Casey Lyons woke from the most beautiful dream. During the vision, she served as the lady-in-waiting for the crown princess and became responsible for keeping the future ruler of the realm happy. Kneeling in front of the throne, with her body concealed under the skirt of the gown, Casey found her nose an inch from the royal pussy. As her tongue explored those nether lips, she located the treasure of the kingdom. Barely touching it caused the guardian thighs to press inward, trapping Casey's head. Applying her oral talent in sucking to the regal button brought even more pleasure. An earthquake shook the castle. And the princess screamed until she collapsed.
As Casey opened her eyes, she saw two hazel eyes looking back at her. "About time you woke up," said Olivia. Their lips then locked in a familiar embrace.
Casey's mind felt foggy, though growing clearer with each passing second. It reminded her of climbing a spiral staircase. As she went around, the staircase lowered itself. She knew she needed to jump off.
Her fingers reached out, touching naked flesh both on herself and on Olivia. As strange as that seemed, she wasn't ashamed of either.
"Are you all right?" asked Olivia.
"I…I can't remember…remember why I'm here."
"You were babysitting me last night. As part of the games we played, you and I gave each other orgasms. You showed me how to make another girl very, very happy. Thank you."
Casey felt the fog rising. Babysitting? Was this the girl from across the street? Was the Sun up?
All of a sudden, the memories flooded in. "It's morning," she screamed.
Olivia giggled. "No shit."
Casey pulled off the covers to reveal her body. She stood a bit shaky, but without falling down. Olivia rolled out behind her, equally unclothed.
"Casey, you are so beautiful. I hope I look like you someday."
Basking in the complements, the older girl lost track of what she needed to do. A knock at the door brought her back to her senses.
"Good morning, girls," said a voice from the hallway. "I'm going to start breakfast. Be down in five minutes."
"We better go," said Casey.
"Do you want to use the bathroom first?" asked Olivia.
"Thanks." Casey disappeared into the bathroom. After peeing and tossing water into her face, she returned to the bedroom. "Your turn."
"You can head down without me," said Olivia.
"Okay." Casey bent over and picked up her yellow sundress. Putting it on, she tried to recall the events of the last evening. Try as she may, she couldn't remember anything after eating the pizza.
She searched around the room for her panties, but none were in sight. Rejecting the idea to steal a pair of Olivia's, she headed downstairs.
"Oh, hello Casey," said Olivia's mother, standing by the stove flipping pancakes.
"Good morning, Mrs. Horner."
"Remember, it's Jane. Anyway, I hope you had fun last night. When I saw you in Olivia's bed, I had one thought."
Casey's mind flew to her missing memories. Did she do anything with Olivia she shouldn't? Did she screw up her life or Olivia's? "What did you think?"
"I figured Olivia talked about that blasted zombie game with you until your eyes couldn't stay open any longer. Then you crawled into her bed instead of putting your own bed together. I don't mind. It's like you girls had a slumber party."
"Yeah, it was just like that."
Jane smiled. "Now sit down and have some pancakes. I had such a good class last night. I think you might be my good luck charm."
Casey sat down, smoothing her sundress under her bare butt. It felt familiar yet foreign.
Jane brought over a stack of pancakes and a plate of bacon. "Now eat up. I know how much effort goes into watching my little girl."
Casey smiled and dug into the food. It had been more like eating her little girl than watching, but she wasn't going to mention that. While she took her third bite, Olivia made her entrance. The preteen, who the day before was in a tee shirt and jeans, twirled in her light purple sundress.
"What do we have here?" asked Jane. "My daughter wearing a dress. How did this miracle occur?"
"I saw how pretty Casey looked in hers and decided to pull out this one you got me last Christmas."
"And you're actually going to wear it? I never thought I'd live long enough. I'm going to find the digital camera to capture this historic moment."
After Jane left the room, Olivia turned to her babysitter. "Remember this," she said as she lifted up the hem on the dress. Her bare pussy looked lonely under there.
"You look good enough to eat," said Casey.
"Didn't you do enough of that last night?"
"Didn't do what?" asked Jane as she returned to the room.
"Ah, play enough cards," said Olivia as she released the hem.
"You did it, didn't you, Casey?"
"What?"
"You got Olivia to stop playing that zombie game," said Jane. "I told you that was the one thing I wanted to happen."
It wasn't the only thing, thought Casey.
"Mom, can I go over to Casey's house? I want to see her room."
Jane's eyes lit up. "You don't have a vampire stabbing video game, do you?" Casey shook her head. "Well, if it's all right with Casey. Just be back by noon so we can go shopping. Maybe I can talk you into another girly outfit."
"All right, Mom." She winked at her babysitter.
Casey wondered what the eleven-year-old had in mind.
After finishing breakfast, and receiving an envelope from Mrs. Horner, the girls ran across the street to the Lyons house. Inside, Casey yelled, "Mom, I'm home. I brought Olivia with me to see my room. We're going up there now." Then they ran up the staircase like a heard of buffalo.
As they entered the bedroom, Olivia's eyes widened. "Wow. I love your room."
Casey thought it was nothing special, since she lived in it every day for fourteen years. Each addition and modification happened so gradually that she hadn't realized all of the events memorialized on the walls. But with Olivia's fresh eyes, all the trophies, and figurines and pictures on her corkboard.
"I didn't know you played softball," said the preteen. "Or basketball. Or swimming. None of them say they're for participation. They're all for winning or second place. I am so in awe."
Casey smiled. "That was when I was younger. I curse it now for slowing my puberty down. I had to give up basketball because I'm too short, and I only swim for fun now. Those days seem so far away."
"What was your favorite sport?"
The teen licked her lips. "Muff diving."
"What's that?" asked Olivia.
Casey took the other girl's shoulders and positioned her next to the bed. Then she pushed, making the younger girl fall back. After falling to her knees, Casey ducked under the purple sundress, and spread her former charge's knees apart. "This is muff diving, even if you are bald." Her head moved forward, and she started on her dessert.
Olivia started to moan. "Oh yes. I could learn to love becoming a muff diver too."
With the room smelling of pussy juice, the two girls collapsed on the bed. "That was intense," said Casey. "Who taught you that move with your tongue?"
"The best teacher in the world. You did, silly."
Casey rolled over and kissed the younger girl. Her hands started to massage the little raised nipples on the flat chest through the sundress. "You look so beautiful in that dress. But you know what? You should take it off."
Olivia sat up and scooted forward to get off the bed. "You need to strip also."
When Casey rolled over, she felt something in her pocket. "I almost forgot about this." She pulled the thumb drive out and plugged it into her desktop port. When the computer recognized the drive, she installed the Owl Hoots program from it. "I stole your program," she said. "I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not," said Olivia. "I was hoping you would."
Casey pulled over a guest chair for the younger girl before starting the program. It responded with a screen with the familiar first question.
'Is this Olivia or a Guest?'
This time the older girl typed "Casey." She wanted to see what effect that input had. Instead of an error message, it put up an unexpected question.
'Casey, did you perform the task given you successfully?'
"What task was that?" asked Olivia.
"I was supposed to teach you about loving another and making you happy. Did I accomplish those goals?"
Olivia reached over to the keyboard and typed "YES!!!"
'Very good. Now kiss Olivia.'
Without hesitation, Casey took the other girl's chin in between her fingers. Tipping Olivia's head slightly, she kissed those luscious young lips.
'Very good. Now strip Olivia.'
Casey noticed the attached camera had its active light on. "He's spying on us," she said.
"Of course. He watches from my laptop also. There he turns off the light so Mom doesn't see it."
"Then I guess we better follow his directions."
The girls rose and stood in front of the camera. Casey kissed Olivia as she slowly lifted the purple sundress, breaking the embrace only to pull it over her head. The dress flew onto the bed while Casey finished her osculation.
The computer sat there patiently with a message on it.
'Very good. Now strip Casey.'
"I knew that was coming," said Olivia. Mimicking Casey's actions, she removed the yellow sundress from her former babysitter. Instead of a terminating kiss on the lips, Olivia licked and sucked on the nipple of Casey's right breast.
"Oh, you little devil," moaned the older girl.
"I had to attack that nipple. You didn't have a bra on."
"I must have left it in your room." Casey thought for a second. "What's your mom going to say if she finds it?"
Olivia giggled. "That I got lucky with a girl, maybe." She changed to the left nipple.
That ministration ended quickly with a knock at the door.
"Knock, knock," said Helen as she opened the door and walked in. Her eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped as she caught sight of the naked girls with their bodies entwined. "I…I wanted to tell you … ask if Olivia would be staying for lunch."
"No thank you," said the younger girl. "I have to go home at noon."
"Oh."
Casey thought quickly to come up with a reason they were naked. "We were just going to get a shower. We… Olivia wanted to try my strawberry shampoo."
Helen's mouth closed and her eyes blinked. "Of course. I'll leave you alone." She turned to exit, but the computer screen caught her attention. An array of spirals spun in unison.
"Mom, were you leaving?"
"Oh, yes," she said coming out of her trance. "I'll let you go." She left the girls alone.
"That was close," said Olivia. "You think quick on your feet."
Casey laughed. "I just wanted to take you into the shower. I love getting you wet."
"Bring on the shampoo."
While the girls were using up the hot water, Helen snuck into her daughter's room. The image on the screen fascinated her and she wanted to learn more about it. Sitting down at the desktop, she moved the mouse and the black screen came to life. It prompted her with a message.
'Is this Olivia or a Guest?'
Helen typed in "Guest" and sat back. The computer tossed up an hourglass icon before returning with another message.
'What is your relationship to Casey?'
Helen wondered how it figured out her daughter's name. Still, she typed in "Mother."
'Did you observe Casey with Olivia?'
This is getting freaky, thought the woman. Not wanting to lie, she typed "Yes."
'Repeat this phrase: I will forget what I saw Casey do.'
The spiral screensaver popped up before Helen could think. The phrase "I will forget what I saw Casey do" ran through her mind as she watched the spinning images. As her eyes focused on the screen, several other phrases displayed. "Accept my message as truth", "Allow Casey to explore her sexuality", "Believe in freedom for teens", and "Embrace nudity and reject modesty as normal."
When the sound of water from the shower ceased, the computer issued one more message. 'Remove your panties, and toss them into the can'.
Helen stood and dropped her panties, stuffing them in Casey's trash can. Realizing the shower had finished, she left the room.
Casey and Olivia held each other, lying there on the bed. "It's almost noon," said the older girl.
"Once more, please."
"Not today, my little friend. I don't want to get in trouble with your mom also. We will have two more nights this week if we keep from screwing up."
Olivia kissed her friend before rolling off the bed. "I guess I'll get dressed."
Casey crawled out the other side. "I have a present for you." She walked over to the closet and pulled out a hanger. "This was my favorite sundress when I was your age." She held it up, displaying its light green material covered with darker green shamrocks of various sizes.
Reluctantly, Olivia put it on. The material clung to her skin, showing every little bump, including her rock-hard nipples. The hem fell mid-thigh, hiding both pussy and butt unless the wind blew under it. However, if she twirled, the hem flew up, exposing her private parts.
"Well?"
"I like it," said Olivia. "It's prettier than I thought it would be. Why haven't I been wearing clothes like this before?"
Casey shrugged. From her closet she brought out a plain pink dress with hearts on it. The satiny material caressed her skin as it slipped on. As she moved, it caressed her nipples. Her bra had always prevented that stimulation before. That garment would never thwart that feeling again.
Hand in hand they walked downstairs and across the street. "Goodbye for now," said Olivia as she kissed Casey. They didn't care who saw them. Fortunately, the street was deserted.
Casey ran back and into her house, slamming the door behind her. Tears filled her eyes. She felt like she had been torn from her heart, the one she had given to the preteen girl across the street.
Wiping her eyes, she shuffled into the kitchen ready to accept any punishment her mother might dole out. "I'm here."
"That's nice dear. What do you want for lunch?"
"I don't care. But don't you want to talk about catching Olivia and me?"
Helen waved it off. "Don't worry. It's already forgotten."
Casey stared at her mother in disbelief.
"One thing though, Casey. Did you install that screensaver program on your computer?"
Her daughter hadn't realized her mother knew about Owl Hoot. Admitting her guilt, she nodded yes.
"After lunch, could you install the program on my laptop?"
Casey's jaw dropped. She thought she was the luckiest person in the world. Then she realized that the program must be her savior. But at what price?
Casey's nervousness came flooding back. This was shaping up to be one strange week.