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.