Nyssa Allen examined her reflection in the mirror, scanning her own face for any sign that her no-longer-virgin status was plainly visible. But there was nothing… In her eyes she looked exactly the same as she always did, the same nine-year-old with disgusting orange hair and fat cheeks and horrible freckles and buck teeth and fat thighs. She braced her palms against the bathroom counter and leaned forward, peering critically at herself and turning her face back and forth, trying to see any change. But if there was something different, she couldn’t see it.
It feels like there’s a big sign above me, she mused to herself as her gaze slid down to her flat chest. Her tiny little nipples were still sore, feeling all twisted and pulled and achy, almost as if someone had taken a pair of pliers and clamped them on her nubbins. They did look a little redder than usual, she had to admit – normally the color of pink bubblegum, her dime-sized nips seemed to almost poke out of her chest, all dark and angry and almost on fire. But other than that nothing seemed out of the ordinary, nothing screamed to the world that she had had sex. Nothing…
Nyssa sighed and grabbed her soft, pink nightie from beside the sink, slipping it over her head and raising her arms to allow it to flutter down around her body, and then flicked off the light. The bathroom was instantly plunged into mostly-darkness, the only light from the yellow cartoon sponge nightlight mommy had plugged into the outlet next to the switch. She had insisted to Juliana that they were big girls and they didn’t need a nightlight, but she was secretly glad it was there – especially right then – as she used its tiny glow to navigate her way back to the bedroom.
Everything was still jumbled, still broken in her mind… The last clear thing she remembered was mommy telling her to get ready for bed – and then only pictures. She and Juliana in their Centurions uniforms… Soft, yummy lips on hers… A blinding pain between her legs as something tore… A wet tidal wave of something starting in her belly and rolling over every part of her being… This strange but delicious thrill she got when she shoved her sister’s face between her legs and felt her tongue slash across her stiff little clitty… The flashes and not one but two more people with her, other girls who made her feel so good…
I had sex. For some reason her thoughts kept coming back to that fact, circling around and trying to figure out just how it happened and, finding nothing to hold on to, and then returning to the one solid thing that she knew for sure. WE had sex, she corrected as she stepped into the bedroom she shared with her sister and quietly shut the door behind her. Juliana sat on the bed, her face almost a shell-shocked mirror of her own confused mask, her own pink cotton nightie draped loosely over her crossed legs. Nyssa met her sister’s stunned gaze and held it for a heartbeat before she blushed deeply and looked away, staring at her bare feet as she fidgeted at the foot of the twinned beds.
“We had sex,” Juliana whispered softly, her tone almost sad. Nyssa looked up and was alarmed to see tears flowing down her twin’s cheeks, a look of abject misery on her face. “We… had sex!”
“I know, Jules.” Nyssa quickly clambered onto the bed and enveloped her sister in a hug, squeezing her arms tight around her twin’s shoulders as the one-minute-younger girl sobbed. “But it was good, it felt good!”
“I know!” sniffed Juliana as she clutched her sister.
“I… it was weird, right, not knowing what we were doing ‘n who we were with,” Nyssa said quickly, her words tumbling out of her mouth in a desperate waterfall. “But it felt real good, ‘n I’m kinda glad we did it, ‘cause it means we’re women now!” she added as a part of her hoped that she could convince herself of that truth.
“I know, that’s not what’s wrong!” her twin sobbed.
“Then what?”
Juliana sniffed again and buried her face in Nyssa’s shoulder, her tears soaking into her sister’s nightie as she squeezed tightly. “’Cause I wanted my first time to be with someone I love!”
“Like Bonnie?” Nyssa guessed. In her arms her twin froze, and she squeezed tighter. “That’s okay, I knew you thought she was cute ‘n all, so I kinda already knew you liked her.”
“I thought I was gonna kiss her during the sleepover tonight, ‘n maybe we could kiss a lot ‘n do some other stuff, ‘n she could be my first,” her sister sobbed. “But now I’m just a… I did…”
“Hey, it’s okay!” The nine-year-old raised her twin’s face and smiled down at her sister. “You did it with me, so that means your first time was with someone you love. I mean, you love me, right?”
“When you’re not trying to embarrass me, or get me into trouble” Juliana replied with a faintly miserable smile.
“If I didn’t push you you’d never do anything,” Nyssa shot back with a kinder, gentler smile. She leaned forward and kissed Juliana, but unlike the light, sisterly busses of yesterday this one carried a lot more heat. Juliana clutched her shoulders and returned the kiss, her lips parting the same way as her own and her tiny tongue flicking forth to find Nyssa’s, her twin puffing hot, breathy moans of passion into her mouth. Almost involuntarily she felt a wetness grow in her tiny, torn-open slit, and her heart thudded in her chest as she made out with her own mirror image. After what felt like an eternity she broke the kiss with a wet smack, gasping a little to pull some air into her lungs as she tried to calm herself down a bit. “But look at it like this… ‘Cause you did stuff last night, that’ll mean that when you get together with Bonnie you’ll know everything you need to do to make her happy!”
“I… guess so.” Juliana didn’t look convinced, but her tears were stopping so Nyssa counted that as a victory. “Do you know who we did that stuff with last night?”
“Uh-uh.” The nine-year-old wracked her brain, trying to remember… One of them was a grown-up woman, she knew that much, but beyond the fact that the stranger was naked, had truly massive boobs, and eagerly used her mouth on the nine-year-old like an expert to bring the little girl to the very height of pleasure, she couldn’t recall anything else. She was aware of a few more facts about the other one – she was a cheerleader like they were, she was older, and she had the most beautiful blonde hair that the little girl had ever seen! The sight of the teenager laying back with her legs spread wide, and of Juliana hunched over lapping at the girl’s spread pussy tore a shiver from her body, and she felt herself growing even wetter at the half-memory. “I know that there were two of them, and one was a cheerleader like us ‘n the other was a grown-up, but I don’t know who they were.” She paused for a moment as she flashed back to the bullet-shaped vibrator the pair had found wedged between their mostly-nude bodies that morning, of how she almost freaked out when she remembered that the hard plastic toy had been shoved inside her pre-teen body – but at the same time secretly thrilled that was so grown up that she could take something so massive in her seemingly-far-too-small cunny! “What’d you do with that thing?” she asked quietly.
“I stuffed it in the underwear drawer,” Juliana replied, instantly knowing to what her sister was referring. Her twin shivered as well, although whether it was from fear or lust Nyssa wasn’t sure. “I didn’t want to throw it away, but we can’t just leave it sitting out like it was…” The girl nuzzled the side of her neck, and Nyssa felt her arousal growing even higher as the warm sensations flowed from deep in her belly up into her chest, causing her heart to beat faster once more. “It was in us, in our pussies…”
“That’s good, that’s smart.” She gave her twin another hot, deep, passionate kiss, another hug, and then lay back against the headboard. “So what do we do now? It’s too early to get up…”
“Can…” Juliana looked nervous, almost sick, but the nine-year-old swallowed heavily and met her sister’s gaze directly. “Can we look at some stuff on the computer? I mean…” She swallowed once more and leaned forward, an intense look on her face. “I can’t really remember all the stuff we did, but I know that it felt sooooooo good! And I wanna…”
Nyssa gave her sister a little smile and stroked the side of her neck. “You wanna find out what to do ‘cause you want it to be perfect when I get together with Bonnie?” she suggested. At Juliana’s embarrassed little blush she giggled a little bit. “Sure, okay!” As her sister smiled shyly, the nine-year-old rolled forward and crawled off the bed, the stinging ache in her little slit reminding her of what had happened last night…
“So, what do you wanna do first?”
Belinda Copperwaithe bit her lip to keep from sighing in exasperation as Ashley – or was it Lana? The two were virtually identical, and frankly she didn’t really care enough about either one to figure out which was which – once again decided not to use her brain for more than keeping her head from caving in. Stupid, stupid, she grumbled silently as she rolled her eyes to the heavens and prayed for relief. Why the fuck do I allow those two to hang out with me? “I don’t know,” she replied, slightly pleased that she kept the contempt out of her voice. She kept motoring forward, her stride steady as she charged towards the glass doors of the mall, content to move like the queen that she knew she was. “”I need to think for a bit, figure out what I want to do first.”
“That’s a good idea,” Lana – Ashley? – replied in a solemn, almost understanding voice.
“Yeah, having a plan is always a good idea,” Ashley – Lana? – echoed in an equally solemn voice.
Belinda ground her teeth together to keep from snapping, feeling the urge to simply spin and scream, shout at the twin, to rage and howl and throw the mother of all temper tantrums… but she pushed the urge down, pushed it down through her body and into her feet, into the soles of her shoes and away from her like her therapist taught her. Everything seemed to set her off lately – her parents, school, other people, everything. Sometimes she felt as though she was going to explode. Sometimes she felt as though she simply wanted to start crying. And sometimes she just didn’t want to be.
With the twins hot on her heels she hit the doors to the mall, pushing through the heavy glass portals and into the icy air of the food court. The blonde girl paused and looked around, searching for something – anything! – to take her mind off of her combination boredom/frustration, her general discontent with her life. Oh, she had all the money she could ever want, a mother who showed her independence by buying every pointless bauble that caught her eye, a stepfather who functionally ignored her while still giving her buckets of cash for no reason other than just because… but still, something was missing. Her brown orbs flicked across the fast food shops, the mostly empty tables, and the smattering of people who milled about aimlessly. Fucking losers, she sneered contemptuously as she eyed a trio of soccer moms, complete with strollers, prattling away at one table. Don’t they have fucking lives?
“Hey, Bee,” one of the twins said tentatively.
“What?!?” she hissed in annoyance.
“Look over there!”
Belinda followed the girl’s pointing finger and scowled as her eyes fell upon Laurie Pritchard. She didn’t quite know why she hated the twelve-year-old so much… Once upon a time, years ago, the pair had been friends. But something had changed, something inside of her that made her want to do nothing more than make the brown-haired girl cry, something twisted and vicious. Before it had been easy – Laurie was always a mess, with grungy clothes and messy hair and a timid, skittish personality. She had to admit that the more miserable she made Laurie, the better she felt, and it had been so easy!
But all that had changed. Something had happened to her favorite target over the summer, some sort of transformation that just caused the eleven-year-old to grind her teeth in rage. Laurie had abandoned the stained and ripped jeans for skirts and her old tee shirts for pretty blouses, and instead of an unruly mop of mud-colored hair the girl was practicing her braids. She didn’t know why, but for some reason Laurie’s transformation made Belinda even angrier, ignited a white-hot fury in her chest that just made her want to march on over and slap the girl, to start hitting her over and over and over again until she obliterated every trace of Laurie Pritchard from the planet. “What the fuck is she doing here?” the blonde girl hissed.
“It looks like she’s getting a smoothie,” one of the twins replied in a knowing tone.
“I can see that,” Belinda snapped. She steeled herself to march on over, to grab the brown-haired girl’s attention from across the food court and demand to know why she dared to think that she was good enough to breathe the same air as her – when she froze. As she watched, unbelieving, a redhead she vaguely knew from school tapped Laurie on the shoulder to gain her attention. Laurie turned and her face split into a wide smile, and the pair exchanged a quick hug as they started chatting. “Who is that?” the blonde girl muttered darkly as her verbal assault died in her throat.
“I think that’s Ronnie Glau,” one twin said.
“I think she’s on the cheerleading squad,” the other added. “Y’know, they practice in that gym outside of town.”
“I know, shut up.” The eleven-year-old ground her teeth in frustration, watching helplessly as the pair moved down the hall towards the store-part of the mall, chatting animatedly and oblivious to the glaring girl. How dare she?!? Belinda raged inside her own head – frustrated as much from her lost opportunity as from the sheer presence of the idiot twins behind her.
“Mom!” Candy called out as she knelt on the floor and winnowed her way through the pile of clothing before her. “Where’s my pink top?!?”
“Which pink top?!?” her mother’s voice floated up the stairs. “You’ve got, like, twenty!!!”
“The pink top that falls off the left shoulder!!!” the tiny gymnast howled.
“Did you check in you dresser?!?”
The twelve-year-old rolled her eyes as she tossed a pair of kinda-clean khaki shorts in the vague direction of her messy bed, and then grasped a blue-and-white check shirt. “It’s not in there!!!” she screeched back.
“Well then,” her mother yelled back, “it’s probably on the floor of that pigsty you call a room!!!”
Candy rolled her eyes yet again and humpfed, taking the opportunity to blow a few stray strands of jet-black hair out of her eyes. Her green orbs flicked over to the digital alarm clock sitting on her nightstand and flew into a panic. “I’m SOOOO late!!!” the little girl moaned to herself as she redoubled her efforts to find something to wear.
When her parents had told her that they were going to be moving to Cooperstown, a small little one-stop light town in the middle of nowhere, California (well, it was a bit bigger than that – but after being forced to leave Chicago, the only town she had ever known, and being dragged across the country away from her friends and everything, she still thought that the place was a big, fat, nothing), she hadn’t been happy. But the place was kinda nice, all forests and hills and nature-y, and the house was so much nicer than their old one, and there were a lot more girls her own age running around and she actually had a yard and a huge bedroom of her own! It took her a few weeks to find everything that interested her, and before she knew it school had started and she had made a new friend – a friend she was terrified on disappointing by showing up in an outfit that just wasn’t ‘cool enough.’
Ilise is so cool, she thought as she got moving and winnowed through the questionably clean clothing before her. If she thought I dressed like a bumpkin, I would just DIE!!! A white tee-shirt with a worn gymnast on the chest advertising a meet last year… A pair of flannel pajama bottoms that were sparklingly clean, if a bit rumpled… A pair of pink cotton panties that were way too filthy and hadn’t been washed in who the hell knew how long… “Where is it,” she muttered as she sent a cascade of garments fountaining throughout her bedroom, searching for the perfect top – the top that would let Ilise instinctively know that she was just as girly, just as cute, and just as perky as a the cheerleader was, and that the two were destined to be the best of friends!
“There it is!” she crowed in triumph as she spotted the edge of a pink crepe hem lurking beneath a sweat-stained leotard and a somewhat crusty bath towel. Eagerly snatching up the garment, she skittered over to her mirror and held the blouse up in front of her bare chest. Her jeans were already on, nice and tight and low-cut and perfect, and the twelve-year-old noted that the way her perky blouse was cut that she exposed almost half of her concave belly – not a bad thing, but rather cute. She half-turned as she regarded her reflection, her eyes critical and her face a judgmental mask. Looks good, she decided with a grunt and a nod, and with a fluid motion she raised her arms and let the thing flutter down over her skinny torso. A bit of adjustment, tug the collar down over her left shoulder, fluff it out a bit… and she nodded once more, content at her appearance.
“Now shoes…” she mumbled absentmindedly as she turned her attention to the chaotic pile of footwear in the corner. “What to wear, what to wear…” As she squatted over the haphazard mess and began to sort her shoes into matching sets (a task that, in her mind, was nigh-upon futile), she thought that it might be a good idea for her to actually clean her room.
After all, if she and Ilise became close, then her friend might visit. And if that happened, Candy didn’t want anything – anything! – to jeopardize the blonde cheerleader’s impression of her.
Besides, she mused as she picked up a ratty old tennis shoe with her left hand and a kicky wedge-heel in her right, it might make it easier to get dressed in the morning.
The sun would have been rapidly approaching the western horizon as dusk started to gather. Well, she thought as she peered out from under the umbrella and up at the sullen, annoyed, drippy London sky, that’s what I could see if I didn’t live in fucking England. It’s not that she hated her homeland… far from it. But if pressed, if she had a gun held to the back of her head and threatened with death unless she told the truth, she would have to admit that she truly loathed the fact that it never seemed to stop raining.
Ginny scowled as a fine mist wafted into her face and settled her scowl a bit deeper, dropping the bolly down another couple of inches to try to keep the moisture out of her dishwater-blonde hair, turned, and walked with a purposeful stride into the hanger behind her. Floodlights illuminated the cavernous building, throwing everything around her into sharp relief and providing more than enough light for the NCA investigators to do their work. Once in from the weather, she closed her umbrella, shook it slightly, and made her way over to the lead crime scene tech. “Anything?” she asked, her tone and clipped accent making it clear that, despite her musical voice and the faintest hint of Irish brogue, she was all business.
The portly, harried-looking technician ran his fingers through his thinning hair and scowled. “Nothing,” he replied. “I think that tip was a hoax.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she replied. She bent over the table, her cool blue eyes flicking over the packages laid out neatly before her, and tried not to feel the dismay threatening to wash over her soul. It should have been so easy… Her source had told her that the Dugan Family, the East End’s most prolific purveyors of illegal narcotics, had a shipment coming in that afternoon, so with the approval of her superiors she organized a raid on the Heathrow hanger of an independent air-shipping firm. The raid had gone off without a hitch, employees were detained, and the lab weenies went to work – only to find nothing. “It’s fairly obvious that someone tipped them off,” she added, trying oh-so hard not to sound bitter.
“If you say so.”
Ginny’s scowl grew even deeper as she heard the dubious tone in the tech’s voice, and a quick glance behind her revealed that, much like most of the men with whom she worked, he was staring squarely at her ass. Pig, she snorted to herself in disgust as she pretended not to notice. It was hard enough to get by as an officer for the National Crime Agency if you were a woman, doubly-so if you were as attractive as Ginny was, and doubly-doubly-so if you were wrong… and so far, today, she was all three. “Are you sure that…” she began.
“Officer Smythe!” a voice called from across the hanger. “I think you might want to take a look at this!”
“Double-check everything,” Gwendolyn ‘Ginny’ Smythe, NCA Officer, ordered pig-tech as she stood back upright and slipped around the table. “Make sure you didn’t miss anything.” Dismissing the grumbling man behind her, she made her way over to the small bank of personal lockers, her heels clicking on the painted concrete beneath her feet. “What do you have?” she asked the unformed constable who had called her over.
“This, mum.” Without fanfare he held out a glossy magazine to her, a magazine no different than any other in the flood of garbage being shipped across the Channel from the continent, and for a second she wondered why he was wasting her time with some European smut.
Well, this one just might be different… The title Little Lovers screamed out at her, and the cover girl – an obviously-underage girl in her early teens, dressed in a cheerleader outfit and identified as Sienna, who smiled and winked at her as she cupped her small, still-budding breasts – told her that this might be something different…
The WORST thing about all this, Sienna thought with a tiny scowl as she pedaled her bike down the road, is that my pussy ACHES!!! It was true… with every pump of her knees a tiny little twinge sparked between her legs, a near-constant reminder of what had happened the night before, a reminder that she had no idea of who or what she had actually done, nothing except fragments. She thought she might be losing her mind… and before she snapped and killed someone – or herself – she had to talk to someone, find someone who would listen and not judge and maybe, just maybe, calm her shattered brain. And after some soul-searching, she realized that that person, the only one she could trust with her madness, was Jessie.
After the fever-dream trip through the darkened streets last night, both she and Jessie had snuck into the latter’s bedroom. The fourteen-year-old sent her mother a text telling her that she was spending the night, and then she got cleaned up as best she could before slipping on a spare sleeping tee of Jessie’s and settling into bed beside her BFF… and then sobbing for what felt like hours while her friend held her in her arms, not saying a word but simply letting her cry. She had finally passed out from sheer exhaustion sometime in the dead of the night, her nightmares filled with naked little girls and the taste of pussy on her tongue and the feelings of fingers and dildos and other things being pushed into her, and when she snapped awake somewhere around dawn she felt almost sick, the once-clean tee plastered to her sweaty body and the crotch of her panties practically glued to her sore pussy lips. She was far more embarrassed at the thought of Jessie catching her like that, so she slipped out of bed, froze as the short-haired blonde snorted and rolled over – and started snoring loud enough to rattle the fillings in her molars – and then gathered her clothes to dress in the bathroom. By the time seven had rolled around she was back home, curled under the shower in a fetal position and sobbing miserably.
Eventually she ran out of tears and forced herself off the warm tile floor and under the spray. Washing her stiff, achy body actually helped a little bit, and afterwards she felt a bit more… human. Why does this keep happening to me? she wondered as she sat on the edge of her bed wrapped only in a large, fluffy towel, her hairbrush clenched in her fingers as she worked the stiff bristles through the damp, tangled mop of her golden hair. It makes no sense! I mean, I get horny just like the next girl, and I’ve gotten myself off… but WHAT is making me do more when I don’t want to? She scowled a bit, feeling the faintest flash of anger at her blank times and the sheer helplessness she felt. It’s not that I mind the sex, she grumbled as she roughly grabbed the hair on the left side of her skull and twisted it into a pigtail, nimbly working a scrunchie over the silken handful before turning her attention to the other side. But I want to decide who I fuck, and when!
She had to find out what was going on. She had to end the blank times – to drag some measure of self-control back into her life! There was only one person that she knew of, one person of whom she could trust – and after donning a pair of jeans and a breezy, airy blouse, after spending a few minutes putting on a light lip gloss and some blush and eye shadow (a girl should always look her best!), she ventured downstairs, retrieved her bike, and began pedaling…
Jessie will know what to do, she told herself as she coasted to a stop in front of her best friend’s house. She had only left it four hours before, but the mini-mansion almost looked smaller in the light of day. In fact, everything seemed more manageable – almost as if her decision to ask her best friend for help had given her back a measure of strength that she had lost. Jessie will help me stop it. Jessie will protect me! She imagined the fourteen-year-old standing before her, raging in the full-on psycho-bitch mode that she normally reserved for slacker junior squad members, facing down the shadowy figures that were doing things to her, making her do things, forcing her to act and then stealing her memories. She let her bike fall onto the grass of the front lawn and waved absently at Mrs. Appell as she pulled out of the driveway, barely acknowledging the grown-up as she let herself in the front door. It was just after ten so her friend should be awake, should be conscious enough to actually understand what she was going through. Would she understand? a small part of her mind questioned as she made her way up the stairs, a sudden flash of doubt coursing through her mind.
Sienna paused at the top of the stairs, feeling… She won’t understand, she COULDN’T understand! Her scattered, skittering thoughts pinged and panged and ricocheted around in her head, and she could feel her resolve begin to falter. Really, how could she possibly admit to Jessie that she was having sex, forced to have lots of sex by – something – and that she was a fucking pedo? I should just go, she told herself as she gnawed on her lower lip, her teeth scraping off the gloss as she fretted. Just go, don’t dump all this on her. She won’t understand, she won’t be able to help. But maybe she will. The fourteen-year-old forced herself to take one step, then another, moving down the hall towards her friend’s bedroom, towards the sliver of light beaming around the door that stood slightly ajar, her heels silent on the carpeted floor. She’s the strongest girl I know, she can help! she told herself. She WILL help, I just have to convince her!
The teenager reached the slightly-ajar door and was about to knock on the frame… but instead froze when she heard a quiet huff of exhaled breath and a quiet thump. Is she pissed? Sienna wondered. She leaned forward, pressing her eye to the crack in an attempt to see what was going on with her best friend…
She couldn’t help herself.
It had started that morning, just after she woke up. Her eyes felt gritty and there was the tiniest bit of stiffness in her joints because of her very late night the evening before, when she had packed herself up and ventured out to rescue Sienna. Her elegant friend wouldn’t stop crying, but at the same time she wouldn’t talk about what had happened. Oh, she had tried to draw the fourteen-year-old out, to convince her that it was safe for the girl to tell her the story, but Sienna wouldn’t say anything. In the end she could do nothing more than drive the pair of them through the dark suburban streets back to her house, where her friend cried herself to sleep in the bed next to her. She had fallen asleep soon after, her exhaustion bringing forth strange dreams filled with fragmented weirdness.
When Jessie finally roused herself the next morning, Sienna was gone. She sent her friend a text asking how she was, rolled out from under the sticky, sweat-stained sheets, and padded into the bathroom to relieve her bursting bladder. She didn’t bother to get changed, but instead parading around in her panties and skin-tight wife-beater tee (well, it was as close to a wife beater as she could pull off, with spaghetti straps and a low-cut front that made the most of her tiny A-cup boobs), and instead merely tossed a rather ratty robe over the outfit to give herself just a hint of modesty. Breakfast with mom (and yet another exciting, fun-filled episode of the long-running hit ‘You’re so pretty, why can’t you be a girly girl like Sienna?’), dump a load of dirty clothes in the laundry (something that, while dull and never-ending, she didn’t mind doing all that much), brush her teeth and wash her face and comb her hair (along with the obligatory tasks of check for pimples on her cheeks/cellulite on her thighs/wondering if she would ever get an ass), and then get going on her day. She skipped the pile of homework on her desk (time for that tomorrow!) and instead neatened things up – making her bed, dusting, vacuuming, making sure that all of the things on her shelves were properly aligned in their proper place. She paused for half a second to admire her cheer trophies, the eleven wood-and-fake-brass things featuring girly-girls in short skirts and pom-poms leaping and cavorting, and felt a surge of pride. I EARNED all of those! she acknowledged with a smile as she turned her attention to the next shelf down. All of them!
The thought of her cheerleading success made her think about the squad – which caused her to think about the magazine hidden beneath her mattress. Unbidden, images of Ronnie Glau flashed into her consciousness… of the twelve-year-old in her cheerleading uniform, pulling up her skirt and pulling off her top and spreading her legs and letting Jessie see her lightly-fuzzed little pussy. I’m not gay, she insisted to herself as she felt the tiniest flicker of arousal flash in her tummy, but that was fucking hot! She gritted her teeth and stood back up, surprised at just how shaky her legs had become just at the thought of the tween being slutty, and almost unbidden one hand drifted down to her own mound. I’m not gay, I’m not, she told herself… even as she slipped the tip of one finger between her thighs.
Jessie shivered just a bit and bit her lip to keep from moaning as the pad of her middle finger slid across her clit, the thin fabric of her panties doing nothing to lessen the sensation. Feels good, she acknowledged silently as she clenched her digits between her thighs and pressed, marveling yet again at just how quickly her button got hard. Another image from the magazine flashed into her consciousness, of little Ronnie wincing as she pushed a hard green vibrator up inside her asshole while she pulled open her fuzzed pre-teen slit with her other hand, and the fourteen-year-old shivered again as she felt herself slick. She leaned against the corner of her desk and spread her legs slightly, stroking herself with slow, almost lazy caresses that sent a glow of warmth oozing through her body. I wonder if I’d ever have the guts to do that, she thought as she rolled her clit, trying to imagine that it was her who was half-naked with a toy in her ass and her pussy spread wide, a wide smile on her face as she let someone take her picture. The thought of thousands of faceless guys whacking off to her body made her shiver again, and she was surprised to find herself getting even hotter.
The fourteen-year-old glanced around with distant eyes, her sapphire orbs unfocused at the combined memories of the magazine and the deliciously warm sensations roiling from between her legs, and knew what she had to do. Two steps took her back over to her bed, and with a lithe motion she rolled onto the center of the mattress, heedless of the way her body rumpled and mussed up her quilt – or the way a glancing blow of her hip against her bedside table knocked her alarm clock onto the floor. She almost sighed with pleasure as she settled back with her shoulders and head on her pillow, and stroked her stiffening clit with firm yet gentle fingers, shivering as the warm spark of her hyper-sensitive clit shot into the growing ball of tense fire deep in her belly. “Yeah, that’s it,” she whispered softly, as much to fantasy-Ronnie as to herself, “finger my cunt!” She stroked herself again, and again, and yet again, each caress against her rock-hard clit sending even more sparks into her, and she imagined that it was the tween cheerleader who was stroking her pussy, giving her the satisfaction her body craved.
It felt so good, pressing on her stiffening clit through the thin cotton of her panties! She didn’t need to see what she was doing, she knew exactly what she wanted – and she pulled her hand away for a moment. Grasping the waistband of her panties she slid the light cotton down her thighs and over her feet, tossing the no-longer-needed underwear to the floor beside her bed and exposing herself completely. She let her mind drift away, back to the images in her head, back to the explicit images of Ronnie Glau exposing herself to any who wished to look while combining them with the real Ronnie Glau from the squad, and she slid her fingers back down between her legs…
Holy shit, she’s MASTURBATING!!!
She didn’t know what she expected to see when she peeked through the slightly open door into Jessie’s bedroom, but it certainly wasn’t that. Jessie had spent some time neatening her bedroom between the time she had quietly slipped out and when she returned, but that wasn’t anything new – her BFF had always been something of a neat freak. She expected the short-haired blonde to be doing calisthenics, or maybe reorganizing her books, or maybe even snarling at her homework – but certainly not what she saw.
Sienna held her breath as she peered in, lost in the in the sheer sexual display before her, and she placed a shaky hand on the frame as she stood there on wobbly legs. Jessie lay on her bed, atop the covers, with her head and shoulders on her pillow. She had changed from her sleeping tee into a tight little tank top with spaghetti straps, a brilliant white number that almost seemed to glow in the sunlight streaming into the bedroom – and that was all she was wearing. From her navel on down she was nude, her tanned, toned body almost gleaming with perspiration from her efforts, and her legs were thrown wide as she worked the pads of her fingers against her sex. The position of the bed across from the door gave Sienna a perfect view of Jessie’s pussy – a pair of bubblegum-pink lips, slightly parted from both arousal and her stroking efforts, ready to be penetrated. Above it, barely visible behind the movements of her hand, was a light dusting of dark-golden fuzz, an almost hesitant field of pubic hair that indicated the fourteen-year-old was undergoing the blush of womanhood. It looked… perfect. It looked perfect and tasty and oh-so-hypnotizing, and she just couldn’t stop staring!
This is SO wrong, I should go… But Sienna couldn’t move, couldn’t force her feet to step away, and she felt the dull twisting deep in her belly as she found herself getting aroused by the sight laid out before her. As she watched, Jessie gasped slightly and let her thighs fall open a little wider, swirling the tips of her fingers in a tiny circular motion around her clit. At the same time her other hand fluttered up to her small A-cup breasts, her digits instinctively finding the stiff little nipple poking through the thin cotton of her top and flicking for a second before clamping down with thumb and forefinger and giving a little twist. A tiny little squeak peeped out from between her luscious lips, and then a low moan of pleasure as she moved her attention to her other nipple and twisted as well. She increased the speed of her strokes across her clit, flashing her fingertips down to the entrance of her cunny for a split-second to smear some of her girly-juices across her stiff nubbin. The sight was just so erotic, so arousing that Sienna could barely think straight… She’s so beautiful, this is so hot!!! her stunned mind babbled as she leaned a bit closer. She was dimly aware of her own hand pressing against her stiffening clit, aware at how hard her nipples had become, aware of the sounds of Jessie’s self-pleasure filling her ears and the faint, musky scent of her pussy wafting into her nostrils. “Yes, do it, fuck yourself,” she whispered, her words barely audible to herself.
Sienna knew she should leave, should just quietly slip away and pretend that she had never seen what she had seen. But… she just couldn’t. Her feet wouldn’t move, her attention would not leave its focus on Jessie’s pussy, her mind could not stop drinking in the whole of her best friend pleasuring herself. Walk away, she told herself as she slowly placed her fingertips on the door and pushed it open on silent hinges. Walk away, she repeated as she took one hesitant step, and then another, moving deeper into the room. Walk away!!! she ordered herself as she moved next to the bed, staring down at the masturbating girl with a hunger she didn’t know she possessed.
Sienna swallowed, and reached down…
Jessie knew she was pleasuring herself, that it was her fingers on her clit and that she was the one pinching her own nipples – but with her eyes closed and the images of Ronnie floating through her mind, she found it easy to pretend. It felt so good, she felt so good, that the fantasy spun easily into her consciousness, a fantasy that made it so much easier to push aside the reality of it all.
They were alone in the Centurion’s gym, only Ronnie and herself, and instead of the harsh overhead lights they were surrounded by a warm glow. The twelve-year-old looked so adorable in her cheerleading outfit, with her slim legs and flat tummy and barely-there bumps puffing out the front of her demi-sweater that it was all she could do not to instantly leap onto the girl and force her to the floor. “You haven’t been keeping your uniform in proper condition,” she said in a firm, disappointed voice.
Ronnie looked abashed, and blushed prettily as she looked down at her feet. “I know, Jessie, I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I should have known that you’d notice.”
“I notice everything,” Jessie replied. She took a step forward until she was standing right before the redhead, who raised her uncertain face and met her eyes. “If you can’t keep it neat,” she added in a low, husky voice, “then maybe you shouldn’t wear anything at all!”
“Y… yes, ma’am.” In an instant Ronnie was naked, and to her surprise Jessie found that she was naked as well. The tween took another small step forward, standing mere inches before her and staring up into her sapphire eyes with wide emerald ones of her own, and then without hesitation she leaned forward, offering her sweet, succulent lips to the older girl.
Jessie mirrored her movement and leaned forward as well, and then their lips met in a gentle, almost tentative kiss, and the fourteen-year-old whimpered slightly as she felt herself growing moist. “That’s a good start,” she growled as she broke away and stared down at the blushing redhead. “But you’re going to have to do a lot more than that to make me happy!”
“I know, Jessie,” Ronnie whispered. “Please,” she begged, stepping so close that Jessie could feel the heat of her body on her own flesh, “please, let me make it up to you!” The twelve-year-old kissed the side of her neck, and then moved a bit lower, her lips fluttering in the hollow above her collarbone, and the blonde cheerleader moaned as she felt the redhead’s fingers slip between her thighs, stroking the sensitive flesh and moving up higher, her little-girl fingers pressing against the teenagers so-hard-it-hurt clit, and she surrendered herself to the pleasure…
Jessie arched her back as she gasped, and twisted the quilt beneath her with both hands as the sensations from her clit coursed through her body. She felt hot and horny, ready to feel everything and anything slip inside her teenage pussy, to fill her up completely… Wait, that’s not my hand!!! The realization that there was someone else stroking her clit, someone else pleasuring her, caused her to stiffen as her eyes snapped open and she looked up…
It was Sienna! Her fellow cheerleader was standing over her, her light blue eyes meeting Jessie’s, her hand sliding in small circular motions between her thighs. She had gotten changed and had twisted her hair into a pair of pigtails that, for some strange reason, Jessie thought were adorable, and her golden flesh was flushed as she stared down at her. Jessie opened her mouth to speak, to apologize for being such a slut (even though she didn’t quite know why she felt the need to apologize) – when without hesitation Sienna leaned in and kissed her.
Oh GOD… Sienna’s lips felt warm and soft against her own, her breath tasting slightly of mint, and Jessie felt the hot ball of her arousal twist in her belly as her lust spiked. She relaxed and returned the kiss, sliding one hand behind Sienna’s neck to hold her close as her fellow cheerleader fingered her pussy, rolling her sensitive clit under her fingertips. The mattress shifted slightly as Sienna knelt next to her, and Jessie moaned as she felt the girl slide her hand down, pressing her palm against her clit as she pushed the tips of two fingers just inside Jessie’s warm, ready cunt. Jessie broke the kiss and threw her head back, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as she felt Sienna nuzzle her neck. “Don’t stop,” she begged, “don’t stop, keep going, I’m close, oh GOD I’m so close…”
Sienna fingered her clit, stroking and pressing and flicking the stiff little nubbin before diving down to dart into her fuck-hole with a furious aggression that actually scared the fourteen-year-old just a little bit. At the same time it made her even hotter, and she could feel the wet flow deep in her belly as she charged forward towards her orgasm. Dimly she knew the biology behind what was happening to her – that her womb was warming and readying itself, that it expected to be fully engaged in the process of reproduction – but the emotional part of her mind was in full control, and all she wanted was more, so much more of that delicious tight-tension in her belly from the lightning bolts sparking from her button! She moaned as Sienna finger-fucked her, feeling almost dizzy as she slipped her arms around the blonde girl’s shoulders and clutched her tight, heedless of how her stiff nipples grazed against her fellow cheerleader’s developing chest. And then Sienna stiffened her fingers and slipped her hand lower, piercing her girl-hole with a pair of digits that slid easily past the slick, sensitive entrance to her body and plunged deep inside of her, and she moaned in pleasure as she rolled her hips forward to give her friend even more access to her achingly needy pussy. So close, she was so fucking close…
And then Sienna’s fingers plunged into her wet slick one last time, and the tight burning ball behind her belly button exploded like a bomb, and she was cumming, cumming harder than she had ever orgasmed in her life. Involuntarily her entire body stiffened and she actually raised her hips up off the mattress, offering herself fully to those wonderful digits lodged inside of her as her cunny spasmed and tightened around them, and the wet flow in her tummy became a rushing torrent that oozed down the length of her fuck-tunnel and over the blonde girl’s hand. Her heart actually skipped a beat as she clutched her friend – her lover – to her chest, her head thrown back and her mouth stretched into a silent shriek of pleasure, and she rolled on and on as her pussy clenched again and again, once, twice, three times in rapid succession, and she thought she would just die from how good it felt, and she wished that she could feel this forever.
After an entire lifetime she felt herself coming back down, leaving her orgasmic high and returning to consciousness. She lay limp on her back, her tiny chest heaving as she gasped for air, her flesh slicked with sweat and her gaze unfocused as tiny little stars danced before her vision. She became aware again in stages – aware of the warmth of Sienna next to her, aware of the massive wet spot cooling in the quilt beneath her flat ass, aware of her blonde lover nuzzling her neck, aware of the reek of her own pussy filling the room, aware of how good it felt to have Sienna’s fingers still inside of her – and the awareness made her ashamed. “See,” she croaked, her voice low and gravelly, “I… I…”
Sienna shushed her with a slightly sticky fingertip to her lips. “Shh, it’s okay, Jess,” she whispered. She leaned in close and gave Jessie another little kiss, silencing her objections in an instant. The pixie-haired girl felt her friend pull her fingers from her pussy and tried not to moan in embarrassment as a wet sucking sound filled her ears, and then she could only watch wide-eyed as Sienna brought her gleaming fingers to mouth and ran her tongue over them. “Mmm, you taste good!” she said softly.
“Th… thank you.” Jessie couldn’t do it anymore, and she surrendered herself completely to Sienna’s attentions. Holding the back of her head she returned her best friend’s kiss, drinking deep of the sheer erotic nature of their presence on the bed, feeling far more satisfied than she had felt in ages. “I have to know,” she asked when they came up for air, “why… why did you do that? Why are you here?”
Sienna didn’t reply, but instead her smile grew wistfully as a dull pain filled her eyes. “Well,” she said softly as she rested her palm on Jessie’s flat tummy, “it’s complicated…”
The sounds of children shouting filled the air around the pair as she sat on one of the swings, and the warm afternoon sun beat down on her shoulders and back through the soft pink tee shirt glued to her body with sweat. She was uncomfortable, that much was true – but her physical discomfort was nothing compared to the strange, confusing thoughts running through her consciousness. Jennifer toed the worn earth beneath her with the tip of a pink, girly tennis shoe, a motion that set her swaying just a bit forward and backwards. “Soooooo…” she hesitated, her lips pursed and drawing out the ‘o’ sound of the word and turning its single syllable into six as she stared off into space, her mind awhirl with the bombshell that had been dropped on top of her.
“Yeah.” Patrice never lifted her face, her gaze locked on the twisting, wringing hands in her lap as she slumped in her swing. Like her younger friend the brunette had donned a pair of tight jeans and a simple tee, although hers was a light blue number promoting last year’s Regional competition – although in that moment cheerleading was the last thing on her mind. “That’s what’s going on.”
“Ilise kissed you, and you freaked out,” the ten-year-old said slowly, almost as if she were trying to wrap her mind around the concept.
“Well, I didn’t freak out exactly,” Patrice replied, stammering lamely as she tried to keep the embarrassment out of her voice. “I just sort-of…” The twelve-year-old trailed off, blushing furiously at the memory.
“You just sort-of did nothing,” Jenny supplied. “’N then when she tried to talk to you later, you kept avoiding her.”
“Yeah.”
“’Cause you were freaking out.”
“Okay, yes, ‘cause I was freaking out.” Patrice took a deep breath and exhaled, and then the words came in a jumbled torrent. “It wasn’t that I didn’t like kissing her, it was nice and all, but it was just so… sudden, it came out of nowhere, and I had no idea that she felt that way, and I just didn’t know how I felt about it, and then you came running out of the bathroom and were bouncing around getting ready, like, half-naked…”
“You were so checking out my tits,” Jenny interrupted with a little giggle.
“I was not!” Was I? I don’t think I was… “Besides, you don’t have any tits!” the brunette pointed out defensively.
“Yet. But then again, you don’t either.” Patrice was aware of the Asian girl pointedly staring at her chest, and she blushed again and hunched over in a vain attempt to minimize the tiny little puffies poking through the front of her tee. “I wasn’t staring at you, really I wasn’t,” she repeated forcefully, although she wasn’t sure if it was the truth or if she were merely trying to convince herself.
“Are you gay?” Jenny suddenly asked.
“What?” Here it comes…
The ten-year-old dug her feet into the earth and stopped swinging, grasping one chain with both hands as she leaned forward slightly and stared at her friend. “Are you gay?” she repeated, her brown eyes wide and completely innocent.
Patrice took another deep breath, exhaled, and steeled herself. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly. It felt good to say those words, felt good to admit that she just wasn’t sure if she liked boys or girls. “I never really thought about it before Ilise kissed me. I knew there were boys and girls, but I never had any sort of feelings one way or another.” Now it was her turn to kick off lightly and gently sway back and forth, her eyes unfocused on anything except the grass in front of her as she tried to decide how she felt. “Maybe it was just the kiss, making my brain go ker-plooie.”
“And maybe you’re a lesbian, and Ilise just made you realize it,” Jenny pointed out.
“Maybe. It’s all just so confusing. And she isn’t helping!” Patrice ground to a stop and matched her friend’s position, grasping the chain with both hands as she pressed her cheek against the sun-warmed metal. “I tried calling her up over the summer, but she didn’t want to talk to me. ‘N then I was kinda hoping to see her at your birthday party, but she didn’t show up…”
“Huh.”
Patrice fell silent as Jenny absorbed her words, wondering just what her friend was thinking. She probably thinks I’m a pervert or something, the brunette thought sadly as she looked around the park, at the soccer moms gossiping and the little kids running around like maniacs. She was glad that nobody wanted to play on the swings as it meant that she could be alone with Jenny and her own dark thoughts. Maybe I AM a pervert! But maybe I’m just a lezzie. Maybe I just like kissing girls. Do I like kissing girls? Do I want to kiss Jenny?
The thought came unbidden into her mind and actually gave her pause. She had never really thought about it before… she had been so focused on Ilise, so wrapped up in the chaotic mess that was her emotions, that she never really considered the idea that her blonde former-BFF would not be the only girl for her out there. She peered at the Asian girl next to her out of the corner of her eye and, for perhaps the first time, really took a close look at her. Jennifer was idly toeing the ground beneath her, twirling back and forth absentmindedly, deep in thought. Her legs were lean and thin just like hers, clad in denim that simply was, neither too tight nor too loose and fitting her frame perfectly. Her pink tee hugged her body in all the right places, wider at the shoulders and narrower at her almost-nonexistent waist, with only a few dark sweat-stains under her armpits ruining the sheer femininity of the top. Her hair was long and silky, a jet-black that almost seemed to shine in the sunlight beating down, and her brown eyes were actually the color of milk chocolate. The ten-year-old was gnawing at her lower lip as she stared at nothing and pondered the problem at hand, her gaze a million miles away as she tried to work through things in her own head. Wow, how come I never noticed how pretty she is? Patrice wondered as she glanced away for a moment before allowing her eyes to slide back onto the Asian girl and journey once more up her pre-teen body to her face. The brunette was suddenly aware of just how puffy Jenny’s lips were, just how shiny and soft and succulent they looked. I wonder what it would be like to kiss her? she mused.
“I think,” Jenny finally said, “that it’s kinda pointless to wonder if you’re gay or not.”
“R… really?” Focus! Don’t do anything stupid… “Why do you say that?” Patrice almost shook herself to stop her mental undressing of her friend – her last and only friend in the world – and to instead focus on the words she was saying.
“Well, whether you’re gay or not isn’t what’s bothering you,” Jenny explained. She twisted the swing, turning to face the brunette girl directly as she slid her hands up the chains and gripped them just above her head. “I think that you’re a lot more hurt that Ilise ‘n you haven’t had a chance to talk. I mean, you were the best of friends for so long, so when you thought she blew you off you got all upset ‘n hurt, right?”
“Right. I guess. I don’t know.” The brunette sighed and twisted her own swing, sitting face-to-face with her younger friend. “I mean, I tried calling her ‘n stuff, and she didn’t want to talk to me, so that hurt.”
“Was it that she didn’t want to talk to you?” Jenny asked. “Or was it that both of you were so freaked out about what happened that you just… I dunno,” she continued, shrugging slightly. “You guys just… didn’t.”
“Yeah. We didn’t.” Patrice felt tears stinging in the corners of her eyes, and she ran the back of her hand across her face – which only added to the stinging as she rubbed sweat into her orbs. “We didn’t, ‘n now it’s all weird and shit, and I don’t know if we’ll ever be the same again. I don’t know if we can be the same.”
“Hey, do you really want things to stay the same? Or go back to the way that they were, before?” The Asian girl leaned forward and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, the look in her eyes intense. “Right now you’re pretty sad, so you probably don’t want things to stay the same. And since Ilise kissed you you’re all, like, ‘I don’t know who I am’ ‘n shit, which is like majorly confusing for you.” Jenny sighed and gave her shoulder a little squeeze, almost as if she were trying to solve all of her friend’s problems through sheer physical contact. “I wouldn’t want to have to deal with what you’re dealing with, but I do know you can’t simply pretend like it never happened.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” Patrice reached up and placed her hand on Jenny’s feeling the warmth of the girl’s palm through the fabric of her tee. Wow, she’s SO CLOSE…
“I don’t know. What do you think you should do?” The ten-year-old paused for a moment, staring intently into her eyes… and then, slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned forward. Patrice responded in kind, instinctively leaning forward as well, shrinking the distance between the pair of them to nothing as she allowed her eyes to flutter shut. And then their lips met in a light, almost tentative kiss, and the brunette felt the electric spark of their contact arc through her body to the very soles of her shoes, coursing through her nerve endings until it sparked into a faint little warm glow somewhere between her hips. Her heart raced and it was all she could do to keep from whimpering in pleasure. She felt Jenny’s lips part so she parted hers as well, and the tips of their tongues met in the middle, soft and firm and warm and wet and oh my GOD this feels SO GOOD…
She wasn’t sure who broke off the kiss – and a part of her believed that neither one of them did, but instead they just ended it simultaneously. She swallowed dryly as she licked her lips, still tasting the Asian girl on them, and was a little please to see Jenny doing the exact same thing. At the same time she saw that the ten-year-old was just as confused, as aroused, as startled by the kiss as she was, and as she blushed she saw Jenny’s cheeks redden as well. “Wow,” she whispered as she swallowed again. “You… taste good,” she added lamely.
“So do you,” Jenny replied. “Your lips are, like… so soft!”
“I… liked kissing you.” Patrice thought she would have been terrified to make such an admission, but to her surprise she wasn’t – the words, the emotions, the sensations coursing through her twelve-year-old body felt right, felt natural, felt as though they were a true part of her being. All of her fears melted away, all of her concerns over her sexuality vanished, and instead all she felt in that moment was love, love for the pretty little Cantonese girl blushing right in front of her. “I want to kiss you again,” she whispered.
“I’d… like that.”
Jenny slid her hand up Patrice’s shoulder to the back of her neck as she leaned in once more, bringing her soft, sweet lips to the brunette’s once more, and in response Patrice slipped her hand forward until she was gently holding the Asian girl’s waist. She smelled good, she felt good – and when their lips met again she tasted good. This time the kiss wasn’t tentative, wasn’t the kiss of a pair of scared little girls – Patrice realized that this time the kiss was that of lovers, of passionate heart finally joined as one.
Everything’s changed, she thought distantly as Jenny moaned in her mouth and the warm glow behind her belly button grew larger.
“So…” Ronnie sat back against the rough bark of the tree and tried to ignore the rather uncomfortable pokes caused by the bark pressing through the thin fabric of her dress and into her back as she settled in. “You think there's some perfect girl out there for you, someone who’s sweet and cute and hot and a complete and total dyke, just waiting for you to notice her so you two can run off together ‘n be all wife ‘n wife ‘n shit? Seriously?”
Laurie almost seemed to shrink into herself a bit at the aggressive words of her new friend, slouching a bit as she curled her belly slightly while she ducked her face down and blushed. But her embarrassment only lasted for a split-second, and quickly she sat back up and met the redhead’s gaze directly, a defiant look in her brown eyes. “Yeah, I do,” she replied. “I think that there’s love, ‘n if you find a person who loves you back then you should go for it.” The twelve-year-old uncurled, extending her bare legs out from under the shade of the elm tree towering overhead into the sunlight as she planted her palms on the grass behind her and leaned back. “It’s just how I feel,” she added with a tiny shrug.
Ronnie spent a few seconds regarding the girl, her emerald eyes calculating. When she arrived at the mall that morning – literally skittering through the double-doors the second the security guard unlocked them – she hadn’t had a specific task. The dreams she had last night had been hot and raw… dreams in which she was naked, in the middle of a sea of other naked girls (none of whom actually had faces that she recognized), and they were using their fingers and tongues and bodies to get each other off. She knew that it was a dream, mainly because when she awoke that morning she was still in her pajamas and in her girl-juice-sodden bed, not off somewhere else in a different outfit as usually happened when she had one of her ‘blank times.’ But that didn’t do anything about the fact that she was so horny she could barely think straight, the nipples capping the tiny buds of her just-forming breasts so hard that they hurt and her panties soaked through, and though she fingered herself until she came in a great tidal wave of pleasure she was still horny! The mall, she decided as she swung her shaky legs over the side of her bed and tried to get her labored breathing back under control, go mall find ANYONE and just get LAID…
So she ended up doing what she usually did on Saturdays… dress as sexy as she possibly could, ride her bike to the mall, and began her hunt for some pussy. She had just started her routine – took half a second to check out the possibilities in the food court (not a whole lot, if she had to be honest), head over to Juicers to get her banana-and-strawberry smoothie breakfast (girls don’t like fat chicks!), and decide which hallways to head down. The girl before her was cute and succulent, and she spent a few seconds admiring her shapely backside beneath the frilled, pleated forest-green miniskirt, wondering how the stranger would react if she simply knelt behind her, flipped up that skirt, and let her tongue do a bit of exploring – when the brunette turned around, and she found herself face-to-face with Laurie from cheerleading. A few words, a quick hug, and she made a new friend! The mall turned out to be boring, so they decided to lounge in the warm late-summer air under a tree beside the mall, somewhat out of the way and somewhat private, a perfect place to discuss love… and sex.
“Huh.” Ronnie squirmed a bit and flipped the tips of her crimson pigtails over her shoulders to the front so that she wasn’t leaning against them and extended her legs as well. “Well, I don’t think there’s any such thing,” she replied. The twelve-year-old snorted and flipped the hem of her skirt down over her thighs as she settled into place. “Love is just what you tell yourself when you’re hornier than fuck ‘n wanna get laid, it goes away after you get off.”
“No, that’s wrong!” The redhead was surprised at just how emphatically Laurie disagreed with her, and actually started a bit at the girl’s vehemence. “There’s love, ‘n it’s real.” The brunette sighed and lay down fully, folding her hands behind her head as she stared up at the leaves above. “There’s love, ‘n there’s sex,” she explained. “Sex is okay. I mean,” she elaborated with a tiny blush, “I’ve had sex, ‘n it’s nice and all, but afterwards I just feel so… I feel like I’m a…”
“You feel like a total slut?” Ronnie interjected with a grin.
“Yeah! Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Laurie quickly added. She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her palm, staring intently at her new friend. “I mean, I’ve had sex a lot of times, ‘n yeah it feels good ‘n all, but… But that’s like…” The tween sighed and struggled to find the proper words. “It’s good, but it’s dirty at the same time,” she finally managed to say. “I think that if you do it with someone you love, then it’s good but it’s not dirty, which makes it better. Y’see?”
“Well, I’ve done it lots of times too,” the redhead replied. “And I like it when it’s dirty!” Her green eyes unfocused just a bit and a faint smile curled her lips as she thought back to all the times she had random hookups, all the different pussies she’d tasted, all the random, anonymous girl and women with whom she had gotten off. “I mean, I get so fucking wet when some girl I don’t know just pushes me down and makes me use my tongue to get her off…”
“Did you…” Laurie blushed and looked nervous and for a moment Ronnie thought that she was going to chicken out, but to her surprise the brunette rallied and pressed on. “Do you remember your first time?”
The question surprised her. “Yeah!” she replied. She blushed a little bit and leaned forward, lowering her voice to prevent any eavesdropping. “Well, kind of… Y’know how when you’re ready to have sex, you kinda get all confused ‘n lose time?”
“Yeah!”
For some reason Laurie looked relieved, almost as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Weird… “Okay, well, I don’t remember all of it,” Ronnie continued. “But I remember that I was doin’ stuff with my mouth, ‘n someone else was doin’ stuff to me, ‘n it felt real good.”
“Did you cum?” the brunette asked with a faint blush of her own.
“Oh yeah,” the redhead replied with a wicked smile. “I came so hard ‘n so much it almost made up for the fact that my cheer uniform was so stained ‘n dirty that I almost had to buy a new one!” Ronnie crossed her legs and leaned even closer, letting her pigtails dangle down almost to the grass as she spoke softly. “But it doesn’t really matter if you’re in love or not. The more you get off, the less often you lose time. It’s biology,” she concluded with a smile. “Either you do something on your own and get off, or your body decides it wants to get laid and takes over.”
“That… makes sense, I suppose.” Laurie looked a bit troubled as she thought about it, and Ronnie was pleased to see her nod slightly. “I mean, I’ve been trying really hard not to do sex stuff…”
“Like a prude.”
“Like a prude,” the brunette acknowledged with a little smile of her own. “So, I guess my body has been making me go out and get laid. That explains all my blank times.” Laurie’s smile widened as she leaned forward as well. “And I so know what you mean about dirty clothes! I wouldn’t mind it so much if it were all my ratty old stuff…”
“I know! But no, it’s always gotta be our cheer uniforms, or our favorite dresses…”
“Do you wake up sometimes wearing stuff you’ve never seen before?”
“Uh huh!” Ronnie took another look around to see if anyone was paying attention, and then leaned forward until her face was only inches away from Laurie’s. “I once woke up wearing someone else’s panties,” she whispered. “’N they weren’t clean!”
“Ewwww!” As Laurie collapsed in a fit of giggles Ronnie was struck at how cute her fellow cheerleader actually was, at how the little girl didn’t seem to realize sheer magnetism she seemed to radiate when she wasn’t acting shy and reserved. “That is so gross!!! I only got a schoolgirl outfit, never got anyone else’s panties!”
She didn’t know why she did it… there was absolutely no reason for her to do it. Maybe it was Laurie’s easy demeanor, or maybe it was her wide, expressive mocha eyes, or maybe it was the chestnut braid coiled in the grass behind her. Maybe it was the warm late summer day, maybe it was the frank sex talk, or maybe it was her burning, seemingly constant need. But for some reason that escaped her Ronnie leaned forward and brought her lips to the brunette’s, sharing a gentle, almost tentative kiss. Laurie stiffened for a moment but then relaxed, and her fellow cheerleader returned the kiss with one of her own while murmuring a tiny little whimper of pleasure. It didn’t last long, wasn’t a deep, passionate soul kiss like she gave and received when locked in the throes of lust with some strange woman – but it was sweet and light and oh-so tender. She tastes good, a tiny part of her brain noted as she broke the kiss and moved back a few inches.
Laurie blushed and smiled a tiny little half-embarrassed smile as her cheeks flushed a bit and her eyes sparkled. “T… Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome.” Ronnie slipped in and graced Laurie’s lips with another quick peck, and then sat back again. “So anyway, it’s biology,” she continued, intent on returning to the subject at hand. “You either go out and get laid, or you try to resist and your body makes you go out. If’n you do it yourself, you get to control who you eat out, but if not you don’t have a choice – it’s, like, the first available pussy.”
“I get that ‘n it makes sense,” the brunette replied as she sat up as well, mirroring the redhead’s cross-legged seated position. “But what about love?
“What about it?”
“Well, I mean…” Laurie paused for a second as she tried to gather her thoughts, fiddling with the end of her braid with nervous fingers as her gaze grew distant. “Sex feels good, I suppose – I mean, I never remember it, just remember all the stuff after and how I feel…”
“Wait a minute,” Ronnie interrupted. “You’ve never actually done it yourself?” The brunette didn’t respond but instead blushed deeply and looked down at the grass in front of her, and the redhead leaned forward and placed a gentle hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Oh, man, it’s way hotter when you do it yourself instead of doin’ stuff ‘cause your body makes you do it!”
“It is?”
“Oh, yeah.” The redhead fell silent as she reminisced, remembering some of her favorite encounters with women old enough to be her mother and girls several years younger than her, and allowed a small smile to cross her lips. With a visible shiver she shook herself out of her semi-daze and dragged her attention back to the here-and-now… only to see Laurie with a similar far-away look in her eyes, a tiny frown curling down the corners of her glossed lips as she considered. It was a familiar look – not to her, of course, but one she’d seen on the faces of other girls. “You’re hot for someone,” she accused softly, gently, taking a shot to see if she was right.
Laurie didn’t immediately reply, but as she registered Ronnie’s words her cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson and she looked away. “Yeah,” she finally managed to stammer out.
Well, well, well… “Who?” The brunette didn’t answer, but instead blushed deeper and seemed to shrink a bit, becoming smaller, almost as if she wanted to melt into the ground to escape her embarrassment. “Okay, you don’t wanna say who, I get it,” the redhead said. “I think it’s stupid, but who am I to tell you how to feel? If you believe in love, then you’re in love. You don’t have to tell me, but I can tell that you’re hot for someone but don’t know what to do. Right?”
Laurie swallowed heavily and peered up at her from under her long lashes, her brown eyes holding a skittish look. “R… right,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.
“Well, don’t worry about not knowing,” Ronnie said with a tiny musical laugh. “I’ll help you!” She leaned forward and placed a gentle hand on Laurie’s, smiling widely with just a hint of wickedness. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be able to get any girl you want!”
It was late… like, really, really late. Bonnie wasn’t sure what time it was exactly, but the darkness and her own tiredness told her that it was far too late to be awake. As she lay in her sleeping bag the eight-year-old felt the sheer exhaustion roiling through her body – from her gritty, achy eyes, to the fuzzyness in her head, to the almost weakness in her arms and legs, everything told her that she should be fast asleep as usual. But, because of the images floating through her mind, she just couldn’t.
They were NAKED, she thought as she rolled over onto her side and curled up in a tiny half-ball, and they were DOING STUFF. The beginning of the sleepover had been wonderful – in fact, she had had the best time that she could remember in along time! Her mother had dropped her off at Nyssa and Juliana’s house late that afternoon, and while the two moms had talked quietly at the door the three little girls raced upstairs to lay out the brunette’s stuff. The twins helped her unroll her sleeping bag on the floor between their twin beds, had arranged her pillow and pink plastic backpack just-so, and then they set to gossiping about everything and anything… but mostly about the other girls at school and on the squad.
“I heard,” whispered Nyssa in a quiet, giggly voice, “that Leila actually did stuff with a boy!”
Bonnie knew to whom the redhead was referring – she had seen Leila Logan around the practice gym, and had heard Brooke mention her in passing – but she didn’t actually know the fellow eight-year-old. Still, gossip was gossip, and she leaned in close to hear more of the juicy information. “What sort of stuff?” she asked in a conspiratorial tone.
Nyssa glanced at her twin and then shrugged. “Dunno. I just heard that from Jenny Lin, that’s all I know.”
“Probably she’s getting all kissy face ‘n stuff like that,” Juliana added, puckering her lips and blowing tiny little kisses into the air.
“Well, Brooke hasn’t said anything about her that I’ve heard,” Bonnie added, “’n I don’t know her, so I can’t say. But what about that Belinda girl?”
“Belinda who?” Juliana asked.
“What about Belinda?” Nyssa asked excitedly at the same time, and both she and her sister leaned in close.
“Belinda Copperwaithe,” the brunette replied with a wicked grin. “She’s that bitch who’s always running around with that big monster Helga. They graduated last year, and are now up at Jane Addams Middle School. Well, I heard that she actually cornered Laurie Pritchard in one of the bathrooms last year, ‘n they made her drink out of the toilet!”
The twins exchanged a glance, and then they nodded. “I think we were there for that,” Nyssa said.
“Well, we didn’t see it,” Juliana added.
“But they cornered her, back before Laurie joined the squad.”
“We were gonna pee, but when we saw them all in the second floor girl’s bathroom we went downstairs.”
“’N Belinda was all like, ‘You’re a worthless slug,’ ‘n Laurie was all crying ‘n stuff.”
“She is a major bitch,” Juliana concluded with a fierce nod.
“But why is she such a bitch?” asked Bonnie, clearly confused.
The twins exchanged another glance, and Nyssa replied. “Well, she’s just pretty bitchy,” Nyssa replied with a shrug.
“And she really hates Laurie, always calling her poor ‘n shit,” Juliana explained. “She has, like, a major bitchiness for her.”
“Weird!” the brunette concluded. The conversation then turned to other girls and other scandals, and the twin’s secrets – even if they might not have been totally true – gave Bonnie a little bit of a thrill. When her mother called up the stairs she absentmindedly said goodbye, so intent on the gossip and giggling and the sheer pleasure of having friends! For the next couple of hours (but what felt like mere minutes) they tried on different outfits and played ‘amateur fashion model’ for each other, and Juliana actually told the eight-year-old that she could borrow her own pink princess pony tee!
Dinner was – something, she couldn’t quite remember nor did she care what it was – with the girls and their mother. Paula Allen was young, looked way too young to have a couple of girls as old as Nyssa and Juliana, a pale grown-up with long flowing red hair and large boobs. The woman seemed almost nervous, unsure of how to handle not only her own daughters but their friend, but she had done her best and Bonnie thought that she was a wonderful hostess (as her mother might have said). Nyssa whispered some information to her when her mother went to retrieve the popsicles for dessert, of how Paula had been only fourteen when she had the twins and how she had busted her ass to give them a decent life – and the brunette had a bit more respect for the slightly-harried woman when she returned.
After dinner Paula had gone off into her bedroom to do – something – while the girls got down to the real, secret reason for the sleepover… learning about kissing! “So how do we find out?” Bonnie asked as she slipped out of her clothes and grabbed her pajamas, standing comfortably in nothing but her white panties. “What do we search for?”
“Mmm…” Nyssa was seated at the computer on the desk right next to one of the beds, already in her pink cotton nightie and ready to research. The brunette glanced over at Juliana as she slipped her pajama top over her shoulders and saw the redhead staring at her, an odd look in her eyes – but when Bonnie looked directly at her the girl blushed and turned away, working the snap on her jeans as she too began to get ready. “How about ‘girls kissing’?” Nyssa suggested.
Bonnie pulled up her bottoms and tied the loose drawstrings, securing them around her waist as she slipped over and sat on the edge of one of the beds. “Yeah, that’s sounds like it might work,” she nodded as she started to work a brush through her long black hair. “Try it!”
Nyssa tapped for a couple of seconds, and then reared back in her chair in shock. “Whoa! There’s, like, a kajillion pictures!” The redhead clicked on one and leaned forward a bit, staring intently at the image before her.
“Lemme see!” The brunette half-leaned over, one hand gripping and twisting half of her hair as the other stretched out a small band and slipped it around her locks, all while she peered at the screen with wide eyes. Nyssa leaned back a bit as she turned the screen, and Bonnie’s blue eyes widened as she took in the photo. “Wow…” On the screen were two girls, both older than she was – if she had to guess, they were around Brooke’s age. One was a thin Asian girl with small boobs, while the other had long, luscious black hair like hers. The pair held each other in their arms, their eyes closed and their mouths slightly parted as they kissed, and as she leaned forward and stared, mesmerized by the image, she could see the tips of their tongues touching. “Pretty…” she almost whispered.
“Wow,” Juliana echoed as she joined the brunette on the bed. Bonnie was dimly aware that the twin had pulled on a pink nightie that was exactly the same as her sister’s, playing up their identical nature – although unlike Nyssa’s loose, almost tangled mane of deep red hair, Juliana had pulled hers back into a ponytail. “They look…”
“She’s got hair like yours!” Nyssa pointed out.
Bonnie didn’t respond but merely blushed – she had just been thinking of that! “Try another picture,” she suggested instead. Nyssa clicked a couple more times and brought up a new image – this one featuring two blonde girls, one with short hair and the other with twinned braids, on the floor in what looked like a den. The short-haired girl was on her back and only wore a tiny bra over her small boobs and panties that looked like they were made of string, while the braided girl knelt over her in nothing but a pair of red underwear – although from her position the eight-year-old couldn’t see anything but smooth back. Like the first one they were kissing, their mouths open and their tongues touching. “They’re older than us,” she noted blandly, not trusting herself to say anything else.
“They look like Sienna ‘n Jessie’s age,” Juliana whispered, practically in her ear. “They have boobs!”
“Lemme try something.” Nyssa hunched over the computer and typed furiously. “I’m gonna try ‘little girls’ and ‘kissing.’ Maybe we’ll find something good there!”
“Add in ‘eight years old’ and ‘nine years old’ too,” her sister suggested.
“Good idea!” Nyssa typed a bit more and then scanned the page. “Whoa!” she exclaimed. “There’s, like, even more pictures!” She clicked on one and leaned back to give the other two a good look.
Bonnie was enthralled at the image floating in front of her gaze… On the screen were two little girls, a Latina girl with long, tangled black hair and a tiny little blonde girl with a pixie haircut, both about her own age! The blonde girl didn’t have a top on but that was okay – the Latina girl was reaching under her arms and had her hands over her flat chest, hiding her friend’s nipples. The two were kissing as well, their mouths open and their tongues touching, and for some reason the eight-year-old felt almost hot and sweaty, almost as if she had a fever. “That’s…” She swallowed heavily, suddenly aware of how dry her mouth actually was and how hard her nipples had become (which was weird, ‘cause it wasn’t even cold!), and tried to talk without squeaking. “Let’s see some more,” she said, almost as if she were in a trance.
For the next hour the trio had flipped through pictures, and each one had been even hotter than the last. A redhead girl in a pretty lace thing was being kissed by a teenager who actually had small boobs, their hands pulling up the hem of the nightie to show off the girl’s tiny little white panties… Two girls even younger than Bonnie and the twins in skimpy bathing suits that showed off most of their bodies, half-floating in a backyard wading pool as they kissed… Two little girls almost unrecognizable because their messy brown hair was all over and concealing their faces, totally bare butt naked and who had their hands in each others’ dirty places… A totally naked white girl kissing a black girl, while another black girl put her tongue on one of the white girl’s nipples… “Whoa!” she suddenly exclaimed when the latest picture flashed up on the screen.
“Wow!” echoed Juliana.
Nyssa didn’t say anything, but she too was staring at the screen, her mouth hanging open and a faint flush coloring her cheeks as she sat enthralled. There were three little girls in the photo, two with long, dark red hair and the third with silky black hair. It wasn’t of the trio staring at the screen with their mouths hanging open, of that Bonnie was sure – the girls looked nothing like the three of them! But still… They were about the same age, well below ten-years-old, and while the girls in the picture had hair darker than the twins (and were so not twins!) the resemblance was striking. And the black-haired girl looked nothing like Bonnie, with buck teeth and blue eyes and these incredibly tiny little lumps puffing up her nipples, but her hair was almost exactly the same as the eight-year-old’s. It was the fact that there were two redheads and a black haired girl in the picture, so similar to the three enraptured girls in the bedroom, and all three of them were totally naked, and the black-haired girl was kissing one of the redheads while the other one had her mouth in the black-haired girl’s dirty place…
“Oh my Gawd,” Juliana whispered. “It’s us!”
“It’s so not us,” Nyssa replied in a distracted tone, her eyes never leaving the screen. “They don’t look anything like us!”
“They’re kissing each other,” Bonnie mumbled as she stared at the three-way before her eyes. She felt hot and sticky, almost as if she had a fever, but she didn’t feel sick. Still, something was wrong – something deep in her belly, below her tummy and right around her belly button, felt all twisty and hard, almost as if there was something there inside her body pushing aside her guts. “They’re kissing,” she repeated dumbly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nyssa glance at her and then at her sister, but the redhead didn’t say anything.
“That’s…” Juliana stammered, her voice practically right next to her ear and so close that it actually caused her to jump a bit. “I… We should go to sleep, I’m really tired,” she said quickly.
Nyssa faced her sister once more, a strange, almost disappointed look on her face. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Uh huh!”
“Well… okay.” The nine-year-old turned off the computer and the trio got themselves situated, with Juliana in one bed and Nyssa in the other and Bonnie in her sleeping bag in between. They tried talking a bit more but it was weird, way to strange, and everything sounded lame. Those girls were KISSING, the brunette kept thinking, her thoughts returning to the images now lodged in her mind. ‘N doing OTHER STUFF! To EACH OTHER!!! Eventually they turned out the lights, and Bonnie just lay there, her mind awhirl with the possibilities for what felt like years…
She sensed a motion and opened her gritty eyes, and saw Juliana kneeling on the floor beside her, looking down at her with wide eyes that almost glittered in the soft light of the lamp next to the desk. Wait, when did we turn on that light? she wondered. She thought that they turned everything off, but there it was, glowing softly. Juliana leaned over, and Bonnie froze, confused as to what was happening… and then she just lay there, her heart pounding in her chest, as the nine-year-old lifted the zipper edge of her sleeping bag and slid inside with her. The girl didn’t say a word, didn’t ask permission – she just did it, and Bonnie let her. Why am I letting her do this? she asked herself as she swallowed dryly. Everything in her head was fuzzy, filled with cotton that made it hard to think, and Juliana’s delicate smell certainly didn’t help!
The brunette felt her heart pound in her chest, racing as she stared into the green eyes before her. She wasn’t sure why she was so excited, nor why she wasn’t frightened – certainly, she didn’t usually experience a nine-year-old girl climbing into bed with her in the middle of the night! Why aren’t I scared? she wondered. But she wasn’t, and the fact that she wasn’t frightened made her more nervous than the closeness of the redheaded girl. “Wh… what’s up?” she asked in a quiet voice as she squirmed back a bit to make room.
Juliana smiled at her, a gentle, almost shy smile. “I was thinking about the stuff we saw earlier,” she said in a soft voice. “And… I want to kiss you.” She snuggled in a bit closer, and the eight-year-old was suddenly aware of how warm the redhead girl’s body actually was, how her heat just seemed to burn right through the thin fabric of her pajamas. “Can I please kiss you?” she asked, her words almost begging.
There was a flash out of the corner of her eye, a brilliant blast of light that lasted less than a second, so quick that Bonnie wasn’t even sure that it happened. Juliana was so close to her, her bare thigh pressed against her cotton-covered leg, the warmth of her breath actually washing over her face, her eyes containing a shy, almost tentative look that she found so sexy for some strange reason, and she couldn’t actually think of a reason to say no… “Yes,” she whispered back as she slid a hand around the girl’s hip, her palm sliding across the thin cotton almost effortlessly until it was pressed into the small of her hip. “Please, kiss me,” she begged, pleaded, as she wormed forward and pressed her body against the redhead’s.
As her lips met Juliana’s she felt an electric shock course through her body, a spark that shot from her mouth down past her chest and into her tummy, into that little ball of roiling fire that felt so warm and wonderful! She tastes good, Bonnie thought, and she murmured happily as she tasted the minty toothpaste on her friend’s breath. She slid her hand to the back of Juliana’s neck with the palm of her hand and holding her close, all while she felt the redhead’s fingers sliding down her body, slipping lower and lower, darting beneath her pajama top and stroking her hip, before sliding down further and worming beneath the elastic of her panties. She’s TOUCHING me! the eight-year-old realized with a shock as the world around her flashed, and she realized that it was good, it was wonderful, and she was happy to feel Juliana touching her there, sliding down over her hairless mound, just inches above her flower.
The world flashed again and there was another figure on the other side of her, and she reluctantly broke her kiss with Juliana and turned to see Nyssa beside her sleeping bag. Sometime during the night she lost her nightie and was kneeling there, peering down at her sister and Bonnie, totally naked except for a small, tight pair of pink cotton panties around her hips. She opened her mouth to say something when Nyssa leaned down and kissed her as well, and the brunette moaned slightly as she tasted the different-yet-the-same taste of the other twin, all while Juliana was planting tiny little butterfly kisses on her throat. She was dizzy, so confused, but so sure that everything was wonderfully all right, but what was she doing? Nothing made sense. What’s going on here? she wondered as Juliana began to unbutton her pajama top.
There was another flash and suddenly the twins were naked, both of them identical except for a tiny little mole that Juliana had just above her flower that Nyssa didn’t, and she wanted to be naked too! “Yes,” she whispered to the unasked question, moving her arms and legs and helping Juliana untie the tie holding up her bottoms while Nyssa pulled off her top. They’re naked, so I should be naked too! It made sense to her, perfect sense, and as Nyssa stroked her bare side Juliana returned her lips to hers, and the heat in her tummy spiked and everything was wonderful, and she was almost naked too, just like those girls in the pictures!
Juliana’s kisses were driving her crazy, making her weak, making her so confused that she almost couldn’t tell what was happening. The redhead rolled her onto her back as Nyssa worked her panties down her legs, and the eight-year-old was only too happy to let the girl strip her bare. And then she felt a hot wash of breath across her chest and she squeaked in surprise as a pair of lips encircled one stiff little nipple and sucked! “Oh yes!” she moaned, throwing her head back and gasping for air as Juliana moved down to her neck and Nyssa nipped at her nubbin, “yes, yes, yes!” Flashes were filling her eyes, brilliant sparkles that added to her state, and she felt one twin move down to her chest while the other moved up the other side of her neck. She rolled her brown eyes and met Nyssa’s love-filled green orbs, and then she was kissing the other girl, their tongues fencing in each others’ mouths while Juliana flicked her nipple with the tip of her tongue.
While Nyssa’s lips were pressed against hers, Bonnie felt Juliana moving down her body. The nine-year-old gave each one of her stiff little nipples another little lick, and then she kissed the bottom of her chest, and then her tummy, and then her belly button. The brunette froze for a second when she felt the girl’s hands pressing against the inside of her thighs but then she remembered the photo, the image of the black-haired girl kissing one girl with red hair while another kissed her dirty place, and she realized that it was beautiful, it was natural – it was something that she wanted oh-so much! She relaxed and let her legs fall open, and Juliana kissed her on her mound, and then lower, and then she felt tiny fingertips spreading her tiny little slit apart, and when she felt the twin’s tongue slip up inside of her she arched her back and moaned into Nyssa’s mouth, a deep, almost animal moan that scared her more than a little bit.
Nyssa broke their kiss, holding Bonnie tight as the eight-year-old squirmed as Juliana lapped at her pussy, and nuzzled her neck. “She’s eating your cunny!” the redhead whispered. “She’s going to make you a grown-up woman! Do you want that?”
Bonnie didn’t know, couldn’t know – everything was so strange and confusing, from the flashes in her eyes and the sensations shooting from between her legs, the scent of Nyssa’s little-girl body and the sound of her own labored breaths, it was all driving her mad! But it felt so good, so wonderfully good, so perfectly, wonderfully good… “Yes, I want more,” she moaned, letting one hand slide down her nude body to stroke the top of Juliana’s head. “Give me more, please!”
Nyssa smiled and kissed her again, and Bonnie let her eyes flutter shut as she feasted on the twin’s lips. Down below she felt Juliana’s tongue slide up her slit once, twice, three times, before the nine-year-old moved her lips up higher, up to her little sensitive button, and the brunette gasped as she felt the girl suckle her nubbin and send even more sparky shots of electric pleasure shooting into her tummy. Something firm yet soft squirmed against the entrance to her flower, and distantly she realized that the twin was pushing her fingers into her slit, slowly, gently pressing deeper and deeper. She felt the fingers reach her cherry and lightly press, and she squirmed a bit in discomfort as the pressure increased, grew harder, harder still… and then there was a sharp, tearing pain as her virginity was torn away and Juliana’s fingers slid all the way inside of her! She sobbed in Nyssa’s mouth as tears sprang into the corners of her eyes, but the agonized pain was instantly replaced with pleasure, a warm, wet delicious feeling as Juliana slowly and gently pumped her fingers in and out, in and out of her torn flower, and her hips responded, rolling in time to the thrusts, and she was hot and dizzy and it felt so good!!!
The eight-year-old surrendered herself fully to the sensations flowing from between her legs, sensations generated by the delicate tongue of Juliana fluttering against her tiny button and the twinned fingers squirming and twisting and slowly, delicately pumping in and out of her no-longer-virgin cunny, sensations that flicked little sparks of heat into the warm, tight ball of pleasure in her belly which grew larger and larger with each passing second. She allowed her arms to slide to the side and lay back fully to rest her head on her pillow, and she sighed softly as the heat coursing through her body melted the last of her resistance. A slight movement near her caused her to open her eyes, and she saw Nyssa, the nine-year-old nude and beautiful and flushed with her own excitement, standing above her. Bonnie’s eyes were instantly drawn to the dark, slick-looking slit between her friend’s thighs and especially to the tiny pink nub that peeked out from the front end, and she almost moaned in happiness as the redhead slowly, gracefully lowered herself over her face, holding herself upright on trembling legs as she squatted over her. It just seemed to happen instinctively… Bonnie slid her fingers up Nyssa’s smooth thighs and stretched open her pussy, taking a heartbeat to admire the wet, pearly-pink gleam of the pre-teen’s inner flesh, before she buried her tongue inside her fellow Centurion. Nyssa stiffened for a moment and squeaked a little sob of surprise as her tongue wormed deep and she found the girl’s stiff little button with one thumb, but the redhead relaxed and leaned forward, allowing Bonnie to breathe through her nose as she feasted on the succulent cheerleader above her.
As she tasted Nyssa’s sour and musky taste on her tongue she felt the little girl grab a huge handful of her hair and pull, the sharp stinging in her scalp tearing a moan of pained pleasure from her lips. At the same time Bonnie could feeling the roiling waves of ecstasy coursing through her belly as Juliana suckled on her tiny, stiff clit and wormed a third finger inside her already-stuffed-full, no-longer-pure flower. It was filthy and wonderful, nasty and delicious, and the eight-year-old was so confused and so sure of everything and nothing! This is good this is right this is WRONG oh God oh God OH GOD… A part of her wanted to stop, but another stronger part wanted to keep going, to feel this wonderful sensation forever, wanted to just stay in the flashing lights and the probing fingers and the lapping tongues for the rest of her life. And then Julie’s other hand slid down lower, down past her pain-filled girl-slit to her ass, and she almost screamed in shock as she felt the tip of a tiny little finger slip between her cheeks and push against her tight, puckered little asshole, forcing open the tightly-shut iris and sliding inside of her butt and oh my GOD it felt SO GOOD!!!
It came so fast that she didn’t even realize it was happening until after it was far too late for her to do anything about it… The sparking tingle from the tip of her cunny suddenly flared and shot hot, electric bolts of pleasure straight into the warm ball in her tummy, which grew hotter and harder and suddenly exploded! The eight-year-old stiffened hard, her legs tightening around Juliana’s head to keep that wonderful lapping tongue in place while she felt her butt jump up off the floor as she raised her hips. Her belly clenched and she felt ashamed as a warm wet gush shot from her slit and for a second she thought that she was peeing right in the redhead’s face, but that was replaced almost instantly with the understanding that it was girly-cum, she was cumming, that she was experiencing her very first orgasm ever, and she had the pretty and sweet and delicious twins to thank for it! Her tummy clenched even tighter as her world shrank to the fiery explosion right behind her belly button, the coursing electricity shooting from the button between her legs, and squirming, probing finger in her poo-hole, all of it combining to force her from a little girl to grown up woman. She couldn’t think, couldn’t rationalize, couldn’t do anything but allow the wave of her orgasm to crash over her, to become a creature of pure sexual pleasure and emotion, and she felt nothing but waves of sexual bliss and love warring in her soul for her new best lovers. Oh GOD this is perfect…
As she trembled on her sleeping bag and simply felt Nyssa suddenly stiffened above her, her thin little-girl thighs clamping around Bonnie’s head as she hunched over. Bonnie felt a momentary flash of pain as the redhead’s knees slipped a bit and yanked at her pigtails, but she didn’t care, couldn’t care as a second, stronger wave of orgasmic ecstasy shot from her cunny through the fiery ball and into her brain. The soft, silky girl-flesh inside the redhead’s slit twitched and shifted beneath her tongue, and suddenly a warm, musky juice was dribbling onto her lips, and the eight-year-old just knew that Nyssa was cumming, that she had made Nyssa come with her tongue, and that the dribble was her girl-stuff from her orgasm. She drank deep of the nine-year-old, suckling on her pre-teen cunny until the girl collapsed atop of her prone form, her pale, thin body trembling and quivering as the pair roiled through their simultaneous orgasms, becoming a single thing, a Bonnienyssa or a Nyssabonnie or something without a name that was just pure lust, that existed just to cum over and over and over again.
The pair collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Nyssa was the first to rouse herself and she rolled off Bonnie as the brunette tried to return to her own mind, arching her back slightly as she gasped for air. She looked down her body and saw Juliana kneeling between her splayed legs, her own fingers furiously frigging her own cunny. “Horny!” the redhead softly whined in a plaintive voice as she rolled onto her flat backside, her words punctuated by the squishes emanating from her sopping slit as she used two stiff digits to finger her own tiny clit. “It’s my turn now!”
The eight-year-old was about ready to volunteer her services, to offer her mouth and fingers to Juliana to satisfy the girl’s desperate urges, but before she could say a word a soft, melodic woman’s voice cut through the mist covering her senses. “I’ll take care of your sweetheart,” the grown-up promised.
Bonnie slid across the floor as she managed to force her weak legs to push her away, as Juliana lay down fully onto her back and threw her legs wide, pulling her knees all the way up to her armpits in an attempt to provide as much access to her drooling pre-teen slit as possible. Another person joined the sex-crazed pre-teen on the floor, an adult woman with rounded hips and large, full breasts, her red hair a shade darker than the twins’. As Bonnie managed to sit up she was dimly aware that the woman was Paula Allen – Juliana’s own mother, who was in that moment certainly not acting very motherly as she slid a pair of stiff fingers into her nine-year-old daughter’s hairless slit and latched onto the girl’s clit with her lips. It was wrong, but it was right – and she realized she didn’t really care all that much, but instead wanted nothing more than to bask in the aftershocks of her first-ever orgasm while watching the mother-daughter floor routine before her wide, hungry gaze.
“So good!” she heard Nyssa whisper, and she felt so much love for the redhead as she leaned against the nine-year-old’s body and let the girl wrap her arms around her. She felt so much love for both of them that it made her dizzy. Everything was wonderful, everything felt so good everything was perfect! “You made me cum, it felt so good!” the nine-year-old repeated, her voice dazed and her words almost unbelieving. Bonnie didn’t answer, but instead tore her gaze from Paula spreading her daughter’s cunny with her fingers and running her tongue up the moaning, writhing Juliana’s cunny and nuzzled the side of Nyssa’s neck. “Oh God, don’t stop!” the redhead moaned as she tightened her grip around the brunette’s body. “You’re getting me wet again!”
As the eight-year-old leaned back into Nyssa’s arms, their nude, sweaty bodies pressed together and the scent of their freshly-climaxed bodies comingling in the air around them, Bonnie felt a sense of contentment wash over her soul. She nestled against the redhead’s flat chest, her mind reeling and her thoughts foggy… but she knew, knew with a certainty flowing from the very universe itself, that she was happy. A tiny voice in the back of her mind kept whispering that something was wrong – but no matter how she tried to concentrate, she just couldn’t seem to comprehend what the voice was trying to say. It all felt so right – the taste of Nyssa’s little flower on her tongue, the feeling of Juliana’s tongue on her’s, the sheer, mind-blowing delicious nastiness that coursed through her body when the girl shoved her finger into her butthole, the knotting sensation twisting deep in her tummy as she ceased being a little girl and became a woman, all of it combined in her memories and brought her such joy she actually felt that she would just die with happiness! But the voice, that strangely urgent voice in the back of her mind…
“I’m glad you made me cum,” Nyssa whispered in her ear as she nuzzled the side of her neck.
“You tasted so good,” Bonnie whispered back. She tore her gaze from the tableau before her – of Juliana’s nude, sweat-slicked body writhing and squirming on the floor as her mother, her own mother, held her thighs apart and lapped at her hairless slit – and turned her face to Nyssa. Their lips met in a gentle, loving kiss, and the eight-year-old couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure as the redhead’s hand slid down her smooth belly to the cleft between her legs. For an instant she felt a flash of uncertainty… but then the probing fingertip stroked her still-stiff nubbin, and the shooting bolts of pleasure arcing through her body burned them away. More! her soul demanded as she breathed hot, breathy moans of passion into Nyssa’s mouth. More, I want more, I want so much more…
