Article 23705 of alt.sex.stories:
From: michaeltn@aol.com (Michael TN)
Subject: Special Friends
Date: 23 Apr 1994 22:13:05 -0400

			   Special Friends
				  I

	"Oh, Emmy, you're so lucky, really you are, to be at Danner!"
Judi was out of breath from the girls' long run up Gordy Lane from her
older brother's apothecary. "I _hate_ Fenster! Sometimes I think Mr.
Pennypacker must have died _eons_ ago and his horrid little lips just
do not know it yet - so they drone on and on."

	Emily did not immediately reply to her panting, red headed
friend. The running, insisted upon as always by Judi, had brought her
jolts of pain from the still unhealed welts on her bottom. Today was
her second full day back in the village since the end of the first
term at Danner; so far she had managed to conceal her injuries from
both her mother and her best friend.

	The long train rides from Danner to Victoria Station in London
and then on to Fenster had been torture, both physically and mentally,
for Emily. The shock of Mr. Thackett's assault, and the still fresh
pain his crop had left with her, mingled with her growing apprehension
over her mother's reaction to her stolen marks. "You're so quiet,
girl," her mother had said at dinner the night of Emily's homecoming.
"What has happened to all your chattering?" Her mother had given her a
tired little smile which barely seemed to light her hazel eyes.
"Perhaps Danner will make a young lady of you at that."

	"Emmy?"

	Emily Smith turned and looked at her best friend. Judi was one
year younger yet often knew things about the mysteries of life, both
in general and as it was practiced in the village of Fenster, that
Emily did not or had never even guessed. With short, unruly red curls,
a milk white face, and darting blue eyes, Judi was half a head shorter
than Emily but always seemed to have twice the energy. They had been
best friends for over a year, even since Judi had moved to Fenster
with her father.

	"Emmy? Are you alright?" Judi asked, putting a hand on Emily's
shoulder. "Am I so terribly boring after all your sophisticated Danner
friends?" Judi's face twisted into an ridiculously exaggerated sad
clown's face as she cocked her head to one side and clutched her still
flat chest in mock terror with both hands. "I knew it! Woe! I knew it
- you're going to cast me aside for another! Tell me it isn't true!"

	Despite herself, Emily broke into little snorts of laughter.
Being teased by Judi reminded her of what life had been like before
Danner and suddenly made her feel at home again.

	"No," Emily giggled, making her voice deep and trying to sound
as pompous as Mr. Pennypacker. "I shall keep thee, good Sir Jude - at
least till I find a better knight." Judi now broke into laughter, too.
Emily remembered the summer afternoons the two of them had spent in
Judi's father's barn loft, reading silly love poetry to one another
and eating those delightful little biscuits her mother so often
brought from London.

	"Oh, Judi, I really missed you. Honestly!"

	Judi smirked, then quickly leaned forward and kissed her
friend lightly on the cheek. "Hey, did you hear about Missy Pigget?"
Emily shook her head. "She got in the family way! Preggers! Oh, that's
not what her family's telling everyone, of course. They say she moved
to York to study the cello." Judi laughed again, her eyes sparkling in
the early afternoon sunshine. "The cello! Can you believe it! The only
thing she's going to have between her legs for the next few months
will be a big belly!"

	The two girls continued up Gordy Lane, their giggling and
mutual teasing dissolving the six months' separation between them.
When they reached the intersection with Spencer Street, the meandering
road leading over to East Fenster and Emily's house, they paused.

	"Tomorrow," Judi said in a conspiratorial tone, "I have
something very exciting to show you. You'll be hysterical, Emmy!"

	"What?"

	"A book."

	Emily frowned. What could be exciting about a book? After six
months of Danner she was sick to death of books and never cared if she
saw another one in her life. "A book?"

	Judi smirked at her. After looking around as if she were some
secret agent about to impart the most confidential of information, her
hand cupped over her eyes in the approved spy fashion, she leaned into
Emily and whispered loudly into her ear: "a _secret_ book!"

	"A secret book? Judi, honestly - "

	The redhead stepped back and gave Emily a crooked smile. "I
shall say no more, good knight - but tomorrow I shall take thee to
forbidden realms - the kingdom of erogenous!" Before Emily could
respond, Judi laughed at her friend's puzzled look, turned and ran up
Gordy Lane, her plain brown shoes clicking on the broken pavement.

	"Oh, there you are, dear," her mother said as Emily came into
the small house the two of them had shared since shortly after Emily
had turned six. As she always did when she first came through the
door, she looked at the small black and white photograph of her father
perched on the top of the upright piano. Looking unbearably handsome
in his aviator's uniform and cap, her father smiled out at her, his
expression frozen forever three weeks before his death in June of 1943
somewhere in France.

	"Did you see Judi?" her mother asked absently. Emily nodded
and headed toward the kitchen, suddenly feeling famished. "Good, dear.
I'm so sorry the Piggett girl had to go to York. Such a good and
proper girl, Melissa. She's studying the cello. Beatrice said the
opportunity came up suddenly but was too good to refuse."

	Opening the fridge, Emily peered at the neat rows of chilled
foods critically. She longed for something sweet. All she could see
were vegetables and preserved meats.

	"Don't eat anything, dear," her mother called after her,
"we'll be dining at six with my brother and Annie. They want to hear
all about Danner. They are as proud of you as I am."

	Frowning, Emily snatched a slightly withered carrot from the
bottom shelf and popped the fat end into her mouth.

	"Emily Frances!" Her mother said from the kitchen doorway,
then strode over to her and took the half eaten carrot out of Emily's
mouth. "Didn't I just tell you we are eating with your uncle?"

	"Sorry, mother."

	"Oh! I almost forgot! Mr. Thackett, the headmaster at your
school, called! He was ever so sweet. Seemed genuinely concerned about
you, dear."

	Emily flushed and felt dizzy. The memories of her meeting with
Charles Henry Thackett washed over her again.

	"He said you were a credit to Danner. A real Danner girl, he
called you! I was so impressed. He offered to be your private tutor
next term, can you imagine? I told him I wouldn't hear of it, of
course, but he insisted. Such an honor for you, Emily, dear! The
headmaster himself for your tutor!" Her mother's warm smile lit the
tiny kitchen.

	Emily tried to swallow a half chewed bit of carrot. Her throat
refused to cooperate and her mouth contracted.

	"Emily? Dear? Are you alright?" Her mother's smile faded into
a look of concern which highlighted the wrinkles around her eyes.
"You've been running again, haven't you?" Her mother took Emily's
silence for assent. "Darling, now what did Dr. Hardeway tell you? You
mustn't run. It over excites you and is unhealthy for your bones. You
must remember you are a young lady now!" Glancing at the oval clock
beside the ancient gas stove, he mother patted her on the shoulder.
"Now be a good girl and go get ready. Wear that blue frock I brought
you from Hastings. I want my Danner girl to look as special as she
is."

				  II

	"Race you to the loft!" Judi turned loose of Emily's hand and
bounded out the open door of her father's cottage. Reluctantly, Emily
lumbered through the doorway after her friend and into the soft
morning light, down the three creaky, wooden steps and onto the well
trimmed brown grass covering the yard. Despite exerting her best
efforts to catch up, Emily was still thirty yards behind her best
friend's bouncing red curls when Judi reached the barn. Angry that she
was so much slower than her friend, Emily sprinted the distance, her
arms and knees pumping furiously. Waiting until the last second to
slow down, she almost crashed into the smaller girl who was standing
patiently at the side of the wide opening into the wooden barn.

	As Emily lurched to a skidding stop, Judi hugged herself and
burst into hysterical laughter. "Oh, Emmy! Emmy! You should see
yourself! You should just see!"

	"What?" Judy gasped, wildly out of breath. Unsure precisely
what Judi found so unbearably funny, she suddenly felt defensive.

	"Your - your, oh I can't - " The redhead spun away from Emily
and doubled over, failing miserably to control her high pitched
laughter.

	"Oh, Judi," Emily said, angry that she was being laughed at
like this, "you laugh like a hyena! I didn't want to race, anyway. Dr.
Hardeway says its bad for your bones."

	Judi straightened up and smiled at her friend. "I'm sorry,
Emmy. It's just that they were - were bouncing up and down so - like
they were trying to get out, like mad bowling balls, or something."

	"What do you mean? I don't understand." Emily crossed her arms
over her chest.

	"Your chest, Emmy! Your boobs!" Judi broke into laughter
again, then quickly caught herself when she saw the injured look on
her best friend's face. "Oh, Emmy, I'm sorry. It was just so - so
funny is all. I couldn't help laughing, really I couldn't!"

	Emily felt a flush rise on her neck and cheeks. She half
turned away from Judi.

	"I'm really sorry, Em, honest." Judi said as she crossed over
to the taller girl. "At least you have them - boobs, I mean. I'm still
as flat as Collier Green." Taking Emily's left hand and pressing it
quickly to the flat front of her pale blue sweater, Judi pressed the
tiny rise of her breast into the palm of Emily's hand. "See? I wish
you could loan my some of yours."

	The hardness of Judi's nipple under her hand sent a strange
shiver through Emily. The tiny thing seemed to be growing against her
palm. Emily snatched her hand away. "I wish I could give you all of
them. I hate them!"

	Judi looked surprised. "You shouldn't, Em! Someday a man will
want to marry you because of them - they're so big! Men like big ones.
You're like one of those American movie stars, like Marilyn Monroe.
And think of all the babies you can have!"

	"I don't care," Emily said, somewhat mollified by Judi's
compliment. "I'm sick of being laughed at in the shower after
gymnasium. All the other girls snigger at me and point."

	"Oh, they're just jealous, Emmy! Can't you see that?"

	Emily had never considered that her schoolmates might envy her
for anything, let alone the size of her breasts. From the first moment
she had arrived at Danner and walked through the stately portals of
the school's ornate assembly hall she had felt so inferior to the
other girls, most of whom came from far richer families than she.

	"You think so?" Emily said, marvelling at the intelligence of
her friend.

	"Sure!" Judi smiled, talking Emily's hand. "And now, sir
knight," she went on in a mock serious voice, "I will take you to yon
loft, upon a quest to the realms forbidden! To the secret book!"

	"What is it, Judi?" Emily said, peering again at the strange
diagram on page 37 of the very ragged brown covered book entitled,
"Sex and Love for the Modern English Couple" cradled in her lap. "It
looks like a water faucet!"

	Judi laughed, half rolling over onto her side. "No, silly.
Can't you see? It's a man's - thing! What he puts inside you to make a
baby! It's called a penis."

	Emily's unplucked brown eyebrows shot up. She wondered for an
instant if Mr. Thackett's - penis, the word felt squishy in her mind -
looked like this. Somehow, it didn't seem right. It looked too little
and bent down all wrong to go into her the way she had felt Mr.
Thackett's do. "Oh, Judi, don't tease me. If a man's thing looked like
this he could never make babies because it wouldn't fit inside your -
your - " Emily flushed, realizing she didn't even know any grownup
word for that part of her.

	"Vagina," Judi said, pronouncing it "vageena".

	"Vagina," Emily repeated, instantly liking the sound of this
new and secret word. "It wouldn't fit at all! It goes all the wrong
way."

	"And how would you know, Emmy? I suppose you're an expert?"
Emily flushed, wondering again if she had made the right decision in
not telling Judi about Mr. Thackett. She couldn't, she just couldn't.
Even telling her best friend would be too embarrassing.

	"Besides," Judi continued, not noticing Emily's discomfort in
the soft light of the loft, "when a man makes a baby it doesn't look
like that."

	"It doesn't?"

	"No. It gets a lot bigger - as big as a cucumber - and points
straight up to the man's belly button."

	"Oh," Emily said, looking at the diagram again and trying to
imagine Mr. Thackett's penis as a long, green cucumber in her vagina.

	"What I don't understand," Judi said, sitting up and scooting
closer to Emily, "is how it, a man's thing, his penis, could fit into
your vagina. I can barely get my pinky in mine."

	Emily's eyebrows shot up again as she considered the fact Judi
tried to put her fingers into her vagina. She had always been very
careful not to touch her own. Her mother had been very emphatic about
that when Emily had been six. She was to wash it with a cloth, but
never touch it with her hands or fingers.

	"It stretches and gets all slippery when a man puts his thing
in you," Emily said quietly, still trying to digest Judi's last
comment. The thought was at once repelling and fascinating to her.

	"How do you know?" Judi put a hand on Emily's knee. "Did they
teach you that a Danner?" There was an almost injured tone in the
younger girl's voice, as if she was hurt that Emily, for once, knew a
secret she did not.

	"My mother told me," Emily said, hoping the lie would be
accepted.

	"Your mother! Your mother told you?" Judi laughed and fell
back on her back in the soft hay that covered the floor of the small
loft, kicking her bare legs up as she landed. Emily caught the barest
glimpse of Judi's underwear before the girl's skirt fell back into
place. "Oh, Emmy! You mother did _not_ tell you that. Your mother
covers up the piano legs!"

	"Maybe it was Aunt Annie, I don't remember!"

	Judi sat up, then leaned over until her knees where touching
Emily's and her face was only inches for Emily's face. "Maybe. And
just maybe," Judi smirked, "Emmy has a little secret, a secret - "

	"Judi!"

	"A secret... green... cucumber!!" The redhead collapsed onto
the hay again, laughing furiously.

	Emily howled in explosive laughter, both shocked and greatly
amused by her friend's joke. Pulling her feet up under her, she
launched herself at Judi as if she were diving into the shallow end of
the Fenster public swimming pool, coming to a skidding stop flat on
top of the redhead, their faces only inches apart.

	"Now you shall die, sir knight!" Emily giggled, frantically
searching for Judi's hands with her own so she could pin the smaller
girl securely beneath her.

	Sensing Emily's intent, Judi was too quick to be trapped. Her
small hands jerked away from Emily's, then attacked older girl's
exposed sides. She began roughly tickling her friend. When Emily tried
to snatch away Judi's tormenting fingers, the redhead would dart her
hands to a new, yet equally vulnerable, spot on her friend's body.

	Emily jerked forward in a vain attempt to escape being
tickled. "Oh! Judi! Please! Stop it! I can't stand it!" Emily howled
again, kicking herself forward over the body of her friend until the
top of Judi's head was under her chin.

	"Emmy, your giant boobs - they're crushing me! Oh, no! I'm
going to be suffocated by killer boobs!" Judi laughed, her head now
pinioned awkwardly between the taller girl's pendulous breasts. Before
Emily could respond, Judi reached up and cupped each of her friend's
breasts in one of her hands and pushed upwards.

	Judi's touch sent a tiny shiver down Emily's belly. She
stopped laughing and tried to use her hands to push herself up off
Judi's body. The redhead's hands felt warm through Emily's blouse.
Feeling her nipples harden, Emily became slightly dizzy. Her face went
hot.

	"They're so heavy!" Judi said, her hands still in place, her
fingers gently sliding over the curves of Emily's breast. "And so
soft, too, Emmy!"

	The older girl rolled over to her right, falling off Judi's
body and coming to rest on her back beside her. Twisting over onto her
left side, Judi let her right hand slide from Emily's left breast to
her right. For perhaps ten seconds neither girl said anything.

	"You shouldn't do that," Emily said finally in a half whisper,
but making no move to dislodge her friend's hand. Judi's touch, her
palm was now slowly massaging Emily's nipple, increased Emily's
excitement. Despite her shame at being held this way, the older girl
did not want the ripples of this new pleasure spreading across her
chest to end just yet.

	"Emmy, it feels so very soft," Judi said, her eyes looking
down intently into Emily's. Her voice was low and she spoke the words
slowly. "Can I see them?" she begged. "Please, oh, Emmy! Can I look at
them, at your boobs?"

	The look of intensity of her friend's face startled Emily. She
was confused, knowing this was decidedly not something her mother
would ever approve of, but now very much liking the effect Judi's hand
was having on her.

	"Oh, please, Emmy! Let me look at them!" Judi's fingers closed
over the nipple of Emily's breast.

	Closing her eyes, the older girl just barely nodded her head,
having decided to compromise by letting Judi look at her naked chest,
but not herself watching or commenting upon the shameful inspection.

	Moving quickly as if she were afraid her friend would change
her mind, Judi unbuttoned Emily's blouse, spread the two sides of the
thin material apart like a theatrical curtain, and pushed Emily's
brassiere up until it rested on Emily's neck.

	Again there was a long period of silence as Judi gawked at
Emily's pale, naked breasts, which gently rose and fell with the older
girl's breathing. Even though she could not see Judi looking at her,
Emily flushed at the knowledge she was so exposed to her friend.

	"They're so beautiful, Emmy. Really. And your nipples are so
pink!" Without asking permission, Judi reached out and put her hands
over both of Emily's nipples. The older girl flinched, but kept her
eyes tightly shut and said nothing. "They feel so soft! I could touch
them forever!"

	Emily sighed. Warmth was spreading over her body. She felt
both soft sleepy and excited at the same time. She let her legs fall
apart, feeling a liquid warmth in her crotch which reminded her of how
she had felt after Mr. Thackett had put his penis into her vagina.

	Something hot and wet touched her right nipple, sending a jolt
of frighteningly quick heat through her body. Opening her eyes and
quickly lifting her head, Emily could see the redhead, her face
hovering just above Emily's breast, letting her tongue dance over the
puckered flesh.

	Pushing weakly at her friend with one hand, Emily said, "No,
Judi, you mustn't do that. You can use your hands, but don't kiss me
there. I can't bear it if you kiss it."

	Judi looked stricken. "Oh, Em! I'm sorry. I don't know why I
did it, honestly. I just felt I had to kiss your nipple. I won't do it
again, I promise!" Judi quickly put her hands back on Emily's breasts,
caressing the soft flesh with her palms and fingers. Emily let her
head drop back and closed her eyes again.

	"Does it feel good, Em? Do you like it?"

	Emily nodded, keeping her eyes shut, and tried not to think
about what was happening to her. She put her left arm over her face.

	"Do you want me to stop?" Judi asked. Emily knew she should
make Judi stop now and put her and brassiere back on. Something inside
her, however, did not want to let go of the hot pleasure she felt. She
shook her head but did not speak.

	"Your nipples are so big, now. And they're all wrinkled and
dark!"

	For several more moments Judi silently caressed the soft, pale
skin of Emily's breasts. Emily began to tremble.

	"Your bra has wire in it!" Judi's left hand moved from Emily's
breast. "It has steel in it! I can feel it."

	"Mother says I have to wear a bra like that or my boobs were
get all droopy. I hate it." Emily did not open her eyes or move her
hand, and she spoke so low it was difficult for Judi to understand
her.

	Judi's hand returned to its slow massage of Emily's flesh.
"Does this make you all stretchy and slippery? In your vagina?"

	Emily was too embarrassed to reply, or even to nod her head.
She knew the crotch of her cotton panties were soaked. Her vagina felt
hot and it tingled. She wondered if she would feel the same way soon
that she had after Mr. Thackett's penis had been inside her. If it
were going to happen, she wondered, how much longer would it take? It
must be getting late. She had promised her mother she'd be home by
three.

	The warmth of Judi's hands suddenly vanishing from her
breasts, Emily heard the other girl slide noisily through the layers
of dry hay in the loft. Confused, and slightly angry that the pleasure
was evaporating so quickly from her flesh, Emily opened her eyes and
turned her head to look at her friend. Judy was sitting two yards
away, her knees hiked up and her skirt pulled up to her waist. As
Emily watched, Judi reached down, grasped the elastic at the top of
her white panties and then struggled to pull the simple garment off
over her bottom.

	"What are you doing?" Emily asked, genuinely puzzled.

	As Judi pulled the cotton briefs up her thighs and then slid
them down her calves and off over her feet, she said, "Oh, Em!
Touching you, playing with your boobs, has made _me_ all stretchy and
slippery - at least I think it has. I want to see! I want to see if it
has!"

	Judi lifted her knees again and spread her legs apart. She
bent forward quickly, peering anxiously at her own middle. "Oh, drats!
I can't see. I can't see if I'm slippery!" Judi suddenly looked up at
Emily.

	"Would you look, Em?"

	Emily sat up, completely surprised by her friend's request.
She had never seen another girl's thing, her vagina, up close. Even in
the showers at Danner she had never dared look at the crotches of the
other girls. She was both repulsed and attracted by the thought of
looking now at Judi's.

	"You don't have to touch it, Em. I just want to know if it's
all slippery, like you said." The pleading look was back on the
redhead's face.

	Emily sat up and scooted over the hay until she was sitting a
foot away from Judi. "Alright. But I think I could see better if you
lay down on your back."

	Judi followed her friend's advice, spreading her legs wide
apart once her head was resting on the hay. Emily reluctantly pulled
herself into a position between Judi's ankles, leaned slightly
forward, then peered into the mysterious pinkness between the tops of
her friend's thighs.

	"You don't have any hair!" Emily blurted out, immediately
regretting the comment, afraid Judi would take offense at her
observation.

	Jerking her head up, Judi said, "I know, I feel like a baby."
Her tone was matter of fact and Emily felt relieved she had not
evidently insulted her friend. "Oh, Em! You're too far away! You won't
be able to see anything at all from back there. Can't you get closer?"

	Emily blinked, then tried to swallow. Her mouth was dry.
Determined to fulfill her promise, however, she scooted forward until
she was perched between the redhead's knees. Again she bent forward.

	"Does it look slippery?"

	Emily studied the pudgy folds of smooth, pink flesh between
Judi's legs. She decided the thin crevice between the rounded folds
looked like a baby's mouth smiling at her sideways. She bent a little
closer. She didn't see any wetness.

	"Oh, Judi, I'm sorry, but I don't see anything that looks
slippery at all!"

	"Wait, maybe I can feel it," Judi said, snaking her right hand
down her body. Emily watched, fascinated, as Judi's hand covered the
soft flesh and her little finger blindly probed for, found, and then
slipped halfway into the crevice.

	"Oh!" Judi exclaimed. "I _am_ slippery! On the inside!" Emily
watched Judi's little finger withdraw and be replaced by her index
finger, which penetrated almost all the way into the girl's body and
then suddenly withdrew.

	"That hurt a little," Judi sighed, putting her hand on her
belly just above her vagina. "But, Em, I'm all slippery inside, all
the way up. And I'm bigger, too, I can tell!" Judi strained to raise
her head and look at Emily with a hugely proud smile. "You can feel
it, too, if you want."

	Emily blinked again, startled by Judi's offer. "I don't know,
Judi. I wouldn't want to hurt you. My fingers are bigger than yours."

	"It's alright, really, Em. Just use your little finger. If it
starts to hurt I'll tell you and you can take it out."

	Emily inched forward, still uncertain if she wanted to touch
her friend's hairless little mound of flesh. Tentatively, she reached
toward it with her right hand. When her finger tips made contact with
the surprisingly warm skin, Judi twitched a little.

	"Did I hurt you?" Emily asked, snatching her hand back as if
she'd touched a hot iron.

	Judi giggled. "No, it just sort of ticked, is all. It's
alright, honestly, Em."

	Letting her hand return to Judi's soft mound, Emily lightly
ran her fingertips over the smooth flesh. "It's so soft!" she said,
amazed at how much like a baby's bottom Judi's skin felt. "And it's
cute, Judi. I think hair just makes it look all ugly, like a little
shaggy bear." Very gently and very slowly, Emily pressed the tip of
her little finger into the crevice, surprised at how easily her finger
penetrated the folds of skin.

	"Oh! Judi, yes, I can feel it, too!" Emily suddenly felt very
excited and she sank her finger a quarter inch deeper. "You _are_
slippery!"

	Judi stiffened and Emily pulled her little finger half way
out. "Did I hurt you?"

	"No," the redhead sighed. "It felt - it felt good going in,
Em. Like a really nice tickling."

	"Oh?" said Emily, suddenly remembering how she had felt when
Mr. Thackett's penis had been sliding in and out of her. She moved
her little finger back into Judi, then pulled it back again. "Did that
feel good?"

	"Yes!" Judi said, trembling, her voice all breathy. "Could you
do it again, do you think? You don't have to - I mean, if you don't
want to."

	Emily smiled. She liked doing this, making her friend tremble
and sigh. She slid her finger in more quickly, then pulled it back and
immediately pushed it in again. Judi gave a satisfactory gasp and
flinched.

	"Oh, Em! Now it feels like it's - I don't know - hot!"

	Emily pushed her little finger into Judi's slippery vagina
over and over again. Judi began giggling in a funny, airy voice and
her arms and legs thrashed against the hay.

	"Em! It feels so good! Oh, please! Don't stop yet! And you can
use a bigger finger, too, if you want."

	As Emily pulled her little finger from Judi's crevice, the
girl sighed, then she shook as Emily slowly inserted her index finger
between the folds. "Yes!" Judi almost shouted, "That feels better!"

	Feeling more confident now, Emily moved her finger in and out
of Judi at a faster pace. The younger girl's legs kicked, sending a
handful of hay flying. Emily felt very pleased with herself. She was
totally enthralled at the effect her actions were having on her
friend. For several long moments she used her finger like a little
piston in her friend's vagina. Judi continued to shake and she moaned
or sighed every few second.

	"Oh!" Judi's voice sounded like a baby's cry. "Oh! Emily, I -"
A violent shudder shook the redhead. Emily's finger was squeezed
out. She quickly slid it back into Judi's vagina.

	"You got smaller, all of a sudden, Judi! I could really feel
it! And you got really slippery, too!"

	"Oh!" The word seemed to catch in the girl's throat. "Stop! I
think maybe you hurt me. I got all dizzy for a second!"

	Alarmed, Emily reluctantly withdrew her hand. She noticed her
fingers were shiny. Judi pulled her legs up until they hugged her thin
body. She sighed several times, then giggled.

	"Oh, Em. That felt so good! Now I feel all light, like I was a
magic bird and could fly right away!" Struggling to sit up, Judi
smiled like a just fed cat, then scooted over the hay until she was
beside her friend. "It was ever so nice, Em, thank you!" Judi reached
up, pulled Emily to her and gave the bigger girl a hug.

	Her face against Judi's shoulder, Emily suddenly felt restless
and sad. She remembered how she had felt while Judi had played with
her nipples. The idea hit her with such sudden force she blushed
furiously.

	"Judi," Emily started slowly, whispering softly into her best
friend's ear. "Do you think, would you - I mean - " She stopped, at a
loss how to proceed. She pulled out of the hug and looked at her
friend. For a reason she could not quite understand, she raised her
palm and rested on the redhead's cheek. "Judi?" she started over
again.

	"Yes?" her friend smirked.

	"Judi - would you check and see if _I'm_ slippery, too?" Emily
dropped her head, feeling too embarrassed to go on.

	"Of course, silly!" The redhead laughed, her blue eyes
flashing, as she gently pushed Emily onto her back in the soft, dry
hay.