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Lauren learns to masturbate

PART 2 – LAUREN learns to masturbate

Wow, it was hot! I jogged off the field and there was Alex taking those stupid photos again. I mean what girl wants her picture taken when she’s all hot, sweaty and dirty after running around all over the place?

I stuck my tongue out at him and he immediately squirted me with water. “Ahhhh!” I jumped backwards, damn that’s cold and he got me right on the boobs too. Damn him, he’s always squirting me and I never have any water to get him back with. I chose to just ignore him instead, my tights were sagging a bit so I pulled them up until they were nice and snug around my butt. I love the way it feels when the seam splits my lips and I get a nice camel toe going.

I noticed Alex got a kind of glazed look and pointed his phone at me, it gave me a nice tingly feeling in my clit and I decided to give him the other view and turned around. I could feel his eyes burning into my ass and I just knew he’d be getting hard looking at me. I loved showing off my body and turning on my brother was even better, sooner or later I was going to get him and I really hoped it would be sooner! I wasn’t a virgin, well I sort of was, but he didn’t know that. And I couldn’t wait ‘til I could get him alone.

When we got home, Caitlyn and I rushed for the shower; it was always a battle to see who could get in first. I loved taking long showers and if I was last after the other two I would run out of hot water before I could finish. Caitlyn and I battled to get thru the door, laughing as we pushed and struggled to be first, I always won since I was taller and stronger than her but she always wrestled with me. I don’t know why she still kept trying, maybe she just liked wrestling?

I pushed her out of the way and closed the door behind me. “Fine!” she said, “why can’t you ever let me go first?”’

“Learn to wrestle better and maybe I will” I replied with another laugh. I heard her stomping off, so I could finally relax. I turned on the shower and started undressing. It didn’t take much since I hate wearing panties and I never wear a bra. My boobs aren’t very big, they’re really just two little mounds with rather large nipples, at least I thought they were large. They were always hard and I loved the way they would rub on my shirts and boys would stare at them. Quite a lot of old men would as well, that kind of grossed me out a little, but it was worth it for the way it felt.

I was just getting in the shower when I realized that I had forgotten to grab a towel. I thought about going to get one, but then I thought now would be a perfect time to start my plan on seducing Alex. I stepped in and quickly washed my hair and soaped myself down, paying extra attention to my pussy. I loved my little bush, it was very fine and so soft, you could still see my lips thru it and I loved lightly pulling on my pubes when playing with myself. I don’t know why Caitlyn insisted on shaving hers but she always kept it completely bald.

It was weird, around other people Caitlyn was always so shy, but at home when it was just the two of us in our room she seemed to make an effort to be naked in front of me. She always took ages choosing what to wear and walking around nude and asking if I liked this top or that bra and panties combination. Trying them on and then changing her mind and changing clothes again! I never had that problem, I always knew what I wanted to wear and didn’t need her opinion on the matter, though she always told me I looked good in whatever I chose to wear. She never used to do it, I guess she just wanted to look good and impress a boy, but she didn’t seem to be interested in any, well none that I knew of anyway.

We were really close and I love her heaps, she’s my best friend and we talk about everything. But things seemed a bit backwards sometimes. She always wanted to hang out with me. I mean I’m the younger one; shouldn’t I be following her around, bugging her and wanting to hang out with her friends? She even taught me how to masturbate!

One night about a year ago, I woke up and I could hear Caitlyn breathing hard and moaning. I thought she was having a nightmare or something the way sounded, so I jumped out of bed and rushed over to hers. She would always comfort me when I used to have nightmares, so I didn’t think twice about doing the same for her.

She just about jumped a mile when I came flying across the room, completely naked, (I can’t stand wearing clothes when I sleep, they get all twisted and tied up around me, so eventually mum gave up trying to make me wear some).

“Caitlyn, Caitlyn! Wake up your having a nightmare!”
“Lauren! What are you doing? I’m fine, leave me alone!”
“But Caitlyn, I heard you, what were you doing then?
“Just go back to bed and go to sleep”
“Not until you tell me what you were doing! We tell each other everything, why won’t you tell me?”
“FINE! If you really want to know I was masturbating and now you’ve interrupted me and I’ll never be able to finish now”

She sounded really pissed at me and now I was totally embarrassed. I knew about sex, from classes at school and talking to my friends but I had never done anything and now I didn’t know what to do. I started to cry and turned around and began walking back to my bed.

“Lauren, don’t cry, I’m sorry I snapped at you, but you really surprised me and it’s not the best time to interrupt someone when they’re just about to cum”

I turned back to her and saw that she was now sitting up in bed, holding her arms out to me. The little bit of moonlight coming in thru the window let me see that she wasn’t wearing the hello kitty pajamas that she always wore. Her boobs were dusky in the half light and I wished again that I had tits like hers. Mine hadn’t started at all yet and I was always jealous that Caitlyn and so many of my friends already had boobs and I had none.

I walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed and she hugged me tight, I could smell her hair, freshly washed and the strawberry scent of her shampoo. More interestingly I could feel one of her boobs squishing against me; they felt so soft against my chest with a hard nipple poking into me. I felt my own nipples harden and a warmth between my legs that seemed to spread slowly outwards. I stopped crying and started to pull back, but Caitlyn continued to hold me close.

She whispered into my ear “Do you know what masturbating is?” her breath ticked my ear.

I nodded, “Sort of….”
“Do you know how to do it, have you tried it yet”

I could only shake my head, I was feeling so nervous and squirmy in my stomach and so excited at the same time.

Caitlyn let go of me and pulled back the blankets, I could see that she was completely naked, her Hello Kitty pajamas balled up beside her. I could feel myself blushing as I looked at her naked body, we were sisters and close but we didn’t go prancing around naked in front of each other and this was something else entirely.

She leant back and ran her hands down her sides until they reached her thighs and then she slightly spread her legs. It was then I noticed that she didn’t have any pubic hair.

“Why don’t you have any hair? I’ve got some, where’s yours?”
She giggled, “I shave it off, I love the way it feels when I run my fingers across my bare skin. You should do it too, I can show you how if you like.”
“No,” I shook my head, “that’s ok, I only just got some, I don’t want to get rid of them yet, I don’t even have boobs yet, yours are so nice”

“Don’t worry, I’m older than you, yours will start to grow soon. Do you want me to show you how to feel good, it’s better than you could ever imagine”
“Will it hurt? It hurts the first time doesn’t it?”
Caitlyn laughed again, “No silly, playing with yourself doesn’t hurt, and it’s when you have sex with a boy for the first time that it hurts. This is all about feeling good.”

“Oh, ok then…..what do I do?” I had no real idea of what a girl did, I knew that boys got hard but I had no idea what we would do.

“Here” she said, “get up on the bed and sit beside me”, she patted the bed near the middle, so I got up and sat cross-legged on the bed by her hips. I could feel my pussy lips part slightly when I did this, it was something that I was getting more conscious of every time I sat this way, I don’t know why, but I liked the way it felt.

Caitlyn then turned on her bedside lamp, bringing a golden glow to her pale skin. We could now clearly see each other and we both just stared at each other’s bodies.

I was a little startled when suddenly Caitlyn said “Now watch what I do.”

She opened her mouth and put two fingers in and sucked on them lightly before pulling them out and bringing them down to her pussy. I was transfixed as she began to run them up and down her lips. They were very small and didn’t stick out very far at all, mine were bigger than hers!

Her other hand began playing with her right nipple, rubbing it between a finger and thumb, then pulling on it until her boob stretched right out. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I gasped.

“No, it feels really good. Why don’t you try it? Wet your finger and rub your nipples, they’re already hard I see” she giggled. Her voice had gotten a little breathy already and a flush had started to creep across her chest.

I blushed again as I realized she could clearly see how hard my nipples were. They were sticking out more than ever before! I hesitantly brought my hand up to my mouth and licked my fingers, before bringing them down and touched my nipple. It was like an electric shock, they had never felt like this before! I closed my eyes and let out a gasp, I couldn’t believe it. How could I have never felt this before? Why was this so different from when my nipples were hard other times?

“Lauren, look at me, look at what I’m doing!” I was jolted out of my little moment of euphoria by Caitlyn’s urging. I looked down again to see that she now had both hands on her pussy.

“See this? This is my clit, rubbing this is the best bit of all, it will drive you out of your mind!”

She was using one hand to spread her little lips apart and pointing the other at a little nub about the size of a pea near the top. Her pussy was glistening wet and I could smell a musky aroma coming from her as I leant in closer to get a better look. My hair fell down, cascading around my head until the rest of the world was blocked out and all I could see was Caitlyn’s hands rubbing her pussy. I could her hear moan when my hair fell on her.

“Stay there, don’t move Lauren, stay….right…..there!” She breathed out each word, I don’t think anything could have made me move just then, this was the coolest thing I had ever seen.

One hand continued to hold her lips open while the fingers of her other hand began to rub rapidly up down on either side of her clit. Her pussy was getting wetter and I could feel my own pussy responding. If this was masturbating I definitely wanted to try it, but for now I had to see what would happen next.

Caitlyn was breathing harder now and moaning almost continuously. While she continued to rub her clit, her other hand reached up and touched my chest until she found a nipple. I moaned at the contact and Caitlyn pulled at my nipple until it started to hurt. I leant down further trying to lessen the pressure, my face was practically right in her pussy now, and if I stuck out my tongue I could probably lick her fingers as they rubbed over her slick lips.

“Oh Lauren!” Caitlyn practically screamed, thrusting her hips up towards my face, I pulled back, my nipple slipping out from between her fingers as I watched in shock as Caitlyn spasmed and twitched in front of me. Was this an orgasm? It looked like it hurt, like she was having some kind of seizure, but the way she was moaning and the look of bliss on her face made it clear this was anything but pain she was experiencing.

I just sat back and watched, my nipple was still tender but it did feel good and my pussy was definitely damp, I couldn’t wait to try this for myself! Caitlyn slowly calmed down and eventually looked at me.

“Wow, Lauren that was the best ever! The feel of your hair on my skin and when I could feel your breath on my pussy, it was amazing!”
“It looked really cool, but you pulled on my nipple so hard. Look at it, it’s all red now”

“Sorry” she said with a sheepish smile. We both looked down at my nipple and she reached out a hand and with sticky fingers lightly touching it. I shuddered at her touch and let out a slight moan.
“So, did you like that? Want to try it yourself now?”
“HELL YES!”
I practically shoved her over to the side of the bed and lay down beside her. She laughed and sat up beside me.
“Eager aren’t you?”
I could only laugh as well. I was eager, very eager to feel something that looked like it felt incredible. I put my hands down to my pussy and immediately started rubbing.

“Not like that, like this” I was shocked when she reached down and pushed my hands out of the way and started trailing her hands thru my sparse little bush.

“Your hair is so soft,” she said while pulling at my pubes. This sent a little shock to my pussy and I loved it. But I felt weird with her touching me, I wanted to do this for myself. I reached back down and more gently and slowly this time started rubbing around my lips. Caitlyn was right, this was much better, there was obviously a bit of a learning curve to this I thought.

“That’s it, now feel for the little hard lump at the top, you’ll know it when you find it”

I searched around a little and boy was she right, the intense rush I felt when I touched my clit for the first time was incredible. Right away I knew that this was something I would be doing a lot of! It didn’t take long for me to figure out what felt good and within a couple of minutes I was lost in my own world with my eyes closed and my fingers bringing me closer to paradise.

I could feel a pressure building inside me and I was breathing hard and moaning louder and louder.

“Shhhh! Not so loud, you don’t want to wake up mum and dad!”

That gave me a shock, this would not be a good time for them to walk in on us! I tried to stifle my moans by putting a hand over my mouth as I continued to rub my pussy. I could see Caitlyn avidly staring down at me, we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment then she reached out with her other hand and began to tweak my nipples.

That was all it took, I exploded and had to bite down on my hand so I didn’t scream out loud. I thought I was going to turn inside out the feelings were so intense, I had to pull my hand away from my clit almost straight away it was too much for me. I just lay there panting and moaning, then I heard Caitlyn cumming again. She was moaning and pulling on my nipple again and then she just collapsed down beside me, half draping herself over me as we both slowly came back down to earth.

After a couple of minutes we both calmed down and she asked “still think I was having a nightmare?”
I quietly laughed and slipped out of her bed and went back to mine. “Good night Caitlyn, I love you”
“Love you too, Lauren”

Thoughts of that night were running thru my mind as I stroked my clit in the shower, we had never down anything together again. But I never passed up the opportunity to get myself off in the shower or when I was alone. It never seemed to bother Caitlyn though, I would catch her quite often playing with herself in bed or the bathroom.

I decided I had been in the shower long enough and I was getting quite close to cumming but I didn’t want that to happen just yet. I was nervous and excited again, no boy had ever seen me completely naked and the first one was going to be my brother! It was now or never.

“Caitlyn! Can you bring me a towel?” I called out, knowing full well that she was downstairs and couldn’t hear me.

“Caitlyn? Are you there? Caitlyn?!” I called again, then after waiting a moment longer.
“Alex? Can you pass me a towel please? I forgot to get one.”

The room was pretty steamy but I figured he would get a pretty good look, I put one hand over my pussy and the other across my nipples and waited for Alex.

My heart was hammering as the door slowly opened and Alex walked in, he was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt with the towel held in front of him. My pussy twitched as I could see that he had a huge bulge in his shorts that the towel did not hide at all, as it was off to the side and I had a clear view. I waited what felt like an eternity before I decided that he had had enough time to stare.

“Take a picture why don’t you! Quit staring you jerk!”

He went bright red before blurting out “I’m sorry”, throwing the towel across the room and then he scurried back out of the bathroom closing the door behind him. I could barely control my laughing as I turned off the shower and stepped out. I quickly grabbed the towel and began drying off just as Caitlyn walked into the room without knocking.

“Don’t you ever knock?”
“Not when I know it’s you in here. Finished yet? I need a shower too you know?

She started taking her clothes off before I could even reply, she turned away from me and bent over at the waist before pulling down her tights, showing me her butt.

“Nice butt” I said as I slapped it on my way out the door. I could hear her squeal in indignation as I closed the door behind me.

Phase one complete I thought. Alex isn’t going to know what hit him and I wanted more than Dusty could give me. I wanted my brother’s cock and I meant to have it!

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All participants in this story are no younger than 18 years of age.

Warrick heard a knocking at the front door. He cracked his eyes open and squinted into the morning sunlight. It was Saturday, and he had some idea of who could possibly be coming over so early, but he didn’t delight in the commotion she was likely to bring, so he groaned and turned over.

The knocking persisted and Hazel croaked sleepily, “Honey, will you go see who that is?” Warrick sighed, sat up in bed, and stretched. He knew full well who it was. He rubbed his hand lightly on his wife’s naked back for a moment, thinking fondly about the previous night, and then got up to put on his bathrobe.

He smoothed his bedhead over as he descended the stairs to the door. When he opened it, Elsie burst inside. “Hey Warrick! Is Brie awake yet?” she asked brightly.

“Elsie, it’s far too early to be so loud,” Warrick complained.

“Sorry, sir, I’ve been up for two hours now and I’m so bored I’m practically a tree. Can Brie and I play today?”

“I don’t know if she’s awake right now. Brie had a… long day yesterday.” Warrick was a little unsure how to proceed. “You can go up and check on her, but she might not be awake right now. And,” he added, “she might need her privacy, so knock before you go into her room.”

Elsie gave an over-exaggerated salute. “Yes sir!” Then she tromped loudly up the stairs.

Warrick shook his head, wondering how a girl so small could make such a racket. In the back of his mind, he recalled how he had masturbated to her photo in his car the previous day. He felt a little bit self-conscious about his behavior, with her hanging around in person, but at the same time still had to admire her toned, dancer’s figure and matching attitude. Today, she was wearing a floral cotton sundress with opaque black tights and chunky black sneakers. On top of her head was a pair of cheap but stylish-enough sunglasses. She disappeared around the corner and Warrick sighed and went to make some breakfast.

Upstairs, Brie became aware of an approaching maelstrom as she was jarred suddenly out of her slumber. Something was coming her way, but she was barely awake enough to comprehend it.

Ignoring Warrick’s ground rules, Elsie flung open the bedroom door without knocking. “Honey, I’m home!” she shouted.

They heard a muffled shout from Hazel’s bedroom, “Elsie, quiet down! It’s too early for that much noise!” Elsie grimaced at Brie.

Brie squinted at her friend and then stuffed her pillow over her face, “Go away.”

“No way, man,” she countered, “I’m bored and my parents made me go outside.”

“Well, you’re not outside now. Why’d you have to come over here? I’m not even awake yet.”

“Cuz I’m booored,” Elsie repeated. “And it’s Saturday. And you’re my best friend. And best friends go out on Saturdays!” She kicked off her shoes and jumped onto the bed, crawling close to Brie.

Brie sighed, removing the pillow from her face. A smirk betrayed her annoyance, “Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to wake up on my own.”

“Brie, if it were up to you, you’d never wake up.”

Brie shot her tongue out at her best friend. Elsie gave her an air kiss and a wink in return. They both burst into giggles.

When they calmed down, the room got notably quiet. Brie looked away from her friend, blushed, and said, “Well, you should probably leave the room. I need to… get ready.”

Elsie was indignant. “What? I’ve seen you get dressed before. Hell, I’ve helped you!”

“I know, but I don’t mean to get dressed. Now I’ve gotta take care of something first. So I don’t pass out again, remember?”

Elsie’s eyes went wide, “Oooh, right! I can’t believe I wasn’t thinking about that. Well, don’t have too much fun without me,” she joked. She left the room and closed the door behind her.

Brie loaded up a syringe with the syrup she was supposed to take. She squirted it into her mouth and swallowed. The doctor had said that this would help speed the process along, and right away she felt her head get a little bit fuzzier, her loins warmer. Then it was time to make herself cum so that she wouldn’t get distracted and make a fool of herself while she was out with her friend.

Outside, Elsie headed toward the stairs, passing by Warrick’s and Hazel’s room on the way. The door was ajar and she slowed and glanced in as she passed. She saw Brie’s mom had gotten out of bed and was standing at her dresser in her bathrobe, rummaging through the top drawer. Elsie must have been making enough noise because Hazel turned to look at her, catching her eye.

“Oh, good morning Elsie, how’s Brie doing?”

Elsie’s eyes went wide. Hazel’s robe was open, showing Elsie nearly everything. From her soft, voluptuous, bare breasts, down to the cleft of her vagina, Hazel left nothing to the startled girl’s imagination. It’s not that Elsie hadn’t seen naked women before—she had seen her mother, her sister, women on the internet, even Brie—just that she had never seen, or expected to see, Brie’s mother particularly so nonchalant about it. In her hands, the older woman held a pair of delicate panties she had picked out for the day.

Elsie, embarrassed, tore her eyes away from the sight and walked swiftly down the hall to the stairs. “Uh, Brie seems good,” she called back. Her cheeks burned hot as she recalled the sight. That was amazing, she thought.

Once she was downstairs, she padded into the kitchen and slipped onto a stool near where Warrick was mixing up some pancake batter in his own bathrobe. She was glad that his was tied closed. She didn’t want to see both of Brie’s parents in the buff, especially since Warrick was a male. She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled loudly, startling the man.

“Jesus, Els, where did you come from?”

Elsie giggled, relieved to have some levity to break the tension she was holding in her chest. “From upstairs!”

“I swear, that’s the quietest you’ve been in your entire life, young lady.” Elsie grinned through squinted eyes, then stuck out her tongue. “How’s Brie, kiddo?”

“She’s good. Are you making pancakes?”

Warrick gestured to the bowl of batter, “What does it look like?”

“Looks like a mess,” Elsie taunted.

Warrick shot a glare at Elsie and she giggled again. “Why you little b—” Warrick halted and Elsie feigned shock at the word he could have finished his sentence with. “I’ll make a mess of you, little girl!” And with that, he lifted the wooden mixing spoon out of the bowl and flicked it at Elsie. A glob of pancake batter splattered across her face and she shrieked. Warrick laughed, “Take that!” He flicked it again, another stream of batter flying. “And that!”

“Ooh! You got it in my hair,” Elsie recoiled and whined. But she doubled back, leaning forward, opening her mouth wide. “In my mouth! In my mouth!” she exclaimed. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Warrick was suddenly struck by the sight in front of him. Brie’s young friend sat forward, mouth agape, sticky fluid streaked across her pretty little face, asking for more in her mouth. He flashed back to the streaks he left on the photo of her and Brie that he had used the morning before. It didn’t take much time for a tent to form underneath his robe. Luckily, the girl’s eyes were closed, so he was able to quickly adjust himself without her noticing. “In your mouth, huh?”

“Uh huh,” she giggled without pulling her tongue in or closing her mouth.

Warrick knew the thoughts filling his head were taboo, but he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He moved closer to her and put one hand on the top of her head, pushing it back. “Alright, lean back and keep your mouth open.”

She smiled and said, “Ahh.”

Warrick brought the batter-covered spoon over her mouth and flicked it gently. Slowly, the viscous batter oozed off and dripped into her mouth. Elsie groaned with pleasure as it collected in her mouth and dripped onto her chin. After a few moments of memorizing the sight, Warrick let go of the girl and she opened her eyes and swallowed.

“Yum! That tastes good,” she smiled.

“I’m sure it does,” Warrick replied and swallowed hard. Elsie collected what remained on her face onto her fingers and sucked them dry.

“In my mouth! In my mouth!” they heard from the stairs. “What on earth is going on down here?” Hazel inquired. Warrick turned red. He knew she had heard the same things he had.

Hazel appeared in the doorway. Elsie was glad that she was wearing short shorts and an oversized tee-shirt instead of an open bathrobe. She got up and rushed to meet Hazel by the kitchen door. “He got it in my hair!” she exclaimed.

“He did? I hate it when that happens,” she said with a laugh. Warrick choked and shot a glance at his wife. With her finger, Hazel wiped up some of the remaining batter from Elsie’s hair and licked it off, winking at Warrick. He tried to maintain his composure, but he was positive his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “There we go, all cleaned up now. Go take a seat at the table. Brie should be down soon.” Elsie left for the neighboring room.

Warrick retreated, turning toward the counter, and began pouring the pancake batter onto the hot griddle. Hazel approached. “And what about you?” She wrapped her arms around him from behind.

He leaned back into her. “What about me, dear?”

“Are you all cleaned up?” She reached down into his robe and clutched his hard cock. “Oh my, someone’s a little dirty,” she chided quietly into his ear. Warrick didn’t know how to respond. She brushed her hand along its length until she got to the top. She felt his warm pre-cum oozing from the slit. Loud enough for Elsie to hear, she said, “Looks like someone’s got a little batter on himself, too.” She gathered it together on her fingers and then lewdly sucked them clean next to his ear. “There we go, you’re all cleaned up, too.” And with that, she released her grip, kissed him on the cheek, and started gathering up table settings.

Warrick was a bit confused, but a large part of him was so turned on that he wanted to just bend his wife over the kitchen counter and take her right there. Of course, he knew he couldn’t with Elsie just in the next room over. Or his daughter upstairs, for that matter.

“Morning dad,” he heard from behind him.

“Oh, morning honey,” Warrick replied, glancing over his shoulder. He saw his daughter in a white, fitted tee shirt and baggy sweatpants. He also thought he could detect a fading sheen of sweat on her face. He assumed she had successfully masturbated for the first time that morning. “You’re not wearing any panties, right?”

“Da-ad,” Brie whined.

“It’s an innocent question, kiddo.” Warrick defended himself. “Gotta follow the doctor’s orders.” He switched subjects to assuage her embarrassment, “Hungry for pancakes?”

“I could eat a whole load!”

“Me too!” called his wife from the other room. He wasn’t sure if she meant that as a double entendre.

“Me three!” finished Elsie.

“Okay, here it comes.”

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“So what are the two of you getting up to today?” Hazel asked as they finished the last of the pancakes.

Elsie piped up, “We’re going to the mall. We’re gonna do some shopping.”

“More like you’re going to do some shopping,” Brie interjected. “Your parents always give you money.”

“Oh is that how it is, my child?” Hazel asked, bemused. “Do I detect a hint of guilt trip?”

“It’s true!” Brie protested, and glanced at Elsie, who just shrugged and swigged her milk.

“Well, in this family, money is earned. I don’t hear you stepping up to do more chores.”

Warrick chimed in, “The car could use a wash.”

“Ugh,” Brie sighed and crossed her arms, “Why did I have to be born into the cheapskate family?”

Her father just chuckled, “Well, the offer’s there if you want to accept.”

Brie rolled her eyes, crammed the last of her pancake in her mouth and spoke through her chewing, “Let’s get out of here, Elsie. I’m ready to go.”

“Right-o!” Elsie slammed her glass on the table and hopped off the chair. “Oh, I left my shoes in your room, I gotta go grab ’em!” She left Brie at the foot of the stairs and trampled noisily up them as Warrick sighed and shook his head, exchanging a knowing smile with his wife.

Elsie reached Brie’s room and bent over to scoop up her shoes. As she turned to leave, she glanced over at the bedsheets. In the middle, a rather large wet patch caught her attention. Surely Brie didn’t wet the bed, she thought.

She recalled the rumor that she heard that Brie had wet herself in the middle of class. But from her own private experiences, she was well aware that girls could produce moisture down below. Plus, there was the fact that she knew that Brie was super-orgasmic. Could that be it? she wondered. Those sheets seemed awful wet to her. She stepped closer to the bed. She sensed a pungent aroma, and felt a wave of intense curiosity.

She climbed up onto the bed to get closer, leaned her head down and drew in the scent. It definitely wasn’t ordinary wet sheets. It smelled similar to the scents that Elsie left on her own fingers. Not the same, but close enough that she knew. She was fascinated and felt her slit seemingly volunteer to add its own contribution to the large spot. Her mind swam, wondering why she felt that way about her best friend’s girlish fluids.

“Elsie! Are you coming?” Brie shouted from the stairs.

Elsie snapped out of her reverie, “Yes, just tying my shoes!” She jammed her sneakers sloppily onto her feet and raced down the hallway. “Let’s go, what are we waiting for?”

Brie smirked mischievously at her friend. “You! I’m waiting for you.”

“I’m ready to go, so let’s go!”

“Bye mom, bye dad!”

“Bye h-honey,” Warrick stammered from the other room. Hazel said nothing. Unknown to the girls, her mouth was full with her husband’s hard-on. But without a further care or concern, the girls burst out of the doorway and into the already hot morning sun.

“How do you get your parents to give you money all the time?”

“I just ask my dad,” Elsie replied.

“That never works for me,” Brie said with consternation.

“If I really want to get what I want, I make sure to call him ‘daddy’. He can almost never resist when I do that. I think it makes him think I’m a kid all over again.”

“I know that trick, too! Too bad it never works when money is involved.”

“Your dad really is a cheapskate!”

“I knooow,” Brie moaned, “It sucks.” She changed the subject, “So what are you gonna buy today?”

“I dunno, I’ll see what’s cool.”

“Elsie, you’ll never be cool,” Brie teased.

Elsie recoiled. “Uh, shut up! Not on a day like today, anyway. Literally. It’s so hot! Why did I decide to wear tights?” she whined.

“Trying too hard to be cool. Like always!”

“We aren’t friends anymore,” Elsie returned, matter-of-factly.

The mall was about a mile away, but it was enough to build up a decent sweat for both of the girls. Brie felt the droplets beading up and running down her lower back. It kind of tickled.

As they neared the entrance, they saw a group their age. Some of them were skulking about in the shade, watching as others practiced skateboarding tricks. Brie felt a little self-conscious. She wasn’t sure what rumors they would be saying about her. Had word gotten around school on Friday? She could barely recall what she had actually done in school the day before. Elsie recognized one of the girls from the next grade up. “Dude, Mia! What are you doing here?”

Mia was a slender girl with much darker skin and a wild, explosion of hair on top. She wore a vintage, threadbare ringer tee that fit tightly across her chest and considerably ripped-up boyfriend jeans. She picked up her skateboard and approached the two. “Whassup, bitches? I’m just hanging with my friends. It’s too nice to be indoors today.”

“Yeah,” conceded Elsie, “except it’s fucking hot out, and we’re both modern girls who like modern conveniences… like air conditioning.”

“Aren’t you fancy?” Mia retorted, arching one eyebrow teasingly. “Well, there ain’t no environment faker than the mall, so you’ve come to the right place, honey.” Mia looked over at Brie and gave her a once over. “Speaking of hot, who’s your friend?”

Brie blushed, at once relieved that nobody seemed to recognize her and flattered that someone who seemed so cool was interested in her.

Elsie clutched her friend’s shoulders, “This is my friend Brie Nova,” she said, and then quickly added, “And you can’t have her. She’s taken!”

Brie stammered at the declaration, “Taken?! By who?”

Elsie smiled broadly at her, then, with a nod in Mia’s direction she stated, “Me!” With that, she turned back to Brie and planted a big, sloppy, wet kiss on her cheek.

Brie shrieked and ducked away, “You’re crazy, Elsie!” Mia and Elsie burst into laughter. Brie came back to give her friend a light shove.

They stood awkwardly for a moment, regaining their composure. Brie felt like she was under a spotlight all of a sudden. She sensed Mia’s eyes boring into her, and her own eyes dodged around, avoiding eye contact with the upperclassman. Finally Mia piped up, “That name, Brie. Say, are you that girl that I heard rumors about at school yesterday?”

“No. I mean, um, I dunno. What rumors?”

“I just heard a bunch of people talking about this girl who took her clothes off in the middle of class. I’m pretty sure the name they were saying was ‘Brie’.”

The poor girl’s body language said everything. There was no way she could lie her way out of it.

“You’re not gonna believe it!” Elsie jumped in, “The doctor said—”

“Elsie! What are you doing?” Brie whispered. She was near tears.

“What? You know they’re already spreading bad rumors about you. I was just going to spread some good ones. Make some people jealous.”

Brie’s bottom lip was quivering. Elsie pressed on, soothingly, “Hell, girl, even I’m super-jealous. You’re gonna be having hyper-sex while all us normies are gonna be doing things like normal.”

“Hyper-sex?” Mia perked up.

“Yeah, dude, you know how some superheroes have heightened senses? Well Brie is like that. But she’s not gonna be an X-Man, she’s gonna be more like… O-Girl, if you know what I mean!”

“That so?” Mia looked toward Brie, who took a deep breath and sighed, eyes locked on her feet. “Damn, girl, I’m am jealous. It’s hard enough for Carter to get me off as it is.”

“Anyway,” Elsie butted back in, “talk about that if you’re gonna be spreading rumors. We’re going shopping.” Elsie herded her friend toward the door.

Mia called after them, “A’ight, peace ladies. You should come around here more often, both of you!”

Hot tears scorched Brie’s cheeks. “I’m soo embarrassed. I’m gonna die!”

“You’re gonna be fine, Brie. Look, you’ve already got Mia on your side, and she’s so cool! And get this, she’s supposedly bisexual.”

Brie turned around and saw Mia talking to her friends. She noted they all turned in her direction, eyes wide. “Really? But she said she was dating someone named Carter.”

“So? That doesn’t make you not bisexual, you idiot!”

Brie smirked, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

“Oh good, a hint of a smile. Maybe we can get back into the shopping mood now. You’ve got Mia on your side; that’s a pretty good start.”

The two girls entered the mall. Frigid air conditioning fought back against the summer sun, blasting across their bodies. Both girls shivered, and Brie’s teeth chattered briefly. She quipped, “I’m so glad we’re heating up the rest of the planet so that we can freeze our boobs off in here.” She could feel the sweat evaporating off her body in the cool, dry air. In fact, it almost tingled. She felt another shiver rise from the small of her back up over her shoulders.

“Maybe tights weren’t such a bad idea after all!” Elsie bragged, “I’m pretty comfy now.”

The girls wandered the mall, window shopping for something that caught their interests. Elsie attempted to catch the eyes of any cute boys she saw, but Brie mostly kept her head down, still a little nervous about anybody who might recognize her from school.

At last, Elsie zeroed in on a store that catered to her tastes. “Ooh, Justine’s Place! Lets go in here. It’s always super-cute and super-cheap, too.” She grabbed Brie’s hand and pulled her inside.

“Aren’t we getting a little old for this store?” Brie thought they had some nice designs, but felt a bit like she was growing out of the style.

“Oh hush, I can still rock it!” Elsie defended. Brie felt a little less out-in-the-open once she was in the store, and so admitted to herself that she didn’t really mind, after all. Inside, they appeared to be the only ones shopping. A single cashier, an older boy, worked the main counter.

They both poked around the racks, while Elsie piled some things up across one arm. “Ooh, don’t you think this is cute? I wonder if this is in my size. Do you think I could pull this off?” For penniless Brie, this was to be only an aspirational exercise.

“C’mon, help me try these on now,” Elsie said, heading for the dressing room.

The cashier boy approached her, “Ready to try those on?”

“Yeah, looks like I’ve got…” she counted the pile on her arm, “seven things.”

“Okay, just put this tag on the outside of your door before you go in.” He handed her the plastic number and wandered away as Elsie stepped in.

She turned and, with a sly smirk, flicked her head at Brie in the direction of open dressing room. “Come help me try these on!” she whispered. Brie grinned, looked around quickly and then dashed into the cubicle with her friend.

“You know they can see our feet, right?”

“Ah, they’re not gonna care, anyway. Besides, it’s not like I’m bringing a boy in here.” Elsie hung up her choices and put them in the order she wanted to try them on.

Up first was a red and black plaid, flared minidress. She flipped her sundress over her head as Brie took a seat on the small bench. That Elsie was topless in front of her was nothing new to Brie. They had been close friends for a long time and, between baths, swimming excursions, sleepovers, and shopping adventures like these, they had seen each other in various states of undress their entire lives.

Elsie lifted the hanger out of the minidress and pulled it over her head. She smoothed the garment down over her body and looked at herself it in the mirror. “Hmm, what do you think?” she questioned thoughtfully.

“I think it looks nice. But you look kind of like a goth in it.”

“Yeah… you’re right. It is black and red, I guess.”

“I bet it would look better with red tights instead of black.”

Elsie cocked her head to the side, considering it. “I’d look like a peony!” she announced. Brie burst into laughter, which caused Elsie to follow suit. “Red tights are too much like midnight mass on Christmas!”

Brie conceded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hmm, what about no tights?” she offered, “What does it look like like that?”

Elsie nodded. “Good call.” With that, she kicked off her sneakers, reached up under the dress, and pulled her tights down her legs. She stepped out of them and again smoothed down the fabric.

“That’s better… buuut… I’ve decided I don’t love it.” Brie nodded in quiet agreement.

Elsie pulled the dress off and, now in just her panties, hung it back on the rack. “Nice underpants,” Brie teased. Elsie glanced down at them. They were geometrically-themed boyshorts in a clashing teal and yellow color scheme. Brie legitimately thought they seemed very trendy.

Elsie looked up at her friend and grinned. “You haven’t seen these before?”

“Not those. Not yet.”

“Hm, I guess I got them last week, probably.”

Brie rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you’re always getting new clothes! I pretty much only get them when back-to-school comes around. And then my parents complain about how much money they have to spend.”

“Oh my god, Brie!” Elsie spoke loudly, “Speaking of your parents, I totally saw your mom naked today!” Suddenly they heard a nearby dressing room door open, which startled them. The two girls froze and watched through the gap at the bottom of their cubicle door as two pairs of feet stepped by. They heard a cough from the cashier boy who had stationed himself close by. He asked apprehensively, “Do, uh, you need me to find another size for you?”

An older woman replied, “No thanks, I think my daughter and I have seen—and heard—enough here.”

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, “Have a nice day.”

Brie reached out and covered her friend’s mouth. “Honestly, Elsie, you’re always so loud! That family and that boy probably heard you.”

“Sorry!” Elsie whispered through Brie’s fingers. She caught a familiar scent on them from earlier in the morning, a scent that matched Brie’s bedsheets, but she was too distracted by her story to give it further thought. She grabbed a tee-shirt from they try-on pile. There was an artistic blue pattern screen-printed on it and overtop was a message that said, “Every day is an adventure.” Her tone turned instantly conversational again, albeit more hushed than before, “But I saw her!”

“So what? I see my mom like that all the time. I’m sure it was an accident.”

“It was an accident! At first. I mean, I didn’t mean to catch her dressing. But then she turned to me and just started talking to me. She didn’t even care that she was naked!”

Brie wasn’t entirely sure what to say, but her head began to swim lightly at the thought. She did think her mother was acting a little strange lately, ever since she got out of the hospital when she helped her masturbate for the first time after the doctor’s diagnosis. “Well, okay, so you’ve seen my mom’s vag now. Welcome to the club.”

Elsie pulled on a blue-patterned ruffled mini-skirt that seemed to be designed to match the top perfectly. “I didn’t just see it, she practically showed it off to me. Oh shit,” she spat. “I’ve got the wrong size; it’s too big. Let me go get a different one.” She bunched up the loose skirt into her hand and pulled it tight around her waist. As she reached for the door, she said, “But I will give her credit. It wasn’t bad. It was…pert.”

Brie guffawed, “What?”

“It was pert!” Elsie chuckled, “Your mom has a pert pussy!”

She pulled open the dressing room door and took a step forward, but stopped short and squeaked. There was the cashier, standing conspicuously close, but notably where they couldn’t have seen him under the door gap. He flushed deeply and cleared his throat, looking nervously around the hallway, “Uh, is there another size I can get you?”

Elsie glared at him and shut the door, “No.”

“Oh–oh–okay, just let me know if you need anything,” he stammered. They heard him walk quickly off.

Elsie frowned at her friend, “The sneak! I think he was eavesdropping on us!” Brie felt her cheeks flush. He had probably overheard about her mom’s strange behavior. She silently despaired at what was her life coming to. Elsie bent over and peaked under the door. “Okay, I think he’s gone. I’ll be right back.” She gripped the too-big skirt around her waste and headed out the door.

While Brie waited, she gazed at the remaining clothing her friend had yet to try on. One was an overly long, military-green shirt with a single button at the top. She liked it and she knew that she and Elsie were similar sizes, though her friend was slightly smaller than her. She decided that even though she couldn’t afford it on her own, she wanted to see how she looked in the shirt. She was attempting to distract herself from her thoughts. Thoughts about her mother’s strange interaction with her friend. Was it really true? Why did she do it? Was it a misunderstanding? Either way, Elsie didn’t seem to mind. And there was something about it that Brie was desperate to normalize.

She stripped off her top and momentarily the cool air of the shop caressed her naked torso. A shiver raced through her as her nipples stood at attention. Her skin began to shine with a faint glimmer of sweat and her vagina suddenly felt a little bit dewy. She thought that she’d soon have to take a personal break, to take care of herself, per the doctor’s orders. She wasn’t sure where she could do that at the mall, so she put it out of her mind, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head. It would have to wait for home. She put on the shirt, pulling it over her breasts, down her waist, and just over her hips. It really was quite a long shirt, she realized, but it was tight. It clung to her moistened skin and even with her slight frame, it was a bit of a struggle.

The door swung opened suddenly, startling the poor girl. “I’m back, bitch!” Elsie shouted in her patently loud way. In one hand she had a new skirt and with the other, she loosened her grip on the bunched-up over-sized garment she was currently trying on. She shimmied her hips and, as it drifted off her waist and down to the ground, she looked Brie up and down in the new shirt. “Nice! That’s looking pretty good!”

“I think it’s a little small.”

“Well, let’s see the real deal, first!”

“What do you mean?” Brie frowned.

“The way it’s supposed to look!” Elsie said matter-of-factly. “Take off your pants.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a shirt-dress, you idiot. You’re not supposed to wear pants with it.”

“Oh! I knew that,” Brie lied through the fog that was quickly collecting in her head.

“Honestly, you’d be a fashion nightmare without me, Brie. Those sweats are bad enough.” Brie shot out her tongue and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and dropped them over her hips and down to the floor. She tugged at the hem of the shirtdress to make sure it covered her. The cool, processed air of the store battled against the rapidly building heat of her exposed cunt.

“Not bad, not bad,” Elsie observed thoughtfully. “How’s it feel?”

Brie wrinkled her nose and shifted around. “Still tight.” She turned slowly, and stiffly, like an exaggerated robot. When she was facing away from her friend, she breathed deeply and declared, “I don’t think it will even keep my bottom covered. Check it out.” She bent suddenly over, and the hem of the dress flipped up over her round, bare cheeks, exposing herself to her friend.

Elsie’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit.” She was stunned by her friend’s sudden daringness and stared at the display. She was long familiar with Brie’s naked body, but today, something seemed different. Her pussy lips were puffy and rosy, and they had a slight sheen of moisture in the harsh light of the dressing room.

Brie, herself, was a little unsure of what she was doing. She felt simultaneously more free and quite out of control. It frightened her, but she liked it. A bead of fluid formed at the top of her crevice and rolled down her slit, eventually dotting onto the floor. She could see her friend’s expression via the mirror on the back wall of the dressing room, and noted Elsie’s curious fascination. This caused her insides to oil up even more, yet her throat was parched. “Is this what my mom showed you?” she asked huskily.

After a moment, Elsie spoke, hushed, “Well yes… and no.”

Brie fought back for control of herself and turned around and sat down, bare-ass on the wooden bench. She pulled the shirtdress’s hem down over her crotch, hiding her slit. Feeling some amount of embarrassment washing over her, she sat in awkward silence.

Elsie began to understand the rumors she heard in school the day before. Brie seemed momentarily like she wasn’t cognizant of the real world. Elsie was partly concerned, but felt incredibly curious about the whole scenario. She finally broke the tensions with a warm smile. Clearing her throat, she teased, “Nice underpants, Brie.”

Brie was thankful for the joke. She licked her tingly lips and put her head in her hands, “I knowww, I’m not supposed to wear them anymore. They can… set me off I guess. I just want to wear cute panties again, like you have!”

“Don’t worry about it, kid.” Elsie sat down next to her friend and rubbed her shoulders gently. Brie cooed at the personal attention. She was feeling a great deal of affection toward her friend, despite the self-imposed humiliation. “I do love me some cute panties,” Elsie continued, “but a close second is not wearing any underwear at all! I think that’s why my mom kicks me and my sister out of the house on Saturdays, just so we’ll have to get dressed! At least you’ve got a good medical excuse.” She changed the subject, “So, the dress is too small. That’s easy to fix. I’ll just go grab you the next size up.”

Brie cuddled inside of her friend, feeling infatuated with her attention. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. I can’t buy it, anyway.”

Elsie grabbed the tag and turned it over in her fingers. “Yer in luck. It’s on sale, and I’ve got Daddy’s cash. I’ll buy it for you!”

Elsie got up and started to step into her new skirt size, but a daring idea grew quickly in her head. She wasn’t sure if she was feeling solidarity for her friend’s embarrassment, or if Brie’s actions had kindled something deep inside her, but whatever it was, she felt like being impulsive.

She grinned at Brie, “Hey, that guy, the eavesdropping cashier. If he wants a story to tell to his friends, I bet I can give him a better one than your mom’s pert pussy.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Watch this…” she once again let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped out of it. She cracked the door open and scoped out what she could see of the rest of the store. “Looks like we’re all alone in here.” At that, she opened the door and walked out into the dressing room hallway in nothing but a tee-shirt and her panties.

Brie couldn’t believe it, but didn’t dare make any noise beyond a tiny squeak. Elsie padded slowly out into the main part of the store, sneaking around clothing racks so as not to be seen. The undressed girl felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her ears felt like they were full of cotton and her mouth was a desert. But her pussy dripped inside her exposed panties.

She slowly and deliberately snaked her way among the clothing racks, ducking behind them whenever the cashier boy seemed like he would spot her exposed panties.

Brie, too, felt excitement deep inside her core. She couldn’t believe what her friend was doing. At one point, Elsie moved out of the view where Brie could see from her vantage. So she pulled the tiny shirtdress back down over her ass and she, too, exited the dressing cubicle and moved down the hallway toward the main store. But unlike Elsie, she dared not venture any further.

The store itself was quiet, but the mall still bustled outside. At one point, an older couple walked by. The man was on the window side and he peered in casually. He did a double-take when he saw a young, pantsless girl padding around the floor of this fashion store. Elsie didn’t notice him at all, but Brie could see him from her vantage. Her heart leapt in her chest. She was sure they were going to get in trouble. Instead, the man did nothing, only craned his neck to watch for as long as he could during their brief pass-by.

All the adrenaline was causing Brie to lose her mind. She leaned against the cool, metal doorway of the hall and began to absent-mindedly reach under the short dress and caress her mound as she watched. She could feel her thighs getting slick with sweat and girl cum. Her cheeks burned and her breathing became labored. Her vision tunneled to focus on her friend’s risqué actions. Her legs trembled and she whimpered quietly.

At last Elsie reached the rack with the shirt-dresses on it. Making sure to position herself behind the rack from the cashier’s perspective, she browsed through and found the size that Brie needed and then began to venture back. She spotted Brie watching her from the doorway. But she almost felt like her friend was watching from a different dimension. Brie seemed to be looking at her and through her at the same time. Elsie also noted that one of her hands was moving slowly up underneath the dress. She could barely believe her friend was fingering herself in front of her, and there in the store, yet it helped to validate Elsie’s own confused feelings of eroticism toward her friend that were quickly building.

She strategically worked her way back toward the dressing area, but just before she got back, the cashier boy turned completely away from her. Elsie noticed and then, out of nowhere a naughty idea popped into her head. With a quick leer in Brie’s direction, she found courage to take her risky behavior one step further.

From the middle of the shop floor and with her back facing the cashier, she yanked her panties down and bent over, mooning the boy without his knowledge. She watched as Brie’s eyes went wide.

The girl’s careful self-caress turned into masturbation in earnest as she watched her friend bent over bare-assed in a public venue. Her fingers danced through her slick, velvety folds. She melted down the door frame as her legs failed to support her. She stifled a moan.

Elsie leered at her friend and gave a wiggle of her ass in the direction of the cashier when she suddenly heard voices at the entrance of the store. “Mommy, let’s look in here! This is my favorite store.” This spooked her and she jolted up, yanking her panties back up into her crotch.

The cashier boy turned to greet the customers and Elsie bolted back to the dressing rooms, bare feet slapping against the tile. The commotion caught his attention, however, and he turned and watched a pair of teal and yellow panties and skinny legs disappear around the corner. He sighed to himself, knowing he missed a good story that he could tell his friends.

Elsie had grabbed Brie by the shoulders and practically dragged her on her way by back into their private cubicle. “Holy shit, that was fun! I can’t believe I did that!”

But Brie wasn’t paying attention. She was no longer in the dressing room, she was on another plane. She sat on the ground, legs splayed out. The too-tight shirtdress was hiked over her bare hips and she frigged her slick pussy mercilessly. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned loudly.

“Shh! Oh my god, Brie, you can’t—” but Elsie knew it wouldn’t help. She bent over and picked her friend off the ground and sat her on the changing bench so nobody wandering by would see her working herself off through the door gap. A viscous fluid seemed to pump slowly out of her vagina, coating her inner thighs and dripping down toward her knees. Some of it flowed out onto the wooden bench and dotted onto the floor.

Brie babbled incoherently and Elsie knew she had to do something to keep her quiet. As her friend writhed and slid around on the bench, she climbed onto Brie’s lap and straddled it to keep her from sliding off, and then covered her mouth with her hand. This did seem to keep the noise down, though it made the sticky sounds of Brie’s lascivious actions sound more apparent.

And while Brie’s fingers flicked against her slippery clit, the back of her hand now also battered against Elsie’s own straddling mound. The whole experience was becoming too much for poor Elsie and she, too found herself stifling her own moans with her remaining free hand.

They remained there together, quietly mewling. Elsie subtly began to hump her hips in rhythm with Brie’s hand, her own hands clasped over both of their mouths. Brie was at last ready. She suddenly stiffened up and cried out through Elsie’s fingers, “Fuuuck.” The world around her disappeared and she swayed limply against the wall of the changing cubicle. Her hand moved rapidly along her drenched slit. The fluids now squirted out of her, into the air, and soaked Elsie’s straddling panties that hovered over her crotch. Her whole body slid and twitched until she was laying on the small bench, squirming wildly.

Elsie sat down onto Brie, humping her own pussy into the back of Brie’s hand, while trying to keep the two of them quiet. Brie’s orgasm was beginning to recede, and she began to regain control, but she wasn’t ready to return to Earth yet. She twisted her masturbating hand until it faced palm up, and she pressed her thumb into the crease in Elsie’s panties. Elsie squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled sharply as the girl found her clit. “Fuck!” The underwear was soaking from both Elsie’s fluids and the spray of Brie’s climax. Brie’s fingers felt for the edge of her friend’s panties and slipped underneath. Elsie’s smooth crack was already plenty slick from her copious lubrication. Brie’s probing fingers easily found their target and dipped deep into Elsie’s hole.

Elsie whined in pleasure and began thrusting her hips onto her friend’s hand. In and out Brie’s fingers pumped, treating Elsie to a brand new experience: getting finger-banged by another person.

Brie’s mind began to clear, and her vision became less hazy. She quieted down and Elsie removed her hand from her mouth. Brie became acutely aware that her friend, her best friend of many years, was having sex with her. She could barely remember how she got here. Yet she found she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. She thought about stopping her, but as she looked up into Elsie’s eyes, her gaze was returned with pure lust. She felt like she was seeing the scene with new eyes, and the eroticism of fingering her best friend in a mall dressing room pulled her back into a reverie.

Elsie looked down into her friend’s eyes and bit her lip. “Faster,” she whispered. Brie obliged and pumped her fingers into her friend’s pussy with more speed. Her experience with sex was limited to her own adventures in self-discovery, but she could tell that Elsie was close.

Again Elsie moaned out, perhaps a bit too loudly, and so, to censor herself, she leaned down and locked her lips with Brie. This surprise was enough to send Brie back over the edge. As she cummed again, the sight of Brie’s twisted face, and the feel of another shower of cum against her thighs along with Brie’s wild fingers, were too much for Elsie, and she began to cum along with her. They were as quiet as they could manage, blissfully bawling into each others’ mouths, both thrusting their hips wildly, crashing into each other with loud slaps.

At last they had reached their climax, and the headiness slowly dissipated. Elsie slumped over onto her friend, laying her head on her heaving chest. Their sanity began to creep back, as did their normal breathing. Brie came out of her preoccupation and wondered what this meant for the two of them. Again, she felt ashamed that she had lost control, but yet this time here was Elsie, in a similar state of undress, having achieved a similar state of ecstasy. They were in it together, it seemed.

Elsie laid on her friend a while before she broke out into a giggle and craned her neck up to catch Brie’s eyes. “That was good for me. I can’t imagine how it felt for you, Super-orgasm Girl. That was crazy!”

Brie blushed, “Yeah, it was good for me, too, but it somehow already seems like a dream.”

“Well, you looked like you were in a dream world. Hyper-sex!”

They laid there a moment longer while the tingles left their lips before Brie spoke up, “We should probably get out of here.”

“Yeah, we should get these back on the racks. Luckily you didn’t soak anything we don’t already own.”

Brie peeled off the sweaty shirtdress she was wearing. “Not quite.” She picked up the skirt that Elsie going to try on. It was blotched from the fountain of cum that had drained from her.

“Fuck it, I’ll wear it out of the store,” said Elsie, yanking the tag off of it along with the one on her own damp tee-shirt.

Brie pulled on her original outfit and as she pulled her sweatpants on over her bottom, she noticed that a pair of eyes were staring at her. She jumped with a start. A blonde girl with big eyes was peering underneath the door. Brie figured that it must have been the one who came in with her mother. Brie asked, “How long have you been standing there?”

From off in the distance she heard the mother’s voice, “Fiona, are you spying? How many times have we talked about this? Come in here and help mommy try this on.” Without a word, Fiona jumped up and ran down into the dressing room hallway.

Elsie grinned wickedly at Brie and said quietly, “I hope they don’t end up in the same spot we did, ‘helping’ each other.” Brie blushed again and whacked her friend lightly with the back of her hand.

They exited their cubicle and Elsie’s sneakers nearly slipped in the puddle that Brie left behind. They hung the unwanted pieces on the return rack and Brie hoped the sweat-soaked, ill-fitting shirtdress would air out before the cashier had to restock it. She blushed at the thought of him discovering her scent on the fabric.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” the boy asked with a hard stare.

Elsie grinned, “Oh… we discovered a lot. But we’re only buying these three things.” She handed him Brie’s new dress and two moist tags. After she paid up, they dumped what they weren’t wearing into their shopping bag and left the store.

Elsie guffawed in the mall walkway. “Did you see the expression on his face? He looked like he was trying to find out what we were doing just by wishing hard enough.” She inhaled deeply. “What a thrill!”

“I’m glad to see you’re still filled with energy,” Brie yawned, “I’m exhausted.”

“I’m not tired, but I sure am hungry.”

“Me, too. Let’s get something at the food court.”

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Next: Elsie shares a story about her sister, the girls meet some boys, and they find Mia at the pool! But do Mom and Dad really have to come, too?

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The future bride’s gown fitting gets her the release she needs.

Brenna sat in the passenger seat of her mother’s Volvo as she headed into a small town, that Brenna had never seen before. Her mom seemed to know the way. She pulled into a small complex of tiny stores that looked like little cottages.

Brenna got out of the car, just as the second car with her aunt and hot little Christy pulled in. Brenna walked into the store. The blast of white lace hit her eyes like a fiery sun. She had never been in a room where everything was white. There were a few ivory and cream colored dresses, but just the complete lack of color was startling to her. She was a bit overwhelmed.

There were racks on all sides of her. They didn’t even seem to be sorted by size, but by some crazy order that she would never understand.

“The bridal party dresses are in the building down the way,” said the voice of a woman who came from behind a beaded curtain. The woman was rather tall. Brenna guesstimated that she was about 5’9”. She had curly raven-black hair, pale-ish skin, but very pretty. She was thin, but not so you’d notice. She had very pretty blue eyes. Brenna guessed that she was in her late 30s early 40s. She was an attractive woman certainly, and had a certain presence.

“Are you Katerina?” asked her mother.

“I am indeed. And you must be Mrs. Taylor,” she turned towards Brenna, “And you must be Brenna. Your mother described you, but she did not do you justice.”

Brenna blushed, “How did you know I was the bride-to-be?”

Katerina laughed, “Because you are the only one who is nervous.”

Brenna smiled. Katerina made her feel very comfortable.

“If I might suggest, that Mrs. Taylor and Brenna remain in the shop, and you and everyone else, please go on down and look at the dress shop on the way. We only need a few chefs in this kitchen,” said Katerina shoeing them on.

Much to Brenna’s surprise the rest of the party actually left the shop. Even her pushy aunt and bratty cousin, who never listened to anyone, went along quietly.

Katerina turned to Brenna, “Let’s start with you, my dear. Do you have any ideas for your wedding gown. It’s fine if you don’t, because I can certainly help if you don’t. And please, don’t be shy.”

“It can be a bit overwhelming, dear. Let me help. Laura!” she cried out.

A pretty blonde girl, around Brenna’s age came through the curtain, she smiled at Brenna and her mother. She was a little shorter than Brenna, with tan features, and not quite as busty.

“Yes, Miss Kat?” she asked.

“I need you to help Brenna with some decisions. I am trying to find the right dress for her. You will explain better than I would.”

“Sure thing, Miss Kat,” Laura replied.

Laura looked at three dresses.

“Okay, the one on the left is going to be very high up your chest. I would imagine you have nice cleavage, and you don’t want to completely hide it away, do you?”

Brenna was getting turned on by how this girl looked at her. She just shook her head.

Laura helped her go through about twelve more dresses, til they came down to two dresses.

“Two is a good number,” said Laura, “plus you still need to try it on.”

Laura led Brenna to a changing room.

“Now, you’re just going to put it on over your clothes. We’re just trying to see how the gown lays on your body. You might want to take your jeans off, but otherwise you should be fine. Do you want some help?”

Brenna was unsure, but Laura was the type who made you feel more at ease. She nodded, and Laura came in with her.

Brenna kicked off her flip-flops, and started to unhook her jeans. She slid them down. She caught Laura’s look at her big white cotton briefs. She didn’t know anyone was going to see her underwear, even this assistant girl. She started to get red.

“Oh please, don’t get embarassed. I have a pair of red underwear that has so many holes it looks like Swiss Cheese. Probably just grabbed the first pair in the drawer, right?”

Brenna nodded. “I just didn’t expect.”

“No one does, sweetie.”

Brenna put the dress over her head and let it lay across her body. It felt bulky and cumbersome. Laura helped her with the buttons.

“Well, let’s go out and show Miss Kat, but I already know that Kat isn’t going to like it.”

Laura led her out of the dressing room. Brenna felt very awkward. There was no flow to the dress whatsoever. She nearly tripped over the skirt, and everything felt off.

“No no no…” said Katerina.
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“Brenna do you feel comfortable?”

Brenna paused, because she didn’t want to not be comfortable, and she certainly wasn’t. But by the same token she didn’t want to not fit into a dress.

“Be honest, girl!” said Katerina.

“No, this… this just doesn’t feel right. I can’t even really explain it. I just feel off. Maybe I just need to lose some weight.”

“No, my dear. Your dress should feel correct today. You can lose weight for the wedding, and if you want to look better for photographs, but the dress is the dress. Laura, take her back and try on the other.”

Laura led Brenna back, and helped her take the dress off.

“How did you start working here,” asked Brenna.
“Oh… well I got fitted here, for my wedding,” replied Laura.

“Wow, I bet your wedding was really nice.”

“Oh, I didn’t get married. My fiancée and I called it off, for various reasons. I didn’t want to get married to him, anymore, really.”

“Oh ok.”

“And then I needed a job, and I remembered how much fun I had here when I got fitted.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, it’s not so bad, once you get over the initial decision. And I asked Miss Kat if I could work here. And she hired me on the spot.”

Laura helped pull the other dress over Brenna’s head. She smiled the second it fell across her shoulders.

“Oh! That’s it!”

“Really?” asked Brenna surprised.

“How does it feel.”

Brenna hadn’t noticed how it felt, which she guessed was a good sign. She turned and tried to twirl in the dressing room. It fell off her shoulders a bit, and the skirt was too long, but it felt better, it moved better.

“It feels better. Like I can move in it.”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed, “We found it!”

She led Brenna back out to her mother and Katerina. Katerina’s face lit up when she saw Brenna in the dress.

, “When you find the right dress,” said Katerina, “There is no need to look further.”

Laura led her back to the dressing room and helped her get changed back into her jeans and top. She bagged the dress, and put it on a hanger. She marked it with Brenna’s name.
“Trust me,” said Laura, “No one else is even going to see that dress, until you walk down the aisle.

Brenna replied, “Thanks for your help.”

Katerina led then lead Brenna to a back room.

Brenna felt very comfortable around Katerina, and to a lesser degree around Laura. Then two attendants came in at that moment, and she started to feel uncomfortable again.

“Brenna, relax. These are my three assistants. Maria is an expert tailor, she’s just about your age as well. She’s been working for me since she was 16. And this is Ellen, she’s our embroidery girl and accessories. She helps Maria with making sure everything matches. And you have already met Laura. Laura will get you anything you want.”

Maria placed her hands gently on Brenna’s shoulders and led her to a chair. Laura handed her a cup of tea. Brenna sipped the tea, and it made her feel better. Ellen got onto the ground and started to take off Brenna’s shoes and socks.

“Um, Kat… What… what happens next.”

“Well, just sit there and relax. The girls will help you get undressed. Enjoy your tea. They tend to take care of everything.”

Ellen massaged her feet as she pulled her socks off of her feet. It felt wonderful. The tea and the warm air in this back room made her very comfortable. Maria started to unbutton her vest, helping her out of it.

“I’m not sure I wore the right…. I mean if I wear a push-up bra, will that…”

“Dear, we take care of everything with your dress. Your bra, panties, slip, garters, stockings, petticoat, bodice, dress, veil… everything…

Maria helped her vest out of her arms, as Brenna realized what Katerina had said. Maria started to unbutton her top, as Ellen continued to massage her feet, pulling them closer to her body.

“But what… I have bras at home, that….”

“This is your special day, Brenna. You are going to be properly fitted. And I promise that you will like what we get for you. It is all about the customer. But we have never had any complaints.”

Brenna’s blouse was being opened. Her lavender bra revealed. Ellen massaged up Brenna’s leg, and gently and friendly like rubbed her leg.

Laura came over with a cookie and a few pieces of chocolate on a very pretty plate, “I know it’s really overwhelming at first,” said Laura, “But we are here to pamper you, and make you comfortable. But Kat really knows what’s best, and we are all really good. But it’s about you!”

“It’s just weird, being undressed like this. I just feel self-conscious, like I’m on display,” said Brenna, as her blouse was gently tugged off her shoulders.

“Here eat the cookie. I baked them myself,” said Laura.

Brenna ate the cookie and it was good to have something in her stomach. The sugar and butter made things more pleasant. She had never been so warm and relaxed when getting a dress. Laura helped her to her feet, and hugged her. Brenna embraced Laura back. This was getting very pleasant.

Ellen reached up and slowly unbuttoned Brenna’s jeans, and unzipped them. Laura hugged her the whole time, and Brenna barely felt it when the pants fell off her hips.

“I should be embarrassed, I guess,” said Brenna.

“Well,” said Laura, “it is really warm here, so that helps. Plus, we’re all girls here. We’ve seen gorgeous models and old women all come in here. There’s no secrets. You have to feel comfortable, you have to feel relaxed, you have to feel pretty and sexy… all at the same time. Or else we can’t find the best dress for you.”

“I guess. I still feel alone.”

“I can help with that too!” exclaimed Laura. She started to take her sweater off of her chest.

“What are you doing?” demanded Brenna, taken aback.

“Laura is getting changed, “ said Katerina, “She will try on wedding dresses as well. Many girls feel more comfortable when they aren’t the only one in the room going through this. Plus, you don’t seem the jealous, intimidated type.”

“Here, you can help,” said Laura, and let Brenna undo a few of the buttons on her top. As Brenna looked at her, she laughed and gave her a big hug.

“See, fun!”

Laura had on a plain white bra that seemed to de-emphasize her bosom. She stepped out of her jeans and was wearing plain white panties.

“Your undies are so much cuter,” said Laura.

“Um, thanks,” said Brenna.
Ellen came up behind Brenna and Maria came behind Laura, and they unhooked their bras. Slowly they were pushed off of the girl’s shoulders.

Katerina now stepped between both of them and pulled out a tape measure. “This is what I will do. I measure a girl’s chest, so I can ensure that the bra and the bodice are the right fit.” she said.

She ran the tape measure over Laura’s shoulders. She then ran it across her chest, the tape measure crossing Laura’s nipples. She then ran it across Laura’s stomach. She then measured from the bottom of Laura’s navel to the bottom of her neckline.

“Once I’ve made my measurements, I then measure bra cup size,” said Katerina. She then reached forward and gently placed her hands over Laura’s breasts. She maneuvered her hands around, lightly squeezing the entire breast.

Then, she got down on her knees, and said to Brenna, “Then I measure your legs for the slip, the petticoat, panties, and gown. “ She ran the tape measure from the bottom of Laura’s ankle, up to the top of her waist. Then, from her knee to the top of her waist. Then from Laura’s navel to the top of her knees. Then measured from the thigh down to her toes.

Katerina then pulled Laura’s underwear down to the ground, where Laura stepped out of them. Brenna blushed a little, as Katerina measured around Laura’s butt. Brenna noticed that Laura shaved her pubic hair, and that made her feel silly.

Katerina stood up and came over to Brenna. Brenna backed up a little, slightly worried. Laura joined the two of them.
“It’s okay, Brenna. You are among friends.”

“It’s not that, I just… get… a little.”

Laura didn’t allow her to finish, she pulled her into a hug. Brenna felt Laura’s body against hers. It was totally comfortable. She enjoyed it for what it was. Katerina came behind Brenna and started to pull her underwear down. Brenna tried not to react, but her butt was covered in goose bumps.

Katerina grabbed the tape measure and went around Brenna’s shoulders. She then wrapped it around Brenna’s bust, and brought it to the back. She muttered both times to Maria, and Brenna started to be nervous.

“Don’t be nervous,” said Laura, “it doesn’t even translate to dress sizes or anything. Kat and Maria have their own system. You just need to get in the spirit of things.”

Katerina knelt down in front of Brenna, as Laura massaged her shoulders. She ran the tape measure from her feet to the top of her knees.

“That’s for your stockings,” whispered Laura, and her hand started to rub Brenna’s back. Laura’s hands were warm against Brenna’s flesh.

Katerina ran the tape measure from Brenna’s thigh up to her tummy.

“That’s for your garter belt,” whispered Laura, and her hand circled Brenna’s back.
Katerina took the tape measure and ran it around Brenna’s hips, around the back of her butt.

“That’s to get the proper size for your slip and petticoat,” said Laura as her hands scratched at her flesh in pleasant levels

“Open your legs,” said Katerina. Brenna was started to her the command.

“Open your legs, please,” repeated Katerina, as Brenna’s little movement wasn’t enough, apparently for Kat.

Brenna opened her legs farther, and she was embarrassed that her genitals were now on display for everyone to see.

“Now, do you want to wear a thong or bikini panties?” asked Katerina.
“Um, bikinis,” whispered Brenna.

Katerina briefly touched the bushy hair of Brenna’s pubis. “You’ll probably want to shave then. No one is really going to see, but it will make the panties fall better.”

The tingle through her public hair made Brenna react. She tried to stop it, but she could feel the sensation of warmth hit her pussy. She felt a little bit of wetness inside her. Laura’s hand started rubbing her lower back, just above the top of her ass cheeks.

Katerina sniffed at the air, “I’m sorry, Brenna. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

Brenna looked confused, “Huh… wha?”

“Obviously, I made you a little excited with my stimulation. It wasn’t intentional.”

“Oh…” said Brenna, understanding now, “I just get a little… It’s fine… I just get a little excited sometimes. Not used to being naked like this.”

“Well, there’s a problem, though. I can’t have you trying on clothes in your excited state. If you somehow don’t like the material, I can resell existing underwear with someone else’s scent on it.”

Brenna was really confused, but tried to go with it, “Oh, okay. Well, I guess we can…”

Brenna felt Laura’s hand move lower and start to caress her butt. Katerina’s hand cupped her cunt. She shivered with tingly delight.

“Oh god!”

Laura’s hands massaged her butt, opening her cheeks wide, while Kat’s fingers pulled and roamed through her pubis, pulling gently on her pubic hair, then with two fingers she parted Brenna’s moist cunt lips exposing her clit, which stiffened as Katerina blew on the slick nub.
Katerina found her wetness and spread it around her lips, and then circled the protruding clit trapping the nub between fingers and pulling on it, while Laura’s hands rubbed and strayed everywhere over Brenna’s butt cheeks, into her crack, up the back. Massaging, and rubbing, and pleasuring.

They guided her to a long comfy chair, and sat her upon it. Laura climbed into it with her. She hugged and gave her little baby kisses. Laura and Brenna’s boob s pressed together in pure comfort.

Katerina moved her face in between Brenna’s legs and started to kiss at her wet pussy lips, pulling them apart gently with her teeth. Brenna felt her legs shake a little.

Laura whispered in her ear, “Let it go, sweetie. We’re all friends here.”

Brenna opened her legs to Katerina. Wanting the woman to see her cunt. She was to be wearing a wedding dress. She was to be a woman. She wanted this woman who had seen hundreds of women in their gowns, to see her womanhood. Brenna’s pussy dripped with her juices, her cunt lips quivered in anticipation of the touch. She felt Laura’s hands on her breasts
She noticed that Maria had come around to her mouth. Maria opened her mouth and poured cold spring water into it. She was getting so hot internally. The water cooled her off, like jumping in a lake after a sauna.
Then Katerina’s mouth was suddenly inside her cunt twisting deep then line a serpent withdrawing and pushing deeper into her wet hole. Finally Katerina’s tongue danced up and down Brenna’s slick slit her tongue dancing on her swollen clit. The clumsy fumbling Brenna had practiced onother girls was nothing like this. The tongue touched every nerve ending, tingling her with delight, as she gasped and cried and moaned into Laura’s body.
Brenna found Laura’s mouth and kissed her. The kiss was like that of sisters. Kissing sweetly, but completely. The mouths joining as one, not nervous about lingering.

Katerina, now twisted two of her long graceful fingers deep into Brenna’s tight open cunt. Brenna moaned into Laura’s mouth. And immediately began rocking her hips into the forceful fucking fingers, wanting Katerina to take them deeper, to fuck her long and hard. It crossed Brenna’s mind at that point that David had never elicited the kind of raw excitement in her body that she felt now. The attentions of two beautiful women was overwhelming, intoxicating, she wondered why she had never experienced it before.
Katerina’s, fingers moved like pistons in and out of the tight hole of Brenna’s cunt while her tongue and mouth slurped and sucked at the bride-to-be’s throbbing clit. Brenna started to tremble. Laura’s hands pinched Brenna’s nipples then twisted them hard exacting a delicious sting. But it was Katerina that was driving Brenna crazy. The tongue entered her cunt again, as Katerina’s fingers rubbed her clit furiously.

“Yes! Fuck yes eat my cunt, make me cum you hot bitch” Brenna hissed, as she found her mouth between Laura’s breasts, comfortably smothering between them.

Kat’s fingers entered her, and hooked upwards towards to circle the young woman’s G-spot. Brenna screamed and exhaled in pleasure, as Kat’s fingers went in and out faster-and-faster. Maria and Ellen had joined the other women on the sofa, and were caressing Brenna. Their robes feeling so comfortable against her body.

Brenna spread her legs wide. Kat’s fingers mercilessly rubbing the magic spot inside her cunt as her tongue flicked back and forth on her engorged clit. Brenna couldn’t believe the feelings. She couldn’t believe the sensation. She felt the climax building… building… building…
The climax crested like a wave. The intensity scared Brenna for a moment, unsure of how she could react to it. Her legs spread apart as far as they could, her body clenched, then her cunt released a forceful spray of cum that drenched Kat’s face and ricocheted up her heaving, trembling body. She was cumming! She was actually ejaculating! Brenna could feel it flow out of her. She raised her hips to ride the orgasm and more flowed through her.
“Oh fuck yes Brenna,” said Laura licking and sucking cum from Brenna’s navel.
Kat’s face was soaked but undeterred she pressed her fingers again deep into the young woman’s clit and nibbled gently on the pink nub of her clit.
Brenna screamed and Ellen and Maria kneeled by Kat as if to worship her cunt as a second while squirting climes drenched them all. Ellen and Maria, moaned kissing and licking the cum off each other’s faces as Kat continued to lap gently at Brenna’s cunt lips.
For a third time Brenna’s cunt clenched down. The wave ran the length of her body and crashed against her slit. She opened, and another spew of cum gushed form her quivering cunt.

“Oh fuck….Ohhh fuck !” she whimpered in pleasure and exhaustion.

Her body spasmed in pleasure several times. With the four women cradling her. Brenna gasping for breath, the pleasure still tingling through her body.

After a few minutes, Katerina spoke, “Do you feel much better my love?”

Brenna nodded.

“Many brides need the release from all the tension of the whole day. Plus, you need to feel completely sexy in your wedding dress. When you put it on, you will remember the sensations.”
Brenna nodded again, hugging her body in pleasure.

Kat said with a wink before continuing, “I’m going to go tailor your dress. Laura will take you to go get cleaned up.”

Laura led her to a warm back room, the temperature of a warm sauna. Laura took a shower nozzle and sprayed Brenna all over, her fingers washing her everywhere. Laura kissed her as she did this, and Ellen came over and helped dry her off in a towel. They dusted her with a fine perfumed powder all over her body, especially her pussy. They fitted her in a soft cotton robe, before bringing her out to the changing room again.

Katerina had the whole dress and ensemble laid out on a table. The girls helped her put on her bra and panties. Katerina helped with the stockings and the garter belt. The bodice and petticoat were added next. Finally ending with the gown and the train. She did feel sexy in the gown, for the first time, wanting to be in the wedding ceremony.

They brought her over to the mirror, and she looked into it. She couldn’t believe the sight. She didn’t even recognize herself. The pretty gown flowed off her shoulders, and she looked so pretty, regal, and sexy.

Laura whistled appreciatively.

Katerina smiled and looked from behind Brenna like a proud mother, “And this is without hair and makeup. Plus, you still have to come back for a final fitting, the week of the wedding. To make sure you fit properly.”

Brenna turned around in the mirror looking at herself from all angles.

“Plus,” continued Katerina, the four women coming up behind Brenna, “We have to make sure you know how to remove the dress properly.”

Katerina started to kiss Brenna’s neck as she undid the buttons of the gown. Brenna felt the other two move closer, and she once again succumbed to their pampering.

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Older sister helps younger sister during difficult time

Spending a quiet Saturday evening alone at home was nothing new for Jodi Mathews. Ever since she broke up with her girlfriend Alex three months ago, there had been many of these evenings alone. At least she had the company of her cinnamon colored cat Captain Jack Sparrow, named after Johnny Depp’s character in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. The full grown tabby was very affectionate, and often followed her around the house in his unhurried cat way.

The plan for the night was simple yet elegant in Jodi’s eyes. She had already eaten a fabulous candlelight dinner delivered by her favorite restaurant down the street. Her tub was filling with water and bubbles from her favorite lavender scented bubble bath. Her stereo was playing her favorite calming music. And finally, standing on the edge of the tub was her favorite water proof vibrator.

At 28 years old, Jodi had learned a long time ago how to sexually please herself. While every so often a quickie orgasm was nice, she really preferred to take her time with her pleasure, and build up to a crescendo. Setting the mood was important, and that meant shutting off her phone, playing her music, eating her favorite food, soaking in a hot bath, and then wasting away the evening in sexual bliss.

It was a perfect night to stay in anyway, since it had been raining lightly all day and had only recently picked up in intensity. The wind had also picked up and the thought of being out and about on a night like this was not at all a thrilling concept.

Jodi made her way into the steamy bathroom and closed the door behind her. The water in the tub was nearly to the point that she liked, so she flipped the switch on the heat lamps over the tub, then began to disrobe in front of the mirror. It may have sounded funny to some people, but Jodi liked to look at her nude body in the mirror. It wasn’t that she felt her body was perfect, because she would be the first to point out her perceived flaws, but she did have sexy womanly curves, and she had reached an age where she was happy with herself and comfortable in her own skin.

The water had reached a level which put the foamy bubbles at the top edge of the tub, so Jodi reached over and shut the faucet. She picked up her inflatable pillow and her pink vibrator, and stepped into the hot water. As she sank down into the ambrosial foam, she let out a relaxing sigh as she settled in and found a comfortable spot. It was hot, but soothing, and Jodi turned the dial on her vibrator until it was humming with a slow whine. She placed the buzzing phallus on her nipple and began to lightly trace her brown areola in a slow circle. Soon her nipple had swelled with blood and the buzzing was sending tingles through her body and into her pussy.

Jodi enjoyed a lot of nipple play, and could nearly have an orgasm from playing with her nipples only. She had vowed to someday see if she could make herself reach orgasm from nipple play alone. Now however, she really wanted to massage her pussy.

Just after she switched the vibrator to her other nipple, there was a loud knocking from the front door. Jodi opened her eyes and sat up, holding the still buzzing vibrator up over the suds. She sat quietly for a few seconds until the knocking began again, louder this time. “Shit!” she grumbled under her breath, then yelled out, “Go away!”. But again the knocking came, and it was insistent knocking, hard and fast and obviously not about to go away.

Sighing again, this time in frustration and anger, Jodi pulled her legs up and pulled herself up into a standing position as the knocking began once again. She twisted the end of the vibrator until it shut off, then went to set it on the side of the tub. As she set it on the edge, it rolled off the side and dropped into the water, disappearing under the foam. “Damn it!” she swore, “This better be good.”.

The knocking began again, except it was now less of knocking and more of beating on her door. She brushed some frothy foam off her breasts and down her flat belly, then stepped out of the tub, grabbing her towel and brushing more water away as the incessant knocking began anew.

“I’m coming!” she shouted in anger, then grabbed her robe from its hook and walked out of the bathroom as she wrapped the garment around her shoulders and covered her naked body. Her cat crouched for a second, staring at her with wide eyes before scurrying away as she stormed across the room. The banging on the door started again as she padded into the kitchen and snapped, “I hear you damn it!”, flipping the light switch on and walking around the island toward the door.

Throwing the bolt on the door, Jodi sucked in her breath and turned the knob, all ready to tear into whoever had the audacity to disturb her so rudely. She swung the door open wildly, the animosity clearly etched on her face, and shouted “What?!”

The instant Jodi saw who was standing on her stoop soaking wet, the annoyance disappeared and was replaced by affection. “Lexi? My God, come in,” she said to her younger sister.

As the younger Matthews sister stepped into the house, dripping wet and looking like a drowned rat, Jodi quickly noticed two things. First the purple bruise below her right eye, which had nearly nearly swelled shut, and second, the amount of clothing, or lack of clothing, that she was wearing. Lexi had on a half top with short sleeves, that upon closer examination was torn from her left shoulder down to the top of her breast, and a pair of shorts that were barely larger then a pair of panties. She was also shoeless, and Jodi noticed that she was shivering harder then she had ever seen anyone shiver before.

“Jesus Lexi what the hell happened to you?” Jodi asked in alarm, and without thinking about the fact that she was naked, took her robe off and wrapped it around the shivering girls shoulders. “Were you in an accident? Where’s George?” She led her to the couch and sat her down, then wrapped her arms around the girl in an attempt to warm her.

Lexi sat and shook her head back and forth slowly, before answering in a barely audible whisper, “I left George,” then her teeth started to chatter as the shivers took over again.

“You what? You left him? Why?” Jodi asked, pulling away slightly to see her sister’s face. Then, just after the words left her mouth, she knew the answer without hearing it. George had done this to her. He had hit her in the face and she had run from him. “Oh my God, he hit you didn’t he? Lexi, did George hit you?”

Lexi nodded, and her bottom lip, which had been trembling from cold, twisted into a grimace as the tears began to flow and she broke down in a crying fit, laying her head on her sisters chest sobbing loudly.

“I’ll kill the bastard!” Jodi growled, gnashing her teeth. “I’m calling the police,” she said, starting to get up.

“No! No don’t!” Lexi shouted grabbing her sister, “Please, don’t call the police.”

“Lexi, he assaulted you. He can’t get away with this. At least file a report.”

“No…If you call the police, I’ll leave, I swear I’ll walk out again into the rain and I’ll…” she trailed off.

“Lexi, did you walk all the way here from your house?”

“Yes”

“My God, that’s like almost three miles, and in this rain, and barefoot…What were you thinking? You could have died from hypothermia.”

Lexi lowered her head and nodded, still shivering. “I know,” she said, then lifted her head up and added, “Sis, you do realize that you’re naked right?”

Jodi looked down at her body and winced. “Yeah, well I was just relaxing in my bathtub when you started beating my door down.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Wait, that’s perfect…Come with me.” Jodi exclaimed, standing and helping her shaking sister to her feet.

“What’s perfect?” Lexi asked.

“Never mind, just come with me, I’ll get you warmed up in no time.”

Jodi led her sister into the bathroom where the tub sat, still full of water and bubbles. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” she instructed, and began working on pulling Lexi’s top over her head.

“Why sis, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get me naked,” Lexi quipped, as she raised her arms over her head, allowing her older sister to pull her soaking top off.

“Ha ha, very funny squirt,” Jodi retorted. When they were kids, Jodi often called her younger sister ‘squirt’, much to Lexi’s chagrin.

Lexi wasn’t wearing a bra, and Jodi admired her small but perky breasts with nipples stiff as a board from the cold. Even though it was her little sister, Jodi couldn’t help but lick her lips and picture herself latching on to those perfectly formed nipples. It had been a long time since she had made love to a woman after all. She bent down and yanked her sister’s shorts down past her hips until gravity took over and they dropped to the floor with a wet plop, then she began pulling down the skimpy undies. Being wet, they stuck to Lexi’s skin, and Jodi was forced to get down on her knees to work them down her sisters legs.

As Jodi pulled her sisters panties down her moist legs, she couldn’t stop her eyes from inspecting her trimmed bush and pussy lips as she slid the garment past. Lexi had shaved her pubic hair into a heart outline. Jodi felt shame as her mouth watered and impure thoughts raced through her head.

“That’s nice,” Jodi said, motioning to her sister’s pubic region.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to see that,” Lexi sighed.

“It’s kind of hard to miss you know. Especially when it’s all in my face,” Jodi laughed, trying to make light of the situation and get her mind out of the gutter.

“Yeah, I did it for George. I thought he would like it.”

“Did he?”

“He said it made me look like a whore.”

“Figures… Come on, let’s get you in the tub so you’ll warm up,” Jodi instructed.

“I’m sorry I ruined your bath sis,” Lexi apologized as she stepped into the water and lowered herself down. “Oh shit, this feels so good,” she moaned, seemingly melting into the water.

“Don’t apologize, just relax and enjoy it. I’m going to leave you alone, so you can relax, and we’ll talk later.”

“Please don’t leave sis. Just sit with me for awhile,” Lexi begged, reaching for her arm.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” Jodi relented, picking up her robe and slipping it on. Tying it closed not only covered her nakedness, but also went a step toward getting her mind back on track. She knelt down beside the tub and asked, “Are you ready to talk about what happened?”

“Mm, I guess so.” Lexi pushed herself up to more of a sitting position, then her face clouded. “What’s this?” she asked, lifting the vibrator up out of the suds. Upon seeing the adult toy dripping water and foam, her eyes popped open wide and she gasped, “Oh!” then quickly set it on the edge of the tub.

“Oops, I guess you caught me,” Jodi sheepishly admitted, her face turning a few shades redder. “I was alone and bored,” she shrugged.

“And horny apparently,” Lexi added with a smirk.

“I have needs you know,” Jodi smirked right back.

“Hey, it’s cool sis.”

“Yeah… So anyway, changing the subject. What the hell happened tonight?”

So Lexi began to tell her story, and it was about what Jodi expected. George had been drinking most of the day. She did her best to stay away from him when he broke into the hard stuff, because that was when he became belligerent, and could turn violent. Walking on eggshells, Lexi avoided him, hoping that he would pass out. Instead, he began to accuse her of cheating, even though she wasn’t.

“He’s always been paranoid that I would leave him for another man,” Lexi said, “It’s gotten so bad that I can’t even talk to or look at another man without him freaking out. He just started talking about all these random guys, saying that he had seen me checking them out, and that I was probably fucking them. I kept telling him that I wasn’t doing anything, that I loved him and only him, but he got so angry. Before I even knew what happened, he punched me in the face, and threw me down onto the floor. I thought he was going to kill me Jodi, so I pretended that I was unconscious. He left the room, and I ran. I ran into the rain and I heard him screaming after me. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore.”

“Well, I’m glad you got out. Listen, I’m going to go grab something cold for your eye, and something stiff to drink, and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

“Sit tight,” Jodi said, and headed out into the kitchen. Once out of the bathroom, she took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip, wondering what had gotten into her in there. She had been staring at her own sister, the girl she used to baby-sit when she was twelve and Lexi was five. She had given her baths, read stories to her, and tucked her into bed more times than she could count. Time had been very nice to Lexi though, and now, at twenty-one, she had blossomed into a beautiful, blonde haired woman, with a stunning body. “Keep it together Jodi,” she whispered under her breath.

In the freezer, she found a bag of peas that would be perfect to help the swelling, and she also grabbed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She headed back down the hall, her bare feet silently padding along the wood floor, but just as she reached the bathroom door, she stopped in her tracks and listened intently. The whine of her vibrator, which had been left on the side of the tub, could clearly be heard behind the nearly closed door.

Jodi put her face up to the door and peered in through the crack. Lexi was just holding the vibrator in one hand, while adjusting the speed with the other, as if testing the device. At that moment, Lexi glanced up and saw her sister peeking in. “Oh shit, you jumped me!” she exclaimed, shutting off the toy and placing it back on the edge of the tub.

Feeling a bit sheepish for spying on her own sister and getting caught, Jodi pushed the door open and stepped into the room. “Sorry, I heard the buzzing and didn’t want to disturb you if you were…you know.”

“You think I would masturbate in your tub when I knew you were coming right back in?”

“Well…I would hope not, but I wasn’t quite sure.”

“I just wanted to see how powerful it was. I wouldn’t use it on myself anyway, it’s your toy.”

“I keep it clean enough sis. If you really wanted to try it out, you could you know,” Jodi said matter-of-factly as she handed the bag of peas over. “Put those on your face for the swelling.”

“Thanks…” She tilted her head back and laid the bag of peas over the side of her face. “So… you wouldn’t be weirded out by your own sister using your vibrator to masturbate?” she asked.

“Why should I be?”

“I don’t know, just because I’m your sister I guess.”

“Well, I don’t have a problem if you want to try it. You can take it to bed with you tonight if you want.”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds as Jodi’s dirty mind pictured Lexi’s naked body squirming around while she used a vibrator on her clitoris. It was a vivid image and was only broken up when Lexi finally spoke.

“Are you gonna pour us a glass of wine, or are you just going to hang onto the bottle?”

“Oh! Ah… yeah, of course,” Jodi stammered, glad that Lexi’s eyes were closed so she couldn’t see how red her face became. “So… have you ah, have you heard from mom and dad lately?” she asked as she set the glasses down and opened the bottle of wine.

“No, not for a few months. I don’t really care to talk to them anyway.”

“Lexi, what they did to me shouldn’t affect your relationship with them you know.” She was pouring the wine into the glasses, and glancing at the swell of Lexi’s breast rising over the diminishing foam.

“I know, but I just can’t understand how any parent can renounce their own child based on their sexual orientation.” She reached up and took the glass filled with wine before continuing. “What they did to you, kicking you out of the house at seventeen, is not right Jodi. I used to be so mad at you for leaving me, but then when I found out that they kicked you out because they found out you were gay, I just lost it.” She took a long sip from her glass and sighed.

“They are just set in their ways Lexi. They grew up in a different period, and the whole Bible thing doesn’t help either.”

“Oh don’t make excuses for them Jodi. They haven’t talked to you in how many years now?”

“Eleven.”

“Eleven fucking years is way too long to not have any contact with your own child. They treat you like you murdered someone Judi. It’s not fair.”

“I know. What I’ve never understood, is that they would be more happy if I had an unhappy and unhealthy relationship with a man, instead of a caring and loving relationship with a woman.”

“Yeah, they love George. I wonder what they’ll think when I go over with a shiner courtesy of his fist.”

“They’ll probably ask you what you did to piss him off.”

“I know,” Lexi grunted in disgust. She tipped her wine glass up and drained it, then turned and held out her glass. “More please,” she smiled brightly.

Jodi reached back and picked up the bottle to fill their glasses again. “Remember when they used to love Katie? Back before they found out that we were in a relationship that is. They used to treat her like she was one of the family when they thought that we were best friends. You know, I really thought that if I explained to dad the way I truly felt about her, that he would find it in his heart to understand.”

“Mm, no luck there,” Lexi added and took another swig.

“I remember the look on his face when I sat them down and told them that I was a lesbian and that I was in love with Katie. I thought he was going to have a heart attack right then and there. He got so red, and that vein in his head popped up. I really think that if mom hadn’t been there to calm him down, he would have hit me.”

Lexi stared solemnly into the water. Nearly all the bubbles had melted away. She lifted her hand and looked at her fingers. “I need to get out of here. I’m turning into a prune.”

Jodi got up from her knees and grabbed a big bath towel, and as her sister stood up, she draped it over her back.

“That was nice sis. Thank you for that.” She leaned in and kissed Jodi on the cheek.

“Your welcome,” Jodi said, and began to towel her sister’s body dry from the top down.

“So Jodi, I never asked, but… is it okay if I stay here tonight? I can’t go back to George.”

“Of course it’s okay for you to stay here Lexi, you don’t even have to ask. I wouldn’t let you leave anyway, not with that creep out there looking for you.”

“Good. I really didn’t want to have to call mom tonight and ask her to pick me up.”

Jodi bent over and continued to gently dry her sister’s body. “You can stay here as long as you like Lex. I’ve got a spare room and…hey, you could move in and live here.”

“Really? You’d let me do that?” Lexi asked.

“Why not? I need a roommate anyway, and you need a new home. Unless you’d rather live with mom and dad that is.”

“Are you kidding me? I think I’d rather live under a bridge.”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Jodi was finishing up drying her sister’s feet, and taking her sweet time doing it.

“Yeah it is. Dad’s gotten way too grumpy in his old age. I really can’t stand being there more than a few hours at a time. The last time I went there, I mentioned you, and dad flipped out on me. He started ranting about how he didn’t want to talk about you. He said that you were dead to him, and that I should stay away from you and all your lezzie friends.”

“I guess he’ll never come around,” Jodi said, looking up at her sister from her knees. From her perspective, Lexi looked like a gorgeous Amazon woman, and she licked her lips, feeling herself flush again.

“Like what you see?” Lexi asked, striking a model pose.

Realizing that she had been caught staring again, Jodi stood up quickly and cleared her throat. “I just can’t get over how much you’ve grown sis. The last time I gave you a bath, you were like five years old.”

Lexi took the towel and wrapped it around herself, covering all her womanly assets. “I used to love it when you gave me a bath. We used to have so much fun with bath toys.”

“Yeah, I guess the bath toys have grown up as much as we have huh,” Jodi said, gesturing to the vibrator still sitting on the edge ot the tub.

“Yeah they have,” Lexi agreed with raised eyebrows.

“So, you want to go see your room?” Jodi asked.

“Sure.” Lexi turned and headed out of the bathroom while Jodi reached over to drain the tub. As she stood back up, she picked up the vibrator and dropped it into her robe pocket, then headed out into the hallway.

As they entered the spare room, Jodi flipped on the light and Lexi flopped on the bed, letting the towel open up. “This is perfect,” she exclaimed, spreading her arms out as if she was making a snow angel, the bag of thawing peas in one hand.

“Good, I’m glad you approve.”

Lexi looked up at Jodi, then sat up on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what happened with Alex.”

A clouded look came over Jodi’s face and she sighed. Then stepped over and sat next to her sister. “What do you want to know?”

“Well, I thought you two were going to stay together forever. Then all of a sudden, she left the state.”

“There’s not much to tell actually. When she finished her internship and became a surgeon, she was offered a chance to go to Seattle and work with one of the best cardiologists in the country. She asked me to go with her, but I couldn’t just up and leave like that. Besides, when she was just an intern, we barely had any quality time together. Her becoming a surgeon only made things worse. The writing was on the wall long before she was offered the job, I just didn’t want to see it.”

“That sucks… So, what about Katie? You went to live with her and her parents after dad kicked you out. Why did you and her break up?”

“We grew apart I guess. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was still confused about her sexuality. She thought that she wanted to be with me, but as she grew, things changed for her. She wanted to try dating men. I couldn’t agree with that, so we went our separate ways. I was lucky that I had been working and saving the whole time I lived with them, so I was able to get my own apartment pretty easily.”

“Do you still miss them?”

Jodi nodded and smiled. “Yeah, especially Alex. I wanted so bad for her to stay, but I knew that she had to follow her dream. Unfortunately, I didn’t really fit too well in her plans.”

“Mm…It’s crazy but, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to, you know, be with a woman. I mean it’s not like I masturbate thinking about it or anything. I guess you could say that I’m curious,” Lexi admitted.

“Well, that’s a normal thing to wonder about if you’ve never done something like that,” assured Jodi.

“What about you, do you wonder what it’s like to be with a man?”

“I’ve thought about it. But then I see you with George, and I see other women I know in abusive relationships with men, and I’m glad that I’m gay.”

“Yeah, no shit. After being smacked around by George, I start to think that I might be better off with a woman,” Lexi agreed nodding.

“But there are abusive women too, so that’s not always the answer. And if you’re not attracted to women, it makes it really difficult.”

“What if I told you that I am kinda attracted to women?”

“Seriously?”

“Well, I should clarify. I am attracted to some women, not all though. It all depends on the body.”

“I’m- I’m speechless Lexi…I had no idea.”

“I couldn’t tell anyone because I was afraid that dad would find out and kick me out. Besides, I still like men… Maybe I’m bi-sexual.”

“Hm, maybe you are sis. So, are you going to need anything else tonight?”

“No, I think I’ll be all set. Thank you so much Jodi.” Lexi wrapped her arms around her big sister and hugged her close, planting another kiss on her cheek before pulling away.

“Your welcome. I’m glad I could help you.” Jodi stood up to leave, then felt the lump in her pocket and said, “Oh by the way, I brought this in for you.” She tossed the toy onto the bed and turned to walk out.

“Wait, I thought you wanted to use this tonight,” Lexi called after her.

“That’s my waterproof one for the bath. I have plenty other toys I can use in bed,” answered Jodi.

“More toys? Like, what kind of toys do you have?”

Jodi grinned and cocked her head to the side. “You want to come see them?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes…If that’s okay with you,” Lexi acknowledged.

“I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you to see them. Come on.”

So Lexi jumped up from the bed in excitement, wrapping the towel around her waist, which left her breasts exposed, and followed her sister. Jodi’s bedroom was larger than the spare room and she slept on a queen size bed. Lexi hurried over to the bed and sat down, while Jodi went to her nightstand. She pulled open the single drawer, blocking her sisters view, then pulled out a toy, holding it out of Lexi’s sight.

“Okay, here’s number one,” Jodi said and held up a silver egg attached to a thin cord. The other end of the cord had the control. “This one is super nice. It has several different settings. You can use it outside or inside, if you know what I mean.” She waggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“Ooo, I think I like that.”

Jodi set it on the bed and reached for the next one. “Okay, here’s number two. It’s a Hitachi massaging wand with multiple attachments for all kinds of interesting stimulation.”

“I’ve seen them before at the drug store. Does it work good?”

“It’s awesome, and there’s no batteries to replace.” The toy went on the bed with the other one.

“Number three is a bit different,” Jodi stated as she picked up the next toy. “It’s called a rabbit vibe, and this thing always rocks my world.” She turned it on and the thing came to life. Beads inside the shaft began to rotate, the head began to twist, and two rabbit ears began to flutter at an incredibly high speed. “These lay on your clitoris and will send you into orbit in no time.”

“Oh wow!” Lexi exclaimed.

“I also have these little nipple clips,” Jodi added, showing her sister two sinister looking clips that were attached by a thin chain.

“Ouch. Do you like those things?”

“Hey, don’t knock it til’ you try it squirt.”

“Hm, maybe someday,” Lexi shrugged, “Any more?”

“Just one, but you have to close your eyes first,” Jodi instructed her sister.

“Oh man, this is crazy,” Lexi giggled as she placed the palms of her hands over her eyes.

Seeing that Lexi had her eyes closed, Jodi quickly pulled her robe open and began to fasten the large, penis shaped strap-on dildo to her waist. One long strap went around her hips and a third went between her legs. When it was all tightened up, she turned back and said, “Okay, you can look now.”

Lexi lowered her hands and looked at her sister. “Oh my God Jodi!” she squealed, and broke into uncontrollable laughter. Her hand slapped over her mouth and she pulled her legs up onto the bed, rolling on her side and laughing hysterically, pointing to the fake phallus between her sisters legs.

Seeing her sister so happy made Jodi happy, so she watched as Lexi rolled around on the bed giggling like a mad woman. “You look like a tranny!” Lexi bellowed and dissolved into laughter again.

“Oh…tranny huh? I’ll show you tranny,” Jodi hollered in mock indignation. She picked up a pillow and jumped on the bed, mounting the still hysterical girl and pummeling her with the pillow. “Call me a tranny and see where that gets you,” she taunted, then tossed the pillow aside and went in for a tickle attack.

“WWWAAAAAHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!” Lexi screeched and twisted as her older sister attacked her exposed ribs with her slim fingers. Arms and legs flailed around trying to stop the ruthless attack. “S-S-S-S-SSTAAHHHPPPHAHAHAHAH UNCLE UNCLE!”

Jodi pulled back to let her sister catch her breath for a few seconds. “Give up yet?” she sneered, waggling her fingers in front of her face.

Huffing and puffing and gasping for air, Lexi sputtered, “Uhh -Ohh -Uhh -huh -umm -well -huh -I -ah -I’ll -never give upaaaaahhhhhhhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahah!”

Once again the tickling began and once again Lexi spastically flailed and screamed. It was just like they were little again, only this time, Jodi had a fake cock strapped to her. The tickling went on for a bit longer this time, and Lexi managed to twist herself completely around until she was on her belly, realizing too late that this position was much worse for her because she couldn’t defend herself.

“Do you give up?” Jodi asked, digging her fingers into Lexi’s soft flesh under her ribs.

“YES YES I GIVE UP AHAAHAHAHAHA!”

Jodi stopped tickling, but kept her hands on Lexi’s sides. Her smooth, soft skin felt so nice that she didn’t want to let go. “Then you have to say, ‘Jodi is the supreme ruler of the world’”

“Ah -Ah -Wh- I -can’t -breathe,” Lexi huffed, then felt the fingers start to dig in and screamed, “AUUUGGHHNNOO WAIT WAIT J-JODI IS THE SUPREME R -RULER OF -OF -OF HER PENIS AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

“My penis huh?” Jodi repeated, going in for the attack once more.

“NO NO NO NO HUHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHSTTAAAPPP HAHAHAHAH OKAY OKAY I’LL SAY IT HAHAAHAHAAHAHAH NO HAHAHAAHAH!”

Once again Jodi stopped the relentless tickling. This time she leaned down close to her sisters ear and whispered, “Okay let’s try this again. Say it with me now. Jodi-” She paused to wait for Lexi to repeat.

Still gasping and giggling, Lexi repeated, “Jodi”

“-is the supreme ruler-“

“-is -the -sup huh -supreme -ruler-“

“-of the world.”

“-huh, hahaha-“

“Say it”

“Huh -of -the -hahaha of the world. Oh shit, I think I pissed myself. Hahahaha”

Without thinking about the fact that the girl underneath her was her own sister, Jodi reached behind her back and slid her hand between Lexi’s legs.

“Hey! What the hell!” Lexi snapped, twisting her head around and laughing.

“That’s not piss girl,” Jodi said, pulling her slimy hand back out and holding it up in front of her face. “You’re creaming all over the place. I think this is turning you on.”

“That’s bullshit,” Lexi yelled, but she didn’t sound very convincing. “Get your fat ass off of me.”

“Oh, so now I have a fat ass huh…Well maybe you haven’t had enough tickling yet.” Jodi slid her fingers up underneath Lexi’s armpits, but didn’t tickle just yet.

“NO NOT THERE PLEASE NO DON’T DO THAT I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Lexi begged. She hated more than anything getting tickled under her arms.

“Oh, you shouldn’t say that you’ll do anything girl, because you may not want to do what I tell you.”

“No I promise, I promise.” she was so tense and worried about more tickling that she was shivering.

“Alright, then you’re gonna have to suck my cock.”

“NO WAY!” Lexi screamed before they both dissolved in laughter at the silliness of the whole thing. Jodi rolled to the side and onto her back, the fake phallus flopped around ridiculously, while Lexi remained on her belly tears rolling from her eyes as the laughter pealed out of her. When she was finally able to speak, she said, “Oh my God… I can’t… laugh anymore…You’re crazy…” A few more giggles escaped her exhausted body. She had been tickled only for about five minutes all total and she secretly loved every minute of it.

As Jodi quieted down, she turned her head to the side to look at her sister, and their eyes met. Both sets of eyes were heavy lidded from exertion and for several seconds they stared deeply at each other. Jodi felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her sister’s lips. Licking her own lips, she rolled onto her side and leaned in, her eyes closing as her mouth closed in. She got very close, close enough to feel the heat and breath coming from Lexi, but the moment before their lips touched together, Lexi pulled away, rolled over and sat up.

A feeling of shame flooded Jodi as she realized what she nearly did, and she turned away from her sister, sitting up also. “I ah…I should be getting to bed,” she murmured.

“Yeah, it’s getting late,” Lexi agreed, standing up and turning to leave. Before she took a step, she turned back and wrapped her arms around Jodi from the back and whispered, “Thank you sis. I love you.”

“Love you to,” Jodi agreed. Then Lexi was gone from the room and she was left sitting on her bed wondering why she had thought that her own sister would be interested in kissing her on the lips. Worse than that, Jodi knew that if Lexi had allowed the kiss, she would have tried to do more. There is no telling how far she would have tried to go if Lexi hadn’t pulled away when she did. She looked down at the dildo still pointing up at her like an erect penis, and she smiled in spite of herself, the memory of Lexi’s face when she pulled her hands away and looked at the toy was still fresh in her mind and she bit her lip to keep from breaking up again.

Standing up, Jodi began to undo the strap holding the toy in place. As she pulled away the strap from between her legs, she saw how wet she had been from her earlier play. Even though she was still feeling ashamed at herself, she was also still quite horny, and now that she had the room to herself, she decided to utilize a few of the toys that she had at her disposal. Tossing her robe onto a chair, Jodi climbed back onto the bed and propped herself up on a few pillows next to her sex toys.

—

Lexi walked back to the spare room in a daze, and in a state of disbelief. Her mind kept going over the last ten minutes, wondering how things had progressed to the point that her own sister had tried to kiss her on the lips. It was more then that though, there was a part of her that wanted to surrender to her sister. That was what worried her more than anything.

Flipping the light on, Lexi walked into the room and her eyes immediately lit upon the vibrator still on the bed. The corners of her lips curled up as she strolled over and snatched it up. Masturbating with a vibrator was something that she had never tried before, as George wouldn’t allow her to own any sex toys. She dropped the towel onto the floor and crawled up onto the bed.

Laying on her back, Lexi slid the fingers of her right hand down over her trimmed pussy hair and into her slit. Her fingers sank into the wetness with ease and she mewled at the feeling. She couldn’t remember the last time her pussy had been this wet. When her fingers were covered with juices, she brought her hand to her face and smelled herself, closing her eyes and relishing the thick, musky odor. She wondered if her sister’s pussy smelled like hers and wished that she had the guts to go back to her room to find out.

Enjoying the smell of her juices, Lexi proceeded to slip her wet fingers into her mouth, tasting her own pussy. The taste was something that she always enjoyed privately. She would often silently finger herself while lying in bed at night next to a sleeping George, and then taste her juices.

She picked up the vibrator and glanced up at the door to her room, wishing that Jodi would walk in. Nothing happened, so she turned the dial on the toy until it was vibrating furiously and touched it onto her nipple. “Oh!” she gasped as the tingles raced through her breast, causing her nipple to swell almost instantly.

She let the toy buzz away on each nipple before sliding it down her stomach to the top of her pubic mound. Slowly, she slid it lower until the tip was buzzing the flesh just above her clitoris. She let the toy hum so close to her clitoris, and tried to focus on her own pleasure, but she couldn’t get her sister out of her mind. Making up her mind, Lexi shut the toy off and climbed off the bed. She picked up the towel from the floor, and promptly dropped it again, deciding that she didn’t need to cover up.

Lexi walked to the door and silently opened it. She peered out into the empty hallway, then made her way down the hall to her sisters door. Standing in the hall naked, Lexi listened intently, and could clearly hear her sister’s low moaning and the steady buzz from one of her toys.

Taking a deep breath, Lexi raised her balled fist and rapidly knocked on the door, then, without waiting for a reply, she turned the knob and walked in. “Hey sis?” she said.

—

Jodi had chosen the rabbit vibe, deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer for her release. She was plenty wet enough that she didn’t need to use any lube. She slid the toy up and down until it was covered in her juices, then she began to gently slide the toy into her pussy. When it was fully inserted, she turned the dial and felt the toy hum to life deep inside her.

“Ohhhh mmmhhhmm!” she moaned as the beads began to swirl and the rabbit ears began to buzz her clit. She felt an orgasm come rushing toward her so quickly that she couldn’t stop it, and in mere seconds she curled forward, her pussy clamped down as intense pleasure spasms overtook her. She rolled onto her belly and bit the side of her pillow to keep from shouting out as she rode the waves of her orgasm through to the end.

Finally after things calmed down a bit, she rolled over onto her back again and took several deep breaths. The toy had slid out of her clenching vagina at some point and was vibrating away on the bed. She picked it up and shut it down, then began to lick her sweet and sour juices off the toy while her body trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Even though she had just gone through an intense climax, her body still craved more. She set the rabbit aside and picked up the egg instead. This time, she was going to take her sweet time and build up a long, slow, creamy orgasm. A picture of her sister filled her head as she pushed the button on the control that started the egg humming. She took the silver egg and touched it to her nipple, sliding it around her areola. When the first nipple had swelled fully, she switched to the other nipple and began working that one.

After a few minutes of buzzing her nipples, she slid the egg down between her legs, rubbing it up and down her slit. “Mmmm” she moaned as her soaking wet pussy tried to suck the toy inside. She let it slide in, then pushed it in deeper with one finger and pushed another button on the control to turn up the intensity of the vibrations. “Ohhhhh, mmmmhhhmm”

Jodi was loving the feeling of the deep vibrations, but she was far from her second orgasm, when a sudden knocking at her door startled her. Before she could even shut the egg off, the door swung open and Lexi looked in.

“Hey sis?” Lexi began, then her eyes fell upon her still nude sister, and she froze. “Oh…” she gasped, seeing the thin cord coming from between Jodi’s spread legs and the control in her hand.

Instead of turning around and leaving, Lexi took a step forward and swung the door shut behind her. “Um…I guess I interrupted you again, didn’t I.” she said.

Feeling self conscious all of a sudden, Jodi started to pull her blanket over herself. “What did you want Lex?” she inquired, clicking the egg off.

“Oh…uhm, I ah, I forgot.” She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Brain fart I guess.”

“Okay…well, I’ll ah, I’ll see you in the morning then,” Jodi said.

“Yeah. Yeah of course. I should leave you to your…toys,” Lexi grinned. She started to turn around, then stopped and turned back around. “Wait, I know what I came in here for.”

“Okay”

“Why did you try to kiss me earlier?” she asked, lowering her head and staring at her sister with piercing eyes.

Jodi swallowed loudly and scratched her head, feeling her already red face somehow getting redder, if that was possible. “Kiss you…oh you mean when we were like, on the bed messing around? Uhm…well, it must have been your magnetic personality.” she quipped, her lips curling up in a half hearted smile.

“Oh really? So you’re just going to make light of the situation, like it never really happened?”

“Lexi…nothing really did happen. I mean we were just playing around, like we did when we were kids.”

Sensing that Jodi was very uncomfortable, and wanting a bit of revenge for being held down and tickled (even though she secretly enjoyed that), Lexi decided to press on. “But you never tried to kiss me on the lips when we were kids Jodi. I mean, what the hell was you thinking?”

Feeling flustered and embarrassed, Jodi raised her voice a few octaves, “I don’t know Lexi…Look, I’m sorry that it happened, and I promise it won’t happen again. Now can we just forget it ever happened and get some sleep?”

Lexi stepped to the edge of the bed. “Forget it ever happened,” she repeated, trying her hardest to keep a straight face. “How am I supposed to forget that you tried to…to molest me. My own lesbian sister tried to kiss my lips while we were both naked on a bed. What the hell am I supposed to think about that? Were you planning on trying to fuck me too?”

Jodi looked like she was going to break down at that point, and Lexi actually started to feel a bit sorry for her. That was when her stern face started to crack. Being her sister, Jodi picked up on it immediately.

“You little bitch!” Jodi snapped as Lexi broke out into laughter beside the bed.

“You should have seen the look on your face,” Lexi laughed. “I was sure that you were going to start bawling.”

“That was cruel Lex.”

“Hey, it was payback for tickling me,” Lexi defended, sticking her tongue out like she used to do when she was a child.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Jodi agreed. “Is there anything else that you wanted?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Lexi answered, but still stood her ground.

A few seconds ticked by before Jodi smiled and said, “Well, are you going to give me some privacy, or are you going to stand there and watch me masturbate?”

“Was that an invitation?” Lexi questioned playfully.

“Only if you are going to join in.”

“Are you serious?”

Jodi shrugged, “Uhh, well, we’ve already seen each other naked, so why not watch each other masturbate?”

Lexi bit her bottom lip and smiled. “Okay…If you really want to.” She climbed onto the bed, sitting Indian style, and asked, “So now what?”

Jodi adjusted the pillows behind her, making more room, then she patted the spot beside her and said, “Come, sit here.” She could sense the nervousness in her sister and wanted to put her at ease.

When they were sitting side by side, Jodi asked, “So, how do you like to masturbate?”

“I usually just use my fingers when I get the chance. Sometimes I can rub one out in the shower if I’m in the mood, or after George has fallen asleep.”

“Show me.”

“Wh-what about you?” Lexi asked.

Jodi held up the control of the vibrating egg and pushed the button. A muffled buzzing started up causing her hips to twitch and her breath to catch for a moment. “Already taken care of,” she affirmed.

“Oh,” Lexi croaked. She slid her hands up on her stomach, but couldn’t bring herself to slide them and lower. “This is so weird,” she whispered as her fingers touched the very top edge of her pubic hair heart. “I don’t know about this sis. I’m freaking out right now.”

“It’s okay sis. There’s no one here but you and me. Close your eyes, relax, and let yourself go. You know that you want to,” Jodi encouraged.

Lexi did want to, but she was still too nervous. Jodi watched her as she closed her eyes and slid her fingers lower, but not low enough. Finally, Jodi reached her hand over and placed her hand on Lexi’s. She tensed up for a second, but then allowed her older sister to guide her hand down into her pussy.

Jodi was lying on her side staring at her older sister while she manipulated Lexi’s fingers. As she worked her sisters fingers in her pussy, she was occasionally letting her own finger slide into the moistness. Soon, both of their hands were covered in Lexi’s juices, and at some point, Lexi pulled her hand back and allowed Jodi to continue by herself.

With her eyes still closed, Lexi surrendered herself to her older sisters probing fingers. Her own hands fell to her sides and she raised her ass off the bed as Jodi worked her over. “Oh God!” she hissed, as her sisters expert fingers quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm. She was about to cum from the stimulation when the magical fingers stopped. “Unh, what…why’d you stop?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking at Jodi.

“If you want me to help you cum, I’m going to do it my way. Do you want me to help you cum sis?” Jodi asked.

“I- I think so.”

“Then you have to let me do it my way.”

“Wh-what do you- what do you mean?”

“Close your eyes, and relax sis. I’m going to give you pleasure like you’ve never had before.”

Taking a deep breath, Lexi closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, as Jodi moved around and sat between her legs. Jodi gazed in awe at her sister’s beauty, and her mouth watered at the thought of licking her pretty pink pussy. Jodi thought that her sister had the prettiest pussy she had ever seen. Puffy pink lips and a thick clit wrapped tightly in a snug hood. “Just relax,” she said for her own sake as much as Lexi’s. She took a deep breath, let it hiss out of her pursed lips, then leaned down and without a pause, stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of Lexi’s pussy lips.

“Mmmmm,” Lexi whined as she felt the first lick on her most tender spot. She couldn’t believe that her own sister was going to be her first lesbian experience. It was so taboo, so depraved, and so exciting. As wrong as it was to commit incest, she couldn’t think of anyone she wanted to share this experience with more than Jodi.

After the first lick, Jodi was hooked on the taste of Lexi’s pussy. She had always loved the taste of pussy, from the very first time she had gone down on Katie that night in Katie’s bedroom. She had been invited to sleep over, and after the rest of the house had gone to bed, Katie had kissed her passionately. Within minutes both girls had stripped and were feeling each other up, something that they had done before only fleetingly. Katie had pulled away from the kiss and asked Jodi if she had ever tasted her juices before. When Jodi said that she hadn’t, Katie slid a finger into her pussy, and held it up in front of her face.

“Taste yourself,” Katie had said, and waited for Jodi to suck her finger into her mouth. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Mm, I think so,” Jodi shrugged, “but I’m sure that your finger makes the taste different so it’s hard to really tell.”

Katie spread her legs open and asked, “Wanna take a taste direct from the source?”

Jodi remembered feeling very nervous and excited at the same time, the same feelings that she was feeling with Lexi. She remembered crawling down between Katie’s legs, and leaning in close so she could smell the fragrance. She remembered the first tentative licks and the flavor, a musky, tangy, pungent mixture that was wonderful. But it wasn’t just the smell and the taste, it was the feel of the soft, moist heat radiating from her like a furnace; it was the view of Katie’s body from her perspective looking up her belly, between her breasts to her flushed face; and it was the sounds, the squishy, wet sound of the licks, and Katie’s passionate moans. From that moment on, she was in love with eating pussy. Nothing at all could ever compete.

Now, Jodi felt like it was her first time all over again. She was doing something that she had done hundreds of times with a few other women, but this was different because it was with her very own sister. It was wrong in so many ways, but it certainly felt right. With all of Jodi’s experience, she quickly had her sister on the edge of orgasm again, but she didn’t want this first time to end so soon, so she decided to keep Lexi on the edge as long as she could.

“Oh my God Jodi!” Lexi squealed as the invading tongue worked it’s magic on her. “That feels so good.” She tilted her head forward and opened her eyes, looking into her sisters bright, turquois eyes. They stared at each other as Jodi latched her mouth on Lexi’s vagina and delved her tongue deeply into her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered, then her eyes rolled up and she moaned loudly as her head dropped back onto the pillow.

Jodi was relishing her position between her sister’s thighs. She could feel the powerful muscles on either side of her head clenching and relaxing, tightening and loosening as the feelings intensified. The pussy she was eating was one of the wettest she had ever had the pleasure of dining on, and she was going to enjoy it while she could.

As the pressure built up in Lexi’s pleasure center, she lifted her ass higher off the bed toward her sisters divine sucking mouth. “Holy shhhhhit sis. I had no idea this could feel so -huh- so good…You could make a -huh- a living outta doin’ this…Oh right there…ohh fffuuucck!” she exclaimed, feeling the tantalizing tongue touching all the right spots. She lifted higher, her body seemingly moving on its own volition, and felt the tongue slip down even lower.

Smiling while she licked, Jodi felt her sister lift up higher and decided to treat her to something that she learned from Alex. She remembered vividly the very first time that Alex had rimmed her anus. They had been out drinking with friends at a popular dance club, and had gotten a taxi ride home at around one in the morning. Both of them were buzzing from the drinks and the hits from a friend’s joint, and they were both feeling very frisky on the ride home. So frisky in fact, that they began a heavy make-out session in the back seat, much to the delight of the driver, a middle aged man with a ruddy face and wide eyes who found it very difficult to concentrate on the road.

Once they made it back to their apartment, they barely made it inside the front door before they were stripping off their clothes. Alex became the aggressor, shoving Jodi roughly against the wall and driving her tongue deep into her mouth while pushing first two, then three fingers deep inside her pussy. She then pulled Jodi away from the wall and shoved her face down over the arm of a recliner, telling her that she had been a bad girl and needed to be punished.

The spanks set Jodi’s ass on fire and her pussy was leaking juices all over the arm of the chair, when Alex decided that she had been spanked enough and now needed a different punishment. Jodi didn’t know what to expect when Alex dropped to her knees behind her and spread her flaming ass cheeks. The next thing she felt was something wet and soft worming its way around her anus. She glanced back and gasped at the sight of Alex licking away at her asshole.

“Eww, what are you doing?” she gasped, but shut her mouth when Alex slapped her ass cheek again and glared at her. Jodi lowered her head back into the chair as Alex continued to lick away. After a few moments it began to feel good, then it began to feel even better. Soon her sphincter had loosened and Alex’s tongue was sliding deeply into her most private orifice, bringing her a pleasure that she had never dreamed of. That was the first time she had ever experienced a climax without touching her pussy, and it opened up a whole new world of experiences for her to enjoy.

Now, Jodi decided to give her sister the same pleasure that Alex had given her all those years ago. With a wicked smile, she moved lower, letting her tongue slide down past her vagina to the thin band of skin between the two holes. She felt Lexi tense up and heard her breath catch in her throat, as she spent a few seconds flicking her tongue around that strip of skin. Then, she dipped lower, pushing her tongue against her sisters puckered brown hole.

“W- what are you- ahh sis, that’s my…oh…don’t…mmm oh wow,” Lexi stuttered, not knowing what to think about this new development. She had seen a guy rimming a woman before on a porn movie that George had brought home, but she figured it was done more for shock factor to sell more movies than something that normal people did to each other. Now, her own sister was delving her tongue into her own butthole. “Oh God Jodi, that feels amazing,” she gushed, as the good feelings intensified.

Jodi worked her sisters asshole until it was sloppy wet with her saliva and the sphincter was loose. Then she moved back up and sucked her clit into her mouth, while sliding her thumb deeply into Lexi’s ass.

“OHHH FUCK!” Lexi yelled as her pussy spasmed and a moment later she was cumming. Her thighs came together, pinning Jodi’s head, and for the first time in her life, she squirted. Thinking it was urine, and she was peeing in her sisters face, she clamped down after the initial burst, stopping the flow and stemming her orgasm a bit. She felt the thumb slide out of her asshole and that made her pussy spasm again.

Jodi was well aware that the fluid that blasted into her mouth was not at all urine, and she swallowed it down like it was the nectar of the gods, and kept on licking away. She continued to lick until Lexi suddenly pushed her away as the sensitivity became too much. Jodi looked up and smiled at the sight of her sexy sister in post orgasmic bliss. Her face neck and chest were all flushed pink and her skin shone with a thin sheen of perspiration. “Did you like that sis?” she asked.

Lexi flashed a satisfied smile and said, “I- I can’t believe that you- that we just did that. That was just…It was incredible. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. I…did I pee on you a little bit, because when I popped off, I felt a little squirt just come out. I swear I wasn’t trying to though.”

Jodi climbed up and laid beside her glowing sister. Wrapping her arm around her shoulder and pulling her close she said, “That wasn’t pee silly, that was cum. You squirted… and I swallowed it. If you had only known how good your cum tasted, you would have let it out instead of squeezing it shut. You could have had a longer and more intense orgasm.”

“I don’t think that is possible. I don’t remember ever feeling so good.”

“It’s okay sis, the next time you’ll know, and you’ll let yourself go.”

There was a pause as Lexi thought about what Jodi had told her. “Is there going to be a next time?”

“If you want there to be Lex. I’d really love to do that again real soon, and I’d really love it if you would do it to me right now.”

Lexi pulled back so she could look her sister in the face. She was smiling, “I was hoping that you would say that,” she exclaimed in delight.

“Good, because if you don’t get your face in my pussy right now, I’m going to go crazy.”

“I really want to try, but you’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

Reaching over to grab the strap-on dildo, and holding it in place, Jodi asked, “Would it be better for you if I had a cock?”

“Only if you plan on fucking me with it,” Lexi offered with a laugh.

“Well, that may just happen before you know it, but right now, I want to feel your tongue in my pussy.”

Lexi took a deep breath, then leaned in to kiss her sister on the lips. They shared a passionate, deep kiss during which Lexi slid her hand down Jodi’s chest, across her belly and finally plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. It felt strange plunging her fingers into a pussy that was not her own, but the guttural moan from her sister spurred her on.

Breaking off the kiss, Lexi slid down, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking it like it was a tiny penis. A vision of her sucking George came to mind like a bad dream. George liked to be in control, and he demanded that she learn how to swallow his entire seven inches, along with swallowing his semen. He would hold her head and push her down, forcing his cock into her throat until she gagged. When she pulled back to get a breath, he would tell her that she was useless, and that she wasn’t a real woman until she could take him all the way down. He also let her know that if she couldn’t handle it, then he would have to find someone who could.

“Mmm, your nipples are so hard,” Lexi groaned. She latched on again, and sucked the nub deep, twirling it around with her tongue and drawing another moan from her sister. When she finally broke the suction with a pop, she gazed at the nipple and saw that it was bright red and wet with saliva. She felt that she could suck on those nipples all day, but the real prize was still waiting, so she made her way down Jodi’s taut tummy until she came to her tuft of pubic hair.

Trembling from anticipation, Jodi watched as her gorgeous sister kissed her way down her belly, then ran her fingers through her pubic hair. She was so horny that she wished she could push Lexi’s face into her pussy, but she knew that Lexi needed to take her time. Jodi ran her hand through her sisters hair as Lexi seemed to be unsure of herself. “Are you sure you’re going to able to do this?” she asked, concerned that Lexi was going to back out.

Looking back up at her sister, Lexi said, “I really want to try, but I’m really nervous. I don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re a woman, or that you’re my sister, but either way, I do want to try.”

“Just take your time sis, you’ll do fine.”

Lexi nodded, then crawled up over Jodi’s leg and settled down between her thighs, peering into her sex. The smell was intoxicating, and actually made her mouth water. She glanced up at her sister once more and in a near whisper said, “It’s beautiful.” Then, while still staring into Jodi’s eyes, she lowered her face and licked. It was warm, and soft, and wet, and the taste was not at all what she expected, but she liked it.

“What do you think?” Jodi asked. She was watching the expression on Lexi’s face as she savored the flavor.

“I think you taste delicious,” Lexi replied, then leaned back down to lick some more.

Jodi’s eyes narrowed to slits as she leaned back to enjoy the sensation, but she kept her eyes focused, watching her sister. She sensed that Lexi was enjoying herself, but she was being so soft with her licks, that Jodi almost couldn’t feel her. Feeling far too horny, and much more confident that her sister was enjoying it, she decided to push the issue a bit.

As Lexi tentatively licked, worrying that she was going to do it wrong, she didn’t even notice when her sister leaned forward, but she did notice when a hand landed on her head. She looked up in surprise, and saw the desperate need on her sister face. Feeling more courageous, and wanting nothing more than to please her sister, she started sucking and driving her tongue deep.

“Oh yeah, lick that pussy!” Jodi encouraged, “Suck my clit sis, I’m so close.”

So Lexi latched her lips onto Jodi’s clitoris and sucked deeply while her tongue flicked the tiny nub.

“Oh right there-right there-right there-don’t stop…oohhhh don’t…don’t stop…yesss,” Jodi hissed as she was very quickly brought right to the brink of orgasm. She was certain that she would start to cum any second, but just when she thought she was there, she wasn’t, and she needed something more. “Put your fingers inside me,” she gasped, feeling desperate to cum.

Lexi wanted to please her sister, so she slid two fingers deep inside while still working on her clitoris. As soon as her fingers bottomed out, she felt Jodi’s vaginal walls contract around them.

“Ah… I’m cumming!” yelled Jodi, who had gripped Lexi’s head in both hands and was holding her tightly as her orgasm cascaded over her.

For a few moments, Lexi had difficulty breathing, as Jodi’s muscles tightened up involuntarily and her thighs came together on her sister’s head. Lexi continued to flick her tantalizing tongue over Jodi’s clitoris until the sensitivity became far too much and Jodi pushed her away, breathing heavy and trembling.

“Holy shit sis, you did good for your first time,” Jodi breathed, her face flushed red and shiny from perspiration. She pulled her sister up until they were lying side by side. “You’ve got something on your face,” she giggled, seeing a creamy white blob of her cum smeared on Lexi’s chin. “Let me get that for you.” She leaned over and kissed the blob, sucking and licking it into her mouth, then moving up and kissing Lexi on the lips, driving her tongue into her mouth to share the flavor.

“Mmm,” moaned Lexi as she kissed her sister back.

When they separated, Jodi laid back sighed in content, while Lexi lay on her side facing her sister. “So,” Jodi began, “what did you think of your first time with a woman?”

“It was incredible, but…”

“But what?”

“I still can’t believe that you licked my butthole.”

Jodi laughed. “And you loved it when I did that.”

“Well I’m not gonna lie, it felt really good, but it just seems so…gross?”

“Your asshole tasted heavenly sis. Maybe someday you can return the favor and lick mine.”

“That’s asking a lot you know.”

Jodi rolled onto her side so they were staring into each others eyes. “I’ll never ask you to do something that you’re uncomfortable with.” She slid her hand along Lexi’s side, over her thigh, and down her leg. “Now, are you ready to get fucked with my big cock or what?”

A grin spread across Lexi’s face as she pictured her sister with the dildo strapped to her. “Mmhm, I can’t wait!” she announced with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her face.

The End.

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Older woman seduces schoolgirl walking home in the rain

It is pouring rain, and I am in a better mood than I have been in weeks. I love the rain, I always have; I love the sound of it, the way it cleanses the world around me and I especially love being out in it as it taps all across my body as if I am in the world’s largest shower. I am smiling as I walk home, allowing the water to soak through my clothing, and thoroughly enjoying the feeling as my shirt and skirt begin to cling to my body. I am lost in my own happy world, not a care in the world when a soft voice surprises me out of my self induced trance. Excuse me, Miss? You say a second time, knowing I had completely missed it on your first attempt. I look around, a slightly dazed look on my face until I see a pair of eyes looking at me from above a barely rolled down car window parked at the curb. Something about those eyes, they grab and hold my attention and I stop in my tracks, just staring. You speak again, asking if I know where the Holiday Inn on Devonshire Street is, and for a moment I have completely lost my voice; I am completely taken by those stunning eyes that have reduced my world to only them.

A moment later I watch as the car window rolls down a little more and I am now seeing that there is a beautiful woman that goes with those eyes, and that the smile you are flashing me is even more breathtaking then the eyes that first drew me in. I stand on the sidewalk, lost in the features of your face as the rain falling on me is completely forgotten. Your smile never falters as you ask me if I can show you where the hotel you are looking for is located, offering me a ride home if I will show you, and even though I was loving the walk I was having in the rain I have given that up immediately for a chance to spend another moment of time in the encompassing world of your eyes, your warm, comforting smile. I nod and you gesture with your chin as you lean across the cab to unlock your passenger side door and a moment later I find myself climbing in and sitting down across from you without hesitation.

Once inside your car I suddenly become self-conscious, through the rain beaded windows of your car I wasn’t aware of how truly beautiful you are, and now I find myself unable to look away from those piercing eyes. I can feel my face go flush with blood and I somehow manage to eventually tear my eyes away and look down at my hands after an agonizing long silent moment. Hello, you say in a velvety voice just above a whisper, I am Sarah. You offer your hand and I take it, feeling a sudden electric shock as our fingers touch. I bite my lower lip in a moment of nervousness and croak through a suddenly parched dry throat that my name is Kara and that I am pleased to meet you. So, Kara you ask, breaking another long moment of silence as your hand finally allows mine to fall free, where were you headed in this downpour? I look up again and I see you are smiling warmly and I cannot help but return your smile, something in that smile tells me I am safe and almost immediately I feel my body relax just a tiny bit. Walking home from school, I reply, kicking myself mentally as soon as the words exit my mouth for giving an answer that shows my immaturity. I see no reaction from you one way or the other, just that beaming warm smile that seems to mentally caress me and melt away my nervousness.

You are quite stunning, I hear you whisper after another moment of only the sounds of the rain softly tapping on the roof of your car mixed with my own quickened heartbeat in my ears, and again I begin to blush, looking back down to my hands which I have now folded in my lap. I’ll bet all the boys at school are after you, you add, and I let a nervous giggle escape me and quickly look out the passenger side window because I don’t know how to respond to your statement. I am flattered, completely taken by surprise actually; I have never had another female tell me they thought I was pretty, and especially not a complete stranger as beautiful as you are. You sense my nervousness but decide to press on and take a chance, removing your right hand from the steering wheel you quickly place it on the bare, rain wet skin of my thigh above my left knee, gently giving it a loving squeeze before beginning to slide your fingers back and forth smoothly over my thigh in small semi-circles.

Your touch surprises me and I gasp, I feel an immediate spark of electricity blaze through me from your fingertips and I quickly look from the window to your hand, then I tilt my head up a little to look back into your eyes.
You’re smiling still; that incredibly immobilizing warm smile that completely disarms me, and despite the fact that a stranger is touching me for the very first time in my young life I still find my control melting away willingly. The electric touch of your fingertips on my skin has caused goose pimples to appear on my flesh, and I feel the familiar tightness in my lower tummy as I am suddenly aware that my nipples have become stiff and are protruding through the dampness of the rain-soaked tee shirt I am wearing. This has all taken place in a matter of seconds, simply by your first touch, and before you allow me time enough to think you continue your distracting erotic monolog, knowing it will take my mind off what your fingers are doing on my thigh. What about girlfriends, Kara? You whisper, knowing that your intended shocking question will momentarily distract me from the fact that you have now moved your hand slightly higher and are now softly caressing the bare, untouched skin of my inner thigh just above the hem of my floral skirt.

Do you have a girlfriend? You ask me in a soft, sexy whispering voice just slightly louder than the sound of the raindrops, as the painted nail on the tip of your thumb slips effortlessly higher on my inner thigh and finds its way just under the bottom of my skirt, always in motion, tracing electric circles over the still damp skin. I feel the blood rushing to my face in a blush again; I am unable to answer you, not out of embarrassment of your question but rather simply because now my entire world is focused on the feelings your soft, nimble fingers on my inner thigh are causing throughout my entire body. I am aware that my nipples have grown painfully hard and are threatening to burn through the material of my shirt, I feel the tightness in my tummy that is so personally familiar with my own sexual arousal and as your thumb caresses ever higher on the bare white skin of my inner thigh I also become aware that there is now a different feeling of dampness in the cotton crotch of my underwear, no longer cool from the rain and outside air but now dampened with my own warm moisture. No girlfriends? You ask in an even thicker, throatier and ultra-sexy whisper and I can do nothing more than let a small moan escape me as your thumb makes its first gentle connection with my now swollen lips encased in the damp cotton of my underwear. You lean towards me from your seat and as you do your fingers join your thumb at my crotch, tracing my slit from bottom to top and then applying pressure on my now throbbing clitoris. Your face is next to mine now, our cheeks touching, and I feel the heat of your skin against mine and your hot breath on my ear as my thighs willingly part for you without hesitation.

I feel the tip of your tongue, wet and hot as you playfully lick at my lobe before sucking it seductively into your warm mouth and I squeeze my eyes shut and moan again, louder this time. I’ll bet you want a girlfriend, you whisper hotly into my now wet ear sending a charge straight to my pussy and I swallow hard as I quickly nod in agreement. You witness my response and this fuels your fire, applying even more pressure into my crotch with fingers that are now pushing the cotton of my underwear deeper into me as the nail on your thumb flicks quickly back and forth across my burning clit. You begin kissing a trail from my ear down my jaw line, leaving warm wet traces of your saliva on my skin as you inch closer towards my lips, speaking in that same seductive whisper between each kiss as you do. Bet you’ve been dying to have another woman kiss you, you pant your hot breath on my saliva-dampened skin just below my ear and then you kiss the same spot. Bet it makes you wet to think about it, you whisper again as you kiss high on my jaw. My periodic moans have become a chorus now with each word, each touch of your warm lips on my skin; my attention is completely on the kissing and I don’t even realize your fingers have manipulated the leg band of my panties and slipped your hand under them to touch my bare pussy until I feel your finger slip between my folds and begin a rhythm of in and out into my now completely drenched pussy.

I am beyond words now, beyond conscious thought; pure animal adrenaline consumes me as my body screams out for your touch and my back arches in the seat to allow your finger to slip deeper into my pussy. I am moaning an almost desperate cry as you inch me closer to the ultimate goal, and low, guttural sounds escape from my throat as your finger buries itself deeper into my pulsing womanhood. I feel my muscles contort and squeeze around its intruder, sucking it deeper inside and milking it as if it was a thin cock. You feel it as well and your breathing becomes more erratic, your kisses quicker along my jaw towards the parted lips of my waiting mouth; one final question you pose for me between the last kiss on the corner of my mouth and when you finally press your hot lips against mine. Can I be your girlfriend, Kara? You ask in your husky whisper before hungrily pressing your hot lips into mine, immediately finding my waiting tongue with your own and swirling yours around it before sucking my tongue expertly into your mouth. I cry out into your mouth as the first wave of my orgasm begins to rock my body, quickly squeezing my thighs closed on your hand and the fingers now deep inside of me.

You ride my waves with me, no longer fucking me with your fingers but now just allowing them to stay motionless as my pussy grips and squeezes around them, coating them with my cum. You have broken the air tight seal of our kiss to allow my short, quick breaths to escape but still continue to lick at my tongue and at the corners of my mouth. Wave after wave rolls through me and my entire body shudders countless times before becoming completely limp and sagging into the contours of the bucket seat, and when I eventually feel your fingers slip out of me and then out of the cotton prison beyond I suddenly feel a complete emptiness within me. I open my eyes to see your smile; that warm, safe comforting smile that seduced me to begin with. Our eyes meet and lock and there is a long silent moment that words would only lessen; your eyes that tell me that you completely understand everything that I am feeling and your continued beaming smile assures me that we have just shared a beautiful experience. I let out a soft sigh and you help me to sit back up straight again in my seat. We both notice together that the rain has now tapered off and as you turn the key in the ignition and start your car you turn to look at me again, always smiling, and whisper one last question. Kara? You whisper softly, may I take you to my hotel room and make you my girlfriend?

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This is one of several stories with ‘Surprise’ in the title; their common theme is lesbians caught in an unexpected situation. To find the others, and the rest of my 100% all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link above. This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011

Sally and I are sophomores at an eastern seaboard university; I met her a couple of months into my freshman year, and we have been lovers ever since – although we have kept it secret from everyone how very much more than just ‘best friends’ our relationship is. For spring break, through the kind offer of my mother’s cousin, we had the chance to use for two weeks a remote cabin in the mountains of my home state, tucked away at the far end of a long winding valley in the pine forests. The cabin was quite large, and so for company we invited along two of our college friends: Patty (a tall, slim, elegant African-American, very fit and athletic) and Veronica (a petite blonde with a curvy figure, a real bouncy bundle of fun).

In the end, Sally and I had to stay on at college for a bit longer than we had expected in order to get our assignments finished. We didn’t want this to shorten the holiday for other two, and we assured them that they should go ahead as we had originally planned, and get settled in. So we loaded Patty’s car with all of the supplies that would be needed, plus Sally’s and my backpacks with our clothes and other things, and we waved them off early on a bright and cheerful Sunday morning. It would take them a day and a half to drive to the cabin, and we promised that we would join them on Wednesday evening – we would be able to get there much quicker, because now that we only each had a small shoulder-bag to carry, we could fly most of the distance.

As it turned out, we got our work finished by Monday evening, and we were keen to lose no more of our holiday! Early on Tuesday morning, we caught a flight to the main airport nearest to the mountains, at a medium-sized city about 200 miles from where the cabin is located. Here we had a stroke of luck: there was a local air service which connected twice a day to the small town at the plains end of the valley, but the morning flight had been delayed – so, when we landed, instead of missing it by 45 minutes and having to wait several hours for the afternoon flight, we scrambled onto the earlier one. This deposited us at the town’s grass-strip landing field not long after mid-day, and from here we took a local bus to the drop-off-point at the entrance of the valley, and then began the two-hour hike up the dirt track to the remote cabin. There were a few other cabins in the lower part of the valley, but we soon passed those and entered a deeply-forested region – now there was only our cabin ahead, about five miles further on and nearly a thousand feet higher up. There was no cell-phone reception in these remote mountains, so there was no way for us to call the other girls and ask Patty to drive down to collect us, or let them know that we would be arriving more than a day earlier than expected.

It was a glorious sunny day, with a blue sky broken only by a few wispy white clouds. The warmth of the spring sunshine was pleasantly moderated by a touch of coolness from a light breeze which carried a hint of the snowy peaks that ringed the horizon ahead of us. The weather was ideal for walking, and we were dressed appropriately. I had a really tiny and tight faded-blue denim cut-off skirt, so short that you could catch a glimpse of the gusset of my pink panties whenever I took a longer stride. Above this was a loose sleeveless vest in pale lilac-pink – my favourite color, it goes so well with my long honey-tinted red-gold hair. Sally, who has lovely blonde hair, not quite as thick or long as mine, looked so pretty in an aquamarine camisole top that teasingly highlighted the outline of her firm breasts and left a gap of bare midriff above the cutest pair of skimpy figure-hugging low-cut yellow shorts. Neither of us was wearing a bra – it was too warm and they would be too constricting, and besides we were enjoying the sight of each others titties bouncing perkily as we walked. The sunshine warmed our long slim legs, bare down to our ankle socks – mine a jolly striped pair, and hers in plain orange.

We laughed and talked as we strode along, so happy to be together in this beautiful and peaceful setting, taking deep breaths of the pine-scented breeze and enjoying the sunshine on our bare skin. After about half an hour, Sally spotted a grassy glade, a few yards into the woods. It was secluded and shady, and she laughingly tugged me in behind her for a leisurely kissing session that inevitably turned into an even more mutually-satisfying 69, with our skirts, shorts and panties coming off one by one to scatter around our entwined forms. I finished her off by finger-fucking her pussy whilst she knelt on all fours doggy-style – it’s her favourite position, although usually I’m giving it to her hard and fast with my strap-on, but out in the country a girl’s just gotta improvise! This got me so horny that after Sally climaxed she rolled me onto my back and kindly did the same service for me, her agile thumb rubbing clockwise circles on my clitoris whilst she pistoned two fingers in and out of my vagina until, with a scream of joy, my back arched as I came.

Following these delights, when we got dressed again, I did not bother to put my panties back on. Instead, I stuffed them into my little pink shoulder-bag, and enjoyed the feel of the soft breeze coming under my short denim skirt and tickling around my still damp and sticky pussy. Sally looked a little put out and muttered that she wished she had brought a skirt as well, but she brightened when I told her in all sincerity how fantastic her ass looked in the little yellow shorts, and how much that was turning me on.

We returned to the main track – you couldn’t really call it a road – and, affectionately holding hands, we walked onwards and upwards through the pine forest. It was a little after three o’clock when we finally crested the small hill that overlooked the wide hollow in which the cabin was sheltered, and Sally suddenly laid a hand on my arm to halt me in my tracks. With a throaty giggle, she pointed down to the grassy meadow in front of the cabin, where two distant figures could be seen.

‘Ho, ho! Oh, yes – take a lookit that, my sweet!’ she chuckled.

Her eyesight was always much keener than mine, but I had brought a small pair of binoculars in my shoulder-bag, and I took these out and focused them. Then I gave a little gasp of surprise – for we were not the only horny females to have found the combination of sweet sunshine and soft grass too good to resist! On a large tartan blanket spread out in the meadow, the dark figure of Patty lay on her back, legs wide apart and as buck-naked as the pretty blonde who was sprawled across her, as they ate out each other’s cunts in an erotic ebony-and-ivory 69.

‘Sweet Jesus!’ I whispered, ‘Sal, love – you were quite right!’

‘I know, babe, I know’, she replied, a trifle smugly, as she stepped up behind me and rested her chin on my shoulders, whilst almost automatically slipping a hand under my tiny skirt and stroking along my slit. Standing in the dark shade of a stand of tall pines, we both drank in the sexy scene below with avid interest – although my binoculars wobbled a bit as Sally’s deft index finger slid into my suddenly gaping and sopping vagina, bringing me tantalisingly near to a climax.

Down in the meadow, unconscious of any observers, Patty rolled Veronica onto her back and thrust at least three fingers into the blonde girl’s cunt. However, after a few strokes in and out, the black girl rose and walked away into the cabin. With a little sigh, I thought with regret ‘show’s over’. But I was wrong, and Sally gave my labia an excited pinch as the action resumed – and Act II turned out to be even hotter stuff than Act I had been.

The Amazonian African-American had reappeared in the cabin doorway and was striking a pose against it, showing off not only her elegant profile but also the long purple plastic strap-on dildo that she had buckled around her hips. Veronica laughed and clapped her hands, and then like an eager puppy she rolled over onto her hands and knees, sticking her butt up in the air in Patty’s direction and then waggling it provocatively. Her dark-skinned lover descended the three steps from the cabin’s veranda and knelt on the blanket behind the cute blonde’s quivering ass, taking a firm grip of the white girl’s hips. Both Sally and I gave an appreciative sigh as Patty smoothly thrust her pelvis forwards, so that the whole length of the dildo disappeared into Veronica’s pussy.

For a little while longer, we watched this unfolding and entrancing scene of inter-racial lesbian lovemaking, and I reached behind me to return the compliment by sliding my hand down inside Sally’s shorts and panties, and fondling her hot damp pussy. Then, with a shake of my shoulder and a husky note in her voice, Sally said:

‘C’mon, babe, let’s give them a surprise – and then we can all have some fun!’

I squealed in delight at the prospect, like a little girl being offered a candy treat – and so I was, of course, so I was! I gave my sweet lover a merry nod of agreement, followed by a swift hug and kiss, and followed her lead.

We stepped back below the crest of the hill, staying in the dark shade of the trees and avoiding the direct path that descended into the bowl which contained the cabin. Instead, we took a detour through the woods that brought us out on the cabin’s further side, emerging from the shadows about thirty feet behind and above it. Although we had gone almost three sides of a square, it had not taken very long because there was very little undergrowth beneath the tall inter-laced pines. Moving quietly, we crept up to the back of the cabin and then along its side wall, and peeked cautiously around the corner.

We were not too late – in fact, it was just about perfect timing! Patty’s thrusts with the strap-on were mounting rapidly in frequency and force, and Veronica’s hands were clutching spasmodically at the blanket. The blonde’s eyes were almost closed as she soaked up the sensations from her body, and her face was pressed down against the tartan cloth. Sally and I smiled at each other in appreciation of this lustful lesbian sight, with its striking contrast of black on white. We slipped off our small bags and left them against the cabin wall, and then, hand in hand, we walked the few yards through the soft meadow grass, silently approaching from behind the intent Patty.

‘Hiya, girls! We’ve got here early – but we see you’re having fun already!’ Sally breezily announced when she was only about four feet from Patty’s humping (and lithe and very sexy) butt.

The black girl gave a startled shriek, and the shock froze in her tracks – which left the strap-on cock buried deep inside the curvy blonde’s vagina. Still in dildo-dreamland, Veronica was puzzled by the sudden cessation of her lover’s thrilling thrusts, for neither of them had yet come.

‘Ooooh, c’mon baby, noooo – don’t stop now – c’mon, my Pussy-Patty, fuck me more, harder, please honey-babe, oh God, I need it so bad!’ she begged plaintively.

However, Patty’s continued inaction registered at last. Veronica glanced backwards over her shoulder, and then her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open. ‘Oh, shit!’ she breathed softly.

Really, it was a priceless moment – maybe we shouldn’t have surprised them like that, but it was just too good an opportunity to miss. And they did make such a lovely picture, with the peachy blonde’s roundly-curved pale pink ass thrust up in the air, and her ebony lover kneeling behind with her back tall and straight and her pointy breasts jiggling in the cool breeze with each impaling thrust of her hips.

They had been so completely certain that they had the place all to themselves. I nearly collapsed in giggles at the expression on Veronica’s face – a mixture of disbelief, astonishment, confusion, embarrassment and unslaked lust, for she had been on the cusp of coming when we had interrupted their little fuckathon. Indeed, I noticed that almost unconsciously her pelvis was still giving little reciprocal thrusts backwards against the strap-on, as if in the hope that this reminder would set Patty into motion again.

‘It’s OK, girls!’ Sally reassured them with a merry laugh, ‘we kinda guessed some time back that you’re gay – in fact, that was the reason we invited you to share this holiday, just all of us girls here together.’

As understanding dawned, first on Patty’s face and then on Veronica’s, Sally drew me to her and kissed me fully on the lips with obvious sexual intent. To make sure that there was no possible doubt, my lover ran her hands caressingly over my breasts, whilst I squeezed her butt and returned her kiss with evident experience and passion. Then Sally stepped half a pace to one side, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and with one smooth movement she undid the button of my denim skirt and pulled it down to my ankles – revealing, like a magician performing a parlour trip, my naked pussy underneath, still aroused and open.

I heard Veronica give a little gasp, as Sally emphasised our lesbianism by running her hand over my bare shaved cunt and probing one of her fingers an inch or so into me. I gave a moan of appreciation and hastened the process, pulling off my top and throwing it aside, revealing my bra-less breasts and standing almost naked in just my trainers and striped ankle socks. The two girls still looked stunned, as Sally smilingly explained further:

‘No one else knows about us either – don’t worry, we can keep a secret! We’ve been lovers for over a year, and we thought what fun it would be to have some friends to share with – that’s why we suggested you two babes coming on this holiday … because we’re hoping there’s gonna be lots of coming, lots and lots!’

Patty ran her tongue over her lips with increasing appreciation of just what a little love-nest this remote and secluded cabin could be, and how four girls could cavort here all day long to their hearts – and pussies – content, without being seen or heard by anyone else. She and her sweet girlish lover both watched avidly as Sally turned towards me and kissed me again, her hands roaming over my bare breasts, cupping and kneading them, whilst in return I seized her ass and squeezed her buttocks, pulling her closer into a clinch of pelvis-grinding pussy against pussy, with only the thin fabric of her tight little shorts between us.

Veronica was saucer-eyed and her mouth was still half-open, but the elegant Patty eyed my slim form with evident interest and her lips shaped a soft whistle. Sally grinned back at her, and then gave me a fond slap on the rump, urging me forwards in the black girl’s direction.

‘Go to Patty, honey’, my sweet Sally said to me, ‘I know your pussy is dripping wet, and I think she’s got just what you need – and I’m gonna attend to Veronica here, that cunt of hers needs a good eating out!’

Sally held out her hand to Veronica, who gave an excited squeal as she eased herself off the shaft of Patty’s strap-on and then crawled over to the other side of the wide blanket. With a purr like a cat that’s got the cream, the busty babe rolled over onto her back and spread her legs far apart. If she had put it up in flashing neon lights, the sign couldn’t have been clearer – her posture shouted ‘have me, take me, fuck me and fuck me!’ From the corner of my eye, I saw Sally swiftly discard her shorts and her plain blue bikini panties, and then straddle Veronica, dropping her cunt onto the blonde’s face whilst her own mouth swooped down onto the gasping girl’s gaping sloppy slit in a classic 69 position.

This left the gorgeous African-American girl for me, and it took only three strides for me to reach Patty, who was still kneeling exactly where she had been doggy-fucking Veronica. The black honey made a motion to rise, but I shook my head decisively and my hand gave a gentle downwards push on her shoulder. Understanding dawned in her deep dark eyes, and she sank backwards to lie on the nearer side of the blanket, the length of the dildo pointing like a flag-pole straight up to the sky. I stood above her for a moment, fingering my labia apart to give her a good view of my pussy. Patty looked like a prospector who had suddenly struck gold, and so in a way she had. I’ve found that not everyone gets turned on by blondes and not everyone gets turned on by brunettes – but everyone likes a pretty redhead, or at least they do when I trail my pussy in front of them. Patty seemed entranced, as I carefully lowered my cunt onto the spear of her dildo and slid downwards, the rod sliding wetly into my vagina. I pressed down until I had taken the whole length inside me and my labial lips were pressed against the dildo’s harness. My knees were placed either side of Patty’s hips, and once in place I reached forward to fondle her generous D-cup breasts. I was fascinated by their glossy chocolate texture and darker expansive aureoles, and the prominent brown nipples that hardened under my caresses.

Patty took a firm grasp of my waist on either side, and her athletically-muscled arms began to pump me up and down the shaft of the dildo, raising me up with deliberative slowness and then heaving downwards with a vigorous pull until my cunt-lips smacked against the base of the strap-on with a decisive wet thump. I gave a ragged cry, incredibly turned on by her aggressive vigour and the grin of fierce determination on her face. Through all of this, she stared directly into my hazel eyes and I gazed back down at her deep dark irises. By now, I was grasping her breasts more for support than stimulation, and the impaling penetrations of the dildo were really getting me off. Despite the cooling spring breeze, sweat beaded my face and breasts, and I began to moan loudly in approaching climax.

As my body bowed over her, my eyes almost closed, Patty expertly removed one of her hands from my hips and poked her fingers into the top of my gash, questing for my clitoris. Within seconds she had scored on her target, and began rubbing at it, kneading it and even – in the final seconds before I came – pinching it! This pushed me right over the edge and I gave a hollering shriek, bucking up and down on Patty’s strap-on like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco at a rodeo, and then my whole body spasmed in a massive pulsating orgasm. I ground my cunt down against her with all my force, prolonging the shuddering wave of climaxes that exploded in my pussy for as long as I could make them last.

As they dissipated, I collapsed sideways with a bubbling moan to lie beside Patty on the blanket, and the black girl scooped me into her arms, cuddling me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. However, fucking me from underneath like that, with its unusual mixture of passivity and dominance, had really lit a fire in her pussy, and her need was urgent. She unfastened the harness of the strap-on and thrust the wetly-glistening plastic cock into my hands.

‘Do me, please – oh, God! I want you to take me, really give it to me!’ she begged, adding with a gasp: ‘Aaah! Fuck – I really need it, babe – fuck me real good, real hard – no holding back!’

Who was I to refuse a damsel in distress? – well, in need of a good lesbian fucking, anyway! My dusky princess arched her legs wide apart, and I had my first clear look at her beautiful cunt – like Sally and myself, and I expected Veronica also, she kept it shaved for ease of lesbian access, and her prominent mound was fully visible, the darker brown ridges of her puffered labia making a startling contrast with the violent pink gash of her partly-open vagina. My eyes were glued to this vision of feminine sexual beauty as I knelt between her spread thighs, buckling the strap-on firmly around my waist and cinching the understrap carefully over my still-throbbing pussy.

‘Missionary position?’ I enquired with a smile.

‘Oh, yeah! – convert me, oh wonderful white woman!’ Patty laughed in gleeful reply, as she slipped her hands under her own ass and thrust her pelvis up in the air, offering me her gaping cunt.

Well, I’m a good girl and always do what I’m told, so I lay on top of her beautiful ebony body, thrust the dildo into her smooth slick hole, and then humped the sexy sapphic slut like there was gonna be no tomorrow. Patty’s eyes widened, surprised and enthralled at my coarse passion. Soon her ecstatic cries were harmonising with those of her blonde girlfriend, as next to us my lover brought Veronica to a third bone-shaking orgasm.

After this climactic crescendo, we all rolled together into the middle of the blanket as one giggling, squealing bundle of sweet lesbian girl-flesh, with our limbs entangled, our mouths meeting in sweet kisses, and our hands eagerly finding breasts to stroke and pussies to poke. Eventually, from sheer physical exhaustion, we ended up lying side-by-side on the blanket on our backs, with Patty next to me, Sally on her other side, and Veronica next to her, with each of us having at least one hand on another babe’s cunt. The day was beautiful, with the sky a bold unbroken blue above us and the gentle breeze sighing softly amongst the peaceful pines. Sally gave a satisfied sigh, and said with a contented smile:

‘Girls, this is gonna be a fuckin’ great fuckin’ holiday!’

She was right – she’s always right, that’s one reason why I love her so much. Of course, being fantastic in bed and regularly screwing me witless probably has something to with it as well!

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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Dana and Abby make it to the safe house but plans go sideways and someone has to leave. Will everything explode or will it go as planned?

This is Chapter 3 of the “Yes, Detective” series. I hope you all like it! Chapter 4 should be out soon after this one posts!

***Please remember that this story (in fact, all of my stories) are FICTION. Please don’t comment about how unrealistic the story is nor vote negatively with that opinion.***

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Chapter 3

Abby hauls her mother’s bag into the house with a groan of effort.

“Jesus mom, what did you bring with you?”

Abby groans and Dana smiles as she brings in one of the lighter bags. Abby’s mother hits her lightly on the arm.

“How am I supposed to know how long we’re staying here? Everything you told me about that horrendous family makes me think we’ll be here a while.”

Abby’s mother says then walks back out to grab more bags. Dana sets down the bags she has and tries not to think about the words Abby’s mother said. Abby sets down the bag she is holding and walks closer to the other woman.

“I’m sorry about my-“

Dana stops Abby with a small sad smile.

“Don’t apologize. She doesn’t know and even if she did…she wouldn’t be wrong.”

Dana whispers and walks past Abby to close the trunk of the car. Abby sighs and bites her lip. Her mother walks into the house with Dana following behind her.

“I hope you two don’t mind sharing a bed. Abby only thought about me and herself when she bought the house.”

Her mother says. Abby groans and palms her face.

“I totally forgot about that. I can sleep on the couch.”

Dana starts to say she will sleep on the couch but Abby’s mother steps in with a mischievous smirk only her daughter recognizes.

“You girls are FRIENDS, are you not? The bed is the perfect size for the two of you. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Without waiting for an answer, Abby’s mother grabs her bags and walks down the hallway and into her bedroom. Abby narrows her eyes after her mother.

“She’s being suspicious.”

Abby says and looks back at the brunette. Dana raises her eyebrow.

“She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever met.”

Dana grabs her bag and goes into the second bedroom. Abby rolls her eyes and follows her inside. They silently unpack their things and Dana hides the guns in the closet on the shelf. They come back out and see that Abby’s mother has started cooking already. Dinner is filled with talking about her mother’s life in Maine and laughing at Abby’s funny childhood embarrassments. Every time something about the Morgan family came up Abby would change the subject. Her mother was becoming suspicious but never asked her anything on the subject. Abby and Dana volunteer to wash the dishes and let Abby’s mother go to bed and make it an early night for her. Abby washes the last dish and leans against the sink, looking at Dana.

“Does your family know you like women?”

Abby asks curiously. It has been in the back of her head ever since they met her mother at the station. She had realized then that she was out to her family but she didn’t know if it was the same for Dana. Dana shakes her head.

“Only my father knew. He caught me in bed with a woman. Afterward, he said he’d never love me any less. I told him I wasn’t ready to tell Mother and he took it to the grave like he said he would.”

Dana gives Abby a small smile before drying the last dish. She’s adored the memory for quite some time.

“Your mother-“

Abby starts but Dana cuts her off.

“My mother would die before she accepted her only daughter as a lesbian.”

Dana says softly and looks at Abby. The blonde bites her lip.

“This whole time I’ve been upset about my situation and what my family is doing about the situation I’ve put them in. Now I’ve thought about you and how hard you’ve had it all your life. I feel bad that-“

Abby tries to explain but again Dana shuts her down again.

“I don’t need your pity.”

Dana snarls and turns to leave but Abby grabs her wrist to stop her.

“Wait- it’s not pity.”

Abby insists. Dana tries to move away again but Abby traps her against the island in the middle of the kitchen with a hand planted on either side of the brunette’s waist.

“It’s not Dana. I…I just want you to know that I’m thankful for all that you’ve done for me and my family.”

Abby says softly and absent-mindedly brushes a few dark locks away from her eyes. Dana closes her eyes and swallows the emotion in her throat yet again.

“My father was the only person who I connected with in my family. Brandon is Mother’s favorite like he said, as I was my father’s. I…I miss him.”

Dana opens up to Abby. Abby smiles before pushing back more hair and tucking it behind Dana’s ear. Dana opens her eyes and looks at the detective with sad eyes.

“When I take down the company I’m going to the FBI.”

Dana admits. She had thought it about it the whole train ride here. It is the right thing to do. The company will be taken down either by her or the police. But the police would take too long and show up empty because she had already told Brandon to move his businesses elsewhere. Abby’s eyes widen in surprise.

“You-You’re going to take down your family’s company? How can you do that? It’s just you.”

Abby asks incredulously. Dana smirks and cups Abby’s cheek.

“I have more friends then Brandon knows about.”

Dana husks and Abby looks at her in confusion.

“What about you? Th-The FBI will-“

Dana silences her with a kiss. Abby’s eyes flutter closed and she wraps her arms around Dana. Dana threads her fingers into blonde hair and moans deeply. Abby presses her harder into the island’s counter with a groan. Someone, other than themselves, clears their throat and Abby and Dana pull away from the kiss to find Abby’s mother smirking.

“Are you still going to say you’re just friends?”

Abby’s mother asks and Dana looks at the ground, wiping the moisture from her lips shyly. Abby sighs and tries to hide her smile.

“Mom.”

Abby raises an eyebrow and her mother chuckles. It was just like when she was a teenager and her mother had walked in on her and her best friend kissing in the kitchen after sneaking down to eat ice cream during their sleepover. Abby’s mother walks into the kitchen and grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

“Just getting a water.”

Abby’s mother says as she leaves the kitchen with a smug smile. Abby groans and looks at Dana.

“I’m sorry about her.”

Abby says softly and reluctantly pulls away from the other woman. Dana feels the cold void when Abby steps away and shrugs.

“It’s okay.”

Dana says and gives Abby a smile before walking down the hallway to their room. Abby closes her eyes and wishes her mother hadn’t interrupted them. Wait…She shouldn’t want Dana at all. She can’t. Dana touches her lips as she looks in the mirror. She closes her eyes and feels Abby’s lips against hers, soft, gentle, and warm. The door to the room opens and Dana snaps her eyes open to look at the detective in the mirror. Abby sees Dana’s hand jerk away from her lips and her own lips tingle from the memory. Dana clears her throat and slides underneath the covers of the bed. Abby dress into her pajamas and gets into bed next to the brunette. Abby reaches underneath the lamp shade and turns off the light. Dana takes a deep breath before turning her body to the blonde.

“I’m leaving in the morning.”

Dana states firmly. Abby’s eyes widen and she quickly turns on her lamp again.

“No- wait, why?- Dana, stay a little longer.”

Abby asks in confusion. Dana has no real reason to leave right now, does she? Abby asks herself. Dana sighs and smiles softly at he detective.

“I just need to take down the company before I lose my nerve or before they find you and your family.”

Dana says and stops herself from reaching her hand out and stroking Abby’s cheek. Abby frowns and shakes her head.

“You can stay here a while longer- get everything together.”

Abby offers and Dana shakes her head.

“I can’t. I have to do this Abby. I’ll have my friends to help me. I have over 6 people on my side.”

Dana insists and the blonde looks at her pleadingly.

“Let me help. I’m a really good shot and-“

Dana stops her. She can’t let Abby get hurt, not because of her. Her family has already done enough to the Warren family. Dana doesn’t meet Abby’s eyes and silently vows not to for the rest of her stay at the safe house.

“And it’s too dangerous. You’re not going. You have a family to protect. How would your mother feel without a daughter? Or your father? Your brothers don’t need to lose another sibling, do they? And you’re probably going to be an aunt, Abby. You. Are. Not. Coming.”

Dana makes her case and lays on her back. Abby opens her mouth to argue but Dana is right. Abby has too many things to lose and Dana has nothing. Her family turned on her as she turned on them. Her brother is willing to kill her. Her mother couldn’t care less and might be willing to do the same. She doesn’t have anyone to fight for. Dana would die and no one would know because she doesn’t even exist except to her family, personal friends, and the family’s house staff. Abby lays back down and closes her eyes.

“Thank you.”

Abby whispers before reaching up to turn off the light. Right now, Abby is a robot. She can’t have feelings for Dana leaving. Her family means too much to her. Dana rolls away from Abby onto her side and falls into a restless sleep. Abby does the same.

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Abby wakes slowly when she feels the press of a palm to her stomach. Her eyes blink open and all she sees is dark hair cascading over her chest and shoulder. Abby smiles softly when she realizes Dana is curled against her. The brunette’s head is on Abby’s shoulder, her hand on Abby’s stomach, and her legs wrapped around Abby’s. Abby runs her fingers through Dana’s unruly hair and closes her eyes again. It’s a few minutes later that Abby hears Dana’s groan and her fingers stop. Dana lifts her head and sleepily gazes at Abby. The blonde simply stares at her. Dana’s eyes scan her face, her eyes shining brightly even in the morning and her blonde hair tousled slightly. She leans forward and presses a light kiss to Abby’s surprise stricken lips. It’s sweet and gentle. Nothing like last night…or anytime before then either.

“You look really beautiful.”

She explains in a whisper when she pulls away. Abby continues to stare at Dana as the brunette gets out of bed and steps into the bathroom. Abby sits up and swings her legs out of bed, hearing several satisfying pops of her spine. Dana steps under the warm water and closes her eyes. Abby moves out of her bedroom to hear rustling in the kitchen with the smell of bacon wafting through the house. Of course, her mother is up. She walks into the kitchen with a small smile when she sees her mother cooking eggs and bacon over the oven range.

“Good morning sweetheart. Your plate is on the counter.”

Her mother says. Abby smiles and kisses her mother on the cheek.

“Good morning. Thank you for cooking.”

Abby mumbles and takes a seat at the breakfast bar. Her mother turns with the skillet in hand and drops another piece of bacon on her plate.

“How did it go with Dana?”

Her mother asks and Abby grunts with a large spoonful of eggs in her mouth. Her mother frowns and tilts her head to the side.

“It didn’t go well?”

Abby looks up at her mother with sad eyes, swallowing the food in her mouth.

“I can’t tell you why but she’s leaving. This morning. Probably when she gets out of the shower.”

Abby says and looks back to her food. Her mother sets the skillet down and turns off the burners.

“She doesn’t like you? Is that why it was so awkward when I caught you two last night?”

Her mother asks. Abby doesn’t say anything. Letting her mother believe that Dana doesn’t like her is easier than having to explain that she let the sister of the person who runs the Morgan company into their safe house. Her mother sighs and starts washing the dishes and pans.

“I’m sorry honey.”

Her mother comforts and Abby shrugs. Dana gets dressed and packs her bags, leaving one gun for Abby. Dana hesitates when she sees a pad of paper and pen but grabs for it and leaves Abby a note on her pillow. She walks out of the room to the smell of food and she smiles. She walks into the kitchen to see Abby nursing a plate of food and glass of orange juice at the breakfast bar. The blonde doesn’t look up at her and Dana isn’t surprised that she doesn’t. Abby’s mother walks up to Dana with a warm smile but she could tell she was slightly angry. Abby must have told her mother about Dana leaving…hopefully nothing else. Abby’s mother brings Dana into a hug.

“It was very nice to meet you, Dana.”

Abby’s mother whispers. Dana smiles softly and pats the older woman’s back.

“You too Ms. Warren.”

Dana whispers back. Dana pulls away from the hug and takes the paper plate Abby’s mother hands her.

“Food for the road.”

Abby’s mother says and Dana smiles.

“Thank you, for everything.”

Dana says then walks to the front door. Dana hesitates when she grabs the door knob. She looks back to Abby.

“Abby…”

Dana gets her attention. Abby looks up at Dana and can’t help but frown at the hurt she feels in her chest as she sees Dana prepared to leave.

“I am so sorry for everything I have done.”

Dana says and looks straight into Abby’s eyes. Abby hears Dana’s genuine apology and bites her lip then nods in acceptance. Dana turns and walks out of the door. She sighs and walks to the bus station near the safe house. She swallows the emotions she didn’t even know she had until they were trying to bubble up inside her. Dana grabs her phone, calling those 6 people on her side and telling them the plan. Abby pushes her food away and pushes back her hair that had fallen loosely into her eyes. Neither Abby nor her mother says anything. They simply watch tv, read books, and bake cookies all day the way they used to do. It’s comforting to Abby. As is calling and talking to her father and brothers, making sure they are safe and comfortable in the safe houses. Only when she walks in her room and sees the note on her pillow does her breath catch. Abby grabs the note and reads.

Dear Abby,

If I don’t take down the company I want you to know that our time together was real and I am sorry I failed you and your family. Stay safe.

-Dana

Abby swallows and sits on the bed with the note in her hand.

“Darling?”

Abby looks up to see her mother.

“I don’t know what Dana apologized for. I don’t know why she left. I don’t know who she is to you…but I do know that she cares about you and you care about her. Don’t let her go. I did that once already for this family, we don’t need a repeat. Alright?”

Her mother says with a warm smile. Her mother had been served divorce papers by her father because their marriage had gone stale, according to her father. Her mother was devastated and wanted to continue trying. After a few more months of couples therapy, her father had ended the marriage for good. They still spoke and continued to be a part of family activities. They still loved each other but it wasn’t enough for their marriage to last. Her mother still regrets not trying hard enough. Abby closes her eyes and rubs them in frustration.

“It…It’s more difficult than that mom.”

Abby mumbled and her mother comes to sit beside her.

“You’re a smart young woman Abby. Make it un-difficult and go get her.”

Her mother insists and gently rubs her back. Abby looks up at her mother.

“If I leave you might loose me, mom. I can’t put you through the hurt that you felt after Bailey…not again.”

Abby says softly and holds her mother’s hand. Her mother smiles warmly, tears present in her eyes and she cups her daughter’s cheek gently.

“They way you look at her Abby makes me think we’ll lose you if you lose her. I want you to be happy. You can’t think of everyone else’s life before yours anymore baby girl.”

Her mother says then kisses Abby’s forehead.

“Leave for her Abby or I will kick you out of my safe house.”

Her mother jokes with a soft smile as she leaves the room.

“This is my house.”

Abby joked back and smiles when she hears her mother’s laugh. Abby stands up and grabs her bag from the closet. She packs her clothes and grabs the burner phone she had. She dials Jake’s number.

“Detective Stevens.”

Jake answers and Abby smiles at his voice.

“Glad to know you had better luck than me.”

Abby says and she hears his gasp over the phone.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Abby? Are you okay? Where are you? What happened?”

Jake asks frantically. Abby sighs and tells him everything. About Dana, being kidnapped, being rescued by Dana, protecting her family, Dana leaving. She doesn’t tell him about her plan yet.

“That bitch.”

Jake growls and Abby chuckles.

“She’s okay Jake. She’s taking down her own family. She’ll probably go down for it too.”

Abby defends and Jake scoffs.

“Then maybe I should sleep with her damn brother so we can all forgive each other.”

Jake’s says and Abby rolls her eyes.

“It’s not about that Jake. She…She just…”

Abby tries to explain how Dana is different than her family.

“She’s just a criminal Abby.”

Jake says and Abby sits down on the bed.

“I need your help, Jake. She’s going up against her brother with only 6 people on her side. He has over 20 men at their location. It’ll be a massacre.”

Abby changes the subject promptly.

“What do you want me to do?”

Jake asks curiously.

“I need the whole damn precinct at 7998 Highland drive at 1 o’clock to help her take down the family.”

Abby says confidently.

“What? No way! That’s less than 5 hours Abby and you’re in Maine. You won’t get here in time.”

Jake yells in frustration.

“I’ll be there and I’ll go in alone if I have to so make it happen, Jake. Thank you.”

Abby hangs up just as Jake starts yelling again. Abby takes a deep breath and walks out to meet her mother. Her mother smiles at the bag on her shoulder and pulls her into a hug.

“I love you so much and I am so proud of you.”

Her mother whispers in her ear. Abby feels her heart clench in emotion and hugs her mother tighter.

“I love you too mom.”

Abby whispers back and forces herself not to cry. Her mother pulls back and wipes the tears from her cheeks.

“Now get on out of here, baby girl.”

Her mother says and kisses her forehead again. Abby smiles and walks out of the door. She takes the bus to the nearest helipad station and gets a ride to New York.

////

Dana pulls the bulletproof vest over her chest and straps it in.

“Are you sure about this Dana?”

Her friend, Georgia asks and Dana nods her head. Georgia straps in her vest along with her other five friends and grabs their weapons and as much ammo they can take. Dana takes a deep breath and stands in front of everyone.

“I know you all have families. I know it’s hard to leave them to come do this for a mere friend…I’m sorry I’m asking you to do this for me. You are free to leave if you want, nothing will come between our friendship. I hate myself for asking you to do this.”

Dana promises and looks around the room at her friends. Georiga clears her throat after looking around the room herself.

“I think I speak for everyone when I say you’re not a friend, Dana. You’re family. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t mean it.”

None of them move an inch. Dana smiles.

“Thank you, all of you.”

Dana says and her friends smile. Georiga quickly drives them to the address Dana gives her with Dana in the front seat biting nervously at her fingernails. When they reach the house Dana leads them out of the van and over the wall of the compound. She pulls out her handgun and watches the area as her friends jump over as well. Dana instructs Georgia and her group to go to the South entrance and motions for her group to follow her to the North entrance. Two men stand guard at the front door. Dana looks at James and he gets into position. Within seconds, two bullets fly through the air and make both men crumple to the ground. Dana and her group move forward, bursting through the door and shooting at the threats. It’s loud but Dana can faintly hear shouts of orders from Brandon’s men and the other gun fire from Georgia’s group.

“Kelsey, with me. James, Sof, cover us.”

Dana yells over the gunfire. Dana and Kelsey go up the stairs quickly as James and Sophia let bullets fly at Brandon’s men, forcing them to take cover. Dana breathes through her nose to calm her heart. Her father had taught her the trick when allowing her to go through the fake shootout simulation the company had set up. Dana hears a gunshot behind them then Kelsey’s scream. Dana whips around to send two bullets into a man’s chest. He crumples to the ground and Dana grabs Kelsey by her vest, dragging her into the closest room. Kelsey pants for air as her hands fail to keep the blood in her chest. The mix of blood and gunfire make Dana gag but she presses both hands to the wound in Kelsey’s chest. Kelsey struggles to breathe as blood rises in her throat.

“No! Stay with me Kelsey! Come on!”

Dana yells and tries to keep Kelsey’s eyes on hers. She had met the redhead when her Father had saved Kelsey from her abusive husband. She’s been with the family ever since. Kelsey stops breathing, her eyes still wide in fear. Dana growls and slams her fist against the wall, leaving behind a bloody hand-print.

“What a shame.”

Brandon says from behind her. Dana spins around and points her gun at Brandon with slippery hands. Brandon stands up and leans against the front of his desk.

“She’s beautiful.”

Brandon says and looks away from Kelsey to Dana. Dana brushes the tears away with her arm and holds the gun tighter. Brandon chuckles and reaches onto his desk for something out of Dana’s sight.

“Don’t.”

Dana growls and Brandon raises an eyebrow.

“You won’t shoot me, Dana, I’m your brother.”

Brandon continues to reach for the object. Dana takes aim and pulls the trigger. Brandon jerks his hand away with a gasp as the bullet grazes his forearm.

“Hands. Up. Now.”

Dana demands. Brandon clenched his jaw and his eyes flare with anger. Rage. Brandon reluctantly raises his hands above his head. Abby was already walking through the house. Jake had told her the team was 10 minutes away but the gunfire prompted her to go in alone. A few bodies were lying on the ground with blood surrounding them and their guns in their hands. Two men round the corner and Abby shoots them down. She creeps up the stairs and checks the first door. Nothing. Abby backs up and walks down the hallway until she meets another door. Nothing. Abby backs up again but this time something cold and hard presses between her shoulder blades.

“Abby Warren. Finally, we meet.”

A female voice says behind her.

“Gun.”

She says and Abby raises her hands and allows the person to take the gun from her hand.

“Turn around, come on.”

Abby turns around and immediately recognizes Heather Morgan, the mother of Dana and Brandon. Heather smiles.

“Let’s go meet the rest of the family, shall we? Turn around and walk.”

Abby does as she is instructed and the barrel of the gun presses against her back again, pushing her to move forward.

“There is a police squad on their way Ms. Morgan.”

Abby says, trying to keep her heart rate down. Heather chuckles as they stop at a door.

“They won’t be a problem if we have one of their detective’s, now will they?”

Heather asks but as soon as Abby is about to respond Heather pushes the door open to reveal Dana, blood covering her hands holding a gun at Brandon. Abby looks to the dead redhead on the floor with a bullet wound to her chest. Dana must have tried to save her. Dana looks at the door and her eyes widen when she sees Abby being held at gunpoint by her mother.

“Abby!”

Dana yells through clenched teeth. Abby gulps at the death glare from the brunette. Without Dana’s knowledge, Brandon had grabbed the gun from his desk and pointed it at her.

“Drop your gun darling. We don’t want to hurt you.”

Her mother says with a kind smile. Dana looks from her brother to her mother. One gun at her, one at Abby.

“No. Hurt me, let her go.”

Dana says and keeps her gun firmly pointed on Brandon. Abby’s eyes widen in panic. Her mother clicks her tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart that isn’t how we do business anymore.”

Her mother admonishes and slams the butt of her gun against the back of Abby’s skull. Abby winces and falls to her knees. Dana tenses and starts to move to Abby but her mother presses the gun into the side of Abby’s temple.

“She’s your weakness. Your father was mine. I had to get rid of him.”

Her mother says coldly. Dana falters and drops her gun to her side.

“You…”

Dana starts and tears prick the back of her eyes. Abby closes her eyes as she feels something warm trickling down her neck. Dana’s mother killed their father. Heather sighs and rolls her eyes.

“This is why I didn’t let your father pick you to be his successor. You’re far too emotional.”

Heather says in disinterest. Dana clenches her jaw.

“You killed our father? Your husband?”

Dana spits in rage. Her mother doesn’t say anything. Dana looks at Brandon.

“Did you know about this? Did you know our mother killed our father?”

Dana asks furiously. Brandon nods his head.

“She promised me the rule of the company. Father was always too weak Dana.”

Brandon says just as coldly as their mother. Dana shakes her head.

“You both make me sick.”

Dana says venomously. Heather chuckles and jerks Abby’s head back by her hair. Abby lets out a yelp of pain and Dana steps towards her. Her mother presses the gun hard against Abby’s jaw.

“You make me sick, Dana. Sleeping with this woman. You are a Morgan and you will ruin our reputation with your nonsense. No daughter of mine will be a lesbian.”

Heather snarls and Dana narrows her eyes at her mother.

“You both have already destroyed our reputation! I am not your daughter, not anymore!”

Heather narrows her eyes at her daughter then looks to Brandon.

“Grab her gun, Brandon. Then come over here and keep Abby company- and take off that ridiculous vest, Dana. I would’ve shot you already if I wanted to.”

Heather says sickly sweet. Dana hesitates but gives in after Brandon takes her gun, pulling off the vest. Brandon stands next to Abby with the barrel of his gun pressed against her forehead. Abby looks up at Brandon with a glare. Heather walks to Dana and cups her chin. Dana tries to pull away but her mother’s grip only tightens.

“You listen to me, my dear.”

Heather growls and looks straight into Dana’s eyes.

“I’m going to kill this woman. Then we’re going to leave. You don’t have a choice in this family anymore. If you want to live? Do. As. I. Say.”

Heather finishes with a hard glare. Dana rips her chin from her mother’s grip. Abby sees this going badly. She knows Heather is willing to kill her daughter.

“You think-“

Dana starts angrily but Abby cuts her off.

“Go, Dana. Please, just leave.”

Abby pleads, tears stinging her eyes as she looks at Dana. Dana gawks at the blonde and shakes her head.

“Are you crazy? No! They’ll kill you! I can’t just let that happen, I can’t. I won’t, Abby.”

Dana says firmly. Heather chuckles and turns to Abby, pointing the gun at her as well Brandon.

“You can’t stop us, though, can you dear?”

Heather smirks and starts to pull her trigger. Abby clenches her eyes tightly. Dana feels like she’s moving in slow motion when she jumps out and knocks her mother’s gun upward, the bullet hits the plaster of the ceiling. Another shot rings out and Dana feels searing hot pain slice through her side. Heather’s guns clatter to the floor from the impact. Dana cries out and falls to the floor. Abby opens her eyes at Dana’s cry. Brandon smirks proudly at shooting his sister. Abby grabs both of his guns and stands up quickly, aiming one at Heather and the other at Brandon.

“Don’t!”

Abby yells when Heather reaches for her guns. Heather raises her hands as does Brandon. Dana sucks air into her lungs and blinks rapidly, trying to get a sense of how bad the damage is. Dana raises her head slightly and looks down at the blood seeping into her shirt.

“Dana? Talk to me.”

Abby asks and tries to look at Dana. Dana swallows hard and closes her eyes.

“I-It hurts Ab-Abby.”

Dana gasps out. Abby clenches her jaw and glares at Brandon and Heather. The door behind Abby opens and two men in SWAT vests step into the room with Jake following.

“Jake. Paramedics, now!”

Abby orders and Jake doesn’t hesitate for a second before turning to get paramedics. She runs to Dana as the SWAT team puts Heather and Brandon in handcuffs. She holds the wound as she looks at Dana.

“You’re okay. Look at me.”

Dana opens her eyes and looks at the blonde. Abby smiles at Dana.

“You’ll be okay. I promise. Keep your eyes open, Dana.”

Abby says as the paramedics rush into the room. Dana smiles slightly but it is pained.

“We need you to move ma’am. Her name’s Dana?”

One of the paramedics asks and Abby nods her head. She feels Jake’s hands pull her away from Dana and the paramedics take over.

“Abby, come downstairs. We’ll get you checked out.”

She pushes Jake away.

“I’m fine. She needs me.”

Abby mutters and crosses her arms, trying to catch what the paramedics are saying. Dana blinks her eyes open and the paramedic shines a light into them. She looks at Abby briefly before she groans and has to close her eyes at the pain.

“Alright, let’s get her out of here.”

One of the paramedics says and they carefully pull Dana onto the stretcher. Dana groans in pain at the move.

“Open your eyes, Dana. Stay with us okay?”

One of the paramedics says as they stroll her downstairs. Dana groans and whimpers in pain at every bump of the stretcher. Abby follows them until they get into the ambulance, then Jake grabs her arms to stop her from getting on.

“Abby, you can’t go with her. Come on. Let someone check you out.”

Jake insists and leads her away from Dana’s ambulance. Abby lets him because making a scene in front of her whole precinct was not in her best interest at the moment. Abby sits down inside another ambulance as Dana’s drives off. Dana opens her eyes and looks around the ambulance.

“Abby? Wh-…Where’s Ab-Abby?”

Dana stumbles as she asks the paramedic for the blonde. The paramedic gives her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Detective Warren had her own injuries to be treated. I’m sure you’ll see her soon.”

The paramedic assures her and Dana groans in pain again.

“It hurts.”

Dana grumbles and grips the railing of the stretcher with white knuckles. The paramedic feels her head and curses under his breath.

“Andrea, drive faster.”

The paramedic whispers harshly to the woman in the front named Andrea. She feels her eyes slipping closed even as the paramedic urges her to keep them open. Black. Abby winced as the paramedic makes the final stitch to the back of her head from where Heather had slammed the butt of her gun to get her on her knees.

“You’re all done detective. You have no sign of a concussion but take it easy. Go to the hospital if you feel dizzy, nauseous-“

Abby cuts him off.

“Thank you. I get the gist.”

Abby says and stands up. She walks over to her Captain.

“Warren, it was a ballsy move going in there alone. There’s a body count of 20 with 10 injured. You should have waited for the squad.”

Abby sighs and looks at her Captain tiredly.

“Captain, I just took down the family I’ve been fighting against for three years. You could suspend me and I wouldn’t be upset. I got justice for a 22-year-old boy. Fire me, I don’t care. If you want to make me really upset tell me I am a shitty detective and I handled the whole situation completely wrong.”

Abby says confidently and holds her hands behind her back as a sign of respect. Her Captain smiles proudly.

“You didn’t handle it in the best way but…Good work, Detective.”

Her Captain appraises and walks away with a smile. Abby walks to her car and unlocks the door.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Jake calls out as he runs up to her. Abby turns to her partner.

“To the hospital.”

Abby says and Jake snatches her keys before she can jerk them away.

“Well, you have a head injury so no driving for you. Get in.”

Abby frowns but allows Jake to drive her to the hospital. Jake glances at Abby as she stares out the window.

“She’s still a criminal Abby. You need to keep that in mind.”

Jake says softly, knowing Abby was worrying about Dana. Abby looks at Jake and shakes her head.

“I don’t care, Jake. Not after she saved my life and my family. She took the bullet that was meant for me.”

Abby says back and Jake nods his head in his resignation of the conversation. Abby watches out the window until they reach the hospital. She asks the nurse station about Dana and they tell her she’s still in surgery. Abby sighs and sits down in the waiting room.

“You don’t have to stay, you know. I’ll be fine here. You can take my car, I’ll grab a cab.”

Abby says to Jake. Jake is hesitant.

“I mean it Jake. I’ll be okay.”

Jake sighs and nods his head.

“Okay but you’re not coming to work tomorrow. Get some rest instead, deal?”

He asks as he narrows his eyes at Abby. Abby smiles and pushes him away playfully.

“Deal. Get out of here.”

Abby smiles and Jake smiles back. Abby grabs a magazine and tries to interest herself as much as she can about actors and musicians but it’s difficult. Abby looks at the clock and only 30 minutes have passed by.

////

Dana’s head feels fuzzy and her eyes feel droopy. Her brain fights to tell her eyes to open and they do eventually. Dana looks around the room she is in. She’s in a hospital. Why? Everything comes rushing back to her. Trying to save Kelsey, seeing Abby held at gunpoint by her mother, saving Abby, being shot by her brother, Abby telling her everything is okay, ambulance, then darkness. Dana looks around the room until her eyes land on Abby sleeping on the couch in her room. Dana tries to speak but her throat feels too dry and raw. Her body aches. Especially her stomach. She looks around for the nurse button, pressing it once. A nurse quietly opens her door and smiles at Dana.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Helen. How are you feeling?”

Helen asks quietly so not to wake Abby. Dana swallows roughly.

“S-Sore.”

Dana manages and Helen gives her an ice chip. Dana smiles as the cool liquid slides down her rough throat. Helen smiles warmly and checks Dana’s vitals.

“Do you remember what happened, Dana?”

Helen asks and fixes the position of the IV in her arm. Dana nods and Helen smiles gently.

“Then you know that the detective outside will have to speak to you soon, now that you’re awake?”

Helen asks carefully. Dana sadly nods her head and looks to Abby, who groans in her sleep. Helen looks to Abby also.

“She’s been here ever since you went into surgery. Do you care that she stays?”

Helen asks. Dana shakes her head. Helen smiles and checks the monitors again before writing something down. Dana reaches for another ice chip but her hand is stopped by cold metal around her wrist. Dana frowns at the handcuff linked from her wrist to her bed rail.

“That is just a precaution for now. The detective insisted.”

Helen says softly and watches Dana closely. Dana nods her head.

“I understand.”

Dana mumbles and drops her hand back to the bed. Helen finishes whatever she is writing and leaves Dana with a smile. Abby groans and moves around on the uncomfortable couch. She flinches when pain shoots through the back of her head. Abby sits up and tries to ignore the stitches.

“Abby.”

Dana gets out softly. Abby sits up and smiles.

“You’re awake.”

Dan nods her head and Abby walks over to her bed.

“How do you feel? Does it hurt?”

Abby asks in concern.

“I want you to leave.”

Dana says softly. She knew that if Abby stayed here with her that Abby would be questioned on their relationship. Abby’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Abby asks and reaches for Dana’s hand but The brunette pulls away.

“You’ll get in trouble with your precinct if you stay here with a criminal. People will doubt your loyalty. Leave. Live your life. You’re free from me and my family now.”

Dana says firmly. Abby shakes her head.

“I don’t care. You saved my life, Dana-“

Abby tries to make Dana understand that no matter what she would be there for her now but Dana was having none of it.

“Don’t make me get security, Abby.”

Dana threatens and the look of disappointment on Abby’s face is almost enough to let her stay. Almost.

“Get out.”

Dana snarls as much as she can at the detective. Abby clenched her jaw and walks out of the room, tears of pain and rage stinging her eyes. She doesn’t know why Dana is pushing her away but it is making her angry. Dana sighs and rests her head back against the bed. A knock on her door brings her attention to a tall guy in his 40’s with a badge.

“Ms. Morgan, I need to get your statement about what happened earlier today and then I need to know everything you know about your family’s business. The FBI is willing to work out a deal for your cooperation and information.”

Dana motions him in.

“I’ll talk about earlier today but for everything else, I will need my lawyer and I want this recorded.”

The FBI agent nods his head and takes a seat next to her bed. Dana takes a deep breath and starts from the beginning when she fought with her brother.

////

It takes two years of testifying against her mother and brother in court, while she was serving her own sentence, for Dana to finally escape them. They’re both sent to prisons far away from hers for 30 years. She hadn’t seen Abby since the day in the hospital. Though, Dana had made sure of that. Making the deal with the FBI agent had been easy. They got their information and cooperation from her and, working with her lawyer, she only got 8 years in jail and a deal for the FBI to keep Abby Warren away from her for those 8 years, even while she was testifying. Dana needed Abby to move on from the Morgan family and enjoy her own. Abby had. Not for the first year but she eventually visited her family more often and started dating again. Her family, especially her mother, was furious when she told them about what happened. It took her mother 2 weeks to forgive her daughter for not only bringing Dana into the house but also leaving to walk into a massacre. Dana smiles when she checks the calendar. December 21, 2024. The day she is released. Multiple prison friends cheer for her as she walks out of the building. Dana looks up, expecting to see her lawyer but she stops dead in her tracks when she sees Abby instead, her jaw drops. Dana moves her eyes down Abby’s body. Her hair was cut shorter, she has on tight jeans and boots with a warm winter coat. Dana was dressed in some old jeans, gym shoes, and a thin leather jacket. Abby smiles smugly.

“Dana.”

Abby greets and pushes off the hood of her car, the famous old-fashioned ride that she picked Dana up in for their date. Dana closes her mouth and clears her throat.

“Abby…what are you doing here?”

Dana asks, trying to sound confident but her voice is shaky. Abby sighs and her breath can be seen clearly in the winter weather.

“If I’m being honest? I don’t know.”

Abby says and starts walking towards Dana as she talks.

“I mean, here I am, standing outside a prison in the middle of winter waiting for the woman who saved my life and my family then used the FBI to ban me from seeing her.”

Abby says casually and stops a foot away from Dana. Dana swallows and looks away at the guilt she feels.

“I can’t give her anything in return for saving my family, my life, or for taking the bullet that was meant for me.”

Abby says then uses one finger to lead Dana’s eyes back to hers. The simple touch is electric, something both women realized they had missed all these years. Abby smiles softly, warmly, and confidently.

“But I can get her into my warm amazing car, drive her to the best little diner I can find, and buy her some damn breakfast.”

Abby’s smile turns into a smirk and Dana smiles back.

“Does that sound good to you?”

Abby asks and Dana nods her head. She opens the door for Dana before getting in the driver’s seat. Dana moans softly and rubs her hands on her thighs. This winter was one of New York’s worst by far. Abby smiles at Dana’s reactions to the heat before driving off in silence on the hunt for a diner. They find one in a small little county not far away from the prison and walk inside to seat themselves. The dinner looks like it’s set in the 1950’s with crimson booths and metal bar stools.

“Hello, ladies. What can I get you? Maybe some hot chocolates, huh?”

The older waitress asks as she looks at Dana’s shivering body. Abby smiles.

“I will have a coffee and pancakes with bacon please.”

Abby orders and looks to Dana. Dana smiles at the waitress.

“I will have a hot chocolate and pancakes with bacon also, please.”

The waitress smiles and takes their menus before turning to place their orders. Abby looks at Dana and bites her lip.

“So…how was the prison?”

Abby asks casually. Dana smiles and chuckles. Abby chuckles also but waits for the brunette’s answer.

“Um, scary at first. Not many people liked me because of my family but a lot of other people liked me because I brought them down.”

Dana starts and sighs softly.

“I made some friends and it was a blessing that I did because there was a prison riot between two gangs the first year I was there. My friends and I managed to hide and ride it out in the library.”

Dana says with a smile. The waitress sets their mugs on the table and she takes a sip, moaning at the chocolate hotness running down her throat. Oh, how she misses the real world. Abby smiles at Dana’s moan.

“That hot chocolate is good, huh?”

Abby says all too smugly before sipping her coffee. Dana opens her eyes from her blissful moment and narrows her eyes at the blonde with a smirk.

“You have no idea how great it is to have real hot chocolate after having to drink hot milk with melted chocolate bars in it just so you can have hot chocolate during Christmas- if you’re lucky enough to let the cook give you milk.”

Dana glares slightly but the smile on her face lets the blonde know she is joking. Abby bites her lip.

“How were Christmas’ and everything?”

Abby asks gently, knowing without having to ask that it was bad for Dana. Dana rests her head in one hand with her elbow on the table as she looks into her mug.

“Rough. Because they’re not dead, they’re just in prison. Where they belong but still, I put them there. It’s a horrible thing to do to your family.”

Dana says softly and takes another drink of her hot chocolate. Abby reaches across the table and holds Dana’s hand.

“It was the right thing for you to do.”

Abby whispers softly but knows Dana won’t take it to heart. Dana looks up at her and nods her head with a small smile.

“Pancakes with bacon for you two ladies. Is there anything else I can get you?”

The waitress asks as she sets down their plates. Dana’s stomach grumbles hungrily at the smell of pancakes and bacon.

“No, thank you.”

Abby answers and the waitress walks away. Dana moans deeply at the first bite of pancakes doused in syrup. Abby smiles and takes her own bite. They eat quietly with the occasional moan from Dana at the food or simple small talk. Which was considerably awkward since they’ve never had a lot of small talks throughout the time they’ve known each other. Abby pays for their food and they relax against the worn out padded leather benches.

“Does your family hate me?”

Dana asks the blonde. Abby finishes off her coffee.

“No. They were more upset with me about traveling with you. And also going into ‘a massacre,’ as my mom likes to put it. My mom actually wanted to thank you for tackling your own mother to knock the gun away from shooting me. She was outraged that you got 8 years for your sentence.”

Abby says with a smile. Dana smiles back then looks at Abby’s lips when she bites her bottom lip. She looks away when Abby clears her throat, not noticing Dana’s staring because she was doing her own at Dana’s cleavage.

“You didn’t let me stay that day in the hospital…then you wouldn’t let me see you. Why?”

Abby asks the one thing she’s been upset about with Dana for 8 years. Dana looks at Abby and tilts her head to the side.

“Would you have come to see me at the prison? Tried to help me? Made sure I was okay?”

Dana asks without answering Abby’s question. Abby knows she would have done all of those things.

“Yes, I think I would’ve.”

Abby answers and Dana sighs.

“That is why I didn’t let you stay or see me. You wouldn’t live your life if I was still in it. I was hoping you would forget me.”

Dana says softly and looks Abby in the eyes. Abby smiles and shakes her head.

“Forgetting you is impossible Dana.”

Dana’s lips twitch up at the start of a smile.

“What a shame.”

She husks and a smirk spreads across her lips. Abby licks her lips and heat flares between her legs. All these years and Dana still manages to turn Abby on with her voice alone.

“Shall we go?”

Dana asks and it jerks Abby back into reality. She blinks and stands up with Dana. Dana walks out of the diner first with Abby behind her.

“Where to?”

Abby asks. Dana gasps when her foot slips on ice covering the sidewalk and she falls back into Abby. Abby catches her quickly with her arms around Dana’s waist. Abby chuckles and Dana joins in after her heart rate settles back to normal. When the laughing is over Abby realizes how hard Dana is pressed up against her. Dana does too and looks at Abby to apologize. Abby curls her hand tighter around Dana’s coat clad back. Dana licks her lips and looks at Abby’s. The detective leans forwards and presses her cold lips to Dana’s. Dana moans quietly and wraps her arms fully around Abby’s neck. Abby moves the brunette back against her car and presses against her. Dana moans deeply and tangles her fingers in Abby’s blonde hair. Abby brushes her’s lips for entrance. Dana parts her lips and deepens the kiss, making Abby groan in lust. Dana pulls back for breath eventually and both women pant to get oxygen back into their lungs. She licks her lips.

“Your place?”

She asks quietly and Abby smiles softly, nodding in confirmation. Abby helps Dana get safely into the car before getting into the driver’s seat. Dana shivers and puts her hands in front of the vents when Abby turns up the heat. The blonde drives in the direction of her apartment. 10 minutes later Dana is still shivering. Abby grabs one of Dana’s hands.

“Here. Trust me.”

Abby says and Dana lets Abby put her hand between her thighs. Dana throws her head back as she laughs. Abby chuckles and glances at Dana smugly.

“It’s helping, isn’t it?”

Abby asks and Dana nods her head.

“Oh yeah. You got a lot of heat between these thighs Detective Warren.”

She purrs with a smirk, squeezing the blonde’s thigh. Abby smiles and shakes her head.

“You haven’t changed a bit.”

Abby says and licks her lips, wanting to kiss the shivers right out of the brunette’s body. Dana smiles and rests back against the seat.

“I tried my best not to.”

Dana winks and Abby chuckles. They’re quiet for the rest of the drive. Dana keeps her hand between Abby’s thighs even though her hand was warm a while ago. Abby finally parks next to her apartment building and Dana reluctantly takes her hand back. Abby leads her up to her apartment which is on the third floor. She stares at Abby the whole time in the elevator with sex eyes and Abby gives it right back, though they keep to their respectful sides of the metal box. Deciding to only tease each other. Abby leads them down the hall to apartment 35 and lets them inside.

“So you got a new apartment?”

Dana asks as she walks around, looking at pictures of Abby’s family. Abby takes off her coat.

“Yeah.”

Abby says and walks to Dana, taking her coat for her.

“I like it.”

Dana compliments then let out a gasp as Abby spins her around.

“Thanks.”

Abby says then pulls Dana into a heated kiss. Dana moans in surprise and tangles her fingers in blonde hair. Abby moves quickly, reaching down and starting to pull up the other woman’s top. Dana breaks the kiss and jerks her shirt off then grabs for Abby’s shirt, tossing it to the side. The brunette crushes their lips together and Abby leads them towards the bedroom with a moan. Dana struggles to unbutton Abby’s unbearable tight jeans with a frustrated groan. The detective chuckles against Dana’s lips before smacking the brunette’s hands away and unfastening them herself. Dana smiles and slides her hands down Abby’s back to then grab her ass.

“How do you even get in these jeans?”

Dana teases and tugs down the jeans. Abby smiles as Dana kisses down her neck then her chest, making a trail all the way down to the top of her panties while she pulls down Abby’s jeans. Abby steadies herself on her shoulders as she pulls off the blonde’s jeans. Dana moans as she kisses up Abby’s thigh and smells her arousal through her panties. Abby gasps and closes her eyes as her kisses grow closer to her cunt. Dana licks Abby’s thigh then pulls down the panties.

“Dana.”

Abby groans and slides her fingers into the thick brown hair resting between her thighs at the moment. Dana slides her hands up the back of Abby’s thighs and then cups her ass roughly. Abby gasps and tightens her grip in Dana’s hair.

“Please, Dana. I need you so bad.”

Abby begs and her hips jerk in anticipation. Dana moans at her begging, most definitely having missed it, and stands up.

“I can see that.”

She husks as her fingers drag through Abby’s abundant wetness. Abby moans and wraps her arms around her neck, pressing harder into her and grinding her hips against her fingers. Dana uses her other hand to grabs Abby’s ass.

“Do you remember this position?”

She husks with a smile, thrusting into Abby with two fingers. Abby gasps then let her head roll back on her shoulders with a moan.

“H-How could I f-forget?”

She stumbled out then moans again. Dana kisses Abby’s neck, nipping the creamy skin every so often to make the other woman moan louder. Dana thrusts deeper into Abby and guides the blonde’s leg to come up to her hip but instead of resting on the bed like her own foot did so many years ago, Abby’s foot rests on her nightstand. Dana moves her lips up to brush against the detective’s ear.

“You made me cum so unbelievably hard- twice even, if I remember correctly.”

Dana breathes out and adds her hips into her thrusts, making them deeper and harder. Abby cries out in pleasure and tangles her fingers in Dana’s hair.

“Oh God! Yes! Dana, don’t stop!”

Abby groans and gyrates her hips desperate to cum on Dana’s fingers. Dana moans and crushes their lips together. She keeps her rhythm going but breaks the kiss and moves her free hand up to unfasten Abby’s bra.

“Hands up.”

Dana mumbles and Abby complies, trusting Dana to keep her steady. Dana does and she flings Abby’s bra to the side. The blonde moans and grabs Dana’s shoulders, feeling her orgasm coming fast. Dana switches her wrist’s position and presses her thumb hard against Abby’s clit while her other hand teases the blonde’s nipple. Abby’s nails dig into Dana’s strong shoulders and her hips hump her hand.

“FUCK! Right there! Fuck me so good Dana! Yes, yes, yes!”

Abby screams and cums hard on the brunette’s fingers. Dana moves her hand that is holding Abby’s breast down for her arm to wrap around the blonde’s waist. Abby feels her leg push out so it doesn’t buckle then something crashes to the floor. Dana holds Abby to her as the lamp shatters to the floor. Abby rides out her orgasm with her face buried in a strong shoulder. She gasps for air as Dana pulls her fingers out of her.

“Are you okay? The lamp broke.”

Dana mumbles in concern and gently strokes Abby’s back. Abby pulls back to looks at Dana.

“Lay down on the fucking bed.”

Abby whispers back. Dana smiles and sits down on the bed. Abby, with Dana’s help, carefully moves to straddle her. Abby immediately pushes Dana onto her back and holds her hands down.

“How does it feel to make a woman cum so hard that she breaks a lamp?”

Abby teases and kisses down Dana’s neck.

“It feels like I want to do it again.”

Dana moans and suddenly rolls them over with Abby on the bottom. Abby glares and reaches down to grab Dana’s ass, that is still clothed.

“I’m going to fuck you…so take off your damn clothes.”

Abby says fiercely and unfastens Dana’s jeans. Dana immediately leans back and takes off all her clothing, not as graceful as she likes but. When she leans back over Abby the blonde pulls her into a deep kiss and moves her hand down to cup her sex. Dana moans and grinds against Abby’s hand.

“Grab the headboard.”

Abby demands and the brunette moans but doesn’t grab the headboard. Abby moves down until Dana’s pussy is above her lips.

“Grab the damn headboard.”

Abby demands again and Dana does with a grunt.

“I don’t think you were ever this bossy-ah! Oh god!”

Dana moans when Abby starts eating her out. Dana grips the headboard with white knuckles and jerks against the detective’s mouth. The blonde works her up fast, alternating between sucking Dana’s clit or flicking it. Her head sways with lust and her wanton moans don’t stop even for a second. Abby moans and grabs Dana’s ass, pulling her tighter against her. Dana gasps and throws her head back.

“Fuck! Right there Abby- God! YES!”

She cries out, digging her nails into the wood. Abby moans and sucks Dana’s clit hard. The brunette leans into the headboard and moans, her forehead pressing into the wall.

“Abby, you fuck me so good. Just like that, oh yes.”

She moans out softly and her hips grind faster. Abby moves her hands up Dana’s back and presses her down farther. Dana complies and rests fully against the wall. She moans in utter lust, feeling her orgasm coming fast with Abby’s alternating technique. Abby’s hand moves down between Dana’s legs until her hand is above her chin. The brunette gasps and arches her back with a groan when Abby’s fingers circle her entrance then push in slowly. The blonde moans at the way Dana’s muscles grab her fingers and pull them in deeper.

“Oh god- oh god…I’m going to cum so fucking hard, Abby- YES! Faster! FUCK!”

Dana pants out then screams in her orgasm when Abby fucks her fast and hard, then sucks her clit harder and flutters her tongue over the bud. Abby grabs Dana’s ass and holds the brunette’s bucking hips against her mouth. Dana lifts one hand as the hardest wave of her orgasm hits her and rakes her nails down the wall. Abby gently pulls her mouth away and stills her fingers inside of the woman above her. Dana swallows hard and drops both of her hands back to the bed. Abby gently slides her fingers out of Dana and leads her down to the bed.

“Wow…your mouth…and-and fingers, your tongue…”

Dana mumbles and lays back on the bed with her head at Abby’s feet and her own feet on the pillows. Abby smiles and rolls onto her side, stroking Dana’s calf with the tips of her fingers.

“What about my mouth,”

Abby draws and kisses Dana’s calf.

“My fingers,”

Abby says and runs her fingers up Dana’s thighs, making the brunette bite her lip sexily.

“And my tongue?”

Abby asks and licks a languid path to Dana’s ankle. Dana closes her eyes and groans before sitting up and gripping Abby’s chin, pulling her up to sit with her. Dana kisses the blonde hard and Abby moans against her lips, cupping Dana’s cheek softly. Dana pulls away but just slightly.

“I’ve really missed them.”

Dana whispers. Abby smiles softly and bites her lip.

“I’ve missed yours too.”

Abby admits and Dana smiles also. The blonde lays back and Dana silently lays next to her, her head on Abby’s shoulder and her arm across her stomach. Dana pulls Abby’s white sheets around them but only just above their waists. Dana runs her fingers over the smooth skin of the detective’s stomach, noticing how Abby’s abs had become more defined over the years. Dana’s head wonders to the years that Abby has been alone. Then she wonders if Abby had actually been alone.

“Have you been with someone else? Obviously, you aren’t with someone now.”

Dana asks and nuzzles her nose into Abby’s skin. Abby swallows hard at the question.

“I have. Most were just one night stands or a few dates.”

Abby responds and wraps her arms around Dana’s shoulder. Dana bites her lip and pulls her closer.

“Nothing serious?”

Dana asks softly. Abby licks her lips and Dana can hear Abby’s heartbeat pick up.

“One. It lasted for a year before she left me for someone else. She never told me why. She kind of just…left, I guess. My family took it harder than me. They really liked her. I didn’t stop hearing about it until half a year later.”

Abby says kind of sadly and pauses in stroking Dana’s back. Dana looks up at the blonde, her chin resting on her hand on the detective’s chest.

“Does your family still talk about me?”

Dana asks curiously, ignoring the jealousy flaring in her chest. She shouldn’t be jealous, though. Abby has a life, the life she should have. Dana is just a blip, she shouldn’t be anything more. Abby smiles at Dana.

“For a long time, you were all they talked about after you went to prison. But eventually, it turned into only a few times a year.”

Abby says and carefully pushes back dark locks. Dana nods her head and doesn’t say anything. Abby sighs and tilts her head to the side.

“You seem…distant now- or sad maybe, I don’t know. Tell me what you’re thinking?”

Abby asks nervously. She can’t lose Dana again and she feels like she will like her whole plan was crumbling beneath her. Maybe showing up at the prison on Dana’s release date was not the best idea. Abby just needed Dana to stay for a little while. She feels like she owes Dana something for everything she’s done. Dana, on the other hand, dosesn’t know how she feels. Dana furrows her brow.

“It’s weird, isn’t it? Being here with you like my very own mother and brother didn’t hold you at gun point. I’ve had 8 years to wrap my head around it and I thought I had but being here with you…it makes everything feel so surreal.”

Dana says softly and avoids Abby’s eyes.

“Because we’re still here, right?”

Abby asks and it only takes a glance into Dana’s eyes to see that she’s right. Abby takes a deep breath and leans her head back to look at the ceiling.

“I felt that for the whole year after it happened.”

Abby says softly. Dana lays her head back down on her shoulder.

“My friends thought my scar from the surgery and the bullet wound was cool so they asked about it a lot…it’s hard to forget.”

Dana mumbles and Abby chuckles.

“Are they 12?”

Dana looks up at Abby again with a smirk and a glare.

“Hey, don’t belittle my prison friends.”

Dana admonishes playfully. Abby smiles and pushes back more dark hair. Dana lays her head back down and moves her leg to rest between Abby’s. Her knee accidentally presses against the blonde’s thigh to feel the sticky wetness from Abby’s arousal. Dana smirks and purposely rubs her calf against her pussy. Abby gasps and involuntarily grinds against Dana’s leg. The brunette smiles and presses a kiss to Abby’s chest then flexes her calf, pressing harder into Abby’s wet cunt. Abby moans and closes her eyes.

“How is your leg so soft but-mmm…s-so firm?”

Abby asks around a moan. Dana chuckles melodically into her ear.

“I worked out a lot in prison.”

Dana husks and rolls on top of the other woman. Abby groans when the brunette presses her thigh against Abby’s cunt. Dana moans as her own pussy presses against her hip.

“Along with my hips.”

Dana whispers into the blonde’s ear and Abby growls. Dana can’t make it out if the growl is from jealousy or lust. Abby points out which for her.

“Why’s that?”

Abby asks, trying to sound firm but her voice is breathless. Dana smiles and rolls her hips, creating more friction for herself and the blonde. Definitely jealousy.

“Because I fucked myself.”

Abby’s breath catches and her hands run down Dana’s back to grab the brunette’s ass. Dana moans and presses her palms into the pillow underneath Abby’s head, pushing herself up to look down at her.

“While I thought of you.”

She admits softly, meeting every grind of Abby’s hips with her own. Abby opens her eyes and they were completely filled with lust.

“Y-You did?”

She asks with a moan, surprised that Dana is telling her this. Abby’s grip on Dana’s ass grows stronger and her hips jerk faster, feeling her orgasm coming on strong from the simple prospect of Dana fucking herself to fantasies of her. Dana moans loudly and makes her thrusts faster.

“Yes.”

She growls lustfully staring into Abby’s dark eyes that probably mirror her own lust. Abby licks her lips and closes her eyes, then arches her back while biting her lip. Dana moans and grinds as fast and as hard as she can, desperately trying to cum. Abby’s jaw drops in a silent scream as her orgasm sneaks up on her. Dana quickly follows, her elbows giving out and she falls to the bed. They pant for air, taking their time to catch their breath. Eventually, Dana pulls back and lays against the bed again. Abby licks her dry lips.

“That was really hot.”

Abby says and looks at Dana. Dana smiles and rolls onto her side facing the blonde. Abby runs her hand over the other woman’s side, entranced by her soft skin. Dana closes her eyes. Abby leans forward and presses a light kiss to her cheek.

“I’m going to go get us some water.”

Abby says and Dana nods her head. Abby carefully steps around the shattered glass from the lamp and walks into the kitchen. Dana pulls Abby’s pillow closer and buries her nose in her scent, feeling sleep start to take over her body. Abby gets them both a bottle of water and walks back into her room. She stops with a smile when she sees Dana fast asleep with her pillow in her arms. Abby walks carefully back to her side and sets down the water bottles. She gets into bed behind Dana and wraps her arm around the brunette’s stomach. Abby closes her eyes and feels herself slip away into sleep.

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Abby is pulled out of her sleep when Dana moves out of her arms. Dana stands up and carefully walks to the bathroom, her bladder had been ready to burst once she woke up. Abby stretches and looks at the clock. 4:56 pm. Dana comes back out of the bathroom and smiles at Abby. Abby smiles back and pats the bed.

“Come back. The bed is cold without you.”

Abby says with a hoarse voice from sleep. Dana chuckles and slides into bed, curling up around the blonde. Abby closes her eyes and enjoys how close Dana is to her. Dana drifts off into a sleep/awake state where her mind wanders. Of course, she thinks about Abby and everything she knows about her…which she realizes isn’t a lot.

“When’s your birthday?”

Dana asks curiously and Abby smiles.

“December 23rd.”

Abby answers and Dana raises her head in surprise.

“That’s two days away.”

Abby chuckles at her reaction and nods her head.

“Yeah. My family is coming over later that night to celebrate then they’re staying for a week because of Christmas.”

Abby says and pushes back some of Dana’s hair away from her face. Dana smiles.

“That sounds nice.”

Dana says with a hint of sadness and trails her finger down Abby’s jaw. Abby bites her lip.

“If you want, you can come over before they get here?”

Abby asks and looks at Dana nervously. Dana smiles and kisses Abby lightly.

“I would love to.”

Dana husks and kisses the blonde again. Abby smiles when she pulls away and lays her head back down on Abby’s shoulder. Abby traces invisible patterns on the brunette’s side when she suddenly comes across a different texture of skin. The brunette tenses and bites her lip. Abby pulls her hand away then leads Dana’s eyes up to hers.

“You’re beautiful Dana.”

Abby says and rolls Dana onto her back. Dana sighs and closes her eyes.

“I tell myself it’s just an ugly scar but the memories that come with it- the fact that my brother did this to me, I just…It’s so hard not to feel down about it.”

Dana admits and opens her eyes to see Abby smiling warmly at her. Abby runs her fingers through dark hair.

“I’m sorry.”

Abby whispers, not knowing what else to say. She can’t make Brandon take back the shot he made at Dana, even though she wants to. Dana smiles and wraps her arms around Abby’s waist.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I wouldn’t have let them get away with anything even if you weren’t there. I think they would’ve hurt me anyways.”

Dana says and kisses Abby’s nose. Abby smiles at the gesture and kisses Dana’s chest. Her kisses slowly move down Dana’s stomach. Abby stops at Dana’s scar and looks up into her eyes. Dana watches in fascination as the blonde reverently kisses her scar. Dana runs her fingers through her hair to make the detective look up at her.

“You’re amazing.”

Dana whispers and pulls Abby up her body, pressing her lips firmly against the other woman’s. The blonde moans softly and parts her lips to deepen the kiss. For a long time, all they do is kiss, relax, and talk. When the clock reaches 6:00 Dana dresses to leave. Abby sighs as she watches her.

“Do you really have to leave?”

Abby asks and rests her head in her hand. Dana smiles at the blonde and walks into the bathroom.

“Yes. I have to get everything in my apartment situated before the landlord turns in for the night. He is very strict about not being woken up while he’s sleeping.”

Dana tells Abby while she pulls her hair back into a ponytail. Abby frowns slightly and Dana walks over to her.

“And I have to finish moving my things in tomorrow so I will see you Friday morning for your birthday.”

Dana says and kisses her forehead. Dana starts to move away but Abby sits up and pulls Dana into a kiss. She moans in surprise but moves her hand up to cup Abby’s cheek. The blonde smiles and moans before pulling back.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Abby says and kisses Dana softly one last time. Dana smiles and stands up.

“So am I.”

Dana says and walks out of Abby’s apartment with a smile. Abby lays back on her bed and closes her eyes, smiling happily.

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A lesbian teacher catches a student cheat and blackmails her.

Blackmailing Beauty
A teacher/student story

A in the closet lesbian teacher catches a student cheat and decides to blackmail her.

Note 1: Thanks as always to Steve and Estragon for their editing help.

Blackmailing Beauty
As soon as I got the job teaching in Hill River, my whole lifestyle had to change. I knew I was a lesbian since I was 16 and had my first girl-girl sexual encounter when I was 18. During college I had many lesbian sexual encounters, dressed very provocatively and partied extremely hard. But when I got my first teaching job in the very conservative town of Hill Valley, I knew I had to hide my sexuality.

I did a pretty good job of it too, at least for five months…but then came Steffi. Steffi was a grade 12 student, already 18, who was the prettiest, sexiest girl I had ever seen. She oozed sexuality and she knew it. She had the blondest of blonde hair and the bluest of blue eyes. Boys drooled over her and girls wanted to be her; and I spent every night alone, in my small apartment, fantasizing about tasting her pussy and having her please me. Of course, there was no reason to think she was a lesbian, as she was often seen flirting with the popular boys who fought for her attention. Many rumours about her filled the hungry minds of the gossip mill, including that she blew guys on the first date, that she had been gangbanged by a few guys during a ski trip, and that she and her best friend Jenny regularly munched from each other’s pussies.

I should note that Steffi was also a member of the gymnastics team. Just the thought of how flexible she must have been made my pussy tingle with excitement. I had seen her perform during a recent competition. I remembered how I could barely refrain from touching my pussy as I watched her perfectly toned body move and contort herself in ways that had me thinking dirty, nasty, dreamy thoughts.

Now even though she was the main figure of every fantasy I pleasured myself to, I in no way had any intention of making my fantasies a reality. But then an opportunity too good to be true occurred. And I took it.

Although Steffi was a very good math student, she was not an overly strong English student. So I was only slightly surprised when I caught her looking at her phone while she was writing her Animal Farm test. She seemed so sweet that I never would have considered her someone who would cheat, but there she was, clearly looking back and forth from the test to her phone. I didn’t confront her with it at the time, just allowing her to finish her test. My plan was already formulating in my nasty mind. When the bell rang, I asked Steffi to stay behind. She sat back down and waited nervously.

After the room cleared, I asked, “Please give me your phone, Steffi.”

“Pardon?” the beautiful 18-year old asked.

“Please give me your phone,” I repeated.

“W-w-why?” she stuttered, nervously.

“I think you know,” I responded.

Instantly she began crying, something I am sure has worked for her in the past. But I simply scoffed, “Steffi, I know the crying game, I have played it myself on many occasions.” I paused before demanding in my teacher voice, “Now, Steffi! Give me the phone.”

Tears still fell down her face as she reluctantly handed me her phone. She blubbered, “I am so sorry. I just…”

I surprised her when I told her, “Shut up. Meet me in the drama lab after school, young lady! We will discuss this further there.”

“Yes, Miss White,” she said through tears as she stood up and walked out.

I flipped through the phone and saw that Jenny, her best friend, had indeed been texting her answers after Steffi had sent her the questions. I pondered what I should do, when a sudden dirty thought flashed into my head. As soon as it was in my head, it would not go away.

What if?….My lust was formulating my plan almost too fast to comprehend now.

I taught one more class, rather distractedly I must say. Then I went to the drama lab where I taught my last class of the day. The class dragged by as I tried not to contemplate the upcoming opportunity that awaited me after the bell rang. My mind boggled with my nasty thoughts while the clock didn’t seem to be moving at all. Mercifully, the period finally ended. I continued my nasty reverie as my students dispersed and headed to their after-school lives.

I didn’t have to wait long before Steffi walked in nervously. I went to the door and closed it. It was Friday and on Friday this placed cleared quicker than kids at a party when the cops show up. I returned to the front and mused, “Now, Steffi, what are we to do with you?”

She immediately began crying again before finally pleading, “I am so sorry, Miss White, it was so stupid of me. Please don’t tell my parents.”

“Hmmm,” I said, as I contemplated her misery. “Well, Steffi, what do you think might be a suitable punishment for cheating?

“Anything,” she said desperately, “I will do anything.”

“Be careful how you word things, my dear,” I said, with a slight flirt in my tone.

Not catching on, she said, “No really, Miss White, I will do anything.”

I smiled, “Well I would be willing to ignore this little indiscretion if….”

Instantly her face changed to one of hope, “Yes, Miss White?”

“If you promise to obey my every command,” I stated casually as I circled her.

She gave me a confused look, and then said tentatively, “OK?”

“No, I don’t think you understand; you must do exactly what I ask,” I explained, stressing the word exactly.

“O-o-o-k,” she nervously said, unsure of what I was implying.

I waited dramatically, before I finally casually asked, “Did you know I am a lesbian, Steffi?”

Again a confused and seemingly shocked look crossed the beautiful teen’s face. I could see her try to process this new information and perhaps the intent behind my telling her it. Finally, she shakily responded, “No, Miss White. I had no idea.”

“Have you ever been with a girl?” I asked, flirtatiously. I now had my face close to hers.

She blushed as she whispered, “Yes.”

“With whom?” I asked curiously.

“I’d rather not say,” she replied, somewhat embarrassed and yet with an ever so defiant tone as well.

With that, I went quickly back on the offensive, “If you don’t want this text sent to your parents and Principal Anderson, then you will answer every question I ask you, understood?” I huffed.

There was a brief pause before she answered quietly, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” I said, “now who did you dyke out with?”

Steffi jumped at my sudden outburst, but then compliantly whispered, “Jenny.”

“I see,” I said. “That makes sense since you two are always together, not to mention she is also the one who gave you the answers to the test.” She flinched again when I added, “So have you two been munching on each other’s cunts for a while?” I was purposely pushing the boundaries. I wanted to see if she had more resistance in her.

My vulgar words had my desired effect on my18-year-old student. They had her both stunned and scared, before she let out a soft sigh and admitted, “Only once a couple of weeks ago.”

I relished my next question, “Why don’t you tell me what happened, Steffi?”

The beautiful blonde took a moment to collect herself. I enthusiastically listened as she told me about her one and only lesbian experience, “We were at a house party with a bunch of friends and I had drunk a lot. Jenny and I ended up in a bedroom somewhere in the house and started touching each other and getting really close. We started kissing and it all happened in a blur. We were both really drunk and so rather carefree and adventurous. We took off each other’s clothes and then she went down on me. I was really drunk, I mean really drunk, but I remember having the best orgasm I’ve ever had before. She was way better than any guy who had ever tried to eat me out. I think I ate her out too, but I really don’t remember.”

“Well don’t worry, you will remember eating pussy before you leave here today,” I guaranteed her.

She gave me a bewildered look, but said nothing, her face turning a shade redder. I continued the questioning, “So have you been with many boys?”

“A few,” the perfect pin-up answered.

“How many is a few?” I queried.

“Depends,” she responded.

“On what?”

“On how you define sex,” she answered casually.

“How many have you fucked?” I asked, bluntly.

“Four.”

“How many have you sucked?”

“A couple of dozen.”

“Wow, so you are a slut!”

She looked up at me and for the first time showed the confidence she showed in class and on the gymnastics gym as she said, “That is not that much. Blow jobs are as common as being felt up. I know girls who have sucked over a hundred guys.”

“I guess I am getting old,” I said, “When I was in high school a hand job was still the norm.” I paused for a bit before saying, “Undress for me.”

She looked at me, now seemingly more comfortable, as she stood up and took off her jeans and t-shirt.

“You are very beautiful,” I complimented her as she stood before me in a bra and panties.

She smiled, clearly used to such compliments, as she replied, “Thank you, Miss White.”

“So what is the sluttiest thing you have ever done?”

She seemed to be really thinking about this before speaking. Finally, she said, not really looking at me eye to eye, “I was at a party at a friend’s house in Malibu last month and I obviously drank a lot and was having a really good time. I met this guy who was soooo hot, I can’t even remember his name, but I do remember his perfect tan, his blonde hair and his amazing abs. We were talking for a little and then we went up to a bedroom and starting kissing. He took my shirt and bra off and licked and kissed my tits. Then I got on my knees, unbuckled his pants and started blowing him. It took about 15 minutes and then I swallowed his cum.”

“Then what?”

“Then nothing. I never saw him again,” she said, casually, like sucking a cock and never seeing him again was an everyday thing.

“I see,” I considered, “Now turn around, and let me really look at you.”

She obeyed rather easily and I began to wonder if she may be submissive. I spent a long time just admiring her perfect ass. I couldn’t wait to play.

“Take off your bra and panties,” I demanded.

Without looking back, she slowly undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. She then pulled down her silk panties and tossed them rather seductively over her shoulder. They landed just a few a feet away from me. I walked over to them and picked them up. I put them to my face and smelled her scent. As expected, it had a distinct sweet aroma. Not as expected, her panties were extremely wet.

I just stared at her. I looked at her perfect ass. I lingered over her sexy long legs. I envied her long blonde hair. She sat there obediently as I admired this perfect teen. I barely remembered being 18, being so young, so ripe. My own pussy began to get damp.

It was time to make my final play. I asked,
“Are you ready to submit to me?”

She turned around and said, her facial expression giving nothing away, “Do I have a choice?”

“Everyone has choices,” I coyly said.

She looked back and said, “Do I?”

I smiled, not wanting to force her to please me, and said, “Of course you do. You can get dressed and leave now. But you don’t want to, do you?”

She looked at me with a brief look of trepidation, before answering, “No, I don’t.”

“Don’t what,” I asked for clarification.

“I don’t want to leave,” she shyly whispered.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“Whatever you ask me to,” she said, subserviently.

“Good girl,” I cooed. “Come and undress me.”

She walked over to me tentatively. As she reached me, she gave me a nervous smile. You could tell she was excited, but still a little insecure. It was so fucking adorable. She fumbled with the buttons on my blouse, but eventually had my shirt undone. She paused as she looked at my small but still firm breasts. She then awkwardly took my blouse off. She fumbled like a horny boy as she unclasped my lace bra. Once unclasped, my bra fell to the floor. She nervously looked at me, hesitant to continue, and slightly mesmerized by my erect nipples. She then went behind my back and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing my black garters, stockings and thong.

She gasped when she saw my naughty and sexy lingerie, the black garters, stockings and tight thong. She seemed to be longing for to own such nice, sexy belongings.

I was definitely flattered at her look of longing as I turned around sexily and explained, “A girl should always be ready to play, my dear.”

“I see,” she whispered. I leaned over and kissed her, my tongue sliding between her sweet red lips. She responded, any earlier resistance long gone.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I broke it off and demanded, “On your knees, my sweetness.”

She looked into my eyes and instantly obeyed again.

I opened my legs and commanded, “Now earn yourself an A.” She stared at my pussy briefly before leaning forward. As soon as her tongue touched my pussy, a quiver went up my back. I quickly realized how much I had missed this feeling. She licked tentatively at first, clearly unsure of what she was doing. She had no focus as she licked my pussy lips and clit randomly. I have to admit my focus became a touch blurred as well, not caring where she licked, but instructing her to do it faster. She immediately got more aggressive in her assault of my cunt.

Her licking began to concentrate on my clit and her hands squeezed my ass. The orgasm began to simmer inside me. I moaned louder and demanded she slide a finger in me. Her one hand left my ass and without her mouth leaving my clit, she slid a finger into my gaping cunt. Her finger pumped in and out of my cunt and was the final push needed to bring me to an explosive orgasm. Steffi kept licking, retrieving my juices as best she could as they sprayed out of my pussy.

Once my orgasm subsided, I said, “That was pretty good, Steffi. You will make a good little pussy pleaser, won’t you?”

She looked up, her face gleaming in my juices. She hesitated, before answering submissively, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you horny?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, somewhat shyly.

“Sit down and spread your legs for me,” I commanded.

She obeyed and spread her sexy legs apart and presented me with a beautiful, ripe shaved pussy. I asked her to touch herself for me and she eagerly obeyed, her eyes never making eye contact with my own. As she began to rub herself, she let out soft moans and the first remnants of her excitement began to sneak out of her pussy. I watched her for awhile, until I was no longer able to resist.

Then I lowered myself to the floor and crawled between the teen goddess’ legs. My sudden presence there startled her briefly, but there was no resistance as I replaced her finger with my tongue. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips the moment my tongue made contact with her hard clit. I took it into my mouth and concentrated on putting firm pressure on her clit. Her moans began to become more consistent and with more enthusiasm as I continued my concentration on her clit. It took only a couple of minutes before I could tell, with the increased volume of her moans and the tightening of her legs, that she was close to her own orgasm. Then I surprised her by sliding a finger in her ass. She let out a brief yelp, but did not protest or complain as I began to finger-fuck her ass.

The dual pleasure was more than my gorgeous student could handle. She screamed “I’m cumming, don’t stop, Ms. White, please don’t stop.”

I frantically continued finger-fucking her ass and then pushed my whole mouth onto her clit and pussy lips. She immediately convulsed as her juices exploded out of her cunt. Her body continued to twitch as the orgasm spread throughout her whole body. Her orgasm lingered for a really long time as aftershock upon aftershock rocked through her body.

My finger was still buried deep in her ass as I looked up at her, my face now shiny with cunt juice, “So my new toy. How was that?”

She looked directly into my eyes, a twinkle in hers, as she answered, still attempting to regain her breath, “Oh my God, Miss Smith, I have never come like that before.”

I smiled back and explained, “You understand, my dear, this wasn’t a one time thing.”

She smiled back and sincerely replied, “Oh, my God, I sure hope not.”

“And what about Jenny?” I asked, still reluctant to take my finger out of her ass.

She smiled, her deviously powerful self back, “Oh, Jenny will do anything I tell her to.”

“Well,” I pondered, “How should we set that up?”

I could see Steffi think this through before an idea popped into her head. “What are you doing now, Miss White?”

I responded literally, “I am lying on the ground with a finger in my student’s ass.”

She laughed and said, “Fine. Be all English proper on me. What are you doing tonight, I mean? Are you free?”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, as I leaned in and licked her still very wet pussy.

She moaned quietly and stuttered, now distracted, “Well, y-y-you could come to my place tonight.”

I quit licking her delicious pussy and asked, “Where are your parents?”

“Bali” she moaned, “Till next Tuesday.”

“I see,” I said, adding reflectively, “so I could have you all weekend?”

“Yes,” my stunning blonde student confirmed.

I returned to her pussy and began to get her fever back up as she explained her plan. The plan consisted of her inviting Jenny over tonight and telling her about getting caught for cheating. She would leave out all the details of what we had already done and tell Jenny that I was going to be over at 7 p.m. to discuss it with them.

After bringing my sexy slave to a second orgasm, I stood up and began to get dressed. I agreed, “That is a great plan, my little slave. I will go home and grab some toys for tonight.”

As she slowly got dressed, she inquired what kind of toys. I told her I had a bundle of surprises for her. When we were both dressed, she gave me her address and we had one last tender kiss.

As I drove home, I stopped at an adult store for a couple of new toys for the weekend. I bought a double ended dildo I hoped to use to watch the two girls fuck each other, a butt plug to use as discipline, and a nice large strap-on cock.

At home, I had a bath, got dressed in a sexy but powerful outfit and packed for an overnight excursion.

At 6:30, I got in my car, my panties already damp, and headed to Steffi’s mansion. It was going to be a great night.

THE END

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This is a story about a shy student coming out of her shell with a bombatious teacher. It’s not the best, but I think I did okay. Comments are welcome 🙂

My History Teacher

I was 18. The legal age to be fucked by someone. Though I had a boyfriend last year that popped my cherry. I didn’t care if I lost my virginity to a jock, he wasn’t the big high school star or anything but he was something and I just wanted to get it over with. He was the same age as me, so it wasn’t illegal. But I came to find out, it didn’t stop one person. My history teacher. She was smoking hot. She was a blonde with piercing blue eyes. Huge tits, firm ass and a huge lesbian and everyone knew it. She had hit on multiple girls throughout the 2 years she had worked at the school. What scared me the most was that she was a she! I have never been with a girl but she was hot. I was straight and I loved guys but I can say when a girl is hot. I had her class at the very end of the day. It was the middle of the school year and everyone knew that Ms. Harper was one of the most strict teachers in the school. You knew not to goof around in her class. I was a quiet girl. I kept to myself and had a limited amount of friends. In class I was I little bit more open but only with my teachers. My first day of school I had ran into her in the hallway, trying to get to her class ironically. I had looked into her fierce blue eyes and was to stunned to speak. She had smiled at me, surprisingly.

“It’s okay. My bad.”

I looked at the floor and she walked around me. I remember walking into her classroom and sitting down in the back. She walked in a few minutes late for the class and our eyes crossed for a second. I see a small smirk on her lips as she sits at her desk. I look at my desk and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. She starts to speak to the class and we glance at each other from time to time. Her with confidence and me with nervousness and embarassment from getting caught looking at her. I didn’t know what it was but my eyes couldn’t keep off of her. There was something about her that drew me too her. She passes out a quick work sheet to the front desks who passed them back. She instructs us to start the worksheet and finish it by the end of class. I finish the worksheet within a minute or two. I was a straight A student. She had sat back down at her desk. I look up at her and see her writing on a piece of paper. I bite the end of my pen unconsciously as my eyes travel down to her well endowed breasts. She looks up at me. I gulp and look back to my paper. I glance up at her and she’s smirking at me. My face turns red and I quickly look back at my paper. The bell rings and she stands up.

“The seats you are in are your assigned seats for the rest of the year. Turn in the worksheet on my desk in the white bin.”

I stand up and grab my things. I was the last one to walk up to her desk. I set my paper in the bin without any eye contact. I walk to the door.

“Excuse me?”

I turn around and meet my soft brown eyes with her striking blue ones. She grabs my paper and holds it up to me.

“I was hoping to learn your name from your paper but it seems like you forgot to write it down. I hope you weren’t distracted by anything in my class?”

She says with a small smile. My face turns red again.

“Oh, umm no ma’am.”

I walk to her desk and quickly write my name on the paper. She smiles.

“Emily?”

I smile and nod my head. She looks up at me with a sultry smile on her face. I blush.

“Have a nice day Ms. Harper.”

I say as I walk to the door. She smiles and nods her head.

“You too Emily.”

I walk quickly to my locker then out to my car. My mind full of confusion. Did she come on to me? Did she want me? Was I gay? What was I doing? I was checking her out every chance I could, that’s not like me! I sigh in frustration. The rest of the week was the same thing. I repeatedly got caught looking at her gorgeous body while she sat back and smirked at me with amusement. I would blush profusely and quickly advert my eyes. A few weeks after that she called me to her desk after class. I panicked. She was going to confront me about staring at her. That or I was doing my work wrong which I highly doubted. I take a big gulp and grab my things. I walk to the front of the class and she motions for me to sit in the front seat across from her desk as the last student walks out of the room. I cross my legs and nervously look at everything but her. She stands up and walks around her desk to sit on the edge in front of me.

“Emily?”

I raise my eyes to her beautiful face and see a look of concern yet amusement playing at the corners of her lips.

“Emily, I think your getting a little distracted in my class.”

Oh shit. My eyes impulsively flick to the cleavage showcased beautifully by her blue blouse. She catches me looking and cracks a small smile as I blush and look at the floor. It disappears as I look back to her.

“W-What makes you think that M-Ms. Harper?”

I say like a bumbling idiot. She smiles and walks to the door. She pulls down the small blind over the small window all the teachers had on their doors for lunch time privacy. She walks back to me and sits on the desk to my left. She crosses her legs and my eyes roam over her toned calves for a second before quickly staring at the floor and blushing yet again. She leans back and rests on her hands and I look at her face with an effort.

“Well for starters, you tend to let your gaze fall lower than most people and you can’t seem to stop blushing around me. Would you like to tell me something Emily?”

She asks me, already knowing the answer to her question. My mouth drops open but I quickly try to answer her with anything but the truth.

“W-What? No. Ms. Harper, this is a miss understanding. Honestly. I was just staring off into space and-“

She uncrosses her legs and her skirt rides up enough for me too see the black panties she had on underneath the skirt she was wearing. I let out a small gasp and face the front of the room quickly. A feel my pussy getting hotter by the minute and my heart start to pound in my chest. I lick my lips.

“Oh god.”

I say quietly. She smirks at me yet again.

“What were you saying Emily?”

I try my best to continue my sentence.

“I-I was just staring off into space M-Ms. Harper.”

I gulp. I couldn’t even convince a child with my excuse. It was a complete lie and she knew it. She smiles and my breathing gets faster.

“Okay, fair enough. But how do you explain all of this blushing? I would love to know what makes you blush so hard Emily.”

She says huskily as she spreads her legs wider. I see this out of the corner of my eye. I blush again. I’m beyond tempted to look at her but I make sure I don’t.

“How about you turn to me?”

She says softly. I gulp and slowly turn to her, my eyes glued to the floor. I hear a smile behind her words.

“Look at me Emily.”

I start to look up at her face but my eyes open wide when I find myself staring in between her legs. I bite my lip and let out a soft moan. She smiles and reaches over to my chin. Her soft skin tilts my head to look up at her. I blush as I stare into her eyes. She tries to hide her satisfaction.

“Back to my original question. Would you like to tell me something Emily?”

I don’t say anything for the longest time and I think she was getting impatient because she raises her eyebrows for an answer. I gulp.

“I…I get distracted in your class because I think your really h-hot Ms. Harper…I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

I say as I stare her in the eyes and blush harder than I was before. She smirks and gets off of the desk.

“That’s what I thought. Would you like to tell me anything else? Is there…”

She says as she lets go of my chin and walks to her desk. She leans against it and stands with her legs apart.

“Something you would like to do Emily?”

I gasp. She wanted me to eat her out. But I had something else in mind. I shakily stand up from my seat and move to the front of it. I lick my lips and move towards her. My breathing get faster as I raise my hand up to her cheek. I look into her eyes and for the first time, she looked almost panicked. She opens her mouth to say something but I ignore the attempt. I’ve been wanting to kiss her for the past 3 weeks, I wasn’t going to stop now. I close my eyes and lean towards her. Our lips meet and she finally closes her eyes. I let out a small moan and kiss her again. She kisses me back and puts her hand on my hip. I moan again and kiss her harder. She moans and pulls me against her as she stands up straight. She reaches down and squeezes my ass making me moan and part my lips enough for her tongue to snake in my mouth. I maneuver my leg in between hers and move closer to her body. My thigh pushes her skirt up the last inches or so to her hips. She moves her hands to my face and cups my cheeks in her hands. I move my hands down her body to her hips. She moans and turns us around so I’m pressed against her desk. She quickly moves things out of the way behind me and moves me onto her desk. I moan and kiss her harder. She grabs the bottom of my t-shirt and starts to pull it over my head. I quickly break the kiss and grab her hands. She looks at me confused.

“Whats wrong?”

I look her in the eye.

“We can make out here if you want to make out. But if you want to fuck me then take me to your house and fuck me. If we’re doing this, were doing it right.”

She smiles.

“Your the first teenage girl I’ve ever done this with to actually have standards.”

I smile.

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say “first teenage girl”.”

She bites her lip and looks at me.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too-“

I stop her by putting a finger to her lips. I lean forward and brush my lips against hers teasingly.

“I’ll forgive you if you take me back to your place.”

I kiss her quickly and she smiles.

“Let’s go then.”

I moan and kiss her again. She helps me off of her desk and she pulls down her skirt. I grab my things and walk to the door. I turn towards her and she walks to me with her bag in her hand. She takes out her keys and quickly pushes me against the cabinets next to the door. I smile as she whispers in my ear.

“Its so hard not to fuck you right now.”
She nibbles on my ear and I let out a deep throaty moan.

“Oh god.”

She smiles and kisses my neck. I bite my lip.

“But, we can’t stay here forever.”

I smile and let out a little laugh. She backs up and opens the door for me. I walk out and she follows behind me. She locks the door and we both stop in our tracks. The vice principal was down the hall walking towards us. He was an old, bald and short man who seemed to be very smart and knew almost everything that happened in this school. Some people say he even has camera’s hidden around the school. I gulp nervously.

“Ms. Harper? I thought you’d be gone by now. What has you staying here so late?”

He glances at me as he approaches. It wasn’t that late, only about 15 or 20 minutes but I guess she was already gone by then. She smiles at him and motions towards me.

“Ms. Hart here needed some extra help on the paper I passed out today. I thought I would be generous and help her myself.”

I smile at the vice principal and he smiles back with an approving nod.

“Well then. I hope it helped Ms. Hart, if not we do have the finest selection of history tutors.”

I nod my head and glance at Ms. Harper.

“Oh yes, it helped very much.”

I say boldly. Suggesting a hidden enduando to Ms. Harper but a clear explanation to Mr. Freedman. Ms. Harper blushes slightly but Mr. Freedman doesn’t notice. He smiles and walks past us.

“Very good then. I will see you on Monday. Have a nice weekend.”

I smile.

“You too Mr. Freedman.”

Ms. Harper says the same and once he’s out of sight she turns to me. She crosses her arms and smirks at me.

“I cannot believe you said that and he missed it.”

I smile and shrug my shoulders.

“I thought it would be fun. I think I even saw the ice queen blush a tad bit?”

I say boldly. She laughs and we start to walk downstairs. Her classroom was on the third floor, my locker was on the first. My excuse for running into her the first day. She looks at me as we reach the second floor.

“Ice queen, huh?”

I laugh.

“You know it’s the best nickname for you. Your a hard ass half the time. Except with me which I don’t understand very well.”

She laughs and nods her head.

“Hard ass is a pretty good description of me and I’m not with you because you ran into me the first day of school, I met you first.”

I blush and smile. We reach the first floor and I start to walk to my locker. She stops at the top of the stairs and looks at me. My locker was across from the stairs she was standing at. I quickly grab my bag and put my books into it. I turn around and meet her face to face. She smiles and steps towards me. I back up against my locker and my weight pushes it closed. I look down the hallway and there was no one here.

“T-There could be someone here-“

I use as an excuse. She puts her finger to my lips to quite me.

“Shhh, it’s a Friday. No one is here at 3 o’clock after school.”

She cups my chin in her hand.

“But-“

She leans forward.

“Shhh.”

She presses her lips to mine. My eyes flutter closed and I moan. She grabs my bag and drops it to the floor. She drops her own bag to the floor and grabs my hands. She moves them to the locker and presses against me harder. She moans as I kiss her back and tease my tongue across her lips. She slips her hands into mine and intertwines our fingers. I moan and melt into our kiss. She slides her tongue in between my lips and moans. Our tongues wrestle in our mouths as we kiss passionately. I moan and she kisses me one last time and pulls away but keeps her hands in mine. I wait a few seconds to open my eyes and look at her. I swallow as I realize that was the most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced.

“Wow.”

She looks in my eyes but quickly looks away and clears her throat. Her eyes come back to mine.

“We should get going.”

I nod my head but neither of us move. We stare into each other’s eyes. I bite my lip.

“Ms. Harper?”

She raises her eyebrows. My breathing becomes labored and I get transfixed as I look into her blue eyes.

“Your…your hands.”

She doesn’t pull back right away then blinks and lets go of my hands.

“Oh yeah, right. Sorry.”

I grab my bag and blush.

“No, it’s fine.”

She grabs her bag and we walk silently outside. We were outside there are only a few cars left in the parking lot.

“Just follow behind me to my house. But once you see it, park in the back. Is that okay?”

I smile and nod my head.

“No problem. See you there.”

She smiles back and we both walk to our cars. It takes us about 10 to 15 minutes to reach her house. I’m in awe as I see her house. It was huge. Two levels, white with green shudders. It was gorgeous. She pulls into the garage and I round the block and pulls into the alleyway. I drive into her back garage and park. I get out and walk up to her back door. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. She opens it within a few seconds and let’s me in. I look around as I walk into her kitchen. She closes the door. I look back to her and smile.

“You have a beautiful house.”

She smiles and walks towards me.

“Thank you.”

She grabs my hand and starts to walk to the front of the house.

“Come with me.”

I follow her up a set of stairs and down a hall. The butterflies in my stomach going crazy. We walk into a huge bedroom and she leads me over to the bed and sits me down. She nods her head towards the bed.

“You can scoot back.”

I slowly move back onto the bed and rest on the pillows. My heart was beating loudly in my chest as she takes off her heels. She reaches over to me and takes off my shoes. She sets them down on the floor and gets on the bed. She puts a leg in between mine and puts her hands on either side of me. She looks me in the eyes.

“Is it okay if I do this?”

My breathing gets faster and I nod my head slightly.

“Are you scared?”

She asks me while moving a piece of hair behind my ear. I shake my head.

“No.”

She looks at me curiously.

“Do you want to leave?”

I shake my head no again.

“Well let me know if you do.”

I nod my head. She stares at me for a while.

“Close your eyes.”

I close my eyes and she slowly leans down and kisses me tenderly. She waits a second for me to kiss back. I finally kiss her back and she moans softly. She kisses me harder and I moan. I cautiously move my hands to her hips and bring her down onto me. She lets out a surprised moan and moves her body down on me. She breaks the kiss and looks down at me. I had unconsciously held my breath, even after she broke the kiss. She smiles at me and whispers in my ear.

“Don’t forget to breathe.”

She runs a hand down my arm as I let out the breath I was holding. I let out a small gasp as she moves her hand to my stomach and slips her hand under my shirt. She runs her fingers across my skin as she kisses me softly again. I shiver at her touch and whimper into her mouth. She breaks the kiss and leans down and kisses my neck. I moan.

“Mmm.”

A small smile appears on her lips and she kisses my neck again. I moan loudly. She uses her nails to lightly scratch my stomach, sending a shiver down my spine. She moves her hands to the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulls it over my head. She tosses it to the floor and looks back at me. There was a slight glint in her eyes as she looks at me. I raise myself up on to my elbows and kiss her. She moans and I pull her back down to me. She reaches underneath me and unsnaps my bra. She slowly slides the bra down my arms and to the floor without breaking our kiss. I become self conscious as my breasts come into her view. I moan as she moves her hands to my breasts and fondles them softly. Her hand moves to my pants and unbuttons them. She unzips them and breaks our kiss. She sits up and looks me in the eyes as she takes the pants off of me. I gulp as she tosses them to the floor then moves on to my panties. She puts her fingers in the waistband but I stop her. I wanted to undress her first. I use her hand to pull her back down to me. I kisses her and move my hand to her hip and the other to her back. I roll us over and break the kiss. I sit up and look down at her. I shakily start to unbutton her blouse.

“I wanted to undress you too.”

I explain to her why I stopped her. I reach the last button and she sits up. Our faces were centimeters apart as I move my hands to her shoulders. We close our eyes and I slowly pull her shirt down her arms. I lean down and tease her lips with mine. I toss her shirt to the floor. She lets out a soft moan and I kiss her lightly. Her breathing gets faster as I reach behind her back and unsnap her bra. My forehead rests against hers as I pull her bra down her arms. I toss it to the floor and look down at her breasts. I gasp softly. It was my first time seeing a grown woman’s breasts up close. I move my hands to her breasts and cup the warm flesh in my hands. She closes her eyes and tilts her head up to me. I kiss her softly and move so she lays back onto the bed. I break the kiss and lean back. I unzip her skirt at her side and slide it down her legs. I toss it into her pile of clothes on the floor. I look back to her and bite my lip nervously. I reach for her panties and pull them down her legs. I limply let them drop from my hand. I gulp as I see her pussy. There was no hair on her cunt and I could see a slight wetness at her entrance. I look up into her eyes.

“I…I don’t know what to do.”

She grabs my hand and pulls me up to her.

“I’ll show you.”

She whispers to me right before she kisses me softly. I moan and she rolls us over so she is on top of me again. She kisses down my body to my stomach. I let out a small moan as she kisses my hip bone and pulls down my panties. She tosses them to the floor and looks up at me. My legs were clamped together, I’d didn’t know if I was ready for this.

“Are you okay?”

I gulp and nod my head.

“Yes.”

She moves her hand to my leg and rubs it soothingly.

“We don’t have to Emily. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

She says softly. I may be hesitant about it but I knew I wanted to do this.

“I want too…come here.”

She smiles and moves back up my body. I quickly cup her face in my hands and kiss her softly before she can say anything. She moans and puts her hand on my thigh. I move my legs apart and she moves back down my body. Stopping at my breasts to kiss and lick my nipples generously. I moan, I loved her mouth and tongue on my body. She starts to move down my body again. Kissing every part of me she touches, making me moan softly with every kiss. She kisses my thigh softly and I close my eyes. I bite my lip in anticipation. She bends my legs and snakes her arms under my thighs and grabs my hips. She leans forward and kisses my pussy softly. I let out a small gasp and my back tenses. She moves her hands under me and starts to massage my lower back.

“Relax. Enjoy it.”

She whispers into my pussy. I relax and nod my head slightly.

“Y-Yeah, relaaaaaa-…oh god.”

I moan. She had licked my pussy and stopped at my clit momentarily before lightly sucking on it. She smiles.

“No talking but moaning is very very welcome.”

She says with a husky tone in her voice. I crack a small smile and moan as she kisses my pussy again. She runs her tongue up my slit tantalizingly slow. I close my eyes as she moves her hands back to my hips. I moan as her tongue runs over my clit. She makes a bold move and sucks my clit into her mouth. I gasp and grab at the sheets. I bite my lip and moan deeply. She lets my clit slip from her mouth and uses her tongue to tease my entrance. I whimper and buck my hips up to her face. She backs off a little and smiles up at me.

“Relax and enjoy it.”

I gulp and nod my head.

“I just really like your-“

I moan loudly and arch my back. My hands move up to the pillow and grasps it tightly. She had sucked my clit into her mouth again. She lets it slip between her lips again.

“Shhh.”

She says softly then moves her tongue up my slit to my clit. I moan as she starts to rhythmically move her tongue against my clit. I start to pant. The jock I lost my virginity to went down on me but couldn’t manage to make me have an orgasm but I bet everything I had that Ms. Harper would have no problem doing that. She lightly sucks on my clit and pulls me closer to her. I moan loudly.

“Oh wow.”

She stops sucking my clit and smirks up at me. I grip the pillow tighter as she goes back down on me. I gulp as her tongue moves over my clit. I shut my eyes tightly and I move my hands to my side’s. She sucks on my clit again and I moan loudly. I arch my back and grab the headboard behind me.

“Oh my god.”

She sucks harder and her hands tighten on my hips. My eyes fly open and I moan loudly.

“Oh Ms. Harper.”

My legs start to quiver as she brings me closer and closer to my first real orgasm. My breathing increases exponentially.

“I’m c-close.”

I get out with a struggle. She moans and starts to flick my clit with her tongue. I moan as she moves her tongue faster. I gulp and look down at her. Some of her hair and fallen in her face. She looks up at me and slows down her tongue. I get mesmerized by her piercing blue eyes and reach down to her head. I move her hair out of her eyes and she starts to move her tongue faster. I whimper and bite my lip. My hands move back to the bed and I clench the sheets in my fists. I feel a massive orgasm building in my pussy. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm and the feel of her warm soft hands moving up my thigh pushed me over the edge. My breath catches in my throat and the most amazing, wonderful, blissful feeling rolls through my body. I arch my back, breaking my intense stare with her, as a series of gasping broken moans come out of my mouth. I pant for breath as she finally pulls away from my pussy. I close my eyes and gulp, trying to come down from my high. She kisses my thigh softly and I let out a small moan. I open my eyes and look down at her. She moves back up my body and leans down to kiss the top of my breasts lightly. I put a finger under her chin and tilt her face up to mine. Her eyes connect with mine and we pause. I lick my lips and cup her cheek in my hand. She gulps and closes her eyes. I look at her lips then lean forward and press mine to hers. I taste myself on her lips as she moans and melts into our kiss. I take control and roll us over. I kiss her softly and let my tongue tease her lips. She moans again and parts her lips. I slide my tongue between her lips and into her mouth. I moan and move a leg in between hers. Her hot pussy was pressed against my thigh. I break the kiss and move a hand down to her outter thigh. I look down her body then back to her eyes. She cups my cheek.

“You don’t have to do it to me if you don’t want too Emily.”

She whispers to me. I smirk and kiss her softly. I lean into her ear.

“I’d love to go down on you Ms. Harper.”

I say as my hand moves to the back of her neck and I run my fingers across her skin. She sighs and shivers deeply. I kiss her cheek then her neck. I reach her breasts and cup one in my hand. She moans as I lean down and swirl my tongue around her prominent nipple. I suck it into my mouth and nibble on it slightly. She gasps softly and bites her lip. I smile and move down her body. I kiss her stomach lightly and move in between her legs. I gulp as I come face to face with her pussy. I look up to her.

“What do I do?”

She looks down at me and runs her fingers through my hair so it is out of my face.

“Try to write in cursive with your tongue on the clit or just do what comes naturally to you.”

I nod my head and she moves her hand to the bed again. I look down at her pussy and lick my lips. I hesitantly lean forward and run my tongue up her slit. She moans encouragingly. I do it again but harder and she moans again. I move my tongue in between her pussy lips and find her clit. She jerks slightly as I touch it with my tongue, I thought I hurt her so I pull away.

“Did I hurt you?”

I say as I look up to her. She smiles slightly and shakes her head.

“No, my clit is just very sensitive.”

I smile a little and bend her legs up.

“So that means I should be gentle, yes?”

She smiles and nods her head as I grab her hips like she did to mine a minute ago. I kiss her pussy lightly and she gulps.

“Yes.”

I nod my head slightly and take her advice. I lean forward and gently find her clit again. I start to write the alphabet in cursive on her clit. She immediately moans and moves her hands to her breasts to squeeze and pinch her erect nipples. I move my tongue faster in cursive and she gasps slightly. She moans and moves a hand down to my head.

“Right there…yes.”

She moans softly. I eventually stop writing with my tongue and just move it over, up, down, around and across her clit. Anything I could do to give her pleasure. She moans loudly and runs her fingers in my hair.

“Oh god.”

I moan and double my efforts to pleasure her. She gasps at my effort and pushes my head farther into her sweet wetness. I moan again and softly suck her clit into my mouth. She moans loudly and arches her back.

“Holy mother of-“

She gasps as I suck a little harder and her fingers clench in my hair. I stop sucking her clit and lick her pussy rapidly. She moans again.

“Oh Emily…I’m almost there.”

I suck her clit again and she moans deeply.

“Just like that.”

She lets her hands fall to the bed and I pull back and smile. I go back down on her and slowly flick my tongue over her clit. She shivers in pleasure and moans softly. I look up at her and move my hands to hers. I slide my hands in hers ad she gasps slightly and looks down at me as I continue to flick her clit. My jaw starts to ache as I continue to pleasure her. She moans softly as my eyes meet hers. I whimper as she squeezes my hands lightly but encouragingly. I move my tongue faster and she moans loudly. Her breathing turns into panting gasps as she gets closer to her orgasm. She grips my hands tighter and breaks our stare and throws her head back. It was beautiful. Seeing her tremble and shake in orgasm. Her breathing halting momentarily in between each gasp and her thighs quivering against my cheeks. Her stomach muscles tightening in orgasm. She relaxes back onto the bed and her hands lossen their grip on mine. I slip my hands out of hers and move them to her legs. I run them softly over her thighs and kiss her skin lightly. She runs her fingers through my hair and I look up at her. I kiss her thigh again while looking into her beautiful eyes.

“Your a natural sweetie. I haven’t came that fast before.”

She bites her lip as I kiss her thigh again.

“Come here baby.”

She says softly. I move up her body and she cups my face in her hands. I part my lips as she brings me down to her. She doesn’t kiss me and we stay there in the moment, a tension between us. God knows it wasn’t sexual. She finally pulls me down to her and kisses me tenderly. I kiss her harder and we both moan. She rolls on top of me and slips her tongue in my mouth. I moan deeply as she moves her hands to my hips. She kisses me softly then pulls back. She gasps for breath and stares at me for a second but I refuse to open my eyes. She then rolls off of me on to her back and lays next to me. I turn on my side, away from her. I just had sex with my teacher. My lesbian teacher. Holy shit, what if we get caught? I start to panic and sit up quickly.

“I should go.”

I stand up and grab my bra from the floor. She sits up and looks at me as I quickly put on my bra and underwear. I start to pull on my shorts.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want too.”

I gulp and hurriedly pull on my shirt.

“You know what? I totally forgot that I have to work tonight so I’ll just see you on Monday.”

I slip on my shoes. She stands up and grabs a robe and throws it on.

“Really?- I mean, I have no problem with you staying Emily.”

I walk over to her, my heart beating loudly in my chest. I lean into her and kiss her lightly on the cheek. I get intoxicated by her sent and linger longer than normal. She turns her head slightly and her warm breath washes over my cheek. I gulp nervously and take a step back.

“And I would stay but I have to work tonight but thank you. I had a great time, really. I’ll see you on Monday Ms. Harper.”

I start to walk to the door and leave her dumbfounded.

“Well let me walk you out then.”

She says after me. I turn around and smile sweetly at her.

“No, it’s fine. Thank you though. Uh, bye.”

She looks at me confused but I turn around and walk out the door. I walk out to my car. I sit in the drivers seat and sigh. This shouldn’t have happened. Why did I let this happen? I put my car into drive and pull out of the alley.

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Rewrote and proofread.

It all started when I was 16. I remember it like it just happened, how could I ever forget? My parents were going out of town for a few days, moving trucks. My older brother was staying with my aunt, and I insisted I was old enough to take care of myself. However, my parents gave me a big fat no as the answer. They knew I didn’t do well spending long periods of time alone. They asked one of my dads friends, Jamie, to stay with me while they were gone. Jamie was 28. I always thought she was kind of weird with her really short brown hair, never wearing girls clothes, hiding her eyes behind sunglasses, and driving a big truck. What kind of girl did that?

Jamie came in as my parents were packing to be ready to go, and my brother was gone. I was still a bit pissed so I just sat there playing on the computer with my dirty blonde hair pulled back into a neat pony tail.

Jamie smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry Lisa, we’ll have lots of fun. We can do anything you want.” I just shrugged without looking t her for more than a glance and said my goodbyes then went to my room.

I changed into more comfortable clothes which were shorts and a tank top. I was pretty happy with my body at this point because I was quite mature physically and already had fairly sizeable breasts. I have always been petite so I knew I could look good in little but my dad always threw a fit, telling me to “put some damn clothes on” as he put it.

I was already like a sex crazed teenager but I knew NOTHING about sex. Sex Ed. was not required at my school so I wasn’t really sure how it REALLY worked. All I knew was that 2 people get naked, nothing else. I knew about how to french kiss from hearing people talk but I had never even had a closed mouth kiss. I knew you could do sex stuff with your mouths too but not much else. All in all, I was pretty naive.

I came out and turned on the tv, flopping on the couch. Jamie was just sitting on the loveseat, reading and looked up at me, face getting red, “A girl your age really shouldn’t dress like that.”

I rolled my eyes, “Oh come on. It’s just shorts.” Then I flipped it to comedy central.

I could feel that she was watching me which made me curious about her. I looked her up and down out of the corner of my eye with envy. Why couldn’t I have big boobs like hers? Why does she hide them under those baggy shirts? I wonder how thin she is. She walked to the kitchen and I saw she was in mens pants and remembered having to wear my brothers hand me downs and it always made me so mad. What would make a woman want to do that? Then I noticed the sway of her hips and was intrigued by it.

When she sat back down, I walked to the kitchen to get a drink, trying to walk like she did. Jamie stifled a laugh behind me which made me mad so I hid behind the fridge door. I took longer than I needed in picking to drink tea and tried to get a cup but it was out of my reach since I was so short.

”Um, Jamie?” I said shyly.

”Yeah honey?”

”I can’t reach.” I said in a defeated tone.

She smiled and came over and got a cup out for me. As she reached up, her shirt lifted a bit and I could see how toned she was. I also saw she had a tattoo, SO COOL! It was on her left hip and it was two girls symbols locked together.

I blurted out, “What’s that mean?” and poked at the tattoo. She almost dropped the cup and sat it on the table.

”Oh, well, you know how girls usually date boys?” She asked, her face a bit red. I nodded.

”Well, I’m a girl that dates girls.” She said and walked back into the livingroom.

I stood there for a minute before I poured my drink. What? Did she just say that? I quickly poured it and rushed into the livingroom.

”Whoa whoa whoa. What do you mean? I thought that girls HAD to date boys? I mean, that’s how it works. All my friends look at boys and… I don’t get it. How would that even work? I mean, don’t you have to have girl parts AND boy parts to do it?” I was a bit flustered in my asking then blushed, “Well, so I’ve been told. I don’t really know for sure.”

Jamie looked a little shocked, “Wait, you haven’t been told about sex?”

I shook my head no and said, “But I really wanna know. All my friends seem to and I’m too embarrassed that I don’t know to ask.”

Jamie took a deep breath and patted the seat beside her. I sat down and sipped at my tea. “Well, do you know where babies come from?”

”Yeah, I know they grow inside a girl then come out between her legs.”

“Well, for the baby to start growing, the girl has to have sex with the boy. It only works if she’s old enough to though. Have you started your period?”

I blushed and said, “YEAH! DUH! I mean, I’m not some little kid! I know it’s something about an egg for the baby breaking down and coming out. I’m just glad it breaks down! I mean, I’m not a chicken, I don’t want a whole egg coming out!”

She laughed then said, “Well, for the woman to have a baby, that egg has to get fertilized. Then it grows into a baby inside her for 9 months.”

”Huh, that’s weird. That’s why pregnant ladies get fat? The baby growing inside?” I asked then thought out loud. “How do you fertilize the egg? I don’t want some dirt in my belly if I ever want a baby!”

Jamie busted up laughing, “No no no, it’s not like gardening. Boys have the stuff that fertilizes them.”

”How do you get it?” I asked.

Here she got bright red, “Well, with sex. See, if a boy touches himself, his penis will get hard. Then, he puts it inside the girl, where the baby can come out, and starts pushing it in and out.”

”OH MY GOD! EWWW!! They pee with that thing!! I NEVER want something like that inside me!” I made a gagging face.

”I don’t blame you there, they’re really gross. Well, once he’s been doing that a while, white stuff squirts out of where he pees and that’s what fertilizes the egg. It’s called sperm or cum as slang.”

”Wow, that’s gross. Can girls make cum?” I asked.

”Well, sort of. It’s not something that fertilizes though. Well, if a girl is really worked up, and wants sex, she gets wet down there. That is girl cum. She can also make more if she has an orgasm.”

”Well that explains a lot. I’m almost always wet down there. I was so embarrassed! I thought I just peed a bit! But what’s an orgasm?”

Her eyes got huge, “Well, it’s a REALLY good feeling a girl gets if something feels really good on her privates long enough. How often do you get wet? Does something cause it?” Jamie asked me, fidgeting in her seat.

”Well, if I touch down there and sometimes when I’m hanging out with my friends like when we’re changing or hugging. But you can’t have sex with a girl, there’s no,” I whispered this, “penis.”

She seemed intrigued by what I said but just asked, “You already touch yourself? I do too.” Jamie said biting her lip.

”Yeah but it starts to kinda hurt after awhile so I stop. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. How do you do it right?”

Jamie smirked a bit, “Well it’s hard to explain. You just gotta keep trying till you find what feels good to you.”

”Show me?” I asked, truly curious. I mean, I’ve changed clothes around other girls so what could be wrong with this?

Her eyes got big a bit and she started stammering, “I don’t think I should do that.”

”Fine, I’ll show you and you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.” I said.

She started stuttering and saying no but I took off my shorts and panties and laid on the couch. She was just staring at my pussy which made me start to get wetter.

”Why is this making me wet Jamie?” I asked, feeling around down there to feel the moisture.

Something seemed to crack in Jamie. Her emerald green eyes lit up as she locked onto my chilling blue ones and she groaned and came over. “Well, it helps if you take your shirt off. I’ll do it too.” She said as she pulled off my shirt, undid my bra, and sat it all by me.

Somehow this embarrassed me and made my face red. She took off her shirt and bra too, her nipples were darker than mine. A kind of brown color whereas mine were really pink. Her breasts were a lot bigger too and I couldn’t help but stare.

Jamie smiled at me and asked, “Do you want to feel them? Yours will be this big when you’re older probably too.” She asked, tweaking her nipples.

I saw them get hard like mine and reached out slowly with both hands and touched them. Jamie sighed and leaned back her head a bit. Her skin was so soft. Her body looked so firm but when I squeezed her tits a bit, they were soft. I tweaked her nipples like she had and she jumped a bit.

She then removed my hands, “Now show me how you do it, and I’ll show you how I do it.” She said as she took off her pants.

I blushed and said, “Well I hear girls talking about fingering but my fingers can’t reach that far, so I just play with this.” Then started rubbing my hard nub of flesh.

She laid back on the floor with her bottom in my direction. I couldn’t help but notice how round her ass was and wished mine was too. “You mean like this? On your clit? That’s what it’s called.” She said as she started rubbing her clit too.

I nodded and kept going before long I started to feel that painful pressure and stopped. “See, now it hurts.”

Jamie got up and sat between my legs. “Don’t stop, it starts feeling better after that.”

”But it hurts, I don’t want to.” I whined.

”Then I will for you.” She said and started rubbing my clit. I started squirming.

”But Jamie, it feels weird.” I said in a slight moan.

Then she leaned down and licked it which really made me jump.

”W-what are you doing?” I asked confused but it felt good.

”Trust me Lisa.” She said then started sucking on it and all of the sudden the pain vanished into spasms of the greatest feeling in the world. Shocks of pleasure shot through all of my nerves. I felt juices flow out of my pussy and they squirted at her. I immediately snapped out of it.

Jamie sat there with a shocked look on her face, with my cum on her face. I didn’t know what it was. Too a young girl, it seemed like I had just pissed on her face.

”Oh god! I’m so sorry! Here, let me get you a towel! Oh I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did that.” I said flustered and tried to get up.

She wiped her face and licked it and at first I was grossed out until she said, “Wow, you’re a squirter! That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”

”B-but didn’t I,” I blushed hard and whispered, “pee?”

Jamie smiled sexy and kept wiping it off and licking it, “No, it’s cum. Most girls can’t squirt it out like that though. Do you wanna try that on me?”

”I guess. It felt so good. Was that an orgasm?”

”Yes it was sweety. Now you get to give me one like I just did for you.” She said and laid back. “Just do what I did. I’ll help you.”

I nodded and leaned my head down and licked her opening a bit. “It tastes funny.”

”It’s an acquired taste. You’ll grow to like it. Play around a little. I know you’re curious.” She said breathing heavily.

So I used my fingers and spread her lips, just looking at it all over. I put a finger inside, curious what it felt like. “Oh yeah, now feel around.” Jamie said and I did so. I felt all the walls. It was slimy and soft but with rough patches. She moaned a bit as I did so. I thought that meant I was hurting her so I stopped.

”No, it’s okay babygirl. Moaning means it feels good and you’re doing it right. Keep playing.” She said, a bit desperately.

I put my finger back in but felt I still had space so I put in another and wiggled them a bit. She moaned again so I figured she liked it so I kept wiggling them.

”Now use your mouth. Lick and suck on my clit.” Jamie said, somewhat pushing against my hand.

I leaned my head back down and nibbled her clit. “Oh, that’s good just don’t bite hard.”

”O-okay.” I said then started nibbling it again, then sucking it, still fingering her. I started following instinct and slid my fingers in and out of her pussy, making her moan. Then I made circles around her clit with my tongue, sucking it some. I started just making random patterns with my tongue, starting to have fun with it. I didn’t want to stop even though my mouth was hurting and my tongue was tired.

”Oh god, don’t stop Lisa, I’m so close.” I took this as a cue to do it all more and before long her whole body started spasming. I didn’t know if I should stop but she seemed to like it so I kept going. I could feel that thick stuff coming out onto my fingers and chin but that didn’t stop me.

Soon enough she reached a hand down and pushed me away. “That’s enough baby. You’re really good at that. You want to do more?”

”No,” I said with a clenched jaw, “My mouth hurts.”

”Aww, poor baby.” She said taking me face in her hands. “Let me kiss it and make it feel better.”

She then kissed my cheek, then my lips. I closed my eyes and parted my lips a little. My first kiss! With a girl! An older girl! Jamie slipped her tongue into my mouth and I followed her lead, letting her direct this tongue dance.

I copied some movements she was making until I couldn’t do anymore and she stopped. We stared into each others eyes dreamily. Emerald and ice, locked toward one another.

”Come on Lisa, let’s go get you cleaned up.” She said and lead me to the bathroom.

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