar.

I couldn’t believe it! My English teacher was licking my pussy while masturbating! She had busted Marie and me just last week for doing this same thing. No, not the same. Less, actually.

After she made me come, I watched as she finished herself off. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and I decided to reach out and knead her boobs while she worked herself to orgasm. I could feel a thin bra beneath the dress, but because the material was thin, I could also feel her nipples sticking out and pressing themselves into my palm.

My mouth watered for her titties, but that would have to wait.

When she came, I watched as she writhed. She had obviously been even more turned on than I had thought she was.

Then she pushed my top up, along with my bra, and started sucking my nipples. I could feel them swelling in her mouth. I took the opportunity to reach down the front of her loose-fitting dress to slip my hands inside her bra to pinch her nipples.

Suddenly, she stood up and started putting herself together. Then she began to cry. I was shocked at this.

“I’m sorry, Cheryl. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so ashamed.”

“It’s okay. I knew what I was doing. I loved it!” I said, as I stood to hug my teacher. “I mean, I practically threw myself at you.”

She hugged me back and sniffled. “I suppose you’re right,” she said and smiled, blushing again.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she confessed. “I’ve been with a few girls much younger than I before, and I’ve watched movies with your mom in them for years, since I was in college. I would watch them and fantasize about meeting her. Then I end up not only meeting her, but I get a job teaching in the school her daughter attends, where I actually get to teach that daughter and fantasize about her every day. Oh, my, you are so sexy. You seem to sweat eroticism from every pore of your body. I must have come six times the night after I caught you two in here.”

I blushed at her compliments and confession. I’d never had an adult, well, gush over me like that in a sexual way. The adoration made me feel as if I were the porn star.

Then it hit me. She’d said she’d ‘been with a few girls much younger’ than she was before. I would have to get the story on her earlier adventures. I wondered if they were former students, or if she had a younger sister or two.

Looking down, I realized my panties were still around my ankles. Before pulling them up, though, I reached up and pulled the top of Ms. Patterson’s dress down off her shoulders, exposing her bra. Then I pushed the bra up and gasped.

Her chocolate brown nipples poked out about a half inch from her boobs like two pencil points.

Leaning into her, I began to suckle her like a baby. I loved the feel of that nipple in my mouth. Then stepping back, I looked at Ms. Patterson and said, “Can’t ignore the other one.” So I embraced the other nipple with my lips and sucked on it for a minute.

After that, I figured we shouldn’t press our luck, so I pulled my panties up while she once again pulled herself together to leave the bathroom.

As we did, I stopped Ms. Patterson at the door before she opened it. Standing on my tiptoes because she was about six inches taller than me, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her.

“Thank you, Ms. Patterson!” I said. “Can we do this again? Maybe you could come over to my house and really meet my mom. I’m sure she would love to have you.” I made sure to emphasize those words to get my full meaning across to my young, sexy English teacher. She got the message and returned the grin I gave her.

“Well, sweetie, first I think when we’re alone, you can call me Danni. As for meeting your mom and maybe doing more, I would love to if she’s interested.”

I just nodded, thinking she could be told when the time was right.

“Okay, I’ll talk to Mom about when you can come over.” Again, I emphasized the sexual innuendo.

“I’d like that,” Danni said, smiling.

We kissed once more to seal the deal.

I couldn’t wait to tell Deanna and Marie about this. They were going to die with envy. And I especially couldn’t wait to tell Mom. She had always thought my teacher was really sexy.

I had to wonder, though, what Ms. Patterson, or Danni, would think about my family’s lifestyle.

Continue on to Chapter 35

Miserable Happiness, the Oxymoron of My Life

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I spent the rest of the weekend in my room. I called Marie late Saturday afternoon and filled her in on how badly things went at Deanna’s. She had asked me to call as soon as I got home, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, so I put it off.

I was, however, in the mood to mope about it.

I mostly lay in bed and alternated between crying and listening to songs Deanna and I liked. I began to wonder what would become of me. I was in love with one girl but loved another enough to be lovesick over her as well.

As the weekend from Hell lingered on, I began to wonder about my feelings for both Marie and Deanna. Maybe I was in love with both of them? Maybe I had just grown so used to having Deanna around that I took the relationship for granted.

No. It wasn’t that, I told myself. I would not accept that I could be in love with more than one person at a time.

But maybe that was exactly what was going on here. Maybe my stupid thirteen-year-old brain hadn’t figured it out and I’d hurt one of the most important people in my life.

I was totally confused. Life had thrown me a curve ball, and I’d swung at the damn thing three times to strike out on one pitch.

Maybe I was just an idiot.

I began to accept that as fact. I knew I was smart in school work, except for math, but in life and relationships, I was scoring a humongous F.

By Sunday afternoon, I was so depressed I lay naked in bed and watched old romance movies. I didn’t touch myself or anything like that. My libido was at zero, but I watched Sleepless in Seattle three times, as well as You’ve Got Mail. Yes, I’m a big fan of Ms. Ryan and masturbate to visions of her often. But this time I was watching for the romantic parts, not to imagine her naked.

Marie called three times that day, but each time I had little to say except that I was definitely in love with her. She asked me if maybe I was in love with Deanna too. She assured me that would be okay with her. She just wanted me to be happy again.

I loved her for that, too, and it made me smile for a moment for the first time since I’d broken Deanna’s heart.

The last time she called me, she said, “Why don’t you call Deanna? I’m sure she’s about as happy as you are. Try to talk it out with her.”

“I tried,” I said.

“And?”

“She wouldn’t speak to me.” That brought on fresh tears, and Marie tried her best to soothe my soul with assurances it would be okay, though how it would go from this living Hell to okay was beyond any of our imaginations. All I knew was I missed my friend. My lover. Perhaps not on the romantic scale of Marie in my heart, but my lover nonetheless.

She had been a solid part of my life for so long. Now that she was gone from my life, I felt as if I was trying to walk a straight line in one of those inflatable bouncy rooms you find at carnivals. Nothing seemed solid anymore.

I fell asleep Sunday night crying. I dreaded the next day at school.

*******

Of course, the big news the next morning was that Spidey had been fired. The word had gotten around that he and Ms. Bradshaw had been caught doing it in his office. I hadn’t told anyone, so I figured it must have been Marie. When I saw her that morning, I asked if she had, and she just got a glint in her eye and grinned.

I still wasn’t to the grinning stage yet. I could barely even smile, in fact.

Okay, I couldn’t really do that either.

When Deanna arrived at school, she seemed to make it a point to walk right past me without looking at me at all, as if I weren’t even there.

Of course, I knew she saw me, but the ignoring hurt. I was standing there with Marie, who watched Deanna’s approach while glancing back and forth at the two of us as she walked up. I know she was wondering what we would say to each other, but it turned out we said nothing.

Then Deanna walked up to another girl and started a conversation. When I realized who it was, I thought I might throw up. I was literally sick to my stomach.

Of all the girls Deanna could have chosen to speak to instead of me, this one hurt the most.

She was talking to Clare, who seemed surprised Deanna had stopped to chat with her. I didn’t blame Clare. The last time the two had spoken, it had not been very pleasant at all.

My tears welled up, and I could see that Deanna saw the effect this was having on me.

I ran up the steps into the building and went straight to the office, telling them I was sick and needed to go home. My mom wasn’t home yet, so they had to wait to call her. I could tell everyone thought it odd that I’d come to school only to want to go immediately home, but I didn’t care.

When they finally got Mom on the phone, I talked to her. When I started crying, she said, “I wondered if this was too soon. I’ll be right there.”

Marie was sad that I was hurting this much, and she told me she was gonna “kick the living shit” out of Deanna. I told her no. I made her promise not to do anything.

“I hurt her enough. You don’t have to make it worse.”

“But she’s hurting you now,” she said.

“My mom says turnabout is fair play. I deserve it.”

Still, Marie glared at Deanna while I waited outside for my mom’s return to school to get me.

When I got in the car the tears started all over again and I told Mom what had happened.

“She’s just still hurting, baby. Deanna isn’t the type to keep hurting you. She’ll realize how bad what she’s done is.”

I said that I doubted it.

She looked at me and said, “Okay, this has gone far enough. We’re going to end this one way or another.”

With that, she made a right at the next light instead of a left, which was the way she should have turned to go home.

The turn she’d made would take us to Deanna’s.

“Mom, no. I don’t want to go there.”

“Believe me, this is the only way to solve this. Ignoring the problem isn’t going to change anything.”

When we got to Deanna’s, we got out of the car and went up and rang the doorbell. Well, Mom rang the doorbell. I was here against my will. Jessie answered the door, looking only mildly surprised we were there.

She took one look at me and said, “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry this has gone this far.”

Mom told her what had happened at school, ending with, “They love each other. Been best friends since they were nine. We have to make them talk to each other.”

“I agree,” Jessie said. “This place was like a funeral parlor this weekend. Too many more days like that, and I may have to kill her.”

Mom laughed at Jessie’s small joke. I didn’t. Nothing about this was worth smiling over, much less laughing.

They talked for another minute or so and Jessie said, “You two have a seat in the living room. I’ll be right back. I’m checking Deanna out of school and we’re all going to talk. She won’t learn anything there today anyway with her mind on Cheryl.”

We sat and said nothing. In fact, neither of us spoke until the door opened again and Jessie walked in, admonishing Deanna for being so cruel to me at school that morning. Apparently, this had been the main topic on their ride home from school.

“She was cruel to me first,” Deanna was saying, the tears she was shedding evident in her voice.

Jessie answered, “No, she wasn’t. She was actually honest with you and expected your support. You know. That thing real friends do for each other, even when it hurts.”

Then, realizing we may be able to hear them, Deanna said more softly, “But, Mom, I love her so much. How could she not know that?”

My heart seemed to break and mend, all at the same time. She hadn’t said loved, using the past tense. She had said love. Of course, she still loves me. Of course, she was just trying to make me jealous by approaching my number one enemy and striking up a conversation. And of course, I loved her. No, I thought, I’m IN love with her.

I stood and took a few tentative steps toward the foyer, where Deanna still could not see me.

“Deanna?” I said, softly and tenderly, the tears just as evident in my voice.

Sudden silence erupted in the foyer. She took a step into the large archway that led to the living room and looked at me. There was fear in her eyes. And uncertainty. And love. She was still crying.

I could see she was wanting me to speak first, so I did.

“I love you.” It was a simple statement of fact. An admission. A request.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, and said, “Not like that. Not like you love Marie.”

“You’re right,” I said, and her face began to crumble. Then I quickly added, “I love you more.”

She seemed to freeze. Her mouth seemed like that of a statue, slightly open in amazement.

Yes, we loved each other, and we were in love with each other. Somewhere along the path that stretched back for a third of our lifetimes, I had fallen in love with her. We had grown so comfortable with each other that I didn’t recognize it. What I had just told her was true. I loved her more than I loved Marie because ours was a comfortable love that would clearly last a lifetime, no matter who else we fell in love with when we finally became adults.

It turned out that I can be in love with more than one person at a time. Deanna was proof of that.

We ran to each other and embraced. Our lips met, and we kissed like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in what had felt like an eternity. And in a way that was exactly what had happened.

Finally, I leaned back. It was important she understand what I was going to say.

“Deanna, I love Marie too. My love for her was more sudden, like an explosion, but I still love her. You’re going to have to accept that.”

Deanna stood there, thinking about this. I could see she wasn’t thrilled, but at least she wasn’t telling me to get the fuck out of her house.

“Deanna?” It was Jessie.

“Hmm?” Deanna said, looking over at her mother.

“Don’t you think that the mere fact that Cheryl fell into such passionate love with Marie says a lot about what kind of person Marie is?”

I felt like running over to Jessie and hugging her. Deanna looked at me.

Then she smiled.

“I guess so,” she said.

“We can all three spend time together,” I said, wagging my eyebrows suggestively. That got a giggle from Deanna, the first I’d heard in what felt like forever.

I looked at Mom then at Jessie. “Is Deanna well enough now for sex?” I asked.

Jessie smiled. “I suppose so,” she said. “But it is a school day, you know. And both of you seem to be feeling much better.”

We both stared at Jessie in disbelief. School? We must have looked awfully funny because she burst into laughter.

“Oh! You two! The look on–! Priceless!” Jessie said, trying to control herself.

I looked at Mom. “Mom?”

“Go enjoy yourselves,” she said. Then looking at Jessie, she added. “We might be able to find something interesting to do as well.”

Jessie said, “Well, I was going to do the grocery shopping, but I suppose that can wait.”

Taking the hand of the girl I had loved for so long and so easily that I had mistaken it for friendship, I pulled her toward the foyer and the stairs that led to her room.

“Don’t disturb us, please. We’re on our honeymoon,” I said.

The two moms chuckled at that, but Deanna just beamed.

Arriving at Deanna’s room, I shut the door behind us and turned to her.

“Let’s never fight like that again, okay? I was so torn up!” I said to her, tears forming once again, but these were tears of relief.

“Me too. When Mom told me you were on the phone yesterday, I so wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn’t. I was afraid of what we might say to each other. I was afraid we would say something that couldn’t be taken back.”

I laughed through my tears. “What? ‘Get the fuck out of my house’ doesn’t qualify for that?”

She joined my laughter with her own. It was the world’s most beautiful symphony. “No. I was afraid I would say something really stupid, like I never wanted to see you again.”

“I’ll never hurt you again,” I said. Of course, it wasn’t an accurate statement, even though I was being honest. People who love each other always hurt each other, but as long as they could get past the hurt and remain together, everything would be okay.

I thought about those words. Elizabeth, Jessie, Mom, and even Marie had said those exact words to me over the past few days. Everything will be okay.

Thank goodness they were right.

I took Deanna in my arms and we lay on her bed. We took our time making love. It must have taken at least a half hour just to get each other’s clothes off.

We kissed.

We fondled.

We licked.

We breathed the other in.

We even chewed.

We made love. Just the way two people in love are supposed to.

Continue on to Chapter 34

Dear Readers,

In case you’re wondering why I’ve been including so much romance in my writing, I actually had to wonder myself. Then I realized my first anniversary to my lovely wife and partner, Lisa, was coming up. I knew that, of course, but I found myself wondering for about three seconds why I was writing so much about love and being IN love in this series. It amazed me that I was subconsciously feeling the coming special date and it was transferring into my writing.

For those who’ve lost track, June 22nd is our anniversary. As I write this, it is 12:04 A.M. Eastern Time, June 3rd. I’m not sure when this will end up posting (chapter 29 posted yesterday and I am way ahead on my writing), but in any case, if you are enjoying the romantic aspects of this story, even the problems associated with them, you can thank my lovely Lisa. She is more important to me today than she was a year ago.

And even though the “Story Cheryl” is going through some adolescent problems that are also learning experiences for her, she knows the meaning and value of love. That is something I wish for all of you, and it’s the reason so many of my characters love their partners in many ways.

Thank you for reading. I am having SO MUCH fun with this story! I must be honest and tell you I wasn’t having this much fun when I finished chapter 16, which was the place I stopped writing it some time ago, prior to taking it up again not that long ago now.

Take care and keep coming back for more… and coming!  😛

Cheryl and Lisa

Explaining Love and Other Bad News

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

When I awoke the next day, I did so slowly, as if watching as a steady rain lightened to a shower, then a sprinkle, before ebbing to a mist and finally just clouds before giving way to clear skies. As I moved through those stages into wakefulness, I realized I wasn’t alone, feeling the warmth of someone in the bed beside me.

Then I remembered. Marie was there. She had spent the night, and we had made love during our time before falling asleep in each other’s arms. We had professed our undying love for one another and as I opened my eyes, I expected to see her there beside me, which she was. As I’d wanted, she was the first thing I saw on the morning I didn’t want to dawn, and my heartbeat moved from a waltz to hard rock.

Her eyes were closed. For a moment I thought she was still asleep, but then I wasn’t as sure. When we are asleep, our breathing is deep, slow, and measured. Marie’s breathing, however, was anything but. Some breaths were deep, some shallow. None of them were slow, and they were certainly not measured. Was she dreaming of me? Someone else? Her breathing sounded…erotic, as if she were near climax.

Then I noticed her eyes. They were shut, but not just that. They were squeezed closed. Another sign of what appeared to be happening. I grew excited myself as the thought crossed my mind that she seemed to be having, well, a wet dream. Despite the fun we’d had the night before, my little button began to respond. Heat and moisture gathered there as the small nubbin of flesh gradually sprang to life.

I lay as still as I could, not wanting to wake the girl I loved so much. No, I wanted to watch her as she came.

It was at this point that my ears decided to wake up, and I heard something that let me know there was more to this than I had at first thought. It was true that I wasn’t alone since Marie was there. But Marie was also not alone, and not because I lay beside her. Someone else was in the bed. I could hear the sounds of a tongue licking something even wetter than itself. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that would be.

Barely moving, I peered down and noticed a large lump beneath the bed sheets. The lump moved slowly, shifting slightly either to gain more comfort or to gain access to something on Marie’s body.

It was Jenna.

While I looked at my little sister’s soft movements beneath the sheets, Marie spoke up, whispering. “Shh. Don’t wake Cheryl.”

Marie wasn’t asleep after all. She was awake. Fully awake and aware of what Jenna was doing.

For a moment I was jealous. Marie wanted to be with Jenna and not me. I was about to speak up when a thought occurred to me: It was okay to love me and enjoy someone else’s company. That had never really occurred to me before, but then I’d never been in love before. I realized that I certainly enjoyed Deanna’s company and would continue to do so. Marie would not be deciding to turn her back on the relationship she shared with her sisters and mother, just as I would not refrain from enjoying Mom and Jenna. And if Marie had a friend that she thought of the way I thought of Deanna, she shouldn’t break that friendship off, either.

Later, when I talked to Mom about my love for Marie and how it was different from my love for anyone else, including Deanna, I also mentioned my sudden revelation about relationships. Mom told me it was the most mature thing she’d ever heard from anyone, adult or child. I beamed at the compliment and felt my heart expand with the utter and complete love I had for my mother.

When I discussed my love for Marie with Deanna, it was a different matter entirely, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I could hear the slurping noises Jenna was making as she licked Marie’s most sensitive spot. Marie’s face was clenching and her breathing becoming even more ragged than it had been.

She was definitely close to her orgasm, and this made me wonder how long they’d been busy having sex and trying to allow me to sleep through it.

Suddenly, Marie’s breathing turned to gasps. Small whimpers issued from her throat as she came. Her only movements besides her breathing were her hands grasping and releasing the sheets and a slight involuntary undulation of her hips.

As she calmed down from the pleasure my little sister had brought her, I decided to make my presence known. Inching my hand down toward Marie’s hip, I stiffened my arm and suddenly threw the covers aside, revealing Jenna scrunched down between Marie’s spread legs, her lips wet with Marie’s juices, her eyes glazed over with lust. It was odd that her eyes, barely ten-years-old, could look so adult when adult pleasures affected them. At the same time, her eyes showed surprise, but it was a sort of drowsy surprise due to the sexual desire coursing through her body.

I also noticed my sister had one hand at her pussy. She was kneading it like a cat when it “makes bread” on someone’s leg or a piece of furniture. Her hand would grab the wet inner and outer lips, squeeze the tender flesh, and then release it again before repeating the process. I knew this was how Jenna kept things simmering until someone could do more to help her achieve the orgasm she longed for. Either that, or she would masturbate fully and bring herself to climax.

Marie’s eyes, like Jenna’s, were a study in lust and surprise. Art was one of my favorite classes at school, and I hoped to remember that look to attempt painting it one day. I could still see the moisture that had built up on my lover’s hairless mound, which was completely wet with a mixture of her delicious natural lubricant and Jenna’s saliva.

I laughed at them. It wasn’t a mean laugh, more of a giggle of delight at catching them unaware.

“How long have you been awake?” Marie asked, smiling at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could see the unspoken “I love you” behind her smile.

“Since right before you came,” I said. Then I looked at Jenna. “Couldn’t wait, huh? What time did you sneak in here?”

Jenna looked slightly annoyed. “I didn’t sneak in! Marie came and got me!”

“You did?” I asked.

Then thinking I might be jealous, she rushed to say, “Yeah, but it’s only because I was super horny and didn’t want to wake you.”

I enfolded my lover in my arms and kissed her. “It’s okay. I’m not jealous.”

She looked at me, tears starting to form. “Whew! I sorta wondered if you would be.”

“Nope. After all, while I love you and want to make love with you, that doesn’t mean I own you or that you own me. It just means we’re in love.”

“You’re in love?!” Jenna shrieked, her eyes once again growing to large round orbs, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” we said, in unison. I grinned at Marie and she looked back at me, a rare shy smile decorating her face.

“Does Mom know?”

“Not yet, but don’t tell her. That’s for me to do.”

“Okay,” Jenna said, “but can someone get me off? I’m still real horny.”

I chuckled and said to Marie, “I’m sure you would like to do the honors.”

“I would love it!” she said. “I’ve never tasted a pussy that young before.” Then she added, “Well, except for my own when I was younger.”

Jenna scooted up to join us and, kissing me, lay down, spreading her legs to allow Marie to get to her pussy. As she watched Marie get into place between her legs, a smile of pure joy seemed permanently glued to her face.

Marie knelt and began to kiss Jenna’s inner thighs while lightly brushing her tongue across the flesh there as if her tongue were a paintbrush and she was decorating the world’s most delicate material.

Jenna’s hips and thighs trembled at the intimate contact.  Each tiny jolt caused a slight ripple in the trembling that was like an electric current radiating through her body.

Then Marie began to chew softly on the same flesh, moving toward the mound that rose proudly from Jenna’s tummy. My lover’s tongue then snaked out to touch the sensitive slit, swiping from the opening to Jenna’s vagina to her clit, and even beyond that to where the slit ended and the puffy mound took over once again. The tiny hill of flesh mesmerized me as I watched Marie’s expert tongue play with my sister’s bare pussy.

I felt as if I could experience what Jenna was feeling. My own mound tingled with the desire to have Marie’s tongue, lips, and teeth on me down there.

Marie continued to softly chew the fleshy area of Jenna’s pussy mound. Her outer labia grew pink and wet with the stimulation and saliva. The inner labia became red for the same reason. I had never devoured a pussy in this manner before, and the gentle chewing fascinated me. I could tell Marie was being very careful not to bite down too hard, but the chewing on the labia, both outer and inner, was obviously driving Jenna into a sexual frenzy.

I got closer and watched as Marie’s teeth were followed by her lips and tongue, as if the teeth would cause slight discomfort and the lips and tongue, relief. Yet I knew Jenna was feeling no discomfort at all. Quite the contrary, she was rocking her hips in an effort to increase the stimulation and moaning loudly.

At that moment, Mom opened my bedroom door to check out the festivities that were taking place on my bed. I saw her smile lovingly at Jenna and she stood and watched what Marie was doing to make the girl she viewed as her younger daughter go wild with sexual desire.

Then Marie sat up and placed her hand on Jenna’s vulva, squeezing it the way Jenna had been doing earlier, keeping the passion on a high simmer. I was impressed at how observant Marie was to have noticed this before. She hadn’t commented on it, but she’d taken the information in and was using it now to pleasure my sister.

I could see that what Marie was doing to Jenna was also making herself very hot as well. Without touching herself, her hips were undulating as if someone were licking her pussy. I wondered if she would achieve another spontaneous orgasm.

I glanced at Mom again and noticed she, too, was mesmerized by what was happening. She seemed totally unaware that she’d reached down and had pushed her hand inside her sweats and panties — if indeed she’d been wearing panties to begin with. Small moans wafted from her.

Then I became aware that my own hand had begun rubbing my pussy at some point. It was as if I looked down and discovered this strange hand masturbating me.

Then I recognized that some of the moans I was hearing were mine.

God, this was making me so hot!! I was drenched. My hand was making squishy noises as I spread my natural lubrication — what seemed like gallons of it — over my cunt. My clit was poking up from its fleshy hood, begging for release of the orgasm that I knew waited just out of reach for now.

Marie noticed my mom and smiled at her, stopping her licking of Jenna long enough to say, “Would you like to be next?”

It was at that point that Mom had what I assume was her first orgasm of the day.

Then Marie adjusted how she was lying on the bed and said to me, “Put your pussy against mine and trib with me.”

I wasted no time granting her wish, which was my wish too, as it turned out.

Marie went back to work on Jenna’s pussy, doing that erotic chewing thing as her lips and tongue worked in unison with her teeth.

Jenna’s climax was so powerful that she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out to nobody in particular as her orgasm consumed her. It sounded big enough to consume all of us, and in a way it did because I started coming at that moment myself. It was one of the best orgasms of my life to that point. It seemed to go on forever, and I didn’t mind one bit. I continued rubbing myself against Marie’s pussy, thinking how incredible this was.

Mom joined us on the bed, now naked as well. She bent over and started licking Marie’s recently shaved pussy, and Marie shifted over to sixty-nine with my mom.

And that was how my mom joined in on the sex with Marie. Of course, it was bound to happen, but it had been so unplanned. It seemed… natural.

After we all settled down, which was after Mom and Marie had come several times each, as well as Jenna and I after we finally got into our own sixty-nine beside them, I told my mom I was in love.

At first, she was worried that barging in and joining us might upset me, but of course it hadn’t. That’s when I told her about my philosophy on the idea that one can love a person yet be having various relationships with others as well. I used Deanna as an example.

“You might want to be careful about Deanna,” Mom said. “She may not take this as well as you hope.”

“She’ll be fine, happy for me, in fact,” I said, dismissing Mom’s warning, even though she looked extremely serious.

As it turned out, Mom’s comment turned out to be the understatement of the year.

******

After Marie went home a little after noon, I called Deanna. She was feeling much better, so I asked her if she wanted to come over for a little while, maybe even spend the night.

“My mom won’t let me go anywhere, but I think it’s okay if you come here, but I’m not sure about spending the night, at least not with me. Maybe you could sleep with Elizabeth. I’d suggest Mom, but Dad’s home, and while I think he’d love to see your naked bod in bed with them, I don’t think that’s what you have in mind.” She giggled at the scenario she’d created, and I joined her. Elizabeth was Deanna’s older sister, who was now seventeen, though she’d been only thirteen when I first touched her pussy.

“Ask, and I’ll come right over if I can. I have some things to talk to you about.”

“Why, what on earth could you think of to talk to little ole me about?” she said, mimicking Scarlet O’Hara in Gone with the Wind.

I laughed again, and as she went to ask if I could come over, I thought about our friendship. It was truly special. Not just because of the sex, though that certainly added a dimension or seven. We were just such good friends. We understood each other without having to explain anything, we laughed at the same stupid remarks and jokes, we frequently finished each other’s statements, and we would support each other no matter what.

I hoped that support extended to one of us being in love with another girl. I’d been confident with Mom and Marie about how Deanna would take the news, but the fact that Mom worried about it bothered me. She was usually right about those things, even though I was fairly certain she was wrong this time.

I was thinking how happy I was Deanna was feeling better when she picked up the phone. “C’mon over, city of Dover!” she said, which made me laugh again. Lately, she had taken to making these little rhymes in short statements like that. It had begun when we were watching this really old TV show called Happy Days and someone said, “See you later, alligator.” It had cracked Deanna and me up, especially after Mom told us the similar response, “After a while, crocodile.” She told us it was even a part of a song from that time that the show was supposed to be set, the 1950’s. We were thirteen, so it was hilarious.

About an hour later Mom dropped me off on her way to meet up with Gwen to get the latest about Cindy. She would pick me up about an hour later or so because Deanna’s mom had thought it best I not stay the night.

I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. When nobody answered after the first ring, I rang again.

A moment later, Deanna was there, holding the door open with a strange look on her face. “Mom said you must be the postman ‘cause you rang twice, but I don’t get it.”

I didn’t either. Her mom could be so weird sometimes with her vague comments.

“Can we go to your room and talk?”

“Sure,” she said and led the way upstairs. After she closed her door, she said, “We can’t, you know, do anything, though. Mom’s orders. I told her I’d masturbated like twice this weekend already, but she says that’s different.”

“Maybe if I had been the postman, she’d have let us,” I said, not knowing why I’d said it except that I was suddenly nervous about this conversation. Mom had said again that Deanna may not be thrilled, but I couldn’t understand why not, really. It wasn’t as if I didn’t still love her.

Deanna made this ‘who-the-fuck-knows?’ smirk and shrugged. Then she plopped down beside me on her bed. “So what’s up, buttercup?”

I grinned, consumed with love for my friend, but still knowing it was different from how I felt about Marie.

But that was what was up. She is my friend, not my lover, at least not in the way Marie was. I guess you could call us fuck-buddies.

“I kinda hafta tell you something,” I said.

She got this serious look on her face. It was obvious what I had to say was important and would require a lot of discussion.

“What is it?” she asked, her brow furrowing with concern. “Is it about Cindy?”

“No,” I said, then paused. I had been pondering all day how to tell her, and I still hadn’t decided. Then it occurred to me that the simplest way was the easiest.

“I’m in love.”

She looked stunned. It was easy to see she wasn’t the object of my love. Had she been, the conversation would not have gone as it had. And the focus would have been if she was in love with me, not that I was in love.

She probably knew the answer before asking, but she asked anyway, perhaps because she could think of nothing else to say.

“Who with?”

“Marie.”

“I knew it!” Anger flashed.

“I still love you!” I said, trying to weaken the storm that was brewing.

“Great! But you’ll want to spend all your time with… her!” Tears were forming already and overflowing her beautiful eyes. I followed suit. I wasn’t sure whether her tears were of anger, sadness, jealousy, or all three. Maybe more.

Mine were all tears of anguish from the fact I’d caused my best friend in the world great pain.

Mom had tried to prepare me for this, but I’d insisted that Deanna would see no real problem with this and congratulate me for finding happiness, even if we were only thirteen. I had pictured this going differently, even while suspecting it might go the way Mom had said it probably would. I had pictured smiles, tears of joy, congratulations.

I’d gotten the worst Deanna could offer instead. I actually thought for a moment she was going to hit me.

“But—“ I began, but she cut me off.

“Fine! Fine! Go be with her! I’m sure she’ll make you super happy!” She threw a stuffed animal at me and stood up.

“Deanna—”

“You heard me! GET OUT! GO!” she yelled.

“Are you in love with me?” I asked.

“Duh!” she screamed at me, and I was floored. Her face had this “how in the hell could you not know?” quality.

I knew she loved me. We said it to each other all the time. “I love you” was just a part of our natural conversations, especially when parting or hanging up after a phone call. I had never considered how she meant it.

I’d never known she was IN love with me.

To me, they were different things, and they are. For a moment, I wondered if she knew there was a difference, but realized that of course, she did.

I just never had understood that my best friend viewed me romantically.

She was sobbing now and yelling louder.

“So GO! GO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” she screamed.

Suddenly Jessie, her mom, was at the door to her room, which she opened without knocking. Deanna’s sister, Elizabeth, was standing behind Jessie, looking concerned. I didn’t blame her. I had said or done something to make her sister lose her mind.

“Deanna!” Jessie scolded gently. “What’s the matter?”

Taking a look at her mother made her cry harder and run to her. Deanna hugged her mom tightly and sobbed into Jessie’s chest and shoulder. “Cheryl” … sob … “loves” … sob … “Marie.”

I stood there at a loss, oddly thinking Jessie and Elizabeth would jump me or start yelling at me or something. I felt I deserved it. I was crying too, but not as hard as Deanna. I’d broken her heart.

Jessie shushed her, stroking her hair and holding her. I could see in Jessie’s eyes she wasn’t angry with me and that she understood.

I wanted to tell Deanna about my philosophy, but of course it wouldn’t work now — she didn’t just love me, she was in love with me. And that made a world of difference.

No, Deanna wouldn’t understand my philosophy at all, no matter how mature my mom had said it was.

I just stood there and looked at my best friend, who had been grinning and laughing with me just two minutes before.

When Deanna looked back at me with something akin to hatred, I burst into sobs myself. I went to her and tried to hold her, too, but she would have none of it, pushing me away and yelling for me to leave.

Jessie muttered something and the next thing I knew, I was being escorted into Elizabeth’s room. She was seventeen now and had a boyfriend, though she sometimes still joined Deanna and me in bed, not to mention their mom. Her boyfriend knew nothing of this side of her, of course. “He’d just want to watch,” she had said, which was almost certainly true. I don’t know why these things occurred to me then, but I suppose I was in a brief state of shock, causing my mind to wander in confusion.

She led me to her bed and sat beside me, holding me as I cried. Every time I pictured that look Deanna had given me, my sobs began anew.

Yet I knew my pain over something like that was nothing compared to Deanna’s. I was hurt, but she was devastated.

“Shh,” Elizabeth said, holding me to her and soothing me by softly rubbing my back. “It’ll be okay.”

“How?”

“She’ll eventually understand and forgive you.”

That kind of made me mad. I’d done nothing wrong, really. I’d simply fallen in love with someone other than Deanna.

“Forgive me for what? Falling in love?”

“Yes. With Marie, not her.”

“How could I so easily destroy my friendship with Deanna in a matter of… seconds?” I asked, trying to stop my tears but failing.

“It isn’t destroyed,” Elizabeth said. “Just off the tracks.”

“Oh, yeah? Did you see the look she gave me?” I began to bawl again. “She hates me now!”

“She doesn’t hate you. She still loves you, in fact. She’s just hurt.”

“She hates me because I’m the one who hurt her.”

“She’ll get over it,” she said and paused before continuing. “You never knew?”

“That she was IN love with me? No.”

“That’s funny. Mom and I have known for at least a year. Before that it was friendship, maybe, but since she reached full puberty, it’s been full-steam-ahead love. That’s how I know she’ll get over it. She absolutely adores you.”

I considered that and how I’d hurt her without really understanding how she felt.

“I don’t deserve her,” I said, lying back on the bed.

Elizabeth lay back with me and continued to hold me. We said little more. I kept expecting her to put her hand down my pants or something, but she didn’t of course. I may have been upset, but sex was not what I needed right then, and Deanna certainly didn’t need to walk in and catch me having sex with her sister, no matter how often I had done it before.

I wondered if our relationship would change if we ever managed to work this out. She might decide she never wanted me to be with anyone else, sexually. She may want an exclusive relationship. I knew I couldn’t do that. I was not what could be called monogamous at all. I was capable of romantically loving only one person, but when it came to sex, that would never work. My libido was much too strong to ever be confined to having only one person satisfy it. I wasn’t sure it could be done, in fact, not even with Marie.

Then Jessie came into Elizabeth’s room and sat beside us.

“I’m sorry that happened,” she said. “She doesn’t mean it really. She’s just hurting right now.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said, but regretted it immediately.

“She loves you, you know,” Jessie said.

“Yeah, I finally figured that out,” I said and regretted that too. What was wrong with me? Jessie was trying to be helpful, and all I could do was be a smartass.

I looked at Jessie and could see she understood. She understood her daughter’s feelings and mine. I was grateful and pulled away from Elizabeth and hugged her, telling her I was sorry for being a bitch to her. She’d been like a second mom to me since I was nine. Four years in the life of a thirteen-year-old is a long time.

I cried some more but most of the tears were drained from me. I heard the doorbell and knew Mom was here to pick me up.

It was going to be one shitty ride home.

I went down and met Mom in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs. She could tell how things had gone by the look on my face and the red, tear-stained eyes.

As I walked out to the car with her to fill her in on what she could already guess, I looked at the landing of the stairs above us before the door closed and saw Deanna. She just watched me leave. There was no expression on her face at all. It was empty.

Like me, her tears had dried up, but the pain was alive and well.

I noticed Mom didn’t look too happy and I was sorry I had caused everyone so much pain until I remembered she had met Gwen. Was it bad news?

I got in the car dreading everything about the ride home and the night to come. My life had gone from ecstasy to devastation in less than twenty-four hours.

The good news was that Mom wasn’t sad because she’d gotten bad news about Cindy, but she had gotten bad news that sort of related to that. Kinsey Harris, the call girl who had spoken to Gwen about Cindy, though she’d not had much to tell, had disappeared too. That was unusual, to say the least. She’d been with her ’employers’ for three years. These girls didn’t ‘disappear’ until they were no longer useful. Mom said Kinsey was only twenty-four and still drop dead gorgeous, so she was definitely still ‘useful’ to them. To say Kinsey had disappeared was more like saying she had died, and it was probably more accurate.

The dark cloud that had descended on my life grew more ominous and threatening.

As I sat back in my seat, I muttered, “What next?”

Continue on to Chapter 33

Marie Spends the Night – After an Interesting Friday at School

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Friday finally arrived and I got to school early, hoping Marie would show up early too so we could talk. Deanna had gotten sick, so she had missed the last two days and would miss again today, so Marie would be the only girl I would want to talk to before school. Sure enough, ten minutes before the first bell, she walked up, having been dropped off early again by her sister Linda. She was usually dropped off by Sara, but she had told me that Linda could drop her off earlier, and now she had a reason to arrive early at school.

We hugged when she arrived, and I noticed Ms. Patterson coming up the sidewalk from her car. She saw us, and when she passed by she said for us not to get too chummy with each other. We giggled openly at that. I think she was getting the idea, finally, that we weren’t just experimenting with each other. She knew who my mom was, and I wondered if she realized that calling her did not get me in trouble.

Of course, this was a private school, and they could have kicked us both out, but my mom was a big contributor to the school, giving lots of money to the arts program, and they wouldn’t want to say good-bye to that kind of cash. And because I was safe from being kicked out, so was Marie, even if her parents didn’t give donations like my mom did. At least I don’t think they did.

“So, it’s the big night tonight,” I said, grinning.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” Marie answered. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“So, did you bring something to sleep in?” I asked, meaning to tease her if she had.

“Just my skin,” she said, giggling. “But I did bring a change of clothes for tomorrow. Shorts, a shirt, socks, and panties. They’re in my book bag.”

“What for?” I asked. “We’re just going to hang around my house naked when we get up.”

“Really? What would your mom think?” she asked.

“Well, let’s just say she’ll be fine with it.”

“What’d’ya mean, she’ll be fine with it? Is there some catch?”

I motioned her over to the planter again, and we sat. She knew I had a secret to tell her. I figured since she told me about her and her sisters, I could tell her about me and my family.

“What is it?” she asked, anxious to hear whatever I had to say that involved making sure we were alone.

“If I tell you something, you gotta swear never to say a word to anyone,” I said.

“Hey, I’m all about keeping secrets. I’ve kept the one about my family and me, haven’t I?”

“Well, I guess, but you did tell me.”

“That’s because I know I can trust you. You strike me as someone who doesn’t have many hangups when it comes to sex.”

“Hey, girl, I have zero hangups about sex.”

“I could tell,” she said, giggling. “Just like me. Now, hurry up and tell me before the bell rings and we have to go in. I want some reaction time.”

“Reaction time?” I asked.

“You know. You tell me a secret, I react and go bonkers about it or something. Reaction time!”

“Oh, okay.” I paused for a second to build the drama.

Slapping my shoulder, she said, “Give!”

I laughed. Then we put our heads close together. At that moment, the bell rang.

“I guess I’ll have to tell you later,” I said, giggling. “I wouldn’t want to destroy your reaction time.”

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You better tell me right now, Cheryl, or I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” I said, grinning at her.

“Well, I won’t make out with you tonight.”

“Yes, you will. I’m irresistible,” I said, still grinning.

“Come on!” she said. “Everyone’s going in!”

“Okay. You know how you and your sisters have had sex with each other since you were five?”

“Yeah. I know that. Remember? I’m the one who told you.”

“Well…” I paused again for effect. “My mom and I have been doing it since I was six.”

I could tell that was definitely NOT what she expected. Her eyes grew big, the whites showing all around and her jaw dropped wide open. She seemed speechless.

Standing up and starting toward the doors, I said, “Well, I guess we better go in. We only have another four minutes till we’re late for first class.”

“No! No! NO!” she said, grabbing my arm to stop me and turn me to look at her. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” She was keeping her volume down, but her excitement was clear.

I grinned, saying nothing.

“Really?! This isn’t some bad joke because I told you about me and my sisters?!”

“No joke.”

“Holy fucking shit! I thought you were going to tell me you and your sister Jenna fooled around!”

“Oh, yeah. That too,” I said, still grinning like a cat let loose in a fish market.

“Oh, shit!” she said, and then she did something I had never seen anyone do before.

She came. Standing right there outside of the school building, she had a spontaneous orgasm. I could see it in her eyes. She hunched and grunted, her mouth going all funny. Then her eyes closed, and she moaned. We were alone by then, the other kids having gone inside, and she put her hand to her pussy and squeezed it through the jumper she wore.

“Oh, my God!” I said. “Did you just come?”

“Uh-huh. I do that sometimes when I get really turned on about something. I had been wondering if you and your sister got together and was hoping you did so we could all fool around together after your mom went to bed or something. Now, we don’t even have to worry about that.”

“Nope. My mom is totally cool with whatever we do together, even with Jenna.”

“Stop it. You’re gonna make me come again, and I have to get to band.” She played the flute in band, and because she was in the concert band, she had it first class.

We entered the building and we each made a mad dash for our classes. My class was science with Mr. Whitley. I had become one of his favorite pupils in the past week since I had flashed him in class the day Clare made me go without panties.

I had to run past Ms. Patterson’s room to get to the science wing, and she was standing outside her door, urging students to get to class. She gave me a strange look as I rushed past, as if wondering what Marie and I had been up to that made me late.

“You’ll never guess,” I mumbled to myself as I ran down the hall.

The tardy bell rang just as I got within about ten feet of Mr. Whitley’s room, but he just smiled and said, “Come on in, Princess.” I smiled my thanks to him, even though what I’d done a few days before should have earned me excused tardies for the rest of the year.

By the time I got to math class, the class Marie and I shared, I couldn’t think of anything else but Marie’s spontaneous orgasm. I was shocked that she could have them, but mostly I was jealous. I wished I could do that. I’ve gotten to the point plenty of times that I could just touch myself and come because I’d gotten so turned on and denied myself a climax for so long, or maybe squeeze my legs together and have a small orgasm, but I had never just come without even touching myself or doing anything the way Marie had. She had just been standing there, and I suppose the thought of me and my mom and Jenna all together pushed her over the brink. Either that, or it was the thought of her with Jenna and maybe even my mom. I didn’t know, but I did know it was highly erotic whatever it was.

In any case, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. When Marie entered the room, I was already at my desk, so she was looking at me as she walked to her seat. I made a big, silent show of looking at her face then down to her pussy. She got the hint and when I looked back up to her face on my little visual journey, she winked at me.

Then she reached and dropped a note on my desk.

It read, “Ask to go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you there.”

Wow, decision time. I didn’t want to miss any of my math since it wasn’t my best subject and I needed all the explanations Mr. Carlton could provide. Then again, this was Marie, my bathroom soulmate if ever there was one. Still, we had sort of developed a rep with Ms. Patterson and Mr. Spivey, and I didn’t want to push things. I definitely didn’t want to get caught again.

I finally decided to choose friend over school work. After all, I was a self-respecting thirteen-year-old, so naturally that was my choice when push came to shove.

When we got to work on some problems about twenty minutes before the end of class, I got up and asked Mr. Carlton if I could go to the restroom. He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind for even asking, but he let me go when I told him it was a female thing. All the male teachers let the girls go to the bathroom when they said that. It was like some unwritten rule or something because if we happened to be telling the truth, which most of us weren’t, there would be hell to pay if we were forced to sit in our own menstrual blood and stain our clothes for the world to see. At a place like this, it could maybe get a teacher fired. The only thing was you had to keep track with which teacher you told when. It was an easy lie to get caught in if you tried it two weeks in a row or something.

I got to the bathroom and peed for the sake of at least being able to say I really had to go. Then I waited for Marie. When four minutes had passed and she hadn’t shown, I got concerned. Stepping to the door, I stuck my head out and glanced around to see if I could see her.

No Marie. The hallway was deserted.

Okay, this was officially weird. After five minutes, I figured someone would come looking for me if I didn’t get back to class, and two days in a row of that would not go well. I had no choice but to return to math and Mr. Carlton.

When I walked in, I looked toward Marie’s desk. She was still there, and I could see she was fuming. As I walked past Mr. Carlton’s desk, he cleared his throat to get my attention. When I looked at him, he signaled me over to his desk.

“Don’t try that again,” was all he said about my journey to the bathroom. Then he pointed angrily at my desk. “And if you don’t finish, you cannot do it for homework. I’ll grade what you have completed.” I felt myself blushing.

Mr. Carlton was really pissed, but I didn’t know why exactly. As I passed Marie’s desk, she slipped me a note. Looking at her, I could see she was still very pissed about something, probably because Mr. Carlton wouldn’t let her go to the restroom.

But when I looked at her note, my heart sank. Then I got pissed too.

Her note said, “He knows about yesterday. Someone told him. Ms. Patterson, I guess. He said I couldn’t go to the bathroom for ‘a repeat performance’ of yesterday.”

When I looked up from the note, she was still fuming, glancing back at me to see my reaction. Her jaw was so tense I thought someone could use it as an anvil to hammer against and angry tears threatened to spill over her eyelids.

I worked on my classwork as hard as I could, trying to ignore what had happened. I was majorly pissed at Ms. Patterson. I couldn’t believe she had told anyone else about yesterday. She had seemed so… cool about the incident, as if she wanted to make sure nobody made a mountain out of a molehill regarding what we’d done.

I finished all but the last five problems, which pretty well assured me of making no better than a D on the assignment, which only added gasoline to the fire of my anger.

When I got outside Mr. Carlton’s room, I told Marie I would see her out front after school, and that tonight we’d make up for all the hell we’d dealt with that week.

Then I made a bee-line to Ms. Patterson’s room. I was so angry at her, I knew I would have to control myself when I got there. I didn’t want to be suspended for cussing out a teacher, no matter how much money my mom gave the school. If I said the things I was thinking, I would definitely be suspended for a few days.

So as I approached her room, I took several deep breaths to get my composure, which was cracking already because tears had formed and were threatening to cascade down my cheeks at any second.

When I got there, she was standing outside again, saying hello to students as they entered and urging other students in the halls to hurry to their next class and not be late, as she’d been doing earlier.

I stopped directly in front of her and said, “Can you and I talk for a moment?”

She could see I was obviously upset. She said, “What is it, Cheryl? Did someone call you a name or something?”

“Not yet,” I said, thinking once word got out to the students, it would certainly start. I knew being caught could result in that, but I had never considered that the source of the leak would be a teacher. “I just need to talk to you.”

“Okay, talk,” she said, acting as if she had no idea why I might be upset.

“Why did you tell Mr. Carlton?”

“What?” She looked surprised by my question. I wondered if she were just giving herself time to come up with an answer.

“You told Mr. Carlton!” I said, hissing the words while trying to control my volume and keep others from hearing.

“I did no such thing. You mean he knows?”

“Yes.”

“About yesterday and what you and Marie… well, about what happened?”

“Yes!” I spat the word. She could easily see I was unbelievably pissed.

“Honey, I have no idea how he knows. I didn’t tell him anything. In fact, I only told your mother and Marie’s sister.” I looked at the shock on her face and realized she hadn’t been the one to tell him.

But if not her, then who?

“Then who told?” I asked. “It was so embarrassing!” The tears began to fall.

“Sweetie, I –” Then she stopped. I could tell she knew who had told Mr. Carlton and I wondered if she would share it with me.

Then suddenly, she didn’t have to share the name with me after all. It hit me like a sudden slap in the face exactly who told because he was the only other person who knew.

Mr. Spivey. We always called him Mr. Spidey behind his back, though it never was meant as a connection to the super hero, Spiderman, who sometimes referred to himself as ‘Spidey.’ No, it had been a mean joke, but now it fit perfectly. He was like a creepy spider, lying in wait.

“That bastard!” The words had come from me, not Ms. Patterson, and I didn’t even try to look sorry.

“Shh,” Ms. Patterson said. “I don’t want to have to deal with another disciplinary action with you.” Then she pulled me to her and held my head to her breast as I really began to cry. She stroked my hair and shushed me. I thought how nice she was to do that, and I didn’t even think about her boobs, not even with her left one pressed against my cheek, at least not at that moment.

The bell rang to start her class, and she stuck her head in and said, “Everyone begin reading on page 247. I’ll be back in a minute.”

With that, she put her arm around my shoulder and guided me to the front office for the second time in as many days. When we entered, she didn’t even bother to ask to see Mr. Spivey. She simply ushered me into the empty conference room across from his office and knocked rather loudly on his door. Apparently, she was pissed, too.

When there was no reply, she listened and could hear noises. It was as if someone were scrambling to answer the door or something.  Then she checked the doorknob, which wasn’t locked though maybe it should have been, and the door to his office swung open.

From where I was sitting in the conference room, I could see everything. He was seated at his desk, but he wasn’t alone. Ms. Bradshaw, the new, young secretary in the office, was in his lap. Her blouse was open, her bra was undone, and her boobs were there for all of us to see. I have to admit, they were very nice boobs. I wouldn’t have minded sucking them myself, so in a way I didn’t blame Mr. Spivey, though I questioned her taste in men.

He was doing everything he could to get her off his lap, but the desk was in the way. I could see that her skirt was on the floor beside his desk, and she was wearing nothing from the waist down. That’s when I noticed she shaved, or maybe even waxed.

Mr. Spivey was yelling at Ms. Patterson, who was standing there in total shock, telling her to “close the fucking door.” His words, not mine.

Finally, she realized I was also able to see everything because I was no longer crying. I was laughing my ass off. He’d been caught red-handed, and he was married, just not to Ms. Bradshaw.

After Ms. Patterson closed the door and came into the conference room while Mr. Spivey and Ms. Bradshaw composed themselves, she burst into gales of laughter herself.

She sat at the table with me and we continued laughing. It was a very nice moment we shared, actually, and that was when I thought about how her left boob had been pressed to my cheek. I found myself wishing I had taken the time to appreciate it more.

When the two came out of Mr. Spivey’s office, he was all bluster, telling Ms. Patterson she was fired. She looked at him and said, “I don’t think I’m the one who’ll be looking for another job.”

She was right, of course. He was forced to leave or be fired by the board of directors of the school. His office was cleaned out by Monday, and Mr. Jackson, one of the assistant principals, had taken his place temporarily.

The way I figured it, Old Spidey deserved it. If he hadn’t shared with other teachers what Marie and I had done, we wouldn’t have been at his office in the first place, and he and the cute Ms. Bradshaw with the nice titties and bald pussy could have continued their fling. He lost his job, and his wife filed for divorce. I heard later that Ms. Bradshaw moved in with him, so I guess he got something out of the whole episode. What she got I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to know.

Good riddance, I say, though I still occasionally thought about Ms. Bradshaw being mostly naked.

When Mom picked Marie and me up after school, Jenna was already with her. Marie and I were still laughing about the image of Mr. Spivey with Ms. Bradshaw sitting in his lap as they fumbled to get “decent.” Maybe that was possible for Ms. Bradshaw, but in my mind Mr. Spivey would never be decent. Marie, of course, hadn’t seen it, but my descriptions were very accurate.

I told Mom and Jenna about it, and they laughed too. Marie and I had laughed so much, we no longer cared that Mr. Carlton, and who knows who else, knew about Marie and me. In fact, I was thinking about flaunting it to our math teacher on Monday, even though I knew I never would. It was just a fantasy.

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As we sat at dinner that night eating spaghetti and meatballs, a salad, and bread, I let Mom know that Marie and I had grown close enough to tell her about us. I included that I knew about Marie and her sisters, so that way Mom knew I wasn’t telling just anyone about us. I could tell Mom thought Marie was pretty. In fact, I could tell she would love to have sex with her sometime if Marie were willing. I didn’t tell Marie about Mom’s desire for her, but I think she knew anyway.

When we went to bed, Jenna was already in bed in her room, which was fine. I wanted some time alone with Marie first. Then I planned to go wake up Jenna to join us. I could tell she wanted to sleep with us, but Mom had said to her last night that she should wait to be invited, that Marie and I would probably want to be alone the first night together. She was right, but not completely. We did plan on inviting her into my room after we had fooled around some, even though that’s not how it turned out.

I closed my bedroom door and made sure my curtain was closed all the way, something I had developed a habit of doing since Gwen had caught all of us together. That could have ended much differently than it did. Thank goodness it turned Gwen on to see us like that.

Facing Marie, I smiled shyly. I’m not sure why I was shy, actually. It wasn’t as if the entire night hadn’t already been planned, though not in detail. She knew I wanted to lick her pussy, and I knew she wanted to lick mine. It was just the in-between that was not decided. But I definitely had butterflies. I was feeling rather odd, in fact.

Marie, being even bolder than me, stepped up and took me in her arms. She stared into my eyes for a moment before closing the short distance between us and her lips met mine. I found her lips to be so supple they reminded me of warm cotton. It was almost like kissing the soft inside of a warm sponge cake, but even more delicious.

I opened my mouth and she snaked her tongue in and slid it around mine. Our tongues danced together in a slow, erotic rhythm. We weren’t rushed. We knew we had all the time we wanted to take. I felt a little bit like a bride on her wedding night, in fact. And that’s when I realized I was falling in love with Marie. I also recognized this was why I was nervous and shy.

I had always loved Deanna, but she was more of a close, special friend. I was sure she felt the same way about me. We weren’t “in love” with each other.

This, however, was different. I was falling in love for the first time. First loves are special because it’s the first time you have romantic feelings about another person. I wanted to be with her every minute of every day.

As we kissed, I wondered whether I should tell her. I didn’t know how she felt about me. If she was just having fun, saying something would ruin our night together before it ever began. On the other hand, if she loved me too, it would make the night even better.

I was confused and not just a little horny. I was grinding my hips against hers, rubbing our pussies together and relishing the tingles that were being translated into shivers through our intimate contact.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. I giggled when it caught my hair and pulled it up on top of my head as the shirt came off. Then her hands were at my shorts, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. She had worn a jumper that day, and I unbuttoned the shoulder straps and allowed the garment to fall in a puddle onto the floor.

As she pushed my shorts to the floor to join her jumper, I started tugging on the hem of her t-shirt. She raised her arms and I removed it. At some point she had removed her bra, but I didn’t know when. She had definitely had one at school that day because I’d noticed the outline of the straps beneath her t-shirt. Now, however, she was naked except for her panties, as was I. I guessed she must have removed it when she’d gone to the bathroom earlier that evening. I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or sad. I had looked forward to peeling it off to expose her boobs, but then again, it was nice not to have to fool with the hooks.

We embraced again, our lips meeting in another kiss, sinking into soft flesh as they met. We kissed and danced to a music only we seemed to hear. We shared a slow dance, swaying to the rhythms of our bodies that made unique music in our minds.

The kiss ended, and I leaned back a bit to look at her, to absorb her beauty into my soul. I would not do this again for years when I met the one true love of my life, but this was the first time I did this. It was actually a conscious decision. I wanted just to look at her and hope she loved me as much as I loved her.

When I pulled back to look at her, though, I noticed her eyes were filled with tears. Seeing this, my own eyes welled up and ran a stream down my right cheek. She grinned at me, causing a tear to tumble down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. I grinned back. She sighed, I sighed.

Then, being the bolder one, she said, “My God! I love you!”

I could feel her heart beating a solid rhythm against her ribs, and therefore against mine, too. I saw the fear in her eyes. She had braved the first utterance of these words that can bind or cleave. I loved her for that, too.

I knew she was waiting for me to respond with my own confession, but I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t speak for a moment. I was so taken by the moment, so thrilled in my new love, this emotion that both suffocated and revived, that I hesitated. She was smart enough to wait me out, though. Perhaps my feelings were in my look, as they had been for some time now without either of us realizing it.

“Oh, God, Marie. I love you, too!”

We kissed again, this time with more passion than tenderness, though the tenderness remained beneath the heat.

She let her hands whisper down my sides to my panties. Goose-bumps trailed in her fingers’ wake. Sliding her thumbs into the elastic that held them up, she nudged the only covering left on my body down over my hips, pushing them far enough to allow them to drop and join my shorts. I returned the favor, and we stood together now, naked with each other for the first time.

Inside me a yearning grew into an obsession. I wanted her to lie on me and rub her mound against mine. I wanted our clits to kiss. I wanted to feel her juices running into my own pussy. Then I wanted to be on top of her and allow my own fluids of love to drip down onto her pussy. I thought about how guys in old movies became “blood brothers” by cutting themselves and allowing their blood to mingle. I thought of this when I pictured our juices flowing together, mingling into one nectar. The phrase “honey sisters” occurred to me. I would have laughed, but I was too turned on right then.

Even though I was only thirteen, I wanted this night to last forever. I never wanted the sun to rise again, leaving us in a perpetual night that would never become tomorrow. Later, I told this to Marie. She understood my feelings perfectly and I loved her for that too.

Breaking our latest kiss, I moved us toward my bed. Lying down, I looked at this girl I was so in love with that I wanted no part of tomorrow. Then I pulled her down onto my outstretched body. She understood and we pressed our pussies together. I felt my clit responding to the pressure, and I could sense her own reaction to the touch of my mound.

My hands cupped her gorgeous butt and pulled her into me, as her hands went to my breasts and toyed with them. Our bodies seemed to melt into one as we thrashed against each other and kissed wildly.

I used my weight to turn us over, and suddenly I was on top, grinding my body into hers as her thrusts met mine. Soon we spun again and we were in a different position. She was sitting up and pressing her slit down onto mine, tribbing as she jerked her hips to a sensual rhythm, masturbating herself against my pussy as I did the same to hers. We both seemed frantic with the need to climax.

Then, within seconds, we were coming. The orgasm that had been building all day through the tension, the problems, the worries, the humiliations.

The glances, the winks, the smiles, the love.

The culmination of so much affection and experience spread throughout our bodies and seemed to bind us together like glue.

The climax became the universe. It seared our minds with ecstasy, and we heaved out the gasps of delight and wonder as we made love.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me, held me tightly, and kissed me…

…as if there was no tomorrow.

I held her and whispered, “I’ve never been in love before. I’ve loved, but I’ve not been IN love.”

“Me neither,” she sighed. “Isn’t it fantastic?”

“Totally,” I said, grinning like the schoolgirl I was.

We lay there for a while, absorbing the love of the other, kissing casually, and cooling off before starting it all over again.

This time I wanted to taste her and have her taste me. I’d wanted it since we’d masturbated together in the same bathroom stall at school on Thursday. Maybe even earlier. Then it occurred to me that Thursday had only been yesterday. So much had happened I was shocked it had been so recent.

Without saying anything, I moved my body so that we were face to crotch. Her pussy was magnificent, the outer labia as smooth as those on the inside since she’d shaved herself bare. I hoped she liked mine half as much at least. That would have been plenty, since I adored hers.

Soon, we were feasting on the other, licking up the sweet honey that dripped from our vaginas and filling ourselves with the love we felt.

We did this for some time, though I have no idea how long it went on. We ended up coming, of course, more or less at the same time again.

We put off getting Jenna after that. We were too tired. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, our foreheads touching. I wanted her to be the last thing I saw as I fell asleep, and the first thing I saw when I awoke. We could have fun with Jenna in the morning.

As tired as we were, we still talked well into the night as we drifted off. We talked of our love and how much it had surprised us. We talked about her sisters and how that started. I told her about Jenna’s mother Cindy and how we were paying a private detective to find her.

Then she finally told me that her mother was involved with her and her sisters, too, the last revelation to seal our lives forever. Our views and experiences were so similar, we seemed destined to be together.

Of course, it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing does, but we were young then and knew no better. And at thirteen we fall in love so easily. Still, it has lasted as a relationship, even when the romantic love died, though I knew we would cherish it and the memories forever.

But that first love can be, in some ways, the strongest. For while Marie and I are no longer IN love as adults, we still love each other. And that’s okay, too.

Continue on to Chapter 32

Marie’s Challenge and Confession

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The next day at school, Thursday, I saw Clare. She glanced my way and walked past me without saying a word. The glance was anything but friendly, but I was fine with that. Jenna had spoken to Carmen the night before. They were still friends, and that was all that mattered to me.

I had no idea what Gwen had said to her niece after they left our house. I knew it excited our private investigator that her nieces had sex with each other, but given what had happened the afternoon before, I didn’t know what Gwen would try with Clare if ever given the chance. I actually hoped they would get together. At least something positive would come out of all this mess Clare had started.

Then I remembered. Something positive had already happened as a result of Clare’s decision to blackmail me into being her sex slave. I had gotten to know my classmate Marie better. Actually, a LOT better. We had ended up masturbating in the girls’ restroom together, and she was spending the night with me the next night, Friday. She would be coming home after school with me.

We both knew exactly what we planned to do together. Well, maybe not exactly since I didn’t know if she would be okay with doing more than touching ourselves and coming. We had already masturbated together, and our conversation when I had asked her to spend the night led me to believe she was up for more, perhaps a lot more. Still, I knew that at the very least, we would be masturbating in my bed the next night.

I had asked her on Monday evening to spend the night, and we’d spoken a lot since then, but we hadn’t done more with each other sexually, though it had been a frequent topic of our conversations.

She usually got dropped off just before the first bell, so we didn’t have a chance to talk much before school. Most of our conversations had happened between classes and when we could manage to chat briefly in our math class that we shared, but that didn’t happen often. Math was one of those classes I couldn’t stop paying attention in or I would fall behind quickly.

As I said, though, she usually got dropped off late, so I was surprised when I saw her walking up to me, a big smile on her face. She was wearing a denim skirt and a Mickey Mouse T-shirt that had a picture of Mickey stepping toward the person looking at the shirt, so his foot seemed large because of the perspective. It said, “Putting My Best Foot Forward” on the front. Later, when I saw the back of the shirt, it said “And Leaving You Behind.” I told Marie I thought it was cute.

We had been chatting and walking around the area outside the entry when I made that comment about her shirt. She turned to face me, leered at me a bit, and said, “That’s not all that’s cute.”

I knew she had something going on, but I wasn’t sure what. “Whatcha mean?” I asked.

She looked around and, taking my arm, she pulled me over to this planter with little shrubs growing in it. Sometimes students would sit on the edge of the planter, which was made of bricks, and chat. She sat down on the brick wall and said, “Stand in front of me.” Suddenly, I knew what was going on.

She tried to tug her skirt up, but was having some trouble since she was sitting on the bricks. She sort of stood up a bit, hoisted her skirt while looking all around to make sure nobody could see, and showed me her pussy.

She was not wearing panties.

“I had to put a tampon in to absorb all the goo that was leaking out of me,” she said, giggling. “I shoulda done this years ago. It feels so sexy. Liberating, actually.”

What she didn’t know was how much my mouth watered seeing her like that. For one thing, she was now completely bare. She had had pubic hair before, but now she was as bald as I was. She had shaved.

I was actually very surprised she had done that. She had mentioned yesterday she was afraid to for fear of cutting herself. Yet, here she was, as bare of hair as Jenna was.

“You got up the nerve to shave?” I asked, curious about how she’d managed to talk herself into doing it.

“I’ll tell you about it sometime,” she said. “I have to say, though, it turned out to be a lot of fun.” She grinned at me, knowing I would get the full meaning of her words.

“Doing the lips is the hardest part,” I said. “It’s kinda hard to see yourself down there without a mirror, and that reverses everything, so you gotta be careful.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

“Tomorrow night?”

She looked kind of strange then, and it puzzled me, especially when she said, “Eventually.”

She got up from the planter and we walked around some more. Then she said, “So, are you gonna join me or what?”

“Join you?”

“Yeah, you know. Going without panties.” I looked at her and she smiled. “And I have an idea.”

“What?” I asked.

“Be watching the clock today. At exactly 1:15, ask to go to the bathroom. That’s fifteen minutes before class ends, and teachers usually got us doing some kinda paper and pencil work by then.”

I grinned at her and she grinned back at me. This was during my English class, and I knew exactly what she had in mind. She wanted to meet up in the same bathroom and masturbate again.

“I’ll do my best,” I said. “Same restroom?”

“Of course,” she said.

At that moment the bell rang, and we entered the building.

“So, you gonna strip ’em off, or do I have to attack you and remove ’em myself?” she asked, meaning my panties, of course.

“As tempting as it is to have you take them off, I’ll do it myself,” I answered, grinning and giggling at our plan to go the entire day without panties. “Fortunately, I have a tampon in my purse.”

We entered the first girls’ restroom we came to and I went into a stall. Marie waited outside the stall, but she was watching my feet under the opening in the bottom of the door to see me peel them off. “Mmm. Virginal white cotton panties. My favorite,” she said when she saw them slipping off over my shoes. I placed my purse on the floor and took out a tampon and unwrapped it, all where she could see.

“Wanna put it in me?” I dared to ask her.

“I would, but someone could come in and notice or something. Not good,” she said, but I was encouraged by the fact she hadn’t said ‘no.’

We saw each other in math class, of course, and I managed to flash her. She sat in the next row and a seat ahead of mine, so flashing me from there was not possible without her turning around and letting everyone on my row behind me see what she was doing, so I cleared my throat at one point and went to sharpen my pencil. When I was coming back to my seat, she managed to give me a quick flash, a big smile on her face.

Later when I was in English, I was watching the clock. At exactly 1:15 I raised my hand and asked Ms. Patterson if I could go to the restroom. She said yes, and I was on my way to another wonderful session of mutual masturbation with Marie.

As I entered the bathroom, she was standing at one of the sinks, looking at the mirror and waiting for my arrival.

She put her finger to her lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture and crooked her finger at me, indicating I should follow her.

She entered a stall and then climbed up to stand on the seat. Raising her skirt, she displayed her bare pubes to my gaze. With a quick nod, she indicated I should enter the same stall, lock the cubicle’s door, and sit down on the toilet seat.

It would appear that only one person was in the stall. All we had to do was make sure we were alone in the restroom before opening the door. In three seconds, we would be outside the stall, and anyone entering would be oblivious to what had gone on moments before.

It was sheer genius.

Hiking up my skirt, I sat down, making sure my pussy was in easy view from above. I pulled the tampon out to allow my juices to flow freely and make it easier to rub myself and get off. Marie did the same, actually handing it to me to drop into the toilet. By looking straight up, I could see Marie’s pussy just inches above my face. I wondered if I could get through this without stretching my neck to lick her pussy. Then I wondered if she would even mind if I did that. I sort of doubted it, but I still wasn’t sure, so I didn’t. It wasn’t easy to refrain from doing it, though.

We masturbated and came. My eyes were glued to Marie’s pussy when she climaxed, and she would have had to close her eyes not to see mine when I reached my orgasm.

The entire time we were masturbating, nobody came into the girls’ restroom, but the moment we had finished and were about to leave the stall, someone walked into the bathroom and headed for the stall next to ours. We had to sit there while the girl peed, wiped herself, and left the stall, washing her hands on the way out. The entire process took about three minutes at least. I was starting to get antsy about returning to class. Sometimes teachers would come check on you if you took too long.

And sure enough, that’s exactly what happened. And Ms. Patterson’s timing was awful, at least for us. For her as a teacher, it was perfect.

The second we opened the stall door and were leaving the stall, the door opened, and Ms. Patterson’s face was in the room. She saw us, and what she was seeing registered immediately. She knew we had been together in the stall.

Without a word, we moved to the sinks. Looking at my face, I could see that I was flushed and sweaty from having just climaxed a few minutes ago. It was as if MASTURBATOR was written across my forehead or something.

Ms. Patterson entered the bathroom and said, “Are you okay, Cheryl?”

Turning from the sinks without washing my hands, I looked at her, knowing I looked as guilty as sin, and said, “Yeah.”

“What about you?” she asked Marie. Marie had someone else for English, so Ms. Patterson didn’t know her name.

“Fine,” said Marie. Like me, she looked as if she’d just had sex, and she still had not washed her hands.

“Girls, what’s going on? It’s obvious you two were in the same stall.”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Nothing, what?” she asked.

“Nothing’s going on,” I replied.

“Were you two doing drugs? Snorting, maybe?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Drugs? Me? I was so far from the drug scene, some kids thought I was a narc or something.

The shocked look must have said more than my denials ever could, but I denied it anyway.

“No, Ma’am. I don’t do drugs!” I said.

Then Ms. Patterson looked at Marie.

“Me either,” Marie said. I looked at her and could see the same disbelief that she was being accused of this. She was probably as clean as I was when it came to drugs, and it was evident on her face, as I’m sure it was on mine.

“Then what were you two doing in the same stall? It’s kind of hard to use it at the same time. Boys might be able to, but girls have to sit no matter what they’re business is.”

“We were just talking,” I said. “You know. I peed while we talked, then she peed and we talked. We’re friends.”

“Then why did you look so guilty when I stuck my face in here and saw you?”

Marie and I looked at each other. I was so nervous my mind was a complete blank. Then Ms. Patterson stepped closer. She stood there, her hands on her hips. She was usually a nice lady, even younger than my mom was, and I liked her class.

“Besides,” she said. “You’d been gone a lot longer than it took for two girls to pee.”

“We…talked a lot?” I said, making it sound more like a question without meaning to. It sounded like the lie it was.

Then I noticed Ms. Patterson was getting this look on her face. Her brow furrowed, and she sniffed. Shit! She could smell it on us. We weren’t even wearing panties to conceal the fragrance our pussies made.

Then she looked at my hand. We hadn’t had a chance to wash our hands, and our juices were covering our fingers. We were caught, red-handed in fact, or wet-handed.

Ms. Patterson looked at us and she got this sort of sad look on her face and said, “Oh, God.” I could tell she didn’t want to catch us for that. Taking my hand, she raised it to her nose and sniffed. Usually, something like that would make me horny, but it just scared me this time. She said, “Wash up.” When we had done that, she said, “Come on,” and we followed her out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the front office. We passed Ms. Grey, who was apparently Marie’s teacher that period.

Ms. Patterson stopped to talk to Ms. Grey for a moment, but neither Marie nor I could hear what they said. It didn’t seem Ms. Patterson told because Ms. Grey didn’t look shocked or anything.

We continued down the hallway and Ms. Patterson ushered us into the office. She indicated we should sit down across the room from each other and say nothing. Then she asked to see Mr. Spivey, the principal.

A few moments later, we were ushered into his office. Ms. Patterson remained there, thank goodness. I don’t think I could have discussed anything like this with a man if a woman weren’t there. Marie and I hadn’t spoken to each other since leaving the bathroom.

“Ms. Patterson tells me you two have gotten rather intimate with each other in the bathroom,” he said.

I started to deny it, but Ms. Patterson spoke up.

“Girls, I’m a woman, and I know that wasn’t soap on your hands. Were you two touching each other or just yourselves?”

I looked at the floor and confessed. “Just ourselves.”

“Why were you two together in the stall?” Mr. Spivey asked, apparently having been told everything.

“We were…well…watching each other do it,” Marie said.

Ms. Patterson said, “Girls, if this were to get out, the kids would be extremely cruel to you. They’d call you ugly names and you’d not have many friends.”

I glanced at Mr. Spivey, and I could see he was getting lots of fun out of this. I wondered if he had a hard-on while he imagined what we’d been doing.

Ms. Patterson realized maybe we would talk more freely without him there, so she turned to Mr. Spivey and said, “Mr. Spivey, could I have a moment alone with them?” I could see Mr. Spivey didn’t want to do that. I realized he didn’t want to get up from his desk and show the world his erection that was probably tenting his pants right at that moment.

Mr. Spivey cleared his throat and said, “Well, to be honest, I have a lot of work I was doing prior to this incident. Would you like to go into the conference room and talk to them?”

Yep. Horny old bastard. I guess I couldn’t blame him, though. In his place I would probably get turned on too.

I think Ms. Patterson recognized what was happening. She gave a sort of shocked “Oh” and escorted us out of his office and into the conference room across the narrow hall from Mr. Spivey’s office.

I looked at Ms. Patterson as she closed his door, and she was turning red from embarrassment. She obviously hadn’t expected that to happen. It was odd how I seemed to be the more worldly of the two of us. I had expected it; she was surprised.

We entered the room and sat down, Ms. Patterson at the head of the table, and Marie and I sitting across from each other and next to her.

I could see she was uncomfortable, but it was also clear she wanted to help us stay out of trouble if at all possible.

“Girls, I understand how these things can happen,” she began. “Girls your age can be very curious about things. Your bodies are changing and all these feelings just sort of flood your body, and sometimes you aren’t sure what to do about it.” She paused before continuing. “But doing what you did, masturbating together in the girls’ restroom, is not a good idea.”

I started to speak, but she stopped me. “Let me continue. If anyone were to find out what you two were doing, you’d be branded for as long as these other kids know you. They’d call you lezzies and dykes and all manner of hurtful things.” Again she paused. This time I waited for her to finish what she had to say. “If you do grow up and you find you are lesbians, that’s fine, but you shouldn’t take the chance of being caught doing things like this at school.” She cleared her throat. “Unfortunately, I will have to call your mothers and let them know what happened. I have already talked with Mr. Spivey about this before you came back to his office, and he’s willing to allow your parents to handle the punishment.”

Well, I didn’t know about Marie, but this was great news, of course, for me. Mom would just tell me not to do that at school anymore since I could do it at home all I wanted, which would be no problem. I wasn’t sure, though, about Marie. Would she be allowed to be my friend anymore? That bothered me a lot. I could see her not being allowed to spend the night tomorrow.

When I looked at Marie, she looked very serious, but not scared. That was a good sign.

Then Marie spoke up. “Ms. Patterson, my mom’s out of town. She won’t be back until next week.”

“Who’s looking after you while she’s gone?” Ms. Patterson asked.

“My sister.”

“How old is she?”

“She’s twenty. She goes to UCLA.”

“Okay, then. I’ll call and speak with her about this. You two wait here.” She stood up and left the conference room, leaving the door open a bit on her way out, supposedly to use the phone. I actually began to wonder what my classmates were doing without a teacher when the bell rang to end the period.

Marie looked at me and grinned. “That’s great!” she said.

“What is?”

She gave me this “duh” look. “My sister knows I masturbate all the time. I told you. Will your mom care? I mean she’s like a porn actress, right?”

Apparently, Marie knew who my mom was.

“She won’t care at all. She’ll just tell me not to do it at school anymore.” I changed the subject, sort of. “Will you still be able to spend the night? My mom won’t mind if she knows we were doing it like that together. What about your sister?”

Marie looked at me and was about to say something, but she paused when Mr. Spivey came out of his office. He looked at us and moved down the hall towards the main area.

“So?” I asked. “Do you think she’ll still let you spend the night after we were, like, so close to doing lesbian stuff?”

“If I tell you something, you have to promise never to ever tell a living soul.” I nodded. Was I about to hear something about her sister? I had been curious about Marie’s relationship with her since our first phone conversation on Monday.

“Who do you think shaved me?”

My mouth may have dropped open. I don’t know. But this said a lot. This said that an intimate relationship with her sister Sara was almost a certainty. I pictured Marie’s hairless pubes and thought about her older sister being the one touching her pussy while shaving her. My mom shaved me, and I know how intimate that touch is. More often than not, my mom ended up doing something sexual with me when she shaved or waxed my mound.

Marie was grinning from ear to ear. She could tell she had shocked me.

I leaned across the table to ask her a question that I felt I knew the answer to but was going to ask anyway.

“So she won’t mind if we’re, you know — fooling around — when you spend the night?”

“Are you kidding? She’s jealous.”

Okay. I had to ask the natural follow-up question.

“Do you two ever…do anything together?”

“You won’t tell?” I shook my head in a definite no. “And you won’t think I’m some kinda pervy nut?” Again, the head shake — no. “Since I was five,” she said and smiled at me.

“You and your sister have been doing stuff… sexual stuff… since you were five?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She would have been –“

“Twelve,” she interrupted me from doing the math myself.

“What about your other sister? Does she do stuff with you, too?”

She grinned again. “All the time.”

“What all do you do?”

“Pretty well everything that two girls can do with each other,” she said. “In fact, in the bathroom today, I was kinda hoping you would, you know, lick me when you looked up at me.”

“Believe me, it crossed my mind. More than once.”

At that moment, we heard footsteps and we sat back as if we’d not said anything to each other at all. Ms. Patterson stepped in.

“I’ve spoken to your mom, Cheryl. She assures me she will deal with you when you get home.” She turned to Marie. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t get ahold of your sister, but I have your home number. I’m going to call this evening and speak to her. It might go better for you if you tell her first,” she said.

I smiled at that. I was fairly certain that if Marie told her kinky sister what had happened, it would definitely be good for Marie. I even wished I could be there.

Ms. Patterson gave us admit slips to our next classes with instructions not to go to the restroom on our way. She did this with a chuckle, and both Marie and I grinned at her joke as well. I was happy she could make a joke about this. I even wondered if Ms. Patterson had ever done anything with one of her friends when she was our age. Maybe that’s why she was so understanding about it.

Then, being the cheeky girl I was, I decided to ask her.

“Ms. Patterson, did you ever do anything with a friend when you were our age? Is that why you understand?”

She looked down at me and blushed, saying, “That’s none of your business.” She was serious, but I had my answer anyway. She had. Otherwise, she would have said no. I smiled back with a knowing look on my face. She blushed again and told us to get to class.

When I got home, nothing happened, of course, other than Mom being upset she’d gotten a call from the school in the first place. If it had been anything else, like not doing homework, she would have been very pissed off. As it was, though, she said to be more careful.

The next day, I asked Marie what her sister had said, and she told me Sara had told her not to get caught anymore was all. Then she told me Ms. Patterson had called, and she and Marie’s sister Sara had chatted for quite a while. “I think Ms. Patterson was flirting with her, in fact,” Marie said. I hoped so. Ms. Patterson was pretty and if Sara ended up in bed with her, we’d hear all the details, I was sure. At least Marie would, and that meant I would too.

I found myself unable to sleep that night I was so excited for Friday night to get here.

Continue on to Chapter 31

Blackmail Isn’t for Everyone, But It Will Do

By Cheryl Taggert 

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Wednesday arrived, the day Clare intended to come to my house and force me to let her take my virginity. I still had my hymen, even after all the sex I’d had in my life. The opening of my vagina was tight, and I could get a finger inside myself, but nothing more than that or a tampon, which is basically the same size.

I had wondered what she might bring to accomplish this. Mom said she might bring a large dildo or a strap-on.

“It doesn’t matter, though. She will not get that far if you follow the script we’ve planned,” Mom said. “And if for some reason you can’t follow the script, I won’t let her do it anyway. I’ll bust in before that happens.”

Over the weekend, Mom had hired some friends of hers to install a two-way mirror in my bedroom. From the room next to mine, which was a guest bedroom, she had gotten the same friends to make a hole in the wall big enough to fit a camera lens through it to film inside my room.

I had asked Mom just to get a nanny cam, but she said first of all the images weren’t as sharp, and second, the sound quality — if they had sound — was awful on those things.

Rick, Tera’s husband from the production company Mom worked for, was going to do the filming. I was sure he was going to enjoy that. He had even rigged up some mics to pick up what was said.

Our plan was to get Clare to start talking and admit she was blackmailing me, though we weren’t trying to get her to say exactly what it was she had on me. We decided if she mentioned it, we could edit the soundtrack to get rid of it. Then, we were going to bring out that she was having sex with lots of her female friends as well as her ten-year-old sister, Carmen.

The only thing that bothered me about any of this was that we had to involve Carmen. She was very sweet, not to mention a cute little sex-pot, and I hated that we had to do this, but if it worked nobody would ever have to know. All we wanted was for Clare to leave me alone. Nobody wanted to reveal anything about Clare and Carmen at all, even though we had already managed to let their aunt know, but that was completely unintentional. How did we know our private detective, Gwen Fremont, was also these girls’ aunt? It didn’t seem to bother Gwen at all, though. In fact, she seemed very pleased to know about them.

Everything was set. The camera and mics were in place and had been tested to make sure everything would work properly. When I got home, Rick was in the spare room with Mom and Gwen, who had asked to be there.

Clare had ordered me to make sure both Jenna and I were naked when she got there. By the time I’d gotten home, Jenna was already walking around the house nude, and I joined her after talking with Mom for a moment. We sat on my bed while waiting for Clare to show up. We were both nervous, so it seemed like a long time before she got there, even though it wasn’t.

About thirty minutes after I got home from school, the doorbell rang. We knew Clare was here, and I went to let her in. Hopefully, this would be her undoing, not my humiliation. I felt like a cat letting a bird into the house.

She walked in and looked me up and down with approval.

“Very good, slave,” she said. While I hated what was happening, I had to admit that the whole sex slave thing was very exciting, too. I wondered if Marie or Deanna might want to play a game like that. Of course, with us, it would always be for fun.

“Where’s the other one?” she asked.

I fumed that she’d referred to Jenna as simply ‘the other one.’

“Her name’s Jenna. You know that,” I said, crossing my arms and glaring at her.

“I’ll call her the little bitch and you the bigger bitch if that’s what I want to do.”

I continued to stare defiantly.

“Drop your arms. I want to be able to see your titties when I look at you naked,” Clare said before reaching into her purse and taking out a strap-on harness, along with a dildo nearly as big around as my wrist. Smiling at me, she said, “This is what’s waiting for you, bigger bitch slave.” Apparently, she’d decided what to call me and Jenna.

I couldn’t help but stare at the fake cock. I knew it would probably tear me somewhere down there if she ever got the chance to use it. Then I wondered where in the world she had gotten a strap-on and a dildo that big for it. She was too young to walk into an adult store and buy it.

“Come here, bigger bitch slave, and lick my toes.”

I had known several people who were turned on either by licking and sucking someone else’s toes and feet or having their own licked and sucked. Clare was one of the second group, I guessed.

I had no problem with doing that, but I wanted to get her into the bedroom.

“Jenna’s in my room,” I said. “It would be easier for you if we went in there so you could get on my bed.”

“Good idea, bigger bitch slave,” she said. I found myself thinking her insulting terms were rather childish, like “dummy doe-doe” or something. I smiled at this as I led her into my room.

I turned into the slave then, completely, to make the film more like real evidence that she was making me her slave. As I licked and sucked the toes of one foot and Jenna removed Clare’s clothing, she kept talking to us, calling me “bigger bitch slave” and Jenna, “little bitch slave.”

I loved it, because it was just proving what we were setting out to show.

She was obviously getting very excited from what I was doing to her feet. When I moved for a second to allow Jenna to remove her panties, I could not only see moisture on the panties, but I could also plainly see it on her pussy. Her dark brown pubic hair nearest the labia was glistening with it.

I took the opportunity to speak to her.

“Why are you blackmailing us? You don’t need to make us your sex slaves.”

“I’m doing it because I can, bigger bitch slave.”

“Are you doing it because I know you and your sister Carmen have sex? Are you afraid we’ll tell?”

“Of course, you won’t tell anyone that,” she said. “I’ve made sure of it.”

That was more or less an admission, though I suppose she could say that we were threatening to tell a lie about her. Still, I wondered when the party would be broken up. To be honest, I wanted it to continue until she was ready to fuck me. As much of a bitch as she was, I wanted to taste her. In fact, as I stared at her cunt, my mouth began to water.

Seeing where my eyes were focused, she reached down and began to play with herself a little, nothing urgent, just petting it and sliding the juices around some to coat her clit, which I could see peeking out of its fleshy sheath. It was a dark pinkish red.

“You want this, don’t you?” she asked. She grinned, but it was a cruel grin.

I knew she wouldn’t let me lick her if I said yes, at least not right away, and I wanted to be sure there was time for it, so I said, “Not really. You’re mean and cruel and I don’t want to lick any girl who’s like that.”

It worked. “You’ll lick it if I tell you to lick it,” she said, the threat clear in her voice. She looked at Jenna and said, “Get up here and lick and suck my titties.” Jenna stood there for a second, not moving. “You heard me, little bitch slave! Move!”

Jenna responded then. She wasn’t used to people talking to her like that, and I could tell the words stung her.

I looked at Clare, and for the first time in my life I wanted to jump on someone and scratch her eyes out.

To prove she still had power over me, she said, “Reach down and play with yourself.”

Jenna, who was licking, kissing, and sucking Clare’s boobs, must have thought Clare was speaking to her because her hand quickly went to her pussy and began massaging it, pressing her fingers into the soft warm flesh to stimulate her clit.

Clare, noticing Jenna’s quick movement, laughed. It obviously fed her ego that Jenna had apparently learned her lesson about delaying when ordered to do something.

Clare had been speaking to me, however, so I obeyed. I was wet in spite of the situation. It occurred to me that I might not be so turned on if I thought I might actually end up being fucked by that dildo. My knowledge that we were being filmed and our voices recorded eased my mind considerably, allowing me to enjoy the sexual part of what was taking place instead of feeling like a true victim of what, in Clare’s mind, was basically rape, both of me and the young girl whom I considered to be my little sister.

As I played with myself, I moved to pinch my nipples as well.

“Did I tell you to play with your boobs?!” Clare asked.

I noticed Jenna stop what she was doing and look around, but she quickly went back to work on Clare’s left tit. She continued to play with her pussy, even though she might have realized it had been me our tormentor was commanding to masturbate. Glancing at Jenna’s hand, I could see it was coated with her fluids. She was horny as well, despite the circumstances.

I have read that women who are raped by men will often achieve an orgasm, and this confuses them. It made me wonder if my body wouldn’t have responded as it was, regardless of my situation. After all, sexual stimulation of the clit is still sexual stimulation. And my clit always seemed to have a mind of its own anyway.

Clare looked at what my hands were doing and smiled. She was definitely enjoying this. She said, “Now, get down to my pussy and lick me. I want you to swallow my juices.”

As I moved toward her, I said, “Does Carmen love licking your juices from your pussy too?”

“Shut up and eat me,” Clare said.

I silently cursed, wanting to get something that could not be explained away before she got around to using the strap-on, since I knew Mom would stop things then. If we didn’t have hard evidence against Clare, she could deny she had ever had sex with Carmen, her own ten-year-old sister. So far, I was the only person who had mentioned her, really.

Crawling onto the bed, I positioned myself so I could lick Clare’s wet pussy. I wanted her to come, but I wasn’t sure she’d let me get that far yet. She might be one of those girls who, once they come, aren’t interested in sex for a while. If she was like that, she certainly wouldn’t let me bring her off.

I knelt on the bed and placed my face right above her slit. My mouth was still watering, and it was worse now that I would be tasting her in seconds.

“Keep playing with your pussy and lick me until I tell you to stop. And don’t forget my rosebud down lower,” Clare said.

As I spread her lips and moved toward her slit, she spoke to Jenna. “And you keep playing with your pussy while you make my titties feel good. In fact, I’ll even let you come if you get there.” Then to me, she said, “But if you come, bigger bitch slave, I’ll have to whip you with my belt.”

Diving into her wetness, I slathered her juices onto my tongue before drawing it back into my mouth and swallowing the fluids on it. It really was a shame that she wasn’t interested in anything but forced sex with us by using blackmail. She was delicious. I actually envied Carmen, who was getting the benefit of this tasty pussy without the drama we had to endure.

I licked and sucked her, hoping she would let me give her an orgasm. Occasionally, I would dive down and flick my tongue across her butthole, which always made her squirm slightly in pleasure.

As I made love to her clit and the surrounding soft flesh, I felt myself getting close to an orgasm myself. She was getting near herself, judging from her panting, moans, and the wild motion of her hips. I stopped masturbating but kept my hand on my pussy, fearful that I might come but also not wanting to stop what she’d told me to do. Focusing on Clare, I started pressing my tongue onto her clit, bathing it and listening as Clare’s excitement mounted.

I heard Jenna begin to come, her squeals a delight to me because I knew how much she enjoyed having orgasms. When Jenna had finished, Clare said, “Okay, stop licking me, both of you.”

Sitting up, I looked into her eyes. She was obviously filled with lust. Clare looked as if she could barely stand not allowing herself to come. She was flushed and trembling, her eyes seeming unfocused. They were half-lidded with desire. She clearly thought I was good at what I did.

She scrambled up and grabbed the harness. She tried to put it on, but she was having trouble because her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

I made a final effort to get her to say something about how she and Carmen had sex.

“Am I as good as Carmen? Or does she lick your pussy better than I do? And what about her? Do you like how her pussy tastes?”

She looked at me and said, “Get over here and help me get this on.” For a moment I thought, This is it. She’s not going to openly admit anything. But when I started slipping the harness into place, no easy task since my own hands were trembling with the need to come, she began to talk.

“Carmen isn’t as good as you, but she will be someday. As to her taste, haven’t you tasted her? She’s delicious.”

“So you like licking your sister’s pussy and having her lick yours?” I asked, hoping for even more than she’d already said.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, turning to me as I finished cinching the belts into place. “Licking Carmen and having her lick me is one of my favorite things.”

I picked up the huge dildo, hefting it in my hands while I briefly considered pushing Clare onto the bed and ramming it up her cunt instead. I didn’t do that, though. I situated it into the harness and stepped back.

At that moment my bedroom door burst open, and Mom, Bob, and Gwen entered. Mom’s eyes were like nothing I’ve ever seen on her or anyone else in my life. She looked as though she wanted to kill Clare, who stood dumbly staring at the adults as they entered the room.

But it was when she saw Gwen, her aunt, that Clare must have realized that her little blackmail scheme had just come to a screeching halt. This time it was her eyes that filled with tears.

“Aunt Gwen!” she said, horrified that her mother’s sister was standing there, seeing her with a huge fake cock sticking out of the harness she wore. She collapsed onto the floor and began to sob, wailing, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” as she cried.

I couldn’t tell if this were some kind of act, or if she were really sorry. She was, at the very least, extremely embarrassed to be caught like this. Of course, she had no idea about the filming.

Mom and Gwen lifted her by the arms and sat her on my bed. The fake cock looked ridiculous sticking up from her middle. I stepped toward where she sat on my bed, thinking I would have to wash my sheets before I could sleep on them again. Standing in front of her and looking down at the sadness that was Clare, I said, “If you ever tell anyone about my mom and me, I’ll tell about you and Carmen.”

She looked at me and her anger flashed once again. “You don’t have any proof of that!”

“Actually, I do. They were filming us from the next room,” I said, pointing at the mirror. “That’s a two-way mirror. We have you on film saying you had sex with your sister. You’re the one who has no proof.”

Clare’s jaw dropped as I glared at her. She knew I had her now. Still, she had few cards left to play, but what she thought were aces were no more than twos.

“But if you use the film, everyone will know you have sex with Jenna.”

“What makes you think I care if people know that? She’s not my real sister, so we’re not committing incest the way you are. You’ll end up in some juvenile jail for girls. I’ll just get a slap on the wrist for what will be viewed as two girls doing some sexual experimenting.”

“Still, the film is child porn. Your mom would go to jail for that if you show it to anyone.”

I stared into her wet eyes that were red from crying. “And so will your aunt, but that’s only if you tell about my mom and me. Face it, Clare, we each have something on the other one. You have something on me without any proof other than your say-so. I have more on you that I honestly don’t want to tell anyone about, but I would if you tell about my mom and me. It’s a stand-off. Nobody wins, but also nobody loses.” I paused, “At least nobody loses unless you tell what you know. Then everyone loses, including you and your aunt.”

We had discussed this aspect of making the movie with Gwen before, and she was okay with it for several reasons. First, we wouldn’t implicate her anyway, saying I had arranged for an unnamed friend to help me film. Second, she doubted we would ever have to use it because she planned to make sure Clare kept her secret about Mom and me. Children, even if guilty of making child pornography, would not be prosecuted as long as nobody was distributing it for money. I would get another slap on the wrist, in all likelihood, so there was no danger to anyone regarding that part of the plan.

Clare looked as though someone had just killed her dog. She was furious and extremely sad. She’d been outsmarted, with a lot of help, and I didn’t have anything to worry about now. Her days of calling Jenna and me ‘bitch slave’ were over.

I looked at Clare, who was still sitting on my bed with the dildo sticking up from the harness.

“Now, get off my bed, get dressed, and get the hell out of my room,” I said. “And never fuck with me again.”

She did as I asked. When she was dressed, Gwen put her arm around Clare’s shoulder and escorted her from the house. I watched through my bedroom window as they loaded Clare’s bike into the back of Gwen’s car and drove off.

Turning around, I looked at my mom and Rick.

“Thank you,” I said. It was all that was needed.

Rick came over and hugged me, telling me he would develop the film that evening and give it to my mom. He went to the spare room and we could hear him in there, taking everything down and packing up the camera.

I stepped over to my mother and hugged her. At that point, she was the only person in the room who had any clothes on. Jenna was now sitting on the bed and smiling.

“Mom?” I said, actually nervous about what I was going to ask her.

“What is it, honey?”

“I’m kinda horny still. You want to join Jenna and me in my bed?”

“To be honest, I’m horny too,” she said. “Watching that, as mad as it made me, was still very stimulating.”

While my mom undressed, I went to my bed and lay back with Jenna, kissing her while we waited for her. At that moment, Rick came back into the room, the camera packed and in its case, which he carried. He took in the scene in an instant and smiled.

“Well, I’m gone. See you Tuesday, Kayleigh,” he said. “You three have fun. You deserve it.” With that, he turned and let himself out the door.

Mom joined my sister and me on the bed and soon we were making love with each other. It occurred to me the difference between making love and just having sex. It was something I hadn’t thought about before, but it was clear to me now.

Having sex involves the body. But making love involves the soul. And although having sex was fun and produced some wonderful orgasms, making love left me feeling more satisfied.

It was a wonderful lesson to learn.

Continue on to Chapter 30

A Little Matter of PHS

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Gwen was curious about her nieces, as well as what was going on between Clare and me. We all went to the kitchen and sat around the breakfast table and talked.

Mom began by explaining our plan to get the goods on Clare so we could blackmail her in return to make sure everyone’s secret remained just that — secret.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea at all,” Gwen said. Then she flashed a wicked grin and said, “Do you mind if I’m there when you nail her?”

I could see that our news about her nieces and how they were heavily involved in girl-girl sex had excited Gwen. I couldn’t blame her, really. She had grown up having sex with the girls’ mother, and knowing these two were sort of carrying on the family tradition so to speak was enough to make a ninety-year-old crone horny.

We all talked about the sting, setting up the date and time and things like that, before the conversation turned to what Gwen’s nieces had been doing.

“Carmen says Clare was having sex with her friends, but especially this one friend. Then Carmen set it up so Clare would catch her rubbing off,” Jenna said. “That’s when they had sex the first time. It was only a few days ago.”

“And Carmen likes it, does she?” Gwen asked, and the twinkle in her eye suggested she may have some plans of her own involving the girls, but nothing that would involve blackmail.

With everything set, we ended the night by the three of us girls watching Mom and Gwen in a sixty-nine. We each masturbated, sometimes putting our hands on someone else’s pussy to help things along, but mostly sticking to our own.

After we all had a final orgasm of the night, Deanna, Jenna, and I went to bed, all three of us piling into my bed. Gwen had some more work to do, so she left with a promise to be at our house at the designated time to witness putting our plan to get Clare off my back into motion.

We girls were too tired to do more than sleep that night, but the next day we went with Mom to watch her work. Jenna was a lot like me when I was younger. She loved being at the set and watching all the sex, as well as participating in some when the desire grew too much to ignore.

Rick and Tera were now bringing their daughter Nikki to the set as well. Nikki, who was now nine-years-old, loved watching everyone having sex as well as having lots of sex with her mom while her dad watched and either jerked off or fucked Tera while she was licking Nikki. Sometimes Tera would give him a blow job while Nikki licked her. The little girl would also jerk her father off, but that was as far as it got between them. Tera told us they were letting Nikki decide what she could do with her dad.

Nikki and Jenna often got together while the crew was filming, and today was no different. Deanna and I watched the two little ones engage in a very hot sixty-nine before we put on a show for them. They always enjoyed watching Deanna and me having sex. She and I ended up in a sixty-nine as well. The two younger girls got down close to watch what we were doing to each other.

We had a blast, of course. At one point, I glanced up and saw Tera and Rick watching the fun while they were on a break from filming. They were each masturbating while they watched their daughter having sex with Jenna.

When the day’s filming was over, Mom sat talking to Bob for a little while before we left. As we got in the car, she said, “It’s all set.”

We knew what she meant, of course. Bob was helping us blackmail Clare, and Mom was letting us know everything was a “go” for our plan.

*******

When Monday arrived, I saw Clare outside as we waited to enter the school. She motioned me over, as I suspected she would. I knew today was the day she would tell me my first “task,” as she called it. She had warned me of this on Friday so I could have a weekend of misery wondering what it would be.

I was to remove my panties in the girls restroom when we entered the building and go without them all day. I was also to make sure I flashed at least three people who’d never seen my pussy before.

Then Clare informed me she was coming home with me on Wednesday that week to have sex with me. I had known this since Friday of the previous week, but hearing her say it gave me the creeps. Again, I thought how the fact she was blackmailing me to keep her from telling the world my mother and I had sex together was spoiling what could be a great time for everyone.

I was thinking this while Clare was still talking about flashing people. She insisted that one person I flashed had to be Mr. Whitley, my science teacher. “He’s a perv and will absolutely love it,” she said. I believed her, too. He was always sneaking looks up girls’ dresses or their shorts if they were short enough to reveal any panties. I had even made sure I was leaning over my desk one day so that my shorts pulled down a bit in the back to reveal the top of my butt crack. He’d stood behind me during a quiz for so long I thought he was jerking himself off or something. I had enjoyed giving him the show, even if he was a major perv. After all, I was too, as were most of the people I knew. As my mom had always joked, “Thank God for pervs. Otherwise, I might have to do secretarial work.”

Clare said the other two had to be girls in my classes. She said I’d have to “make a full report,” so I better not try to lie about flashing people. I told her that would be no problem. I guess I’m like my mom in that way, always loving the looks on people’s faces when they saw a part of my body they weren’t supposed to see.

I flashed Mr. Whitley without revealing I knew he’d seen me, but after that the man had an obvious hard-on the rest of the class. Not only that, but he would also stand where he could continue to look up my skirt. I was enjoying it and gave the perv lots of looks. I imagine he fucked his wife that night for quite a while, all while thinking of me.

One of the girls I flashed actually seemed a little bit interested in what she saw. As with Mr. Whitley, I pretended I didn’t notice she’d seen up my skirt to my bare pussy. The girl, whose name was Marie Perlacci, kept dropping her pencil so she could bend down and get another look. I just sat there, pretending to be completely unaware of what she was doing.

Then after that class, which was math, I sidled up to her and said, “Enjoy the view?”

At first she tried to pretend she didn’t know what I meant, but then I said, “I saw you looking up my skirt. It’s cool. I wanted to see who might take a look, so I didn’t wear panties today.”

Then she sort of pulled me over into a corner in the hallway and said, “I just thought it was — I don’t know — kind of daring, I guess. I thought it was cool that you would come to school without panties.” Marie was giggling and obviously nervous while we talked.

I just grinned at her and said, “Hey, we got the same equipment, so why not share the view, you know?”

She must have sort of misunderstood me because she grabbed my arm and we darted into this place under some stairs that was well-hidden from view. Then she handed me her book bag, looked around to make sure nobody was able to see us, and yanked her panties down and lifted her skirt.

Looking down, I saw Marie’s pussy. A small tuft of dark hair was growing along the outer lips, and I could see her clit poking out a bit at the top of her slit. Looking back at her, I saw she had this naughty grin. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. It was clear all of this had turned her on, first seeing my pussy then showing her own.

I didn’t know her that well, but I could see that was going to change. I silently thanked Clare for making me do this. The other girl I’d flashed had just looked and wrinkled her nose in disgust before getting back to her work.

On the other hand, Marie was practically begging me to touch her or something.

I didn’t do that, but I did lift my skirt to show her my pussy again.

“Wow, I thought so! You shave or something?” she whispered, total awe in her voice just the same.

“Yeah. I don’t like the hair. Gets in the way,” I said.

She giggled. “Gets in the way of what?” she asked, thinking she knew the answer, though not quite. But I wasn’t about to tell her it got in the way of the girls’ and women’s mouths when they went down on me. I knew she was thinking only about masturbation, though, and it was all I intended for her to think.

I grinned my own naughty smile. “I bet you know already, like it’s what you’re gonna do as soon as you get home, even before doing your homework.”

“You can’t tell me that walking around all day without panties isn’t making you want to do the same thing,” she said, giggling again.

“Maybe,” I smiled, thinking this girl would be a real hottie to get into my bed. I knew Deanna and Jenna would like her too. Dropping my skirt back into place, I said, “See you tomorrow in math. I gotta get to English.”

She tugged her panties back up, but not before taking a small swipe at her pussy on the way. She had done this in such a way that it looked as if she’d just been pulling her panties back into place, so I pretended not to see it, but this girl was definitely very horny. I realized if I had suggested we skip our next class and masturbate together, she would have been all for it.

As we left our spot under the stairs, I noticed her shoes. They were Nikes with a pink and green checkered pattern on them. They were unusual, and it made me think perhaps she was a bit unusual as well. She’d certainly gotten into a very suggestive conversation with me rather quickly.

After I got into English, I kicked off my own shoes and sat with my heel pushed up against my pussy. The pressure was maddening. I could feel the slick juices covering my heel as I did my best to hide that I was basically using my foot to masturbate right there in English class. Marie had been right. I had been getting wonderfully horny all day, and this was my last class and the sensations I was giving myself were driving me crazy.

I raised my hand and asked my teacher, Ms. Patterson, if I could go to the bathroom. She nodded and I retrieved her pass from where it hung beside the door before hurrying to the nearest girls’ restroom.

Entering, I made my way toward a stall. The first one was occupied, so I went toward the second one.

Then I stopped dead in my tracks. As I glanced at the occupied stall, I saw two feet on the floor beside the bottom of the toilet.

Pink and green checked Nikes.

Marie was in this stall. I wondered what she might be doing in there. I was pretty sure I knew. She was doing exactly what I planned to do.

Silence issued from the stall where Marie was as I took the stall next to her. Hearing her begin to move around a bit, I listened for tell-tale sounds of masturbation. Then, instead of rubbing, I heard her getting some toilet paper off the roll.

She was leaving? Was she finished when I walked in, or had my entrance made her nervous. Of course, she almost certainly didn’t know it was me in the next stall.

I decided to end her ignorance of her bathroom mate.

“I guess you couldn’t wait until you got home either,” I said.

I heard a quick gasp, then, “Cheryl?”

I giggled. “Yeah. It’s me.”

“Oh, my God. You scared the shit outa me!” she said, giggling.

“How long you been at it?” I asked.

“For just a minute when you came in. I stopped and was so pissed someone had come in, but now that it’s you….” She left the sentence hanging. I could tell she wanted to continue, and I know I certainly had no plans to keep from getting myself off. I thought for a moment about suggesting we get in the same stall and watch each other, but I knew if someone came in, they’d be able to tell what was going on.

So I decided on the next best thing.

“Wanna race?” I asked.

She giggled. “Sure!”

“Okay, ready…set…GO!”

We began to rub ourselves. I could clearly hear her fingers in her pussy, sliding around and rubbing her clit. The fluids in both our pussies made slick noises.

“Jeez! You’re really wet, aren’t you?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” she said. I could hear her straining to be the first to come. “So are you.”

I pushed a finger inside myself and fucked it in and out while my other hand was a blur of motion over my clit. It occurred to me that if anyone were to silently enter the bathroom they would know right away what was happening in the closed stalls because of the sounds we were making. Not only that, but Marie began to whimper and moan.

“Almost there,” she said.

I could have come at any moment, but I decided to wait and make it a tie.

The second I heard her begin her orgasm, I pictured her rubbing herself in the stall beside me. That pushed me over the edge and I was coming with my new friend.

We did a fair job of holding in our enthusiastic grunts and squeals of pleasure. If someone had been in the bathroom, they would have heard them, but I felt fairly sure nobody could hear our moaning through the door to the hallway beyond.

When we’d caught our breath, she said, “Whew. That was good.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“I think it may have been a tie,” she said and giggled.

“Me too.”

Before cleaning myself up, I peed, and so did Marie. Then we flushed and stepped out into the more public area of the restroom. When we saw each other, we burst into laughter.

“Your face is all red from the exertion,” she said.

“Yours too!” I answered her, pointing at her sweaty face. I realized I had some of my juices still on my finger and said, “Oops! Missed some!” I instinctively licked the fluid off my hand before realizing she was watching.

She said nothing, but her dark brown eyes grew as wide as her smile, as if she were thinking she had finally met someone as sexual as she was.

We stepped to the sinks and washed up, each of us also splashing cool water on our faces. As we were leaving she said, “Maybe we could make this a daily thing.”

“You do it every day too?” I asked, laughing.

“Unless I’m feeling sick, and even then, I sometimes do.”

“Me too,” I said. “I think we may have a lot in common.”

“Yeah, like perpetually horny syndrome,” she said, and we both laughed.

“Ha! Ha! Yeah. PHS instead of PMS!”

We left the bathroom still chuckling, but not until we had exchanged home phone numbers and suggesting we might spend the night together sometime. We were both very much in favor of that, and what’s odd is that we both knew exactly what we would do together the first time we managed to have a sleepover. There was no embarrassment at all. It was almost as if we were both thinking, “Yeah, I want to do some things with you sexually, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.”

I watched her walking down the hallway to her class as I turned to go the other direction. Her small butt swayed just enough, and her dark ponytail swung back and forth like a pendulum marking the time until we could mess around with each other. I had noticed she had small boobs, like mine, barely A-cups, and I wondered if she tasted as good as she looked.

I certainly intended to find out.

When I returned to English, Ms. Patterson approached me and said, “Cheryl, are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I said, returning to my work. As she turned to go to her desk, I thought about Marie’s term and wondered what the woman would have said if I had replied, “Just PHS.”

I stifled a laugh and an entire conversation Ms. Patterson and I never had played itself out in my brain.

“Don’t you mean PMS, dear?”

“No, PHS. Perpetually Horny Syndrome.”

In my imagination she looked as if she knew exactly what I was talking about.

It wasn’t the first fantasy I’d had of Ms. Patterson, who was in her mid-twenties and was slim and sexy as hell.

Focusing on my work, I thought about what I would say to Clare when we met up after school for my “report” to her about my day. I decided to pretend embarrassment and humiliation, which was the exact opposite of what I was feeling.

I was exhilarated. I found myself continuing my fantasy of Ms. Patterson, but this time it included Marie.

Later, I met Clare outside after school.

“Did you enjoy your day of showing everyone your pussy?” she asked.

“It wasn’t everyone. Just three people,” I said, showing defiance.

“Three’s enough. I’m sure at least one of the students will have it spread all over school that you are a slutty show-off. Mr. Whitley, of course, will probably wank off about a thousand times remembering it. Students, though, are different. They’ll talk.”

I was absolutely certain Marie wouldn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure about the other girl, and frankly, I didn’t care if she did. She was probably right about Mr. Whitley, and I found myself being glad I could help the guy get off. It wasn’t as if he touched me or anything.

I changed the subject.

“So what are you gonna do Wednesday?”

“Exactly what I want to do. You told me your mom wouldn’t be there til around dinner time, right?””

“Yeah,” I lied.

“I’ll be over about an hour after school lets out. Be naked. You and your sister both.”

“What if she won’t cooperate?” I asked, just because I felt it was something I should wonder about.

“If she values her rep, she will. Even a ten-year-old doesn’t want the world to know she has sex with a grown woman who’s supposed to be a mother to her.”

“I’ll talk to her today,” I said. “But I think she’s also having your sister over that afternoon.”

Clare thought about this for a moment. “That’s okay. She can have fun with everyone, too.”

Then she changed the subject, well sort of. “Are you a virgin?”

“Are you bringing a guy?” I asked. That would definitely not be good for our plan.

“No. Just answer the question.”

“I’ve never had a guy fuck me, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, I mean, do you still have your cherry? Or have you lost it to someone or something?”

“I still have it,” I said.

“What have you had inside yourself other than a tampon? Anything?” she asked. I wondered where she was going with this.

“Just my finger.”

“Okay, good,” she said. “I’m taking your cherry Wednesday. I’m bringing something that will pop it. And it’s gonna hurt,” she said, smiling. She apparently liked to cause other people pain.

I looked at her and frowned. I knew it wouldn’t get that far if our plan went as it should, but it was still troubling that this girl thought she had so much power over me. I hated that, even though what she’d made me do in school that day turned out to be good. I’d made a new friend, and we were already talking about a sleepover where we would fool around with each other, though how far things would go with Marie was still a mystery. Perhaps she would just want to masturbate together. I thought about that and decided I was fine with it if that was all she wanted to do. I could work on her some and eventually take things further.

*******

When I got home, Mom was there, as was Jenna. I told them about my day and about Marie. Mom said I could invite her over to spend the night this weekend if I wanted to. Deanna was staying over on Saturday night already, so I decided to call Marie and see if she could stay over Friday.

I also told them about Wednesday after school. Mom was really pissed that Clare was planning to take my cherry. “She won’t get the chance, though, if you girls play things as planned.”

I went to my room to call Marie. I guess it was her mother who answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is Marie there?”

“Yes. May I say who’s calling?”

“This is Cheryl. We sorta made friends at school today.”

“Ah, yes. She mentioned you. Told me all about you, in fact,” she said.

All about me? I suddenly wondered just how much Marie had said. Certainly, she hadn’t mentioned the episode in the bathroom.

Or had she? I had told my mom. Was it possible Marie and her mom were intimate, too?

“Yeah, I guess you could say we sorta got to know each other,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.

She chuckled in a sort of “yeah, I get it” way, which again made me wonder what Marie had told her. “Hang on for a sec. I’ll get her.”

I heard her call for Marie to pick up the extension, telling her it was me calling. After a moment, I heard Marie’s familiar voice.

“Cheryl?! Hey!”

“Hi, girl,” I said, listening for the other phone to hang up before continuing. I’d learned my lesson about talking about private things when someone else might be listening in. I heard the familiar click and could tell that her mom was no longer on the phone.

“Whatcha doin’?” she asked, a note of naughtiness in her tone.

“Not that!” I said, laughing. “At least not for another five minutes!” We both giggled. Then I added, “You know about us PHS girls!” She howled at that one.

“Yeah, I know about us real well!” she said.

“Was that your mom?” I asked.

“No. That was my oldest sister. She’s in college. My mom’s away on a business trip. She won’t be home til next week.”

“Oh,” I said, disappointed. I wondered if she’d be able to get permission to spend the night Friday.

“What’s wrong?” Marie asked. I guess she could hear the disappointment.

“I was gonna ask if you could spend the night this Friday, but I guess you can’t get permission until your mom gets home.”

“Wow, girl. You sure work fast!” Marie giggled before adding, “I love it!” Then she said, “No, it’s okay. My sister is in charge. She’ll let me stay over, I’m sure. She probably wants to watch her porn movies and take care of her own case of PHS.” She laughed again, but I got the feeling she was serious and I wondered how Marie might know that about her, especially the porn movie part. Then I wondered if Marie knew who my mother was. Oh, well, I’d find that out, I guess.

“You wanna ask? My mom said you could stay the night Friday if you want to.”

“Sure, hold on a sec and I’ll ask Sara.”

I heard the phone being put down and waited for Marie to return. A few moments later, she was back.

“It’s okay! I can stay over. Want me to come home with you that day?”

“Yeah!” I said. “Maybe you could bring one of your sister’s movies!”

We giggled at that for a minute, and Marie said, “I don’t know about that. My other sister, Linda, might fight me for my favorite one. It has some really good scenes in it. She sometimes watches them for hours in bed.”

I listened to Marie talking about her sisters, and I was aware that she had told me a lot about her and her sisters in a very short period of time. “How old is Linda?” I asked.

“She’s sixteen. She’s a junior in high school.”

“Are they as sexy as you are?” I asked.

She giggled. “I guess so. They love doing what we did in the restroom today.”

Suddenly, Jenna was at my bedroom door and signalling I needed to get off the phone. I knew Mom needed to use it, so I cut the call short.

“Marie? My mom has to use the phone, so I gotta go. See you in math!”

“Okay,” she said. “Yeah, I’ll see you there. Maybe I’ll be the one without panties tomorrow. I’m not wearing any right now.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. In fact, the hand not holding the phone has been kinda busy,” she hinted.

“You naughty little slut, you!” I said, laughing at my new friend and thinking how bold and sexy she was.

“Can’t help it!” she said. “I bet I come before you do this time!”

“I’m sure you will. Have fun, but don’t let your sisters catch you!”

“They won’t mind. They’ve caught me plenty of times before.”

“You’re gonna have to tell me about that,” I said. We said our good-byes and I reluctantly hung up. It would have been a great opportunity for some phone sex, not to mention finding out more about Marie’s sisters, Sara and Linda.

I replayed the phone call in my head and thought it was very likely that these girls were a lot like my own family. Marie seemed to be letting me know they were extremely close, at least very open about their sexual explorations, and Sara’s reaction to me when I told her who I was made it seem even more likely. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I thought I had heard a sexy leer in the young woman’s voice. Of course, that could be my imagination, but Sara really did sound, well, interested in hearing more about me or something.

The rest of the day was mostly boring. I finished my homework and lay on my bed, imagining what Marie looked like completely naked. I also wondered a lot about her older sisters. Could it be that they were all having sex with each other?

That would be so cool!

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