1 comments/ 13553 views/ 1 favorites April and Kimber By: LitRiter Thank you to hkf999 for a fine editing job! * Prologue - April and Kimber On the very first day of high school, two girls met and it was as if they'd known each other forever. April, the beautiful, popular girl with long blond hair and the promise of a nice figure, the girl with the big, bright blue eyes, who spoke incessantly of her horses and weekends at the stables. April's family was very wealthy, very, very wealthy. Her new best friend, Kimber, was also beautiful and popular, with long dark hair and an already impressive body, and everyone knew that it could only get better as she grew. Kimber was into sports and fitness, and didn't even like horses, but the two were instantly joined at the hip. It wasn't long before they were the two most popular (Freshman) girls on campus, with both joining the swimming and diving teams. April also joined the gymnastics club and ran track, while boy-crazy Kimber began her first steps toward cheer leading. After school was spent meeting obligations for the various clubs and teams the girls were members of, and April's weekends were frequently spent at the stables. But whenever they were both free they were together, usually at April's family's expansive home. The girls would play in the kitchen, watch movies in the den, or just sit up in April's fairy tale bedroom and play games, brush each other's hair, or try on clothes. It was truly the best of times for both. Kimber began dating Lester Gould, a Junior (!) who was on the baseball team, and she spent all of her time with him, trying to give him everything she could, in exchange for NOT giving him what he wanted but she wasn't willing yet to part with. Kimber's mother, Janet, who was the office manager for a small construction company, had told Kimber too many times to count, how she had been careless in her youth and because of it, Kimber didn't have a daddy that she knew. She always taught Kimber to be careful with her love, and more so of sex, because some decisions had no take-backs, no do-overs. It was during this time that April and Kimber first drifted apart. Over the following years, Kimber would occasionally seek out her old best friend, finding her sitting with her lieutenants, Myra and Hannah. April would always be so happy to talk to Kimber, but somewhere between an hour or a few days seemed to be their limit, and they'd drift apart again. When she lay in bed at night, wishing she could go to one of April's parties, Kimber would puzzle over her old friend. She didn't like her new friends, Hannah because she was so shallow and not too bright, and Myra because Myra hated her. Kimber actually would have liked Myra, who was also on the diving team and the JV Cheerleading squad with Kimber. But for some reason, Myra just hated Kimber. Janet, Kimber's mother, worked long hours, and Kimber had taken care of the apartment since she was young, and had started working at the Fabulous Fifties Diner when she turned sixteen. It was a few weeks after she'd started working that another girl started there. Her name was Jenny, and though she wasn't beautiful like April, she was cute and funny, and the girls became inseparable. They worked the same shifts whenever they could, and as soon as Jenny learned to drive and used her work money to buy an old clunker, Jenny drove them to and from work. Kimber loved her new BFF, partly because she went to a different school and had different friends. The two could talk completely openly and honestly with each other. April had started dating Harrison Kirk, the handsome tight end on the school's football team, at the beginning of their Senior year. Not the quarterback, it was Harrison who was considered by the local community to be "Star Material", and he had secured his "free ride" scholarship at a Big 10 college before his Senior year had even begun. April had planned all of their activities, parties, boating on the lake, picnics, and long hikes in the nearby National Park, and they spent many happy hours together. Their families had even been in contact to discuss the future. It was a Thursday night, late in their Senior year and only a month after Kimber's eighteenth birthday, and Harrison had come into the restaurant with some of his football buddies and Kimber had their table. When they were leaving, Harrison approached Kimber and asked her if she was busy that following Saturday night. She asked him about April, and he told her, very quietly, that they'd broken up that last weekend. Kimber thought for a micro-second, and then agreed to go out with Harrison. Kimber switched shifts with another girl so she'd be free, and told Jenny about her date. Jenny was of course negative, since she didn't seem to like any of the boys Kimber went out with, but that didn't do anything to deflate Kimber's elation. That Saturday, Kimber picked out a nice black skirt, white blouse, and black heels, after considering that they might go dancing, and Harrison's six-foot-four was markedly out of normal dancing range for Kimber's five-foot-three. She thought about how the night might go, and with her hormones raging, decided to wear her only pair of black thigh-high stockings. She knew that if they were making out and he got under her skirt, he'd be impressed. Harrison picked her up and they went to dinner at a nice French bistro, talking about friends and sports, and generally having a good time. Then they drove to The Rendezvous, the hottest dance club, the only dance club that allowed eighteen and up. Harrison had been there many times before with April, but since her birthday had only just passed, Kimber had never been inside. But even as she had her hand on the lever to open the door, Harrison pulled Kimber to him and kissed her. He pushed his tongue past her lips and ran it around in her mouth, his arm going around her waist, the other hand firmly kneading her breast. Kimber's body went into automatic, and her breathing quickened and she felt herself become wet. Her nipples stiffened and ached, matching the ache that grew inside of her. They parted and Harrison said, "The main reason April and I broke up was that she's a frigid bitch. You're not a frigid bitch, are you?" Kimber shook her head, and they moved to the large back seat of the car. Harrison lay on top of Kimber, his hands everywhere on her body, and she kissed him passionately and knew that night she was going to give him all of her. She felt his hand, so hot, on her thigh beneath her skirt, and it slid up to press against her sensitive pussy. Kimber moaned into his mouth as he rubbed, and she knew there couldn't be anything that felt better than that. And then his hand moved, and he was pulling her panties down, stopping at her knees, and his hand returned to her pussy, and he rubbed hard, finding and grinding his fingers against her clit. Stars exploded behind Kimber's eyes, and her legs parted, retrained by the panties stretched tightly between her knees. Harrison pushed a finger into her, and Kimber cried out with lust. She wanted him so badly! She needed to have that big, handsome man inside her! She wanted him to take her and make her a woman. She had waited until she was old enough, after all, and tonight her waiting would end. "Mmmm, you're tight," Harrison breathed over her face, and she felt him fumbling with his pants. He rose up onto his knees and swept the panties from her legs, then was on top of her again, his dick pressing against her, rubbing over and through her pussy, pressing against her clit. She was breathing so hard she couldn't say anything, whining with need but intending to scream at him, to command him to fuck her. He pushed again, and Kimber felt her tiny opening stretch, tightly pressing against the head of Harrison's cock, and then he pushed deeper, and Kimber arched, the stretching going deeper, feeling so deliciously good near the top, but starting to hurt as his dick went past the regions previously only touched by her fingers. Harrison grunted and pushed hard into Kimber, and she cried out and then bit the side of her hand. It was hurting so much that she wanted to scream, to cry, but at the same time it felt so amazingly good, her inner ache throbbing and growing. Harrison began to fuck Kimber, his cock sliding into her with force, then pulling it slowly out until he was almost free and sliding back inside of her. The pain was terrible, but her cunt was stretched so tightly over his cock, like a second skin, each throb from his heartbeat unleashed bursts of pleasure inside her. She was so wet, so tight, and Harrison was breathing hard. He apparently realized that he couldn't last, and he began thrusting into Kimber faster, holding her legs up and apart as she whimpered and cried out with pain and passion. And then the car's door opened and they heard a scream. Kimber looked and though her eyes wouldn't focus, she clearly made out the figure of April, staring at her and screaming with rage. The door slammed, and Harrison swore, pulling his dick from inside Kimber and closing his pants. "I'll be right back," he said, and he left her alone in the back seat, her legs open, her pussy wet and aching and hurting so much. Kimber sat up and started to cry, trying to straighten her skirt over her tightly closed thighs. She found her panties on the floor and pulled them on, sitting back and straightening her skirt again before clasping her hands together in her lap. Harrison returned after a while, climbing back into the back seat. "Sorry, Baby," he said, trying to be smooth. "You know how it can be with ex's. Now where were we?" "Take me home," Kimber said, before bursting into tears again. Harrison tried to explain to her that he had broken up with April, that she and her friends had interrupted them as a prank, as a way of getting revenge on an ex, but in the end, he drove her home, swearing and pounding on his steering wheel with frustration and anger. When she got into the apartment, Janet asked if she'd had a good time, but Kimber ignored her, rushing into her bedroom and slamming the door. She threw herself onto her bed and cried. Janet came in and sat next to her, rubbing her back. Her older, more experienced senses detected a familiar scent, and Janet leaned over her daughter's back and she held her and said, "Oh, my baby girl," starting to cry a little herself. At least her beautiful, buxom daughter had made it to eighteen, Janet thought, holding Kimber tightly. She had long feared that she had neglected Kimber, and that she would have found herself being a grandmother long before. For the remaining weeks of school, up until graduation, the two girls kept their distance. April had immediately broken up with Harrison, and word of what had happened spread through the school. Kimber was deeply ashamed, now known as a girl who put out, she was constantly turning down requests for dates. She had believed Harrison, and she had been the slut that he'd fucked to break April's heart. Book One - Part One Closing Time "Good night! Come back really soon!" Kimber shouted from behind the register as the last of the customers left the Fabulous Fifties Diner. She closed the register and jogged to the door and locked it, flipping the card to "Closed" and turning off the neon window displays. She closed up shop, sending each of the other employees on their way except for Jenny, who waited for Kimber. Since turning eighteen, Kimber had been on the closing shift every night that she worked, a fact that had made life difficult before graduation, but had been easier in the months since. It was half past one on a Friday night, and the girls walked through the parking lot to Jenny's car, a beat up Honda Civic that was twenty years past its prime. Jenny leaned against her car and lit a cigarette while Kimber stretched her body against the low hood of the car. "Any plans for tomorrow night?" Jenny asked, her foot pulled up and resting on her stockinged knee so she could tie her Mary Jane. "I saw that you aren't on the schedule." Kimber's hands were on the hood of the car and she stood bent at the waist, stretching her back. She stood, hands on her hips and was smiling broadly when she answered, "Jason called and asked me out." "No shit?" Jenny said, one eye tightly shut against the smoke of the cigarette between her lips, pulling off her shoe. "I thought he'd gone over to the other side and was going out with Brigit Henry." Jenny hadn't gone to Kimber's high school, but two years of close friendship had made her familiar with that school's gossip. Kimber put her foot on the hood and leaned forward, her knee to her chest, and said, "He said he broke it off last month, and I checked with a couple of people who said that she dumped him two weeks ago so she could go out with Will." She switched legs and stretched again. Jenny watched her best friend stretching and said, "You know, Carl won't let me alone about it, so I have to ask again." She had crossed her arms, the red kerchief from her hair hanging from her fingers. Jenny was nearly a year older than Kimber, and her boyfriend Carl was twenty-one. Kimber sighed and turned to face Jenny, her own arms crossed, pushing up her round young breasts. "Jenny," Kimber said, slightly exasperated, "Carl's been bugging you about a threesome for months. Why don't you just tell him no?" "Because I love Carl," Jenny said, "and I want to make him happy, and keep him happy." She tossed her cigarette into the parking lot and blew smoke, then said, "We're not all like you, Kimber. I can't just snap my fingers and have guys come running." Kimber bristled and asked, "Why don't you ask one of the other girls then?" Jenny crossed her arms again and fell back against her car, eyes downcast. Her pretty lips were pouting, and she answered softly, "Because you're my best friend, Kimber. If I'm going to do something like that I want it to be somebody I trust. And," she looked up at Kimber with sad, pleading eyes, "Carl wants it to be you. Only you." Kimber put her arms around her best friend and held her close. "You know what, Sweetie?" she said as she rubbed Jenny's shoulders. "You tell him that I'll think about it," she said, and Jenny looked up with a combination of excitement and fear. "But tell him that we might want to practice without him a few times first. I'll bet you we can make up enough fantasies about that to keep him happy for months!" Jenny laughed and they hugged, their lithe bodies pressed together in the darkness of the parking lot. Kimber pulled back and put her nose to Jenny's, her big brown eyes filled with lust, and she whispered, "Unless you'd like to go somewhere right now and make those fantasies come true." Their lips hovered a fraction of an inch from one another, their breath heating their faces as they grew more excited, and then Kimber burst out with sudden laughter and they hugged again before getting into the car and driving away. Book One - Part Two Setting Things in Motion April walked through her bedroom, dressed in her favorite blue silk pajamas and slippers, her long blond hair flowing down her back, the bluetooth in her ear blinking regularly. "I just heard it from Alan Crenshaw that Slut Zero has a date tonight with Jason McDonald," Myra's voice said into her ear. Slut Zero was the code name the three friends had given to Kimber immediately after that terrible night. "Perfect," April said, laying on her enormous bed and stretching out luxuriously. "Now, if he can do what he needs to do, I'll get what I want." "Of course he will," Myra laughed. "She's such a slut." April disconnected the call and threw the earpiece across the room. She took a few deep breaths to relax, and then smiled at her ceiling, imagining their trap and how things would be after it had been sprung. As the details ran through her mind, April's fingers slipped under her waistband and to her pussy, which was becoming more and more excited. She closed her eyes, imagining the things they were going to do, and she gasped as she touched herself, her fingertips instantly becoming wet. Book One - Part Three The Date Jason was supposed to be arriving soon to pick Kimber up for their date. He'd said they were going to eat, then a movie, and then some dancing if time permitted. She was excited and wanted to make a good impression, to get back into the group of people she had mostly liked, but had been banished from on that horrible night. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore light makeup to enhance her big brown eyes and full, luscious lips. Her tiny ears held the diamond stud earrings that her mother had scraped and saved to buy for her sixteenth birthday, two years before. Her dress was midnight blue, velvet and very formfitting, showing off her generous bust and tiny waist. Her shoulders and arms were bare, and displayed her flawless skin perfectly, and the skirt was tight and cut halfway to her knees. The pumps she wore had long, pointed toes and slender, curved four inch heels that boosted her to five foot seven, far better to dance with Jason, who stood six feet even. It had been almost three months since that terrible Saturday night, and Kimber had come to grips with the fact that she wasn't a virgin anymore. She had begun to embrace her new sexuality, and was not averse to trying it again, especially since the word was that it would be all of the good, and none of the pain of the first time. Kimber didn't have a bra to go with the dress, and her only tights were red, black, or fishnets from her uniform, and her only pairs of thigh highs were black or fishnet. She had agonized over the selection of her underwear, only because she didn't want to go 'all the way' on their first date together, but wanting to be prepared if they did. She thought that if she wore her lacy blue boyshorts she might be tempted to show them off, while the less racy white thong didn't match the dress. All of her other underwear would have left a panty-line, and her only other choice was to 'go commando'. She thought about it, considered it at length, and went with the sexy boyshorts. In her matching midnight blue clutch she carried her lipstick, a mirror, her keys, and a folded twenty, just in case. She thought about including her ID, but they certainly shouldn't need it. She heard the horn and ran to the door, pausing to kiss her mother's cheek, and then was out and down the cement stairs to the ground floor. She ran across the grassy courtyard and through the gate on the wrought iron fencing to the street. Jason sat in his gleaming black Titan, his arm out the window. "Hey, Beautiful!" he shouted, and he leaned inside to unlock her door. She climbed in and had barely gotten the door closed, let alone gotten her seatbelt on, when he pulled away from the curb, going fast. "You look gorgeous!" Jason said, handing her a flask. She laughed and thanked him, and then took a tentative sip from the flask. She coughed, blinking away tears as the alcohol burned her throat. "Smooth!" she croaked, and Jason laughed, grabbing back the flask and taking a long pull from it. A few minutes later they parked and were soon seated in a secluded booth near the back of Roma, a very nice Italian restaurant that Kimber had always wanted to go to, but couldn't afford. She ate several of the garlic bread balls, which she found delectable, and had a small salad. When the ziti she'd ordered arrived, Kimber wondered how many bites she could take before her tight dress burst its seams. Jason talked excitedly about his bright future, having already lined up a management position at one of his father's car dealerships. He'd have to take a couple of years of college first, but that was okay. He'd never hear the end of it if he just showed up out of the blue and became the boss at nineteen, fresh out of high school. He was looking at renting a condo closer to the dealership, and he smiled at Kimber and said that he couldn't wait to show her the place. April and Kimber After dinner, they went to the megaplex theater in the mall, and he bought her a large soda and popcorn, both going mostly untouched even as the movie was missed, as they started kissing almost as soon as the previews had begun. He escorted her back to his truck, where they continued to make out for several minutes before Jason, hot and breathless asked, "Hey Baby, maybe we can go to the Moonlight, and then go dancing after?" The Moonlight Motel was very well known to their group, being the preferred spot to get really serious together. Kimber had really looked forward to going dancing, and they had been having such a lovely night, but 'her motor was running' as her mother put it. It seemed she'd hardly breathed, "Alright," and Jason was peeling out of the parking lot. Kimber waited in the truck while Jason went in and rented the room, and he returned quickly with the key to room 213. They parked, and went up the stairs and down the outside hallway to the room. Inside, they found the typical motel room furniture, everything clean but somehow shabby at the same time. As soon as the door closed, Jason pulled Kimber close and they kissed. Kimber was already hot, and she became wetter and her body more sensitive as she prepared herself for passion. She felt Jason fumbling with the back of her dress, and she reached under her arm and lowered the zipper there, and when he stepped back, she shimmied the dress down over her full hips and to the floor. Jason grabbed her and jumped onto the bed, pinning her beneath him, his big hands on her wrists. He kissed her and she kissed him back passionately, careful to keep her leg clear so she could resist violently if necessary. Jason kissed her neck, making her shiver, then moved down and kissed her breasts. "Oh my!" Kimber moaned, her pussy so wet and hungry that she was going out of her mind. He released her wrists and fondled her breasts, his big hands not too gentle, but also not too rough for her liking. He slid down her lithe, supple body, kissing and licking her very sensitive skin, and more than once she fought the girlish giggles that his occasional tickling caused. He set his mouth against her pussy through her panties, and Kimber moaned and spread her legs instinctively. He licked her through the lace and rubbed her with his nose and chin, so that when he paused her whole body seemed to be vibrating hard from erotic tension. Jason took hold of her panties and slid them down her long legs, and then sat up on his knees by her feet and tossed them aside, gazing down on her young, athletic body with hunger in his eyes. "Oh Baby," he breathed, "You are beautiful! Look at those tits!" He leaned down and licked her exposed pussy, and Kimber moaned again and lifted her legs. His tongue on her pussy, running over her clit, it was driving her crazy! He put his tongue into her and teased her with light, shallow thrusts, and Kimber found herself helplessly whining, deep in her throat. "Hey Baby," Jason said, rising up onto his knees again and starting to unbutton his shirt. "Do you mind if I take some pictures?" "What?" Kimber asked, hardly caring what the answer was. She was so horny, and there was big old Jason, opening his shirt and showing off his hard muscles. When his shirt hit the floor and his hands went to his belt buckle, Kimber felt her passion kick into overdrive, and she was certain that she was going to fuck this pretty boy, and fuck him hard. She couldn't keep her fingers off of herself, out of herself, when he got up and took off his tight jeans and briefs. He stood, his cock proud and erect and bouncing eight and a half inches in front of him, and as his eyes locked on her fingers sliding into her pussy, said, "When we're done? Just for fun, between me and you." Kimber pulled her hand to her mouth and rubbed the sticky wetness across her lips and then licked her fingers seductively. "Okay, Baby," Kimber breathed quietly, and held out her arms. "Okay what?" Jason asked, grinning mischievously. "Oooh, Baby," Kimber said more loudly, "Fuck me, then get the camera!" Jason leaped onto the bed and moved between her jittery legs. Jason's hands closed on her thighs and he pressed them hard to the bed, her legs spread very wide and immobile. His mouth met her pussy and he began to eat her in earnest, licking a little, kissing a little, probing a little, but mostly using his lips as he would open his mouth wide, descent on her, and then close his mouth, dragging his teeth, lip, and jaw across her sensitive, thrumming flesh. Jason pulled away, just as Kimber thought the ache inside her was about to burst, and he moved up over her, supporting himself on strong, well muscled arms, and pushed his fat cock into her. He took several runs into her, a little deeper each time, each thrust stretching Kimber's pussy deeper inside than the thrust before, and then he was into her completely, and she trembled and whined at the fullness she felt, her nails digging into his sides. Jason took her thigh over his arm and lifted it, spreading her legs farther apart, stretching her out painfully, but not too painfully, and he rose up onto his knees to thrust into her with force. Not able to reach him, Kimber's hands grabbed at her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. He was going deeper now too, somehow, finding still more of her undiscovered depths to stretch tightly around him, but this time it didn't hurt and though she had begun to ache in a few places, Kimber was very close to orgasm and she humped her hips against him, flailing for release. Kimber's eyes were tightly shut, her body beginning to crest the rise that would be a powerful orgasm soon. She whined and humped her hips, pressing herself as best as she could against Jason, to take his beautiful cock as deeply into her as possible, feeling her orgasm building, getting stronger, her whole body singing with passion ready to explode. Jason's hand pressed flat against her bush, and then his thumb began to move, switching her clit with every flick. Both of Kimber's hands flew to her head and her fingers tangled in her hair as she screamed. Her body had exploded with pleasure, but instead of the release, the relief that she gave herself sometimes, Jason's continuing assault on her, the overwhelming sensations of his cock plunging in and out, his thumb flicking, the abandon of having this hot guy doing such nasty things, Kimber couldn't keep it together. She was cumming, and cumming hard, and she screamed it for all the world to hear. "That's it, Baby," Jason said, "Cum all over my cock!" He flipped her over onto her belly, and Kimber began to pull at the covers, uncovering the thin pillows. Her orgasm had taken her strength, but Jason was controlling her movements now, lifting her up to her knees and then his cock was in her again, Jason's hips thrusting hard, each impact like a spanking on her tight, sensitive ass. She could feel her juices rolling down the inside of her thighs, her swinging breasts dragging her nipples across the rough bed cover. She was being fucked hard, and her cunt ached from his size and his speed. "Give it to me!" Kimber heard herself scream, his cock felt so good, filling her, the pleasures erasing momentarily the aching she felt, and causing another ache, one deeper inside her, to build, to grow, "Give it all to me!" "That's right, Baby," Jason said, filled with confidence, "You love my fat cock, don't you? Don't you?" he cried, smacking her ass hard and making her cry out. She didn't think being hit could feel good, and it hurt, but oh, it felt so good! "I love your fat cock!" Kimber shouted, her cunt beginning to convulse, "Please! Fuck me hard! Make me your whore!" And then it hit, maybe not so earth-shattering as the one before, but she shook with it, feeling it explode through her, and she cried out softly with it and she moaned and whined, slamming back onto Jason's cock. She wanted him to cum, she needed him to cum! "I'm gonna cum!" Jason shouted, filling Kimber's heart with joy, but then he pulled his cock from her and she found herself being turned over again. She thought he wanted to kiss her when he came, but the romantic idea disappeared as he climbed her, moving over her quickly on his knees. He sat on her belly, crushing the air from her and she watched his hand flying on his slick, sticky cock. His face was contorted with pain, or so it looked, and then the cum began to spurt out, slashing on her tits, droplets landing on her neck and her face. She closed her eyes so it wouldn't get her there, and listened to his sharp, hard breaths. After a minute, Jason climbed off of her belly and slapped Kimber's hip, and that time it wasn't so pleasant. He started pulling on his pants, and then his shirt, and as he hurried to the door he called back over his shoulder, "Don't move, Baby. I'll be right back." When she was alone in the room, Kimber hugged herself tightly, looking down at the thick white cum that was pooling on her tits, melting, it seemed, and rivulets ran to her shoulders and down her sides. She felt so happy, so content. She'd satisfied this beautiful man, and he'd claimed her as his own. She thought about the future, the car dealership, his condo (their condo?), and she couldn't keep the broad grin from her face. Her whole body felt drained, and her pussy ached, but not from passion. And then the door opened, and Jason was back, carrying a large black bag. He set it on the little table and opened it, removing a large camera with an enormous complicated lens. "Just stay like that," Jason said, putting the camera to his face and snapping off several pictures as he moved around the bed. And then, at his command, she got up onto her knees and squeezed her breasts as she looked suggestively into the camera, at Jason. She lifted her breast, again at his suggestion, and licked at her nipple, and then fell to her hands and knees as he moved all around her, the camera clicking quietly as he did. She lay on her back and touched her pussy, spreading the lips wide with her fingers, and she put her fingers inside her cunt, and then licked them and sucked on them. She knew she must be getting him hot, ready for another session, maybe this time slower and more romantic. Then Jason turned off the camera and put it away in the case. He went to the bed and sat on the end, apparently pulling on his socks, and said, "Get dressed. It's getting late." She was confused, but Kimber complied, deciding that he probably wanted to take her dancing, since he knew that was what she had wanted earlier. She dressed, and then went to the large mirror near the bathroom door and tried to straighten out her hair, unsuccessfully, and she giggled that this must be "fucked hair". They went down together to the Titan, and got inside. Kimber was lost in her thoughts as they drove, and she was startled to recognize her surroundings when they stopped. Jason leaned over her and opened the door. "Get out, he said. Maybe I'll call you sometime," he said, and she climbed down out of the Titan, the door closing behind her, and she watched from the curb as he drove away. Kimber was confused, and kind of let down as she walked up the stairs to the apartment she shared with her mother. Had she done the wrong thing by fucking Jason? They had both been so into it, in an almost spiritual way, she thought, but then as soon as they'd left the Moonlight, BAM! He was a stranger. Boys are so strange, Kimber thought. Her cell phone rang, and she answered it automatically, surprised that the voice on the phone wasn't Jenny. "Hello Kimber," the voice said, and after a moment Kimber asked, "April? April Winston?" "Shut up, Kimber," April's voice said. "I just wanted you to know that I am about to come into possession of some photographs," April said, and Kimber turned around and sat down on the stairs. "Some photographs of you, in fact," April said, an exaggerated villain quality to he voice. "Unless you are a very good girl and do everything that I tell you to do, those pictures will be instantly posted on the Internet, and thousands of copies will be printed and dropped by the dozen, all over town." April said with a laugh. "Why are you doing this?" Kimber asked, starting to cry, but April had already disconnected. Standing, Kimber let herself in and went to her mother's door, where she listened for a few minutes to the woman's deep breathing. When she was satisfied her mother was sleeping, Kimber went into her own bedroom, changed into her pajamas, and went to bed, where she lay awake for many hours as questions, situations, memories, and consequences whirled through her mind. Book Two - Part One Confessions Kimber was at work, and faced again what was becoming her worst nightmare. Alex and Aaron, with their girlfriends, sat in a booth in her section. She approached the table, feeling very exposed in her uniform of tight blue short sleeved button-up blouse, flouncy black and red skirts that exposed her red frilled white panties if she bent, and fishnet tights with Mary Janes. Her hair was in the required ponytail, tied with a red kerchief. "Can I take your order?" Kimber said sweetly, and as the girlfriends examined the menus, Aaron's big hand slid up the inside of Kimber's thigh to brush her crotch. She jumped slightly and was about to say something, when Aaron turned to the girls and asked, "Did you know we went to school with Kimber?" His hand disappeared from her body as the girls looked over, feigning interest but really just sizing her up as competition. "Yeah," Aaron continued, "I think I might even have some pictures." The girls turned back to their menus and Aaron's fingers slid up Kimber's thigh again, this time rubbing hard against her crotch, as she remained silent and took their orders. After they had left, she marched into the kitchen and slammed her tray down. "Kimber!" Jenny yelled, angry. "You have been on the rag big time for almost three weeks now! What the hell is up with you?" she said sharply. Kimber had to admit that she had been Queen Bitch since the night with Jason, and Jenny had taken the brunt of a lot of it. "I'm sorry, Jenny," Kimber said sadly. "I need to talk to you, but can we do it tonight? On the way home?" Jenny was still pissed, but she agreed and the two of them got back to work. That night, after closing the restaurant, Kimber told Jenny everything, not sparing a single detail. When Kimber finished, Jenny was holding her and both girls were sobbing. Jenny started her car and drove them to the little park, not far from the high school. They got out and walked without talking, down the sidewalk to the playground. They climbed up onto the children's castle and huddled together under the plastic roof. After some time had passed, Kimber said, "That's the one thing that bothers me most, Jenny. I know I'm being blackmailed, and I should go to the police, even though they would put the pictures on the Internet right away. But I can't tell anybody, I can't send anybody to jail!" "So what are you going to do?" Jenny asked, and Kimber looked at her, smiling. "I'm going to get those pictures," she said, "whatever it takes." Book Two - Part Two Friends I Kimber ran to answer the door, to stop the incessant knocking, and as soon as it was open Jenny pushed inside and grabbed Kimber's arm. Pausing only to shut the door, Kimber allowed herself to be pulled down the hallway and into her bedroom, where Jenny closed the door and said excitedly, "Okay, Carl's in. He'll do whatever you want, but he wants a firm answer about when we're all getting together." Jenny seemed excited, and even younger than her almost nineteen years. At Kimber's request, Jenny has asked Carl if he would beat up Jason. Kimber had already decided that it wouldn't help, but Jenny had already gone to Carl about it. Sitting down on her bed, Kimber looked at Jenny and said, "We don't need to go through with this if you don't want to." "Are you getting cold feet?" Jenny asked, looking a little annoyed. "'Cause I went and got Carl all excited about this, and if you want to back out, he'll-" Kimber jumped up and stood in front of Jenny, putting her hands on the taller girl's bare shoulders. "I don't want to force anything on you," she said, "I don't want to be the cause of anything that's going to make trouble for you and Carl." Jenny shook her head, keeping their gaze as she did, and said, "This is okay, really. Really." She had moved her hands to Kimber's hips, and without a word or warning, Jenny bent quickly and kissed Kimber. Kimber let Jenny kiss her, felt her soft lips sliding on hers, felt them suck her lower lip softly, and then Jenny's tongue running over her lips, and then she returned the kiss just as tenderly. Their heads bobbing softly in time as they kissed, they stood in the middle of the room as time slowed and slowed, and then seemed to stop completely, Kimber's hands sliding up Jenny's neck to cradle her face, Jenny's hands sliding from Kimber's hips to her waist, and then they moved around her back, pulling her closer, and Kimber's arms stretched over Jenny's shoulders, one of her hands cradling the back of Jenny's head, feeling her soft hair. Their breasts brushed together at first, and as they pulled each other closer, Kimber felt her soft breasts pressed tightly against Jenny's smaller breasts, Jenny's hard, prominent nipples poking her pleasantly. Kimber's knee bent, and her thigh rose between Jenny's thighs, brushing their bare skin with her own, and their lips parted, Kimber's eyes slowly opened and saw Jenny, her lips still parted, breathing heavily, and then her lips moved, revealing a beautiful smile, and Jenny's blue eyes opened and their eyes met, and time started moving slowly forward again. Jenny's hands returned to Kimber's waist, and their bodies parted slightly. Jenny's eyes looked down, and Kimber was afraid that her friend was beginning to regret her impetuous kiss, but Jenny's hands moved up Kimber's sides, slowly feeling along her ribs until they cupped her breasts, lifting their weight softly, and then moved around to cup them from the front, her thumbs gliding over Kimber's nipples, showing softly through her light cotton cami. Kimber's eyes closed with the sensation, so soft and yet so very intense. She felt herself becoming wet, very wet, and an ache began deep inside her. Jenny's lips touched hers again, and their kissing resumed, but Jenny's tongue had become more insistent, less willing to taste and withdraw, pressing between Kimber's lips and running under them, and over her teeth. She could taste her friend's cigarettes, and she didn't like the flavor, but it was small sacrifice for the incredible feelings, sensations, that every touch of their mouths unleashed. Kimber opened her mouth slightly, and Jenny's tongue leaped in, like a caged tiger finding the door to it's prison open, running along the backs of Kimber's teeth, and running over and around Kimber's tongue. Their mouths parted again, and Kimber's head fell back with pleasure, her face toward the ceiling. Without pause, Jenny leaned down and began to kiss and nibble Kimber's neck, starting under her ear and trailing down to her collarbone, and then up the other side. She licked the front of Kimber's throat and then kissed her chin softly, and Kimber brought her face down again, offering her mouth to Jenny, who began to kiss her lips once more. This time when the kissing stopped, Kimber broke away from Jenny and walked to the window, letting the breeze from outside cool her hot skin. Her back was to Jenny, and she breathed deeply trying to calm her excitement. "I should go," Jenny said, and she moved toward the door, adding, "I'm sorry." "Jenny!" Kimber said sternly, turning to face her, and Jenny stopped, her hand on the doorknob and looked back at Kimber. "Jenny," Kimber said seriously, "If you open that door I'm going to kick your ass!" April and Kimber "What?" Jenny asked, incredulous. "What did you say?" Kimber walked over to Jenny and rose up on the balls of her feet, and she playfully nipped at Jenny's lips before kissing her. Then taking Jenny's hand from the doorknob, she pulled her, leading her over to the bed, and climbed on to it, stretching out on her side and resting on her elbow. She patted the bed between them and said, "Come on, have a seat. Relax." When Jenny didn't move, Kimber said, "I promise I won't try anything." Jenny crawled up onto the bed until her face was inches from Kimber's, when she paused a moment, considering, and then she continued, forcing Kimber back until she fell off of her elbow and lay on her back, and so on until Jenny was on her hands and knees over Kimber, their faces very close. "Good thing you didn't make me promise anything," Jenny said breathlessly, lowering her lips to Kimber's lips, and lowering her body to Kimber's body, and taking Kimber into her arms as they kissed. Kimber surrendered to Jenny's kisses, lightly running her fingers across her back or through her soft, pretty hair. Jenny's thigh was pressing against her pussy and Kimber was sure that she could feel the heat and moisture even through her tiny shorts of sweatpants material. Kimber fought the urge to rub against Jenny's thigh, but sometimes Jenny's softly exploring hands would find her breasts and pause to fondle, and Kimber's ass would flex uncontrollably and press her pussy harder against the lean, soft thigh. When this happened Kimber would sigh or moan into Jenny's mouth, contentedly. Jenny sat up, straddling Kimber's hips, and she pulled her cami off to exposed her pert, firm breasts. Her nipples were hard, the skin pulled tight to form little pyramids, tipped by hard, red domed caps. Kimber crossed her legs and sat up so that Jenny was sitting on her thighs, Jenny's long legs around her hips. Kimber kissed one of the cone-like nipples, sucking it softly and pulling it into her mouth, and Jenny moaned loudly, her hands going to Kimber's head, her finger tangling in Kimber's soft, dark hair. "I love having my tits sucked!" Jenny purred, her hands running around Kimber's head and mussing her hair. Kimber licked and sucked on Jenny's breasts, concentrating on her extremely sensitive nipples, and Jenny responded with passion, moaning loudly and breathing hard. "Suck my titties!" Jenny cried out again and again, continuing to muss and pull Kimber's hair. Kimber laid back on the bed, and Jenny resumed her passionate kissing, pausing only to kiss Kimber's face, her forehead, cheeks, and her neck. Kimber's hands remained on Jenny's waist, her legs curled around Jenny's slender hips. Both girls were hot and filled with passionate energy, were lost in the moment. Kimber's bedroom door rattled softly, and after another few moments of passionate making out Kimber's eyes flew open and she flipped Jenny off of her, leaping off of the bed. She scrambled to pick up Jenny's cami from the floor and threw it at Jenny, who was sitting up and looking confused, right up until the cami landed on her head, obscuring her face. "Kimber? Are you home?" Janet's voice called from very close to the door, and Jenny scrambled to pull on her shirt as Kimber pulled at the crotch of her shorts and tried to otherwise straighten her clothes. The door opened and Janet poked her head into the room. "Hi Mom!" Kimber shouted, out of breath, her body flushed with excitement. "Hi, Ms. Norton!" Jenny likewise shouted, trying to look nonchalant. Janet looked from one girl to the other, then said, "Hi girls," Janet said slowly, curious about what it was that she had just interrupted. "I'm going to watch some TV," she said, and then added, "Feel free to come keep me company, if you want." Janet left, going down the hallway to the living room, and she had left the door open a crack. Kimber looked at Jenny, smiling and trying not to laugh out loud. And then she saw that not only were Jenny's breasts showing clearly through the cami, but her nipples were still hard and extended, looking almost as if they would tear out through the thin material. And if that wasn't bad enough, the tag of the cami hung in the center of her chest, the cami not only backward, but inside-out. The girls couldn't stop laughing, even as Jenny fixed her shirt. Book Two - Part Three Friends II Later that night, after Jenny had left and she and her mother had had dinner and watched some TV, Kimber lay in bed, trying to sleep. It was hot, and she'd kicked the covers off of the bed onto the floor. The breeze coming in the window was slight, but the occasional coolness on her perspiring skin felt deliciously good. Her finger was brushing her lips and she remembered her visit from Jenny. As the memories played in her mind, Kimber's finger rubbed gently across her lips, and then as her breathing grew deeper, her lips parted and her finger sought deeper, and she sucked on it softly. She realized that her other hand had slipped into her panties, and was absently pulling at the soft curls of her clipped bush, and as the memories ran out they were replaced by wants and by desires, and her fingers felt lower and found wetness. Kimber imagined what might have happened, imagined how Jenny would have looked, filling in with memories of being with her in the public swimming pool locker room, changing or dressing, and her fingers found and began to softly massage her clit, her hips rolling softly as she imagined what Jenny might have done - and what she might have done in return. Soon she was gasping, the ache within her becoming a fire, her hand leaving her mouth to grasp her breast as she rubbed more deeply, pressing harder against her pussy. Her hips rocked and swayed, her bottom lifting from the bed as her fingers rubbed and pulled insistently, as she knew Jenny's would have, and her breath came in rasping gasps, deep and loud. The room was growing very hot, and very damp, beads of perspiration standing out on her skin, on her forehead and lip, and her fingers sought more, needed more, as the fire within burned hot, became an inferno. Her breath now was rapid panting, accompanied by soft, animal grunts as her fingers clutched at her pussy, imagining Jenny's fingers, how Jenny would use her fingers, how Jenny would use her tongue- The waves of joy crashed over her body, filling her insides with rapturous sensation, even as those same sensations twisted her muscles and brought sweet pain. She clawed at herself, pushing her delicate little fingers into her cunt, slipping and sliding as she grabbed herself. She couldn't breathe and she didn't care, spasming in the darkness, her wet body rolling onto cooler sheets as she moaned softly, feeling and experiencing her orgasm fully, not wanting to let it end, but unable to maintain it. She collapsed to the bed, shivering and shaking, feeling completely drained, unable to move. Her body calmed slowly, and Kimber glowed with the power she had unleashed, that Jenny in her memories and the promise of her dreams had unleashed, and she smiled, allowing herself to sink into the calm. There was a soft rap at her bedroom door, and she heard her mother's voice call out softly, "Kimber, Baby? Are you okay in there?" Kimber sighed, and with a weak, shaky voice she called, "I'm okay, Mom. I'm fine. Goodnight." After a moment's silence, her mother said, "Are you alone in there, Baby? Can I come in?" Touching her lips and smiling happily, Kimber answered, "Yes, Mom, I'm alone. And no, you can't come in." She heard her mother sigh through the door, and after another moment she heard Janet go into her own room. Kimber giggled and rolled onto her side, hugging her pillow to her body, and fell immediately to sleep. Book Two - Part Four Coming Clean The next morning, Kimber was in the kitchen pouring milk into her cereal bowl when she heard a knock at the door. She pulled her robe closed and ran her fingers through her hair as she walked to the door and opened it. Jenny stood outside, wearing a red plaid vest that was buttoned so tight that it looked like a corset, a green plaid pleated mini skirt, and her work Mary Janes with knee socks. Her blue eyes were bright and happy, and (for once) her light brown hair was shining and perfect. Kimber blinked, surprised. Jenny was actually wearing some makeup! A little eyeshadow and some pink lipstick. "Hi?" Jenny said, raising her eyebrows. "Sorry," Kimber said, and she pulled the door open and let Jenny inside. "Sorry about the mess," Kimber said automatically, "I just got up and haven't done my housework yet." Normally her housework was all done within an hour or two of waking, but it was only nine-fifteen, and - "What are you doing here? It's only nine-fucking-fifteen!" She trudged back into the kitchen and grabbed her bowl and a spoon, and then, muttering, "Don't have to go to work until five!" went back out into the living room and plopped cross-legged on the couch to eat her cereal. Chomping noisily, a drop of milk on her chin, Kimber looked up through her hair at Jenny, who stood in the middle of the room. Her hands were behind her back and she was rocking back and forth, smiling like she had a secret. Her mouth full, Kimber said, "What?" "Nothing," Jenny said, still smiling, still so damnably cutesy. And then, her hips shifting as she fidgeted, Jenny asked, "Where's your mom?" Kimber thought for a minute and then said, "It's Tuesday, so she's at work. She won't be home until after we go to work." There was silence as Jenny stared at her. "What?" she exclaimed, Jenny still rocking and smiling. "So your mom won't be coming home? Won't be walking in, anytime soon?" Jenny asked, sounding like she was about to laugh. "Jenny," Kimber said, "Are you high? What in the hell are you tal-" Kimber froze, and as Jenny's point seeped into her mind, a smile crept onto her lips. Leaping from the couch and setting her cereal bowl on the floor (spilling most of it), Kimber leaped over the table, shouting, "Race you!" and the laughing girls ran down the hall to Kimber's bedroom. Kimber won, bursting into her room and swinging on the doorknob to a stop as Jenny flew past her, into the room. Kimber closed the door, leaning on it with both hands, and then turned in time to be grabbed into Jenny's arms and kissed soundly. Kimber's hands found Jenny's hips, and she held her while their tongues pushed against one another, battling to see who's mouth would be their playground. Shuddering with sudden passion, Kimber moved her hands up to Jenny's belly and she pushed softly but insistently until Jenny released her, and their mouths parted shortly after that. "What's wrong?" Jenny gasped, trying to catch her breath. Kimber had bent and had her hands on her knees, also out of breath, and she held her arm up with one finger raised, gesturing for a moment to compose herself. When Kimber straightened, smiling, she put her fists on her hips and cocked her hip, gazing at Jenny through her hair. She used both hands to sweep the tangle of dark hair back from her face, and said, "You look great, Jenny. You look so pretty." Jenny blushed and smiled softly, shyly. "I felt pretty today. I wanted to look pretty for you," she said softly, her eyes up and to one side, away from Kimber. "Well I look like hell," Kimber said, shrugging and looking down at her robe, hanging open to show the tight cotton sleeveless t-shirt and baggy blue plaid flannel pants that served as her pajamas. When she looked up, she saw that Jenny was smiling, her blue eyes twinkling. Jenny went to Kimber and she pushed the robe from her shoulders to fall to the floor about her feet. Kimber opened her mouth to speak, but Jenny put a finger on her lips and shushed her. Playfully, Kimber snapped at Jenny's finger as she removed it from her lips. Jenny moved behind Kimber, and Kimber felt Jenny's hands on her hips, sliding up her sides, and then back, and a thrill ran up her spine. Jenny took hold of the hem of Kimber's t-shirt and slipped it up slowly over her body, the material smoothly brushing her skin, the tight material lifting her breasts even as it brushed over them, and Kimber lifted her arms up, feeling like a little girl being undressed for bed. Her shirt brushed over her face, and Kimber felt her breasts fall free and bounce softly as the material released them. Finally the shirt was off, and Kimber wondered to herself absently if she had been taking her shirts off the wrong way for all of her life. Why didn't it feel that good when she did it? Kimber stood, gently swaying, and she felt Jenny's hands on her hips again, sliding around her to caress her flat, smooth tummy, and then up until Jenny's thumbs brushed the bottom of Kimber's breasts. She shuddered again, and Jenny's hands moved back down over her tummy and her fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of Kimber's pajama bottoms, and Kimber's knees became weak. Jenny's hands slipped along under the elastic until she reached her hips, and then she slowly slid the flannel down Kimber's hips and shapely legs. Jenny had squatted rather than bent when she pulled down Kimber's pajama bottoms, and as they pooled around Kimber's feet, Jenny playfully kissed Kimber's ass. Kimber was reeling, her head was spinning. She definitely needed to talk to Jenny about dressing and undressing her every day. And if it was going to feel like this, she wanted to change her clothes several times each day. Jenny slowly slipped Kimber's white cotton low-rise panties down, her heart beating hard as the material clung to Kimber's crotch for a half second before releasing and slipping down. Then Jenny stood and took Kimber by the hand, leading her out of the room and into the hallway. They went into the bathroom, and Jenny started the shower running. When she judged the temperature to be right, she held Kimber's hand and helped her step into the tub. Jenny was careful to not get herself too wet, but she took the bottle of body wash and a loofah and carefully scrubbed every inch of Kimber's skin. The very pink skinned girl handed Jenny the shampoo bottle when asked, and Jenny squirted a quarter-sized portion into her palm. She slowly worked the shampoo into Kimber's dark hair, massaging it gently into her scalp, working it into the thick hair near her scalp, and pulling it through Kimber's long, slightly wavy tresses. And then, unable to control herself, Jenny reached around Kimber's body and massaged a handful of the suds into Kimber's bush, as Kimber sighed and trembled. Jenny guided Kimber under the shower's spray, and she rinsed her hair carefully, thoroughly, not leaving any trace of the shampoo anywhere in her hair or on her body. When Jenny was satisfied that Kimber was squeaky clean, she turned off the water and helped Kimber to step out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel. Patting and rubbing gently, Jenny dried Kimber's body with the towel, and then she wrapped up her hair in it and squeezed much of the water out. Wearing only her wet turban, Kimber was led by Jenny out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. Kimber sat in the chair by her childhood vanity, and Jenny took the comb there and drew it through Kimber's long hair, water spilling onto her skin and running down her body. Kimber sighed, feeling more relaxed than she could ever remember feeling before. More than relaxed, Kimber felt happy. She felt happy and relaxed, and pampered. A giggle surprised both Kimber and Jenny, and Kimber put her fingertips to her lips to stifle it. Kimber felt girly. Jenny set down the comb, and picked up the soft bristled brush, and she started to slowly brush out Kimber's hair. After only a few minutes of the loving care, Kimber felt like she was floating out of her body, weightless and free. Each pull of her brush through her hair seemed to transport her magically to a land of unicorns and rainbows. What am I, six? Kimber chided herself, and then after a little reflection she told herself to fuck off. Her hair was thoroughly brushed, and Kimber's body felt alive, every nerve ending was humming with electricity, ready to spark at any contact. Jenny put her knuckle under Kimber's chin and lifted slightly, and then she used the applicator to apply a bit of eyeshadow, brushing it, smoothing it beneath her eyebrows so gently, so softly. When she finished, Jenny softly applied lipstick, careful to follow the contours of Kimber's full lips and not to put it on too thickly. Finally, she took the small puff from the container of powder and dabbed daintily at Kimber's cheeks, then her throat, and finally her chest and the upper part of her breasts. Finished, Jenny stepped away and let Kimber see herself in her vanity's mirror. Kimber smiled, feeling like a princess. Jenny put her leg over Kimber's lap and she sat down, straddling Kimber. They gazed into one another's eyes, smiling, and then Jenny leaned forward slightly and brushed their lips together, the slickness of both girl's lipstick making their lips cling and slide smoothly at the same time, and the sensation was intoxicating. Kimber stroked Jenny's back, especially the exposed skin of her lower back and her shoulders, slowly rubbing against her soft skin. Jenny ran her fingers through Kimber's hair, letting the silken tresses fall through her fingers. Jenny's tongue parted Kimber's lips, and tasted her lipstick before searching her mouth. When they paused their kisses to breathe, Kimber said, "Let me up." Jenny climbed off of Kimber's lap and she stood to the side so Kimber could stand. Steadying herself, Kimber took Jenny's hand and led her to the bed, and they climbed onto the unmade sheets. Jenny could smell Kimber in the sheets and pillows, and she briefly wondered if she would be allowed to have something to bring home with her. They lay together for a while, looking into each other's eyes and touching one another softly, and then Kimber sat up and untied Jenny's shoe, pulled the Mary Jane off, and then slowly pulled off her sock. She did the same to the other foot, and then kissed the bottom of Jenny's foot, her gaze locked with Jenny's, before crawling back to lie down with her. Jenny was shaking, trembling, and Kimber was going to ask her if something was wrong, when Jenny leaned over and kissed the spot on Kimber's chest, between her breasts. She moved down, kissing the spot over Kimber's heart, then midway to her navel, and then her navel. The next kiss was directly on her pussy, and Kimber let out a shaky sigh. Jenny placed dozens of soft kisses on Kimber's pussy, feeling it warm and seeing her bloom. When she found the first trace of glistening wetness, Jenny began to lick softly, tentatively. She sought the wetness, but didn't press, using the tip of her tongue to search, to explore, but not invade. Kimber spread her legs wide and moaned, and Jenny saw that her pussy had bloomed further, the tiny cap of her clitoris trying to peek out, glistening like a gem. Jenny leaned down and enfolded the treasured nub with her tongue and lip, rolling it softly as she pushed the hood back tenderly, and Kimber's gasp was loud, her body tensing, shivering. Using pressure from her lip to keep the hood back, Jenny softly licked, sometimes stroking, other times encircling, always rubbing Kimber's clit softly with her tongue. "Oh, that's good," Kimber sighed, only a hint of stress in her voice, a promise of the excitement she would experience soon. "Mmmmmm, yeah, Baby," Kimber moaned, "That's how you do it." Jenny moved lower, licking and sucking softly on every surface, seeking and listening, noting every sigh, every moan, and trying to memorize them so she would know how best to please Kimber. Her tongue found the slick, wet entrance to Kimber's vagina, her honeypot, and at first lick was rewarded in many ways. Kimber arched and moaned loudly, so Jenny knew it felt good, and Kimber's wetness increased, seeming to flow from inside her. Also, that wetness, lubrication, honey, had a lovely scent, and a flavor that she appreciated and left her wanting more.