The Dance, Part Four

Getting out of the car, Addison was surprised by how excited she was. Nervous, but excited. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this way about shopping before. Generally speaking, she hated shopping for clothes. Then again, this wasn’t just any dress she was shopping for. She wanted to look beautiful for Bethany, wanted the girl to be unable to take her eyes off of her. Somewhere in this store, there was a formal gown that would capture her girlfriend’s attention and hold it as they twirled around the gymnasium floor.

It was also the dress she’d be wearing when the world found out about them. Well, not the whole world but her world right now. Namely, her school and classmates.

“Are you actually smiling?” Her mother asked, giving her a curious look, “You are! Who are you? What have you done with my daughter? She’d never smile like that while shopping.”

Addison just shook her head and laughed. Her mother put her arm around her shoulders, gave her a squeeze as they headed into the store. No sooner did they step through the door did Addison see how daunting a task looking for a dress would be. The store was huge, and there were racks and racks of dresses. Overwhelmed by the sheer number of options, she felt some of her excitement slipping.

Maybe feeling Addison stiffen or just in-tuned with her daughter’s thoughts, her mother said, “Don’t worry. The whole back half of the store is taken by wedding dresses and changing rooms. This corner is dedicated to bridesmaid dresses. If we can’t find anything in the prom dress section, we might try there, but what you are looking for is to your right.”

Relaxing some when she realized she wouldn’t be looking through more than a thousand square feet of dresses, Addison felt her excitement returning. There were still a lot of dresses to pick through, but the number was much more manageable.

“Do you have any idea what you are looking for?” Her mother asked, looking at her.

“Um…Not really,” Addison said, laughing.

Her mother steered them towards the formal gown section, and Addison started riffling through the racks. She wasn’t much of a girly girl, but she couldn’t help but be drawn in by all the beautiful, slinky outfits. Any one of these dresses would do, and she had to resist the urge just to pick one and be done with this.

She didn’t want a dress; she wanted The Dress. It had to be perfect, even if she had to pick through every dress in this store and a few other stores to find it.

“Hello, Ladies,” a saleswoman said, smiling as she walked up to them, “is there anything I can help you with today?”

“My daughter needs a dress for her dance,” Addison’s mother said.

“The Valentine’s Day Dance? At St. Micheals?” The woman asked, smiling at Addison.

“Yes, ma’am,” Addison said, nodding.

“We just got a whole shipment of dresses in junior sizes in when we heard about the dance,” the woman said, with a salesman smile, “would you like me to show you?”

“That would be perfect,” Addison’s mother said.

Addison cringed, expecting to be shown a bunch of little girl dresses. Still, she followed her mother and the saleswoman. She was pleasantly surprised to see a cluster of racks filled with gowns similar to those she had been looking at, still elegant and sensual, only scaled down for someone her size. Her heart began beating a little faster as she started finding dresses she liked that would actually fit.

“Do you see anything you like?” The saleswoman asked.

“I like them all,” Addison said, smiling at her.

“Well, I’ll let you look around. If you find something you want to try on, I’ll be in the back,” she said, leaving Addison and her mother to poke through the racks.

Her mother looked at her, then said, “You are starting to get excited about the dance, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Addison said, hoping the woman wouldn’t make a big deal about it.

“Then let’s find you a dress,” she said, simply. Addison got the feeling the woman wanted to make more of a fuss about it but was restraining herself for Addison’s sake.

Smiling, Addison touched her shoulder affectionately before turning her attention back to finding a dress. There were so many colors and styles and materials and all of them lovely and feminine. Moving from one rack to the next, she didn’t know how she would be able to choose just one. Again, she was a little surprised by her reaction to the dresses.

“Have you figured out a style you like?” Addison’s mother asked, looking through a different rack than her daughter.

“No,” Addison said, laughing, “every time I think I found something, I see another one I like.”

Her mother smiled at her, amused by her statement, “Uh oh.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Mom,” Addison said, shaking her head. Her mother liked shopping and getting her hair done and other girly activities and wanted Addison to join her but it really wasn’t Addison’s thing.

“Well, I’m going to enjoying while I can,” the woman said, going back to browsing.

“You do-” Addison said, then stopped mid thought as she saw it. The Dress. Stunned, she said, “Oh.”

“What?” Her mother asked, seeing her staring at something.

Addison couldn’t answer, could only stare at the dress. It was pale blue and floor length, worn off one shoulder. Gem stones lined the opening at the neck, and there was a cut out that left the lower back bare. It was sexy but not slutty, feminine but not frilly, and Addison loved the color, the material. It was The Dress.

Feeling someone looking at her, she glanced up and found her mother smiling at her. She knew that look and for once it didn’t make her roll her eyes. Addison pulled the dress off the rack and held it up in front of her, looked expectantly at her mother. The woman put a hand to her mouth and nodded, looked like she might cry.

“That’s definitely the one,” her mother said, smiling at her.

“I- I have to try it on,” she said, and her mother nodded.

Her legs were a little rubbery as she headed toward the back of the store. The saleswoman saw them coming, came out from behind the counter when she saw a dress draped over Addison’s arm. She opened one of the spacious dressing rooms and held the door for Addison. The door was closed behind Addison, and she was left alone to try on The Dress. Her hands were shaking a little as she undressed, she was so nervous.

“It’s just a dress,” she said, wondering about her reaction to it.

In just her panties, she slipped into the dress, shivering as the soft material caressed her skin. Smoothing it into place, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hand came to her mouth, and her eyes grew impossibly wide. It truly was her dress, fit her like it had been designed with her in mind. Her heart was thumping in her breast as she turned this way and that to look at it. She couldn’t find anything she didn’t like about it, loved the way it fit and the way the silky material felt against her body.

“Let’s see it,” her mother called through the door.

Opening the door, she was greeting with a gasp from her mother and the woman put a hand to her heart. The tears were back in her eyes as she smiled brightly at her daughter. Addison couldn’t stop smiling as she made a slow spin to show off the dress.

“Honey, it’s perfect,” her mother said, hugging her. Addison squeezed her back.

When her mother finally let her go, Addison stepped in front of the mirror, again. Her mother moved next her, gathered Addison’s hair up. The dress would look even better with her hair up and her slender neck bare.

“Um, do you think… My hair?” Addison asked, and her mother started smiling at her, again. She knew the woman loved this.

“Yeah, Sweetie,” her mother said, then added, “We need to get you some shoes to match the dress. How much is it?”

Addison felt around, finally found a tag. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw how much it cost, and she gasped, “A hundred and eighty-five dollars.”

Her heart sank to her knees when she saw her mother’s shocked look. It was too much money for a dress she would wear for just a couple of hours. Her mother would tell her to find something else, breaking her heart. She’d understand, but it would still be devastating.

Seeing her daughter’s face fall, her mother smiled at her, then said to the saleswoman, “We’ll take it.”

“But Mom, it’s too expensive,” Addison said.

“Addie,” her mother said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “when your father and I found out we were having a girl, we expected certain… Expenses. Planned for them. So far, you’ve been a lot cheaper to raise than we expected. We can afford to splurge a little. Now, take off the dress so this nice lady can ring it up for us.”

Addison flew to her mother, hugged her tightly and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Hurry up,” her mother said, pulling away, “we still have to find some shoes.”

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Standing in her bedroom, looking down at The Dress laid out on her bed, Addison could barely believe it was hers. Almost two hundred dollars and her mother had barely batted an eye at buying it for her. She got the feeling the line about Addison ‘being a lot cheaper to raise than we expected’ was a crock, that her mother had seen her face fall and had bought the dress out of… sympathy, maybe. Whatever her motivation, her mother would probably catch hell from her father when he saw the credit card statement.

Addison made a mental note to thank the woman a bunch more times.

Her phone buzzed, and she walked carefully over to it. In a moment of clouded judgment, her mother had talked her into buying heels to go with her new dress. Kitten heels, but still a turned ankle waiting to happen. She has been walking around her bedroom, trying to get a feel for them.

She made it to her phone without breaking her neck, saw that she had a text message from Bethany. Smiling, she read: How did it go?

I found The Dress, she sent back, wondering if Bethany would notice the proper noun status she had given it.

Capital T and D, huh? Must have found something good. Should I be looking for something cute and playful or slinky and sexy?

Laughing, Addison typed: Slinky and sexy

Now I’m curious what you bought, Bethany sent with a smiley face emoji.

“You’ll get to see it the day of the dance,” Addison giggled, sending that message to Bethany.

Her phone buzzed, and it was simply a pouty face emoji. Laughing, she started to type a reply, when her phone vibrated in her hand, again. She opened the message, read: Mom is making lasagna, wanted me to invite you over

Just thinking about Bethany’s mom’s lasagna made her mouth start watering, so she sent:Let me ask

Addison kicked off the heels and ran downstairs to find her mom. The woman looked up when Addison came tearing into the room and just nodded.

“Lasagna,” Addison said, laughing.

“You can go,” her mother said.

“Thanks,” she said, turning to leave, then went to her mother instead. She gave her a hearty squeeze and said, “And thanks for the dress. And the shoes, I guess.”

“You are welcome, Sweetie,” the woman said, laughing, “the heels will look great with the dress.”

“Until I break my neck,” she said.

“You’ll be okay,” her mother said, laughing.

Addison ran upstairs, changed into some jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Adding some running shoes, she was ready. Almost forgetting to text Bethany back to let her know she was coming, she quickly sent: On my way

It was surprisingly warm for the first week of February, and she was comfortable without a coat as she hurried to Bethany’s. Save for one ice storm, it had been a very mild winter all the way around. Not that she was complaining. She hated the cold.

She made it to Bethany’s, found the girl sitting on the front porch waiting for her. The girl smiled when she saw her coming up the sidewalk. Standing up, she hugged Addison tightly when she made it to the porch, gave her a quick but heated kiss. Bethany broke it, glancing over her shoulder, nervously. Turning back around, she gave Addison a sheepish look.

“Hi,” Bethany said.

“Hey, yourself,” Addison husked, her voice thick from the kiss.

They went inside, and Addison’s mouth started watering at the smell of homemade tomato sauce simmering in the kitchen. The only bad thing about Bethany’s mom’s lasagna was that it started smelling so good long before it was ready to eat. The whole house smelled like garlic and basil and all kinds of lovely things.

“It smells so good, Mom,” Addison said, hugging Bethany’s mom from behind.

“Thanks, Sweetie,” she said, shifting her position to put an arm around Addison’s shoulders, “you were the first person I thought of when I decided to make lasagna.”

“When’s dinner?” Addison asked.

“Not for a while, yet,” the woman said, laughing when Addison groaned, “why don’t you two head down to Bethany’s room for a while. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“Okay,” Addison said, following her girlfriend down to her room.

Once they were out of ear shot, Bethany said, “I have to show you something.”

“What?” Addison asked, sitting on Bethany’s bed.

“Remember when I told you I was moving boxes in the attic?” Bethany asked, sinking to her knees beside the bed and fishing underneath it for something.

“Yeah,” Addison said, smiling, “it was when you saved me from being grounded.”

“Well, I saw a small trunk marked ‘college stuff’. When I saw it was locked, I was intrigued,” Bethany said, pulling a little trunk out from under the bed. It was about a foot long and eight wide and eight inches tall. Patting it, Bethany said, “I had to know what was in it, kept thinking about it. I finally snuck up to the attic and brought it down. The lock was kind of flimsy, and I broke it pretty easily.”

“You broke into your dad’s college stuff?” Addison asked, looking at the closed trunk.

“Not my dad’s,” Bethany said, grinning at her, “my mom’s.”

“Oh?” Addison asked, curious about that grin. The girl must have found something good in the trunk, but what Addison couldn’t even begin to guess.

“I learned something about my mom I hadn’t known before,” Bethany said, still not opening the trunk.

“What’s that?” Addison asked, her heart starting to beat faster. She couldn’t say why but she had the feeling this was no small secret.

“Apparently, Mom had a wild side in college,” Bethany said, finally opening the box. She pulled out a small, intricately blown glass bong, laughing as she saw Addison’s eyes widen. She said, “That’s not even the surprising part.”

Addison leaned in and Bethany pulled something else from the wooden box. She gasped and started laughing when she saw the vibrator in her girlfriend’s hand, recognizing it from her ‘research’. Bethany handed it to her, and she turned the black knob at the base. It came buzzing to life in her hand, surprising her. She glanced at Bethany, and the girl winked at her.

“I put new batteries in it, cleaned it up real good,” Bethany said.

“And why would you do something like that?” Addison asked, playfully.

“I’m sure we can find a use for it,” her girlfriend said, giving her a lingering kiss.

“Is that all that was in the box?” Addison asked, setting the sex toy aside.

“No,” Bethany said, giggling. She pulled a rubber dildo from the box showing it to Addison. It was purple, maybe six inches long with a slight curve to it.

“Wow,” Addison said, her eyes wide.

“Wait, it gets better,” the girl said, pulling a tangle of straps from the box.

Addison watched as Bethany untangled everything. She gasped as she thought she knew what it was. Bethany confirmed her suspicions, slipping the dildo through an opening in the apparatus, snapping it in place.

“That’s a…” Addison said, looking at her girlfriend, “a strap-on?”

“Yeah,” Bethany laughed, handing it to her.

“Then your mom…” she said, looking at the strap-on in her hands.

Bethany nodded.

“Huh,” Addison said, trying to absorb that bit of information. Bethany’s mother had, at the very least, experimented with lesbianism in college. She tried to picture the woman in bed with another girl, kissing and exploring each others body. Surprisingly, she didn’t have any trouble imagining it, had to push the thought out of her head before it got her in trouble. After all, Bethany’s mom was a very beautiful woman, so much like her daughter.

“Anyway,” Bethany said, putting everything back in the box, “it was so deep in dust, I doubt Mom even remembers this trunk is up there. So, I’m claiming it.”

“Claiming it?” Addison parroted.

“Well, some of it,” Bethany said, meeting her eyes. A playful smile spread on her face as what she had in mind dawned on Addison and her eyes got big. She leaned in and kissed Addison, said, “There’s no rush, but when we are ready for them, I’ll have them.”

“Do you think we’ll ever be ready?” Addison asked.

“I’ve been dying to try this thing,” Bethany said, pointing at the vibrator, “since I found it. I’ll wait, though, until you are ready.”

Addison looked at the vibrator and strap-on laying in the box, a naughty shiver working up her spine at the thought of her and Bethany using them. She had seen a video of two girl’s sharing a vibrator, had watched with bated breath as they used the toy to drive their bodies to the edge of ecstasy and over into orgasmic bliss. She shivered, again, thinking about Bethany using the toy on her.

She found herself saying, “Maybe next time I spend the night.”

Perking up, Bethany asked, “Yeah?”

Addison gave her a lingering kiss, then said, “Yeah.”

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“This is so good,” Addison said, sighing happily as she popped her last bite of lasagna in her mouth. It was Heaven on a plate.

Bethany’s mom smiled at her, said, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Mom, do you think Addison can stay the night? I know you said not to make it a habit, but…” Bethany asked. She ignored Addison laughing and shaking her head.

I guess the girl couldn’t wait any longer, Addison thought, her heart beating faster in her chest.

Giving her daughter a look, she said, “I guess if it’s okay with her parents.”

“I promise we won’t make it a habit,” Bethany said, getting up. As she gathered the dishes, she said to Addison, “Call and see if you can stay.”

Addison excused herself from the table and went into the living room to make the call. Her father answered on the second ring, and she said, “Hey, Dad. How was work?”

“Okay,” he said, laughing, “what do you want, Kiddo? A ride or are you staying the night?”

“Staying the night, if its okay,” Addison said.

“You know tomorrow is a school day, right?” He asked.

It was a patented Dad question, and she rolled her eyes as she said, “Yeah.”

“No homework or anything, right?” He asked, and Addison started smiling. He was going to let her stay.

“No homework,” she said.

“Do you need your backpack brought over?” Her father asked, then added, “Clothes?”

“No. I left it in my locker at school since I didn’t need it. I’ll borrow something from Bethany,” Addison said.

“Alright, have fun, then,” he said.

“Thanks, Dad. Have a good night,” she said.

“You, too. Bye,” he said, ending the call.

As Addison put her phone back in her pocket, she wondered what tonight had in store. She knew Bethany was dying to try out some of the stuff she had found from her mother’s crazy college days. Remembering how the vibrator had felt in her hand, its buzzing felt all the way through her arm to the elbow made her excited about playing with it in other places.

Heading back into the kitchen, she said, “It’s okay with them.”

“Sweet,” Bethany said, smiling at her from the sink. She was rinsing off dishes and loading the dishwasher.

“I guess I should have asked, but can I borrow something to wear tomorrow?” Addison asked, moving to the sink. With her hip, she butted the girl aside, started rinsing dishes and passing them to her to put them in the dishwasher.

“No, you’ll just have to go to school naked,” Bethany said, laughing when Addison gave her a dirty look, “Yeah, you can borrow some clothes.”

Low enough that Bethany’s parents couldn’t hear, Addison asked, “Couldn’t wait for the weekend, huh?”

Smiling affectionately at Addison, Bethany said, “I can never wait.”

Feeling warm and fuzzy from that comment, Addison couldn’t stop smiling as they finished the last of the dishes. She wanted to pull the girl close and kiss her deeply but she couldn’t, not with the girl’s parents still sitting at the table. Suddenly in a hurry to get downstairs, she was rinsing dishes faster. The sink full of dishes were in the dishwasher in record time.

No sooner did the door close behind them, did Addison pull Bethany close and finally get the kiss she had been needing. It didn’t end for a long while, both girls still standing on the top step. Eventually, Addison pulled back and said, “Maybe we should go downstairs before this gets too far out of hand.”

Bethany gave her one more kiss, then headed downstairs to her bedroom. Avoiding the bed for the moment, knowing it would get them in trouble, they sat down on the couch, instead. Glancing at the clock, Bethany said, “It’s still really early.”

Laughing, Addison said, “Remember when we could just spend time together and no be thinking about sex.”

“I don’t know,” Bethany said, smiling at her, “I was thinking about us having sex a while before we actually did.”

“Really?” Addison asked, surprised.

“I mean, I didn’t really expect it to happen, just daydreaming about it, but yeah. Like I said, I was crushing on you hard,” Bethany said, taking Addison’s hand.

“So all those times we were playing Mario Kart, you were thinking about getting in my pants.” Addison teased.

“Usually, it was at night, when you changed for bed. You’d look so cute in your t-shirt and panties… Mm, those legs of yours. Then sleeping in the bed next to you, so close but I couldn’t touch. I’d lay awake and think about what it would be like to just roll over and wrap my arms around you,” Bethany said, grinning sheepishly.

“Really?” Addison asked.

“That went on for about a month before I finally had to stop staying over,” Bethany said, laughing, “I didn’t trust myself in bed with you anymore.”

“That was right before you put the note in my locker,” Addison said, remembering the gap Bethany was talking about. She had been dealing with her own thoughts and feelings and hadn’t put much thought into the girl’s absence.

“Yeah,” the girl said.

“So that first time really wasn’t an accident,” Addison said.

“No, it was,” Bethany said, smiling at her, “I wasn’t trying to sleep with you when I came over. I was still in friend mode, thinking you might need someone to talk to about the note. When the opportunity presented itself, I just went for it.”

“Huh,” Addison said, giving her dubious look. She was just teasing, really didn’t think the girl had planned on getting her in the sack that first time.

“I did feel kind of shitty about not telling you the note was from me, though,” Bethany said, with a sheepish grin.

“I still can’t believe you Tom Hanks’d me,” Addison said, shaking her head.

“You know, I went back and watched ‘You’ve Got Mail’ after you said that to me under the gazebo,” Bethany said, laughing, “that was such a great line. Tom Hanks’d me. It was exactly what I did, too, even if I didn’t realize it until you said it.”

Addison smiled at her, thinking back on the crazy week of letters and emails and wondering who the girl was sending her love letters signed ‘Your Admirer’. It was something straight out of a romantic comedy and something she’d never forget.

Knowing it was a bad idea, Addison still moved against Bethany, anyway. She leaned into the girl and Bethany put an arm around her. She found Bethany’s hand, interlocking her fingers with Bethany’s, said, “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Bethany said.

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“They are going to bed,” Bethany said, stretching out on the bed beside Addison. She moved close, pressing her body against Addison’s. Nose to nose, she said, “I can’t wait, anymore.”

Addison kissed her, unable to resist. As the hour got later and later, so the anticipation had built and built until, like Bethany, she just couldn’t take it anymore. She just hoped Bethany’s parents wouldn’t decide to poke their head in the door to say goodnight as she pawed at Bethany’s clothes, trying to get the girl naked. Bethany was kissing her back, her hand under Addison’s shirt to cup her breast. The passion welled up between them, and they couldn’t have stopped if they had to.

She finally managed to get Bethany’s shirt off, her hand finding the girl’s soft breast. Bethany moaned into her kiss, her hand covering Addison’s. Smiling, Addison rolled the girl onto her back, moving atop her. She pulled her hand away from the girl’s breast, kissing the stiffening nipple. Bethany sighed as Addison traced her areola with her tongue. Her back arched off the bed when Addison trapped the straining nipple with her teeth, gently nibbling on it.

“I hope your parents don’t want to say goodnight,” Addison said, smiling as she kissed the bottom of Bethany’s breast, then her rib cage. She followed the faint muscle line on the girl’s abdomen, leaving kisses as she moved lower. The girl’s muscles tightened every time Addison’s lips brushed her skin, and she would sigh.

When she made it to the waistband of Bethany’s panties, she hooked her finger in the elastic. Bethany lifted her backside off the bed so Addison could pull the underwear off her hips, then down her long legs. Tossing them aside, Addison ran her hands up the insides of the girl’s thighs, making her shiver.

“Get the vibrator,” Bethany said, propping up on her elbows.

Addison hesitated but only for a second. Crawling off the girl, she reached under the bed and pulled the trunk onto the bed. Opening it, she looked at the shiny shaft of the sex toy. Addison wasn’t sure if they were ready for this, but she thought they were about to find out.

Taking the vibrator out of the box, she closed the lid and pushed the trunk under the bed. She crawled back atop Bethany, straddling her thighs. Picking up the sex toy, she turned the black knob and shivered as it came buzzing to life in her hand. The vibrations were intense in her hand, felt almost to her elbow. How would it feel pressed against something as sensitive as a clitoris? Addison shivered, again, this time with excitement.

She ran the vibrator up the inside of Bethany’s thigh, and the girl giggled, her leg jerking away. Bethany gasped when the cool plastic found her hot bud, then gasped again as the vibrations worked through her. Her eyes were wide, and her hands clutched at the sheets as Addison held the toy against her.

“God,” the girl moaned her back arching as her hips began to undulate against the shaft.

“How does this feel?” Addison asked, rubbing the toy back and forth.

“Amazing,” Bethany said, with a laugh that was half a moan, “almost too good.”

“Want me to turn it down some?” Addison asked, running her free hand over Bethany’s thighs and stomach, “it has another setting.”

“Um, yeah. Let’s try that,” she moaned, biting her lip.

Addison turned the knob, and the vibrations died down some. The smile on Bethany’s face said it all, that this was better for her. Her hips were still gyrating against the toy, but her hands released the death grip on her sheets.

Smiling at her, Addison said, “I think this is your speed.”

“It feels so good,” Bethany said, sighing. Her head lulled back loosely on her neck, her hair sweeping the covers behind her.

Addison moved between the girl’s legs, using her free hand to push them wide open. Stretching out on her stomach, she moved the vibrator higher, then gently kissed Bethany’s sex. The girl’s head sprang up as Addison’s tongue caressed her tender bud. Her eyes flashed at Addison, and she took a second to smile at the girl. Bethany put all of her weight on one elbow so that she could caress Addison’s cheek lovingly. The hand slid into her hair, then around to the back of Addison’s head. As her fingers tightened in her hair, Addison got the message.

Bethany’s body went crazy under the dueling sensations, the buzzing of the vibrator and the hot, wet flick of Addison’s tongue. Her hips rolled against Addison’s mouth eagerly, her cheeks wet from the girl’s thrashings. Her cries filled the quiet bedroom, getting louder as Bethany strained toward a climax.

It wasn’t long before Addison sensed Bethany was getting close. She could hear it in her cries, could see it in the rapid tightening of the girl’s stomach muscles. Addison fought the girl’s writhing body, struggling to keep her mouth to her girlhood. Giving up, she moved the vibrator more directly onto her bud, let the vibrations take the girl the rest of the way.

Bethany’s body almost curled itself into a ball as tension built up inside, her forehead almost touching her knees. When she came, it was like that tension exploded outward and Bethany was pushed to her back. She cried out as her body shook with the orgasm, the muscles in her legs and stomach jerking like her nerve endings were misfiring.

Gasping, she put her hand to her forehead. She looked at Addison and laughed, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah?” Addison asked, smiling at her.

“Oh yeah,” the girl said, shaking her head in wonder, “it’s so intense.”

Addison pressed the vibrator against the girl’s now very sensitive bud and Bethany jerked like she had been shocked, gasping. Her hand came off her forehead, and she pushed the toy away. Laughing, Addison pretending like she was going to try again and Bethany gave her a dirty look.

The girl snatched the vibrator out of Addison’s hand, sitting up to give her a heated kiss. When she finally broke it, Bethany said, “Take your clothes off.”

Grinning at her, Addison slipped out of her shirt, tossing it aside. She stretched out on her back, raising up to remove her panties. These were flung in the general direction her shirt had gone. Naked, she watched as Bethany got to her hands and knees. The girl put her hands on Addison’s thighs and gently spreading her legs wide. Moving between them, Bethany ran her free hand up Addison’s thigh, onto her stomach. Addison moaned as she cupped her breast, her nipple dragging deliciously across the palm of her hand.

Bethany leaned in and kissed Addison, a sweet lingering kiss that left Addison breathless and in danger of never being able to uncurl her toes, again. Her lips were tingling by the time the girl finally pulled back to smile at her. Addison bit her lip as the girl nuzzled her neck, kissed her collarbone. As the girl moved lower, Addison’s breathing quickened in pace with her growing excitement. The girl had her so turned on by the time she made it to the junction of her thighs, Addison could bare stand it.

Addison shivered as the cool plastic of the vibrator touched her hot skin. Bethany teased her with it, running, running the toy along the inside of her thigh, just brushing against her girlhood before moving up to brush it against her straining nipple.

The girl gave her a playful smile, her eyes flashing mischievously. The vibrator began moving lower, slowly tracing its way down Addison’s supine body. The buzzing on her stomach made her shiver and goosebumps break out on her skin. The anticipation built up, and she was almost painfully ready for the toy by the time Bethany made it to her girlhood.

The vibrations found her bud and a moan slipped from her slack mouth. The sensation was deeper, more intense than anything she had ever felt before. She had thought she was ready for it, had seen how Bethany reacted to the sex toy, but she still wasn’t prepared for how good it felt.

“Oh God,” she laughed, her hands clutching at the sheets as her hips began to move with a mind of their own.

Bethany stretched out on her stomach between Addison’s legs, placing feather kisses on the insides of Addison’s thighs. With the fingers of her free hand spread wide, the girl massaged the soft folds of Addison’s sex, and Addison moaned thickly. Bethany leaned in and ran her tongue over Addison’s labia, making her sigh. Addison knew what was coming as Bethany moved the vibrator higher until it pressed just above the hood of her clitoris but she still gasped when Bethany’s tongue found her bud. The vibrations still found their way through her sensitive flesh and coupled with the delicious caress of Bethany hot tongue, becoming one mind blowing sensation.

No wonder the girl had come so fast, Addison thought, her back arching off the bed, it’s like she has a vibrating tongue.

Addison knew she wouldn’t last long, either. Too many wonderful things were happening to her body for it to last. She had already lost control of her hips as they undulated against the girl’s mouth. They started moving faster and faster in their eagerness. Her eyes closed and her fingers tightened on the sheets she was clinging to. She just held on for dear life, losing herself to the pleasure washing through her young body.

Her moans and sighs filled the bedroom, and she didn’t even try to hold them back. Her moans gave way to sharp cries of ecstasy as she felt tension enter her body. Her eyes snapped open, and she met Bethany’s. The girl smiled as she saw the urgency in Addison’s eyes, kept her mouth to Addison’s thrashing body. Addison’s cry cut off midway as her body locked up, then shook like she was pitching a fit.

She sighed and stretched as the feel good juices flooded her bloodstream. When Bethany crawled up to give her a kiss, Addison pulled the girl down atop her, wrapping her arms around her neck and her legs around her back. Bethany laughed and kissed her deeply.

“That was crazy,” Addison said, smiling at her girlfriend.

“I love this thing,” Bethany said, turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside, “I’m definitely keeping it.”

“Yeah,” Addison agreed, “and you better stockpile some batteries.”

“Do you think we are going to need them?” Bethany asked, grinning.

“Oh yeah,” Addison said, shivering.

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The alarm clock started going off way too early, and Bethany grumbled something unintelligible as she fumbled it off. Addison smiled at as her girlfriend rolled over, ready to go back to sleep. She kissed the girl behind the ear and whispered, “I’ll wake you up when I’m done with the shower.”

The girl nodded, mumbled something. Addison slipped naked from the bed and stepped into the bathroom. Yawning, she got the water started in the stall, then found a towel. She glanced at herself in the mirror, smiling at her reflection. She looked tired, but her body felt amazing. Yawning again, she wondered what time they had finally put the vibrator away. She hadn’t looked at the clock before falling asleep, but she knew it had been late

She sighed as she stepped under the spray, the hot water awakening her senses and washing away the last of the sleep that clung to her. She popped the lid on the bottle of body wash, inhaling deep its lovely scent.Mm, smells like Bethany, she thought, smiling.

Squirting a puddle into her palm, she capped the soap and set it back where she had gotten it from. As she massaged the soap onto her skin, the fragrance filled the shower, and it made her miss Bethany. She closed her eyes, and she could almost imagine the girl was in the shower stall with her. The girl would wrap her arms around her, pressing her sylphlike body against her back…

The fantasy was so real, she could actually feel Bethany’s arms around her. Frowning, she opened her eyes and saw she wasn’t alone in the shower anymore. While she had her eyes closed, lost in her little fantasy, Bethany had slipped into the stall behind her.

Turning in the girl’s arms, so she was facing her, Addison said, “I thought you were going back to sleep.”

Bethany smiled at her and said, “I got to thinking about you all naked and soapy, and I was suddenly wide awake.”

“Not that I’m not happy to see you,” Addison said, giving her a quick kiss, “but is this really a good idea?”

“Probably not,” Bethany said, her hands slipping down Addison’s back to grab her ass.

Laughing, Addison wriggled her hips, rubbing her lower abdomen against the girl. She wrapped her arms around Bethany’s neck, asked, “Do you think we have time for a quickie before school?”

“Well, we are saving time by showering together,” Bethany said, kissing her deeply.

The hot water on her back and Bethany’s lovely body pressed against her, the scent of the body wash still on the steamy air, Addison found herself getting excited. Even though she knew it was a bad idea, she let her hands glide over Bethany’s body. She found herself getting more and more turned on as she explored the girl. Bethany’s breathing changed, and she knew the girl was just as aroused as she was.

“We have to be quick,” Addison said, giving into the urge.

“Yeah,” Bethany said, smiling as her hand slipped down Addison’s soapy stomach and into the junction of her thighs. Addison moaned as her fingers massaged her girlhood in lazy circles, her hips moving against the girl’s hand.

Following her girlfriend’s lead, Addison let her own hand find the soft folds of Bethany’s sex, her fingers teasing her bud. She put her arm around Bethany’s neck, pulling her close enough to kiss. Her fingers never stopped as her tongue teased Bethany’s. Neither did Bethany’s, and both girls were moaning and sighing as they kissed, their bodies moving with a mind of their own.

As her body began to respond to the delicious pressure of Bethany’s fingers on her bud, Addison thought, I guess we didn’t get it out of our system last night, after all.

Not that she’d ever really get Bethany out of her system. The girl’s lithe, sexy body was an addiction and the hooks were in deep. Her desire for the girl only seemed to grow with each time they laid together, instead of waning. Admittedly, their relationship was still new, but she couldn’t imagine a time she wouldn’t be hopelessly in lust with the girl.

Smiling, she thought, In love with her, too.

She met Bethany’s eyes, and her heart beat faster seeing the girl’s excitement in them. Addison lost herself in the girl’s beautiful eyes, could almost feel the pleasure flowing through the girl across the connection. It was intensely intimate, and she couldn’t look away.

What the girl was doing to her felt so good, the pleasure washing through her body almost too much to bear. The lovely pressure on her clit as Bethany’s fingers mashed her labia in quickening circles had her hips gyrating and her fingers tightened on the girl’s shoulders. She was in danger of leaving a bruise. The girl didn’t seem to mind or even notice, caught up in her own ecstasy.

Bethany’s eye widened slightly, and Addison felt the girl’s hips lose their grace. Knowing she was about to come, Addison didn’t let up, her hand almost a blur between the girl’s thighs. The girl gasped as her body went crazy and her knees threatened to give out. Addison caught her up, held her as she trembled with her orgasm. She didn’t let go until the girl was done floating down from her high.

She turned into the water, letting the spray sluice the soap from her body. Addison smiled as Bethany moved behind her and pressed against her back. Her little fantasy was coming true. The girl’s hands roamed over her body, one of them slipping between her thighs. Addison moaned thickly as her fingers found her bud, teased it. She liked this better, loved the feel of Bethany’s arms around her and the girl’s lovely body molded against her back. It didn’t take long for her hips to start moving. Bethany rubbed her lower abdomen against Addison’s buttocks, her free hand falling on Bethany’s hip. Addison moaned as Bethany began pulling her back into her, her body bumping deliciously against Addison’s backside. The little collisions of their bodies sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hands slipped back to grab Bethany’s buttocks, urging the girl to keep doing it.

Already most of the way there from before, it didn’t long for Bethany to have her tiptoeing along the edge of ecstasy. Her little cries were no longer drowned out by the hiss of the shower, spilling out of her every time Bethany pushed against her. Her fingers tightened on the girl’s buttocks as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. Sensing she was close, Bethany didn’t let up, toppling her over the edge.

Addison cried out as her body locked up on her, then shook itself loose. Bethany rubbed her body against Addison’s buttocks, her fingers slowing but not stopping. The pleasure was so intense that Addison finally had to push Bethany’s hand away. Her legs were a little wobbly, and she was trembling all over as she turned into the girl and wrapped her arms around her neck. Bethany hugged her back, kissing her neck.

“That was… That’s how every day should start,” Addison said, pulling back to kiss Bethany.

“Mm,” Bethany said, grinning at her, “I could definitely get used to it.”

Addison kissed her, again, and it lingered. The hot water on her back and Bethany’s body molded to her front, the lazy almost sated kiss… Addison wasn’t in any rush for it to end.

How long they stood like that, enjoying the closeness and the tender kisses, she wasn’t sure. Eventually, the thought that she was forgetting something important came to her orgasm fuzzy brain, and she pulled back from the girl. Only when their lips parted did it dawn on her, that time had gotten away from them.

“Um, we need to hurry up,” Addison said, the clock suddenly ticking loudly in her head. She wasn’t sure how long they had in the shower, but she knew it was too long.

Bethany gave her one more kiss, then turned off the water. Opening the door, Addison reached for her towel. She shivered as the cool air in the bathroom found its way into the shower stall, goosebumps breaking out on her arms and legs. Wrapping up in the towel, she stepped out of the stall.

“Can you get me a towel?” Bethany asked, grinning sheepishly, “I forgot to grab one before getting in.”

Tucking the towel between her breasts, Addison grabbed another one from the linen closet and held it out to the girl. She pulled it away at the last second, laughing. Bethany gave her a dirty look, and Addison held it out, again. Bethany hesitated, then reached for it, only to come up empty handed as Addison did it, again.

“Really?” Bethany said, standing hip shot in the open shower door.

Addison took a second to admire the view, thinking the girl looked incredibly sexy standing there naked and dripping wet. Bethany saw her looking and gave her a playful smile that made heat blossom between Addison’s thighs. She handed Bethany the towel before her body could get her in more trouble.

She watched the girl dry off for a moment, forgetting about her own wet body and the puddle she was making on the floor. The girl was a distraction standing there, rubbing the towel on her lovely body. Shaking her head to break the spell the girl had had her under, she undid the knot and started drying off properly.

There was a knock at the door, and Addison froze as the knob began to turn. Time seemed to slow down, and she had time to glance at Bethany, saw her girlfriend’s eyes widen in shock, then glance back as the door began to swing open. The gap between the door and the jam widened and widened, the steamy air from their shower spilling through into Bethany’s bedroom.

Her mind scrambled for something to do, a place to hide or an excuse for being in here with Bethany, naked save for a towel and still dripping wet from her shower, but she couldn’t come up with anything in the couple of seconds it took for the door to open. She barely had time to wrap her towel around herself before the door finished the arc of its swing.

Bethany’s mother poked her head into the bathroom, said, “Hurry up. You are going to be late.”

“Okay,” Bethany said, her voice a little shaky.

The woman frowned, looking from her daughter to Addison, asked, “Why are you both in the bathroom?”

Addison’s stomach sank, and she was suddenly hot with adrenaline. She couldn’t work up enough saliva to answer. If she looked half as guilty as she felt, then the woman would know they had been up to something.

“I was brushing my teeth,” Bethany said in a rush, her voice quavering. It sounded false Addison’s ears. Must have to her mother’s, too, because the woman gave her a dubious look. Bethany fidgeted, making her look even more suspicious.

“I guess I was taking too long in the shower,” Addison said. She didn’t sound any more convincing than her girlfriend.

The woman frowned, looking from one girl to the other. Addison could tell she wasn’t buying the lie they were selling, and her heart started knocking around her rib cage. She knew they must look guilty as hell. The woman looked at them for so long Addison was ready to confess, to blurt out that they had been fooling around in the shower. She was just a heartbeat away from opening her mouth when the woman finally shrugged and said, “You have ten minutes to be at the bus stop, so hurry up.”

“Okay,” Bethany said, still clutching the towel around her naked body.

Shaking her head, her mother gave them one more look, then backed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.. Addison and Bethany looked at each other, and neither girl felt the need to say how close that had been.

“Shit,” Bethany said, drying off in a hurry.

“She didn’t believe us,” Addison said, toweling off her hair.

“I know,” her girlfriend said, tossing her towel toward the hamper, “but I doubt she knew what we were doing.”

“Still,” Addison said, securing her towel around her body, “my mom is already suspicious. If your mom starts to wonder and they get to talking…”

Bethany looked at her, and Addison could see the same thoughts circling in the girl’s head that were circling in hers. The girl said, “Well, we don’t have time to freak out now. It’ll have to wait until we make it to the bus stop.”

“Right,” Addison said, opening the bathroom door. She hunted around the bedroom area until she found her panties and bra while Bethany went to her closet. The girl quickly scanned her clothes, grabbing a dress and tossing it to Addison. While she slipped into it, Bethany went to her dresser for fresh underwear. She was tying her shoes when Bethany wriggled into some jeans and a long sleeved shirt.

By the time they were both dressed, they had to run to catch the bus. They were just coming up to the stop when the bus pulled up. Getting on, they found a seat toward the back, Addison scooting in so Bethany could have the aisle seat. As the bus began to roll, Addison met Bethany’s eyes. The girl gave her a nervous smile.

“Can we freak out now?” Addison asked.

“She wouldn’t jump to the conclusion that we were… you know, would she?” Bethany asked, her voice low so that only Addison could hear her. Still, she looked around nervously.

“We sounded so suspicious,” Addison said, shaking her head, “she had to know we were doing something we weren’t supposed to be doing.”

“I know,” her girlfriend said.

“It really wouldn’t be much of a leap for her to think we were in the shower together,” Addison said, her stomach sinking as she said the words out loud, “I mean, we were both still dripping wet.”

“That’s not what I wanted to hear,” Bethany said, with a little laugh.

“Sorry,” Addison said, smiling at her.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” Bethany said, crossing her fingers.

“Maybe,” Addison said, doing the same.

Continue to Part Five

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