When Casey Lyons woke this time, she remembered not a beautiful dream, but a horrific nightmare. A gargantuan dragon attacked her as she tried to protect the helpless princess. A smaller but pesky wyvern circled their heads, shooting fire at their legs as it dove at the limbs. The more they ran, the closer the reptilian pair came to catching them. Chased to the edge of a cliff, Casey took the princess into her arms, kissed her one final time, and leaned back hard. The entwined pair hurtled down the incredibly high cliff until…
Casey shook visibly as her eyes tried to focus. Had she not been ensconced in the arms of her friend, Tamara, she might bolt out of bed and scream. But the feeling of the naked body pressed against hers allayed a bit of the fear.
It took a few minutes for her heart to stop beating through her chest. As it diminished, she concentrated on her friend's face. It appeared peaceful, not conflicted like she felt.
Boldly, she bent forward to give Tamara a peck on the cheek. The movement proved enough to wake the sleeping girl. "Morning, Casey," she said while still half asleep.
"Morning. How did you sleep?"
"Wonderful. The first nice night's sleep in months. Ever since THAT night."
Casey knew exactly which night she meant. "No bad dreams?"
The girl shook her head and smiled. "No. It was a wonderful dream. One of me and my best friend running through a field of clover before falling into each other's arms and rolling in the green carpet. Our energy formed a golden shield that kept all the pesky animals at bay."
Tamara smiled at her friend, her very best friend. No one else she knew would have broken the spell she lived under since her birthday. "I appreciate all you've done for me. I can't wait until I get everything off my chest to my mom."
Casey glanced toward the computer. "I'd give it a little time. Maybe just a few days. I think he might have something planned. Revenge can be sweet, but it has to be done just right."
"What should I do in the meantime?"
"I could use a kiss to wake up." Tamara leaned forward and gave Casey a peck on the cheek.
"I was hoping for a real kiss, but I'll settle for that. However, you could exceed my expectations with one a little farther south."
Tamara's face brightened. "No prob. And no extracurricular exploration, I promise." She then dove under the covers.
I wouldn't mind that, thought Casey. But anything her friend did would make her feel wonderful. Aloud, she simply moaned as her nervous system got its wakeup call.
The day flew by. It seemed like the pair had just gotten up and had breakfast when Casey climbed the stoop at the Horner house across the street. Before her friend left, Casey had made a new thumb drive for Tamara to take home so she could continue using the program.
Casey had spent the intervening time in straightening up her room after the impromptu sleepover. Every once in a while, she tried running the Owl Hoot program, but the hypnotic spiral screensaver refused to appear. She wondered if it had broken with all of Tamara's issues. It wasn't until the middle of the afternoon when she sensed a word being covertly displayed. The letters S-W-I-M-S-U-I-T had appeared to Casey. Or at least she thought it did. In any case, she donned her lavender polka dot bikini under her black and gold sundress. The bikini bottoms didn't count as panties that she wasn't supposed to wear anymore. At least that's what she hoped.
Ringing the doorbell, she felt less nervous and more confident than she had on Monday. When Jane Horner opened the door, her feelings converted to relief.
"Hello, Casey," said the woman. "I'm glad to see you right on time again. Promptness is a virtue in my book. Please, come in."
The teen entered the residence for the second time. Unlike the first time, there were no sounds of zombie hunting that the house gamer produced before.
"Olivia's outside by the pool," said Jane. "She's been whining about swimming all morning. I told her the heat hadn't been turned on yet. Besides, she needs an older person to watch her just in case. She even wanted to phone you to tell you to bring your swimsuit."
"I don't mind if it’s a bit cold," said the girl. She pulled the shoulder strap of her sundress over to reveal the bikini top underneath, "I had the same idea. You don't mind if we swim do you?"
"It's you being cold later, not me." Jane giggled. "When I was younger, we'd sneak down to this little pond near our house. Even in the summer it never got very warm. But in the spring, no one ever went down there. We'd strip off our clothes and go skinny dipping. We didn't care how cold we got. And we didn't need any fancy heating unit to warm it up for us."
Casey gazed at the woman, trying to visualize her as a teen without a stitch on. Mentally aging the known and previously explored body of the woman's daughter against that image, Casey figured Olivia was going to be breaking hearts before she hit high school.
"So, I'll let you go tell my daughter the good news. Enjoy the swimming as long as you want."
"Thanks," said Casey. "But I have one more thing I wanted to ask you."
"Go ahead dear."
"My friends are having a slumber party on Friday night."
"And you want me to get another babysitter for Olivia?"
"No, not exactly." Casey screwed up her courage. "I wanted to offer an invitation to Olivia to join us."
Jane stared at the girl for a moment. "Your friends want a little girl at their slumber party?"
"Actually yes. My friends know each other from playing sports. Really nice girls. I'm the oldest, but they're all ages. We even have one little sister who's ten."
"Will parents be there?"
"Of course. DeeDee Schneider's mom will be there. I can give you her number so you can meet her. I'm sure you'll like her. All the parents do."
"Any drugs or drinking?"
"Not in our group. We're all the nerdy athletes."
"Boys?"
"Lots of talk about them, but none in person."
"What activities do they usually do?"
"Like I said, lots of talking and giggling. We usually paint our nails and play games."
"What games?"
Casey thought for a moment. "No video games, of course. We play things like Twister and card games and charades."
"People still play charades? Well, let me think about it. Don't tell Olivia about it just yet."
"No prob." Casey started to turn away. "One more point. If she goes to the party, you won't have to pay me to babysit."
Jane smiled. Casey knew how to up the ante when getting an adult to make up their mind. Just make the option cheaper.
Olivia and Casey swam in the pool until Mrs. Horner announced she was leaving for her class. The woman gave each of them a kiss, including a rather chaste one on Casey's lips. She then told the teen that she was welcome to sleep over in any bed she wanted.
That invitation made Casey's pussy tingle.
After Mrs. Horner left, the girls took a break from the water. They headed into the house and right to the computer in the breakfast nook. As they sat together, Olivia started up the Owl Hoot program, and the familiar spinning spiral screensaver popped up.
Casey began nibbling on her charge's neck and ears as Olivia sat in her lap. The younger girl let her hands wander between their legs. Both girls ended up shivering, and not just from the swimming.
Olivia finally broke the mood. "Are swimsuits like panties?"
"In what way?"
"Well, I haven't worn panties with my sundress. Not since he said to take them off. But I did wear my swimsuit under my dress just in case I took it off to swim? Should I?"
Casey thought for a moment. She hoped the computer gave a sign, but it remained silent. "If your mom is watching you, I think you should keep the swimsuit on. However, if only I'm here, you don’t have to."
"Oh, goody." Olivia pulled the shoulder straps down to expose her mostly flat chest. Hopping off Casey's lap, she pushed the swimsuit down her legs before stepping out of it.
Casey stared at the beautiful preteen standing in front of her. The innocent child, as far as her mother knew, appeared ready to blow away that impression.
"Ready for another dip?" asked the younger girl.
"Ah, sure. I'll race you."
"Then you'll have to catch me." Olivia ran out through the kitchen door and into the back yard. Casey followed, finding the girl at the pool's edge. "Hey, no fair. You still have your suit on."
The older girl quickly rectified the situation and approached the other one. "Olivia, may I kiss you?"
"And do anything else you want," was the reply.
"Good." Casey wrapped her arms around her charge, and the two of them toppled over the edge and into the water. Just like falling off a cliff, thought Casey.
The second session in the pool featured less laps and Marco Polo and more catching and lukewarm water massage. Both girls like to catch the other from behind, give the nipples a twist, and release their prey to let them reciprocate the action.
At one point during the naked swim, the girls shared an embrace. During it, Olivia accidentally found her leg trapped between Casey's. Bobbing up and down, her leg located the other's exposed pussy. What started as an accident turned into a frenzy of limbs rubbing lips that continued until they were turning pruny.
Mutually agreeing to abandon the pool, they climbed out and dried each other off. Such action made them wet in another way.
Only the unexpected doorbell interrupted their activity. Casey grabbed Olivia's conveniently located robe and raced to answer the bell.
Neglecting to tie the sash, she opened the door to find a pizza delivery boy standing there, his eyes bugging out. When Casey reached for the money inside, the robe opened more. Embracing the freedom, she paid for the food and gave a generous tip, though the latter was not all in cash. Future deliveries were guaranteed to be hot and on-time.
With the pizza available, the girls ate their dinner poolside. The only difference from normal was the requirement to act as a napkin for the other. Sauce started being kissed from the facial lips after every bite. Spills found their way onto their chests and laps, mysteriously accumulated on the nipples and pussy lips. A single slice of pizza took at least a half hour to consume. Much more was eaten than just the dough.
Needless to say, it was the best pizza dinner either girl ever had.
After dinner, the pair gathered around the computer again. This time they played a card game devised and taught to them by the program. The name of the game was Cum Again.
Much like War, they each started with a half pack of cards. Each player flipped over a card, the higher card wins, and the winning player gets both cards. However, in this game the loser also compensates the winner with an additional bonus.
For numbered cards, the loser licks the appropriate area the higher card value. If the winning card is the seven of Hearts, the loser licks the left nipple area (closest to the heart) seven times. The four regions are left nipple (Hearts), right nipple (Clubs), above the neck (Diamonds), and down below (Spades).
Face cards, however, carried different rules, specifying a location that ignored the suit. Queens meant an invasion of the pussy, while Knaves allowed for an invasion of the backside. Kings meant invasion of the upper region via the tongue while invading either of the two lower regions. (It's good to be the King)
In case of a tie, both players became losers, their cards discarded for the rest of the game, and both had to pay the piper.
To win the game, a player accumulated the most orgasms before running out of cards. Tallies were never made, so winning is decided by the players vote.
Olivia flipped her first card, the six of Clubs while Casey turned over a three of Hearts. Obediently, Casey bent over and kissed or licked or sucked the younger girl's right nipple. And the game was on.
Cards flipped, tongues attacked, fingers felt, and bodies shook.
When they conceded to each other by mutual consent, Olivia fell into the older girl's arms. "You're the best babysitter ever."
Casey smiled and accepted the compliment, knowing she had been helped by a certain spiral screensaver.
They retired to Olivia's bed. Even with all the compensation during the game, they had energy for one more mutual session that lasted until both fell asleep in each others arms.
Jane crept into Olivia's room first, not bothering with the guest bedroom. Unlike Monday, the light had not been clicked off. She pulled the sheet over their naked shoulders and gave each a kiss on the cheek.
She wished she could climb into such a loving embrace. But she couldn't. Not tonight. Not for a while. But perhaps someday.
