Sarah'sLittle House in Alaska

ByMegan

Introduction

Inthe spring of 2003, Sarah and her parents moved from their home in a suburb ofChicago to a remote home site in Alaska. Her father chose to tell Sarah, threeyears earlier, on New Years Eve, moments before the century turned. He hadgrown weary of the pace of life in the city, the aimlessness of his legalcareer, and the politics of the country and wanted to escape far into thewilderness.

Sarah,who was just ten at the time, and a bit of a tomboy, found the idea exciting.With adolescence still a few years away, she still cared about pleasing herfather, and to be his little princess. And so, for the next two years theyspent nearly every weekend pouring over books and articles about living in theAlaskan wilderness. They took classes at the local YMCA to learn camping andsurvival skills. They joined message boards frequented by outdoorsman,survivalists and disgruntled middle-class families like themselves. There theylearned how to fish in winter, manage their supplies, and keep from goingstir-crazy during the months of darkness. Less appealing was information on howto diagnose internal ailments from the size, shape, color and smell of poo.

Theyalso searched the web for a home site.

Mostof the sites were shacks, usually built by a recluse (or worse a recluse sexoffender), with primitive, dingy surroundings. Mostly, they were a single roomwith no windows, a wood stove, several kerosene lanterns and a tiny keroseneburner. It was not uncommon for them to burn down when an accidental spill ofkerosene met the spark of a woodstove.

Finally,in the summer of 2002, a few days before Sarah’s twelfth birthday they foundthe perfect cabin. John Travis, a real estate broker in Fairbanks, who lookedvery much the scary recluse himself, with a potbelly and a big, bushy blackbeard, emailed them the listing.

Afamily from California had spent several years building a large log cabin alongthe banks of the Red Dog River, but when it was time to move-in, one of theirchildren became chronically ill with a difficult infection and they had toabandon their plans. The home sat unoccupied for several years, and had justcome on the market.

Thecabin was exactly what Sarah’s father wanted. From the outside, it didn’t lookall that special. But the pictures of the inside told a very different story.It had three rooms, giving Sarah and her parents the luxury of private spaceand a large living room with a kitchen to one side. The family who built it hadmade their money during the boom years of the late 1990’s and outfitted it withcomforts that were almost unheard of in the far north.

Therewas a bathroom with an ingenious roof-top collection system that storedrainwater or melted snow using a propane water heater for the occasionalshower, and a squatting toilet that dropped into a septic tank dug deep belowthe frost line. And while the idea of squatting over a hole in the ground andpooping seemed a little gross to her, it was clearly better than having to keepa covered bucket in her room and emptying it outdoors in the winter every dayor two.

Thebedrooms were located at either end of the cabin. Her parent’s room was takenup mostly with the double sized mattress set up high off the ground on a platformwith drawers underneath. There was a window on one wall – actually therewere two windows in the same frame, separated by the foot thickness of thecabin wall – and heavy wooden shutters on the inside. The interior logwalls were tightly caulked and varnished to a high shine, giving the effect ofbeing “brighter” than it actually was.

Sarah’sroom was about the same size but the builders had created bunk beds withdrawers below. This left enough space for a small desk and book case. Thechildren who were supposed to occupy the room were both girls, and the frillypink curtain over the window, and the pink and white striped floor rug suitedSarah just fine.

Butthe greatest luxury of all was the propane generator that would provide severalhours of electrical power every day or two so they could listen to music, watcha DVD or to tune into the BBC on the shortwave radio.

Thelocation of the cabin along the Red Dog River meant that in the early spring abush pilot could fly in supplies by landing on its frozen surface, and in thesummer they could fish and relax along its banks, taking in the sunshinetwenty-four hours a day.

Butfor all the apparent comforts, there was no getting away from the remoteness ofthe home site. The nearest town where supplies could be purchased was 125 milesaway. The nearest real hospital was almost three times that. And in the deep,dark stretch of winter, both would be completely inaccessible. During thattime, they would have to be self-sufficient – even to the extent ofstitching a wound in the event one of them was injured.

Themove had other, less obvious consequences. Sarah had overheard her parentsdiscussing the necessity for her father to get a vasectomy. She knew herparents had sex a lot, because her mom often confided in her Aunt Carol aboutthe kind and frequency of their activity. The last thing they needed in thewilderness was another child.

Sarah,being 13, was just starting to come to grips with her own sexuality. Her pubicmound had started to sprout its first tufts of reddish-gold hair, and her boobswere beginning to take shape. While she hadn’t started having her period, herhormones were making her tingle in ways, and for reasons, she hadn’t before.

Boyswere starting to notice her, but their immaturity and overt sexuality didn’tappeal to her. Not that Sarah was prudish – she knew all the facts oflife, giggled over descriptions of sex acts with her girlfriends, and even hada secret stash of two thongs she bought at Victoria’s Secrets at the mall inher bottom drawer under the pile of Gap jeans. She just preferred to remain akid, even if for only a little while longer.

TheFinal Sleepover

Withtheir planned departure just a few weeks away, Sarah invited her closest andoldest friend Alisha over for one last sleepover.

WhereSarah was slender with a small bum, Alisha still had her baby fat and a roundedbottom that seemed a little too big for her. She had a beautiful face with deepgreen eyes and blonde hair, which was temporarily tipped in pink. But the wayAlisha carried herself, and her often-outlandish flirtation, gave nearly everyboy in the school a wet dream at one time or another – and at least oneSarah knew of probably jerked off to an "Alisha fantasy", daily.

Afterdinner, the two girls went to Sarah’s room. At their very first sleepover yearsbefore they taught each other to play Monopoly – playing all night untilSarah landed on Boardwalk with 2 hotels and mortgaged everything. Since thenthey played Monopoly every time they had a sleepover.

Pullingthe worn game from her bookshelf, Sarah laid the board on the floor. The twowent about setting up the board, kneeling on the carpet.

“Youknow who likes you, Sarah?” Alisha volunteered, stacking the Monopoly moneyneatly in piles.

“Lemmeguess. Devin Simmons?” replied Sarah.

“Yeah!”she exclaimed, giggling. “He says he wants to fuck your ass.”

“Ewww,gross. Figures, he’s a total shithead anyway.”

“Soyou mean you wouldn’t let him?”

“Iwouldn’t even kiss a guy who’s willing to put his penis up my bum. Imaginewhere he’s willing to put his MOUTH!” Sarah replied.

Thetwo girls looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Hey,I wanna be the race car this game,” Alisha said, motioning towards the box ofgame tokens.

“Okie.I’ll be the top hat. You roll first.”

Alisharolled the dice, getting an eight. Tapping her game piece square by square,ending at Vermont Avenue. Taking one hundred dollars from her stack of moneyshe placed it in the bank and drew the deed card.

“Yougo.”

Sarahrolled, drawing an eight as well. Without even thinking she handed the sixdollars in rent to Alisha, you tucked in her bank roll.

“Firstroll and I’m already paying you!” Sarah laughed.

Thegame continued, each of them moving along the board and buying properties asthey went. Soon, empty spaces gave way to houses, and houses to hotels.

TheHello Kitty alarm clock on Sarah’s night stand “meowed” eleven o’clock.

“Seriously,Sarah. All kiddin aside, whatcha gonna do without boys? There aren’t even anyshithead Devin assfuckers out there. I mean the only boy that’s likely to livenear ya might be a boy polar bear, and I hear they’re pretty rough.”

“Ican live without them. Boys are smelly,” Sarah replied holding her nose. “Theyalso pee on toilet seats, how gross is that?”

“Sosays you. But what I’m saying is, how are ya gonna keep yourself, ya know,like...?” Alisha replied coyly.

“Likewhat, Ali”

“Likesatisfied, Sarah Beth Davis, you know like what!”

WheneverAlisha addressed Sarah with her full name, she meant business. She wasn’t justkidding around, Alisha was demanding an answer. In fact the last time she’dused Sarah’s full name was when she wanted to know how Kevin French felt abouther. Sarah knew that Kevin really disliked Alisha because he thought she was atease and she just didn’t want to tell her. But for some reason whenever Alishasaid “You tell me Sarah Beth Davis,” there was no way out, and she told her thetruth. Tonight was no different.

“I don’t do those things,” answered Sarahquietly, pretending to be looking at the game board.

“Youdon’t do what things?” Alisha said swaying gently back and forth whilesquatting on the floor, her fingers gripping her toes.

“Idon’t do what you’re thinking,” Sarah replied even more softly than before,shaking the dice in her cupped hand.

“Whatam I thinking about Ms. Davis?”

Sarahrolled the dice, and tapped her game piece along the board landing in Jail.

“Masturbating.See, there I said it. I don’t even know how to, so I couldn’t even if I wantedto. Satisfied now, ‘Miss Alisha Always Makes It to Second Base Anderson’?”

“AndI am damn proud of my base running record!” Alisha exclaimed, laughing.

Theyresumed playing. Sarah bought her way out of jail, and added a house to OceanAvenue. Alisha mortgaged a few incomplete property sets and built a hotel onIndiana Avenue.

“Soyou wanna learn how?”

“Youmean, here, now? Uh, no way. Too weird. And besides I’m still winning at thegame. Besides since when do you do it?”

Sarahrolled the dice and landed on Indiana Avenue. She counted out the one thousandand fifty dollars in rent and passed it to Alisha.

“I’vebeen doing it for like six months now. Kimmy Stevens and I found a messageboard that had all these cool ideas for doing it and we tried them. Yeah, I domean here, now. You do it...” she paused thinking about how to entice Sarahinto accepting her offer. “And I’ll forfeit the game,” Alisha answered smilingconfidently and holding up her wad of cash.

Alishahad never forfeited a Monopoly game in the seven years they had played it. Evenwhen she was down to ten dollars and a stack of mortgaged railroads, she playedto the bitter end.

Alishawas serious about getting Sarah to masturbate, and as naughty as the ideaseemed to Sarah, the itchy feeling radiating from her vagina was overtaking herdefenses.

“Ok.But you show me first and if I don’t like it, I’m gonna call the deal off.”

“Sure.Ok, go get a flashlight and I’ll find a towel; you’re going to want to get agood look at what I’m doing.”

“Whatdo I need a flashlight for?”

“Ugh,sometimes Sarah you’re soooooo nowhere. You need to see my pussy up close andit’s kinda dark down there. Get it?”

Thewords “see my pussy up close” vibrated in Sarah’s head and turned the tinglesin her own “pussy” into a moist ache. In all the years they had been friends,she’d never heard Alisha refer to her vagina as “her pussy”. It made what theywere about to do even naughtier and Sarah actually liked it.

Sarahquietly opened her bedroom door, and tip-toed down the hall to the closet whereher dad kept his tools and she took the big yellow flashlight back to her room.

Whenshe returned, Alisha had already spread a pink bath towel on the floor and wassquatting on it, naked from the waist down. Her Abercrombie skirt and whitepanties were folded neatly next to her.

Alishatook the flashlight and turned it on, placing it against her chin pointing up,casting sinister shadows on her face.

“Ooggahbuggah buggah” Alisha said, laughing,

“You’rebeing so gay, Alisha, stop it. Just do it before I change my mind.”

Sheput the flashlight on the floor, placing a rolled up sock under it so it wasaimed perfectly on her pubic area.

Alisha’spussy was slightly puffy with rounded labia and not a trace of hair. Thesquatting position parted her lips slightly and the pink inside of her pussyglistened in the light. There seemed to be tiny beads of sweat at the edges ofher lips where they folded into the slit itself.

Sarahhadn’t even seen her own “pussy” this closely before and here she was, staringinto the opening of what the boys at middle school would call “Ali’s lovetunnel” or more likely “Ali’s cunt hole”.

Lyingon her belly, propping her chin up on her hands, she watched intensely asAlisha began masturbating by tracing the outline of her pussy lips. Withinmoments, her mound became puffier and pinker; the inner lips parted a bit more,inviting her finger to probe. She dipped the tip of her finger inside herself,making her breathing slow and deepen as the intrusion triggered a chainreaction up and down her pussy tunnel. From deep inside her body, juices surgedupward, filling the entryway of her pussy with sparkling, slippery and aromaticooze.

“I’mgetting so so wet Sarah. Can you see it?!” Alisha exclaimed. “I’m gonna soakthis towel for sure.”

Shebegan to work the slimy juices in and around her inner lips, sliding her fingerup and down the full length of the opening. Sarah felt her own insidesresponding as she fidgeted on the carpet, the hard crotch seam of her jeansgently scratching the soft, and increasingly wet surface of her panties. Herown pussy twitched at the stimulation.

Alishashifted on her heels and picked up the pace of her rubbing. Now she wasfocusing her attention on the tiny bud of her clit that was protruding frombeneath the fold of skin at the very top of her slit.

Theeffect was immediate. Her breathing became more labored and the fluids welledup at entrance to her pussy overflowed and trickled down the inside of her leftthigh and towards her knee.

Sarahfought the urge to reach down her own pants and hump her hand. “I can holdoff,” she said to herself.

Alishaslid her free hand under her tank top and massaged her boobs. By now she wasn’teven thinking that Sarah was there watching. She was entering a fantasy zonewhere the only thing occupying her brain was the culmination of her orgasm.Alisha was on masturbation auto-pilot.

Inher mind, her finger was now an erect penis ready and willing to fuck her. Sheshifted her hand around, pointing her middle finger up and towards the edge ofher opening. Pushing her pelvis forward, she fell upon her finger, burying itinside her. Pulling back she imagined her finger was Eric Grove’s cock. Ericwas a lanky 16 year-old in her Sunday school class. Somewhat religious, Ericwas rumored to have taken a vow of abstinence, and never seemed to pay anyattention to Alisha. But now Eric was hers, penetrating her over and overagain, spilling his pre-cum all over inside her and mixing deliciously with herown fluids.

Thesight of Alisha finger fucking herself, was more than Sarah could bear. Her ownbody flashed hot and cold, making her wet panties chilly against her skin. Sheshifted up onto all fours, tugging down the zipper of her jeans. Supported byher other arm, she plunged her hand into her panties, cupping her pussy andrubbing and squeezing it feverishly. Sarah’s eyes were fixed on the wet,squirming pussy in front of her. It was better than any fantasy – everymovement, sound and aroma right there in full color.

Shecontinued to kneed and squeeze her pussy mound, working a finger inside a bit,and finding her own clit.

“Ohmy god, Alisha. I’m doing it. I’m doing it. It’s so good. It’s fucking good!”she exclaimed.

ButAlisha didn’t hear her. Her own mind was filled with the fantasy of Erictalking filthy to her, telling her how tight and wet she was, how much hewanted to turn her over and penetrate her ass, and how he longed to flood hernaked bottom with rivers of his cum.

Bothgirls were locked in a kind of masturbation combat. Student and teacher bothwere trying to coax an orgasm from their aching, throbbing adolescent pussies.

Alishawas first. Her imaginary Eric exploded inside her with powerful squirts ofsticky cum, pouring down and against her cervix and sending every nerve insideher into spasms. The length of her canal felt like a toothpaste tube beingrolled up, squeezing the contents forward, forcing her finger out and theaccumulated fluids out and onto the towel.

“I’mthere Sarah. I’m cumming, watch me!” she cried, falling forward onto her kneesand then onto her hands. She was covered in sweat and pussy juices.

Openingher eyes, she was treated to the sight of Sarah, squirming and moaning,building closer and closer to her own cum. She smiled at her friend’s progress,but knew instinctively that Sarah need more help to “seal the deal”.

Placinga hand on Sarah’s shoulder, she motioned for her to lie back.

Asshe did, Alisha tugged at the cuffs of her jeans, pulling them over her feetand finally down her legs. Leaning over, she wiggled off Sarah’s panties. Shegot up and took the magnifying makeup mirror off of Sarah’s dresser and held itover her giving Sarah a close-up view of her own masturbation. The view excitedher greatly. Her faint reddish pubic hair was dark from wetness and her ownmound puffy and spread open. She could just make out the tiny dark opening ofher hymen, glistening just inside her.

“Goahead Sarah, fuck yourself with a finger. It’s Devin, and he so wants to fuckyour virgin pussy hard. He’s sick of jerking off thinking about you. He wantshis jizz in you, and he wants it now.”

Sarahsquirmed and nodded, pushing a finger into her pussy. For a moment it hurt.Maybe I’ve fucked my own virginity, she thought to herself. But it didn’tmatter. Her finger was Devin, and he was going to give her the first and bestorgasm of her thirteen year old life.

“Goon Devin. Go all the way in. Don’t worry, I want you there!” she cried.

Alishadecided to help her along with her fantasy. Getting down on the floor next toSarah’s ear, she whispered, “I love fucking you Sarah. I’ve wanted to fuck youevery day and night since sixth grade. I want to fuck your pussy. I want tofuck your ass. I want to cum in your mouth.”

Sarahbrain exploded in a Technicolor, wide-screen fantasy. Devin was on top of her,wiggling and grinding his smooth cock around her insides. His athletic bodypowered his thrusts, slapping his balls hard against her bottom. Deep in herfantasy she wondered how much cum there would be, and if she would feel itslashing inside her. She bucked her hips up and down against his imaginarybelly.

Alishainstinctively knew that Sarah was close to cumming but just needed a littlepush with her Devin fantasy.

"Icumming Sarah. I'm going to fill you up so full with my cum, the whole floorwill be messy with it," Alisha murmured in a deep boy-like voice inSarah's ear.

Asif on cue, Sarah felt the deep itch that signaled the onset of her orgasm. Her imaginaryboy spurted endlessly in her, heating her insides to the boiling point. Herhips heaved upward, suctioning her finger in to the hilt. And then it hit her.

Herorgasm was like a thunderclap, tidal wave and earthquake all rolled into one,and happening deep inside, somewhere between her poo hole and her pussyopening. The shockwaves rolled around inside, filling her belly with anunimaginable warmth and her head with a blinding pink polka dot light. Tinyjolts rippled up and down her legs, even to her toes. She imagined Devingetting soft inside her, finally popping out of her with a wet, sloppy, suckingsound.

Hereyes fluttered open. At first Alisha was blurry, but as her eyes adjusted tothe light, she came into focus.

"Someonecame!" Alisha exclaimed, laughing and pointing to the wide wet spot on thecarpet below Sarah's bottom.

"Shit!"replied Sarah. "What on earth am I gonna do about that. We're selling thishouse."

"Trustme. It will dry fast."

"Butit kinda smells," said Sarah, crinkling up her nose at the faint, butobvious aroma.

"Boyslove it."

"Ifyou say so."

Aftera moment, Alisha turned to Sarah and said, "Would you do it again?"

"No.Never," Sarah said smiling. "Hell yes I would. Maybe even now, seeingas I've already made a mess on the floor."

"Really?Would you try something, like, different?"

Sarahwasn't sure what to think. What could be different? Sure maybe there wasanother way to hold her hand, or maybe she could do it on her belly, shethought to herself. Actually he only thing she could think of was doingsomething lesbian. That idea scared her.

"Um,you don't mean, like, girl stuff. I mean like you and I doing stufftogether?"

"No,no. That's a cool idea but no. Here lemme show you what I mean."

Alishastood up, taking a moment to wipe her pussy off with a towel. Picking up herpink Jansport backpack, she placed it on the floor next to Sarah. She unzippedthe top and took out a small makeup bag. Inside the bag was a strange lookingthing, nothing like Sarah had ever seen before.

Ithad a small plastic box, no bigger that a double pack of gum, and two silverpill shaped objects – like large Mexican jumping beans – connectedto the small box with separate wires.

"Sarah,meet my battery operated boy toy."

"Ohmy god, it’s a sex toy. Gross!"

"Exactly."

"Ok.So what's it do? Doesn't look like a penis thing. And why are there twothingys?"

"Well,if it was just me or you using it, one would go in your pussy and the other inyour bum. But seeing as it's two of us, we'd each put one in our pussies, turnit on and see how many orgasms we could have before one of us quits or thebatteries go dead!"

"Err.Cool. Um, so which one of them has been in your stinky bum?" Sarah saidholding her nose.

"Probablythis one. But really, I wash them totally in soap and water each time!"

"Okie,but you put that one in your pussy anyway," Sarah replied pointing to theone in Alisha's hand.

Aishaspread out the towel on the floor and removed her tank top, leaving hercompletely naked. Sarah did the same and lay back on the towel, trying to avoidAlisha's wet spot.

"Oknow. First things, first. Bend you knees up and spread your legs, um, I gottasee how far in I can get it."

"SureDoctor Alisha. I think I might have done myself with my finger."

"Well,we'll have a look then," Alisha said kneeling in between Sarah's legs. Shegently parted Sarah's lips with her thumbs and looked inside. Her pussy waswide open.

"GuessDevin got your cherry then," she said laughing. "Good for him."

Holdingthe silver pill in her hand, Alisha squeezed a tiny drop of clear fluid from asqueeze bottle onto it, and coated it completely. "Just some lubricant.Makes it go in easier and it makes the vibrations feel better."

"Ok.You know better than me."

Shepressed the slippery device against the opening of Sarah's pussy and it slid ineasily. Sarah squirmed. She had never had anything solid inside her that wasbigger than finger, so she found it somewhat uncomfortable.

"Ithurts."

"Itwill stop hurting soon. I put it just under your g-spot. That will rock yourworld when you cum, for sure!" Alisha said, wiping her hands on her belly.

"G-spot?"

"Idunno exactly how to explain it, but I think it's like an inside clit. It makesawesome orgasms. I read in some cosmo article about how sometimes it can evenmay you shoot pussy juice, like how a boy does when he cums."

"Ewwww.Gross."

"Youwon't be saying that if you do! I'll put an extra towel down just incase."

Alishafinished preparing the other silver pill and pressed in into her own pussy.Lying next to Sarah, she draped the wires over their legs so the box lay inbetween them.

"Onthe count of three it stays on until one of us can't stand it anymore, or thebatteries die. Count your orgasms, whoever get the most wins. Anyone does thatshooting thing wins automatically. Ready?"

Sarahnodded. The thing inside her was getting more comfortable as her wetnesscombined with the lubricant, swelling her insides a bit. A moment later, thetoy came to life, jumping around inside her. Instinctively she closed her legs,thinking that it might come out of her. The vibrations were intense, making hersquirm from side to side and moan gently. But was most amazing was the feelingshe had just below where she thought her pee came from. The spot seemed to be amagnet for the vibrations, and it made her belly heave and without warning shefarted. Gross, she thought.

Thefirst few orgasms came fast, one right after the other. They were stronger thanwith her finger, but shorter in duration.

Itwas the fourth or fifth orgasm that caught her by surprise. She startedimagining her and Alisha messing around. At first, they made out, Frenchkissing and touching each other's breasts. Fingering followed, along withsharing tastes and smells. These images made her uncomfortable and she shookher head to try and rid it of them. Lesbian things were just so not for her.But try as she did, the images stayed and became more vivid.

Inher mind, she saw Alisha spreading apart her legs, straddling her chest,pressing her wet pussy against her chin. In a flash, Alisha was swirling hertongue inside Sarah's pussy, and pressing her own into Sarah's face. Alisha'sbottom was inches from her nose, and the sight of her wet pussy and poo hole repelledher at first, but as Alisha tongue fucked her harder and harder, she thrust herown tongue deep into her best friends waiting slit.

Andthen it happened. She felt the beginnings of her orgasm, but there wassomething very different about it. She felt like her pussy lips were openedwider than ever, and she had an overwhelming urge to pee. She fought it atfirst, but the vibrations pounding her g-spot and the vividness of her lesbianexperience took away any control she could muster.

Shefelt the orgasm rock her insides and then there was a rush of fluid, like thebiggest, hardest pee ever. It splashed onto her legs and as far down as hertoes. And it kept coming for what seemed like forever.

Thenthe vibrations stopped.

Sarahopened her eyes. Alisha was sitting up holding the box in her hand. Her bellyand legs glistened with wetness, and the towel under both of them was drenched.

"Shit,I peed on you. I'm so so sorry. I hope I didn't wreck your toy."

"Peed?Shit no. You shot girl cum. It was awesome, just like a hose. It must have feltamazing. What on earth were you thinking about to make that happen. I've nevereven come close!"

"Youreally want to know?" Sarah asked sheepishly.

"Hellyes. I plan to copy it."

"Wewere messing around. You and I. We did 69 and I ate you out. You wanted me toeat your ass but I couldn't."

"Coolio.Oh my gosh. Awesome!"

"You’renot mad?"

"Hellno. You wanna try it for real?"

"Err.I dunno. Ok, maybe. But not now. I feel disgusting. After I take a shower I'llthink about it."

"Ineed one too. Hey, we can take it together!" Alisha replied winking atSarah.

"Inever knew you were a lezzie slut Alisha. Now I know."

"MayI remind you of who was thinking what and then came like that volcano we builtfor the science fair last year!"

"YeahI guess."

"Besides,"Alisha answered kissing Sarah's forehead, "this may be the last sex youever have unless you don’t mind doing it with huskies or polar bears. I'm sureI taste better than they do."

"Ewwwyou're gross. Shut up. We gotta be quiet so we don't wake up my parents."

Alishasmacked Sarah on her behind and the two girls headed for the bathroom.

End of Part One