Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Where the Seeds Fall

By eloquent delinquent

Nicole’s so sweaty! And she’s still tingling all over, her muff hidden puffy and impatient in her shorts, alerting her every step how much it needs more touching. It’s difficult for her to keep her hands away from there, even though she’s walking down the road in plain view. That urge is so strong, it’s crazy!

She casts a couple glances at Amber walking alongside, feeling so shy. It’s hard to look at her now, after… after that. And it only makes her more bashful to see Amber walking along all jaunty like nothing’s going on.

It’s not long before Amber’s narrowed brown eyes catch her, but she just grins and butts Nicole with her shoulder, knocking her off-balance but making her smile.

“You okay?” Amber asks.

Nicole shrugs. “I guess. You’re walking awfully fast.”

“Don’t wanna be late,” she says, and chuckles. “That took longer than I thought.”

“Does…?” Nicole starts, trying hard to gather her thoughts. “Does that happen, like, a lot?”

Amber cocks her head while running her hands up and down her front, “Uhm, I’ve never seen anything like that before. I’ve never seen Robin just go off on somebody or whatever.”

“And then, you know… what you were, what we were… what we did?”

“Yeah,” Amber says wistfully, “They never saw a thing.”

“Yeah…” Nicole echoes. This is so hard to talk about. “You said… you said, it was sex?”

“The sexiest,” Amber confirms with a big nod.

“Really?”

“Uhm.”

Her mind turning, she asks, “Is that something you’re supposed to be keeping secret from me?”

Now Amber turns to look at her a lot more closely, her eyebrows uncharacteristically high. “You know what? You’re probably right. I guess that’s the kinda thing we were talking about.”

“Oh.”

“There’s no way I could’ve known what was gonna happen, though!” Amber defends. “I mean, I thought Robin was just gonna give Lori the big chew or whatever. I never thought they were gonna buddy up.”

“You didn’t know?”

“Oh hell no. I didn’t know they’d given Robin permission to spank other Scouts, either. Hm, maybe they didn’t. I think maybe people are breaking the rules all over the place today.”

Nicole doesn’t respond, just watching with wide, questioning green eyes.

Amber continues into the silence as they start down the narrow lanes through the Christmas trees. “So yeah, that was supposed to be a secret or whatever.” She glances at Nicole in the gaps between the little firs. “You’re not gonna tell on me, are you?”

Telling would mean admitting, to Katie and probably to Mom, too. She shakes her head, “No.”

Amber smiles.

“Would you be in trouble, if I did?”

“I dunno. I guess, but I’ve never heard of anybody finding out this way.”

“So you always manage to keep it a secret? The girls don’t find out?”

Shrugging, Amber replies, “I dunno. I kinda expect everybody else to handle keeping the secrets or whatever. I’ve always been better at finding them out.”

They clear the tree lot and are back on the road to camp, and Nicole can’t help but see a glint of pride in Amber’s eye when she says that.

So Nicole holds her head a little higher when she says, “Me too,” because she knows now that it’s true.

“That’s cool,” Amber says with that California-girl smile. After a few steps, she nudges shoulders with Nicole again.

When they get back, the trucks have returned loaded with new little seedlings, and the troop is getting organized to keep planting, milling around near the tailgates or wandering back from their lunch. A couple of pairs are already working.

Amber’s mom Mrs Noland starts crabbing about being late as soon as they turn up, but Amber waves her off with a, “Gawd, Mom, just a minute.”

Then she turns to Nicole, and before she knows it Amber’s taken her shoulders and moved right in and they’re girl-hearting. Surprised, Nicole rests her hands on Amber’s hips, but really she wants to put her hands everywhere on Amber’s fit, pubescent body, and for Amber to do the same to hers. Looking into her smiling eyes, she can see that there’s freckles scattered on Amber’s nose and cheeks, almost hidden by her tan. Being so close makes her puss throb demandingly.

After a while of gazing and grinning Amber licks her lips and whispers, “I know I kinda spilled the beans, but the way you rolled with it or whatever, I had no idea you didn’t already know. I knew you were smart and cute, but you’re so ready and sexy and so cool. I hope we get to be really really good friends.”

Nicole’s beaming so hard through everything Amber says that her cheeks hurt a little. She never would’ve imagined that the sporty girl would like her so much, or would show her things that even Lena wouldn’t. It doesn’t take long looking into her light brown eyes before she’s telling Amber, “I want to do this all again. I want you to teach me as much as I can learn. I know I’m not sporty, but you’re so cool I want us to do all kinds of things together!”

Amber closes her eyes slowly like a happy cat, but her smile gets bigger and bigger. And then suddenly Amber ducks in and plants a great big mushy kiss on Nicole’s cheek, a lot like the one she gave Amber out in the woods before. A thrill of excitement runs up her spine, just like they write about in books!

They hug again, and Nicole certainly doesn’t mind feeling Amber’s body squished up against hers, but it makes her body almost cry out when they part and she heads off with Mrs Noland. The last thing she hears Amber saying is, “It doesn’t even matter if I show up late. I already look like I stole a couple of bases.” They disappear up the long line of cars parked off the road.

With Amber gone, Nicole isn’t quite sure what to do, so she starts walking through the big group of parents and a few kids still near the RV’s looking for Katie.

She’s searching faces when suddenly, Mrs Greenberg is there, sun glowing bright on her ginger hair, smiling and holding something on a skewer. “Hi, sweetie.”

“Oh, hi!” Nicole replies with happy surprise. Her heart does a little flip to see her like this. In her current state, it’s all she can do not to pounce and hug and kiss her. But there’s too many grownups around, including her husband.

“I wanted you to try one of these prawns before they’re all gone. They’re very yummy.” Off to her side Mr Greenberg is looking on expectantly. He’s got black framed glasses, bushy hair and a bushy beard and wearing a flannel shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Nicole catches a tantalizing whiff of what’s on the skewer.

“Okay,” she says enthusiastically.

Mrs Greenberg leans a bit closer and holds the skewer out to Nicole, who ducks down to take a bite, but she’s looking into Mrs Greenberg’s face the whole time. When she bites down, Mrs Greenberg’s cute pink mouth moves as if she were a kind of mirror. She seems to be watching Nicole’s mouth intently while she chews. She feels a little on the spot but also happy with the attention. And the red-haired mother’s right – it is really yummy, garlic and buttery with some kind of herbs and that smokey flavor from being on the grill. She has the best taste! Both she and Mr Greenberg smile proudly watching Nicole react to the flavor.

Nicole goes, “Mmmm!”

“Lena already told Hanna that she wants to come by and swim later in the week. What about you?”

Covering her full mouth as she replies, “Shur, nat sounds greab.”

“Just call whenever,” Mrs Greenberg adds casually. “Go on, go, on. I don’t wanna keep you.’

Nicole swallows. “I was just looking for Katie.”

She turns, her red hair shifting in the sunlight. It’s so pretty. She points down the chow line. “She’s down there with Sophie and your Mom, cleaning off the tables.”

Nicole thanks her and heads back to Mom’s group, sparing a backward glance at her, and grinning. When she does, Mrs Greenberg is still watching her, and she gets this shivery feeling. She’s so cool.

Katie, Sophie and Mom are right where she said, but they’re more talking than working, just kind of absently covering salad bowls with tinfoil. When she gets close, she hears Katie telling Mom, “… all about, really. Agency. So long as they understand that they’re in control -”

“Even to the point of surrendering it,” Sophie interjects.

Katie continues, “So long as they feel safe about their consent, it’s really up to them if or how they want to learn. There’s no coercion… but there’s no imposed inhibition, either.”

Mom notices her out of the corner of her eye and startles. “Oh! Nicole, you’re back. Did you and your new friend have some fun?”

All three of the mothers are looking at her in this way that’s kind of joking, but also really interested. It makes her feel naughty and guilty, like they already know. But how could they? Amber’s gone, and Robin and Lori aren’t even back yet. Nicole chides herself for maybe getting a little paranoid.

So she tells them the safe part, the part about the trees the Scouts have planted over time, and how much they’ve grown. Mom picks up on her excitement as she tells the story. Quiet pride shows on Katie’s and Sophie’s faces as they listen.

When she’s finished, Katie tosses her blonde hair back and favors Nicole with a jaunty look, “So, are you ready to make a little more history?”

“Yeah,” Nicole smiles back, “that’s kinda why I’m here. Amber left, and I need another buddy.”

“Good thinking,” Sophie says. “A Scout never wants to do anything without a buddy. Sharing always makes things more fun.”

Nicole thinks Sophie sounds a little like a recording or something, like that’s something she’s said a lot. But she can’t help thinking that she’s right, in a naughty kind of way. Amber made a great buddy, out there in the woods together. Lori probably thinks that Robin’s a good buddy, too…

She smirks.

While she’s been having her thoughts, the mothers have been discussing who they can get to fill Nicole’s position, almost like she’s not there.

“No, not Maddy,” Sophie’s saying, “She’d be miserable. Besides, she might be busy later.”

“What about Heather or Penny then? Take one of the Acorns off of Britt’s back.”

“Nicole hasn’t spent much time with the Acorns yet,” Sophie replies. She glances down to Nicole, “Have you, honey?”

She shakes her head.

Then Mom says, “I have an idea, if it’s all right with you.” The other two regard her as she says, “Abbey’s gone sour since lunch. I’m not sure why, but maybe her sister can get her out of her funk. You think you can do that?”

Nicole’s not completely thrilled with this plan. Looking after Abbey when she’s a grouch can be a real chore. Still, it’s what sisters are for. She shrugs, nods, at the same time.

“I know Abbey’s not a Scout… well, I guess neither one of them are Scouts, really. But, do you think it’d be all right if they helped?”

Katie nods, “I think it’d be wonderful. I don’t think we could hope for two better volunteers.”

“I’d hate to think that anyone would come away from this feeling like they had a bad time,” Sophie adds. “It’s just such a beautiful day!”

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Mom says, and touches her shoulder. “You want to plant some trees with Abbey? She’s still sitting under the tree over there.”

“Okay, Mom,” Nicole says gamely. All three women are looking at her again, only this time there’s something else in their expressions, and she feels kinda like she passed a test.

She finds Abbey slumped in the same sling camp chair where she left her, and that’s when Nicole realizes this is gonna be tougher than she thought, because her little sister looks more like she’s four than seven right now.

“Hey chicken-butt,” Nicole teasingly greets.

“Hey,” Abbey grumps back, still looking off in the distance.

“Amber had to go, but I still need to do some planting.”

At this, she looks to her big sister, brow still knit and cross. “She ran off on you, too?”

“She had a game. I need your help. What do you say?”

Abbey shrugs like it’s such a burden, and kind of pours herself out of the chair, her peach colored dress riding up as she does. Nicole grins to think that Abbey’s one of the few girls here with panties on.

As they gear up and get their seedling, Nicole tries to get Abbey to open up about what’s bugging her. It seems like the seven-year-old is bent out of shape because of something the Acorns and Britt did. Mrs Wheeler comments on Nicole’s new partner, happy to see two sisters “buddying up” for the project.

She takes them back downhill by where Robin and Tara were working, though they’re still not back yet, and start to dig.

“What happened with the Acorns?” Nicole asks.

Not looking up, Abbey replies, “Oh, they’re still down there with Britt.”

“Would you rather be working with them? Is that what’s wrong?”

“No. They can do whatever they want. I don’t care.”

Digging up another shovelful, Nicole’s getting tired of all the sulking, so she just goes, “Abbey…”

Her sister throws up her hands and it all comes out in a rush. “They ditched me. All of them, right before lunch. They told me I couldn’t go with them and left me and I had to go find stupid Mom ’cause all that was around was grownups. Nobody stayed, not one. After I helped them and everything, they just ditched me.”

Nicole recalls seeing Abbey earlier in the day, and isn’t so sure she was helping the Acorns all that much. She isn’t doing much now, either. The sun feels hotter, she still feels a little wobbly, and it sure was easier with Amber helping.

She also recalls what she saw the Acorns and Britt doing in the RV after they left Abbey. She get this wild shiver all through her, and her little hot puss reminds her again that it wants her to squeeze it some more. And for a second, she gets an image of Abbey having her skirt lifted and her panties pulled down, surrounded by smiling, playful Acorns. And it seems like her puss squeezes itself somehow, this jolt of hot pleasure makes her hips flex, makes her clumsy with the shovel.

Shaken by that forbidden thought, and how exciting it was, Nicole stares at her little sister. Abbey looks back, a little confused, but seems to think Nicole is waiting for more so she says. “If they don’t want me around, fine. Why would I want to join their stupid club, anyway?”

Wow, they really hurt her feelings. But Nicole understands why Britt wouldn’t let Abbey follow, and is pretty glad she didn’t. “Look, sometimes Scouts have to do Scout stuff, that’s only for them. It’s what makes them different, you know, their own group. You probably wouldn’t have liked it, anyway,” she consoles. Although with the flash of naughty imagination she just had, she’s not quite sure that last bit’s true.

Abbey’s expression softens, the line between her eyebrows smooths. Her lips twist like she wants to say something, but then she gives a big, defiant shrug. “I guess so.”

“Did they talk to you, after? Britt and them?”

“They tried to, but I just went the other way. And that’s when I met Maddy.”

She sees her sister brighten at that, so she pursues it. “Did you like her?”

Abbey nods hugely, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders, sweeping the side of her face. “She’s so neat! Did you know she has twenty dresses just for shows?”

And suddenly, off she goes, and the next few minutes turn into the Maddy Wheeler fan club. Abbey enthuses all about what Maddy says and does and all the things she has. Nicole sees the young beauty queen has made a huge impression on her sister, but considering that Abbey still loves princesses and fairy tales, she’s not that surprised. Even Nicole finds Maddy’s presence kind of overwhelming.

While Abbey goes on, Nicole notices Robin and Tara up at the truck, getting a seedling. They’re talking and laughing, and there’s no sign from Robin of what happened in the woods just a little bit ago. A couple minutes later, Lori comes wandering in from the edge of the woods down the hill. She walks across the field and rejoins Hanna, giving her this shy, sheepish smile. The two of them do girl-hearting, and then they go back up the hill to the trucks and it looks like everything is okay. Lori’s still really blushy pink, though.

The thirteen-year-old glances in Nicole’s direction as they pass by, and gives a little apologetic shrug. She’s so weird.

Nicole thinks, Nobody knows. It’s so easy to hide, to keep it secret, so long as nobody’s spying. Her mind races with that idea, and she starts imagining everything that might be going on, between which girls, between so many girls, stripping and touching and rubbing. And it seems like no one knows. It’s like their uniforms – it’s all normal on the outside, but underneath it’s secret and naked and so excited, waiting for a touch.

Abbey’s digging, still chirping away. Nicole feels a flush of fresh heat in her cheeks. Her poor body is so wound up, and just when she thinks she’s going back to normal, something sets her off tingling again. Her heart is thumping and she can feel every beat in her swollen, tender muff, throb throb throb.

“… don’t you think?” Abbey is asking.

Nicole shakes off the urges in herself, focuses on her sister again. “What?”

Abbey looks back and forth over her shoulders to see if anyone’s listening, leans in, and repeats herself, “I said, the Scouts are kinda weird though, huh?”

She gulps. Maybe her sister isn’t as clueless as she thinks. What if she’s onto the mysteries Nicole already knows about? “How do you mean?”

“Well, like, they’re always telling secrets, or getting all kissy face with each other. Like they don’t want me to know what they’re talking about, like I’m not good enough to talk to. And it’s like, I don’t know, I’m not the only one they’re ditching.”

“What?”

Abbey looks around as if she’s worried someone’s listening. “Haven’t you noticed? Every once in a while, a couple of girls will just walk off and go away for a little bit. They don’t go up to where the grownups are, they go out into the woods all around the edges.” She pauses and looks pointedly at her big sister, “Even you and Amber went off together.”

Nicole jabs with the dirt with her shovel, rolls her eyes. “I already told you where Amber and me went. We weren’t trying to ditch anyone.” Except Lori, maybe, and now she’s glad they didn’t manage it.

There’s a brief interruption as Nicole lays the shovel aside and they both kneel down to put the seedling in.

While they lower it, she tells Abbey, “It’s not as bad as you make it sound. You know how you wanted to do more big girl things? Well, the Scouts do those things, and part of it is the girls have to do things that are only Scouting things.”

Abbey shrugs, still pouting, “I guess.”

“Here, do the vitamin stuff,” she instructs, then says, “I know they like you. The Acorns, and Britt too. They would’ve sent you back up to the grownups if they didn’t want you around. I saw you having fun with them, and they were having fun, too. They like you.”

Her little sister shrugs again, more dramatically, and looks down, trying to hide that her mouth is twisting into a flattered grin despite herself.

“Look,” Nicole says, ”it’s like with Mom. She has stuff to do, and she can’t always pay attention to you. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t like you. She’s just busy with other things that she has to do. It’s the same with the Scouts.”

She watches Abbey’s response carefully, knowing that she’s mixed up the truth with some stuff that’s less than totally honest. Trying to keep Abbey from the naughtiness that ten-year-old Nicole has only just discovered herself.

Her seven-year-old sister doesn’t reply as she pours the thick fluid around the plant’s root ball. But her face has cleared, even looking a little pleased, and Nicole knows that Abbey feels better. She’s only keeping quiet now because being cheered up would mean Nicole got what she wanted, and she’s more interested in being an impossible brat than with being happy.

Kid sisters. Sheesh.

“This stuff smells gross,” Abbey finally says, dropping the foil packet with disgust.

They push in the dirt and Nicole lets it go.

After that, they talk about other things. Abbey keeps coming back to Maddy or the Acorns, Nicole keeps bringing up the fact that Scouts are cool. They go back up to the truck, get a seedling, come back down and plant it, over and over. By now, all the Scouts are back at work in pairs and the slope is alive with their giggling, playful voices.

But Abbey’s right. As Nicole watches, teams slip away, one at a time, rambling off into the woods and disappearing for a while, then strolling casually back. Fawn and Cassidy do it. So do Lori and Hanna, going off in a different direction. A little later, when everyone else is back, Estela and Heather traipse off down the hill, with the little Acorn riding the teenager piggyback.

She imagines what might be happening off in the woods, two girls all by themselves with nobody watching, and her mind races as wildly as her heart. What she’s seen (and done!) today gives her lots of naughty things to think about. She wonders if any of the grownups notice what’s happening, but they seem to be having their own kind of get-together, like they might have during a backyard barbecue. She wonders if Jenny and Lena slipped off when she wasn’t paying attention; the thought makes her twist with jealousy and get this super hot squishy feeling between her legs at the same time.

They plant a bunch more little trees, the day gets hotter and the girls get sweatier. Before too long the trucks are empty again, and then everyone starts cleaning up. Katie puts the Scouts to work on different tasks, and all the grownups seem to know what to do, but Nicole and Abbey are left out of the loop.

Nicole tells Abbey, “You should go back over and talk to the Acorns. You’ll see what I was saying before.” When her little sister shies up, Nicole gives her an affectionate shove toward them. “Go on. Don’t be a chicken.”

Abbey gives her a little growly face – she hates to be teased – but she heads over. Nicole watches, and after only a couple minutes all the little girls are talking and laughing and letting Abbey help them clean the shovels. Penny and Joy touch her shoulder in a kinda fond way. Nicole grins, feels herself welling up a little.

She doesn’t want to be a ninny, so she decides to find Mom and get something to do herself. Wandering a little, looking at all the milling Scouts and grownups, she doesn’t spot her. She moves over to the edge of the group, by the trucks, and sees Mrs Wheeler sitting on the tailgate, drinking out of a big plastic bottle. She’s just kind of looking at the crowd as she wipes the sweat off her long, lean neck with a bandana. Her forest service shirt has a couple buttons undone; Nicole can see the edge of her plain white bra in the gap.

Mrs Wheeler meets Nicole’s eye. Her eyes are large and deep set, and the mother looks at her frankly. Her strong chin moves a little, almost like an invitation. So Nicole goes over to her.

“Have you seen my mom?”

“Your mother and my daughter are having a little meeting with Sophie in the RV,” Mrs Wheeler says. Her voice has a bit of a drawl and sounds kind of raw, like it’s weathered. “Why don’t you hop on up and wait with me ’til they’re done?”

“Okay,” she agrees, and Mrs Wheeler gives her a hand in hopping up onto the tailgate, which is just a little too tall for her. The mother hands Nicole the bottle, which is somehow ice cold. She tips it up and drinks greedily.

“You got a bit too much sun out there,” Mrs Wheeler observes.

Wiping her mouth, Nicole replies, “Yeah, I think maybe a little.”

“It’s your first time up here, isn’t it?” she asks, and when Nicole confirms it with a little nod, she asks, “What do you think?”

“Oh wow,” Nicole replies, “it’s all so amazing! It’s like, I can’t even take it all in.” She relates a bit of how Amber showed her the history in the trees, and Mrs Wheeler nods knowingly.

“Yeah, once you really feel it, you just keep coming back.”

Nicole asks, “Are you a real ranger?”

“I used to be a ranger. Now I work for the Forest Service, reforesting timberlands like we did today. It’s like a promotion.”

“That’s so crazy.”

Mrs Wheeler’s face gets quizzical. “You think so?”

Nicole flutters her hands, embarrassed. “No, that’s not what I mean. I just mean, you and Maddy are so different.”

Looking up into the sky, the mother muses, “We are now.”

“Were you like Maddy when you were little?” she asks, disbelieving.

“Oh, I was the most feminine little flower. Dad would take us on camping trips, not too far from here really, and I hated it. I couldn’t stand this little town, or the wilderness. At least that’s what I thought. I wanted to be so sophisticated. I was going to learn design and live in New York City.”

“What happened?”

Mrs Wheeler turns and looks her right in the eye with an ironic little grin. “I did both of them. Did exactly what I set my mind to doing. And a year later, I was so homesick I couldn’t stand it. Do you get homesick? For where you came from?”

“Chicago? I don’t know. At first, a lot. But then, it was mostly that I missed my friends. And like, how familiar it was.” She thinks for a second, her nose wrinkles, and then she smiles big and bright. “But since I’ve been with the Scouts, doing all these things, I hardly think about it at all.”

The mother smiles back. Deep lines form in her cheeks, but the smile is just as charming as her daughter’s, “That’s what I mean. Once something gets in your heart, nothing else matters.”

“I think it’s kind of amazing how you can change so much and still be yourself inside. Just, kind of, more of yourself, because you have a new place to grow into. You know?”

She gives Nicole an appraising look. “Did Katie make you a Scout yet?”

“Not yet. But everyone thinks she will.”

“I hope so. I’d like it if Maddy spent more time with girls like you. I worry sometimes she relies too much on her looks. I like the way you think. That you think, that you use your mind. It’s important.”

“Thank you,” Nicole says, feeling bashful but flattered.

“Speak of the devil,” Mrs Wheeler says.

Nicole looks up, expecting to see Maddy, but instead it’s Katie approaching, running a hand through her blonde hair, looking a bit harried.

“Have you seen Tara or Fawn?”

They both shake their heads.

“Ugh, it’s like herding cats.”

“It always is,” Mrs Wheeler says, sounding amused, which makes that little drawl stretch out more. She points to Nicole, “Get this one sworn in already.”

Casting a glance to the RV, Katie replies, “Working on it.”

“Ah,” Mrs Wheeler responds.

And Nicole looks from one woman to the other, so pleased and excited to hear that both of them are pulling for her. It didn’t take long for the Scouts to become so important to her, and it’s encouraging to hear that she’s important to them, too. They’re like family, and something even more than that. Mrs Wheeler’s right – once something takes hold in your heart, it’s hard to think about anything else.

To be continued…

By Jeneee

Any resistance I might have shown to what was now happening quickly evaporated as my hips raised from the bed, encouraging my little girl to swirl her tongue even more vigorously around my inner labia. My eyes were still closed, my fingers spreading my pussy as far open as I could to help Tammie in her exploration. I moaned in ecstasy at the incredible feelings that were rapidly overtaking me.

My daughter is licking my pussy. Oh my God, my sweet seven-year-old girl is licking her mommy’s pussy, and my girlfriend is watching it happen. These words or something very like them echoed through my mind over and over again as I started to swoon in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

“That’s right, sweetie,” I heard Judy whisper to my little girl, “you’re doing great. Now, move your tongue up a little, up here,” and I felt the tip of her finger touch my aroused clit, sending another electric jolt through my body. Then I moaned even louder as Tammie’s tongue tip hesitantly touched the swollen nubbin.

She pulled back a little as I jerked, perhaps thinking that she’d hurt me, but Judy’s encouraging, “Yeah, try that again, sweetie,” seemed to convince Tammie that she was doing a good job. Once again, a little more firmly this time, she licked my clit up and down before finally kissing it and sucking it between her lips as if she instinctively knew what to do next.

I opened my eyes to take in the unimaginably beautiful sight of my little girl’s blonde hair, spilling over my tummy as she busied herself with the task at hand. The look of pure pleasure on Judy’s face told me that she, too, was enraptured by the scene before her as she plunged two fingers of her right hand in and out of her wet, squelchy pussy. Meanwhile, I saw her left hand reach over to my daughter’s cute, plump bottom, which she began to gently caress through the silky material of her pink panties. Then, with a sly glance at me, Judy withdrew the other hand from between her legs and, tucking it into the waistband of Tammie’s panties, used both hands to slowly tug them down her slim, colt-like legs, completely baring my little girl’s treasure.

The loss of her undies did nothing to interfere with the attention Tammie was directing toward my pussy — if anything, it seemed to inspire her to suck my clit with greater enthusiasm. Then, as I watched in almost perfect disbelief, Judy slowly slid her hands up along the insides of my sweet little girl’s thighs until they nestled gently between them, exploring the delights to be found there.

The realization that my girlfriend was actually touching my daughter’s anal opening and pussy lips instantly brought me over the top. I came like never before, actually squirting my hot, creamy love juices into my surprised child’s mouth.

Tammie jerked away, confused by what had just happened, and I automatically raised my hips even further to try to reunite with her mouth, wanting to make the feeling last and last. Reaching out to grasp the sides of Tammie’s head, I held her face tightly against my still pulsating pussy. It was as if I’d become a wanton bitch in heat — unashamedly grinding my hot, wet cunt into my little girl’s mouth, painting her soft lips and cheeks with my cream.

As the vibrations in my tummy slowly subsided, my grip on Tammie’s head slackened. I slowly opened my eyes to see my thick juices dripping from her nose, lips and chin as her tongue tentatively sampled the taste of her mother’s unexpected explosion.

Taking in the surprised look on Tammie’s face, I suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of love for my sweet daughter, and I reached out to pull her thin body up onto mine so our faces were millimeters apart, my eyes gazing adoringly into hers.

I let my tongue take over, slowly cleaning my love juices from her face, then tenderly kissing Tammie’s lips as my fingers stroked the soft curls of her blonde hair.

“I love you so much, sweetie,” I whispered. “You made Mommy feel so good, so amazingly good.”

She glanced up at Judy, who had drawn closer to this tender mother and daughter moment. The smile on my girlfriend’s face said it all.

“I did okay, then?” Tammie asked, her gaze flitting back and forth between Judy and me. Then she added with a giggle, “I could feel your finger touching my pee pee — oops, my pussy, Judy. It felt nice. It kinda tickled a bit but not like a real tickle, like a different kinda tickle in my tummy.”

Judy winked at me as she bent down to murmur in Tammie’s ear, loudly enough for me to hear, “Would you like me to do it again, sweetie? Would you like me to make your pussy feel even better?”

My little girl’s eyes lit up like sparklers. “Mommy, can she? Can she, pulease?” my little girl asked — or more accurately, begged me to say ‘yes.’

I couldn’t believe what was happening here. All of a sudden, this evening’s lovemaking session with my girlfriend had turned into a threesome with my sweet seven-year-old daughter. More than that, Judy had just revealed a side of herself that she’d kept hidden from me all these months. She liked young girls. My sexy eighteen-year-old lover had a thing for young girls. Now I found myself wondering if she’d had any previous experiences of that sort.

I knew Judy had a much younger sister — just turned twelve, if I remembered correctly — and right away I wondered if the two of them had been sexually intimate. I decided to ask her about that the next time we were alone together, and also find out if there were other young girls she’d secretly shared lusty moments with in her past.

Then I wondered: had Judy felt desire for my daughter the whole time we’d been a couple? I remembered all the times Tammie had sat on her lap, and how the two had often exchanged hugs and the occasional kiss during Judy’s visits with me over the past few months. Had these seemingly innocent moments really been arousing for Judy? Had her yummy cunt juiced from the nearness of my daughter? Oh, my! These thoughts brought a quivering excitement to my still aroused pussy.

Without waiting for an answer from me, Tammie had already raised her little body from mine and positioned herself beside me on the edge of the bed, spreading her cute legs wide, a shy smile on her pretty face.

I knew there was no way I could stop what was about to happen — and if I was truly honest with myself, I didn’t want to. So, glancing from the expectant look on Tammie’s face to Judy’s knowing smile, I nodded my approval, adding a ‘Be gentle with her,’ whisper to my girlfriend, which was immediately followed by an enthusiastic ‘Yay!’ from my little girl.

I watched in awe as my girlfriend knelt down in front of Tammie, sliding the index fingers of both her hands over the puffy outer labia of my daughter’s pretty pussy, caressing the tender flesh of Tammie’s inner thighs with her thumbs. Tammie spread her legs even wider, encouraging Judy to continue exploring her vulva, curiously peering down to closely observe what the older girl was doing to her. She giggled as Judy’s fingers slowly spread her plump labia open even wider to reveal her tiny, pink inner lips, which were beginning to glisten in the soft bedroom light. With a rising excitement, I could see the wetness that was starting to form within my little girl’s aroused young pussy, responding to the attention it was receiving from my experienced eighteen-year-old lover.

Just from watching Judy’s skilled, gentle fingering, I knew for certain that she had to have done this kind of thing before to an underage girl. I desperately longed to hear the intimate details of my girlfriend’s lesbian encounters with children. I also found myself wanting to meet her sister, even invite her to join the three of us in bed sometime soon. Naughty me, I thought.

(But I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Sly smile!)

Encouraged by the gasps of pleasure that were escaping Tammie’s open mouth, Judy slid the tip of her little finger gently between the young girl’s dewy lips and tentatively probed at the slick entrance to her pussy. Then it was my turn to gasp as I watched the tip of my girlfriend’s finger dip ever so slightly inside my sweet daughter’s tight, slippery tunnel.

Tammie exclaimed ‘Oooh!’ as she experienced the amazing feeling of something entering her tiny opening for the first time. Her hymen, however, resisted any further penetration, so Judy contented herself with gently rotating her fingertip just inside the entrance to Tammie’s vagina, eliciting another series of ooohs from my now even more excited daughter who leaned back a little on her elbows, eyes closed in what appeared to be ecstasy, trying to understand the new sensations that were rapidly beginning to throb through her young body.

My pussy was drooling again as my fingers unconsciously found themselves dipping inside, probing deeply and noisily as I watched the amazing scene now developing before my eyes.

Just then, Judy motioned toward me with her head, slyly licking her lips. It then dawned on me what she was suggesting. She wanted me to go down on my daughter, to repay Tammie for what she’d just done for me. So sure that I would comply, Judy nuzzled Tammie’s ear and whispered, “Lie down, sweetie,” gently easing my child onto her back as she spoke.

My little girl opened her eyes to see what was happening as Judy lifted Tammie’s ankles and pushed her knees back toward her chest, spreading my daughter’s legs wide, revealing her cute pussy and rosebud, motioning again for me to come closer.

Now understanding what was happening, Tammie giggled, then blurted, “Please kiss my pussy, Mommy. Lick it like I did yours. I want to know how it feels. Really, I do!”

How could any mom refuse such a request? She couldn’t! I couldn’t.

Heart racing, I knelt before Tammie.

Words can’t adequately describe what happened during the next five or so minutes, but it was as if time stood still for me as my tongue took over with a mind of its own, treating my daughter and myself to the most incredible experience of our lives. Long, slow, loving licks, punctuated by rapid flicks between her shiny wet inner labia, accompanied by tongue-tip-thrusts into her shallow vaginal opening; all repeated over and over again until, like a chorus reaching its crescendo, the ooohs, aahs, and gasps from my little girl culminated in a shriek of joy as she reached her first ever orgasm.

Tammie’s thighs were squeezing my face tightly, her young body motionless but pounding inside as ecstasy overwhelmed her. The taste of her pussy on my tongue and lips was exquisite — sweet, tangy, musky and creamy at the same time. I was hooked. I knew I would be back for more and more.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Tammie came down from her high, her thighs relaxing bit by bit as they loosened their grip on my head. Her glazed eyes blinked open, then she stared up at the ceiling, trying to understand what had just happened to her. Judy and I said nothing as we watched the expression on Tammie’s face progress from one of puzzlement, through wonderment, eventually bursting into a huge, wide smile as she looked at me, then at Judy, and then back at me again, pushing herself up onto her elbows as she tried to sit up. I extended my arms to Tammie, pulled her to me and hugged her tightly as Judy softly stroked the tangled curls of my child’s blonde hair.

“Oh, Mommy, Mommy. That was so… so wild! I never felt anything so good before. What happened?”

Releasing my hug, I gazed deep into my little girl’s eyes and smiled. “Now you know how good you made Mommy feel, sweetie. Isn’t it amazing? You just had your first ever orgasm.”

“Wowsie, Mommy. I wanna do it again, lots and lots,” she giggled.

“Don’t worry, Tammie, you will,” chimed in Judy. “You have a whole lifetime of orgasms to look forward to.”

“Can you show Laurie, too?” Tammie asked, an eager grin on her face. “Like next time she’s here? I want her to feel just how wild I felt.”

Judy laughed. “You can show her yourself, silly girl. You did it to your Mommy, so why not do it with her too?”

“Hmmm, yeah, I could, couldn’t I?” she mused. “But you should be here when I do, so I do it right. Just in case. Pulease? Both of you, I mean.”

Judy and I exchanged looks that said, Just what have we gotten ourselves into? But I felt my pussy beginning to tingle again at the thought of watching my daughter and her young friend experimenting in such a lovely way while we looked on and… yessss, possibly even joined in the fun. But that was something we’d need to play by ear, wouldn’t we? I found myself wondering what Laurie’s little pussy tasted like.

“Can I ask her to a sleepover then, Mommy? On Friday after school? We slept at her place last time so it’s her turn to come here, okay? Okay?” she begged excitedly. “Her mommy will let her, I know she will. Can you come, too, Judy? Please say yes, say yes!” she beseeched, bouncing on the bed, hands pressed together in prayer mode.

And so it was decided: Laurie would be invited to spend the night on Friday. A big smile on her face, my daughter finally reached down to pick up her teddy from the floor, gave us each a soft little goodnight kiss, and shuffled down the hallway toward her bedroom where I was sure she would fall into a deep, satisfying sleep. Her panties spent the night on the rug beside our bed.

As Judy and I snuggled under our cozy blankets I hit her with, “So, girlfriend, you’ve done this kind of thing before, haven’t you? You’ve been holding out on me,” I added, with a sly, but accusing smile. “Your sister, right?”

Then it all came out. Three years before, when Judy was fifteen and her sister, Nickie, was nine, Nickie had caught my girlfriend masturbating one evening when they were home alone. Judy was babysitting her younger sister while their parents were away for the weekend. Judy had no idea her little sister had been watching through the half open bedroom door as she played with herself. Having heard Judy’s passionate moans, Nickie had initially thought Judy was sick and had come to see what was wrong, but stopped short of entering when she saw what was really happening.

Embarrassed, Nickie’s first impulse was to flee, but overwhelmed by curiosity, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of her naked older sister, furiously rubbing herself between her legs. Then Judy came. And knowing my girlfriend as I did, I can just imagine how huge that explosion must have been.

Judy told me how embarrassed she was upon when she realized Nickie had been watching, especially when she found herself having to answer all kinds of questions that her sister threw at her. And before long, asking questions wasn’t enough for the girl.

To make a long story short, that evening ended with the two of them sleeping together, Nickie insisting that Judy had to show her everything. And she meant everything.

Judy reluctantly offered to teach her baby sister how to masturbate, suggesting that Nickie undress. The girl hesitantly slipped out of her pajamas, then stepped out of her panties. Judy was surprised to find herself getting aroused by the sight of a naked nine-year-old girl, even though it was her own little sister.

As she lay on her bed fingering her pussy for Nickie, Judy’s unexpected feelings for her sister only grew more powerful — especially when Nickie began to copy the older girl’s actions, running a finger along her moist inner lips.

Finally it was too much for Judy to stand. “Let me help you, Nicks,” she said, reaching out for her sister.

Nickie had her first orgasm that night, on her back with legs spread wide, big sister Judy licking her pussy, then gratefully returned the favor to Judy who had the most amazing orgasm of her life and was hooked for good on girls.

“No more boys for me,” she stated proudly, cupping my breast in the here and now. And after that first time with Nickie, Judy found herself especially attracted to younger girls, she admitted to me. “Not that I don’t like older ones, too!” she quickly added, kissing me firmly on the lips as if to emphasize her love.

From that day on, Judy never looked at young girls in the same way again, the desire for underage pussy firmly entrenched in her being.

“So, you’ve thought about my Tammie before then, have you?” I asked, curious now to hear the truth from her own lips.

“Well, she is so cute,” she admitted, a little defensively. “But I…”

I stopped her with, “Don’t deny it. You’ve had the hots for her ever since you first met me, haven’t you?” I accused.

Awkward silence.

Then I giggled. “It’s okay, girlfriend. After tonight, I understand a lot more about you — and about me, too. I discovered something about myself, and I like it a lot. But you’re going to have to repay me for having sex with my little girl — you know that, don’t you?”

She looked at me with mixed relief and curiosity. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Your sister. Think it’s about time I met her.” I winked.

“Oh, you devil!” she exclaimed, “You want to fuck my sister? She’s only just turned twelve.”

“Yeah,” I said. “And I want to watch her fuck Tammie, too. And while we’re making big plans, how about having Tammie’s little friend Laurie join us?” I added with a giggle.

“Oh my god,” Judy whispered in my ear. “You’re talking about a young girl orgy, you perv.”

“Mmmmm,” I replied. Was I ever.

And with that thought fixed in our minds, we both fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

Sprouting

By eloquent delinquent

Nicole’s legs feel so wobbly when she hops down from the stump that she almost blunders into the side panel of the RV, but she manages to stagger away, her heart in her throat.

As she rounds the vehicle, her mind is a jumble. Those hot demanding feelings are fading with each step she takes, but her thoughts are snarled. She doesn’t want Abbey all mixed up in the Scouts and their secrets (especially before me, she thinks, but quickly forces herself to forget that bit), she wants her little sister safe. Whatever that means; she’s not even sure what she’s thinking. Abbey must be too little for all that being undressed and touching and tickling. But then, Britt is only two years older than Abbey, and Penny and Joy are the same age as her, and they seem just fine with it.

She also knows that she’s supposed to trust the Scouts, her Tender and her troop, and respect the secrets they have to keep. And if she’s learned anything over the last two weeks, it’s that these soft, close moments are the key to all their secrets. The exposing of one Scout to another, not just in their heart, but for real, with their bodies, their most private places, is part of what makes this troop so special and so tightly bonded.

If she tells, it’s surely breaking that trust. Will it keep her from getting in? What will Mom do? How big a deal is this? Does Katie know?

Nicole crosses out from under the awning and starts searching the gathered families, sweat prickling all over her skin, her fingers cool and nervous. Everyone’s talking and eating and making jokes, not even knowing what’s going on only twenty feet from them. Nicole stalks down the edge of the crowd, eyeing each little knot of picnickers sharply, feeling kind of desperate. At the grill, Miss Kristanson notices and nudges Katie, who gives Nicole a concerned look. She glances away quickly, not wanting to meet the Tender’s eye, intent on finding her mother.

And then she sees Mom, or her familiar back and wavy brown hair anyway. She’s standing in a little group of her own, with slightly shorter, dark-haired Sophie and slight slim golden Maddy. And sheltering next to Mom’s hip is Abbey, in her peachy dress.

All of Nicole’s anxiety vanishes in a whoof. Abbey’s not in the RV, she’s not in trouble. She’s right here with Mom, making a goofball swoony face as she stares at Maddy. It’s a typical reaction.

Maddy is telling them, “…and so when I’m there it’s always go-go-go, and I come home and I’m so tired!” She smiles winningly from one mother to the other, and chuckles. “But I couldn’t miss this, I always feel best with my sprout scouts!”

Finding herself wanting to stop short, Nicole forces herself to approach them. Her concern over what’s happening in Katie’s RV is quickly fading now that Abbey’s not involved in it. Now it’s easy for her mind to dismiss it as “just Acorn stuff.” Maybe it’s just her wanting to. Seeing Mom and confronted with the reality of her choice, she finds that she’d rather keep the secrets, and trust the troop. Like a Scout, she thinks as she decides.

Seeing the girl Mom’s talking to, a new concern rises in her head. As much as she was shy about talking to Amber, it’s even more so when it comes to Maddy. The Seedling is something like a celebrity within the troop. She hasn’t been around much recently, Nicole doesn’t know her much except from a distance, but one look at her is enough to make the ten year old nervous.

Quite simply, Maddy is one of the prettiest girls Nicole has ever seen. Not just in the way that Lena has taught Nicole to see pretty, the beauty in the way a girl is true to herself, but really really pretty. With her streaming, slightly curly golden hair, her peaches and cream complexion, her little upturned nose, and blue eyes that are also turned up at the corners so it seems like she’s always smiling a little, she’s like a princess in a fairy story. When she talks she makes these expressive, curving gestures with her hands, like she’s a magician’s assistant presenting his next trick. Her voice is piping and melodious.

Maddy knows she’s pretty, too – she competes at contests to see who’s prettier. And she’s one of the girliest girls Nicole knows, putting great attention into her clothes, and hair, and even wearing makeup sometimes. Even today, she’s not planting anything. She’s wearing her formal green Scouting dress instead of her Explorer outfit, and there are green and aqua ribbons in her hair, lightly lifting into the warm breeze. She’s been helping the parents mostly, instead of getting her hands dirty.

And when she turns on the charm, she has, like, super powers. Mom and Sophie and Abbey are enthralled by her as she tells her story, with lots of smiles and meeting their eyes one by one. That’s why Nicole finds her so intimidating. It may not be fair, but when you’re as pretty as Maddy is, you’ve pretty much already won at being a girl.

So Nicole joins the group, Maddy notices her and turns full on to face her with this dazzling smile, dimples and all, and exclaims, “Nicole! You’re here! That’s so great! Does that mean they made you a Scout already?”

Nicole smiles back helplessly, “Naw, not yet, but I still get to help out.”

“Oh yeah? That’s neat! I’ve been up here a bunch of times, and it’s always so nice. We’re doing good for the Earth, too,” she declares. Then she looks modestly at each of them in turn with a little grin and adds, “That’s what my Mom says, anyway.”

They all chuckle politely. Nicole finds it hard to believe that Mrs Wheeler is her mother, the lean ranger with her sleeves rolled up, her strong chin, and her hair cut very close almost like a man. Nicole’s heard that Maddy’s very much a Daddy’s girl, and her dad is here right now, hovering a little ways off. Even though they’re both visiting other people, they glance over to one another every few minutes, checking in.

“Are you going to be back for a while?” Sophie asks.

“Oh gosh, no. We have to go Santa Cruz at the end of next week, and then we go to Palo Alto, Santa Barbara, Huntington Beach, then to Reno and then back to San Francisco again. It’s like the busiest time in the pageant calendar, I won’t be back for nearly a month!” she finishes with a little exasperated breath, to show how trying her schedule is.

“Well why don’t we all have some lunch?” Mom says obligingly, guiding them to a table, “and enjoy the time we do have.”

“Thanks, Ms Embry.”

“Call me Hope, honey.”

Sophie and Maddy both give Mom appreciative smiles at the same time. Nicole finds it surprising, and a little weird. When did this happen?

She just goes along with them, letting herself be caught up. When she spares a look back at the RV, she sees Britt and the Acorns come tumbling out, skipping and goofing around and nearly shining with happiness. Everything’s just dandy there! She’s glad now she didn’t say anything.

Mom serves up for all of them onto paper plates. Their little group moves to the shade and finds some folding sling chairs, sits down, and digs in. Nicole feels like a big old slob when she sees how daintily Maddy eats, but they’re both chowing down on the same stuff, chicken and macaroni salad and cornbread. Maddy makes eating a mustard-slathered hot dog look graceful. In between bites she relates how pageants work, and how she is only middling-good compared to some of the other girls.

“If you win, do you get a crown?” Abbey asks.

“I’ve never won. But I got third place once, and then they gave me a little one, and flowers.”

Abbey seems very pleased to hear that. She seems to be thinking she might like a crown, too.

Nicole marvels at how different Maddy’s life is – traveling, competing, always being poised. It sounds glamorous, but Maddy confides ruefully that there’s an awful lot of sitting around, waiting. “I’ve spent so much time with Ninetales and Blastoise on my DS, it’s like they’re real pets,” she tells them. Only the girls laugh – the grownups just look confused.

Out of the blue, Abbey asks, “Can I see your phone?”

Maddy graciously offers it up from her skirt pocket. It’s the latest smart phone, way fancier than the one Mom has. Golden hair sweeping gently against Abbey’s shoulder, she leans over and spends a minute fiddling with it, showing her little sister how it works, asking what she wants to see.

While they conspire, Sophie says, “When it comes to new people, Maddy’s kind of our goodwill ambassador.”

Mom lets out this breathy laugh, almost like a giggle, “I can see why.”

“I’m only sorry she hasn’t been around more. She can make the introduction of new Scouts and their mothers much, uh…” she grins as she looks for the right word, “smoother.”

“Lena’s great,” Nicole interjects. “I’m happy she was the one who showed me around.”

Sophie smiles really big, “I’m so glad you two get along so well. I know she thinks you’re awesome!”

Nicole finds herself matching Sophie’s big gushy smile with her own.

After that, Abbey’s engrossed in an app game and Maddy returns to the conversation, instantly becoming the center of attention again. Nicole can’t figure out if what she’s saying is really so interesting, or if she just can’t look away, can’t stop wanting to hear the lilting melody of her voice. That’s when she sees Amber standing off to the side of the crowd over by the road, waving someone over. It takes Nicole a second to realize that it’s her.

She sits up with a start, “Uh, I think Amber wants me for something.”

Mom tears her focus away from the golden haired 11 year old long enough to turn in her chair and look over to Amber. “All right. Could you take these to the trash on your way?” she asks, gathering up their paper plates.

“It’s recycling, Mom.”

“Yeah, that then.”

“Sure.”

She crosses the crowd, and is momentarily amazed by how many people she recognizes. Two weeks ago she didn’t know anybody. Then she’s looking to Amber, at her physically confident stance, at the slow, California-girl smile that opens on her tanned face as Nicole approaches.

“What’s going on, Amber?”

“Well, the trucks still aren’t back, and I’m gonna have to go to my game soon, but there’s something I wanted you to see. Can you come with me?”

“I think so, but I gotta check with my Mom.”

Amber nods. “Let me get rid of those plates.”

“Thanks,” she says, handing them over and turning. “Be right back.”

At this point, only Abbey is still sitting, engrossed in Maddy’s phone. The other three are standing close together a little bit away. Maddy is kind of holding Mom’s hand. She seems to be looking at the fire opal ring Mom wears on her right hand, which seems like exactly the sort of thing that would interest her. But at the same time she’s lightly touching Mom’s fingers with her own. Mom looks a little fidgety, and gazes at the top of Maddy’s head. They’re talking quietly, and Sophie stands to the side, watching their expressions closely.

When she gets within earshot, she hears Maddy saying, “… that’s just how the judges get sometimes, but it still creeps me out. But it’s not like that here. It’s like I know we all feel the same way, I never have to worry.’

“So you can just enjoy yourself,” Lena’s mom adds helpfully.

“Yeah, exactly! And I love it. So, why would I ever say no?”

Maddy looks up from Mom’s hand with a little bashful grin, vivid blue eyes tender beneath their heavy soft lashes. Nicole’s not even the target of this look, and she still feels a rush of affection for the girl. Mom’s face looks serious, thoughtful. Her mouth moves a little, but just when Nicole thinks she’s about to say something, she just shrugs indecisively. It’s a very un-Mom-like gesture.

“It’s all right, we’ll see,” Maddy says reassuringly, squeezing Mom’s hand. “You just let us know, and we’ll see.”

Mom nods, looking just as unsettled, but still doesn’t say anything. Sophie smiles and touches Mom’s shoulder and she’s nodding, too. The feeling between the three of them is heavy and grownup, and Nicole wonders if Maddy has learned the art of adult conversation on top of everything else. It feels like a weird moment, like she’s intruding.

She just forges ahead. “Amber has to go in a little and wants to show me something. Can I go?”

Without breaking eye contact with Maddy, Mom answers, “Um, yeah, of course honey. Just don’t be too long, okay? They’ll be back with more trees soon.”

Unable to catch her mother’s eye, Nicole just settles for saying, “Okay,” and gets out of there.

When she rejoins Amber, they set out on the dirt road, headed further uphill. Her new sporty friend is almost bouncing, she seems so excited as they go around a bend from the camp.

“What are you gonna show me?”

Amber holds her arms out wide. “You’re totally seeing it already!”

Nicole laughs, but she’s content to let that stand for a bit, because everything’s so lovely. Early afternoon sun makes the colors blaze off the luxurious dark evergreens and the small pale heads of wildflowers. Grasshoppers ratchet loudly in the tall grass to either side of the road, which grows less and less tended as they go on, their feet crunching on little rocks. And the warm breeze brings hints of all these wonderful scents – it’s like she can smell everything she can see!

So she’s fine with Amber keeping her little secret as they wander along, letting her lead, watching her budding form wrapped so nicely in her baseball outfit, the way her sun-kissed hair bounces as she walks. The dirt road forks and forks again, but she seems to know exactly where she’s headed, not hesitating a moment.

They pass a foresty area and a more level, grassy place that looks like a meadow. Sometimes, there’s heaps of great big boulders clustered together, half buried. And then there’s a hillside that’s stubbled with old stumps, with wild riots of weeds and brush coming up, and tangled piles of old gray branches that look like jumbled dinosaur skeletons.

As they go by there, Amber finally speaks. “A long time ago, they logged most of this out. They thought it’d just grow back, but it’s too steep or whatever, and the rain washes everything away before it can. That’s why we started planting.”

Nicole nods as they come around the denuded rise. Then, Nicole sees something that looks like a Christmas tree lot. A bunch of cute little pine trees, all in the same shape, most no bigger than her, all on a gentle slope right next to the stumps. Squealing delightedly, she dashes past Amber to duck down a narrow lane between two rows of the Christmas trees.

“Ooo! This is so neat, Amber! What is it?”

Amber smiles mildly, following Nicole’s darting with her eyes. “This is where we planted two years ago.”

Nicole trips to a stop, hearing this. “Two years? This is what happens?” She holds her hand at hip level, “Those little guys? Our little sprouts? They turn into… Christmas trees?!” She laughs again. This is the coolest thing ever.

Amber chuckles, too, nodding. “Yep, this is what happens… at first.” She plunges down another furrow between ranks of tiny evergreens, heads straight through the field. “Come on.”

On the other side, they come out to another road, this one with little weeds growing up between two ruts. She turns left, and as they go on she says, “The troop’s been doing this a long time. This is the road they used before the one they’re on now.”

Amber waves her arm at a lot to their right. “So, that one’s eight years old, almost as old as us.” Nicole notices how different it is. The trees are twice as tall as the girls, and have lost their cute, Christmas tree shape, going more scraggly and wild. “And the rest are all older than this.”

Each lot is marked by its own fork in the road, although as they go along these little spurs get more and more overgrown. So do the lots. Amber doesn’t narrate anymore, just lets the trees tell their own story. They grow larger and less evenly. Sometimes some deciduous trees have grown in among them, competing for the light. A few have already fallen over. For Nicole, this is the first time she’s really thought about how wild and powerful nature is, that it’s all these amazing forces constantly flowing together, changing everything. The walk’s all uphill, and it’s warm working on hot, but she wouldn’t miss what Amber’s showing her for anything.

Finally, Amber stops and wanders off into the woods to the edge of the grassy lane that used to be a road. Nicole picks her way in after her, pushing aside fragile looking bushes with dangling berries, stepping around pine saplings that look skinny because they grow in the shade of the forest. She hears a woodpecker, not too far off.

When she catches up to Amber, the girl is pointing to the ground at her feet. There’s a grayed, broken shard of tree lying there, and it takes Nicole a minute to realize that what she’s looking at is a sign, one that fell over a long time ago.

“Go ahead,” Amber says, a little proudly, “Check it out.”

Nicole kneels down and brushes off a few leaves. Some moss and some gray furry stuff (Lichen? Is that lichen?) have filled in bits of the carving, but by picking it up and turning it into the light, she’s able to read it.

The sign says, GES Troop 207 August 1992.

Astonished, she looks up to Amber, gaping. The forest they’re standing in was a cluster of seedlings planted by Scouts before she was even born.

“You know Cassidy’s and Joy’s mom?” Amber asks.

“Cheryl, yeah.”

“She helped plant this spot when she was a Scout.”

“Wow,” is all Nicole can manage, and for the next couple minutes they don’t say anything, just exploring this space that’s so natural and yet something that’s been created, by girls just like them. Amber seems very mellow and pleased, but what Nicole’s feeling is closer to awestruck. She looks up at the canopy of branches, so high above their heads, nodding a little in the warm breeze, making a rushing, lightly clattering sound.

“This is so amazing, Amber. I mean, my gosh.”

The girl holds out her arms again, like she did when they first took to the road, smiling broadly when she says, “It’s like, when I see this, I get the same feeling I do sometimes when I’m surfing or whatever. It’s like what my brothers told me when I started to play like them. When you first start out, it seems like you’ve got all these doubts or it’s not nearly good enough or whatever. But if you trust yourself, if you can just keep caring and keep with it, all it takes is time. You can do anything if you care enough and keep trying. Because, like, look at this…”

Nicole approaches her, Amber’s happy expression stays as she gets closer. Feeling a big swell of gratitude, Nicole just closes in and wraps her arms around Amber, squeezing her with cheerful affection. The feel of Amber’s body, her firm strength and the softness of her new curvy places, thrills her, so she stays pressed close. Amber chuckles, but hugs back. Nicole’s not sure she likes the laughing, so she kisses Amber on her smooth tan cheek, just to make her point.

Amber quits chuckling and squeezes back just as tightly. Then they part.

“Wow,” Amber says, her eyes narrow and a little sleepy.

“What?”

“I don’t normally get hugs. Not like that.”

“Is that okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Amber responds, with that slow, mellow smile. “It’s so cool.”

They traipse around the woods for a bit, just laughing and looking around, looking at each other. Then Amber decides it’s time to head back. Nicole makes her promise they’ll come back sometime, and then they go. They retrace their route, and she sees the process in reverse. It’s so amazing to think the Scouts did all this.

On the way back, she and Amber sneak little glances at each other, and when they both do it at the same time, they catch each other and smile. They don’t talk much but that’s okay. The path Amber follows is downhill, which is nice because they’re both a little warm from the walking and now they try to stay to the edge of the road where there’s some shade. After all the weirdness and turmoil of her day, Nicole’s grateful for the quiet to clear her head. Amber seems to sense that and let it be.

As they come around the bend that leads back to the Christmas trees, she spots someone coming up the road toward them. It doesn’t take a second for Nicole to recognize that it’s Lori, with her long slender legs, brown hair and rosy skin. The two girls stop short, hoping she’ll go some other direction but of course she doesn’t. A slow, kind of wicked grin crosses Lori’s delicate face as she keeps approaching.

“Well well well,” she calls out from a distance, “What’ve you two been up to, all alone out here?”

“Nothing you’d care about,” Amber fires back.

This is sharp enough to make Lori stop, still a few yards downhill. She takes a second, then shrugs. “I don’t know about that, I can be very caring.”

“Give it a rest, Lori.”

“I’m not here for you, anyway,” she says, focusing her attention on Nicole. “We never finished our conversation.”

Maybe it’s because she’s up higher, or further away, or just not on her knees in front of her, but Nicole doesn’t feel as flustered this time. “It felt like we did.”

“Oh, no. I still wanna know if you want that swimming lesson.”

“I – I think I’ll stick with Hanna at the pool, thanks.”

Lori puts her hands on her hips. “Pssh, Hanna. Hanna’s being a pill today, and Amber here is headed off to the big game in a few minutes. We’re both gonna need partners, and I think you should be mine.”

There’s enough truth to this that Nicole’s thrown off-balance a little. “Um, I dunno.”

“Well I do. You’ll have to listen to me. You’re not even a Scout yet. And if you wanna be one, you have to show that you can follow directions.”

Lori has her all confused again. It’s like what Katie said, only wrong somehow.

But then she sees something.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Lori presses. “Are you gonna be my little partner today?”

Nicole breathes easy. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because of Robin.”

“Oh, is she your hero? She doesn’t make the rules, just ’cause she’s the oldest. What do I care about Robin?”

Amber barely stifles a laugh when she answers, “Because she’s right behind you.”

Lori rolls her eyes doubtfully, tosses a scant glance over her shoulder. When she sees Robin stalking up the road from the little tree lot, she freezes and her whole posture changes.

“Oh shit,” Lori mutters. Collecting herself quickly, she hollers, “Jesus, Robin! Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Nope,” Robin says, and keeps coming.

“Is this how you get off, following me around?”

Now Lori’s in the middle, about the same distance from Robin as she is from the two girls. Robin stops. “I follow you around for the same reason I follow a puppy around. To make sure she doesn’t stick her nose into everything she sees.”

Amber snorts.

Robin says, “Get over here.”

Lori stiffens and says, “No.”

“What?”

“I said no. I’ll do what I want.”

Even from this far away, Nicole can see Robin’s eyes blaze. She can only imagine what it must be like from as close as where Lori’s standing.

So she doesn’t blame her when the 13 year old breaks into a run, dashing down the fork in the road heading off downhill to her right, disappearing behind a screen of taller, slightly rangier Christmas trees. After only a second of consternation, Robin sets off in pursuit.

Amber and Nicole find themselves alone on the road after all this action. Nicole just feels relieved, but when she looks over at her athletic friend, her eyes are gleaming and her body almost seems to be humming. She’s looking off into the tangle of bushes and boulders off the road next to them.

“What?” Nicole asks.

Amber makes this gushing expression. “Ooo, Lori’s so screwed!” She finishes scanning the roadside and seems to make up her mind. “C’mon, let’s go see!”

Nicole finds herself picking up on Amber’s excitement. What happens when a Scout gets in trouble? She’s never even thought about it – all the girls are normally really sweet. And even though she likes to think of herself being a nice girl, she kinda wants to see Lori get punished for being so mean to her.

So when Amber crashes through the bushes on the roadside, Nicole scrambles to follow. It seems like Amber’s already picked out a route, darting between thick shrubs and jumping over a little log before working her way downhill on the boulders. She’s so confident she makes it look easy, but as Nicole tries to keep up, it’s really kind of hard. Afraid of losing her footing, she’s careful to step just where Amber did, but the dark pitted rocks are like velcro and her feet land firmly every time.

Suddenly Amber hops down from the rocks and crouches among all these bushes, peering down. When Nicole hops off too, Amber motions her to duck. Nicole mostly crawls down to this small clearing behind a big silver log where Amber has stopped. The sporty girl has a perky sheen of sweat, but Nicole’s having a hard time catching her breath – she feels so out of shape.

When she recovers, Amber’s pointing emphatically to the other side of the log. She leans up against it and very carefully peeks over the top.

It takes her a moment to orient her view and see Lori, downslope a ways and to their right, crossing below them from the ragged little grove of Scout-planted firs. She’s still trying to run, but she’s obviously winded and dragging her feet. She plods to a walk and looks back anxiously.

When Robin jogs into view, looking fresh and barely sweating, Lori stops, leans one hand on a knee and waves her arm at her pursuer.

“Okay, okay, enough, you win,” Lori pants. “Just… just… hold on a minute.”

Surprisingly, Robin does, leaving a few steps between them, when she demands, “Why are you chasing those two? Why aren’t you with Hanna?”

“Oh please. Hanna? She won’t leave the kiddie pool. I love her to death, but it’s so boring.”

“And you think some noob who hasn’t even joined is going to be better?”

“Well, you know… it’s like, thinking of breaking her in, teaching her right. You know how that is, don’t you?”

“God, now it’s just like you’re trying to piss me off,” Robin says, taking a menacing step closer.

Lori retreats a step. “Come on, come on. You remember, I know you do.”

Robin continues advancing, Lori keeps stepping away, but the distance between them is closing. Plus, the younger girl is backing toward a huge pine tree at the edge of the road. Her eyes are on Robin, she doesn’t see it.

Crouching low, Amber starts downslope a little further as the other two start to move out of sight. Nicole follows, nearly crawling, trying so hard to stay quiet, trying so hard to keep looking.

“It was different then,” Robin’s saying, “Everybody was ready, we were all Scouts. But you can’t pick on her. She hasn’t taken the oath, she’s never done an affirmation, she doesn’t know anything.”

“Maybe not,” Lori counters, “But have you, like, seen her face? She’s so curious, she’s up for anything. She’d love it.”

“Maybe she will… when she’s a Scout. Are you thinking at all? What if you scare her off?”

Lori pouts a little at that thought, then shrugs it off.

Robin persists. “What if you scare her off and she tells? What then?”

This brings Lori up short, allowing Robin to get close. Now Nicole can see they’re almost the same height, Lori’s just so slender by comparison. They’re standing within arm’s reach, searching each other’s faces when Lori says, “Okay, Robin, I get it, I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m just so…”

Lori waves her hands fruitlessly for a second, then suddenly she starts unbuttoning her Explorer blouse, shifting her hips as she hastily untucks it.

Nicole and Amber have crept to a spot only about twenty feet away and ten above. They can see the other two through a bough of that giant pine and a screen of little saplings whose leaves seem to twirl in the light warm breeze. Nicole knows she’s been spying a lot recently, and knows it’s bad. But she comforts herself thinking about how in every book of the Babysitter Mysteries, Emma and Hailey end up spying on the suspect and solving the mystery. So if it helps, maybe spying’s not so bad.

And then Lori shucks the khaki blouse down off her shoulders and Nicole can clearly see her small, high-riding, but totally for real teenage boobies, and it’s like all her thinking just shuts down. As the 13 year old works her way out of the sleeves Nicole drinks in her slender torso and cute flat tummy, but she keeps being drawn back to Lori’s breasts. They’re so pretty and alluring and her nipples are all puffy and even pinker than her skin.

Sparing a glance to Lori’s face reveals she’s locked her gaze on Robin, looking like she’s about to ask for a really big favor.

“Jesus, Lori,” Robin says, but Nicole thinks she hears a little fondness in that exasperation, her full lips fighting back a grin, “what am I going to do with you?”

Lori tosses her blouse onto the carpet of pine needles. “Come on, Robin. I remember when you were thirteen, you wanted me to be this way all the time.”

They’re both under the shade cast by the big tree now. Dappled light washes overs Lori’s sleek bare shoulders and back.

This time, it’s the younger girl who takes a step closer, saying, almost sadly, “You used to stare at me. What’s wrong? Am I too old for you now?”

She’s standing so close it’s very simple for Robin to reach out and close her hands around Lori’s waist. Lori sighs with what sounds like relief.

“You look even better now,” Robin admits, openly admiring Lori’s body. She runs her hands gently up and down the younger girl’s sides.

From her hiding spot, Nicole shivers, imagining how that would feel.

Robin’s touch roams a little more freely, over Lori’s lean back, around and up her tummy, until she’s lightly caressing the girl’s soft pretty boobies, all the while wearing a bemused grin. Lori watches Robin’s hands as they stroke her, her delicate eyebrows expressively arching, giggling a little breathlessly, but for the first time today looking like she’s actually happy.

Nicole glances over at Amber. She’s sitting on her haunches, elbows on knees, watching below with real concentration. She doesn’t notice Nicole peeking over.

Smoothing her hands down Lori’s flanks again, Robin’s fingertips toy with the waistband of the girl’s shorts, slowly reaching the front fastener. Lori looks down at what’s happening, then up into Robin’s face with big, questioning eyes.

With a smile that makes her strong cheekbones even stronger, Robin tells her, “Let’s get these off, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

Lori nods dumbly and Robin deftly unbuttons and unzips Lori’s shorts. They drop off her narrow hips and land with a flump around her boots and the hidden girls can see her naked body, long and slim and straight. Her bottom rides high and small and perky, just like her little titties, and there’s a vee of downy brown hair on her mound. A sheen of perspiration makes her whole body gleam. Robin holds her hand while Lori gracelessly wiggles the shorts off over her boots, and then she’s standing there in nothing else.

Next to Nicole, Amber makes this long sigh.

Lori’s looking at Robin with a a cheeky, playful smile. She reaches out to the buttons of Robin’s blouse, but Robin intercepts Lori’s hands with her own and, holding them gently away from her body, shakes her head. Lori gives her a confused, lopsided expression but doesn’t protest, especially when Robin starts moving her arms rhythmically, then her body. Lori picks up Robin’s slow rhythm and then they’re dancing, the naked teen and the fully clothed one. Robin gently leads her backward, their bodies swaying, toward the bole of the pine behind Lori.

It’s so cute and romantic and amazing that Nicole makes a little mew to see it. She covers her hand with her mouth, glances over at Amber to see if she’s been too loud. If she is, Amber hasn’t noticed. Her attention is riveted to the teens dancing below. She’s breathing deeply now, and she’s started to squeeze her chest, her own budding boobies, through her baseball jersey. Nicole can’t tell if Amber is aware that she’s doing either of these things – she’s totally caught up. But the tingling, jittery feeling Nicole feels racing through her body only gets stronger, knowing what her friend’s doing right next to her.

Down below, Robin’s teased Lori’s arms up over her head as they move. Lori tips her head back, eyes closed, a big happy grin across her wide mouth, so proud to be showing herself to her older friend. When Robin tugs, tenderly leading, Lori turns slowly around, showing her backside, showing her everything. Her boots, the only thing she’s still wearing, send up little puffs of dust as she does her turn.

Then when Lori’s back is turned, with a decisive speed Robin moves, grabbing Lori’s hair at the clip at the base of her neck with one hand, and seizing one of the girl’s bare hips with the other. A sudden jerk bends Lori deeply at the waist. She’s forced to reach out and grab the rough bark of the tree trunk in front of her to keep from falling forward.

Just as a small whimper escapes from the 13 year old, Robin releases her hip, raises her hand, and brings it down with an open-handed smack across the girl’s pale, raised rump.

Lori squeals, writhes, trying to get loose. Robin just grips her hair harder, forces her head further down,and spanks her again.

“Ow! Stop, quit it!”

“I told you I’d give you what you need,” Robin says in a low voice. “And for being such a brat, this is just what you need.” Her hand falls, slightly cupped, and claps against the firm peachy curve of Lori’s butt, again and again.

Lori continues to cry out, but there’s no words, just yelps and wails and whines. She keeps writhing, but can never quite escape Robin’s punishment, pinned and off-balance, her hair pulled tightly back in the older girl’s fist, helpless. Her tender little ass goes darker and darker pink as the spanking continues. She strains in an effort to look back at Robin, mouth open, eyes rolling.

From behind the cover of the leaves, Nicole watches all this with stunned wide eyes. Her hand stays over her mouth, but now it’s more to hide the shock than to keep quiet. It’s nothing like she’s ever seen before, it’s so crazy. It’s kind of scary to see Robin do that, to see Lori all naked and helpless and getting swatted. But part of Nicole enjoys seeing the mean girl stripped and punished, getting what she deserves. These thoughts whipsaw through her mind, but no matter which one’s louder in her head, she can’t deny the hot feelings throbbing all through her, centered on the melty, swollen place between her legs. She may be shocked, and confused, but she’s also aching with arousal.

What’s happening is so terribly naughty, and she’s being naughty just by watching it.

Her cheeks feel hot. She doesn’t dare look at Amber now. She’d be so embarrassed. Everything seems so vivid now, like earlier, only more. The colors are sharper, she hears every little sound, in nature and from below, and all the wild odors of forest and earth waft to her.

Robin suddenly relents, and the spanking ends. Her punishing hand now tenderly caresses the glowingly pink butt she created, soothing and teasing, fingertips tracing into the crack between the cheeks, between her legs, but only barely. At first, Lori lets out some quiet sobs, sorrowful and hurt. But as she feels Robin’s light touch in her delicate places, those sad noises get a little confused as sighs and groans get mixed in with her tearfulness.

“You know why I did that, don’t you?” Robin asks, so quiet Nicole can barely hear.

“Yes,” Lori replies, her voice still a little cracked. Tears streak her face as she looks over her shoulder up to Robin.

Still admiring Lori’s bottom, still lightly stroking, she asks, “You’re going to remember the rules from now on, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yeah I promise.”

Now, Robin is willing to look the girl in the eye, and it’s with a wry grin. “I do remember, you know. I remember enough to know you didn’t mind that as much as you acted.”

Lori gushes back, her expression doing the confessing for her.

Robin moves so that her pelvis is just behind Lori’s butt, then tugs her hair, pulling the 13 year old upright but still totally in control. The naked girl looks so slight compared to clothed Robin. Their bodies are almost touching. Lori’s eyes are closed, her face anxious.

Leaning against the side of Lori’s neck, Robin murmurs, “Maybe there’s something else you need.”

A tentative smile breaks for a second across Lori’s face.

Nicole lowers her hand from her mouth. She’s breathing so hard now she can’t have it there. Her whole body trembles, with guilt a little, and nervousness a lot, but with excitement most of all.

“Put your hands up again,” Robin suggests.

Her eyes stay closed, the smile flutters, as Lori lifts her arms, linking her hands over her head. One hand gliding up her bare back, the other releasing the girl’s long brown hair, Robin reaches up and takes them. All at once, it’s as though they’re in the dance again, picking up right where they left off. Except now Lori’s butt is an angry red, and fresh sweat shimmers down her body.

The hidden girls watch the two teens sway together for a moment, their bodies pressed together, then Robin slowly spins Lori to face her again. Their eyes meet, and there’s some kind of look that they share that’s not quite smiling but so intense and full of joy it gives Nicole’s puss a happy little spasm just to see it.

Then Robin leaves only one hand holding Lori’s hands overhead, while her other skims over her slippery skin to her waist, to the small of her back. And graceful as a gentleman in an old-time movie, Robin dips the younger girl, bending her until Lori’s head and shoulders rest against the tree trunk. She’s left off-balance again, arching her body, but she doesn’t seem to care.

Especially when Robin’s hand slips out from behind Lori’s back and begins stroking her tummy, her ribs, her armpits. Lori wiggles and breathlessly giggles, and when she does Nicole can see the muscles in her slim tummy go taut. Robin begins to pet Lori’s breasts, lightly, teasing, and Lori licks her lips, alternating between watching what Robin’s hands are doing, and gazing at the pleased grin on the older girl’s face as she studies the body she’s touching.

Seeing her squeeze Lori’s puffy nipples, Nicole can’t help but wonder how they feel to touch, how it feels to be touched that way. Her hand wanders to her Explorer top, presses into the soft fleshy pad on her chest, feeling her own hard nipple on her palm through the fabric. It’s so stiff it feels like it’s humming.

Now Robin’s hand trails lazily down Lori’s cute tummy, fingertips tickling in her navel, before wandering further down. Lori gasps, lifts her hips a little. Nicole can see just a hint of Lori’s pink muff as she opens her shivery legs, and by the time Robin’s fingers dawdle through the soft brown hairs just above it, Nicole’s mind goes crazy with anticipation, oh my god oh my god she’s gonna touch it she’s gonna let her touch it –

And then Robin does, just a light stroke down the tender cleft and back up again, fingertip resting right at the top where Lori’s shy pussy lips meet. The 13 year old lets out a happy whimpering noise. She holds Robin’s gaze intensely with her own, her expression practically begging.

Fingers slipping back down and covering Lori’s muff, Robin begins to rub her there, and Nicole can tell immediately by the look on Lori’s face, the way her hips move, the way she goes “mmf” and “ahh” that it feels just like it does for her when she squeezes herself. Nicole’s whole body is inflamed in sympathy to the girl’s pleasure, sweat has broken out all over, she’s chewing her lower lip as her breath gusts from her nose. The hand on her blouse is now roaming generally all over her chest and belly, but as nice as it feels it’s only making her hotter.

Then she hears Amber shift next to her, realizes she almost forgot she was there, and hears her say in that low, boyish voice Nicole’s come to like so much, “Oh damn, sex is so rad.”

Startled, feeling caught out, Nicole turns in Amber’s direction, and what she sees is as surprising and stimulating as what’s going on below. Amber’s pushed her tight baseball pants halfway down her firm thighs, and the gusset’s stretched tight between her open knees. From the side, the curve of her strong bottom is even more enticing than Nicole expected. Amber’s tan lines, just below and above her hip, are stark. Without the sun, the sporty girl’s skin is peachy pale. And those hips, that bottom, are rolling in steady motion, because Amber’s got one arm down between her legs. And from the way her arm’s moving, her hand’s moving quickly over her own puss, playing with herself.

She can hear this squishy sound coming from down there, and the sighing breeze brings this new tangy, musky scent to Nicole’s nose. She knows she’s smelling in between Amber’s legs, almost as if she’d put her nose there. The thought sends a huge shudder through her, and she makes a little groan from it.

Amber blinks and looks over at the sound, at her. It seems like maybe she forgot Nicole was there, too. Her arm slows but doesn’t quite stop, but that dreamy expression on her tawny face gets concerned as she looks Nicole over. Nicole imagines she must look totally clueless, because that’s how she feels.

But Amber just gives her this slow, cajoling grin. “You do it too, right?”

She doesn’t think she nods, but she must, because Amber’s sly grin turns into a smile, “Go ahead then,” she whispers conspiratorially. “It’s so hot.” Her own arm starts to pick up the pace as she looks down at the teens again.

Nicole shrugs into herself, so bashful. But when she returns to looking under the tree too, it’s suddenly like she can’t help herself. Robin’s rubbing Lori fast between her legs now, and Lori’s face is nearly as hot pink as her butt was just a few minutes ago. She’s gasping and whining and straining, but her eyes are locked on Robin, and that pleading look hasn’t left them, however flush she might be.

Nicole feels her hand stray up the smooth sun-warmed skin of her thigh, creeping into the cuff of her Explorer shorts. It’s like her puss is crying out to be touched, and the 10 year old awkwardly rucks up the leg of her shorts to obey.

That first touch of her finger to her damp delicate pussy lips is so blissful she nearly tips over. She looks at the teens, and feels the hot softness under her fingers, and starts to squeeze herself. Her muff is slick and slippery, each pressing sends a huge rush of pure pleasure into her, soothes the ache and makes her so, so happy.

Down below, Lori’s eyes pinch shut, her mouth wide open almost like she’s in pain. But Nicole knows now, she knows that look is the opposite of pain, that Lori feels so good that she’s getting into that dizzy, scary place where it seems there’s a peak that you might fall off. Lori squirms, still bent back with her hands overhead.

Then she suddenly stiffens, her breath is short, trapped gasps, she seems to quiver, rigid.

Robin soothingly goes, “Mmm-hmm…”

And then Lori flexes and cries out in pleasure, in urgency, in relief. Her hips buck, her tummy is shuddering and rolling. Her rosy skin is blushing bright from her hairline all the way to the tops of her adorable little boobies.

Nicole’s squeezing herself tightly watching all this, feeling her puss practically gush between her fingers, getting a bit of that floating, building sensation she knows Lori felt. But even through this ecstatic haze, she know she’s seen something important. There is an edge, and you can go over, and going over might feel even better than climbing up.

Robin chuckles indulgently, still gently caressing Lori between her legs. The 13 year old’s eyes open and look to the girl tending to her, a sweaty, grateful smile blooming on her face.

Lori squirms, suddenly ticklish, and tries to wiggle free of Robin’s touch. She laughs a little childishly as her shapely eyebrows appeal for mercy.

But instead Robin gives a forceful shove against Lori’s wrists, pinning them to the bark overhead. Her other hand cups, presses, and goes right back to rubbing, even harder and faster than before.

Lori arches her back, all the muscles on her slender naked body tightening.

“Nuh!” she grunts, “No wait, wait waitwait ooooooohhhh god, god, aaaaahhhh…” and she trails off into a voiceless wail as the intensity of the feeling overwhelms her. Her face screws up into an agony of pleasure, an endless cry of sheer irresistible joy.

Next to her, Amber is reaching some kind of climax, too. Nicole risks a glance. It’s so intense, seeing a friend doing that to herself, pretty and exciting and embarrassing all at once. Amber’s hips are kind of jerking, and she makes these happy-kitty noises, halfway between a purr and a growl, getting more and more frequent.

Nicole squeezes her slick little muff, gratifying the urge that watching Amber brings. It seems so natural, she just has to let her body do it. Amber trembles and bends forward, one hand on the ground to support her as she humps her hips jerkily against the other, her breath chuffing out with more little growls. And Nicole keeps touching herself, feeling closer to Amber because they’re doing it together, even though that big over-the-cliff feeling still eludes her.

As Amber recovers, Nicole flips her copper brown hair out of her face and looks back down at the intense play of the teens. Lori is quivering terribly, she looks like she might cry. But her hips belie the suffering she seems to be feeling, rising up higher to push into Robin’s furious rubbing, thrusting back against her exquisite attention.

Nicole sees Lori start to climb into that dizzying bliss again, even more sharply this time. As she watches that climb she tries to rub her puss the way Robin is doing to Lori, quickly up and down with as much pressure as the squeezing she does. The moment she starts she feels an eruption of ecstasy billow up in her tummy. Her legs quake and she gulps for breath. Her pussy loves it, this speed, this crazy electrical sensation, but after only a few seconds she can tell that she’ll scream if she goes for even a little bit longer. It’s just too much, too much.

It’s too much for Lori, too. With a piping squeal, her body convulses, hips bucking sharply into the air, into Robin’s hand, over and over. Lori tosses her head, brown hair tumbling over her pink shoulders, just going, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Soon those thrusts lose their rhythm, become wobbly-legged trembling, and if Robin wasn’t cupping her between the legs, Lori would probably just collapse.

With a shift and a heave, Robin lifts Lori back upright. But the naked girl simply pitches forward into Robin, flinging her arms around her neck and clinging to her, wrapping one slender leg around Robin’s hip. Nicole can see her back rise with each gasping breath, can see the shudders run all through her slender nude body. She doesn’t know why, but it’s so beautiful, seeing her like that. She gives herself a few more squeezes. Her fingers are soaked; it’s never been like this.

Beside her, Amber is trying to stay low and quiet and hike up her baseball pants all at the same time. It isn’t going so well. Dust rises, and if the teens below weren’t so distracted, Nicole is sure they’d get caught. She reluctantly draws her fingers out from the leg of her shorts, even though her puss is more excited and frustrated than ever.

Amber crawls over to Nicole with a chagrined smile on her red face that almost hides the naughty pride she’s feeling. She wordlessly indicates they should skedaddle back up the boulders.

Before she turns to go, Nicole casts one last look down at the teens who have unwittingly shown her so much. Lori draws back, looks affectionately into Robin’s brown eyes. Robin’s Cheshire-cat grin is harder to read.

“You know what?” Lori murmurs, “I think maybe you are Wonder Woman.” She nuzzles the older girl’s neck, and Robin’s eyes close with a quiet delight, the grin widening into a smile.

She and Amber climb up the rocks, clinging like lizards. It’s much harder going up than it was coming down. The sun feels hotter. But soon they’re picking their way back through the bushes to the road, brushing the dust and little prickles off their clothes.

All during the climb out, Nicole’s mind starts working again. She knows now, she knows, what the Scouts do in secret. At least some of it, and it dazzles her to think that there might be more than this. It’s so wild and dirty, it’s kind of scary. She hasn’t seen anyone spanked in ages, and certainly never with the other stuff all mixed in. Her feelings about it are all over the place, but what surprises her most is that she likes it, all of it, despite how strange it seems.

She was right there with them, doing those things between her legs, naughty and wonderful. They were all doing it, together. And in those moments, as weird and crazy as they were, she felt like she belonged with them. Even though the big shaking feeling is still a mystery, Nicole senses she’s seen the bare, trembling heart of the Scouts.

And it’s incredible. She’s hungry for more, to unravel it all.

Call it, The Case of the Happy Naughty Pleasure Girls. And for the first time, she feels like she’s hot on their trail.

Continue on to Chapter 8