The Black Lingerie, Part Five

“You are right. I don’t see any seams.”

Erin and Ashley were squeezed into Erin’s closet, looking at the back wall. Smiling, Erin stepped forward and pressed the three pressure points. She heard Ashley gasp when the panel slid back an inch, then out of sight. She had to laugh.

“Shit,” Ashley said.

“Yeah, that’s what I said, too.” Erin said, reaching into the void to grab the black box, “Here. Help me with this thing.”

Together, they carried the box to Erin’s bed.

“You know,” Ashley said, looking at the box, “I kind of thought you were just messing with me.”

“Not surprising.” Erin grinned, “It is a bit much to swallow.”

“And everything is in there?”

“Everything I told you about.”

“Oh, man,” Ashley said.

Erin popped the latch and opened the box for her friend. She sat on the bed so she could watch her reaction. Ashley looked inside, with trepidation. Erin couldn’t help herself, had to say, “Boo.”

Her friend jumped then glared at her. Erin laughed and held up her hands, “I’m sorry. I had to.”

“Asshole.” Ashley said, then laughed at her own expense.

“I think you just about messed your panties.”

“You have no idea.”

Erin laughed harder. After a minute, she had it under control enough to say, “There’s nothing in there that can hurt you.”

Ashley took a deep breath and reached into the box. She came out with the notebook- Natty’s diary, Erin now knew. Her brow furrowed when she opened it and flipped through a few pages. She glanced at Erin, who shrugged.

“It’s in Russian?” She asked.

“Is that what language that is?”

“I’m pretty sure.” Ashley said, pointing, “See the backwards R’s.”

“Weird,” Erin said, frowning, “Natty doesn’t sound Russian. No accent at all, really.”

“Natty’s the ghost?”

“I don’t think she is a ghost. Not in the typical sense.” Erin said, then gave her friend the PG version of what had happened last night, leaving out all the shower sex. Ashley listened with wide eyed wonder, the notebook still clutched in her hands.

“You really aren’t messing with me?” Ashley asked.

“No.”

“Erin, how can you be so nonchalant about all of this? Did you just hear what you said? If anyone should have messed their panties, it is you.”

“I don’t know. It all freaked me out in the beginning but I think I’m getting used to this paranormal stuff.”

“Still,” Ashley said, searching for the words to express what she was thinking. Apparently they failed to come because she just hugged her friend tightly.

Touched by her concern, Erin hugged her back.

“Why do you smell like peaches?” Ashley whispered in her ear, not ready to let her go just yet.

“You smell it, too?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought I was just imagining it.” Erin said, frowning. She had awakened this morning still smelling like the peach soap from her dream. How that was possible was beyond her ability to comprehend and trying made her head hurt.

“Did you change soap or something?” Ashley asked, letting her go at last.

“Maybe Mom is using new laundry detergent.” Erin said, feeling like an ass for lying to her friend.

Ashley seemed satisfied, went back to the box. She removed the bustier, held it up to get a good look at it. Glancing at Erin, she asked, “This is what the ghost- Natty- was wearing in your dream?”

“Plus the thong and stockings.” Erin said, nodding.

“And she is twelve years old?”

“Or sixty three by one count.

“Right,” Ashley said, turning it this way and that to get a better feel of it, “it really is cute. Like you said.”

“It is well made, pretty.”

“I still can’t believe you tried it on.” Ashley said, setting it aside. She fished out the stocking and thong next, looking at each piece of clothing with a curious interest.

“If you had seen it on Natty… I just had to see if it was an illusion. Surely, lingerie couldn’t fit a girl our size. It does, though.”

Ashley glanced at her, then shrugged, “Alright.”

She took the glass dildo out, frowning at it. Erin had to laugh, waiting for it to dawn on her what she held. It didn’t take long and she looked wide eyed at Erin, “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yep.”

“A penis?” Ashley said, staring at it.

“A glass dildo, is my guess.”

“Wow,” she said, setting it aside, “That is creepy. It is kid sized, too.”

Erin hadn’t thought about that, but she was right. Had Natty used this thing? Or had it used on her?

Ashley removed the tied stack of photos, held them up for Erin to see, “Are these the photos you told me about?”

“Yeah.”

She looked at the bundled pictures, then put them back in the box without undoing the ribbon, said, “I don’t think I want to see them. Too sad.”

“They are sad, in a way, but she looks genuinely happy in them.” Erin said, a remembering the smiling, naked Natty in the pictures.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Ashley said, putting the glass dildo back in the box, then the diary. She picked up the bustier, hesitated. Her green eyes roamed over the intricate stitching and delicate lace details.

Erin smiled, said, “Try it on.”

Startled, Ashley looked at her, “What?!”

“Come on, don’t deny it,” Erin said, “You want to try it on. I can see it in your eyes.”

Her friend started to open her mouth to deny what Erin had said, but she closed it without saying anything. She looked back at the lingerie, biting her lower lip in indecision. Erin watched as she caved.

“Shit.” Ashley said, then, “I’m going to do it.

Erin laughed and got off the bed. She opened her door and listened. The house was quiet, her parents having already gone to bed. Closing the door, she gave her friend the thumbs up.

“Shit,” Ashley said, again. She unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied out of them, then pulled her t-shirt over her head. In just her bra and panties she, looked at the lingerie.

“That’s not going to cut it.” Erin laughed.

Taking a deep breath, she unfastened her bra and removed it. Her panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Naked, she reached for the thong first. She fumbled with it like Erin had, the thing little more than strings. It was hard to tell which piece was what.

Erin watched with amusement, remembering her own struggles with the lingerie. She clapped softly when Ashley finally managed to get the thong on. Ashley glared at her, making Erin laugh.

“Hey, I’m applauding you. It took me a minute to get into that thing, too.”

“It looks like an eyepatch with too many strings.”

Erin laughed at that colorful image.

“It fits, though.” Ashley said, looking down at herself.

Finding herself looking at her, too, Erin frowned. Was she checking out her friend? She was, but hadn’t intended to.

Ashley was pretty, there was no denying that. Even before the fiasco with Natty, she had thought Ashley was a good looking girl. Now, she saw she had a lithe, lean body, as well. This wasn’t the first time seeing her naked but it was the first time since Natty had helped her open eyes to the beauty of the female form. Her legs now looked long and shapely for a girl her age; her backside round and perky; her belly flat; her breasts upswept with little pink nipples.

While Erin had been checking her out, Ashley had slipped the nylons onto her legs, which looked even better sheathed in black nylon. She was in the process of pulling the bustier into place, having problems like Erin had had. Finally, she managed to get it on, adjusted into place. She spotted the lace choker and put it on, as well.

“It really is cut for someone my size.” Ashley said, looking down at herself.

“Told you.”

Glancing at Erin, she asked, “How do I look?”

“Inappropriately sexy.” Erin said, smiling.

“Stop it. You are making me blush.” She said, turning to Erin’s mirror. She admired herself in the mirror, turned to check out her backside, “This thing really does flatter the figure, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, you look great.” Erin said, honestly.

“I don’t want to take it off, now.”

“This from the girl who ridiculed me for trying it on.”

“Hey, I still stand by my ridiculing.” Ashley said, coming to the bed. She sat by Erin, made no move to change, “I knew from you that Natty wouldn’t go all poltergeist if I tried it on. You didn’t know that.”

“Point taken.” Erin said, then, “You better change. My parents should be asleep but… I don’t think you want to be caught wearing that.”

“Yeah, I know. I really don’t want to, though. I feel so… I don’t know… sexy in this. Do you know what I mean?”

“I do.” Erin nodded, put an arm around her friend’s shoulder, “It makes you look older, more attractive. That makes you feel more sexy. It is a huge confidence boost.”

“Yes! You do understand.”

“I felt the same way when I tried it on.”

Ashley sighed, unfastened the garters and removed the nylons. They went into the box, then the lace choker. She shimmied out of the bustier, holding it up to take one last look at it before putting it away. Standing up, she hooked her thumbs in the thong, then hesitated. She glanced at Erin, then said, “Can I wear this tonight? You can’t tell I’m wearing it if I put my shorts back on.”

“You want to wear the thong to bed?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t see why not,” Erin laughed, shaking her head.

——————————————————————————– “Oh shit,”

Ashley spun in a circle, recognizing where she was from Erin’s description of the place. Her emerald eyes were wide as she took in the antique furniture, the oil painting on the wall. She could vaguely see Erin’s bedroom in this place, but it wasn’t Erin’s. She was in Natty’s room, the bedroom of girl dead for fifty years.

“Oh, shit,” she repeated, putting a hand to her mouth. Adrenaline was pumping and she her hand was shaking something fierce. She didn’t know if it was fear or excitement that had her heart racing. Probably both.

“Who are you?” Someone asked from behind her.

Crying out in surprise, she wheeled around to find a sweet looking blonde girl standing in the doorway. Again, Erin’s description was spot on. Shapely legs, like those of a dancer; flat belly; just budding breasts; a cute face frame in a dated hairstyle. She wore a sheer white nightie that let the light from the hallway behind her shine through, revealing her lithe body. It left very little to the imagination, revealing more than it hid.

“Natty!” Ashley exclaimed.

She didn’t look like a ghost, at least not like any ghost Ashley had ever seen in the horror movies she so loved to watch. Not translucent or deathly pale- she was a solid as everything else in the room and had golden skin. No hollow, soulless eyes- in fact, she had the beautifulest blue eyes. Not erratic or twitchy movements- just standing there, she had a gracefulness about her. She didn’t look evil or sad or listless. If anything, she looked amused.

“My friends call me Natty,” She said with a dazzling smile, “Do I know you?”

Ashley swallowed hard but couldn’t force words out of her mouth.

“Could it be,” she said, moving farther into the room. Stopping only a few feet away, she looked Ashley up and down. Something about the way her eyes lingered here and there, made Ashley feel naked and exposed. It was a curiously thrilling feeling.

“I think you are.”

“I am?” Ashley asked, finally finding her voice.

Natty grinned at her, “You are Ashley, right? Erin’s friend.”

Blinking in surprise, she asked, “How- how do you know my name?”

“It is you!” the girl exclaimed. She closed the distance between them in a hurry and Ashley found herself in a fierce hug. Startled as she was, Ashley still managed to notice a few things. Even after Erin told her that Natty wasn’t a typical ghost, she half expected the girl to pass right through her. Instead, she got a heartfelt, friendly squeeze. Spirits were always freezing cold in the movies, but Natty was warm and soft and smelled of lavender.

Simply, she felt like a normal twelve year old girl, which boggled Ashley’s mind. Maybe Erin was right about Natty not being a ghost but something else.

Who or whatever she was, she gave a nice hug. Ashley felt a twinge of affection for the girl, which was also strange. She usually didn’t take to people so fast, had to feel them out first.

Probably why she had so few friends.

Hey, quality over quantity, right, she thought.

“It is so nice to finally put a face to you,” she said, pulling back to look at her, “A pretty face, at that.”

“What do you mean?” Ashley blink stupidly at her.

“What, you don’t think you are pretty?”

“That’s not what I mean. What do you mean by ‘finally put a face to you’?”

“I’ve sensed you for a long time. I think you were about six the first time,” she said, smiling.

“Six?” Ashley parroted, dumbfounded.

“I could just hear you talking to Erin, but you sounded far away. Like you were in another room. Do you know what I mean?”

Ashley nodded, even though she really didn’t. How could she? This was just too weird.

“Sometimes I could almost see you,” She said, smiling like it was a fond memory, “just a wispy, vague outline of a girl. Still, it was nice to know you were there.”

“You mean like a… ghost?” Ashley asked.

“Exactly,” Natty nodded, then laughed, “Kind of ironic, a dead girl being haunted.”

That surprised a laugh out of Ashley and she felt another twinge of affection for the girl.

“I could always see and hear Erin, for which I’m grateful. This place is so quiet and lonely. She was like a light in a dark room. The only thing that made this place bearable.” Natty said, sadness creeping into her voice for a moment, then she perked up, “Now, I’m not so alone. Erin comes to visit me now. And you.”

Ashley reached out and soothingly rubbed her shoulder, said, “I’m not going to lie, I didn’t mean to come here, wherever here is. I’m glad I did, though.”

Natty smiled brightly, “So am I. It is curious you showed up here, though.”

“Curious?”

“I think Erin having my room and constantly nearby help build a connection between us. That is why I could see her and interact with her to some extent,” Natty said, then grinned, “You spend so much time at Erin’s, you left an impression on the girl and the room, so I could almost see you. Does that make sense to you?”

Ashley nodded, “It does.”

“Recently, the connection between Erin and I has become very strong.”

“Because of the box in the closet?”

Grinning, the girl asked, “You know about the box?”

“Um… Erin showed me, so I’d believe she wasn’t crazy,” Ashley said.

Natty laughed heartily at that, said, “She isn’t, then?”

“Not about this, at least,” Ashley said, gesturing at the room around them.

When her laughter dried up, Natty favored Ashley with that weighing look, the one she had favored her with earlier that made her feel naked and revealed. Again, she felt like the girl was looking right through her, into her.

Finally she grinned and said, “It is true. Her finding my hiding space strengthened our bond. It made this place more real for her, thereby allowing her to accept what happened in her dreams. But, it was not the box that forged the connection between us. Do you know what it was?”

Ashley’s face turned scarlet when it dawned on her and she stammered, “The lin-lingerie?”

With a knowing smile, Natty nodded, “When she put it on, the connection became so much more intense, like we were linked somehow. It was the lingerie, a common thread that tied us together. Does that make sense?”

Nodding, Ashley said, “It is true of a lot of ghost stories. Some personal belonging of the deceased links them to their haunt.”

Natty smiled, “A haunted bustier… How bizarre.”

Again, the girls sense of humor caught Ashley off guard. Ghosts were supposed to be wretchedly sad or angry or morose. Natty was none of those things.

“So, I’m wondering… If trying on the bustier made the connection between Erin and I stronger and suddenly I can see and talk to you…”

Ashley gave a sheepish grin, her face so red it would put Rudolph the reindeer’s nose to shame, “You really aren’t asking, are you? You already know.”

“That you tried on the lingerie,” Natty said, laughing, “If I hadn’t, your blushing would have told me.”

“Is it okay,” Ashley said, her eyes searching Natty’s, “that I put it on? It just looked so pretty and… I don’t know. I felt compelled to put it on.”

“It is more than okay,” Natty said, pulling her into a hug, “I am happy, because now we are connected. No more ghost, for you.”

Ashley hugged her back, basking in the curious welcomed feeling she got from the girl. In just a short time, she had insinuated her way into Ashley’s heart.

“That’s a relief. I was afraid you might go poltergeist when you found out,” Ashley said.

Natty laughed, “I see why Erin loves you so much. You are a riot.”

“You are pretty alright yourself.”

“So tell me,” Natty said, girlish excitement creeping into her voice, “how did it look?”

“Um…,” Ashley said, with a nervous giggle, “It fit perfectly. How can that be? Who makes lingerie for a twelve year old?”

“Are you asking for his name or was that a rhetorical question?” Natty laughed.

“No, I’m not asking for his name.”

“Are you sure? I bet he could make you something even better.”

“Um, that is okay. I don’t need some weird dude making me lingerie,” Ashley said, laughing nervously. The conversation had taken a weird turn.

“That is a shame. I bet you looked very sexy in the bustier.”

“I did, actually,” Ashley said, remembering how it had flattered her young body. She got a small shiver thinking about how sexy it had made her look and feel. It was that thrill she got from being naughty, breaking the rules. Dressing so inappropriately had been exciting.

“I wish I could have seen you,” Natty said, a mischievous grin on her face.

Weird, Ashley thought, a little uncomfortable.

“So, Erin told you about the box and the hiding place,” Natty said, a note of playfulness in her voice, “Did she tell you everything that happened here?”

Ashley blinked in surprise, then, “Actually, no. She told me all about this place, about you, but she was hiding something. Said she wanted to understand it herself before she talked about it.”

“Do you often keep secrets from each other?” Natty asked.

“No, never,” Ashley said, frowning, “It must be something big, for her not to tell me. You can see it bothers her to keep it a secret.”

Natty nodded, said, “I think she’ll tell you when she is ready.”

“You know what it is? The secret?”

Again, Natty nodded.

“You aren’t going to tell me,” Ashley said.

“It isn’t my place.”

“What could it be, that she didn’t think she could tell me,” Ashley said, looking at Natty, “I mean, she told me about this place even though she thought I would think she was crazy.”

“I could maybe give you a hint,” Natty said, that playfulness back in her voice.

“A hint?” Ashley parroted.

“Just a little hint,”

Something about the way she said it made Ashley’s heart beat faster. The whole situation had gotten strange in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Curiosity got the better of her and she said, “What is the hint?”

Natty grinned, put a hand on the back of her neck and kissed her. When their lips met, Ashley opened her mouth to gasp in surprise and Natty’s tongue slipped into her mouth. After a dizzying moment, Natty pulled back and looked at her, her brilliant blue eyes searching hers.

She french kissed me, Ashley thought, her head spinning.

Ashley knew Natty probably had more carnal knowledge than a twelve year old girl had any right to have.

Still, it was a shock to be kissed by her.

More of a shock was the fact that she hadn’t not like it.

Which is why, when Natty grinned and lowered her face to hers, stopping with her lips only an inch away, she went the rest of the way. This time, she was ready for the kiss, caressed Natty’s tongue with her own.

She had made out with a boy on a dare, had kissed him for five minutes in a closet. This was kind of like that, but Natty was a much better kisser. She drew Ashley deeper into it than she had intended, didn’t break the kiss until they were both out of breath. Her heart was racing and she felt the flush of heat in her lower abdomen she got when she was aroused.

Holy cow, that was a kiss, she thought, then, am I really getting excited about kissing a girl?

When Natty put a hand in the small of her back and one around her neck, Ashley realized how close they were standing together. They were belly to belly, Natty’s small breasts mashed against her own. Whether by design or by accident, the girl’s thigh was between her slightly parted legs and was gently rubbing against her girlhood. It was sending gentle waves of pleasure washing through her. The sensation reminded her of her Nimbus 2000.

“Is this okay?” Natty asked, breaking the kiss. Her sapphire eyes shown with desire as she met Ashley’s emerald ones.

“Kissing?” Ashley husked.

“For a start,” the blonde teased.

“Um, I guess it is okay,” she said, wondering what was the finish if this was the start.

“Let me know if you want to stop,” Natty said, then kissed her deeply.

“Uh-huh,” Ashley managed, her toes curling.

She was a little surprised when the hand in the small of her back slipped lower, onto her buttocks, but she didn’t mind. Giggling into the Natty’s kiss, she squirmed under the touch. The thigh in her crotch rubbed deliciously against her now sensitive bud, drawing a sigh from her. The hand on her backside urged her to move back and forth, grinding her girl parts against the thigh. It felt incredible and the sigh became a moan.

Natty had worked her into a state of excitement; the kissing, the grinding, the feel of her warm body pressed tightly to her own. Her nipples strained against the thin cotton tank top she wore and her heart was pounding in her breast.

This turns me on, Ashley realized, feeling a thrill of being bad, kissing a girl and being fondled like this is making me horny.

She knew what horny meant, had asked her brother when she overheard him say it. His explanation hadn’t made a lot of sense, then, but she understood now.

Still chewing on that thought, she didn’t notice the arm around her neck was gone, not until the hand attached to it slipped under her top and touched her bare stomach. She gasped, then giggled as the hand found her breast.

Oh, boy, she thought as Natty kneaded the pliant flesh, this is getting serious. Should I stop this before it gets out of hand?

The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t want to. Her body was awash with delicious sensations, every nerve ending screaming ‘don’t stop’.

Natty must have read her thoughts, because she pulled the tank top up around her armpits. With only a brief hesitation, Ashley raised her arms over her head so she could remove it completely. She shivered and not because the cool air found her bare breasts. This was way passed naughty.

Grinning, Natty looked her up and down, her gaze hot on her bare skin. Again, she shivered.

Still grinning, Natty stepped back and slipped her nightie off her shoulders and let it pool on the ground at her feet. Ashley gaped at her. She had gone from practically naked to very naked in only a few seconds. When she moved against Ashley this time, there wasn’t anything between them but a pair of tiny sleep shorts and an even tinier thong.

Natty took her hand and suddenly she was cupping a soft, pliant breast, its nipple dragging across her palm. It was both kind of weird and kind of exciting, fondling another girl’s breast. A nervous, excited giggle escaped her.

“That feels nice,” Natty said, smiling at her. She sighed and arched her back, pushing the breast into Ashley’s hand. Her reaction to Ashley’s touch was intoxicating and the redhead wanted to explore more of her. Hesitantly, at first, she let her hand slip down onto her taut belly, then the gentle swell of her hip. She was soft and warm, her skin smooth to the touch. Ashley liked the way she felt, liked her sighs even more. They were all the encouragement she needed to let her hands roam freely. She was a little surprised at how eager she became.

When Natty’s thumbs hooked into her waistband, she giggled but let the girl pull her sleep shorts down. Her legs were a little shaky with excitement as she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. In just the eye patch thong, she stood before the crouching girl.

“I get to see you in lingerie, after all,” Natty said, grinning up at her, “For a minute, anyway.”

She slipped her fingers into the elastic and pulled them down, helped Ashley step out of the last of her clothing.

Naked, Ashley had second thoughts. The urge to cover herself was creeping up on her and she wanted to find her tank top so bad. She was looking for it when Natty took her hand. The girl was smiling at her when she met her gaze.

“You have a beautiful body,” Natty said, then, “Such perfect, milky skin. You should never be embarrassed to show it off.”

Blushing, Ashley said, “Um, thanks.”

“Come on, I’ll show you,” Natty said, leading her to a full length mirror. Ashley recognized it as the one from Erin’s room. Must have belonged to Natty, first.

They stood in front of the mirror, Ashley in front with Natty’s warm body pressed against her back. Ashley looked at her reflection, a little embarrassed by the self examination.

“See your long, tapered legs,” Natty said, leaning forward to run a hand from her calf all the way to the cleft of her buttock. The touch sent a shiver through her.

“And your flat belly,” the girl said, her hand slipping around to trace the faint muscle lines on Ashley’s stomach. Her words were spoken softly, very intimately into Ashley’s ear, her breath a warm tickle.

“Your breasts,” she breathed, her hands roaming up Ashley’s flank to cup and squeeze the pale swells of her breasts. Ashley moaned.

“So pretty,” Natty said, kissing her shoulder.

The girl was driving her crazy with this slow, tantalizing exploration in the mirror. She was so hot down there it was almost painful.

“And the part I like best…” She said, letting one hand slip free of the breast it was teasing, letting it move lower, “is this.”

The hand slipped between Ashley’s thighs, to caress her very sensitive pussy. She had known it was a possibility, that Natty might do this, but it was still kind of a shock. Being touched there by anyone else was a new experience. Having a girl do it was odd in a whole different way.

Recently, boys had become a fascination and she had wondered once or twice what it would be like to let one touch her like this. She could honestly say it never crossed her mind to let a girl do it.

Now that the line had been crossed, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure Natty’s skilled fingers sent through her.

“Do you like what I am doing?” Natty breathed in her ear.

“Mmmm…” Ashley said, nodding.

“Good,” the blonde said, kissing her neck, “because I like doing it.”

Her fingers were making slow circles, gently mashing Ashley’s labia and teasing her tender bud. It felt so good that she couldn’t hold back the little animal sounds of excitement that escaped her. Nor could she stop her hips from undulating against Natty’s hand.

“Is this good or do you want me to do it faster?”

“Faster,” Ashley moaned.

The caresses grew faster, more pressure put on her clitoris. This new sensation sent those waves of pleasure crashing harder into her. Her cries were no longer quiet but sharp with growing ecstasy. It was too intense and she felt an orgasm stir to awake deep inside. Natty must have sensed it because she stroked the beast until it came to life and roared through her.

Climaxing, she cried out. Her knees felt weak and threatened to give out on her as her body shook. Natty wrapped her up in her arms, held her as the delicious afterglow descended on her.

“Holy cow,” Ashley said, laughing.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Natty said, kissing her neck.

“You are good at that.”

Grinning, Natty spun her around and took her hand, “Come on. I’ll show you what else I am good at.”

Oh boy, Ashley thought, following her to the bed.

Natty kissed her once, then pushed her backwards. The move caught her off guard and she went sprawling on her back. She giggle as the girl crawled atop her, straddling her hips. She sat there a minute, looking down at Ashley.

For the first time, Ashley really took a moment to look at the girl. So much had happened so fast, she hadn’t had a chance to until now. The girl was slender and athletic, her body just beginning to become more feminine. She had small breasts, just a handful really, with proud nipples jutting skyward; a sexy belly; long, skinny legs that would have filled out nicely had she had the chance to grow up; and a cute, hairless pussy.

She had a nice body, Ashley thought, then frowned, where did that come from? Did I really just think another girl had a nice body?

Still, she couldn’t deny that she liked how Natty looked perched atop her.

“What is that look for,” Natty asked, smiling down at her.

“I just realized how cute you are,” she said, grinning sheepishly, “and the fact that I think that is kind of a revelation for me.”

Laughing, Natty said, “Well, it is nice to be noticed.”

Her face turning scarlet, Ashley said, “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Natty said, leaning down to give her a kiss, “let me open your eyes a little more for you, then.”

She kissed Ashley on the chin, then in the crook of her neck, her collar bone. Taking her time, she worked her way down the supine redhead’s body, kissing and tasting her skin with her tongue. Ashley closed her eyes and enjoyed what was happening to her. They sprang open again when Natty’s moist lips touched her girlhood and she gasped in surprise. Propping up on her elbows, she gaped at the blonde as she kissed the hood of her clitoris.

Natty flashed her eyes at Ashley, then let her tongue flick across her still sensitive bud. Ashley’s hips jerked at the curious sensation, both warm and wet.

Was this really happening, Ashley thought, knowing it was. She could see it with her own eyes, feel it rippling through her body. This twelve year old girl was going down on her.

The phrase was fairly new to her, only recently overheard in a conversation by her step-sister, Loren, and one of her friends. Sensing it probably wasn’t something she should look up on her own computer, she had snuck into her brother’s room and used his computer. Their parents no longer monitored his internet usage, him being in the military and all. Typing it into Google had given her more information than she could ever need, some of the images were still burned in her brain.

Oral sex, Ashley thought, moaning, I’m having oral sex.

The thought was a little scary and more than a little exciting. She was only twelve after all and sex was still something of a mystery.

Well, a little less of a mystery now, she thought, grinning, no wonder adults like this so much.

Natty’s tongue was doing wonderful things to her, constantly changing rhythm so her body was always guess. It was driving her wild, her hips gyrating out of control. Natty grabbed her thighs to trap her pussy to her mouth.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned, flopping onto her back. Her fingers dug into the sheets and she grasped handfuls.

She was so excited, it didn’t take long before Ashley felt tension begin to mount in her young body. Like a watch spring wound tighter and tighter, she was ready to explode. Then, with a cry to wake the dead, she orgasmed. Her back arched off the bed as her whole body clenched up, then collapsed like a rag doll as her climax shook her.

Her eyes had been squeezed shut and when she opened them, she saw Natty grinning down at her. Returning the grin, she said, “Wow. That was amazing!”

Laughing, Natty flopped down beside her, both girls looking up at the ceiling. Really without thinking about it, Ashley rolled on her side and put her head on her shoulder, her body molding to her flank. Her warmth, the smell of her perfume was pleasant in the afterglow. Natty put her hand on her shoulder, pulled her even closer.

I should do that to her, Ashley thought, her heartbeat kicking up at the idea, it seems only fair, right?

She put a hand on Natty’s flat belly, tried to summon the courage to move it lower. Taking a deep breath, she let it slip onto the soft folds of the her girlhood. Her pulse raced as she mashed the labia in gentle circles. The gyrations of Natty’s hips were encouraging, so she kept doing it.

When Natty moaned, she had to bite back a nervous laugh. She really was playing with this girl’s pussy.

“Mmm… That feels nice,” Natty breathed, excitedly.

The adrenaline flowing now, she freed herself from Natty’s arm, got to her hands and knees at her side. The girl looked up at her expectantly as she moved between her legs. The blonde spread them wide, gave her access. Looking down at the soft folds of her sex, Ashley almost balked but she shamed herself into kissing her there. Once her lips touched it, she knew it was just more skin and that removed her apprehension. Tentatively, she tasted her bud with the tip of her tongue.

Natty giggled and squirmed, said, “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” Ashley said, blushing, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Do it lightly and it tickles,” Natty said, propping up on her elbows, “Add a little pressure and it feels really good.”

Committed now, she did as the girl said, putting some pressure behind her tongue. When Natty moaned, she had to smile. It gave her a curious sense of accomplishment, of pride.

Flicking her tongue back and forth, she teased Natty’s tender bud until the girl’s hips began to gyrate. Taking that as a good sign, she grasped her hips like the blonde had hers, kept her pussy to her mouth. It wasn’t easy and took some practice, but Natty didn’t seem to mind being the guinea pig. She was moaning and sighing, breathing encouragement.

After a few minutes, she had the hang of it and a jaw that was beginning to ache. Her face was wet from Natty’s thrashings. It should have been a less than enjoyable situation but it wasn’t. She kind of liked making Natty moan and sigh, liked the sexy way her body moved.

“Oh, oh! Don’t stop. Keep doing that!” Natty said, her hips jerking spastically. Ashley realized she was about to have an orgasm. Excited, she flicked her tongue faster and faster until she felt the girl clench up. Wide eyed, she watched the girl arch her back and cry out, then shudder with pleasure.

I did that, Ashley thought, a little surprised, I made her orgasm. I went down on her and she came because of me.

Natty grinned at her, sated, “That was intense.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding, she said, “Definitely, yeah. You catch on quick.”

Pleased, Ashley crawled up and stretched out beside her. This time, Natty put her head on her shoulder, pressed her body to her flank. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed and it made Ashley smile.

Staring up at the ceiling, she said, “I can’t believe I did that.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No,” Ashley said, then laughed, “just can’t believe I did it. Any of it.”

Continue to Part Six

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