Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Unfastened Belts

I peeked out from behind the shed. Some kids were playing soccer not very far away, but they were engrossed in their game. I walked out ahead of Bo, who was carrying the change in one hand, our cookies in the other. I felt lightheaded and my body was hot. If Bo’s face was any indication, we were both still blushing heavily.

“You can go to the spot without me,” I told Bo. “I’m gonna be there in a minute.”

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“By the pool. I need to take a cold shower.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds about right. I’m going with you.”

We walked past the soccer field to the hedge, which was really a tall thicket of small trees and shrubs about four meters wide, with a few openings in it to get to the other side. “The smallest jungle in the world,” I said as we walked through it, which made Bo laugh.

We crossed the lawn on the other side and went down the large stone steps. There were a few showers by the poolside. We stopped in front of one, looking at each other. The showers only had cold water, and we were already dreading the icy ordeal to come. “You first,” Bo said as she put our stuff down on the step next to us.

I stood out of the way and pushed the button that made the cold water spray down. Slowly, I extended one leg into the stream, then the other, trying to get myself used to the temperature. I took a deep breath and moved directly underneath the stream.

It hit me like a fist, the water so cold that I was too paralyzed to scream. I turned around a few times, letting the stream rinse me all over, panting. After ten seconds or so I was out, almost aching but feeling refreshed.

I jogged in place, hugging myself as I waited for Bo to get done. A few seconds were enough for her as well. Once she emerged, we grabbed our things and ran back to our spot, knowing the water would shut off automatically.

Mom waved at us as she saw us coming. “Hey, girls.”

“Hey, Mom!”

We set our stuff down and dried ourselves off with our bath towels. Dad lifted the straw hat off his face and grinned at us. “Having fun?”

“Yeah!” I said.

“We got cookies,” Bo explained.

“Wanna eat some sandwiches first before you dive into them?” Mom asked.

“Sounds great!”

“Yeah!”

“I’m hungry too,” Dad chimed in.

We shared the sandwiches. Mom had put lettuce, tomatoes and mozzarella on them. “Hits the spot,” I commented, still munching on my first one but already grabbing another. For some reason, I felt like I hadn’t eaten in years.

I glanced sideways at Bo, only to see her glancing sideways at me. We smiled and looked away, but Dad must have noticed.

“You guys look like you’re up to no good,” he commented in between bites, grinning. “What’s the scheme?”

“It’s a secret,” Bo said, beaming.

I felt myself blush, thinking, Why didn’t she just play it off instead? Or would that have been suspicious? This is barely just starting, whatever it is that’s happening between us. I hope we’re not giving away too much already.

Before anyone had a chance to continue the conversation, Mom said, “Bo, look who it is.” We all followed her gaze.

It was Rebecca, leisurely strolling towards us past the beach volleyball field. When she saw us looking, she waved. I felt a pang of jealousy. She was here for Bo, of course.

“Hey,” Rebecca said when she arrived at our spot.

She was wearing a colourful bikini and sunglasses. I thought that people with sunglasses usually looked silly, but I had to admit they made Rebecca seem pretty cool, especially with the way she’d unhurriedly walked over to us. Normally she and Bo were a lot bouncier, especially when they ran into each other by chance. Rebecca looked like she owned the pool.

“Hey, Rebecca,” Mom said with a broad smile.

“Hey,” Bo said simply.

Bo was still sitting next to me, holding the remainder of her sandwich. She didn’t seem as excited as usual, and I felt weirdly relieved. That’s right, Rebecca, I thought. She isn’t just gonna run off with you today.

“I saw you earlier when you and Lisa took a shower by the pool,” Rebecca said. “We were just setting up our spot, on the meadow by the stone steps. We got annual tickets this year!”

“Oh, cool! Us too!” Bo exclaimed, smiling now.

“Heck yeah!” Rebecca said, clapping her hands once and striking a pose. Then she caught herself, lowering her voice and leaning down a bit. “Mom said she was gonna take us out for ice cream,” she said slowly. “Interested?” She pronounced every syllable, raising her eyebrows and flashing a toothy grin, giving up a bit of her cool at the prospect of the sugary treat.

“We have cookies…” Bo said, sounding a little unsure. She held up the box to prove her point.

“Yeah, but come on, free ice cream?” Rebecca said conspiratorially. “Those cookies aren’t gonna run away.” Her grin widened.

Bo thought for a few seconds. “Can Lisa come with us?”

“Oh,” Rebecca said, now frowning slightly. We looked at each other. “I dunno, Bo. Mom just said she’d take you and me out.” She sounded reluctant to exclude me.

“It’s okay,” I heard myself say. “You girls go and have fun together. I wanna chill here for a little bit, anyway.”

“You sure?” Bo asked, sounding a little wistful.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I’m sure I’ll manage.” I forced a smile.

“Okay,” Bo said, putting the rest of her sandwich down. She got up and stood in front of Rebecca.

“Hi, Bo,” Rebecca said, grinning.

“Hi, Rebecca.”

Rebecca slowly opened her arms wide. Then she dropped her act for good and snatched Bo into a manic hug, squealing. She started to bounce up and down with her, their arms wrapped around each other. Bo jumped along, giggling, infected by Rebecca’s mood.

Why the fuck are you so jealous? I scolded myself. They’re just best friends. Be happy for Bo!

Rebecca let go of Bo and turned to us with a serious look.

“Ma’am, Sir, I’m going to abduct your daughter now. I will return her once her tummy is filled with icy goodness.”

Rebecca loved to talk fancy for shits and giggles. Mom decided to join in.

“Oh no,” Mom said, clutching a hand to her chest. “My poor girl. Won’t have you mercy on her?”

“Afraid not,” Rebecca said, shaking her head gravely. “Farewell.”

“Goodbye, Bo,” Dad said, pretending to sob. He put the back of his hand against his forehead and closed his eyes. “My youngest daughter…”

“The next time you see me, I’ll be three pounds heavier,” Bo said, making a sad-clown face.

“More like five,” Rebecca said dryly.

She faced Bo and took her hand. They turned their backs to us and walked away with a somber tread. Seconds later, on an imperceptible cue, they both started running. Rebecca gave a raucous, triumphant laugh, while Bo was whooping with glee.

After they’d made some distance, I saw Bo turn around and look at me. She shrugged even as she was running as if to say, I didn’t stand a chance. I turned up my palms in response, giving her a wistful smile. I know, nothing you could do. Then they turned right, passed through the thicket, and were gone.

“What a tragedy,” I said, turning to Mom and Dad, dramatically pressing the back of one hand to my forehead.

“You’re just miffed ‘cause you’re missing out on ice cream,” Dad teased. I rolled my eyes at him, grinning.

“Aww, don’t rub it in,” Mom said, furrowing her brow. “Lisa, if you wanna get some ice cream too, I’ll take you out later.”

“Thanks Mom, I’m fine,” I said, waving it aside.

“No, seriously. You’re our favourite daughter, really,” Dad said, still smirking.

“Stop it,” Mom said, swatting at him. Dad raised up his hands in defence, laughing.

“Should have been a comedian,” I said wryly, but couldn’t keep from laughing myself.

I grabbed the book from my backpack as a tickle fight evolved between Mom and Dad. I’d checked out The Fellowship of the Ring from the library a week or two earlier but had barely started reading it since. I lay down on my tummy and opened it.

“Alright, alright, you win,” Dad said as Mom tickled him completely off the blanket. He got up. “Gonna go for a swim.”

“More room for me!” Mom pronounced, splaying herself across the blanket as he left.

“Good job,” I lauded, my eyes on the page already.

The pool turned out to be a great setting for Tolkien’s tale. The surroundings looked a lot like I pictured the Shire. I only had to look up from the book to get a great view of its rolling, grassy hills just past the fence.

I looked up from the book a lot, though. I couldn’t focus. My mind went back and forth. Bo, next to me behind the shed, holding my hand. Leaning into her, kissing her for the first time. Rebecca, arriving at our spot to take her away from me. Her stupid charm and funny antics. Imagined scenes of Bo whispering our secrets to Rebecca.

I read a sentence for the fifth time, the meaning of the words only now clicking in my brain. But what was the context again? With a sigh, I returned to the start of the paragraph.

I noticed I was antsy, my lower legs moving back and forth in the air. With the hand I wasn’t using to hold down the book, I was plucking out blades of grass. Finally, I had to get up.

“I thought you were gonna chill back here,” Mom said. “Boring book?”

“Nah, I’ve just gotta pee,” I told her.

“Alright. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” I said, already trying to come up with excuses for my inevitable late return. Why didn’t you just tell her you aren’t in the mood to read?

I barely noticed anything around me as I wandered aimlessly. My mind was racing. And you’re not really aimless at all, are you? You’re gonna spy on Bo and Rebecca.

An image of them making out suddenly flashed in my brain. I was furious that my jealousy made me come up with nonsense like that. I was furious for being angry at Rebecca, who hadn’t done anything wrong. I was furious with myself for feeling so emotional and wanting to cry.

I walked the same way the girls had earlier, along the beach volleyball field. I passed the opening in the thicket and continued towards the supervisors’ cabin, eyes fixed to the ground as my mind churned.
Suddenly I heard running behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Bo and Rebecca running up to me. I turned to face them as they came to a stop. The girls were panting.

“Hey!” Bo said, looking excited.

“Hey.”

“I asked Karin if she’d buy you ice cream too, and she said yeah!” Karin was Rebecca’s mom.

“Oh yeah?” I asked dumbly.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said, pointing a thumb at Bo. She looked amused. “I don’t know what’s up with her today, but she was all mopey until she asked Mom to take you with us. Think she might be in love with you or something.” She was clearly joking, being the smartass that she was, but I still felt a shiver go up my spine.

“I just…” Bo stammered, looking at Rebecca, then at me, blushing but smiling. “I had lots of fun with Lisa today, and I couldn’t stand the thought of her missing out on the yummies.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” I said, having to smile, too. “Literally.”

“Alright,” Rebecca said, arms folded and tapping her foot. “That’s cute and all, but enough with the lovey-dovey. These tummies won’t magically gorge themselves.”

“Fair point,” I said. “Lead me to the ice cream, girls!”

“Yay!” Bo exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Let’s go, then,” she said, taking one of my hands and one of Rebecca’s.

My own moping had evaporated, too. I felt like a part of their group for the first time. The three of us passed through the thicket in a giddy single-file, Rebecca leading the way. Coming out on the lawn on the other side, I could already see Rebecca’s mom waving from their spot.

I’d only seen Karin a couple times before when she’d picked up her daughter from our place. She was in her late thirties and had dyed red hair. She was wearing a bikini and sunglasses -– like daughter, like mother. Her husband, whose name I didn’t know, was at least ten years older than she was, with long white hair and a full beard. He was sitting in a folding chair, reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarillo. I didn’t think smoking was allowed at the pool.

Rebecca’s brother Nick was sitting cross-legged on a blanket. I’d never met him but I knew he was thirteen, closer to my age than the girls’. He was wearing earbuds and glasses, but he might as well have donned a monocle since a shock of long hair covered one of his eyes anyway. Like his dad, he was wearing a T-shirt and swim trunks.

When we got to their spot, Karin got up from her blanket and put her sunglasses up to reveal deep blue eyes. She had a lot of laughter lines and, like our mom and Rebecca, was just a little chubby. I went up to her and stretched out the hand that wasn’t already attached to Bo. “Hello there, Mrs. Boettcher,” I said.

Karin grinned and shook it. “Hey, Lisa. That’s very polite of you. By the end of our trip to the kiosk, you’ll be hugging me.”

“I’m sure I will,” I said, smiling.

“And let’s have no more ‘Mrs. Boettcher.’ I’m Karin.” She pointed a thumb at the male members of the family. “This is Rebecca’s brother Nick and my husband Willi.”

“Hey, guys.”

“Hi, Lisa,” they said.

“Alright,” Karin said. “Let’s go get some ice cream, girls.” She put her glasses back down.

We walked up the hill behind Karin still holding hands -– now including Nick, who had taken Rebecca’s free hand. The four of us were covering the breadth of the walkway. People passing us had to walk on the grass, which didn’t seem to bother anyone. Most of them were barefoot or wearing sandals, anyway.

“Hey, Nick,” I said, looking over at him past our sisters. “Not just girls then, huh?”

“Hey, Lisa. I dunno, I’ve actually been feeling somewhat girly recently.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “He’s turning into Nickerella.”

“Or Nicole,” Bo suggested.

“I like Nick,” he said, laughing, and that was the end of that.

Unfortunately, there was no actual ice cream parlour at the pool, but the kiosk had a big tray full of different ice cream bars. We browsed it excitedly. Bo and Rebecca got different flavoured Magnums, Nick and I opted for Cornettos. Karin, apparently, was content just to pay for it all.

Outside, Karin and Nick decided to head back to their spot. “Thanks for the ice cream,” I told Karin, giving her the promised hug. She was a head taller than me and had to bend down a little. Her skin smelled nice, like lotion.

“I hope I’ll see you again later,” she said as we parted.

“Sure.”

Bo, Rebecca and I conspired over at a table by the edge of the terrace, savouring our ice cream bars and enjoying the view of the poolside. Rebecca had taken off her sunglasses at their spot. I noticed for the first time that she had deep blue eyes, like her mom. They contrasted nicely with the wild waves of brown hair floating madly around her, and… Uh-oh. Please God, don’t make me crush on another eleven-year-old.

“So what have you girls been up to?” Rebecca asked nonchalantly.

“We jumped into the deep end a couple times,” Bo recounted. “We swam, we went down the slide, we bought cookies, and we, uhm, just walked around.”

“What else?” Rebecca continued innocently, gaze focused on her ice cream bar.

“Nothing. It’s a secret.” Bo realized what she’d said and looked down at the table, suddenly blushing. I wanted to smack my forehead. Keep cool, I told myself. Maybe we can salvage this somehow.

“Aha!” Rebecca exclaimed, grinning. Bo didn’t look up. “A secret? From me?” Rebecca scoffed. “Bo, how long do you think it’ll take me to get it out of you?” Bo glanced at me sheepishly. I shrugged and looked away, hoping to look unfazed. “What, did you guys mug someone or something?” Rebecca asked, furrowing her brow. She seemed genuinely puzzled.

“Nothing like that,” Bo said, looking down again.

Rebecca gave both of us weighing glances. “Alright, I’ll let it rest,” she allowed finally. “Wouldn’t wanna get off on the wrong foot with you, Lees.” She shone me a bright smile, then returned to her ice cream.

“Uhm, thanks,” I said, likewise returning to my Cornetto, feeling awkward. None of us spoke for a while.

“Well, what’s the matter, girls?” Rebecca said eventually, all jolly again. “Don’t be looking so glum! It’s a wonderful day at the pool, we’re all having ice cream and none of us had to pay for it.”

I couldn’t help but snicker, and at the same time I heard Bo chuckle, too. Suddenly, all three of us burst out laughing and the tension magically unraveled.

“Why, I think I could go for a couple rides down the old water slide,” a jovial Rebecca said once we’d all finished our ice cream bars, patting her belly. “Burn off some of these damned calories, say?”

“Only if you stop talking like a lord from an old English movie,” I said, and that set us off laughing again. I felt oddly relieved that I’d managed to amuse Rebecca.

We got rid of our trash and strolled over to the water slide. We were hand in hand again, but this time Rebecca was in the middle. I remembered Bo’s trick for better sliding efficiency and who she’d picked it up from, hoping I’d get to see Rebecca do it, too.

“You guys wanna do a chain?” Rebecca asked when the last person went down the slide in front of her.

“Oof. We had bad luck with that earlier,” Bo told her.

“Yeah. Supervisor threatened to kick us out when he caught us,” I explained.

“Oh, lame,” Rebecca said. When she saw the guy in front of us pass the red marking, she said, “Well, here I go!”

I stared in fascination as she quickly nestled her bikini bottom in her butt crack and flung herself onto the slide off the metal handrail. She howled as she zipped down.

“Told you,” Bo said, grinning. She must have seen me looking.

“So you’re pretty awful at keeping secrets,” I suggested.

“Uh oh, I think it’s my turn!” Bo said as Rebecca passed the red marking, repeating the same ritual. I grinned and shook my head, feeling giddy as I waited for my turn. Right before I took the plunge, I adjusted my swimsuit likewise. Zooming down the slide, I was amazed all over again by the exciting gain of speed.

Down in the pool, we swam splashing to the drainage. Leaning against it with our arms on the grid behind us, we treaded water with our legs. Now I was in the middle, my arms around the younger girls’ shoulders. I couldn’t help but smile and feel cool, a part of their circle. We could see Rebecca’s spot from here. Karin waved at us. We waved back, of course.

“Lisa?” I heard Bo say quietly.

I turned to face her. “Hmm?”

Bo craned her neck up. “I wanna tell her,” she whispered in my ear.

I considered it, turning my head to look at Rebecca. She was smiling, her eyes blissfully closed. I was already smitten with her charms, of course. And she was Bo’s best friend. Fuck it, right?

I turned back to Bo, leaning down. “Should we show her instead?” I whispered.

Bo gasped. “Here?”

“No way. Back at the shed.”

Bo pondered on it for a while. Then she nodded.

“So,” Rebecca enquired. “What’s with all the whispering?”

“We’ve decided to show you,” Bo said.

“Ah yeah? Show me what?”

“Our secret, dummy.”

Rebecca was delighted. “Superb!” she said.

“But you’ve gotta promise not to tell anyone,” Bo added.

“As I’m sure you did,” Rebecca said, chuckling.

“Eff you,” Bo said.

“Oh, my. C’mon, you know it’s safe with me.”

“Okay, then,” Bo said.

Rebecca glanced my way. “What about you, Lisa? Y’trust me?”

“I’m afraid so,” I said, feeling a bit nervous as it hit me that I was about to kiss Bo again.

“Alright. Ready when you guys are…” Rebecca trailed off, feigning patience.

“Okay,” Bo said. “You know the gardening shed out in back by the playground?”
“Sure?”

“We’ve gotta go there.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s swim over to the supervisors’ cabin,” I suggested, not wanting to get held up by our families on the way.

“Alright.”

We waved over at Karin as we first swam, then trudged through the non-swimmers’ pool as it gradually sloped upward, playfully splashing each other along the way.

We got out by the cabin. This time, Rebecca led the way, bouncing up the stairs ahead of us. She was actually whistling. Bo looked at me bashfully, taking my hand once again. Butterflies, meet tummy. My nipples felt stiff against my swimsuit.

The little kids’ playground area was deserted. The soccer kids had disappeared, too. Some boys were playing farther away in the wooded area on the other side of the shed.

When we got closer, Rebecca stopped and looked at us with questioning eyes. “Behind the shed,” Bo said. Rebecca brooded over it for a moment, then shrugged. We crossed the corner into the backyard and stood there awkwardly for a moment. Bo and I exchanged uncertain looks.

“So… I mean, I can pretty much guess what it is by now,” Rebecca said after a while.

“Feels weird when someone’s watching,” I said.

“Let’s sit in a circle,” Bo suggested.

It wasn’t much of a circle with just the three of us, but it worked somehow, everyone sitting at equal angles. A rush of excitement came over me, and I felt like it had for all of us. I leaned over to Bo and she to me and then we were kissing again.

We gazed into each other’s eyes like the first time, our mouths slightly open, gently pressing our lips together. I was melting inside my bathing suit. We started to fall into each other, but then Rebecca whispered, “Holy shit.”

We both turned to her. “Not what you were expecting after all?” I asked.

“No… it was. Still crazy to see it, though,” Rebecca said.

Bo let go of my hand and tugged on my shoulder, pulling me back in. We went for another round. I couldn’t believe how crazy it still felt. We kept teasing each other as we kissed — nibbling, brushing, caressing.

“So, uh, that’s different,” Rebecca remarked when we came up for air.

“Do you think it’s weird?” Bo asked.

“I dunno. Kinda? But also kinda fuckin’ cool?”

“Have you and Nick ever done anything?” I asked bluntly.

“Well, not really,” Rebecca said, thinking. “Not like that.”

“Then what?” Bo enquired.

Rebecca pondered on it for a bit. “So one time I walked in on Nick when he was, uhm… you know. Masturbating.” She paused, giving us a probing look before she continued. “And, um, I wanted to see what it was like. I asked him if I could watch. He was embarrassed at first, but then he said okay. I sat next to him on his bed, and… then he, um, did it.”

“Wow,” I said.

“What was it like?” Bo asked. “Did he have an orgasm?” I was a little surprised she knew the word.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “He came into a tissue.”

“Eww,” Bo said, making a face.

“I dunno, I thought it was fascinating.”

“Yeah, fascinating. And effin’ gross.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca said, chuckling.

We sat silently for a while. The wind blew in the trees. Children yelled in the distance. I found myself wondering if Bo or Rebecca had ever masturbated, but wasn’t brave enough to ask.

“So when did you guys start doing this?” Rebecca asked eventually.

“Today,” I said.

“No way!” Rebecca exclaimed. We all laughed.

“Well,” Bo continued, “we’ve been having sleepovers and stuff. Cuddling at night and kissing each other, y’know, just on our faces. But yeah, our first real kiss was right before you saw us shower, when you guys were setting up your spot.”

It was Rebecca’s turn to say, “Wow.” She looked at us for a while, clearly impressed. Then, more quietly than usual, she said, “I wanna see it again.”

Bo and I turned back to each other, smiling. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, and she did the same to me. Once more, we leaned into a kiss. I closed my eyes and let go of the world around me. Our hands moved up and down each other’s arms.

“Feels so good,” I said, my lips on Bo’s.

“Yeah,” she sighed into me.

Time lost all meaning. We kept going and going, lips dancing on mouths and cheeks and noses as our kisses began to wander. Eventually, I touched my forehead to Bo’s and opened my eyes. She was gazing at me, too. We were breathing heavily. My pussy was throbbing.

“Wow,” I heard Rebecca say yet again, reminding me that she was there.

I looked over to her. “Yeah?” I said, still panting a little.

Rebecca looked like she was aroused. Her mouth was open and her cheeks were flushed. “Yeah,” she affirmed. “That was fucking hot.”

“Rebecca!” Bo said, caught by surprise.

“What, you don’t think so?” Rebecca said, chuckling.

“Well… yeah,” Bo said. “But I mean… I’m into her. You don’t even like girls that way… do you?!”

“Well, er… I don’t think so? But yeah, pretty sure that was fuckin’ hot… Gotta keep it honest.”

“You wanna try?” I heard myself ask.

“Lisa!” Now Bo looked at me in shock.

“We gotta make sure she doesn’t spill our secret, right?” I suggested. “Think about it. Right now, she’s got the goods on us. We’ve got to make her complicit.”

Bo shook her head at me in disbelief, now grinning. “Well, if you put it like that.”

“Besides, I’ll let you go first, since she’s your friend.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Rebecca asked, sounding amused but looking a little anxious.

“Nope,” I told her. “You wanna do the honours, Bo?”

“Okay,” she said and turned to Rebecca, then hesitated. “Seriously, though… do you want to?”

Rebecca thought about it. “Ah well… why not,” she said eventually with a sigh. “Might be a long time before two sisters offer to kiss me again. I’ll probably regret it for the rest of my days if I say no. ‘Sides, I’m pretty turned on right now, not gonna lie.”

I contemplated what “turned on” meant to an eleven-year-old, and what Rebecca might already be up to in private. At her age, I don’t think I even knew that phrase. Bo seemed unfazed, though.

Bo and Rebecca slowly leaned into each other. Rebecca still seemed a little apprehensive. Just before their faces met, she hesitated, and Bo gave her an encouraging smile. Rebecca took a trembling breath, then closed her eyes. Bo looked over at me with her eyebrows raised questioningly. I nodded. She leaned in, her own eyes drifting shut, and gently touched her mouth to Rebecca’s. I heard Rebecca whimper, but she didn’t move away.

They stayed like that for quite some time, barely moving, their lips lingering in the kiss. My face was getting hot, and I wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or jealousy. You suggested this, I had to tell myself. Relax, enjoy the show. Before long, they pulled apart, anyway.

“Wow,” Rebecca said, not for the first time today, her eyes wide open.

“I liked it, too,” Bo said, smiling.

My heart dropped a little. They’re best friends. They spend tons of time together. What if they like it so much they’ll keep doing it? And getting them to kiss was my idea!

“My turn,” I said before these confusing emotions could get the better of me.

“Okay,” Rebecca said, turning to me. She was smiling now, clearly over the anxiety of her first kiss. Instead, it was my turn to feel anxious.

Shit, I thought. Here I go kissing another girl… who’s also eleven. Studying Rebecca, I realized once again how beautiful she was, her impish blue-eyed face framed by that unruly mess of hair.

She drew a little closer. “Gotta make me complicit, huh?” she teased with a soft voice, back to her old wisecracking self. She knows, I thought.

“That’s right,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

I closed my eyes as we leaned in. I wasn’t going to lose myself in Rebecca like I had with my sister… Because I’m in love with Bo, I thought. The thought made me shiver. Then Rebecca’s mouth was on mine, and I suddenly felt warm all over. I’d lost count of how many times I’d kissed another girl today, but it wasn’t losing any of its electricity. Why does it feel so amazing just to touch your lips to someone else’s?

The kiss lingered, just as it had between Rebecca and Bo. I felt Rebecca’s breath on my face. Our noses were touching. I could smell her skin, the scent different from Bo’s, but beautiful all the same.

As if on cue, we pulled away from each other. I looked at Rebecca to see her looking back at me, and then without meaning to, I lost myself in her eyes, anyway. I hadn’t stood a chance.

Bo cleared her throat. With a guilty feeling in my stomach, I turned to look at her. Her face was flushed, and I couldn’t help but think that watching me kiss her best friend had been a turn-on for her, too.

“Welp, I think you guys have ensured my silence,” Rebecca said. “I’m just as guilty as you are, now. But I think you two should get the last word, anyway.”

That made me smile and I actually had to look away, feeling shy all of a sudden. My brain and body were a scrambled mess of feelings. How had all of this come about, anyway?

Bo touched my shoulder like she had earlier, and I looked up to see her smile sweetly at me, my beautiful little sister. I felt so much love for her that it made me ache inside. Out of nowhere, tears welled in my eyes, and suddenly I was crying.

Bo’s smile changed to a look of concern. “What’s wrong, Lisa?”

“I don’t kn-know,” I said, wiping off tears with the back of my hand even as new ones spilled out. “I don’t know. Too many emotions, I guess.” I looked down again, embarrassed. “I don’t even remember the last time I cried.” I began to laugh, even as tears kept running down my face.

I felt Rebecca touch my other shoulder and looked up again. She gave me an encouraging smile. “Hey, no shame in that,” she said. “I remember the last time I cried, and that was just the other day when I had a fit because Mom kept nagging me to clean up my room.”

I laughed again, the tears finally subsiding. I kept wiping at my face, sniffing but feeling happy. I looked over to Bo again. “I love you, Bo. So much.”

“I love you too, Lisa,” she said, sounding a little teary herself.

Before I could start sobbing again, I leaned in swiftly, wrapped my hand around Bo’s head and kissed her emphatically. She made a surprised sound, then wrapped an arm around my side and kissed me back. No light-hearted teasing like earlier… this was urgent and passionate.

I kept planting heavy kisses on her mouth, and she responded in kind. I was hungry for Bo, wanted her to feel all of my love. I found myself kissing up the side of her face again which made her erupt in cute little giggles. I gave her one more firm kiss on the lips, letting it linger. Feeling myself melt into my sister, I shuddered intensely.

Feeling mischievous, I stuck out my tongue when it was over and licked Bo broadly across the face. She burst out laughing and broke away from me, wiping her face with one hand and holding up the other to fend off more of the same. I started lapping at her hand instead, which made her laugh even more. “Eeewww! Stop it!”

“You guys are weird,” Rebecca remarked, shaking her head.

“Says the girl who just made out with two sisters… and liked it,” I teased.

“Fair enough,” she ceded. “We should probably get going before the ‘rents get suspicious, though.”

“I think I need another shower,” Bo said.

Rebecca and I agreed that showers were necessary, so we left our private little playground. Instead of using the showers by the poolside, we headed towards the lockers by the entrance to avoid a parental inquisition on the way, what with our flushed faces and disheveled hair. Also, the locker room showers had hot water, so this time we wouldn’t freeze our butts off.

We were too full of adrenaline to hold hands as we walked, so instead we bounced around like crazy, poking each other in the ribs, unable to stop laughing. A couple of kids passed us at a distance, but we didn’t care if they stared.

The shower area was empty. Rebecca got to a stall first and walked in, holding the door open. We gave each other uncertain glances. “We’re just cooling off, right?” Rebecca asked. Bo and I shrugged and joined her. The stall clearly wasn’t meant to accommodate three people, but it would have felt weird for us to split up.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, Rebecca pushed the button. I was standing right in the way of the stream. Rebecca must have turned the temperature dial beforehand because the water that hit me was ice-cold. I screamed in surprise, which made the other girls scream, too. I tried to make my way out of the stream, inadvertently pushing Bo underneath it. Her screaming intensified. She pulled on Rebecca and managed to switch places with her, making her squeal like a stuck pig.

Someone knocked on the door of our stall right as the water stopped spraying. “Everything alright in there?!” a woman asked, sounding equal parts annoyed and concerned.

We broke out into giggles. “Y- yes,” I managed. “We accidentally turned on the water too cold.” So much for not freezing our butts, I thought.

“Oookay,” the woman said. We heard her walk off. After a few seconds, I timidly opened the door to check if she was still nearby. I couldn’t see her, so I got out with Bo and Rebecca following suit.

Shivering, we made our way back to the Boettchers’ spot, jumping up and down as we walked to get warm. Nick was gone. Karin and Willi were sitting on a blanket playing a board game I’d never seen before. The square wooden board was pretty big and dotted with black and white stones. It looked beautiful to me. Karin waved as we got closer.

“Where’s Nick?” Rebecca asked.

“Swimming,” Karin replied.

“What’s that you’re playing?” I asked.

“It’s called Go,” Willi explained. “It’s an Asian board game. You try to surround your opponent’s stones and make territory for yourself.”

“I’m pretty horrible at it,” Karin said, smiling sadly. “He’s trying to teach me.”

“You’re picking up on it fast,” Willi said. He placed another stone on the board, holding it between his index and middle finger.

“Looks really cooI,” I said. “I think I’m gonna check back on our parents real quick. Haven’t seen them in a while. You never know what those guys are up to.”

Karin laughed. “Oh, I can probably guess.”

I turned to Bo and Rebecca. “Be right back,” I told them.

They looked at each other. “We’re coming with you,” Rebecca said.

“Alright,” I said, smiling.

We walked through the thicket and back to our spot. Dad was sitting behind Mom with his legs around her, massaging her shoulders.

“Hey, guys,” I said.

“Hey there,” Mom said. “Judging by your company, I suppose you ended up getting some ice cream, too.”

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “Karin took us out. We’ve been hanging out together since.”

“And you left us alone to die of boredom over here?” Dad asked, pretending to be upset.

“We should move our spot and make it one big group,” Bo suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a nice idea!” I seconded.

“But this massage…” Mom said, pouting.

“…can continue over there,” Dad said.

“Alright, I’m sold,” Mom said and promptly got up.

We wrapped up our blankets, collected our stuff and moved to the lawn on the other side of the thicket in a caravan. Our dads introduced themselves, not having met before.

After we’d set up our extension to the Boettchers’ spot, Dad sat down on a third side of the square Go board. Apparently he’d heard of the game before and was curious about how it worked. As Willi began to explain it to him, Karin gratefully vacated her spot and began chatting with Mom instead, who didn’t seem to mind the suspension of her massage.

Before long, Nick joined us and sat in a circle with Bo, Rebecca and me. We got wrapped up in our own conversation. I kept giving Nick curious glances, thinking about what he’d done in front of his sister, and contemplating what he’d said about “feeling girly”. I thought I could see it in the way he played with his hair, or hear it in the soft way he spoke.

The hours passed as the eight of us went swimming and sliding, played ball in the water, had fun together. Willi coached as I tried to play a round of Go with Dad while the others played Uno. By the end of the day, we felt like one big family.

After taking showers (at a reasonable temperature this time, with shampoo to get rid of the chlorine) and changing back into our street clothes, we all left the pool together around six. Me and the family had been there for eight hours. We were worn out, and I was looking forward to spending some time at home with Bo, just the two of us.

Outside the entrance, we exchanged hugs and goodbyes. Rebecca held on to me for a little longer than I’d expected. My insides tingled as I remembered the kiss we’d shared earlier.

“Great getting to know you,” she said when we parted, favouring me with a knowing but gracious smile.
“Same here.”

On the ride home, Bo and I held hands. Everybody had quieted down. Having this much fun was exhausting. Tired, I closed my eyes, enjoying Bo’s touch. I felt like I was glowing inside.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Amanda

1793 – Philadelphia Pa. 

I had thought that returning from the party to my everyday life would be difficult, but it was not at all. There were meals to cook, beds to make, floors to sweep, and plenty more to occupy my time. Not the least of which, of course, being the Saturdays that I spent with Alice.

Alice and I exchanged our lessons. She taught me to play the guitar and sing, while I, having access to Eliza’s private library, taught her to read and to write.

I seemed to adjust to the normality of my life with Madeline quite well. Day to day, our lives as lovers were fairly bland when compared to all we had done at the party. But that was the magic of Catherine’s parties. Somehow I understood that during those three days there in her house we were free to explore anything, and upon returning home Maddy and I again were completely dedicated to only one another.

Our evenings often were spent in Catherine’s graces at her tavern. Later, in the darkness and privacy of Madeline’s bedroom, we shared our secret passions, making love most nights. It was a wonderful life I had come to be living.

Yet so often the terrible show I had seen at Catherine’s party seemed to occupy my thoughts — the awful things I had come to know of — though I admit they began to seem less awful every day. I wondered what had become of me that in time I felt no shame or offense when I recalled the terrible things I had seen, but instead felt excitement and… lust.

Madeline sat over her breakfast eating slowly. I had been developing a question in my mind now for weeks and at long last I would ask it. “Are we truly so wicked as all of this?”

She half smiled. “Wicked? Indeed a wonderful wickedness.”

“I speak in earnest.”

Madeline looked up at me and understood. “Dearest, we speak of sin and wickedness and perversion, but we don’t truly believe in that. ‘Tis said in teasing and fun. We are not wicked, love.”

“If you believe in God we are,” I offered.

“Are we? In God’s eyes, you say? Do you mean the impotent child that the church teaches? No, I do not think there is that God. If indeed such a thing as God exists in this world, I think that He is only love. That He is only joy and happiness and all those wonderful things we feel so little of in this world.”

She took another mouthful of food and ate silently for some time, then went on. “Wickedness is a condition of man. It can only breed hatred and misery. Is that what you feel with me? No, I doubt it’s so. I feel love and joy and pleasure, and how could that be wicked?”

I had to think about this for many days before all it meant could finally sunk in. Madeline was so wise, and why shouldn’t she be, I thought. After all, she had spent at least some time in Catherine’s home. It did not take me too long, however, to realize how proud I was to be her wife and she my husband, if indeed such titles befit us.

We continued on this way. The months seemed to race by, and before I knew it, we had attended another of Catherine’s annual weekend parties. And as before, Alice put on the most scandalous show for us. But this time I found myself swept up in it, chanting, cheering, and loving it along with the others.

Madeline began to have coughing fits soon after, and I found myself seeking out a remedy. Honey and tea. This seemed to help some, and I thought little of it after that. We simply continued on in our daily lives.

Looking back on it now, I realize that I hardly noticed that Madeline seemed to be growing more tired. We made love far less often and rarely went to the tavern. She seemed to prefer to go to bed early, and I found it more difficult over time to get her up in the morning. It happened over such a long time, though, that I simply did not notice it right away. Not until she took a sudden turn downward.

I had gone in to awaken her one morning for breakfast. She sat up coughing, and it was then that I noticed there was blood on her pillow. Fear seized me. Such a thing could never bode well for the sufferer.

Though Madeline could hardly get out of bed, she insisted she was well. After breakfast she went down to open the shop but soon collapsed. I was in terror. What was wrong with my Maddy? I managed to get her back in bed, then ran from our house to find a doctor.

I ended up at Catherine’s palatial estate explaining to the doorman what had happened. He wasted no time in fetching his mistress, and Catherine hurried me to her private doctor.

As quickly as we could get back across town, the doctor was examining Madeline. Catherine and I waited outside the door, perhaps praying or perhaps just hoping that she would soon recover.

When the doctor came out, his expression inspired no hope in us. Most solemnly he explained that he believed Madeline to have a tumor, and that she likely would not survive to the end of the month.

I fainted.

When I awoke, the doctor had left and Catherine had moved me to the sofa. “What happened?” I asked, opening my eyes to her face.

“You fainted, dear.”

Catherine dabbed my forehead with a damp cloth, tears rolling lazily down her cheeks. It had not all been a horrible dream. My darling Maddy really was morbidly ill.

“What shall I do without her?” I asked.

“What shall either of us do?” Catherine said, then sat me up and looked into my eyes. “Not to worry, child. You’ll want for nothing, I’ll see to that.”

But that was not what most concerned me. Madeline had for so long been my rock. How could I be confident without her? How could I live my life without her strength to support me?

I looked at Catherine and shook my head. “I cannot go on without her,” I sobbed. Catherine pulled me close and stroked my back.

The doctor had only been partially right. Madeline was fatally ill, indeed, but she managed to hang on for another two months.

Early on the day of her death she said her goodbye to me. I was sitting by her side in a chair while she slept, myself nearly asleep, when I heard a voice faintly calling my name. I immediately knelt at the edge of the bed and took Maddy’s hand. Most of my memories of those last days are blurry and seen through tear-stained eyes, but not that moment. That one is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

“I have been a good husband to you?” she asked, smiling.

I nodded my assurance. “I couldn’t hope for better.”

“A husband should love his wife to his dying day, and I will. Even until my dying breath.”

There was a long pause, and I thought she had slipped into sleep again. Then, quietly, “…Liz, I know you couldn’t truly love me. Promise me, though, that you will not spend the rest of your life mourning her, this Molly, who broke your heart. And when you’ve forgiven her, you mustn’t mourn me, either. You have to live and love for us both now.”

She returned to sleep, never to wake again.

In the middle of that night, she passed away. Catherine, myself, and several of her dearest friends had only just begun the vigil, the death watch. When Madeline passed, she was surrounded by those who most loved her, and I holding her hand.

We buried her a day later, and then I was alone. Left there by myself to mourn. I thought that my life with all of the women I had known had ended when Madeline passed, but after a week Catherine arrived with a man in tow.

“This is my lawyer,” she said as she entered the house. “And thereby Madeline’s.”

I did not understand. “Lawyer?” I asked. “But why?”

“For Madeline’s will, of course.”

She sat me down on the sofa, then took a wooden chair in front of me. “Madeline saw to your needs before she died. The house, the shop, those things are yours, and my allowance as well. She asked me to continue it on to you. And we are here now to make all that official. But you must sign some documents.”

I nodded, still not fully comprehending.

“Madeline knew you could not continue her business. She told me you will not dishonor her if you choose to sell the house and the shop and get on with your life.” Catherine leaned forward and placed a hand on my knee. “She wanted me to see to it that you do not spend the rest of your life mourning her.”

When, I wondered, had there been time for them to discuss all of this? And what she was telling me, was it truly Madeline’s will? Were they her words?

“Sell the house?” I finally managed.

“If you wish. And then you could live anywhere you want.”

I looked around the house for a moment. It seemed to make sense. Being here only reminded me of Madeline and how lonely I now was. Though I may never have truly fallen in love with her, I did care for her very deeply. I did have a sort of love for her. Losing her now, when she was yet so young, had crushed me.

“I don’t know what to do,” I finally admitted. “I don’t think I can stay here, but I don’t want to offend her memory.”

Catherine nodded her head. “If you choose to sell, I will have my lawyer handle all the details, thus ensuring you get a fair price.”

She glanced up at the man and he stepped forward, opening a satchel.

“A table, Miss,” he requested as he withdrew papers.

I nodded and led them to our dining table.

He set the papers in front of me and prepared a quill. “No matter what you decide, you will need to sign these. When you have made up your mind, simply tell Miss Pennington and she will know what to do.”

I had no idea how fortunate I was to have Catherine in my life. She was an angel and had the wealth and power to keep any promise she wanted to make. She had even been making arrangements for me that I had not known about.

“I think I should like to stay in a hotel for a while,” I told Catherine.

I did not want to stay in the house alone any more. I believe now that even then I had already resolved to sell it all. There were simply too many painful memories to suffer with in the house.

Catherine sat down across from me. “Nonsense, girl. You’ll stay with me, of course.”

I looked up at her, surprised. What exactly did she mean? She often had referred to me as a daughter, but did that mean that she would not make love to me? I was afraid that I did not even want such a thing. The thought of anything sexual had no appeal for me. Not without Madeline.

After a pause, I nodded my head to her. I wondered, though, even if there was nothing more between us than friendship, would my being there, living with her, not encourage rumors that we were lovers? Would that not hurt Catherine’s standing? It did not seem to matter at that moment however.

And that was exactly what the next two months held. I moved in to Catherine’s home. We sold the shop and the house and she stashed the proceeds away in gold coin, for me to use when I decided to go back out on my own.

Although I soon found myself wanting it, Catherine had not taken me to her bed. How horrible I must be, I told myself, to think of such things with a woman I viewed as a motherly figure, and while still mourning Maddy.

Catherine herself seemed to think of me only in terms of a child. I was not at all a child, of course, but that was how she treated me and how she spoke of me. I did not mind, I suppose, not at the time, because still I needed someone else to determine my destiny, and she was doing a fine job of it.

It would seem that Catherine cared for me and was but a loving matron, but do not mistake her kindness, though she was indeed very kind. Still she was the same woman who held her infamous annual party of debauchery, and that person was not limited to only those three days.

I was in her house a third month when a visitor called. I thought surely when I heard the bell ring that someone had come for Catherine, but the butler found me in the library and announced that Alice had arrived and asked for me. I was elated. I had not seen her since Madeline died.

Alice was shown to the parlor and I quickly joined her there. We sat on the same sofa where she had straddled my lap naked some years before.

“I’ve missed you,” she told me right away.

“And I you.” I was already sorry that I had not continued with our lessons.

“I only just heard you had come to live with Catherine. You know she does not say much at the tavern about her private life.”

I nodded.

We talked for a time, leaning close and holding hands, before Catherine entered the room and closed the door behind her. “How cozy,” she said with a smile. “My two dearest girls.”

Catherine wore a jacket and breeches but no tights or shoes. Her hair was tied back but she was not wearing a wig, and she had clearly been drinking. There was something in her tone that frightened me. I had never heard anything the like from her. Could she be jealous? I wondered to myself.

A smile played at her lips as she sat in a chair across from us.

“Catherine, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Ah, my state. Yes indeed, dear girl, I’ve had too much to drink and I beg your forgiveness if I offend.”

She laughed quietly and sat back in the chair. At her side, a table held a bell and she rang it. Moments later the butler arrived and she demanded brandy.

“It’s hardly noon,” I pointed out.

“I’m celebrating tragic news, dear girl.”

The butler returned with a bottle of brandy and a glass. Catherine sent back the glass and sat sipping directly from the bottle. She said nothing, leaving us to wonder, until finally we could stand it no more.

“Tragic news?” Alice asked.

“Yes. It seems that one of my ships has sunk with all hands.”

I covered my mouth with my hands. “The poor sailors,” I said quietly.

“A filthy sort they are, but nonetheless I shall compensate their families. After all, I’m well insured…”

She closed her eyes. “Money,” she spat. “As if that would make the loss right again. Money shan’t father their children nor protect their wives.”

Catherine appeared saddened for the loss of the men and said nothing about the valuable goods the ship carried. I could scarce believe my ears. I wondered to myself how one so rich could care so little for wealth.

She was an odd sort. At times Catherine could be as demanding of those beneath her as any wealthy, powerful woman might be. And at other times she was so gentle and tender that she seemed a lover. Guessing which side of her one might see was impossible. I had learned, though, to expect either and she rarely surprised me.

Rarely, but this time she did.

“Entertain me, Alice,” Catherine demanded after quite some time in silence.

With a nod, the girl got up and reached for her guitar, but Catherine stopped her. “No.” She sat straighter and gestured toward me. “No, entertain me, dear.”

I was quite shaken by this request, but Alice did not seem at all to be. She smiled as she turned toward me. “Liz?” she asked.

I could hardly speak. My mouth had run dry, and I felt dizzy. I thought I should faint but Alice’s hand on mine snapped me out of it.

“What of Eliza?” I asked.

“Oh, but she will be very excited to hear of it,” Alice laughed. “She’ll beg every detail from me as she forces her fingers into me and sucks the wetness from my nethers.”

“Alice!” I gasped, but she only giggled as she tossed pillows on the floor, then pulled me down with her. The girl began simply enough, trying to help me feel at ease by kissing my neck and lips.

She eased me onto my back and gently untied my dress. I helped her slip it off, and moments later she had done the same for herself. She bent forward letting our breasts rub together as we kissed deeply. Even under the circumstances I found myself quickly becoming excited. This surprised me, as I did not truly feel comfortable performing for Catherine in this way.

Alice smiled down at me. “You’ve wanted me for so long… say it,” she whispered.

She was right, of course. I had wanted her again since the night we made love at the party, years earlier. During all of our lessons, I had felt great desire for her, but denied those temptations in honor of what Madeline and I had together.

Now I did not speak. I remained silent.

Alice reached between my legs and rubbed my clitoris carefully between her finger and thumb. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

I groaned and nodded my head, trying to answer. “Yes, yes… I want you, Alice,” I finally managed.

“I knew it,” she whispered hoarsely. She fell upon me and drove her tongue into my mouth. Her hands explored every inch of my flesh and I was no less attentive to her.

Alice was a ravenous lover. A single orgasm did nothing to satisfy her, and with her in my arms it did little to satisfy me. The girl had her head between my legs, teasing my sex when my head fell lazily to the side and through my half opened eyes I caught sight of Catherine. She sat with her head tilted slightly. Her eyes, like mine, were only half open, and she licked her lips from time to time. Her hand was slipped into her breeches and I could clearly see that she was massaging her sex as she watched us.

I was surprised at first. But as I watched her, I realized that it excited me to know I was having such an effect on her. I reached between my legs and gently caressed Alice’s head while she happily licked at my nethers.

As I began to feel the build of another orgasm, Alice sensed it. While keeping her attention between my legs, she turned, bringing her sex around before my face. Without a moment’s hesitation I plunged my mouth forward, lapping and licking every crevice of her sex.

It was as if Alice could somehow cause herself to climax whenever she wished it. As soon as my orgasm burst forth, she too cried out and ground her sex into my face. This, it seemed, was what Catherine needed to see, as she finally began to moan and shudder with her own orgasm. In her drunken state, it had taken all of this time for her to climax but once.

I lay a time catching my breath. Alice had settled her head on my belly and was humming absently as she dragged her fingers back and forth through my muff, petting and combing the curly hairs. I looked up to find Catherine smiling happily, sipping from her brandy. Catching my eye, she gestured with the bottle as if to toast me.

“Won’t you be sober, Catherine?” I begged.

She glanced at me and shrugged before taking another sip. “I promise you, tomorrow I shall be right as rain.” Then she closed her eyes and soon passed out from the drink.

Alice and I lay on the pillows talking and flirting for hours. She eventually slid beside me and kissed me. “I must leave soon. Eliza worries if I’m out after dark.”

I don’t know if Catherine had been awake throughout most of our conversation, or if she had managed to sleep and listen at the same time, but she cleared her throat and sat up. “I’ll send for Eliza straightaway,” she said. “No need for our festivities to end so soon.”

Her hand pressed firmly against her head, she staggered out of the parlor. “Yes, I’ll spread a bit of coin about and everything will be just fine,” she mumbled, still thinking, I supposed, of the reason for her drunkenness.

Alice and I giggled softly before returning to our conversation. “She hates her wealth,” the girl told me.

“But why?”

“Because her father built his fortune on the backs of fifteen hundred slaves.”

I looked down at her, disbelieving.

“It’s true. But she refuses to keep slaves, as it were.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She houses them on her plantations. They receive a wage. When they save enough money, she ships them overseas to a country where they can be free or else brings them north. She receives little notice for doing this. They are considered her property, after all.”

I wondered now what might have been on the ship that had gone down, and shuddered at the thought of so many innocent lives lost. Shaking this off, I asked, “Is she a Quaker?”

“Not by birth.” Alice shifted slightly. “Her father was a Protestant, but not a Quaker… no, she simply likes the Negros. Calls the women Nubian princesses. There’s a story there, but I suspect none of us will ever hear it.”

“What faith was her father?”

“She’s never said. Whatever it was, though, they believed in slavery.”

“Do you?”

“How could I?” She laughed. “I know what it is to be bound to a life you feel no control over. How could any woman believe in it? We are prisoners of men as well.”

Although I never thought much about politics, or at least had not in the past, that made sense to me.

“Catherine is a Quaker, though?” I asked.

Alice sat up. “Of a sort. But do you really want to know these things? Catherine is a most unusual person, and much of her life is kept secret from those of privilege.”

“She certainly does not look like a Quaker,” I mused. “How do you know then?”

“She’s not as guarded with us.” By ‘us’ she meant only those scant few women whom Catherine might invite to one of her special parties.

Alice leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. “Shall we find something to eat? Or drink?” She stood and took my hand, helping me to my feet. Alice would have left the parlor completely naked had I not said something to her. Eventually she was coaxed into her undergarments, and scarce let me don any more myself.

We wandered into the kitchen. The cook shook his head when he saw our state of undress but made no other indication that anything was unusual. Alice looked around at the pots, hoping to find something of interest but did not. She led me back out to the dining hall where we found a number of sweet treats sitting about, apparently available for anyone’s sampling. We washed this down with some of Catherine’s privately brewed beer before returning to the parlor where I lay dozing as Alice strummed the guitar.

Eventually Catherine returned to the parlor sipping coffee and again holding her head. “Oh, for relief,” she groaned. The woman looked at me. “I beg of you, child, do not let me drink so much again.”

I had no idea how I could stop her, but nodded my head all the same. “Hemp plants can be smoked, I hear,” she mumbled. “Josephine says it relieves pain.”

Catherine was still quite disheveled, but had at least put on tights and shoes. She reclined on a sofa and set her coffee aside.

Hemp? I remember thinking to myself. Why would anyone smoke rope? Although the name Josephine and its owner meant nothing to me at the time, in a future that Alice’s special cards could not have foretold I would come to know her very well.

One of the servants came into the parlor with a cup containing their cure for her overindulgence. Catherine sipped at it and began to seem better. She looked about for a moment and sighed. “Eliza has not arrived?”

Alice shook her head.

“I sent my driver for her.”

Another hour would pass before Eliza joined us in the parlor and we sat talking. Ever the gracious host, Catherine presented us with cigars and we sat smoking while the boys talked politics or something. I had not truly been listening. Oddly, I simply assumed that any time the boys gathered they spoke on matters of state or economics. Their world was foreign to me, as foreign as the world of men would be, I think.

In time their conversation turned to literature and I became more interested, even going so far as to join them. Alice soon followed, and much to her delight she found she could now participate in the discussion.

As the night drew on, Alice and Catherine entertained us with song and dance. We enjoyed a light dinner, light I suppose for the very wealthy. Then we retired to our bedchambers.

Catherine, as she nearly always would do, appeared at my door in her night clothes, holding a candlestick. She came in, closed the door behind her, and set the candle down on the night table. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she arranged the covers over me, satisfied that I was sufficiently tucked it. She smiled down at me, the smile of mother for her beloved daughter.

There was something comforting about this ritual. I knew she saw me as a child, but she treated me well. She stroked my cheek with the backs of her fingers. “So dear to me,” she whispered.

I wondered often what she might have been like as a real mother. Would she have taken such liberties with her own daughter as she took with myself and the other girls?

Catherine’s goodnight kisses were anything but matronly. She pressed her lips to mine and parted them, as I did. Our tongues touched and lingered a moment before she sat back.

“Catherine,” I began, “don’t you desire me?”

I had to know. After three months, I had to know if I was in any way still desirable.

“You are a lovely girl and a fine lady, but my tastes are more exotic.”

She did not elaborate. She simply left me there, closing my door as she went.

More exotic? What was exotic about Madeline that had so attracted her? I asked myself this again and again, trying to puzzle it out. I could not fathom what Catherine might possibly mean by exotic, but whatever it was I did not have it.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Amanda Lynn

Stephanie woke to the sensation of a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her. Eyelids fluttering, the fog of sleep slowly cleared. She moaned softly and turned her head to see a figure standing over her, smiling sweetly.

“Hey, there. It’s time to get up. You don’t want to be late for work.”

Stephanie smiled as she recognized Amber’s beautiful face. Reaching up she placed a hand on the teenager’s shoulder.

“Good morning to you too, pretty girl,” Stephanie said.

“Piper and I are making breakfast, so hurry up,” said Amber.

“Oh, my god! Piper. Does she…” Stephanie sat upright, gripped with panic. What if Piper had seen them in bed together, naked?!

Amber giggled, “It’s okay. I woke up before Piper. I snuck into her room and got in bed with her. When she woke, I told her the same story you told my mom.”

Stephanie sighed with relief. “Smart girl. Thank you. I’m going to grab a quick shower, then I’ll be out.” She pulled the teen into an embrace, then kissed her softly on the lips.

Heading for the door, Amber paused and looked over her shoulder. “Don’t be too long. You don’t want your eggs to get cold.”

Getting up, Stephanie threw on her robe and headed for the shower. After a quick wash, she did her face and put on her work clothes. The scent of bacon cooking filled her nostrils as she entered the kitchen.

“Morning, Mommy!” Piper greeted her. The girl’s smile beamed as she buttered the last of several slices of toast. “We’re making breakfast for you.”

Stephanie chuckled at her enthusiasm. “I see that, and it smells absolutely delicious,” she said, hugging Piper from behind and kissing her cheek. As she passed by Amber, who was at the stove tending to the bacon, she let her fingertips play along her young lover’s shoulder and up her neck as she kissed her cheek.

“How’s your butt?” Stephanie whispered.

“Sore. But okay,” Amber answered with a blush.

“Thanks, guys. You’re sweet for doing this,” said Stephanie, moving to the far counter and poured a cup of coffee, before sitting down at the table.

“Amber told me you had a rough night and were all wet,” Piper said matter of factly as she placed the platter of toast on the table.

Stephanie had to cover a snort of laughter with a cough at her daughter’s unintentional double entendre. Amber had caught it too and was giggling. She gave Stephanie a playful wink as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her.

“Yes, sweetie, you could say that,” Stephanie grinned.

After Amber had retrieved a plate for herself and Piper, the three sat and enjoyed their meal. Once they had finished, the girls tidied up the kitchen as Stephanie finished her coffee and then headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

The three of them left the apartment, and Stephanie hugged and kissed both girls.

“You two have fun and try to stay out of trouble today,” Stephanie said with a playful smile as she headed for the stairs. Amber and Piper waved and then turned and walked toward Amber’s apartment.

They stopped at the door and Amber fished her key from her pocket. Just as she was about to insert it into the lock, the door opened. The two girls jumped and let out a startled yelp, as did Jessica, who had been on the other side.

“Oh, girls,” the woman said, a hand on her chest. “You scared the bejeezus out of me.”

“Sorry, Mom. You scared us too,” Amber giggled as she walked in, with Piper right behind.

“Did you two have a good night?”

“We did,” both girls said in unison. Giggling again, they kicked off their shoes.

“Okay then. Well, I’m off to work. You two behave. If you go out, make sure to lock up,” Jessica said as she gave both girls a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“Bye, Mom.”

“Bye, Jess.”

Once Jessica closed the door behind her, the girls headed down the hall to Amber’s room. Piper plopped down on the beanbag chair as Amber opened her closet door.

“What do you want to do today?” Piper asked as she watched Amber pushing her clothes back and forth in the closet, looking for something to wear.

“Right now, I’m going to grab a quick shower,” she said as she took a bright yellow sundress off its hanger and lay it on the bed. “Then we could go down to the waterfront. The Busker Festival starts today.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun,” Piper replied.

A little twinge of excitement raced through the child as she watched Amber began to take off her clothes. The older girl made no attempt to cover herself once she was naked,  and smiled, noticing Piper’s eyes on her pussy.

“Did you want to stop at your place and change before we go?” Amber asked.

Piper shook her head. “No. I’m good.” As she answered, she licked her lips, while not taking her eyes off the slit that was only a few feet from her.

“Okay then. I won’t be long,” Amber said as she left the room.

Piper leaned back in the beanbag chair and picked up a worn copy of a Nintendo magazine that lay on the floor. She slowly flipped through it and read a couple of articles. Just as she tossed the magazine back on the floor, Amber, still naked, came back into the room. Piper watched Amber cross the room and take a bra from the top drawer of her dresser and put it on. Picking up the sundress from the bed she slipped it over her head and arms. The thin, sleeveless dress hung loosely on her shoulders and stopped about mid-thigh.

“Let’s go,” Amber said, offering a hand to Piper.

Piper took the outstretched hand and stood. After Amber grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and tossed them into her shoulder bag, they headed out of the apartment. It was then that Piper realized that Amber hadn’t bothered to put on any panties. She smiled and looked down at her own tank top and baggy shorts and wondered if maybe she should stop off at her place and change, but decided against it.

When the girls reached the waterfront, the boardwalk was a hive of activity. Many vendors and artisans had set up small kiosks along the sides of the boardwalk selling their wares. The permanent shops had their doors propped open and sidewalk signs advertising deals placed strategically outside to entice potential customers to enter and spend their money.

As Piper and Amber picked their way through the crowd, they both inhaled deeply, savoring the pleasant aromas coming from the various food carts scattered around the venue. Piper giggled as she watched a juggling clown on a unicycle pass them. Another clown stood not far from them making balloon animals and handing them to the children that had gathered around him.

The sounds of musicians playing soon drowned out the drone of the crowd as the girls approached an area that had been set up with a bandstand and a designated spot for the various entertainers to perform. The girls stopped and watched the act that had just started. Standing on a mat were four beautiful, fit young women, all dressed in the same matching sports bra and tight shorts. They each had six multi-colored hula hoops that spun simultaneously around arms, legs, hips, and chest.

They all moved around the mat in a choreographed routine, passing hoops between each other without using their hands. The crowd applauded when one girl climbed up to stand on the shoulders of two other girls without losing control of any of her hoops.

“Wow!” Piper exclaimed as she clapped at the performance.

“Yeah, that’s awesome,” Amber agreed.

They watched a few more acts before wandering around some more. They stopped and tried a few carnival type games of chance. At one game, where she tossed plastic rings onto bottles, Piper won a small stuffed bear.

“Yippee!” she laughed as the guy running the game handed her the toy. “Can I put this in your bag?” she asked Amber.

“Sure thing. Are you hungry? It’s after twelve,” Amber replied, holding open her bag, allowing Piper to drop the bear inside.

“Yeah. Hot dogs?”

“Uh-huh, good call.”

They made their way down the boardwalk to a street vendor’s cart. The smell of grilled franks made their stomachs growl and mouths water. They each got a large dog and topped it with all the condiments. They grabbed some napkins and found an empty table to sit at. Amber pulled the bottles of water out of her bag and set them down.

“You know,” Piper said, biting into her frank. After chewing and swallowing, she continued, “I don’t believe your story.”

Amber swallowed hard, then looked at the girl, eyebrow raised. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, trying to sound believable.

“About sleeping with me all night. I woke up to pee and you weren’t there, and I heard voices from Mom’s room,” Piper said matter of factly.

She had a pretty good idea as to what was going on. If Brooke and Auntie Neve did it, then it wouldn’t be that strange to think her mom and Amber might be doing something too. After all, she’d heard Amber call her mom’s name on the video of Amber masturbating.

“I… um…” Amber stammered, setting her food down on a napkin.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad or anything,” Piper said. She took another bite and chewed. She watched Amber’s face. The teenager was already pink from being in the sun all morning, but right now she was several shades darker.

“Really? Are you sure? I mean…”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” Then Piper got serious for a moment. “You wanted to do it, right? You weren’t forced or anything?”

Amber chuckled. It was her turn to reassure Piper. “It was entirely mutual. I promise you.”

“What was it like? With my mom?” Piper asked, popping the last morsel into her mouth.

“Nosy!” Amber replied with a grin. “But if you must know, it was fraking awesome.”

Piper giggled at the reference. Taking a long draw on her water, she studied Amber’s face, trying to picture her licking her mother’s pussy. A little wave of excitement flashed from her clit, she felt herself getting wet.

“I bet it was. I wish I could…” Piper said, not finishing the thought. She watched Amber smile at her as if she knew what Piper was thinking.

“She knows about us too,” Amber said, taking another bite.

Piper froze. Panic gripped her for a moment, but relaxed seeing the grin on Amber’s face as she chewed.

“Really? How? What did she say? Was she upset?” Piper fired off the questions in rapid succession.

Amber held up a hand to slow Piper and shook her head as she finished swallowing her food. “She heard us, and no, she wasn’t upset. She was quite turned on by the whole thing actually.”

“Heard us? What do you mean?”

Amber explained what had happened while they were in the tub the night before and, without the graphic details, what took place when Stephanie confronted her later.

Piper sat in a stunned silence for a few moments, mulling over what Amber had just said. Mom knows? Maybe she knows about Brooke too then. Does this mean she might want to do stuff with me also?

Her food done, Amber dabbed her mouth with the napkin, then took a big swig of water. “Are you ready to head back, or do you want to look around some more?”

“It’s getting kinda hot. Can we stop at the park on the way back?” Piper asked, screwing the top back on her water bottle.

“Sure. It should be a lot cooler under the trees.”

Putting the water bottles back in the bag and the trash in the garbage can, they left the boardwalk and made their way to the park. The park wasn’t huge, nothing like Central Park in New York City, but it was still a fair size, maybe a half dozen city blocks. Piper had deliberately made sure they entered the park at the north end. As they walked down the gravel path, the lush green canopy of the mighty oaks that lined the central pathway shaded them and provided a much-welcomed break from the heat of the sun.

After a short walk, Piper spied what she had been looking for and grabbed Amber’s hand, pulling her to a smaller path that branched off to the left.

“Geez, Piper. Give a girl some warning, will ya? Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

They walked a few yards and found themselves next to a picnic table that sat under a large maple tree. The spot was private and sheltered from sight by trees, bushes, and hedges to anyone walking the main path or on the streets surrounding the park.

Piper steered Amber to the picnic table until the older girl backed up against a short end of the table. Piper moved in close, pushing up against Amber. Without a word, Piper put her arms around Amber and kissed her.

Amber gasped at the suddenness but didn’t resist. She returned the kiss. Piper’s tongue pushed into the older girl’s mouth and sought out her tongue. Finding it, their tongues swirled together and Piper moaned. She broke the kiss and sucked on Amber’s lower lip.

Piper’s pussy was throbbing, begging for attention, but there was something else she wanted right now. Something she’d wanted since last night. Kissing Amber once more, she dropped to her knees. Ignoring the discomfort of the loose gravel digging into her skin, she flipped the hem of Amber’s dress up long enough to duck her head under it. Amber gasped again as Piper kissed her nether lips.

“Piper! What are you… oh, fuck.” Amber’s protest turned into a long groan when she felt Piper’s mouth on her pussy. With a shudder she spread her legs, granting Piper unfettered access to her sex.

Piper sucked Amber’s clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. She swirled it around the hidden bud until it became engorged. Continuing to torment, Piper brought a finger to Amber’s entrance and pushed it in slowly. It didn’t take long for Amber to become dripping wet. Piper managed to keep her mouth locked onto the swollen clit as Amber bucked against her.

Amber grunted. One hand gripped the edge of the table while the other rested on the head that was beneath her dress. Piper swirled and pushed her tongue into the soft folds of Amber’s labia. The sunlight filtering through the dress colored everything with a bright yellow hue. Trapped under the dress, the sweet smell of Amber’s sex soon masked all other odors of the park.

Sticking a second finger into Amber’s pussy, she fucked her faster and lapped at her folds, up onto her clit then down again. Pushing her other hand into her own shorts, Piper rubbed her clit with a fevered pace. Listening to Amber’s pleas, she once more took the throbbing clit into her mouth and sucked it, teased it with her tongue.

Amber’s orgasm soon took her, and she bit down on her fist to keep from screaming as she stiffened and shook.

The new flood of juices on her face was all Piper needed to push her over the edge as well, and she screamed out her orgasm into Amber’s pussy.

Once her breathing slowed, Piper sat back on her heels and took Amber’s dress off her head. She wiped the juices from her face, then stood and embraced Amber. They kissed for a few moments and then sat at the picnic table.

“That was great, Piper. But I kept expecting someone to walk in on us.”

Giggling and brushing away the pebbles that had stuck to her knees, Piper replied. “I told you I wanted to taste you last night. Then knowing you were walking around without panties on, and talking about you and Mom doing it…” Piper’s smile beamed.

“But still, we coulda got caught.”

“Maybe,” Piper shrugged. “I figured most people would be at the festival today so the park would be empty.”

“How did you know about this spot?” Amber waved an arm indicating their hidden spot.

“Mom and I come to the park for picnics sometimes. We just happened to find this spot by accident.”

“That’s cool.” Amber put her arm around Piper and kissed her head. “But I think we should think about heading back.”

“Okay.”

The girls got up and walked hand in hand out of the park and toward home.

 

*********

 

With supper finished, Stephanie stood at the sink washing the dishes as Piper dried. She had been thinking of Amber and Piper all day and wondered if the two of them had fooled around while she was at work. The thoughts had turned her on so much so that she spent the day in a state of perpetual horniness.

At lunchtime, a mother and her young daughter had come into the diner. The girl was around Piper’s age, she had guessed, and very cute. This of course only exacerbated Stephanie’s current state. When she stood at the table giving them menus, she smiled at the little girl and then at the mother.

The woman’s nose had twitched before giving Stephanie a strange look. The woman had glanced down the front of Stephanie’s uniform to about where her wet pussy would be, then back up to meet her eyes, giving her a knowing smile. Stephanie blushed, wondering if the woman had smelt her arousal.

Stephanie looked down at Piper and smiled. “How about later, we get into our night clothes and watch a movie?”

“Okay. Can we have popcorn too?”

“Of course,” Stephanie chuckled. “What would a movie be without popcorn?”

With the kitchen cleaned, the two of them changed into something comfier. Stephanie put on a baggy tee shirt and a pair of boxers, then headed for the kitchen to get the popcorn ready. When Piper came into the living room, Stephanie saw that she’d chosen a short nightshirt that stopped mid-thigh.

Stephanie admired her daughter’s sexy form, and a smile crossed her face.

“What?” Piper asked, noticing her mother’s stare.

“Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking how pretty you are.”

“Oh, Mom!” Piper smiled, her face turning pink.

Stephanie chuckled as she turned her attention to the beeping microwave. Opening the bag, she poured its contents into a big bowl and headed for the living room.

Stephanie sat on the loveseat with Piper beside her, propped up against its arm. The girl’s legs draped across Stephanie’s lap. The loveseat had always been their favorite place to sit when they watched movies together. Stephanie turned on the TV with the remote and found a movie they both agreed on under the On-Demand section, and the two settled in to watch the film.

Stephanie had rested her hand on Piper’s knee and was absently stroking the soft flesh of her daughter’s leg as they watched the film. Somewhere near the middle of the movie, during a rather steamy lesbian love scene, the kind that takes place in the shadows leaving things to the imagination, Stephanie heard Piper’s breathing catch and felt her twitch.

“Oh, that feels so nice,” Piper whispered.

Stephanie looked at Piper’s face. The young girl had her head back, eyes closed and her mouth open. Her chest heaved with quick breaths, her skin flushed, then she let out a soft moan. Piper’s hips jerked again.

Stephanie looked down at the child’s lap, Piper’s nightshirt had ridden up to her hips. Stephanie’s eyes widened when she saw a hand caressing the skin of Piper’s thigh at the crease where her leg met her pelvis. The hand was so close to Piper’s mound that it was brushing against her sky-blue panties. But, it wasn’t Piper’s hand, it was hers. Stephanie was both thrilled and frightened at the same time. Instinctively, she withdrew her hand from her daughter’s leg.

“No, Mommy, please,” Piper begged.

Stephanie stared into her daughter’s big brown eyes. The expression on Piper’s face was pleading for her to continue her touch. Stephanie’s mind was racing as fast as her heart was pounding. This is it. The point of no return. If I do this, things will never be the same, she thought to herself as she felt that familiar tingle in her groin.

“Mommy, I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please!”

Oh, God. She wants me to make her come, Stephanie thought. She glanced back down at her daughter’s panty-clad pussy. There, almost out of sight, she could see a spot, darker than the rest of the material. A wet spot was growing on Piper’s panties. Stephanie was becoming so turned on right now. She knew this was a dangerous path she was about to travel, but it felt so good. This is what she had been fantasizing about, and here was her chance to make it a reality. The thought of doing something so taboo sent little bolts of excitement through her. She looked back at her beautiful little girl and smiled at her.

“Are you sure, sweetie?”

Piper just bit her lip and nodded her approval, groaning. Stephanie took a deep breath and slowly placed her hand on the girl’s mound and gently rubbed. Piper jerked at the touch and moaned again. Stephanie watched Piper’s face as the girl rocked her hips and grunted. Piper screwed her eyes shut and her mouth twisted into a grimace. Stephanie concentrated her touch over Piper’s clit. The young girl squirmed and bucked. Her skin flushed, and her chest heaved. Stephanie moved her hand up to Piper’s belly and then slipped into her panties. She quickly found the young girl’s erect clit and with two fingers rubbed it, slowly at first and then with vigor. It only took a few short moments before Piper’s orgasm took her.

“Momm-mmy!” Piper squealed, drawing out each syllable. Piper’s body stiffened and shook, then she went limp. Stephanie threaded an arm under her daughter’s shoulders and pulled her in close, holding her until she had recovered from her orgasm.

When Piper opened her eyes again, she smiled up at her mother. “That felt so good, Mommy.”

“I’m glad I made you feel good, baby, but are you sure you’re okay with it? This really isn’t something mothers and daughters should be doing. It will have to be our secret,” Stephanie said, watching Piper’s expression.

Piper nodded and then hugged her mother. “It was wonderful, and I’m very okay with it.”

When Piper looked back up, Stephanie felt her heart melt. She loved her daughter, of course. But this was a new feeling, a different kind of love. Romantic love? Maybe? she thought. Now that she had gone this far with Piper, she wondered how far the girl would want to go.

Taking a chance, Stephanie went for broke and kissed her daughter’s smiling mouth. To her pleasant surprise, she felt Piper instantly return the kiss, a tongue then probing at her lips. Stephanie let her own lips part and explored her daughter’s mouth. Their tongues met and moved against each other.

Tendrils of excitement chased through her body and her kisses became more aggressive. She ran her hands over Piper’s back and groaned into her mouth. She was kissing her daughter as if she was a long-lost lover and it was filling her with lustful desire. It occurred to Stephanie that Piper was not a stranger to passionate kisses. Images of Piper making out with Amber and Brooke flashed through her mind, fueling her desire.

After a couple of minutes, they had to break to fill their craving lungs. Gulping for air, Stephanie saw the bright smile on Piper’s face and her hand in her panties. Stephanie stood and scooped up her daughter in her arms and headed down the hall.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Piper. More than anything.”

“Are we going to have sex?” Piper asked, her eyes sparkling.

Stephanie swallowed. That was precisely what she intended, but hearing Piper ask it out loud made the idea of what they were about to do seem that much more real.

“I’m going to make love to you, baby. If you want me to, that is,” Stephanie said, sitting the girl on the edge of the bed.

“I do, Mommy, I really do!” Piper answered enthusiastically.

“Okay, sweetie. But we will go slow, and I want you to tell me if we do anything that scares you or you don’t like. Understand?” Stephanie said as she helped Piper take off her nightshirt.

“Yes, Mommy, but I’m sure that won’t happen,” Piper said, and lay down with her head on the pillow.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, Stephanie thought as she took off her own clothes. Her hands shook with nervous excitement. She watched Piper pull off her panties and toss them aside, then lay back down and rub her young pussy. Piper smiled as she soaked in the sight of her mother’s naked body.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” Stephanie said as she crawled onto the bed and lay beside her daughter. She brushed a hair from her face before putting her lips to Piper’s. As they kissed deeply, Stephanie felt a small hand touch her breast. Piper gently stroked and squeezed her tit, finding the stiffened nipple, she traced it with her finger.

Piper broke the kiss and moved to take her mother’s nipple into her mouth. Stephanie groaned out loud and ran a hand down Piper’s back and onto her smooth butt. Piper’s tongue swirled and flicked around her erect nipple for several moments before the girl switched to the other one. After a while, Piper looked up at Stephanie.

“Mommy, can I taste you?” she asked casually, as if she was thirsty and wanted a glass of water.

Stephanie looked at her for a long moment. What the girl was asking just wasn’t registering.

“Taste me?” she asked, sounding confused.

“Your pussy, Mommy, I want to taste it.”

Then the lights came on. Oh, my God. She wants to go down on me, Stephanie thought as a shudder ran through her. More juices flowed from her aching pussy, and she swallowed hard.

“Yes, baby, please…” Stephanie moaned between breaths. She spread her legs wide as Piper moved down, bringing her face only inches from Stephanie’s pussy. Her body inflamed with desire, her clit stood proudly, her labia open and red, copious amounts of thick creamy juices coated her sex.

Stephanie propped herself up on her elbows and watched her little girl. She was amazed at the confidence that her ten-year-old daughter displayed.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out and jerked as Piper’s tongue touched her.

Piper didn’t waver though. She pushed her tongue through her mother’s folds, lapping up all the sweet juices that were there for her enjoyment. Stephanie felt her daughter’s tongue move down to her opening, circle it, then push inside.

“Oh, Piper, yes. Fuck me with your tongue, baby girl,” Stephanie begged, not knowing if the girl even knew how. Apparently, she did. Stephanie pushed her hips up at the feeling of a stiffened tongue thrusting into her entrance.

The more the young girl fucked her, the more juices flowed from Stephanie. Her orgasm was building inside her belly. Pressure grew like an unattended boiler. Stephanie moaned and bucked and squirmed. She grabbed her daughter’s head when she felt the girl’s mouth take her clit and suck.

Piper’s tongue tormented her clit, and two fingers soon found their way into her sopping cunt. Stephanie was finding it harder to breathe as she writhed below her daughter’s assault. The orgasm was right on the edge, the needle well past the red line. Piper shoved a third finger into her and ran her teeth over the engorged clit.

“Piper!” Stephanie screamed as the boiler exploded and her orgasm blasted outward. Her vision blurred and her ears hissed with white noise. An eternity later she gasped, filling her lungs with much-needed air as the world slowly came back to her.

Piper lay beside her, gently caressing a breast. “Are you okay, Mommy?” she asked meekly.

“Oh, yes, baby. I’m perfect. I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she said, wrapping Piper in her arms. It was very evident that Piper was no stranger with regards to the pleasures of the flesh. “You really are very talented for a ten-year-old. Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.

Piper blushed. “I… um… “

“Amber and Brooke maybe?” Stephanie filled in softly, caressing her hair.

Piper nodded. “Are you mad?” she asked even though she knew she wouldn’t be.

Stephanie chuckled. “No, sweetie, I’m not mad. I’m happy you can share and learn such wonderful things with them. And you have certainly learned well.”

Piper giggled at that and moved up to kiss her mother. “Do you want to taste me now?” she asked shyly.

“You have no idea how much I do,” Stephanie replied in a husky voice.

She kissed Piper deeply for a brief time before making her way down the slender body of her daughter. She dropped little kisses as she went, she even stopped at her nipples to give them a kiss and a flick of her tongue. Piper giggled at that.

When she arrived at her destination, Stephanie paused to admire the smooth bald pussy. Knowing she wasn’t the first female to visit these parts excited her. She was about to kiss and lick and do other things to her daughter’s little pussy, and it thrilled her to no end.

“Are you ready, baby?” she asked pushing the girl’s thighs apart.

“Uh-huh,” Piper nodded and bit her lower lip as she watched her mother go down on her.

Stephanie heard Piper suck a sharp breath when she placed her first kiss on the girl’s labia. She kissed her clit, then her entrance, then her inner thighs. She ran her tongue all over the girl’s skin, across her vulva, up to her navel, then back down again.

Piper was squirming, breathing hard and pushing her pelvis skyward. Stephanie continued to tease. The tip of her tongue grazed across the stimulated flesh of her labia, moving up and down the outer edge. Piper was whining, almost in tears from the torment.

“Mommy, please!” Her voice was a strangled whisper. “Please!”

Stephanie smiled and took pity, a little anyway. Using her thumbs, she spread the girl’s lips, and with the flat of her tongue, she pushed upward between them. From entrance to clit, teasing each for just a second. Moving down she did it again, and again.

Piper was frantic. Her hands moved down, grabbing at her mother’s head, trying to guide it. “Mommy…” the rest of the sentence was unintelligible.

Letting Piper guide her to it, Stephanie took the throbbing clit into her mouth and gently sucked on it. She played her tongue around it and flicked it. Piper bucked and cried out, sobbing. Stephanie continued to play. She brought a finger to the girl’s entrance and ever so gently pushed it in. Piper pushed up against the intrusion, her hot wetness snug on Stephanie’s finger.

Stephanie moved the finger in further then withdrew, only to push it back in. Piper’s back arched up off the bed as she let go a blood-curdling cry. Her orgasm was intense, violent almost. Stephanie could feel the muscles of her vagina clamp down on her finger. Piper went stiff for several seconds before finally collapsing back onto the bed.

Piper’s eyes remained shut, and she gasped for air. Stephanie slowly withdrew her finger from her daughter when she could and crawled up beside her, pulling her into an embrace. Eventually, Piper opened her eyes and smiled up at her mother.

“Wow, Mommy. You made me come really hard.”

Stephanie smiled. “I noticed. Are you okay?”

“Un-huh. Can we do this again sometime?” Piper said as she snuggled back in.

“Anytime you want, sweetie. But it must be our secret. Okay? No one can know.”

Piper nodded. “Okay, Mommy,” she said.

“Mommy?” Piper said, after a short pause

“Hmm?” Stephanie hummed her acknowledgment.

“Do we have to keep it a secret from Amber? I mean… um… well, I know about you two doing stuff together.”

Stephanie pulled away from the embrace and looked at her daughter. Piper didn’t meet her gaze.

“She told you?” Stephanie wasn’t really upset at the revelation. It excited her. This opens the potential for some very sexy opportunities, she thought, a grin crossing her face.

“Kind of. I heard the two of you in your room last night.” Piper looked up and smiled shyly, and explained the conversation she’d had with Amber earlier that day.

“Oh, I see. And you’re okay with that, with me and Amber having sex?” Stephanie asked. She held her breath waiting for Piper’s response.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” said Piper with a smile. “Maybe we could… um… you know…?”

“No. What?” Stephanie asked as she exhaled. She didn’t let on she understood the question.

“Maybe we could fool around together. The three of us?” Piper said as she snuggled into her mother again.

Stephanie embraced her daughter. Wow! She’s reading my mind, she thought and chuckled softly. This was more than she could hope for. Not only had she seduced Amber, but she also made love to her own daughter who, apparently, had already been thinking about a situation like this for a while. Now it seems she wanted to have a threesome. Are all ten-year-old this sexually curious?

“That sounds like fun, sweetie, but I’ll need to think about it. Okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” Piper answered sleepily.

Before Piper had a chance to fall asleep, Stephanie suggested they crawl under the covers. Once they settled in, Stephanie set the alarm and held Piper close, listening to the sounds of the girl’s breathing as she drifted off to sleep.

Once again Stephanie found herself staring at the ceiling. She really needed to put a picture or something up there. This time though, she sighed a contented breath. She had made love to her daughter, and she was glad she did, and it appeared Piper was glad too. All her worries and misgivings were for naught. As she lay there, she wondered how she would broach the subject of a threesome with Amber. In her thoughts, she pictured the naughty things she could do with two sexy young girls in her bed at the same time.

Stephanie’s hand was soon between her legs again. It didn’t take long for that intense pleasure she loved so much to carry her away. As the orgasm faded, she too surrendered to the veils of sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Misty Meadow

The next night. My daughter and I were ready and waiting when Jaqui rang our doorbell.

She gasped when Kitty opened the front door to let her in, staring in eager disbelief. We’d prepared for her arrival by stripping naked and donning those crotchless knickers. Kitty had gone a step further, wearing the white thigh high stockings, which gave her a deliciously slutty look. I could barely keep my hands off her.

“Oh, my God, Kitty! You look like you’re… ” Jaqui paused, struggling to find the words.

“…ready for anything?” I offered, grinning at her.

“We sure are,” Kitty said. “Come on in.”

Jaqui’s gaze swiveled from Kitty to me, then back again. “I see those crotchless panties got here.”

“They did, sweetheart… and I’ve got two pairs of them waiting for you upstairs.”

“So cool!” Jaqui squealed. “Um, can I put ‘em on now?”

“Yeah!” said Kitty. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“When you do, I want to take some pictures of the two of you against a dark backdrop,” I said, getting out my digital camera. “The curtains in my bedroom will be perfect. Come on upstairs.”

In my bedroom, I watched with my heart in my mouth as Jaqui stripped naked, then put on my gift. “Let me help!” Kitty demanded, then knelt in front of her friend to spread the opening at the crotch wide open, putting Jaqui’s pretty pussy on full display. “There,” she said, glancing up at me. “How’s that, Mum?”

“Lovely,” I replied. “Now, stand over there, in front of the curtains.” The girls got into place and posed for me. I took a couple of snapshots. My, what a mouth-watering sight they were — completely naked on top, pussies clearly displayed down below.

“Let’s try something a little different,” I said, pretending to think about what I wanted. “Hmm… okay, I know — why don’t you girls give each other a nice kiss?”

They didn’t hesitate for a second, just threw their arms round each other and kissed. It was just good fun at first, a game the girls were playing for the camera, as if I was going to make them stop if things got hot and heavy. But all I did was take one picture after another, and soon my little imps let their passion get the best of them. Before long, Kitty and Jaqui were kissing like lust-crazed lovers. Okay, time to kick it up a notch.

“All right, girls…” They were too much into each other to hear me, so I raised my voice. “Girls!” They quickly broke apart, both of them blushing. “That was perfect, just what I wanted. Now, I want you both to stand side by side, an arm round each other’s shoulder.”  They obeyed, and I drew closer, giving them a knowing smile. “Beautiful. Okay, now take your free hands…” I moistened my lips, fighting to keep my voice steady, “…and touch each other.”

They guessed exactly what I meant before I’d finished speaking. This time, they didn’t hesitate — and within seconds, Kitty and Jaqui were masturbating one another through the openings in the fronts of their knickers. Holy shit, what a lovely sight!

I took half a dozen more snapshots — then, without me asking them to, the girls began to kiss again, their tongues darting back and forth.

The temptation was there to keep this little photo session going, to encourage my daughter and her lover to strip completely naked, get on the bed and fuck for me and the camera. Then, I’d take off my own knickers and climb on the bed to join them, reaching out to touch…

I couldn’t, not just yet. As sexual as the moment had become, I wasn’t ready to let go completely and allow my forbidden fantasies to take over. To make love to Kitty. Soon, perhaps, but not right then.

Sighing, I put the camera to one side. “Well, I suppose I’d best leave you two little nymphos alone to get on with it.”

“On with what?” asked Jaqui, her face a portrait of innocence.

“Sex, you idiot,” said Kitty. “She’s let us touch each other’s cunts, so I don’t think she’ll mind if we go even further.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Did you just use the word ‘cunt’, Kitty?”

She scowled back at me. “You use it all the time, Mum!”

“Ah, but I’m a grownup. You’re just a little girl. That’s a spanking offense.”

“You’re gonna spank Kitty, then?” said Jaqui, smirking. “Ooooh, Kit-ty’s been a bad girl and she’s gon-na get spa-anked!”

“You, too, Jaqui. You’re her partner in crime.” She didn’t seem to be unhappy about it. Neither did my little girl, actually.

“Across your knee?” Kitty asked.

I shook my head. “No, up on the bed, on all fours. That way I can get a better swing. You first, Kitty.”

She climbed on to the bed, facing sideways on her knees and elbows. I could tell that Kitty knew this was nothing more than a game. Still, I wondered: was she turned on by the prospect of getting spanked by her mum?

Picking up the camera and handing it to Jaqui, I tugged my daughter’s knickers down to her knees. Jaqui quickly moved behind Kitty to take a picture of her cunt and rosebud, now openly revealed in this lewd pose. I stood by the bed and ran my hand over her buttocks, marveling at how soft they were — yet also how firm — then I delivered six modest slaps, three on each cheek. She let out fake squeaks of protest, pretending that they hurt.

When I finished, she stood and started to pull her knickers up. “Oh, no,” I said. “I’m not gonna let you wear knickers until bedtime, as an additional punishment.”

She stepped out of them, grinning. “Fine by me.” I couldn’t keep from smiling back, knowing that she was perfectly content to go starkers, the little hussy.

Handing the camera over to Kitty, Jaqui got up on the bed and I dragged her knickers down. I repeated my disciplinary action just as I had with Kitty, pulsing from head to toe with helpless lust as my hand ran over Jaqui’s bum, my fingers temptingly close to her cunt. Kitty got a few good pictures, then she leaned in and untangled Jaqui’s knickers from round her ankles.

Now naked but for Kitty’s stockings, the girls sat on the bed with me and looked through the photos we’d just taken. These were “dirty” pictures in the sweetest sense, and I intended to download the lot into my computer for future “reference”, if you know what I mean. Jaqui and Kitty giggled and nudged each other at the sight of our naughty games, clearly thrilled. No doubt about it, these two nymphets were exhibitionists, just like me.

As if she’d just read my mind, Jaqui leaned back, her legs carelessly spread. “This isn’t punishment,” she said. “I like having no knickers on.”

“Me too,” said Kitty, grinning, sitting cross-legged so her cunt was prominently displayed.

Unable to resist, I stood up, aiming the camera at them.

“Sit closer together,” I asked. “Put your arms round each other. That’s right.. perfect!” I took the shot, then studied it. “Oh, my God, this is delicious!” I crowed. “Two sexy little nymphets showing off their vaginas with big smiles on their faces.” Jaqui took the phone from my hand and they looked at the screen.

“You mean, ‘showing off our cunts’,” Kitty said. “I just got spanked for it, so I might as well get my money’s worth and use the ‘C’ word whenever I want.” She gazed adoringly at Jaqui. “I think your cunt is so pretty.”

“I guess,” Jaqui gave a shy smile, “but yours is prettier…” Slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, the girls drifted together in a kiss.

It was plain to see that the girls were going to make love. Me, I desperately wanted to watch it happen, but this moment belonged to them, not me. So, mustering every iota of my will power, I said, “Enjoy yourselves, girls,” and left, padding down the hallway to the bathroom and seating myself on the loo, spreading my legs wide open.

Crotchless knickers are perfect for masturbating in. You don’t even have to take them off.

*****

Every day I’d been sneaking looks in Kitty’s diary to see what she’d written.

Oct 16th:
Everything’s changed. My mum’s like a new person. Yes, she’s gone completely overboard. Get this: She told me that we should be in our crotchless knickers when Jaqui arrived, then she took pictures of us and even got us to touch each other! I bet she would’ve liked to watch what we did next, but she left, I think ‘cos she didn’t want to spoil our fun. That’s what I love about her, she’ll do anything to make me happy. I kinda wish she had stayed, though.

Anyhow, after Mum left Jaqui and I were on the bed, head to tail, eating each other’s cunts, and Jaqui did something amazing. She moved her head even deeper between my legs and licked my bum hole! It felt so good, different from having my cunt licked, much dirtier, and that made it extra fun. Then I did the same to her and she told me I’d almost made her cum, just from that.

After that we played with each other’s tits, even though we don’t really even have any. I can make her nipples stand out like it’s cold outside and she likes that. She asked me if I wanted to

I heard the front door slam, so I quickly shoved Kitty’s diary back on the bookshelf and scurried to my own room.

Kitty came up the stairs and I nonchalantly stepped out onto the landing. “Hi, honey,” I say as she passed me, going in to her room. She just gave me a quick nod.

Then suddenly she was back out on the landing again, her face blazing with fury. “You bitch!” she snarled. “You’ve been reading my diary! It’s private, don’t you get it? How could you?” Her outrage was like a slap in the face. I was busted. “Don’t even try to deny it. I know exactly where I put it on the shelf and now it’s in a different place.”

Oh, I tried to defend myself. “I found it on the floor last week and I just couldn’t resist a quick look and then I couldn’t stop looking. I’m so sorry, my darling. Please don’t hate me.” My pleading was pitiful.

“I do hate you!” she yelled, stomping back into her room and slamming the door.

The only thing I could do was to give Kitty time to cool down, then I’d tell her how much I love her and that I thought everything I’d read was wonderful and that I approved of everything she said and felt. I wonder if Jaqui knows about the diary.

*****

The next day Kitty came home from school and went upstairs, ignoring me. Her bedroom door thudded shut.

I sat at the kitchen table, trying to calm my jangled nerves. Throughout the day, I’d been working on a way to get back in my daughter’s good graces again — and to make amends for my unacceptable behavior.

I gave her a few minutes to settle down, then went upstairs and knocked on her door.

“Go away!” she shouted, her voice more full of hurt than anger.

The door had no lock, so I slowly opened it and stepped into my daughter’s room. Kitty was lying on the bed in a foetal position, on her side with her knees under her chin, facing away from me and quietly crying. I sat down beside her.

“There’s no way for me to say how sorry I am,” I began, having rehearsed my speech all day. “What I did to you was inexcusable. I should never have read your diary, and I apologise to you and Jaqui, but let me say this. Nothing that you wrote has caused me, in any way, to think less of you. Quite the contrary, I approve of all the things you did with Jaqui. You’re both simply exploring your sexuality, just as I did at your age.”

With that, I paused, hoping for a response. Kitty remained silent — but at least she was no longer crying, so I continued. “To be honest, I… I’m thrilled that you and Jaqui are lovers. In fact, it excites me. You wrote in your diary that it surprised you, how open and permissive I’ve become in the last couple of weeks. Well, it’s because of what I read. I love you more now than I ever have.”

I took a deep breath. “So here’s what I’ve done. I’ve started a diary of my own and every day I’ll write about what I do and how I feel inside, and my thoughts about you… and I’m going to let you read it anytime you like. I promise that I’ll describe my innermost feelings — the secret kind that, up until now, I haven’t dared reveal to you. Things like — well, you’ll have to see for yourself. Some people might think that the feelings I have for you are perverted, but…”

I took the new diary from my apron pocket, opened it to the first page. “So here we go. I’ve written today’s entry and I’m going to read it aloud to you.

“Oct. 18th:
Yesterday was horrible. I was stupid enough to put Kitty’s diary back in the wrong place, so she discovered that I’d been reading it. She was outraged, quite justifiably. Now she won’t speak to me, and I’m devastated. How can I tell her how beautiful reading her diary was, how thrilled I was to learn of what she and Jaqui were doing with each other?”

She rolled on to her back to face me, her face streaked with tears. I felt an urge to cry myself, but fought it off and kept reading to her.

“I want Kitty to know that her diary has changed how I think about her… and in a good way. When I read about her doing things with Jaqui that most parents would be horrified to learn about, I was turned on to the point where I just had to lift my skirt and masturbate, right there and then. It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

“And then later, when she and Jaqui caught me asleep on the sofa without my knickers… I think that was when I understood, for the first time, the feelings I had for my daughter. After that day, I became more and more bold around her — letting her see more of my body, and encouraging Kitty to show me more of hers.

“Then there was the night when she let me watch her as she touched Jaqui, just as a lover would. I don’t think she had any idea how difficult it was for me to leave the girls right then, to let them have their privacy. All I could think of at that moment was what I’d seen the day before in Kitty’s diary, the part where she said that if Jaqui and I made love in front of her, she might want to join in. I almost came in my knickers when I read that!

“How utterly thrilling it would be to have all my fantasies about Kitty come true, and I’d be able to show my wonderful little girl how deeply I love her. One of the reasons I kept on reading her diary, even when I knew I shouldn’t, was to discover if anything that I did crossed a line, so I could stop doing it, but she never wrote that there was anything that put her off. That gave me hope that soon Kitty might let me make love to her for real… only without coming between her and Jaqui. I’d never want to do that.”

That’s as far as I got,” I said, closing the journal and placing it on the dresser. “I love you, my darling Kitty, more than life itself. Now, I’m begging your forgiveness.”

Her lips trembling, eyes brimming with fresh tears, she extended her arms to me, drawing me in and pulling me on top of her. “I know you love me, Mum,” she said in a tiny voice, choked with emotion. “I was just s-so embarrassed, ‘cos you found out all my secrets.” She paused, sniffled, then whispered, “Do you really love me the same way I love Jaqui?”

I caressed her face. “I do, my angel.”

“And, um… do you want to have real sex with me?”

“Only if you want it too,” I murmured.

“Yes, I do,” she nodded, “but I was too scared to tell you. Then I fell in love with Jaqui and I thought it might change things… but I still want you too, Mum. I know now that If you and I had sex, it wouldn’t change what I feel for Jaqui. I love you both, but in different ways.”

“Am I forgiven, then…?” I asked, my heart in my mouth.

Kitty gave me a smile that could’ve thawed an iceberg. “Of course you are, silly!” She pressed her mouth to mine and we drifted into a long passionate tongue kiss.

“So I’ll leave my diary on the bedside table in my room,” I said, “and you can read it anytime you like.”

“And you can read mine, Mum. You know where to find it.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Do you… would you like to have sex right now?”

“Yes, I would,” I replied, “but let’s not rush this, sweetie. We don’t have to make love right away just because we can. Let’s wait until the moment is right. I want our first time to be perfect.”

“Yeah,” Kitty sighed. “I love you, Mummy.”

“Love you too, Kitty-kat. So,” I sat up, “who’s up for curry from the corner takeaway, then?”

My daughter jumped to her feet. “Me!” she cried, all thoughts of sex gone — for the moment, anyhow.

*****

When Jaqui learned that I’d been reading my daughter’s diary — Kitty told her all about it at school the next day — she was remarkably blasé about it.

Kitty told me what she said, quoting, “That explains a lot. That’s why she liked showing her cunt off all the time. She already knew just about everything we did. And what she didn’t read about, she could guess ‘cos she’s not stupid. In a way, I kinda like the idea of being spied on, having your mum masturbate to thoughts of us. It’s like when I get undressed at night with my bedroom curtains open, imagining that someone in out there in the street, watching me.”

*****

I was in Kitty’s room again. I undressed completely, sat in front of the mirror and started reading her diary, which she’d left on her dresser for me to find. I held it in one hand, with the other tucked between my legs.

Oct. 22nd:
Mum’s awesome! Once I got over the shock of what she did and how mad I was, I realised that this diary got her all turned on and now I’m glad she read it.

Last night Jaqui came over, so we all got together in Mum’s room. We couldn’t wait to get all our clothes off! Mum took pictures of us as we posed for her, then she took more as Jaqui and I made love. We did what they call a sixty nine on her bed, where we put our faces between each other’s legs and I lick her pussy and she licks mine.

Then Jaqui said she’d like Mum to eat her cunt, but Mum said that ‘cos I’m her baby girl, she ought to lick me first. I was so excited! She’s been a lesbian for way longer then me or Jaqui, so she’s much more expert at eating pussies. She made me cum twice!

When I was done, I told Mum to go ahead and do it to Jaqui. So there she was on her hands and knees, licking my girlfriend, her bum up in the air. I couldn’t just watch, I wanted to play! I got behind Mum, lubed up my hand and pushed all my fingers into her cunt. She was really warm inside, and so wet I was able to get my whole hand inside her. OMG it was so incredible! I was halfway up my arm in Mum’s cunt, I swear!

When I did that, she went completely crazy, like I’d never seen my mum before. Afterwards she said I made her have so many orgasms, she lost count. Jaqui wanted to lick Mum’s cunt then, but Mum was so wiped out that she fell asleep. Jaqui did it anyway. She said my mum tasted really good, almost as good as I do.

Jaqui and I played some with Mum’s vibrator after that. I never knew that something up my bum could feel so good! Jaqui liked it too, when I did it put in in hers. She said that some time we should trick Mum into lying on the bed and then we’d tie her wrists to the head of the bed too quickly for her to stop us, and then she’d be all ours. We could do anything we want to her!

I closed the book. My tummy churned with excitement when I pictured myself, helplessly bound to the bed, two naked preteen nymphets all over me, tweaking my tits, fingering my cunt, one sitting on my face as the other fisted me.

The front door slammed.

“We’re home!” Kitty called. “Where are you?” I stayed silent. “We’re gonna find you, Mum. You can’t hide from us. We’re taking our clothes off and then we’re coming upstairs for you!”

There was a pause, then some giggles. Jaqui called, “We’re gonna rip your clothes off and have our way with you. We’ll find you — won’t we, Kitty?”

“Yes, she’ll be completely helpless after we tie her up.”

I heard the patter of bare feet on the stairs, then the door burst open and in rushed two naked little devils, excitement written on their faces.

“Look!” Jaqui said, “she’s reading your diary and masturbating!”

“These days, that’s the main reason I write in it,” said Kitty, grinning.

They flung themselves on me, forcing me onto my back. I surrendered, letting the diary fall to the floor — ready and willing to let these two underage lesbians do whatever they liked to me.

The End

By Amanda

1792 – Philadelphia Pa. 

Catherine took my hand and bent down to kiss it. “Enchanted as always, my dear,” she said, as she pressed her lips to my fingers. The moment passed as her attention went to Madeline. “And you, good sir,” Catherine teased, “to think that you could attract such beauty gives us all hope, I think.” She shook Madeline’s hand with a hearty smile before ushering us into her party hall.

We had not come to the tavern, not tonight. Tonight we had been afforded such a great honor that there could have been no refusal. We were invited to a private gathering of only Catherine’s most inner circle of friends.

The woman owned homes throughout the world. Or she would when her mother died. They possessed two in Philadelphia: the one that her mother lived in, above the tavern, and an estate on the edge of town. It was in this estate that Catherine held her party. The dwelling above the tavern was well staffed and she had chosen it for her mother because it was but a block from her doctor’s home and office.

I had no idea how my Madeline had come to such favor with one so well-heeled, but it afforded us great privilege and anyone could see the joy of that. I would not learn for another year that Madeline’s father, and now she, cared for Catherine’s horses. And equine were Catherine’s first and dearest love. She was a skilled rider and displayed this in shows around the young nation.

There were faces at the party I had never seen before. Scant few of the women I knew from the tavern had been invited, and many of the attendees seemed quite surprised to see us there — being not at all wealthy, or even a part of Catherine’s equestrian world — rubbing elbows with people of breeding. I would come to understand later that my Maddy might have been expected and that I was the one who seemed out of place.

I had no idea what was in store for us that night, but Madeline had warned me not to display shock at anything. I was unaware then that this promised to be a party of indulgence and wanton wickedness.

Madeline joined Catherine and others similar to them in dress and manner. They talked politics and the like, and I, being quite uninterested in their conversation, chose to seek out one with whom I could chat.

It was then that I met Sarah. At first she seemed to me only an odd-looking woman. She was larger than me and had broad shoulders. She was at least forty and had an unusual, almost unnatural voice.

It did not dawn on me until we had been chatting for an hour that she had not been born a woman. She was indeed a man in women’s garb. It surprised me, but I was not sure why. Madeline dressed like a man, so surely there would be men who wished to dress as women. Madeline would explain to me later that Sarah wanted nothing more in the world than to be a woman, and shunned all manly things.

“Catherine has a particular fondness for you,” Sarah told me, leaning close and whispering.

I was surprised. “Does she?”

“Indeed. Why else do you think you were afforded this most coveted invitation?” She sipped her drink, then asked, “What do you know of her?”

“Not much I suppose. Only that she is very wealthy and that she…” I blushed.

“She’s quite famous in the world of horses. As both a rider and a breeder.” Sarah took my hand and lead me to a more private corner. “She travels all over the world.” Again she sipped her drink. “We all learn ourselves from another. Sometimes by accident and sometimes by design. Madeline was not always so sure of herself. She was one of us drawn out by design.”

“I can hardly imagine,” I said absently.

“Well, ’twas Catherine that brought her to such confidence.”

I was quite surprised by this, and evidently showed it.

Sarah laughed to herself. “You didn’t know?”

I shook my head.

“Come now. Catherine is much above your station, surely you had to understand there was more to the privilege you both enjoy.”

I was still so naive. It had never occurred to me.

“Catherine? But — then why did she leave all this?”

“She didn’t. Catherine was forced to send her away. But she sent her away with an allowance and everything she needed to make her shop the most successful in Philadelphia. You must understand, even here in America it simply would not do for someone of Catherine’s breeding and refinement to be seen carrying on with a stable boy.”

A stable boy? I thought. Madeline was a shrewd and successful woman of business. How dare this, this person call her such!

“I’ve offended you,” she said. “Forgive me.”

Sarah finished her drink and set the empty glass on a table. “Catherine loves Madeline with all her heart. And I think Madeline loved her back, perhaps even still does. So, if you are making Catherine’s darling Madeline happy, then you will gain favor with her.”

She stood silently for a long moment. “Madeline has always dressed as a man to perform her work. But in the evenings, when her time was her own, she would make herself up into a stunning lady indeed. This attracted Catherine to her. Madeline did not become the tom boy you now know until after she and Catherine parted ways.”

I wanted to learn more. I thought I might feel jealous learning of Madeline’s past loves. But I did not. I was intrigued. Especially learning that Madeline had once worn dresses, and done her hair like a proper lady. However, a servant announced dinner and we all made our way to the lavishly dressed and set table. I would learn no more from Sarah that night.

We ate in polite conversation, the meal drawing on for hours. The party would not end there, though. It would not end even that night. Madeline had not told me, but Catherine’s parties were often three day events and everyone was expected to stay until the end.

So the night went on. The servants performed their duties, and I could not help but notice that if any of them had an opinion of those they served, they hid it well. And for a time in that house, under Catherine’s care, I felt truly accepted. These people would pass no judgement on me. Their stares were not ones of accusation, but often of jealousy that Madeline and I should enjoy such favor with Catherine.

Catherine. Such a formidable women, and being only thirty years. It was impossible not to admire her. She was fascinating, in her long jackets and breeches, stockings pulled up her calves, and handsome leather shoes with large gold buckles. She wore the fashionable cocked hat over her powdered wig and at a glance very much seemed a man.

She played her expected part in the normal world, though. Among regular folk she wore dresses and a woman’s wig. She rode in proper attire for a woman and acted every bit the lady. It was only in the privacy afforded by her tavern and parties that she showed her true nature.

When the food was finished and we had all tired of sitting at table, Catherine dismissed us to the parlor where we gathered in chairs, and on pillows set upon the floor, in window sills and on love seats. She served us absinthe, and we spent the rest of the evening drunken and dazed.

In the morning many of us awoke with aching heads, a condition the servants were prepared for with a folk concoction they insisted would cure the night’s indulgences.

I remember it was bitter and unpleasant, but I clearly tasted a hint of brandy. It occurred to me that it was most likely the brandy that provided the relief. So, by noon we were all feeling better. Everyone had awakened by then and we had shared tea and biscuits and some, myself included, had enjoyed Catherine’s coffee, imported directly from Colombia. Perhaps it was horrible of me to have indulged so, but when else could I have had such an opportunity?

Catherine gathered us in the parlor again and passed out cigars to each of us. There we sat chatting and smoking and generally being poorly behaved women. It was wonderfully decadent and freeing.

I dipped the cigar in my glass of brandy and drew on it. Madeline had warned me to take care not to inhale the smoke. Instead I simply enjoyed the flavor of the brandy with the tobacco. What luxury she enjoyed. And such luxury she was willing to share with us. I realized then how fortunate I must count myself.

The tom boys left us and went out to the stables. Madeline left me with the other ‘ladies’, those like myself. That was how I’d come to think of us, in terms of tom boys and ladies, that is. Catherine was entertaining them by showing off her prized steeds, something I had to admit I had very little interest in.

One of the girls picked up a guitar and began to strum it softly. She hummed at first, but soon her humming grew into singing. She — Alice, I would learn — had come to Philadelphia with a traveling show and had settled here when she met her love, one of the masculine sorts, though with the pretty name Eliza. It was clear that Alice dearly missed performing on stage, yet equally clear was the fact that her love far outweighed this.

Soon she requested her purse from the servants and withdrew from within it a stack of cards. These were not like the playing cards I’d seen men using in taverns. They had beautiful artwork on their faces and seemed to have meaning.

“I need a volunteer,” she said, her eyes focusing on me. Everyone, myself included, understood that since I was the new girl, I was the volunteer. She moved close and handed me the deck. “Think of a question while you shuffle the cards.”

I closed my eyes, moving the cards about, and thought of the only question I could.

I handed the cards back to Alice, and she laid them out in a careful pattern. It was the Celtic Cross, she explained. She turned over the first. A smile played at her lips. “You were in love. But it ended badly.”

My eyebrow raised involuntarily. The other girls giggle and whispered.

“Your question is about the future,” Alice said, turning over the next card. She looked at me and smiled. “You want to know the same thing we all do. Will she love me forever?”

She paused a moment, looking at another card. “I believe she shall.”

Alice continued turning over cards until she came to one of a reaper labeled ‘Death’. It seemed ominous and frightening. “There is great change coming for you.”

“Does it mean someone will die?” I asked.

“Rarely. No. It rather tells of change, drastic change.”

She quickly turned over the remaining cards, shaking her head. “So much change that things become unclear.” She looked at me and smiled. “Not to worry, ’tis just a game, love. I wouldn’t take it too seriously.”

I must have been showing in my face the concern I felt in my heart. Her dismissal of the cards as a simple game did little to relieve my worries.

The mood was markedly darker now. We tried to lighten it again, and began chatting and giggling about anything but those cards. I learned as we sat entertaining ourselves in the parlor, waiting for the tom boys to come back, that tonight, the second night of the party, was what they referred to as Bedtime Story Night.

I wondered exactly what kind of bedtime story such women as these would want to hear. I became intrigued, anxious for nightfall, and the beginning of these stories.

Alice entertained us with whimsical songs and silly dances. She seemed to love the laughter and applause of even such a small group as we. She was a lovely girl, and I found myself hoping that somehow we could become friends.

I wondered what wonderful tales she might have to share. What things she had seen, and the kind people she had met. How had she learned that she desired only the touch of a woman? That had become a primary point of interest for me whenever I was among the like-minded. How had they come to know this about themselves? Had it been quite accidentally, as it had been for me? Had they perhaps always known? I wanted to ask time and again, but never had the courage. It seemed like a private thing that others would not want to discuss. How wrong I was.

Out of breath from dancing about, playing the fool, Alice sat down next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. “This is why Catherine invites me,” she said, “because I am such an entertainer.”

She laughed to herself. “Mark my words, ladies,” she went on, raising her voice above the others. “Before this get-together of hers ends, she’ll have me dancing and singing for you all.”

“Ah, and this party could not be complete without it,” one of the girls chimed back.

“But on her stage is where we love you most,” someone else laughed.

I wondered what that meant but did not press. Instead I found myself fascinated that this place evidently had a stage of its own. How expansive was this house, this mansion, that it had both a party hall and a theater? And all for the entertainment of guests. Catherine’s wealth must be fabulous indeed.

I looked at Alice for a long moment before I grabbed her hand and led her away from the main group. A few of the girls glanced at us with curiosity, but no one paid too much attention.

I had to know more about this girl. She was lively and happy, and she danced and seemed like such a free spirit. She smiled a pretty smile at me as I fought to keep my resolve.

“Have you always been this way?” I asked.

“This way?” she chuckled. “A fool, you mean?”

“No, like us. Wanting only a woman.”

Alice’s smile broadened. “Of course, silly girl.” She leaned close and playfully slapped at my hand. “What did you think? That Eliza seduced me? Corrupted my virtue and stole me away from my family?”

That was very much what I thought indeed. Alice was younger than I, and from my understanding had been a part of this small group of Catherine’s inner circle since she was but a girl.

“I guess I don’t know,” I finally said.

“My mother was a gypsy. My father…” She blushed slightly. “Well, he was a client, shall we say.”

I thought I understood, but hated to think what it meant.

“We’ve traveled all about America and Europe. And in all that time I never saw a boy who captured my interest. But girls.” She smiled wickedly. “Every type of girl I saw brought a quiver to my belly and…”

Alice glanced down for a second. “Well, you know,” she giggled and blushed. “I’ve no doubt that my mother knew something when I took up with Eliza. She had come to a show and used her money to visit me after we had finished for the night.”

She sighed softly and her smile was less brilliant. “My mother was not terribly disinclined toward inducting me into her nighttime profession. And I think she didn’t care if it was with men or with women.” Her smile quickly returned, “I was a spring-fresh flower of only twelve when Eliza met me.”

“Twelve?!” I said in shock. “And she, how old…”

“Twenty. Only twenty. I was not a mere child though. I’d seen the world already. And I knew I loved her right away.”

Alice held up her left hand and showed me a simple gold band around her ring finger. “She gave me this only a month after we met. I told my mother I had married, and had to stay when they moved on. I never told her it was Eliza who gave me the ring, but I think she knew. Still she let me stay — though, I’ve no doubt, after extracting a heavy price from Eliza. But she simply will not say it’s so.”

“Do you regret it?”

“I miss the crowds clapping for me,” she said with a smile. “But for Eliza, I would have given up anything. I still would.”

“And the fact that you are a gypsy, that does not cause problems for a woman of Eliza’s station?” I asked.

Alice smiled and glanced toward Sarah. “I think someone has been telling tales she should not have. She loves to tell Madeline’s lovers the sad story of Catherine. It’s not the same for her, though, for Catherine. She is the head of our, our club, I suppose you would call it. Appearances mean so much when all others are looking to you for guidance. Besides, she spends a great deal of time traveling and meeting with wealthy clients.”

“I see,” I said absently. It made sense in a way. Catherine indeed did seem to lead us. She was a very charismatic woman. I could hardly imagine not looking to her as I did.

She took my hand. “Come along… Liz, is it?”

I nodded.

“Let’s get back before someone decides to start a rumor about us. After all, you know how girls love to gossip.”

She winked and led me back the group. Of course I did not understand at that time that such a thing would not matter to anyone.

We talked and took turns telling stories of our first loves until the tom boys returned. I was all too happy to have Madeline back at my side. I felt less naked with her about.

“And what did you do to amuse yourselves?” Madeline asked me.

“Alice kept us entertained,” I replied.

“Ah, then you have had a treat, indeed,” Catherine said, having overheard. “Alice, dear, give us a song,” she called out to the girl.

Alice attempted to be modest, but it was obvious that she dearly wanted to do it. So, with only the slightest urging and with Catherine at the piano, Alice performed a richly comic song for us, eliciting laughter and cheers from everyone. Indeed, she had been right. Catherine did have her perform for us all.

When she was done with her silliness, she picked up the guitar again and sat strumming it for a long while before she started to sing again. It was a story she related, as if the composer longed for the beloved he could not have. Or at least so I thought. But Madeline leaned close to me and whispered that Alice had written it herself. Somehow knowing the song truly was sung from one woman to another made it even more enjoyable and poignant.

At dusk we were served our second formal meal in the house and, as on the night before, went long into the evening talking and laughing at the table. While we conversed, I learned that many of the guests had come from far away to be here, and this was why Catherine’s parties were such an event. One had come all the way from Virginia. I was learning that there were women like us all over this new nation.

With all a bit drunk from the wine, Catherine began tapping her fork against her glass as she stood. “Ladies,” she began, “and gentlemen.” A titter rose. “You now know what it’s time for, I trust. Looking about me, I see tired eyes and I think a good bedtime story should do you well.”

She led us out and back to the parlor that had become like a second home to us. Books lined one of the walls, and Catherine went to them, dragging her finger along the spines.

“What shall we have tonight?” she asked, turning toward the group and smiling. “The forbidden love of a queen and her ladies in waiting?”

“Only if it is the true tales of Lady Antoinette,” a voice called, referring to the French queen of some note and besmirched reputation. Catherine giggled a bit but said nothing.

“Are the rumors really true?” one of the women asked, a bit surprised.

“I prefer to think they are,” Alice laughed.

“Perhaps something more crass?” Catherine proposed, recapturing the women’s attention. “Two whores who leave behind their lives for each other?” Saying this, she playfully covered her mouth with both hands.

There was quite a reaction. It seemed that a goodly number some of the girls liked this idea.

“Ah, you filthy sluts, is that what you want? Lust? Wanton sex? Well, girls… I have just the tale for you all.” Catherine selected a book from the shelf and opened it at the ribbon marking a place. From within this larger volume, she withdrew a second, smaller book bound only in paper. Catherine pulled a pair of spectacles from her pocket and placed them on her face, pulling them to the tip of her nose with one finger. She looked over them at all of us as we sat in anticipation. I had to admit that even I was excited to hear what she had in store.

Madeline leaned close, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Don’t be shocked by anything,” she whispered.

Now I was a bit nervous. What could this story be?

“’Tis merely a story, dearest, meant only to titillate.”

I should have been excited by that, I suppose, but at the time the idea that I would be indulging in something whose sole purpose was to garner a sexual reaction mortified me. I blushed, but endeavored to remain expressionless.

Catherine began reading aloud. It seemed so innocent in the first few paragraphs. But as she went on, adding her own brand of drama with pauses and changes in tone and voice, I realized what this story was about.

It told the tale of two sisters who when very young had traveled to the new world with their parents. The family lived far from any city, and had nearly no visitors to their home. The girls had not even been to a small town until they were in their teens. Uninterested in anything they had seen, the sisters turned their unwholesome desires to one another.

I could scarce believe what I was hearing. As Catherine read, I found myself blushing uncontrollably. Madeline held me tighter and laid her head on my shoulder. I felt weak and, much to my shame, even aroused.

Glancing around, I saw that none of the other women showed any sign of offense. I was scandalized for them. Incest! Was nothing taboo to these people? Had they no shame? No dignity?

I almost couldn’t stand to even hear the story. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. What the girls did with one another seemed so wrong to me. I would not react the same today, of course, but at the time I was still a prisoner of the nuns’ teaching.

When Catherine finally closed the book, there was no applause. I looked up to find that this silence was not from disgust. It seemed that every woman there was in some state of undress. They were all fondling and kissing and caressing. I could scarce believe my eyes.

Toward the back of the room I saw a woman on a love seat with her head draped over the arm. She’d covered her face with her hand and I knew why when I saw another woman’s lower body protruding from beneath the first’s dress. I shied away.

Madeline kissed the back of my neck. I wondered, had she enjoyed that story? Did such things as incest excite her? I could hardly bear to know. Was this what it meant to be like us? That nothing need be forbidden? Wasn’t there anything that might offend our senses?

Sensing my resistance, Madeline turned me to face her. “Don’t let it trouble you, dear,” she whispered to me. “Remember, just a story. Besides, can’t you imagine the beauty of such love between sisters?”

I did not want to, not at all. And yet, indeed, I could. As I was growing up, there had been a young girl I looked upon as a sister. We were very close. And when I imagined her, somehow that did not seem as offensive. But she was not my true blood sister and so it did not seem so deviant.

Catherine seemed quite pleased with the reactions of the women to what she’d read. I wondered if she had a lover. I had never seen her with a woman. She met my eyes and looked at me for a long moment, perhaps contemplating her next move, before she stood and crossed the room to where two proper ladies lay in a pile of pillows making love. She knelt at their side, and they soon diverted from one another and invited her to join them, making a threesome.

It occurred to me then that perhaps Catherine had been contemplating that very thing with Madeline and I. Should I have been jealous? I did not know if I should, but I was not. I believed, as I became aware of Madeline’s tongue on my sex, that I would have welcomed her just as those other two had.

Laying my head back, I gazed up at the painted ceiling until my eyes fluttered closed and I began to rock my hips in time with Madeline. I wondered if she had brought the dildo with her. Part of me hoped she had, though would I ever be able to face these women again if she had brought it, and if we used it? Already I felt such shame to be making love before them all. But it seemed my shame came accompanied by lust. In these earliest years, I both loved and hated everything I experienced.

Madeline’s expert tongue sent waves of ecstasy through me. I lay still, however, as still as I could, trying to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. I did not want to climax right away. I wanted to lie there listening to all these other women engaging in passion while Madeline made love to me.

At long last an orgasm exploded through me and Madeline pulled herself from beneath my dress and petticoats. She smiled down at me, then kissed me deeply. I thought I should have been disgusted tasting my own sex in her kiss, but I had never been. If I were truthful, I would have to say I rather enjoyed it.

Madeline slipped out of her breeches and moved until her knees were at either side of my head. She lowered her sex to my hungering lips and began to rock her hips against my face.

She moved more deliberately with every thrust. I looked up at her to see her eyes closed and her head tilted down. She grunted with her pleasure, and hearing it only stimulated me.

Madeline arched her back, continuing to rock her hips. She drew her hands up her body, cupping her breasts. I’d no notion of it before, but now saw that we had an audience. Some of the girls were quite satisfied to sit watching the others, us in particular. After all, Madeline was the love of Catherine’s life, as the story goes, and so there was great interest in what she did.

At long last, and yet all too soon, Madeline cried out, bringing an excited gasp from our onlookers. She ground her crotch deep into my face and I did all I could to draw it out for her as long as I could.

When at last she laid back against my legs, I pushed myself up and looked at the faces staring back at me. They began to clap enthusiastically. I collapsed against the love seat, utterly humiliated, and covered my face — not, however, before I caught site of Catherine happily cheering along with the others.

It seemed forever before Catherine stood over me, pulling my hands from my face. She smiled down at me. How could she not be jealous if indeed Madeline had been her deepest love? I waited for what I was sure would be a scolding from her, but it never came. She knelt beside me and Madeline sat up straddling my hip when I turned on my side.

“I had my doubts about you, dear,” said Catherine, “as I’ve had about all of her girls. Especially the French child,” she added, glancing up at my lover. “But I’ve come to look upon you quite fondly, and the only one I would have my beloved with.”

Then she stood and pulled Madeline close, kissing her deeply, eliciting whispers and giggles from the girls in the room.

Something about the casual freedoms Catherine took with my lover actually served to comfort me. As I lay trying not show my shame, Madeline slid behind me and wrapped her arm around my waist.

“Does she mean that?” I asked.

“There is no doubt. Catherine is a generous soul and wise beyond her years.”

I lay there a time wondering to myself if what Catherine had said to me explained how I felt for her. She had spoken of me in the past as a child, so did I look upon her as a mother? For so long, the nuns had been the nearest thing to a mother I’d had, but I felt as if I were somehow reborn since coming to Philadelphia. Was it Madeline or Catherine who had most shaped me? Indeed it was my Maddy who’d taught me the most about the passions women could experience, but what of our lives in the daytime? Outside of the bedroom? The sisterhood of girls and our secret sorority? Catherine was our mistress in this, our mother, our guide.

Madeline and I slid from the love seat and made ourselves comfortable on floor pillows that had been laid out for just such a thing. Catherine soon retired to her room, and little by little the other girls withdrew from lovemaking and began to fall to sleep.

I lay listening to the lovers’ whispers, knowing that Madeline had herself fallen asleep. What had I become, I wondered, and now that I was here, could I ever return to our home, to our lives?

All of these thoughts swarmed around my head, and yet somehow I managed to find sleep at a reasonable hour for this party.

I awoke to find Catherine smiling down on me. In one hand she held a cup of coffee, in the other a small cake.

She waited until I had sat up before offering me the cup. I sipped from it, then looked around. “Where is Maddy?” I asked.

“Out stretching her legs with the other boys.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“They don’t need a nurse maid, and besides, I’d rather like to spend some time with you, my newest daughter.”

This troubled me some but her tone did not seem to hide any secret hostility. “So, I’ve learned that our lovely Sarah has told you everything about Madeline and me?”

I nodded my head.

“You needn’t worry, dear. I wish her nothing but happiness.”

Again I nodded, then asked, “How many girls has she had?”

“Several. At least five besides you. The last was a very young French girl.”

“I think I met her,” I said quietly.

“She mistook the girl’s admiration of her. And besides the French are far more casually affectionate than we. But now, tell me more about you,” she insisted. “Even after the time we’ve had at my tavern, I feel I hardly know you.”

I looked away for a moment, wondering what parts of my story to tell and which parts were better left unsaid. After some thought, I began telling her about Molly first. Seeing tears well in my eyes, Catherine rubbed my shoulder. I did not cry, though. I had at least come that far.

I told her about my employer in Harrisburg, about my journey to the city and my year long, relentless search for others like myself. I spoke of my job as a seamstress, my home in the boarding house, and finally how Madeline and I had come together.

“She loves you very much,” Catherine told me once I had finished. “But you.” She tilted her head slightly. “She knows you do not feel the same.”

I felt the immediate need to defend myself. “But I do. When I dream of my future, I see myself only with her.” That much was true.

“Yes, but still.”

“I do have a sort of love for her,” I finally confessed. “But…” I trailed off.

“But it isn’t the same,” she finished for me. “Child, don’t you know? No two loves are ever the same, and besides you shall never know a love like your first. That first time, you love so fully and with such abandon. You love with your whole self, and then when your heart is broken, you learn to hold back a part of you. You learn to keep a part of you safe.”

I had never thought of it that way, but what she was saying made such sense that I adopted it as my new truth. “Is that how you felt for her?”

“I still feel it. You never quite fall out of love with your first either. Your first, this Molly, she will always hold a place in your heart that no other can ever take.”

That did not comfort me. I wondered if just hearing her name would hurt me forever, as it did even now. “You truly are as wise as Madeline says.”

“Come along, girl, the others have gathered in the dining room and I don’t want them to think you get any more special treatment than you already have.”

“But I do, don’t I?”

“It’s a secret, Elizabeth.” She pressed her finger to my lips and smiled. “Shh.”

I ate breakfast and the other girls and I talked for a while before we all began to roam the house. The parlor had but a single shelf of books. Catherine, however, possessed a vast library, and when I found it I could hardly believe my eyes. I ran from shelf to shelf, and even climbed the ladder, pushing myself along, surveying all the books. Oh, to have lived with such leisure as to be able to read to my heart’s content.

Eventually I came across a copy of the Bible. It would not have seemed so out of place in any other library. But here in Catherine’s den of wickedness, it simply did not belong.

I opened it. The nuns had originally taught us to read using the Bible, so I knew the tome well. It was so romantic. The thought of a loving God providing for us all, caring for us, looking after us. It was quaint and inviting. But I simply did not believe it. The same Bible that spoke of love also spoke of anger and judgement and condemnation. Most meaningful to me were the condemnations of love. How could we feel any love if it were unnatural?

After a moment of nostalgia, I returned the book to its place and left the library to seek Alice. Whatever she was doing, I was sure it had to be interesting.

In time I found her in the parlor playing guitar for a couple of the girls. Alice smiled at me when I entered the room and set the guitar down, much to the protest of her audience. She crossed the room and took my hands in hers.

“I know I shouldn’t,” she said, “though I cannot help but sing for them. Where have you been?”

“I found the library.”

“You can read?” she asked, evidently surprised.

I nodded.

“How truly wonderful. Eliza has tried to teach me, but it is very difficult.” She nodded toward the guitar. “I can read music, though, my mother taught me that.”

I couldn’t read a note. The nuns had no musical instruments and no way really to teach us. In this I believed I might have found a way to keep a connection with dear Alice. “If I were to teach you to read and write, would you then teach me to read music and play?”

“Really?” she exclaimed with delight. “Oh, that would be wonderful! We’ll start right away. Do you have Saturdays to yourself?”

I nodded. Madeline would give me any day I wanted. She always told me I needed friends.

Alice and I went to a love seat and sat talking until the tom boys returned from outside. I stood and took Madeline’s hand.

To my surprise, she led me from the parlor. “I have to warn you about tonight,” she said. What did this night hold, I wondered, that required more warning than the previous two?

“Tonight Catherine will provide for us a live showing of… there will be dildos. It will be a night of total debauchery and sin. You must not be shocked.”

In the light of a story centering around incest, I doubted anything I could see tonight would shock me greatly. I had seen, and used, a dildo. I had seen the orgy the night before. I had seen everything. I thought. At the time I imagined that there simply couldn’t have been any more to see, and I was not concerned at all that I would find myself offended.

“I doubt I could be,” I finally said.

“For as much as you’ve done, Liz, and for what you’ve seen, you are still a virtuous woman. A lady. You conduct yourself and carry yourself as such. I simply worry about you.”

I grinned at her. “But isn’t that the desire of all husbands? A lady on the street and a whore behind closed doors? Aren’t I whore enough for you? Don’t I indulge your every desire?” I moved closer, letting her feel my breath on her neck. “What could I see tonight that would shock me now?”

Madeline flashed a knowing smile but said no more.

We returned to the parlor and indulged in drink and smoke. The tom boys chatted, and we others sat in our own circle doing the same. We were all waiting for nightfall and the end of dinner. One could very nearly taste the excitement in the air.

This was the grand finale to a weekend of sin and wickedness. I was told that Catherine always did something different, and always it was absolutely hideous. They said this as if being hideous were a goal to strive for.

“What might it be tonight?” I asked.

Alice smiled wickedly. “I’ll never tell.”

I looked at her, surprised. “You?”

“I told you she invites me because I am so entertaining,” she giggled. “We’ve been practicing together, all of last week.”

“Eliza too?” I asked.

She nodded her head slowly.

Oh, I so wanted to press her. I had to know what this secret was. The other guests had seen such shows many times, I thought, but I could barely stand not knowing. They at least knew what to expect, I could not even dream.

Time passed so slowly for me then. Knowing it was little Alice who would provide the night’s entertainment made the anticipation even worse. Although merely sixteen, she truly was as worldly as a woman twice her age.

We enjoyed another long dinner, and when at last the clock struck ten, Catherine led us into the theater. The whole group gathered near the edge of the stage and waited, however impatiently, for the curtain to be raised.

Catherine made an announcement. “My friends, my children, you are all my dearest and closest friends, and… lovers,” she laughed. “Boys and girls who are for one reason or another close to my heart.” Her gaze fell to me. “And new friends.”

The servants began passing out flutes of champagne.

“Tonight,” said Catherine, after everyone was served, “I give you the very reason that you have all come. I give you my darling Alice and Eliza.” She raised her glass and we all joined her in the toast, most draining their glasses.

“Let the show begin!” Catherine shouted.

She stepped aside as the curtain was raised. On the stage Alice and Eliza knelt naked on a bed that rotated slowly on some sort of platform, giving us a view from every titillating angle. I joined in the applause, but a part of me was worried for Alice.

From beneath the blankets Eliza withdrew a dildo not unlike Madeline’s. It was larger, however, and seemed to be carved of jade. The belt to which it was attached was covered in velvet, but as the bed rotated I could see it was backed with leather.

“Luxury,” I whispered, and Madeline nodded against my shoulder. She held her arms tight around my waist, releasing me only to clap from time to time.

As I had often seen Madeline do, Eliza drew the dildo up her legs and fastened the belt. Was this the show, I wondered? They had built it up to be such a spectacle, but had these women, women of privilege, never seen such a thing?

Eliza rubbed the tip between Alice’s thighs, and the girl writhed in time. She was soaking up all of the reactions. As they turned in front of us, one of the girls began clapping in a slow rhythm, while another began to chant. “Fuck her,” she said, over and over again. Others joined in, and before I realized it, I too was chanting as was Madeline behind me.

With the most devious smile, Eliza pushed the member into the girl. Alice cried out, in pain I feared at first, but soon realized that was not the case. I felt a quiver in my belly as the bed rotated and I could clearly see the gleaming dildo moving in and out of the girl.

“Harder!” Alice screamed. “Deeper!”

She was putting on a show for us, and I was beginning to understand why Catherine’s parties could draw guests from so far away. This was such a wicked show but I was loving it.

They continued fucking, and Alice began to gasp and shout with each thrust. I was sure we would see her climax at any moment, when Eliza suddenly stopped and withdrew. Alice was grinning from ear to ear it seemed. Her eyes narrow and mischievous.

“What’s this then?” I spoke absently.

As I watched, little Alice turned, took the phallus in her hand, and began to suck it. This was positively scandalous, yet I found myself cheering with the others. Oh, what shame, but I wanted more.

Alice pulled her mouth from the dildo and rose up kissing Eliza deeply. They smiled for a moment at one another. Alice turned around again, remaining on all fours in front of her lover.

No one could have been exactly sure what was about to happen, but at least the others had some idea of what they might expect to see, while I did not.

Eliza poured an oil from a vial onto the phallus and carefully coated it. She then cleaned her hand, I thought, between Alice’s legs. They remained motionless for one full revolution of the platform before the girls all began to chant: “Do it – Do it – Do it!”

Suddenly Eliza thrust her hips forward, and Alice screamed at the top of her lungs. “More,” she cried, “all of it!!”

The women began to cheer wildly as the platform came around and I myself was feeling caught up in all of it. Then at last the platform turned enough so that I could see what they truly were doing.

Eliza was buggering the child with the dildo, as all those around me cheered them on. I suddenly felt weak and brought my hand to my chest. My knees seemed to give way from under me. I would have fallen had Madeline not caught me.

“Oh, Alice,” I whispered.

While continuing her thrusts, Eliza reached between the girl’s legs and began to massage her sex. Alice was bucking and moaning, begging for more until at last she cried out, clenching her fists on the blanket and squeezing her eyes tight. She pushed herself backward, hard against the dildo.

Eliza knew exactly what to do as she drew out the girl’s climax. At long last Alice fell forward on the bed. A moment passed and she rose up, taking a short bow before the crowd. The women were cheering and blowing her kisses.

As the curtain fell, I whispered once more, “Oh, Alice.”

How, I wondered, could I ever face her again? Could I even look at her now, having seen this? It seemed that to me Catherine had taken advantage of a child, and I ached for the girl. I was ashamed for her.

“She was doing only what she wanted,” Madeline murmured behind me, having sensed my thoughts. “Understand, she is a gypsy child. Different things are important to her than to you.”

“And you?” I asked, as I turned toward her.

“You were enjoying the spectacle at first, weren’t you? You did not think anything wrong with it. But it was the same Alice.”

“But Maddy… they…”

“Broke a terrible taboo?” Madeline hugged me close and began to whisper in my ear. “Alice loves nothing more than to put on a show for us. She is thrilled whether it is singing and dancing — or fucking.”

“Is that… what you want from me?” I asked.

I felt Madeline laugh slightly. She pulled back and smiled at me. “Of course not. You asked earlier if you were whore enough for me. I would never speak of you so crassly. But you do satisfy my every whim, and I could not ask for more.”

I felt relieved. I would do anything she asked of me, but now I could only pray that she did not ask this.

Officially the party had ended. But most of the guests, drunk and excited, retired to the parlor. I sat quietly on a love seat while Madeline talked with the other boys.

A door opened, and I looked over to find Alice standing there, still naked. Eliza soon joined her and they kissed, before Eliza went to join the toms in a shower of handshakes and congratulations.

Alice made her way straight to me, though. She boldly climbed up in to my lap and kissed me on the nose. Then she sat back and smiled sweetly. “They love me. No matter what I do. I know they love it,” she said quietly.

“Don’t you, you filthy whores?” she called, raising her voice and receiving soft laughter back. “But I really only care about you, your response. This was your first. Was it as terrible and wicked as we promised?”

“Indeed,” I answered, hardly able to look her in the eyes. It was not a lie, though. The show was everything I had been warned of and more.

“You… really like that?” I finally asked.

Alice wrinkled her forehead for a moment, looking puzzled, then covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, you hated it!” she whispered loudly. “You think me a filthy slut, don’t you?”

I did not. I thought all the rest of us to be filthy sluts, encouraging this girl to do such things.

“Are you ashamed of me?” she asked. “Or of yourself for enjoying the wickedness?”

I opened my mouth to answer but I could not. Sitting there in the dim candlelight of the parlor, I could see wisdom in her eyes. She began to look less like a child to me and more like a woman.

Alice did not wait for an answer. She quickly pushed her hand under my dress and between my nether lips, finding there what she expected. I did not need to answer. She nodded her head, satisfied, then said, “Will you still teach me to read?”

I could scarce look at her but my affection for the girl had not changed. “Will you still teach me music?”

A smile played at her lips. “I’m a gypsy, Liz,” she whispered in my ear. Feeling her breath against my neck caused my loins to ache. “Do you think anyone could really coax me into something I did not want?”

I had only heard of gypsies, never met one before, but what I knew told me they were more likely to fool someone than to be fooled themselves. Crafty people, they were said to be.

“I’m ashamed,” I confessed, “to feel so titillated by you.”

Alice chuckled, “Eliza loves to taste another woman in my kiss.”

My jaw dropped open and I blushed in humiliation. “Maddy!” I exclaimed, calling for her. A moment later Madeline stepped up to the love seat, looking first at Alice and then at me. She smiled and sat down beside us.

“Is she trying to seduce you?” she asked me.

Alice threw her head back and laughed. “You know me too well, Madeline.”

Maddy leaned close, whispering in my ear, “Do as you will with her. I won’t hold it against you.”

I wondered if she truly meant that. And if I could believe it, would she really still love me? My face betrayed my thoughts.

“How could I ever deny you such a lovely and nubile little creature?” said Maddy.

Alice grinned.

“When in Rome, my love, and here we are,” Madeline finished, then left me there with a naked girl in my lap, rocking her hips and rubbing her sex against my legs. My dress would smell of her for days, certainly Alice had to know that.

She leaned in and kissed me deeply, pushing her tongue into my mouth and caressing my shoulders. Such an aggressive child she was. I could hardly believe that she was only sixteen.

The girl coaxed me to the floor and began to undo my dress. She pulled it up, struggling to get it over my head. I was resistant but eventually allowed her to remove it. Alice pushed me back against the pillows, kissing me. She moved down my throat, sending quivers through my belly. She suckled and even gently bit my nipples.

I was moaning aloud, completely unaware that the boys had turned their attention to us. It was not until I opened my eyes and pushed myself up that I saw them. The heat of shame washed over me and I struggled, but Alice would not let me go. In the dim light I saw Madeline smiling and nodding her approval.

When at last Alice reached my sex I thought I could stand no more excitement. She sucked my clitoris into her mouth and pushed her fingers through my folds, stimulating me. I was growing near to completion when she paused. I looked down at her and she glanced up at me. The child folded her fingers together and shoved her entire, however small, hand all the way inside me.

I cried out, both in shock and ecstasy. Had it been Madeline doing such a thing I imagine I would have writhed in pain, but Alice was tiny and it seemed that her hand was the perfect size to fill me just to the blurred edge of pain and pleasure.

She shoved her hand more deeply within me and I welcomed it. I was rocking with her, moaning and nearly crying. My eyes opened and I looked toward Madeline who stood nearby, biting her lip in anticipation.

My climax quickly approached. Alice’s expert attention made it impossible to resist. I rocked faster and the girl matched me. We moved in unison, in perfect harmony, until the orgasm exploded through me and I cried out, begging for more.

She carried this on for so long that I thought I might die. At last, though, the final climax subsided, and Alice moved to lay next to me. I put my arm around her and she snuggled in. Eliza soon appeared over us and knelt down. She showed not the slightest shame in kissing the girl, in lapping my wetness from her chin and lips.

How can I ever go home? I asked myself.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Purple Les

We’d all at some point freshened up in the bathroom. Mom had made a pot of herbal tea, and some snacks. We were still nude, just drinking tea and chatting and munching, sitting or standing around in the kitchen. I was having fun. I liked being with the grownups.

All of us followed Mom back out to the living room, and she got the fire going again. Mrs Tran, Jean, and Aunt Billie were all sitting together on the couch. Jean and Mrs Tran were drinking tea. Sandie sat on the floor with her back against the couch, between Mrs Tran’s and Jean’s legs. Sandie’s legs were stretched out straight. I sat curled up next to her on the floor. I was against the couch also, next to Aunt Billie’s legs. I had my arms wrapped around Sandie’s arm hugging it. I was resting my head against her upper arm near her shoulder.

Mom sat in the easy chair after she’d got the fire blazing. The room was very warm. You could almost forget it was freezing cold outside.

“That happened to you while you were in the Marines, then?” asked Jean. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t bring it up.”

“It’s okay,” Sandie answered, in a soft voice.

Her dark brown eyes, staring at the fire, looked moist. “I was doing my third tour in Afghanistan. Our assignment that day was to escort a journalist and her photographer. We were all suited up. I was in the middle Humvee with them. It was very routine.

“We saw some of our planes fly past us overhead. Figured we had extra coverage because of the journalist. The planes doubled back. We saw the Humvee in front of us go up in an explosion.”

The room was very quiet. I held Sandie’s arm tighter. Her voice was still soft and slow, but sounded a little shaky. “Then the one behind us went up too.”

I could see the flames from the wood stove reflecting in Sandie’s eyes, and it was almost as if I could see her memory.

“Next thing I knew I was dragging the journalist out of the Humvee, dragging her clear. It all happened so fast, like a weird dream.” Sandie gave a little laugh, “No, more like a crazy nightmare. I can’t remember anything else about it. I woke up in Germany. I’d been out of it for a month.”

“Was it the Taliban?” Aunt Billie asked.

“Turned out it was friendly fire,” Sandie answered, after a moment.

“It doesn’t sound very friendly,” I said.

Sandie kissed the top of my head. I looked at her tummy and side. In this light I could see some small long white lines. They were scars too, but nothing like the one on her back. You barely saw these.

“Anyway,” Sandie said,” I still have ten toes and ten fingers, all of them still attached to the proper limbs. I can walk and talk. It could’ve been worse. As it was, the doctors had to remove a kidney, fourteen feet of my intestine, a quarter of my stomach, and half of one of my lungs. They removed one of my ribs. They added some metal to my spine. But, here I am, having the happiest night of my life.”

We were all quiet for a little while, just looking at the fire. Jean and Mrs Tran had finished their tea, so I took their empty mugs to the kitchen. When I came back in, I leaned against the wall and looked at all of them.

I guess Jean was the oldest. She had sort of a large middle but she wasn’t fat. Her boobs were smallish and hung down. Her nipples were very nice, I thought, and I liked her hairy pussy.

Mom was younger than Jean, but older than the other women there. I hoped I would look like Mom when I grew up… her nice long dark hair, her soft boobs, her big nipples. She has a great figure. I like the dark hair over her pussy. I like her ass. She has real nice legs too.

Aunt Billie was younger than Mom. She has small boobies, but they have a nice shape. Her nipples aren’t big, but they look real nice. She is trim, and looks like an athlete. I love her bare pussy. It’s hard for me to stop looking at it.

I know when Mary grows up she will look just like her mother, Mrs Tran, curvy and fit with nice perky boobs and big brown nipples. I like Mrs Tran’s pussy also, the black triangle of hair, and her large bare pussy lips.

Sandie looked almost like a little girl sitting on the floor. But no little girl had nice boobs like hers. Or a patch of dark pubes that were not very thick or long.

I was staring at her nipples.

“Are you daydreaming, angel?” Mom asked me.

“A penny for your thoughts,” said Aunt Billie.

“I was just thinking how pretty you all are. And how I like seeing you all naked together like this.”

“Aw, thanks,” said Mrs Tran. “Carol, what a nice daughter you have.” I saw Mom smile. All the women were looking me up and down again.

“I was also thinking, um, I’ve licked all your pussies before. But I never licked Sandie’s. Sandie, would you please let me lick you?”

“You mean lick my pussy?”

“Yeah, I’d like to. Please, may I?”

Sandie looked up at my Mom who smiled at her and nodded her head.

I walked over and got on my knees in front of Sandie. I kissed her on the mouth while I touched her nipples. Then Jean and Mrs Tran pulled Sandie up onto the couch between them, her ass on the edge of the cushion, her legs being spread by the other two women. Aunt Billie moved over to the side of the couch and started to play with herself. Mom was rubbing her pussy as she watched from the easy chair.

Mrs Tran and Jean were both kissing Sandie. I put my hands on Sandie’s thighs and looked at her pussy. “I’m glad you didn’t lose your pussy. It’s so pretty.” I looked up after I said that. Jean and Mrs Tran were sucking on Sandie’s tits. Sandie was looking down at me.

I moved my face closer in to the pussy in front of me and said, “I like how your lips look. I know you’re enjoying this ‘cause I can see how wet you are.” I put my index finger on her pussy lips and ran it around them. I could see inside her pussy, and stuck my finger in real slow.

Mrs Tran and Jean each put a leg over Sandie’s thighs to keep her from wiggling away from me. Sandie said, “This is so good. I love you all. Do whatever you want, Katy. I’m in heaven.”

I pulled my finger out, looked up at Sandie and sucked my finger clean. I said, “I really like how you taste.”

Mom and Aunt Billie were on the floor now on either side of me. They were watching and playing with themselves.

I moved my face closer to Sandie’s pussy and said, “I have to really taste it now. I can’t wait anymore.”

I started to run my tongue lightly around her pussy lips, but then I stopped and looked up at her face again. “If you have to come,” I said, “just go ahead. I don’t mind if you come on my face or in my mouth.”

Then I looked at her pussy again and blew lightly on it. Sandie shivered. I licked her pussy lips some more, then I started on her clit. Her clit seemed small compared to the other grownups I’d seen. But it was pretty.

It was a good thing Mrs Tran and Jean were holding her, ‘cause she really jumped when I touched her clit with my tongue. Her pussy honey was coming out fast. She was trying to move around but the women on the couch held her tight while they watched me.

Then Sandie said to no one, “Fucking shit! So good! I can’t stand it! So good! Oh fuck, Carol! Having your nine-year-old daughter eat me out. Holy fuck! I… I’m… oh, fuck! I’m coming!”

Somehow I knew when to lick softer and harder, and I wanted to see how long I could make her come on my face. I stuck a finger back in her while I licked her clit. I sensed at some point she was done. I gave a few last licks as I took my finger out.

Sandie was sweaty, her head tilted back looking at the ceiling with her mouth half open. Mrs Tran and Jean were cuddling her.

I had to pee and went to the bathroom. I washed up and brushed my teeth while I was in there. I came back to the living room. The three women on the couch were watching Mom and Aunt Billie making out. I sat on the couch and watched too.

Mom and Aunt Billie broke their embrace and Aunt Billie said, “Anyone have anything they want to try or talk about?”

After a moment Jean said, “I always wanted to try a daisy chain.”

I laughed at that. Sometimes me and Mary would make daisy chains and wear them on our heads in the summer. I asked, “Where would you get daisies or any flowers in the middle of winter?”

Now some of the grownups laughed.

Jean said, “It’s not like that. It means you all get in a circle and lick each other’s pussies at the same time. I’d like to try it right now. You know, not till we all come or anything. I just want to do it for a few minutes to satisfy my curiosity.”

The other women looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and pretty much said, “Yeah, okay.” – “Sure why not?” – “I’ll try anything twice.”

I asked if I could just watch, and they all said that was fine. I curled up on the couch with my hand between my legs. Jean lay on the floor and the rest of them tried to figure out where and how to lay. After some rearranging and some laughing, they were in a loose circle. Each of them had their mouths on someone’s pussy. I watched them do that for a few minutes. Then they sort of slowly broke it off.

Jean said, “Ow, I can’t lay like this any longer.”

“Yeah! You gotta be a contortionist to do this,” added Mrs Tran.

The others agreed, but said they were glad they’d tried it. They all stood up and started kissing and touching each other. Then they began to pair off, sort of, and I dozed off.

When I woke up, Mrs Tran was doing a sixty-nine with Jean. Sandie and my Mom were eating Aunt Billie. I watched as long as I could, but fell back to sleep. When I woke again, it was dark and quiet. I was on the couch wrapped in a blanket.

I went to the bathroom. After I peed, I was washing my hands and saw three big lipstick marks on my face. Aunt Billie, Jean, and Mrs Tran were the only ones wearing makeup. I guess maybe they’d kissed me goodbye at some point. I tried to remember saying goodbye to anyone but couldn’t. I walked to the kitchen for some water. I looked out the window at the driveway, and only Aunt Billie’s car was still there.

I went back to the couch and wrapped myself up in the blanket and fell asleep again. I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I stretched and yawned. I lay there. I looked around. The coffee table was back where it belonged. The room smelled fresh. Not like pussy cum and wood smoke anymore. Not that I minded that smell. Then I got up to go pee. I took a shower. I saw the shirt of Mom’s I’d had on the night before, and put that on with my bunny slippers. I had some juice and toast. I wondered how long Mom and Aunt Billie would sleep.

I read my book for a little while, then went in the kitchen to make coffee for Mom and Aunt Billie. For some reason the smell of it would always wake them up. It was almost done brewing when I heard a little tap-tap at the side door.

It was Sandie. She was in her uniform and had the police car, not her little pickup truck. I let her in and told her Mom and Aunt Billie were still asleep. She had brought donuts, and we each had one. I gave her coffee to go with hers and we chatted. I asked her how she’d ended up in our town.

She told me about how she’d been stationed in Virginia after she came back from Germany. How she got an honorable discharge. She didn’t want to go back home to New Mexico. She said she didn’t want to see any place hot and sandy for a long time. She bought her little pickup truck with an enclosed back, and drove up the east coast. Then she headed west. She told me she would just camp along the way. Maybe stay at a cheap motel once a week or so for a treat.

When she got to our little town, she was almost out of money, and wondered what she would do next. She was having pie and coffee in our little diner when Sheriff Johnson came in.

He’d asked her if she was a Marine. Said he could always tell, ‘cause he’d been one too. They talked a long time. He offered her the deputy sheriff job, and she took it.

“So here I am. After last night, I know this is home for good,” Sandie said, as she finished her coffee. “Thank you for last night.”

I told her I really had fun.

“Say ‘Hi’ to your Mom and Billie, for me. I have to get to work.” She kissed my head, and I hugged her. Then she put her coat on and left.

Mom and Aunt Billie had coffee and donuts when they got up. I told them how Sandie had brought the donuts over. We had a quiet day. Aunt Billie left after supper.

I read my book, and Mom napped. When I went back to school on Monday, it was just the kids that belonged there. All the other kids had gone back to their own schools. That was okay, except I wished I could have got to know the girl with the hijab better. By Wednesday, it was like none of that had ever happened. Everyone who’d been out sick was back. Also on Wednesday morning Mary had her brand new eyeglasses. They looked really nice on her.

I had a lot of extra time being grounded. I mean it’s funny how much time TV and the internet takes up. One of my extra chores was to clean up the basement. Man, there were all these old paint cans and other stuff that I threw out, and that made a lot of room. I also found an old record player and a box of records. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I understand. I didn’t know what they were either till I dragged them upstairs and Mom told me they were her mother’s.

Mom explained what they were and how they worked. We were going to listen to them, but Mom said the needle was broken.

I also finally got the puzzle box open. Inside, just like Mary had said, were six thumb drives. I wondered if I should try watch them now that we had a computer that could play them. I decided I’d better ask Mary. Besides, I was still grounded.

Oh, the other thing that happened were the dreams. Almost every morning before I woke up, I would have a sex dream. I guess that’s not so weird. The weird part was that every dream had my teacher, Mrs. Collins, in it. In my dreams, she was always the one who would make me come. It was freaky ‘cause I didn’t really think of her like that. But now those dreams were sort of making me think that way.

I asked Mom about it and she said, “Dreams are just dreams. Don’t get dreams and real life mixed up.”

I told her I wouldn’t.

Continue on to Chapter 23