Sitting at her desk in her office, Kelly Chambers stared at the cell phone on her calendar in front of her and wondered if she shouldn’t have told her friend Becky no. She wasn’t one to turn away a friend in need, but this seemed like a bad idea. Chewing on her lip, Kelly thought about calling Becky back and telling her she couldn’t do it. She might have if Becky hadn’t sounded so frazzled on the phone and had said it was an emergency.
Kelly sat up straighter and thought, I’m making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. It’s just one night. It’ll be fine.
Standing up, Kelly circled her desk. With her hand on the doorknob, she took a deep breath to compose herself before exiting the office. As ready as she was going to get, Kelly opened the door and stepped out into the main area of her dance studio, Chamber’s Dance Academy. She saw Trouble sitting on the bank of bleachers that took up most of one wall.
Her real name was Vicky Winters, not Trouble. She was actually a pretty good kid, so Trouble didn’t really fit her. Vicky was Trouble for Kelly and probably no one else. Which wasn’t to mean she acted out in dance class because nothing could be further from the truth. She was the ideal student, attentive to instruction and eager to learn. Vicky was a passionate dancer and very skilled, graceful.
Vicky was trouble because she looked just like her mother had at twelve. Becky Winters had been her best friend and first love. Becky had never been lovelier than she had been that summer her family had moved away. Kelly didn’t figure it out until she was half way across the country, but she had been in love with the girl. She was left pining for a girl she couldn’t hold anymore. Kelly hadn’t really gotten over Becky, which is why when she took a partner, she sought out a brown haired, brown eyed girl. This would have been fine, but she liked her girlfriends slender, almost boyish in build. Basically, her type was Becky at twelve.
Again, this shouldn’t have been a problem- there were plenty of flat-chested brunettes in the sea- but she had also developed an affinity for middle school aged girls. She never acted on these urges, but when she saw a beautiful eleven-twelve-thirteen-year-old girl, her heart would beat a little faster. If one of those girls happened to look like Becky… Trouble.
Vicky was trouble in spades. There was no doubt Vicky was Becky’s daughter, had the same beautiful eyes and warm smile, same glossy brown hair and the same lithe and lean figure. It was more than just looks, though. Vicky had the same grace and confidence that Kelly had found irresistible in her mother at that age.
Kelly would be lying if she said she didn’t find Vicky attractive. It has been a long time since anyone had gotten in Kelly’s head like the lovely Vicky did when she walked into Chambers Dance Academy two months ago. That first glimpse of the girl had made Kelly’s heart skip a few beats, and that instant attraction has only gotten worse with each dance session.
Just how much worse worried Kelly. While she liked to look at young girls, there was never any real danger of her doing anything. Vicky in her leotard and white tights tempted her more than she liked to admit.
To make matters worse, Kelly thought the girl knew the spell she had Kelly under. In fact, Kelly was almost positive she did. Again, this would have been fine if Vicky reacted like a twelve-year-old girl should have when she realized her pervy dance instructor was interested in her- which was roll her eyes dramatically or tell her mother- but she didn’t. Instead, she started smiling at Kelly and finding reasons to talk to her more.
It was probably just wishful thinking, but Kelly got the feeling Vicky was testing her, feeling her out. Some of the things she said, the way she looked at Kelly seemed… Flirty. Sometimes, Kelly felt like Vicky was trying to gauge her reaction.
Kelly didn’t think she hid her interest very well. Anyone with any kind of experience at reading a person’s body language would see right through her. Her only hope was that Vicky was inexperienced enough to miss the obvious signs Kelly was giving off. Unfortunately, something told her she wasn’t going to get that lucky.
Seeing Kelly coming, Vicky looked up from her phone. The girl favored Kelly with a smile that made her forget to breathe for a few seconds. There was so much potential for trouble in that smile. Kelly almost panicked, ran back to her office to call Becky and tell her she had changed her mind. Instead, she took another deep breath to calm herself before sitting next to the girl on the bleachers.
“Um, your mom called. She won’t be able to pick you up tonight,” Kelly said.
“I know,” Vicky said, holding up her phone, “she just told me. I’m staying with you tonight.”
“Looks like it,” Kelly said, smiling at her.
The corners of Vicky’s mouth turned up even more, and Kelly caught a glint of mischief in the girl’s eyes. Something in that smile made Kelly’s heart knock around her chest like a crazed animal in a cage.
Kelly didn’t like the nervous warble in her voice as she said, “Let’s get out of here, then.”
“Okay,” Vicky said, getting to her feet and picking up her little duffle bag in one lithe motion.
Watching the girl walk toward the exit, mesmerized by the tick of her backside, Kelly swallowed hard and got her feet. Shaking her head, she forced herself to look away. She was going to have her hands full trying to keep her hands off the girl tonight.
Kelly followed Vicky outside, pausing to arm the alarm and lock up the studio behind her. She hadn’t realized how bad her hands were shaking until she fumbled her keys trying to get them in the lock, dropping them. As she bent over to pick them up, she felt eyes on her. Straightening up, she glanced around the parking lot to see who was checking her out. The parking lot was mostly empty, and the only person in sight was Vicky, leaning against the hood of Kelly’s car. When Kelly met her eyes, the girl looked away, guiltily.
Oh God, Kelly thought, saying a little prayer, please let me be imaging things. Don’t let Vicky be interested in me. It’s hard enough to behave without knowing the girl might want the attention
She managed to get the door locked, then pressed the button on her key fob to open her car doors. Vicky was sliding into the passenger seat as Kelly walked to the car. Kelly swore the girl was watching her approach, but the sun made it hard to see through the windshield. Still, she was certain. A little flustered by the girl’s attention, Kelly tried to act nonchalant but failed miserably.
Getting into the car, Kelly avoided meeting Vicky’s eyes. She jammed the key in the ignition, and the car came grumbling to life. The poor thing was on its last leg, should have been put to pasture years ago. If her classes continued to be booked solid, she was going to treat herself to a new car and finally let Charlie rest in peace.
One of her girlfriends had asked why she called her car Charlie and the best she could come up with was it looked like a Charlie.
As she put Charlie in gear, she said, “Alright, Charlie. Take us home.”
“You call your car Charlie?” Vicky asked, amused.
“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.
“You know,” Vicky said, looking around the car, “it kind of fits.”
Surprised, Kelly asked, “Yeah?”
Nodding, Vicky said, “Definitely.”
Huh, Kelly thought, wondering about Vicky’s reaction to the name of her car, does she really think Charlie is a good name for the car?I know Becky would have liked it and Vicky has her mother’s quirky sense of humor. Maybe she really does like it.
“So… Where is Charlie taking us? I mean, where do you live?” Vicky asked.
“Brighton,” Kelly said.
“An apartment? House?” Vicky asked as they turned out of the parking lot.
“House,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl. Vicky’s curiosity was making her nervous. On the surface, her questions seemed innocent enough, but Kelly got the feeling there was more to them. What, she had no idea.
“Mom and I rent an apartment,” Vicky said, sighing, “I miss having a back yard.”
Smiling at the girl, Kelly said, “I have a big back yard. You are welcome to borrow it, although I guess there isn’t much daylight left. Days are getting short, again.”
“I know,” Vicky groaned, shaking her head, “I can’t believe we are already back in school.”
Laughing, Kelly said, “Summer vacation never lasts long enough.”
“Tell me about it,” Vicky agreed.
“How’s the new school treating you? Making friends?” Kelly asked.
“It’s okay. Still getting used to it,” Vicky said, then sighed, “I miss my old school, though.”
“Yeah, moving sucks,” Kelly said. When the girl smiled at her, Kelly realized they were bonding. Considering Kelly’s infatuation with Vicky, she wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. Still, she couldn’t spend the night avoiding talking to the girl. Well, she could, but that would be awkward for both of them.
“The bright side- I’ve made friends with a couple of girls from your class. I’m going to the movies tomorrow with Tessa,” Vicky said.
“Seeing anything good?” Kelly asked, coming to a stop at a red light.
“Suicide Squad.”
“Really? Your mom is letting you see that?” Kelly asked, glancing at the girl.
“It took some convincing,” Vicky admitted.
Laughing, Kelly said, “I bet it did.”
“God, I can’t wait to see it,” Vicky said, excitedly, “Harley Quinn looked so awesome in the previews. I’ve been trying to convince Mom to let me dress up as her for Halloween. Mom is saying no, but I think I can wear her down. Maybe guilt trip her about tonight.”
Kelly glanced at Vicky and forgot to breathe as she imagined the girl in her Harley Quinn costume. She looked away in a hurry, hoped the girl hadn’t seen her reaction. Kelly knew why Becky was saying no to the costume, but she’d love to open the door and see Vicky in fishnets, little booty shorts, and a baby tee standing on her doorstep. The girl would smile and say ‘trick or treat’ and…
Lost in her fantasy, Kelly almost passed her turn. She hit her turn signal, took the turn too fast. Not dangerously so, but noticeable. Vicky was looking at her funny and Kelly avoided meeting her eyes. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought the girl was smiling.
I need to get my head on right. Little fantasies like that can get me in a lot of trouble, especially with the girl staying the night, Kelly thought, trying to calm down.
“Um, I never thanked you for letting me stay. So you know, thanks,” Vicky said.
“You are welcome,” Kelly said, smiling at her. Not for the first time, she thought Becky had made a great kid. Vicky was beautiful, smart and funny, polite and respectful.
Vicky was quiet for a while, lost in thought. Finally, she said, “I wonder what was so important that Mom had to fly out tonight.”
“I don’t know,” Kelly said, laughing as she remembered the frantic phone call from Becky, “she sounded a little stressed out, trying to do a hundred things at once, so I didn’t ask. She didn’t seem upset, though.”
“Yeah, she sounded excited when I talked to her,” Vicky said.
“Maybe this is good news, then,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.
“Maybe,” Vicky agreed, smiling back.
“We’ll see when she gets back in town tomorrow,” Kelly said, braking at a stop sign. Making a right turn, she steered Charlie onto her street. Two houses up, she turned into her driveway.
Looking out the windshield, Vicky was grinning as she said, “You know, I was trying to picture what sort of house you’d have. This is definitely the one.”
“What’s wrong with my house?” Kelly asked.
“Nothing. I love it,” Vicky said, blushing as she added, “I just meant it suits you.”
Kelly thought the house suited her, too. It was a bungalow with a wrap-around porch that had more square footage than the house itself. When the weather was warm, she spent a lot of time on the porch reading or surfing the web. Or sunbathing on the side deck.
Looking to her right, she was curious why Vicky thought this house suited her, asked, “Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know… I can just see you living here. Do you use the porch swing a lot?”
“I do,” Kelly said.
“I would, too,” Vicky said, sighing, “I’m jealous.”
Laughing, Kelly said, “Come on.”
They got out of the car, walking up the path to the front porch. Kelly slipped the key in the front door. Turning, she realized the girl wasn’t behind her, anymore. She laughed when she saw the girl on the swing. Kelly entered the alarm code, then closed the door behind. She sat on the swing next to the girl.
“I want this swing,” Vicky said.
“I thought you lived in an apartment?” Kelly said, amused.
“I could hang it in my bedroom,” Vicky said, gently rocking them.
“Sorry, Kiddo. You can’t have my swing,” Kelly laughed.
“A glass of iced tea, a good book… I would spend the whole evening right here reading,” Vicky said, stroking the bench cushion on the swing.
Substitute a glass of wine for the iced tea, and that sounds perfect, Kelly thought, having done just what the girl described many of times. Many, many times.
“What sort of books do you like?” Kelly asked.
“Suspense, I guess. Like detective novels,” Vicky said, then laughed, “I’ve been reading the number books by Janet Evanovich. Do you know the ones I’m talking about?”
Nodding, Kelly said, “The Stephanie Plum novels.”
“Yes! I love them. I’m reading number seven right now,” Vicky said.
“That’s funny,” Kelly said, shaking her head, “I’m six books ahead of you, but I’m reading the Stephanie Plum books, too.”
“Really?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening.
“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.
“Cool,” Vicky said, then laughed, “it’s kind of funny… You like the same books as me.”
Oh God, Kelly thought, with an inward groan, what if I start liking Vicky because she has great tastes in books and porch swings and not just because she has great legs and a cute backside. Lust is one thing but a genuine connection… She’d be trouble with a capital ‘t’.
Suddenly, sitting on the porch swing next to the girl seemed a little too intimate, too friendly and Kelly got to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she said, “You are welcome to sit awhile, but I’m heading in.”
“I’m coming,” Vicky said, following her, “I want to see the rest of the house.”
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“Um…” Vicky said, looking down at herself, “do you think I could take a shower? My clothes are sticking to me.”
“Yeah,” Kelly said, pointing down the hall, “second door on the left. There are towels in the closet.”
“Thanks,” Vicky said, pushing away from the center island she had been leaning against.
Kelly watched the girl walk down the hallway, her eyes once again drawn to the playful tick of Vicky’s backside. She was such a graceful girl that even when she wasn’t dancing, her movements seemed balletic. It was unstudied, probably unintentional, but hard to look away from. Vicky’s mother had had that same grace and poise, and Kelly had found it irresistible then, too.
Only when the girl turned into the bathroom, could Kelly shake off the spell she had been under. Shaking her head at her weakness for the girl, Kelly took a few deep breaths, thought, Please let me get through the night without doing something stupid.
She headed to her bedroom to change out of her own dance clothes, but didn’t make it. Kelly came to a dead stop when she noticed Vicky hadn’t completely closed the door behind her. The door was a little tricky, didn’t always latch. Rooted in her spot, Kelly watched the girl slip out of her leotard, wriggling it past her hips and letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She couldn’t breathe as Vicky straightened up, wearing nothing but a pair of white tights. The stretchy nylon hose revealed more than it hid, clung to Vicky’s long legs and pert backside like a second skin. She might as well be naked. Kelly swallowed hard as the girl turned slightly and she saw one small, pale breast. Standing there like that, Vicky was so beautiful and tempting that Kelly wanted her so bad. The girl was even more lovely than she had imagined.
Vicky hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the tights, started to shimmy out of them. Kelly forced herself away from the open door. Hot with adrenaline and on legs like rubber bands, Kelly walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned heavily against it. Leaving the open bathroom door and the visage of a nearly naked Vicky behind had drained her, had taken a Herculean feat of will. She fought her own breathing and racing heart, trying to get them under control. She failed miserably.
When she closed her eyes, she could still see the twelve-year-old undressing as clear as if she was still standing right in front of her now. It was an image she doubted she’d ever forget, would haunt her fantasies for a long time. Not that she wanted to forget… Ashamed or not, she had loved the way Vicky had looked standing there in just her white tights. She could no more deny it than the flush of heat spreading between her thighs.
“God, I’m a mess,” she said out loud, rubbing her earlobe absent-mindedly. When she realized she was doing it, she snatched her hand away from her ear. It was a nervous tick of hers and spoke volumes about her state of mind.
Pushing away from the door, she stripped out of her dance clothes. Her sweaty clothes went into the hamper, and she slipped into her silk robe. She pulled the scrunchy from her hair, shaking out the ponytail she wore for dance practice.
She left her room, returning to the kitchen. Vicky must have spotted the open door because it was closed now. This was for the best because the shower stall was glass and even fogged up, would have given Kelly a fantastic view of Vicky’s naked, soapy body. Just thinking about Vicky all naked, wet and slippery didn’t do anything for Kelly’s state of mind.
In the kitchen, she pulled a bottle of Jim Beam from the freezer, poured about four inches in the bottom of a drinking glass. She filled the rest of the glass with some Coke from the fridge. Taking a sip, she made a face. It was a much more stout than the ones she usually made, the ratio of bourbon to soda about two to one.
She took a long pull, the alcohol burning all the way down. She needed it to kick in, needed something to calm her nerves. The last thing she needed was for Vicky to finish her shower and see her still a flustered mess. She finished half the glass in one gulp.
Kelly was putting her empty glass in the sink when Vicky came into the kitchen. Her hair was still damp, and she had a dry towel wrapped around her, a knot between her small breasts. The alcohol had just started to make Kelly feel fuzzy, but seeing Vicky standing there in just a towel sobered Kelly up in a hurry.
“Feel better?” Kelly asked, her voice thick but it had nothing to do with the alcohol.
“Much. Thanks,” Vicky said, leaning against the counter.
“Um… Make yourself comfortable. The TV remote is on the coffee table,” Kelly said, pushing away from the sink, “I’m going to grab a shower, then we’ll figure out what to do for dinner. Are you hungry for anything?”
“Mom and I usually get Chinese after practice,” Vicky said, smiling, “it is becoming a tradition.”
“Chinese it is. I could go for some Pepper Steak, myself,” Kelly said.
“What’s the address here?” Vicky asked, digging her cell phone out of her purse, “I’ll call it in while you are in the shower.”
Kelly rambled off the address, then said, “There is a Golden Dragon Restaurant menu on the fridge. Should have their phone number.”
Grinning, Vicky said, “Don’t need it. I’ve got it memorized.”
“Really?” Kelly asked, laughing.
“Like I said, a tradition,” Vicky said, smiling, “we always order the same thing- a number six with an extra egg roll, a number eight and a number seventeen.”
“Well order whatever you want and get me a number twelve. Oh, and a small number thirty,” Kelly said.
“What’s a number thirty?” Vicky asked, dialing.
“Pork fried rice,” Kelly said.
“Oh. I’ll make it a large if you don’t mind sharing,” Vicky said, putting the phone to her ear.
“I don’t know… I’m pretty serious about my fried rice,” Kelly teased.
Rolling her eyes and laughing, Vicky said, “Go shower.”
Kelly left the girl to place their order, heading down the hallway for a much-needed shower. She made sure the door latched, even though she doubted the Vicky had in interest in sneaking a peek at a naked thirty-two-year-old woman.
She started the water going in the stall, then untied her robe and slipped out of it. Naked, she turned to the mirror hung on the back of the door. She didn’t dance professionally anymore, but she was still in amazing shape. Long in the leg and narrow in the waist, with just enough breast to muster some cleavage in a low-cut dress, she still had her dancer’s build. Smiling, she thought she would have no problem turning a few heads.
The hot water felt amazing, and she stood under it a while before reaching for her body wash. She breathed in the scent of jasmine as she poured a puddle of soap in her upturned palm. She always loved the smell of jasmine, and the shower was redolent with its scent as she began to soap up.
As she washed between her thighs, she felt she was getting a little scratchy down there. It had been a couple of days, and she needed to shave, again. Glancing at her razor and shave gel, she thought it could wait until tomorrow. With Vicky here, she wouldn’t wouldn’t need a smooth pussy tonight.
She has been shaving down there for as long as she has had a need to. She had caught some flack from the girls in her middle school and high school gym classes, but she didn’t let their teasing change her mind. She just liked the way she looked clean shaven, loved how soft and smooth she felt down there after a shave. She has been doing it since she was twelve-ish.
Kelly realized she was still looking at her razor. Shrugging, she picked it up, thought, Tonight or tomorrow, makes no difference.
She didn’t want to admit why she decided to reach for the razor. She knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would give her secret growing desire a name. It already had a name but as long as she didn’t say it out loud…
Shaking her head, she pushed those dangerous thoughts aside, focused on shaving. She has been doing it for so long that she made short work of it. Rinsing the soap away, she looked at her cute, smooth pussy, ran her fingers over her soft labia. She shivered.
Kelly finished her shower, dried off, then slipped back into her robe. She went to her room, slipped into some pajama bottoms and a tank top. Dressed, she went in search of Vicky. She found the girl in the living room, watching TV.
Sitting beside her on the couch, Kelly asked, “Anything good on?”
“Not really,” Vicky said, offering Kelly the remote. She went back to flipping channels when Kelly waved her off. Finally, she gave up and turned off the TV. Looking at herself, Vicky asked, “Do you have something I could wear?”
“I think we could find something,” Kelly said, getting up, “Come on.”
The girl followed Kelly down the hall to her bedroom. Kelly left Vicky to look around while she went to her closet and started poking through her clothes for something the girl could wear.
“I love your bedroom,” Vicky said.
Pausing in her riffling to smile at the girl, she said, “Thanks.”
“It’s very you,” Vicky said, walking around.
Curious what the girl meant, Kelly asked, “How so?”
“It’s beautiful,” Vicky said, looking at Kelly over her shoulder, “Stylish but not pretentious… Like you.”
Kelly gaped wide-eyed at Vicky, caught completely off guard by the comment. Did Vicky really think she was beautiful? She had to remind herself that even if Vicky thought she was beautiful, it didn’t mean the girl was attracted to her. Women- and girls, too- were just more open in their opinions of their fellow women.
And even if she was attracted to me, it doesn’t mean anything would ever be done about it. Even if Vicky wanted to, that was one road I’m not going down.
The fact that she even needed to tell herself that made her wonder how true the statement really was. Would she really say no if the option of sleeping with a willing and interested Vicky was on the table? Not that she thought Vicky was interested in sleeping with her. But, if she were…
“Um, thanks,” Kelly said, turning away from the girl before she could see how flustered the comment had made her. Her hands were shaking some as she went back to finding something for Vicky to wear. She took a bunch of deep breaths, trying to get herself under control, again.
She found a summer dress she had bought at the beginning of the season. The tag had said it was her size and she hadn’t tried it on, only to find out it was a little small for her when she got home. It was cute, so she had kept it, thinking maybe she could squeeze into it. Pulling it out of the closet, she thought it might be a little big on Vicky but not so much she couldn’t wear it.
“Here,” Kelly said, turning back to the girl, “try this on. Might be a little big, but I think it’ll be okay for tonight.”
Vicky took the dress, holding it to look at it. She smiled at Kelly, said, “It’s cute.”
“I said the same thing when I bought it,” Kelly said, laughing, “but it is too small for me. A bit snug.”
“It’s too bad you can’t wear it,” Vicky said, her smile turning up a bit more, “you would have looked amazing in it.”
Kelly inhaled sharply, caught off guard, again, by the girl’s comment. There was something in Vicky’s eyes that said that it was more than a simple compliment. The way Vicky had said it had sounded… Flirty. Kelly didn’t think she was imagining things.
“Then again,” Vicky said, her smile becoming playful, “you’d look good in just about anything. Even pajama bottoms.”
That smile made Kelly forget to breathe for a few seconds, and her heart was off to the races in her breast. She has had some women smile at her like that when they wanted to go home with her, but never a twelve-year-old girl.
Well, one girl did- Vicky’s mother, Kelly thought, which didn’t help her reaction any. She and Becky had had a very intimate, very carnal relationship by the time the girl had moved away.
“Vicky, I…” Kelly said, then ran out of words. She really didn’t know what to say. Her face was hot, and she wondered if Vicky could see her blushing.
The girl met and held Kelly’s eyes, and Kelly thought she was looking for something, maybe gauging Kelly’s reaction to her comment. Kelly hoped the girl couldn’t read her thoughts because they were going places they really shouldn’t go.
Vicky tucked her hair behind her ear almost shyly, her eyes never wavering from Kelly’s as she asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“I, well…” Kelly stammered, the question short-circuiting her brain.
“I catch you looking at me sometimes,” Vicky said, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice, “when you don’t think I’ll notice.”
Kelly couldn’t work up enough saliva to even try to deny what the girl was saying was true. Besides, how could she deny it? It was the truth. She had been looking at the girl. She wasn’t all that surprised Vicky had noticed; she hadn’t been very subtle about it. Unable to resist, the girl had drawn her eye like a moth to a flame.
“Then earlier,” Vicky said, her voice taking on a nervous warble, “I saw you in the mirror, watching me undress.”
With a sinking feeling in her gut, Kelly realized she had been found out. Vicky knew Kelly had an inappropriate interest in her. Judging by the way this conversation was going, Vicky was at least a little interested in Kelly, too. That scared the hell out of Kelly because she was already on shaky ground when it came to the girl. If Vicky kept looking at her like that… She didn’t know if she had the self-control to resist her.
“I was disappointed when you walked away,” Vicky said, self-consciously, “I thought because of all the times I caught you looking that you might like me… Like that. You walked away before I finished undressing, so I… I don’t know. If you had stayed, I would have known for sure, but I don’t.”
Kelly thought she should say something, but she had no idea what that should be. She wanted to reassure the girl that she was beautiful, but she didn’t think that was a good idea. Kelly figured the best thing she could do was quash the girl’s burgeoning feelings for Kelly, to tell the girl she was mistaken about Kelly’s interest in her. A whopper of a lie that would keep this situation from spiraling further out of control. Kelly didn’t have the heart to do it, though. Vicky looked so vulnerable standing there in just a towel. She couldn’t couldn’t do it. More than that, it had shown a lot of guts, confronting Kelly like this. Kelly didn’t think she could have done it when she was Vicky’s age, didn’t think she could have been this bold.
“So,” Vicky said, drawing Kelly’s attention back from her thoughts, “I thought…”
Kelly watched the girl struggle to find the words to express what she wanted to say. She opened her mouth a couple of times, only to close it without uttering a word. Finally, she just took a deep breath and released the knot between her breasts. Gasping, Kelly watched the towel falling, falling in slow-mo to the floor. Naked, the girl turned those big brown eyes on her and Kelly couldn’t breathe. Vicky just stood there for Kelly to look at, her spine straight and her hip cocked confidently. Kelly thought the girl wasn’t as confident as she let on, sensed a vulnerability and a shyness just behind the sassiness.
Unable to take her eyes off the girl, Kelly drank her in like a woman dying of thirst would a tall glass of iced tea. Vicky was truly stunning, her lovely young body making Kelly ache to touch her, to be with her.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Vicky asked.
Kelly didn’t even try to lie, the evidence of her attraction to Vicky surely plain on her face and in her eyes. The girl had to know, anyway, so she said in a shaky voice, “You are beautiful. So beautiful, but I need you to put this on now.”
Playfully, Vicky looked at the dress Kelly was offering, said, “Why?”
“You know why,” Kelly said, meaning it. She knew just how shaky the ground Kelly was on really was.
“What if I don’t? What happens then?” Vicky asked, moving closer. She stopped within arm’s reach of Kelly, making no move to reach for the dress. She just smiled at Kelly.
Kelly met the girl’s eyes, saw a spark of desire in them that stole her breath away, made her knees a little weak. She moved away from Vicky on wobbly legs, tearing her eyes away from the girl. She took a deep breath, said, “I don’t think we should find out.”
The doorbell rang, and Kelly nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked guiltily in the direction of the front door. For a paranoid moment, she thought it was the police to take her away. Even when it dawned on her that it was probably the Chinese food she couldn’t completely shake the feeling.
Kelly handed the dress to Vicky as she hurried to get the door, called over her shoulder, “Please put this on.”
As she collected their dinner from the delivery guy and paid for their order, her paranoia didn’t completely abate. She thought he knew, somehow. Knew there was a naked twelve-year-old girl in her bedroom. When she showed him out and closed the door behind him, she put her head against the cool wood and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.
She heard Vicky come into the kitchen and turned to see the girl leaning against the center island. Kelly sighed with relief when she saw Vicky in the summer dress. She couldn’t relax completely, though. She still wasn’t out of the woods. Looking at Vicky, she knew she would have to deal with what had happened in the bedroom and her own feelings and desires.
Hopefully, it’ll be easier without Vicky’s lovely body on display, Kelly thought, walking over the island.
“This smells delicious,” Vicky said, smiling at Kelly.
“I’ll get us some plates,” Kelly said, walking to the cabinets, “why don’t you start figuring out what is what?”
“Okay,” Vicky said, pulling white boxes out the bag and opening them.
Kelly got them a couple of plates, then grabbed the two liter of Coke from the fridge. They sat down at the island and began divvying up the food. They both sighed happily as they had their first bite of the unctuous food.
Vicky glanced at the window above the sink and whatever she saw held her attention. Finally, Kelly had to look, craning her neck to see what the girl was looking at. She couldn’t see anything unusual. Meeting Vicky’s eyes, she raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“It’s a full moon out tonight,” Vicky said, sadness creeping into her voice.
“Um, yeah… I think it is,” Kelly said, frowning as she looked at the girl, “Is that significant?”
“It makes me miss my friend, Alexis,” Vicky said, sighing as she poked at her food.
“Why?” Kelly asked, wondering what the connection between the moon and Vicky’s friend could be. Unless the girl was a werewolf, Kelly couldn’t think of one.
Vicky looked at Kelly a long time without saying anything, and Kelly thought the girl was trying to make up her mind whether to tell Kelly or not. Kelly’s heart started beating a little faster, realizing it must be a good story. Finally, Vicky made up her mind, and with a nervous laugh, she said, “You can’t tell Mom.”
“Um, I won’t unless it is something that puts you in danger,” Kelly said, not wanting to make that promise without knowing the secret.
“Danger? No, no danger. Might get me grounded, but there was no real danger,” Vicky said, blushing.
“I promise not to tell, but with an asterisk. You know what I mean?” Kelly said, meeting the girl’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Vicky said, laughing.
“What’s up with the moon and your friend?” Kelly asked, sipping her Coke.
“God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Alexis would kill me if she knew,” Vicky said, her face turning red, “when I stayed at my friend Alexis’s house, we’d sneak out at night and go to this pond behind her house. We’d… We’d dance naked for hours, then go swimming to cool down. The water was usually warmer than the air outside, and we wouldn’t want to get out.”
Kelly’s heart was thumping in her chest because she thought she knew where this story was going. Her food largely forgotten, she leaned forward with new interest as Vicky continued her story.
“I guess we were ten… Yeah, ten, the first time we kissed. One led to a lot. We spent the night just kissing and touching, giggling the whole time. It was thrilling and naughty, fun even if we didn’t know what we were doing. The sun was coming up by the time we slipped back into the house.
Like mother, like daughter, Kelly thought, amused by how closely Vicky’s and Alexis’s sapphic beginning mirrored her own and Becky’s. The stories weren’t exactly the same, but enough alike to be surprising.
“She was so beautiful, twirling in the moonlight,” Vicky said, tears glistening in her eyes, “like an angel or a butterfly.”
“You were more than just friends?” Kelly asked.
Laughing self-consciously, Vicky said, “I don’t know what we were. I just know I liked… being with her. Regardless of what we were doing.”
Kelly smiled warmly at her, said, “I think that qualifies as more than friends.”
Shrugging, Vicky said, “She lives like fifteen hours away, now.”
“That’s rough, Kiddo,” Kelly said, remembering how it had felt when Becky had moved away, “I actually know just how you feel. It sucks.”
“Pretty much,” Vicky said, sighing. Suddenly, she sat up straighter, visibly making an effort to shake off the funk she was slipping into. She gave Kelly a sheepish smile, said, “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize,” Kelly said, giving the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze.
“I’ll just have to find a dance partner here,” Vicky said, taking a bite of her food.
Snorting in surprise, Kelly laughed, “Are you looking for a new partner?”
“I’ve been…Testing the waters, I guess, with the girls in dance class and at school. You know, see if anyone might be interested without drawing attention to myself,” Vicky said.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Kelly said, amused. She was very familiar with the game; it was one she had played all through middle school and high school. The leading questions, carefully crafted to draw out a response without giving away too much of her own secret; the guessing and second-guessing about the signals she was getting; and the anxiety about getting it wrong.
Vicky smiled at her, said, “I thought you might.”
“Any takers?” Kelly asked, forking some pepper steak into her mouth.
“Not so far,” Vicky said, meeting Kelly’s eyes, “the only one who seems interested… is you.”
Kelly took longer to chew her food than was really necessary. She needed the time to think about how to respond. She thought about denying it, but Vicky had already seen through that lie, knew Kelly was attracted to her. Swallowing, she said, “I find it hard to believe a girl as pretty as you can’t find someone other than your creepy dance instructor.”
Laughing, Vicky said, “Alexis and me… It was a happy accident. Do you know what I mean?”
Again, Kelly thought she knew exactly what the girl was talking about. Had any one thing gone differently that day in Becky’s bedroom, she and Vicky’s mother wouldn’t have kissed for the first time. There were a lot of dominoes that had to fall just right for their lips to meet and their friendship to veer in a completely different direction.
Favoring Kelly with a playful smile, Vicky said, “Besides, I could do a lot worse than my creepy dance instructor.”
Kelly laughed, said, “Thanks. I think.”
“How about you?” Vicky asked.
“How about me what?” Kelly asked.
“Any current dance partners?” Vicky asked, with a little mischief and a whole lot of curiosity in her eyes.
“Um, no… No ‘dance partner’,” Kelly said, wondering if she should have lied about having a girlfriend. Belatedly, she realized it would have been an easy way out of this whole situation.
“I find it hard to believe a pretty dance instructor like you doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Vicky said, grinning as she turned Kelly’s words back on her.
Thinking about the dry spell she has been having lately, Kelly said, sourly, “I guess my charm only works on hard up twelve-year-old’s.”
That made Vicky laugh, and she said, “Lucky me.”
“Well, don’t get too excited,” Kelly said, pointing her egg roll at the girl, “I’m not dancing naked with you.”
“Why not?” Vicky asked, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile that made Kelly’s heart skip a couple of beats.
“Well, for one,” Kelly said, pointing over her shoulder, “my next door neighbor is a bit of perv. He’s always watching me through his blinds, any time I’m out back.”
“That only makes it that much more fun,” Vicky said, excitement creeping into her voice, “The chance of getting caught…Alexis and I would leave our clothes in her room, sneak out completely naked. We’d be giggling and shaking by the time we made it to the pond. Without our clothes, we were so busted if anyone saw us.”
Kelly blinked in surprise at the girl and Vicky blushed. Laughing, Kelly said, “Wow.”
Vicky looked away, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” Kelly said, drawing the girl’s attention, “it was just a bit of shock hearing a twelve-year-old girl say something like that. I know what you mean, though. A little danger can be fun. Exciting.”
“Yeah,” Vicky said, then leaned closer, “Want to dance with me?”
“That might be a little too much danger,” Kelly said, her heart racing.
“I’m going to do it,” Vicky said, meeting and holding Kelly’s eyes, “don’t make me dance alone.”
Kelly couldn’t breathe, stunned by the look in Vicky’s eyes, the raw desire in them.
“I- I don’t think we should,” Kelly said, a little concerned how weak her protest sounded to her own ears.
“Don’t make me dance alone,” Vicky repeated, an excited grin breaking out on her face. She giggled as she sprang off the bar stool, running for the back door. She pulled the dress up and off as she ran. It fell to the ground behind her as she twisted the knob and opened the door. She was out the door before Kelly had time to react.
Kelly raced to the door, almost slipping and falling on the discarded dress. She somehow managed to stay on her feet, but just barely. From the open door, she could see a very naked Vicky clear as day.
“Vicky,” Kelly hissed in her best ‘mom’ voice, “get in here.”
“Come out instead,” Vicky said, twirling around and around, “the air feels amazing!”
“Seriously, come back inside,” Kelly said, her eyes cutting to her neighbor’s house. His lights were out, and Kelly prayed he wasn’t home.
“I’ll come in if you dance with me,” Vicky said, holding out her hands and gyrating her hips.
The porch light came on automatically when someone passed by the sensor and Vicky had triggered it when she ran out of the house. The whole backyard was bathed in pale yellow light. Vicky might as well be dancing under a spotlight. Kelly got on her tippy toes and unscrewed the bulb, cursing at how hot it already was. She managed to turn the bulb enough to break the connection.
When the backyard fell dark, Kelly saw just how bright the moon and stars were tonight. She could still make out Vicky dancing and, as her eyes adjusted to the sudden gloom, she could see her lovely body as it twisted and flexed, spun and leaped. Kelly was transfixed by the sight.
“Come inside, and I’ll dance with you,” Kelly said, blinking when she realized she meant it.
“Would you really dance with me? Vicky asked.
“Yes,” Kelly said, her heart knocking around her rib cage, “I want to dance with you.”
“Then come here,” Vicky said, holding out her hand to Kelly.
Kelly looked at the hand, then laughed and shook her head. The girl wasn’t going to give in, wouldn’t come inside until Kelly danced with her. The girl was so beautiful standing there in the moonlight, pale and ethereal as a ghost. Feeling the last of her resistance fading, Kelly started down the steps to go to her, but Vicky shook her head.
“No clothes,” Vicky said.
Kelly hesitated only a second, then found herself stripping out of her tank top and pajama bottoms. Naked, she shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool air finding her bare skin. It was an excited shiver, a naughty thrill that worked up her spine and she wanted to giggle like a school girl. Like Vicky had as she ran out of the house naked and into the night.
As an adult, she was a whole lot more self-conscious of her body. Society had made being naked taboo, something a woman her age wasn’t supposed to do. This whole situation seemed crazy to her, had her jittery with excitement. Still, as she stepped off the back porch and onto the grass, she had an arm across her breasts and walked with her knees together. It was an impractical way to move, used only by those who were naked and embarrassed. It really didn’t do any good- definitely wasn’t hiding anything- but she couldn’t stop doing it.
“God, this is such a bad idea,” Kelly said, under her breath. The lights were still out next door, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t home. He could be watching them right now, and she would never know. She shivered, again.
When Kelly made it to where Vicky stood, the girl moved the arm across Kelly’s breasts. Kelly could feel the girl’s eyes on her, her gaze hot on Kelly’s naked body. There was plenty of light for Vicky to be able to see Kelly. Kelly’s breath caught in her throat as Vicky’s eyes roamed over her, drank her in. She waited breathlessly for Vicky to say something.
Vicky didn’t say anything, just moved against Kelly, wrapping her arms around Kelly. Gasping, Kelly felt the twelve-year-old’s naked body mold against her own. Vicky turned her head up, smiling at Kelly. Giving in, Kelly hugged the girl back.
“I’m glad you didn’t make me dance alone,” Vicky said.
With a nervous laugh, Kelly said, “I’m glad I’m here, too.”
Vicky met and held Kelly’s eyes, asked, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Kelly said, honestly. She knew she shouldn’t be here, or even want to be here, but she couldn’t deny that she liked how Vicky felt in her arms. More than that, she was done denying her desire for the girl. The fact that Vicky was interested, too, only made it easier for her to let go of her reservations about being here. Wherever Vicky wanted this night to go, Kelly was going along for the ride.
“Good,” Vicky said, getting up on her tippy toes to give Kelly a kiss.
It was just the briefest of kisses, just a brush of Vicky’s lips against her own, but it left Kelly trembling for more.
“Dance with me,” Vicky said, excitedly as she pulled back from Kelly. Taking Kelly’s hand, she repeated, “Dance with me.”
“Dance how?” Kelly asked, looking at the girl for direction.
“I don’t know,” Vicky said, laughing, “just dance!”
Kelly watched as Vicky began to dance, to sway to some inner music only she could hear. She couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, mesmerized by the gyrations of her hips. Vicky moved with a natural grace, a fluidity that Kelly had found fascinating the first time she saw the girl dance, and she found it just as fascinating now.
She was a little jealous of Vicky’s dancing, envious of her freedom. Vicky just danced- free of inhibitions, free of social expectations, free of concerns and self-conscience. She was just a young girl enjoying the night air on her bare skin.
Why can’t I dance like that, Kelly wondered, then it dawned on her. The only one stopping her was… her. Her inhibitions and social hangups were hers to set aside so she could dance just for the sake of dancing. Not for a paycheck or to fulfill an obligation, just because the night was still pleasantly warm and the moon was so brilliant in the sky above. It was something she hadn’t done since she was about Vicky’s age. With a nervous laugh, Kelly began to move her hips. As she found her inner song, she let go of her cares and danced like she was twelve-years-old, again.
She felt as light as a feather, as free as she could remember being in a very long time.
Kelly’s inner song must be the same as Vicky’s because their moves began to sync up inadvertently. It was serendipity, purely by accident but, to anyone watching, their movements must look choreographed. The synchronicity with which they moved usually required hours of practice, but it came naturally to them.
Minutes or hours, Kelly didn’t know how long they danced under the stars. Lost in the moment, time didn’t matter. Only when head lights swung into her next door neighbor’s driveway, did Kelly snap out of the revelry she had been in.
“Shit,” Kelly said, snatching up Vicky’s hand. The fact that she was very naked in her backyard with an equally naked twelve-year-old girl came back to her with the sound of her perverted neighbor getting out of his car, and she got her feet moving. Laughing, she said, “Run!”
They were both laughing as they darted for the house. They burst inside, closing the door behind them. Looking at each other, they started laughing harder, Kelly holding her side.
“Too close,” she said, smiling at the girl.
“Worth it, though,” Vicky said, returning the smile.
“Definitely worth it,” Kelly agreed, shaking her head, “I haven’t done anything like that in a long time.”
“Well,” Vicky said, moving into Kelly’s arms, “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I loved it,” Kelly said, putting her arms around the girl’s neck. It was the truth. Dancing with Vicky under the stars was something she’d never forget. Not that she wanted to. It was a memory she hoped to hold onto for a very long time.
Kelly loved the feel of Vicky’s slight body pressed against her own, and she thought about the brief kiss they had shared on the back lawn. It had left her wanting more and, now with the girl in her arms, again, Kelly thought about Vicky’s story and what had happened after dancing. She didn’t have a pool but…
Her heart started beating faster in her breast and Kelly was trembling with need and fear. Mostly need. It had been a long minute since she had been with anyone and her desire for Vicky has been building up unchecked for months now.
If she kisses me now, Kelly thought, swallowing hard, I’ll come completely undone.
The thought barely had time to take root in her mind when Vicky turned her face up, smiling this little smile at Kelly. She couldn’t breathe because it was a smile for the bedroom, out of place on a girl Vicky’s age but undeniable. On her tippy toes, Vicky leaned into Kelly, stopped with her lips only inches from Kelly’s.
She wants me to be the one, Kelly thought, looking into the girl’s beautiful brown eyes, she wants me to kiss her, wants me to be the instigator.
Did she dare? At this point, would it even matter who kissed whom? The line had probably been crossed a long time ago. Still, she wished Vicky had just kissed her, had pushed her over the edge into the forbidden, the taboo. Now, she had to make the decision whether or not to take the plunge on her own.
Still looking into Vicky’s eyes, she didn’t agonize over the decision too long and probably not nearly long enough. Kelly pressed her lips to Vicky’s before she had time to think better of it. When she opened her mouth a little, Vicky’s tongue touched hers, caressed it, drew her into a deeper kiss than she was ready for. Only twelve, yet Vicky kissed better than some of the more experienced women Kelly had been with.
Vicky broke the kiss, her eyes flashing at Kelly. Smiling, she said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d kiss me.”
“Me, either,” Kelly said, laughing.
“I’m glad you did,” Vicky said, kissing her, again. Like before, the kiss got away from them, the passion building between them bubbling up in a hurry. When they finally came up for air, Vicky smiled at Kelly, took her hand, and said, “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Kelly asked, even though the look in Vicky’s eyes was answer enough.
“Your bedroom,” Vicky said, heading that way like she expected Kelly to follow her without argument. The girl wasn’t wrong.
As she followed Vicky down the hallway, Kelly wondered if this was how Alice had felt tumbling down the rabbit hole. It wasn’t Wonderland she was walking toward, but it might prove even more wondrous. No Red Queen or playing card army, no Mad Hatter or White Rabbit, but a beautiful twelve-year-old girl who wanted to have sex with her.
Vicky went to Kelly’s bed, stretching out on her back. At the foot of the bed, Kelly paused to admire the girl lying there. Vicky looked so soft and inviting, tantalizing. Crawling onto the bed, Kelly smiled down at the girl from her hands and knees. Vicky looked up at her, favoring her with that same sexy little smile that had stolen her breath away in the kitchen.
Searching the girl’s face for any sign of doubt about what they were about to do, Kelly asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure,” Vicky said, reaching up and touching Kelly’s cheek lovingly.
“If you change your mind, tell me, and I’ll stop,” Kelly said.
“You won’t need to,” Vicky said, propping up on her elbows to kiss Kelly.
Losing the last of her self-control, Kelly kissed her back. Kelly’s hand fell on Vicky’s knee, sliding up her taut thigh and onto her stomach. Vicky was so warm and soft, her skin as smooth as silk under Kelly’s fingertips. She felt even better than she had looked from the foot of the bed. Kelly’s hands wanted to know more of the girl, and Kelly let them explore Vicky’s young body. Vicky sighed into Kelly’s kiss, beginning to respond to Kelly’s touch.
When Vicky broke the kiss and went to her back, Kelly kissed the graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. Vicky squirmed, her breathing getting a little funny as Kelly pressed her lips to the pale slope of one small breast. The girl moaned softly as Kelly teased its stiffening nipple with her tongue, her lips. The moan became a groan as the nipple began to ache sweetly. Vicky’s back arched, pressing her breast against Kelly’s mouth eagerly. Smiling, Kelly moved to her other breast, didn’t let up until she thought Vicky was ready for more.
Kelly moved lower, kissing Vicky in the hollow of her rib cage, then followed the faint muscle line down her taut stomach. She could feel Vicky’s excitement building the lower she went, and she wondered if Vicky knew what was about to happen to her. She knew the girl had some experience in such things, just not what Vicky and Alexis had figure out. Rolling her eyes up at the girl, Kelly kissed the hollow of Vicky’s hip, and the girl giggled and bit her lower lip. Kelly thought the girl was holding her breath, her eyes shining with anticipation. Kelly’s heart started beating faster as she decided the girl definitely knew what was coming.
With her hands on the insides of Vicky’s thighs, she urged the girl’s legs wide open. Kelly’s eyes went to Vicky’s girlhood, and she thought it was the cutest pussy she had ever seen. With the faintest fuzz coming in, it looked like a pale peach, as forbidden of a fruit as any in the Garden of Eden.
Like the biblical duo, Kelly gave into temptation, tasted what was forbidden. This peach wasn’t sweet but salty with sweat from their frolicking under the light of the full moon. Still, Kelly had never tasted such tantalizing flavor on her tongue, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
Vicky moaned thickly, and Kelly rolled her eyes up. She smiled at the slack-jawed-eyes-rolled-back look of pure enjoyment on the girl’s face. Vicky’s fingers dug into the sheets as her body began to move with a mind of its own. As her hips began to undulate against Kelly’s mouth, her moans became little wordless cries of excitement.
Kelly listened to the noises Vicky was making and it didn’t take long to figure out what the girl liked and what drove her young lover wild. She had Vicky writhing in ecstasy, her cries filling the air above them. With the flick of her greedy tongue, Kelly teased Vicky’s tender bud, pushed her ever closer to orgasmic bliss.
“Don’t stop!” Vicky said, urgency creeping into her voice, “I’m going to come!”
Kelly had already known, had seen the tightening in the girl’s stomach and thighs, had heard it in her voice. She fought to keep her mouth to Vicky’s thrashing body, to finish her off. With one more cry, Vicky’s body arched off the bed. In an instant of intense pleasure, all the tension fled Vicky’s body and she collapsed back to the bed a panting, trembling puddle of singing nerve endings.
With her fingertips, Kelly gently massaged the soft labia of Vicky’s girlhood, keeping the lovely sensations flowing through her young body. Listening to the girl’s soft sighs, Kelly frowned, something the girl had said bothering her. She wondered where the girl had heard the word ‘come’. Kelly couldn’t remember knowing that word when she was Vicky’s age. She had been much older when she learned it, she thought. She hadn’t known a word to describe that explosion of pleasure the first time it happened to her, didn’t even know the clinical name for it until she had health class in eighth grade.
She was about to ask Vicky about it when the girl’s eyes opened, and she gave Kelly sated, slightly dazed smile. Vicky stretched like a cat in a sunny spot and Kelly half expected her to start purring. Kelly smiled at her and crawled up the girl’s supine body to receive a very appreciative kiss.
“God, you are so good at that,” Vicky said, when their lips finally parted.
“Kissing?” Kelly teased.
Smiling, Vicky said, “That too. You are better than Alexis was.”
Kelly gave her a quick kiss, said, “I have almost two decades on her, so give Alexis some slack.”
“Two decades?” Vicky parroted, her eyes wide.
Laughing, Kelly said, “I was younger than you my first time. That was… twenty or so years ago.”
“Wow, you are old,” Vicky said, laughing.
“Hey,” Kelly said, with fake indignation.
“You are still hot though,” Vicky said, smiling up at Kelly. Looking into the girl’s eyes, Kelly saw Vicky meant it.
“If you can say it without the ‘still’ part, I might forgive you,” Kelly said, playfully. She realized she was flirting with a twelve-year-old. Worse, she really wanted Vicky to flirt back.
Vicky sat up and gave her a toe-curling kiss, smiled at her and said, “You are beautiful and incredibly sexy. I’ve thought so since my first class.”
“Really?” Kelly said, surprised.
Blushing, Vicky said, “Yeah. You were wearing these little yoga shorts and… Well, you have great legs. Oh, and a nice ass.”
“Huh,” Kelly said, taking that in. She had been right- Vicky had been testing her, maybe even flirting a bit. It hadn’t been her imagination or just wishful thinking.
Kelly took a deep breath, said, “In the spirit of sharing, I should admit I’ve found you irresistible since first seeing you. Still, find you irresistible.
Vicky sprung into Kelly’s arms, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s neck and kissed her heatedly. In her exuberance, she toppled them over. Kelly ended up on her back, the girl atop her. Laughing, Kelly hugged the girl to her, kissing her back.
Pulling back, Vicky gave Kelly a sexy little smile, said, “I think you are irresistible, too.”
Hearing those words pleased Kelly more than she liked to admit and she kissed the girl deeply. It pleased her, even more, when Vicky kissed her back as eagerly. Kelly didn’t know what this was, this thing she and Vicky had, but she thought it could be… something. The idea was scary and amazing, completely wrong but felt so right.
She was pulled away from her thoughts when she felt Vicky’s hand slide up her flank to cup one of her breasts. Not ready for it, Kelly had to break the kiss to look at the hand on her chest, then met the girl’s eyes. Vicky gave her a little shoulder shrug, then pushed to her hands and knees. Her lips found Kelly’s nipple and a startled moan escaped Kelly. Amused, Vicky met Kelly’s eyes as she ran her tongue around Kelly’s areola.
She may be twelve, but she is far from inexperienced, Kelly reminded herself, stroking the girl’s hair as she continued to tease her straining nipple.
Her heart started beating faster as Vicky moved lower, her lips leaving Kelly’s skin tingling as she left a trail of kisses on her stomach. Kelly propped up on her elbows, watching Vicky work her way lower. Vicky glanced up at her as she pushed Kelly’s legs up and back, settling between them. Kelly swallowed hard, her heart now racing. The first caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud drew a nervous laugh from Kelly.
So this is happening, Kelly thought, moaning. Vicky was going down on her and, as another moan slipped past her parted lips, Kelly was pleasantly surprised that the girl had a very able tongue. As her body began to move against the girl’s mouth, Kelly thought, she has done this before, probably more than once, considering how she has my toes curling.
“God, that feels so good,” Kelly said, her voice thick with excitement. She saw the corners of the girl’s mouth turn up. That smile got to Kelly almost as much as the lovely things Vicky was doing with her tongue.
Vicky eased her fingers into Kelly’s ready pussy, catching Kelly off guard. There was no hesitation on Vicky’s part, and her fingers found that magic spot deep inside that drove Kelly’s body wild. It wasn’t by accident; the girl knew what she was doing, had done this to another girl. Or perhaps, another woman?
She definitely didn’t balk at the idea of sleeping with me, Kelly managed to think through the haze of pleasure in her brain.
Kelly knew about her friend Alexis, but were there other notches in Vicky’s belt? Kelly could see an older girl- a high school girl, maybe- or even an older woman teaching an eager Vicky the ways to please a woman. She had learned it somewhere, that was sure. The only other option was that Alexis and Vicky had progressed further in the sapphic arts than Kelly and Becky had by this age. Kelly had been a junior in high school before she had put her fingers in another girl or had a girl put her fingers in her.
Her curiosity was piqued, but the lovely pressure on her G-spot and the hot caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud was making it hard to think straight, let alone articulate a question. Maybe she’d ask later, but right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and bask in the waves of pleasure breaking on her like the tide on the shore.
With the excitement of the night weighing on her and the secret desire for the girl building and building this last couple of months, Kelly was too wound up for this to last long. The fact that Vicky was quite skilled only hastened her orgasm. Feeling its first stirrings, Kelly’s eyes sprang open, and she realized that Vicky was going to make her come. All those little daydreams and fantasies she had been ashamed of were coming true.
Kelly met Vicky’s eyes, and Kelly saw the girl knew what was happening to her. The faint smile on her lips told Kelly that Vicky was aware of the tension building in Kelly’s abdomen and thighs. That carnal knowledge in her eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Kelly cried out as she climaxed hard. The explosion of pleasure deep inside shook her to pieces and left her a trembling, gasping mess of happy nerve endings.
“Jesus,” Kelly laughed, trying to catch her breath. She felt as light as a bit of dandelion fluff on a summer breeze, and her toes still hadn’t uncurled.
Grinning, Vicky crawled up and gave Kelly a kissed. Kelly kissed her back, her hands on Vicky’s wet cheeks. She pulled the girl down atop her, putting her arms around the girl. They stayed like that a while, just kissing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies.
Eventually, Kelly said, “Why are you so good at that?”
“I was good?” Vicky said, playfully. The look in her eye said she knew she was.
“Love, you were amazing,” Kelly said, stealing a kiss, “which begs the question…”
Vicky gave a little shoulder shrug, said, “Lots of practice. I spent the night with Alexis ALOT.”
Laughing, Kelly said, “Okay. Are there any other girlfriends I should know about.”
“Alexis wasn’t my girlfriend,” Vicky said.
“No?” Kelly asked.
“She was my best friend,” Vicky said.
“The best kind of girlfriend IS your best friend,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.
“Um, Alexis and I talked about it,” Vicky said, laughing self-consciously, “I mean I loved being with her and I love her as a friend. It’s just… We thought it would be weird. You know, holding hands and love letters and that kind of thing.”
“I think if you hadn’t moved, you’d have changed your mind,” Kelly said, thinking about how she had discovered her own feelings for Vicky’s mother too late.
“Maybe,” Vicky said, then blushed, “probably.”
“Where there any other friends like Alexis?” Kelly asked.
“No,” Kelly said, then gave Kelly a curious look, “why?”
“It’s just… The thing you did with your fingers… It’s always just been you and Alexis, right?”
Vicky nodded, said, “Yeah.”
“You and Alexis… You’ve done that before?” Kelly asked, meeting Vicky’s eyes. She saw the truth in them before the girl even nodded. Surprised, she said, “Really? Didn’t it hurt?”
“A little,” Vicky said, a playful smile breaking out on her face, “the first time, anyway. After that… Well, you know how it feels.”
“Wow,” Kelly said.
“Why did you want to know?” Vicky asked.
“I thought… Maybe, someone had shown you how. An older girl- like a high school girl… Or an adult,” Kelly said, and Vicky laughed.
“You are my first,” Vicky said, still laughing, “well, adult, anyway.”
“Are you planning to sleep with more adults?” Kelly asked, jokingly.
Vicky gave her a quick kiss, said, “I’ll wait to see how we turn out.”
Her heart racing, Kelly asked, “We? Do you think there will be a ‘we’?”
Vicky kissed her deeply, then smiled as she said, “I hope so.”
Swallowing hard, Kelly admitted, “I do, too.”
While she had meant what she said, Kelly didn’t see how it could be possible. After all, she was probably going to prison in the near future. She had just had sex with a twelve-year-old girl, and she doubted the judge would grant her leniency because Vicky had all but seduced her.
Snorting in surprise, she realized Vicky had seduced her. Was this the outcome Vicky had hoped for when she disrobed in front of her in this very room? Had Vicky told her about dancing under the stars with Alexis to get her naked in her own backyard? The idea of a twelve-year-old girl trying to get her in the mood made her shake her head in wonder.
“Why are you shaking your head?” Vicky asked, her beautiful eyes searching Kelly’s
“I just realized this was my first time being seduced by a middle schooler,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.
Vicky laughed, said, “Not surprising. You really made me work for it.”
Caught off guard, Kelly burst out laughing, “So, you were trying to seduce me!”
“Maybe,” Vicky said, blushing.
“Huh,” Kelly said, laughing. She gave Vicky a tender kiss, said, “I don’t remember being that bold when I was your age, but I’m glad you were.”
“You think I was bold?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening, “I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”
“Didn’t show. You were confident and beautiful and… damned if you didn’t talk me into dancing naked in my own backyard. I still can’t believe you got me out there. I guess what I’m getting at… Is this where you hoped to end up?”
Almost shyly, Vicky said, “I had my fingers crossed.”
“That’s…” Kelly said, then realized she didn’t have the words. Laughing, she said, “You are something else, Vicky. It’s no wonder I couldn’t resist.”
“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Vicky parroted, her smile playful.
“No,” Kelly said, wrapping the girl up in her arms and rolling them until she was atop the giggling girl. She gave Vicky a quick kiss as she got to her knees. The girl looked up at her, curiosity in her eyes as Kelly straddled one of her hips. Kelly winked at her as she lowered her weight onto the girl, their bodies nesting together. Kelly laughed when the girl’s eyes widened, then Vicky started to smile when she realized what Kelly had in mind.
“Did you and Alexis figure this out?” Kelly asked, leaning in to kiss the girl.
“Sort of,” Vicky said, running her hands over Kelly’s thighs, “we never did it like this, though.”
“There is more than one way to trib,” Kelly said, then smiled and added, “maybe in a minute you can show me what you figured out.”
Laughing, Vicky said, “Okay.”
Kelly rolled her hips back and forth, grinding her body against Vicky’s. Both of them dancers, it shouldn’t surprise Kelly how well she and Vicky moved together, but it did. The first time with a new partner didn’t always go so well. Tribbing was about giving and getting, timing and anticipation between lovers and it took some practice. That wasn’t the case with Vicky. It was a replay of earlier, when they were dancing under the stars. Without explanation, they found an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Smiling, Kelly thought, Maybe we really do dance to the same song in our heads.
Kelly believed there was someone for everyone out there, a yin for every yang. The more time she spent with Vicky, she found herself wondering if she hadn’t found her yin. The girl was rapidly becoming the best candidate to date.
She pushed that thought out of her head because it was way too early to be thinking things like that. She’s only known the girl a couple of months and tonight was the first time anything remotely intimate has happened between them. While tonight was extraordinary and Kelly couldn’t deny a connection to the girl, it was just silly to be thinking like this already.
Silly, right, Kelly thought, but she really didn’t think it was silly. In fact, just thinking about Vicky being ‘the one’ made her heart get all stupid in her breast.
Leaving the future for tomorrow, Kelly decided to enjoy right now. She’d spend tonight with Vicky like she’d never get another chance.
Kelly ran her hands up Vicky’s stomach, cupping her small breasts. She kneading them until Vicky’s back arched off the bed and she groaned thickly. Kelly’s hips never stopped moving, rocking back and forth against Vicky as her hands roamed freely over the girl. Vicky was soft and smooth, yet firm in all the right places. Try as they might, her hands couldn’t find a part of Vicky’s lovely young body they didn’t find fascinating.
Kelly’s hands weren’t the only ones left to wonder. Vicky explored Kelly’s body as eagerly, her intimate touch leaving Kelly’s skin tingling in their wake. Her nerve endings were responding to Vicky’s caresses, crying out for more. Kelly’s heart beat faster, thinking the girl found her body as fascinating as she did Vicky’s.
As they fed off each other’s excitement, their pace quickened. No words were spoken, but they still knew what the other wanted, because they wanted the same thing. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the space between them, growing sharper, louder as they pushed each other toward ecstasy.
Kelly felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside, and she met Vicky’s eyes. She saw Vicky was close, too, right on the edge with her. Kelly bore down on the girl, really grinding their bodies together even as her body started to lose control. She held it together long enough to topple them both over the edge and into bliss, their orgasms barely a heartbeat apart. Even as Kelly surrendered to her own climax, she felt Vicky shaking with her own.
Gasping for air, Kelly managed a smile for Vicky, leaned in for a quick, but heated kiss. Rolling of the girl, she wondered about what had just happened. It was rare, coming together like that. The stuff of romance novels, which made it seem all that more special to Kelly. As she stretched out on her back, Kelly had to smile.
She blinked in surprise when Vicky moved atop her, nudging Kelly’s legs open so she could lay between them. Kelly raised her eyebrows questioningly. Vicky just kissed her and started rubbing her lower abdomen against Kelly.
Oh God, Kelly thought, not sure she was ready to go again, so soon. Still, she wrapped her legs around the girl’s waist, crossing her ankles behind her.
It was all the encouragement Vicky needed. The roll of her hips sent lovely sensations through Kelly’s body. She hadn’t completely recovered from her last orgasm, and the delicious friction of Vicky’s body rubbing against her own had her nerve ending singing, again.
Kelly saw Vicky’s face pinched in pleasure, heard the little wordless sounds of enjoyment escaping her parted lips and she had to smile. The girl was just going for it, had no reservations about being with an adult. Kelly thought if their roles were reversed, she wouldn’t be as confident as Vicky. That confidence excited Kelly, drew her even more to the girl.
That moment of instant attraction she had felt for Vicky that first meeting was rapidly becoming something more, even if it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t have gotten this far.
Those stubborn thoughts about this being more than a mistake and a one night stand kept creeping into her head. She still wasn’t ready to deal with them, so she pushed them out of her mind and focused on the sensual flex of Vicky’s hips, the sensations rushing through her every time their bodies came together. She lost herself in Vicky, reveled in the girl’s lithe body.
It didn’t take long for tension to return to her body since it hadn’t entirely left from before. Kelly heard the change in Vicky’s breathing, her cries becoming urgent. Her heart racing, Kelly thought they were going to come together, again. Once was romantic, but twice…
She couldn’t finish the thought because her body exploded with pleasure as she came. Kelly felt Vicky shaking with her own climax, the girl’s pleasure translating through her thighs, which were still wrapped around the girl.
“Again,” Vicky said, with a breathless little laugh.
“Again what?” Kelly asked.
“We came at the same time,” Vicky said, kissing Kelly.
She noticed it, too, Kelly thought, feeling all warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. She kissed the girl back, tenderly.
“That’s not normal, right?” Vicky asked, when their lips finally parted.
Her voice thick, Kelly said, “I’ve never had it happen once, let alone twice.”
Vicky gave Kelly a shy smile, said, “Has to mean something, doesn’t it?”
Looking into the girl’s beautiful eyes, Kelly thought, God, I hope it does.
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“Thanks for letting Vicky stay here. You are a life saver.”
Kelly smiled at her friend, thinking it should be her thanking Becky, not the other way around. Last night had been one of the craziest, most amazing nights she had ever had. She had rolled out of bed this morning, feeling like a million bucks. She and Vicky had stayed up late into the morning, making love, then had fooled around again in the shower a few hours ago. Kelly couldn’t get enough of the girl. Luckily, Vicky seemed to have the same problem with her.
Looking at Becky, Kelly felt a twist of guilt about what she had done last night. Becky was a friend and Kelly had crossed a whole bunch of lines with what she had done with Vicky.
“It was no trouble,” Kelly said, hoping the guilt didn’t show on her face. Changing the subject, she asked, “How was the meeting?”
“Amazing,” Becky said, excitedly, “it was a huge success! So much so, they made me the head of the project. Big raise, corner office, the works.”
“Nice,” Kelly said.
Sobering up some, Becky said, “The downside… The head office is in Portland.”
“So… More flights out of town?” Kelly guessed.
“At least a couple a month, probably more at first. At least, until we get the project up and running at full capacity,” Becky said, glancing at her daughter, “I’m going to have to find something to do with Vick’s. Staying by herself for a few hours after school is one thing, but…”
Her heart racing, Kelly said, “She’s welcome to stay here.”
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Last night was an emergency,” Becky said, smiling warmly at Kelly, “I’ll figure something out.”
“Really, it would be no trouble,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl, “Vicky and I bonded last night. She is a great kid.”
“She is,” Becky said, pride creeping into her voice, “Are you sure? I mean, that would be perfect, but… it is up to you.”
“I’m sure,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend. She couldn’t help thinking Becky wouldn’t think it was ‘perfect’ if she knew what she and her daughter had done last night.
And this morning, too, Kelly reminded herself, thinking about how sexy Vicky had been all wet and soapy.
“Great,” Becky said, then glanced at her phone. Groaning, she said, “We’ve got to go, but we’ll get together later in the week and discuss the details.”
“Sounds good,” Kelly said, trying not to sound too excited.
“Alright Vicks,” Becky said, motioning to her daughter, “Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay,” Vicky said, turning off the TV. She came over to where the woman stood, looking so cute in Kelly’s summer dress. She smiled at Kelly, said, “Um, thanks for letting me stay.”
“You are welcome,” Kelly said.
“I’ll make sure we get the dress back to you,” Becky said, looking at her daughter.
“Don’t worry about it,” Kelly said, laughing, “it fits her a lot better than it did me.”
“Thanks, Ms. Chambers,” Vicky said, sweetly.
Amused, Kelly thought, If this dance thing doesn’t pan out for her, Vicky could always be an actress, with this show she is putting on for her mother.
“Bye,” Vicky said, as she and her mother went to the door.
“Bye, Vicky. I’ll see you at practice on Thursday,” Kelly said, walking with them out on the porch.
“We’ll be there,” Becky said, surprising Kelly with a hug. Kelly glanced at Vicky, and the girl shrugged. Kelly hugged the woman back. In Kelly’s ear, Becky whispered, “I’m glad I ran into you. It’s nice having you back in my life.”
Touched, Kelly said, “I’ve missed you, too.”
Becky let go of Kelly, favored her with a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry about that. Had to be said, though.”
“It’s okay,” Kelly said, smiling at her.
Putting an arm around her daughter, Becky headed down the walkway to her car. Kelly watched them from her porch. Becky looked over her shoulder and favored Kelly with a warm smile. That smile made Kelly’s breath catch in her throat because she recognized it. She hadn’t seen it in a long time, not since she was twelve. Not since Becky had moved away.
Uh oh, Kelly thought, as she watched mother and daughter drive away, that smile could be trouble. Becky used to smile at me like that when she was having naughty thoughts.
I will be poking into the author you mentioned Ebo, I just wish her books were part of amazon’s kindle unlimited.
Another great story with a great plot and another character that’s defeated before she can even fight. I’m finding myself loving stories were the girl makes up her mind and then makes sure she gets what she wants like Vicky does. I’m so looking forward to more of this and as I’m very twisted a mother daughter love affair w/ Kelly in the middle and lots of toys….
It’s dam good to see you haven’t lost anything with your time off and there might even be improvement on the writing.
Thank you again Ebo
Thanks Fur. I think I’ve got all the rust off now. 🙂 I think this story has a few more chapters in it. If nothing else, a couple of prequels to tell Vicky/Alexis’s and Kelly/Becky’s back stories. As for Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum novels, they are a blast to read. If you like some of my off beat dialog you’ll probably like her work.
Ohh, this was good. And to top it off, I had both that Taylor Swift song and the song from the Music Man going through my head most of the time.
A superlative comeback, Ebo! So good that I’m jealous we don’t have it for Juicy Secrets. I’m delighted that you intend to continue this one, too — it does suggest some very, um, intriguing directions.
A lovely story … a lovely read … I do hope there are more chapters to come!
🙂
Myka, always a pleasure. I’m glad you liked it.
Jetboy, thanks. I sent the story to Juicy Secrets for consideration.
Quinlan, I had to Google what songs you were talking about. I figured out the Taylor Swift song but you lost me on the second one. Still, thanks for the comments.
Welcome back EBO. Another tour de force. You have lost none of your story writing skills. Looking forward to more of this but also secretly hoping that you return to The Wild and complete that story.
I appreciate it, Alice. There a quite a few chapters in The Wild, still. It is near the top of my list of chapters to write, so it should be on the website soon. Early June, probably.
I prefer stories with only young girls but this was still very good! Are you planning on writing more new stories or continue with older ones? (Monkey See Monkey do is my favorite I would be so happy if that got a new chapter)
Thanks, Alex. I’m going to continue to write chapters for my older stories, but I have a few ideas for new ones, as well. As for Monkey See, Monkey Do, I’ll probably add a couple more chapters to that one. Can’t say when, though.
OMG OMG your back!!!! I’m so glad to see you back. =D I love the new story and all the older ones too, glad to hear more of ‘the wild’ coming but what about white stockings that’s one of my favorites too.
Hey catman2k,
I’m going to go back and pick up the old stories, add chapters to all of them. White Stockings, for sure. The visit from Jaime’s sister should be interesting. 😉
Our Dear Ebo.
Quite a change of pace for you but just as thoroughly enjoyable. The genuine love you brought to the relationships was extremely tangible and you had us in tears when Becky’s diary disclosed her love for her friend. We can’t help feeling, that is, Jen, can’t help feeling that Becky’s love for Vicky is blended with the unrequited love she had for her childhood friend. I did feel a tear or two, – might have shed many more- but was kept very busy consoling my super sensitive wife (that’s what you do to her) and no – I wouldn’t change her for the world. Lately, I was asked by a female writer to describe my feelings for Jen. I referred her to Tina Turner – R/Deep M/High. It is this emotion you bring to all your relationships. We’re looking forward to reading more soon. Love S and J x
I wasn’t trying to make anyone cry- tug on your heartstrings a little bit, maybe, but not cry. Still, you two are sweet. I think everyone should find a love like yours. That’s my wish for my readers- to find someone who makes your heart beat a little faster every time they walk by, who can brighten your day with just a smile, and for all your faults can’t imagine a day without you in their life.
Another great story. Beautiful and sweet, and very sexy. It’s always hot when it’s the younger girl doing the seducing. Great work, as usual. Judging by the way it ended, it seems something might happen with Becky in the future… Honestly, I’d personally kinda prefer if it was just about Kelly and Vicky’s relationship, but I’m sure it will be a very good read either way.
I believe you used the word “unctuous” incorrectly.
Excerpt from http://www.dictionary.com:
adjective
1. characterized by excessive piousness or moralistic fervor, especially in an affected manner; excessively smooth, suave, or smug.
2. of the nature of or characteristic of an unguent or ointment; oily; greasy.
3. having an oily or soapy feel, as certain minerals.
Additionally, there were a few instances where you got the tense wrong, and one instance where you had Kelly giving Kelly a curious look. I suggest finding a proofreader.
Great story otherwise. As with all your stories, it completely absorbed me.
@J: sometimes minor mistakes do slip into Ebo’s stories, but “unctuous” is not one of them. Unctuous food means it’s oily or greasy, as per the second definition there, but usually meant in a positive, indulgent manner.
See for instance: http://www.thekitchn.com/word-of-mouth-unctuous-69277
@No One: I thank you for the clarification; I stand corrected. I’ve only heard it with a negative connotation (eg: “an unctuous smile”), thus leading to my comment. This context still feels wrong in my mouth, but then English is rather a sloppy language to begin with. 😛
Thank you again for another great ebook Ebo. You can actually add characters to an already made ebook just so you know. All you have to do is replace the download file so we can update ours.
I really enjoyed this story Ebo even if I thought young Vicky was far too knowing. I always prefer the stories where an older woman seduces an innocent young girl. Those stories are always so so hot!
Regardless, please keep writing!
Thanks Denham.
Another great story that I thoroughly enjoyed. I am glad to see from the comments that you have ideas for a few more chapters. Looking forward to reading them, if and when you get the time to write them.
What a wonderful read. You excite and inspire me Ebo. Makes me wish I could be a lesbian dancer to dance in the moonlight with you. Now isn’t that a fantasy. Nice. Thank you.
Still catching up…………Superb!
Just read this for the second time on JS … loved it again … still no follow up?