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Warning:
 The material that follows is adult in nature, containing
graphic sex descriptions.  If you are not over 18, or if such
material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another
story.
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This is the second part of a story is based on the TV show 
Picket Fences. I got the idea from an episode where Kimberly, 
the 18-year old daughter of the main family in the show, has 
a brief flirtation with her best friend.

I was always disappointed that nothing more came of this, though
of course I knew it couldn't on network TV. So I decided to write
my own follow-up story. 

Here it is.  

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If you like the story, please let me know via e-mail. And if
you have any similar stories to share, please send them to me.
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Karen

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PART 2

As she hurried home, Kimberly could hardly think straight. Her mind was
going a mile a minute, filled with thoughts about Rachel, about sex, about
her own feelings and desires. The events of the past couple hours could be
a turning point in her young life. So much to sort out. Where did she go
from here?

One thing was certain: she could no longer deny her interest in women.
Even now, she felt her excitement build as she thought back on what she had
just done. In her mind, she could still see Rachel on the couch, flushed
with passion, her body open for Kim's pleasure. Kim could still feel the
supple warmth of Rachel's skin against her own. Lifting her hand to her
face, she caught the trace of Rachel's scent. The taste of her lingered in
her mouth.

"Come on, Kimber," she told herself as she neared home, "get it together.
They're going to know if you don't play it right." 

Kimberly tried to act nonchalant as she entered the house and called into
the kitchen, "Hi! Sorry I'm late!"

Her mother seemed mildly concerned. "Where have you been? You almost
missed dinner." 

"I know. I'm sorry. I was over at Rachel Harris's shop and we just lost
track of the time. And I'm going to skip dinner, if you don't mind. I have
a lot of homework to get done."

"Are you sure? You should eat something."

"Maybe later. I think I'll just go up to my room."

"All right. How is Rachel, anyway? I haven't seen her in weeks."

"Oh, she'd just ... great! It was really nice spending time with her." 
Kimberly's heart was racing. She knew she was blushing. She turned away and
quickly went up the stairs before her mother could notice. 

"Ohhh, that was close!" she said to herself. "Mom's so inquisitive, she
surely would have sensed something if we kept talking." Looking in the
mirror, she realized how precarious her position had been upon returning
from Rachel's place. She had thrown her clothes on when she realized how
late it was, and her hair, usually so perfectly groomed, was all mussed
from Rachel's frantic grip on her head. Anyone looking at her would think
that she had just had a roll in the hay, which of course, she had. Luckily,
she got upstairs before anyone in the family got close enough to notice.

Collapsing on the bed, Kimberly tried to work out all the things going
through her mind. Being with Rachel was so wonderful. She was so sexy, so
mature, she clearly had had a lot of experience sexually, probably with
both men and women. The idea that she, Kimberly Brock, could get such a
woman so aroused, could make her come so intensely! It almost seemed unreal
now.  

Looking back, Kimberly was disappointed that Rachel had not gone down on
her as she had for her. Of course, Rachel was probably afraid to be too
pushy under the circumstances, seeing Kimberly as the novice. Really,
Kimberly had never had anyone do that to her, except for a few feeble,
aborted attempts by her ex-boyfriend. Yes, for sure, next time would have
to be different!

As she thought about it, the urges started again. Slipping her hand down
the front of her jeans, Kimberly started a gentle rhythm between her legs. 
She was surprised at how wet she had become already.  Her middle finger
slipped inside her lips and was immediately coated with vaginal fluid. She
pulled her hand back out, and, with eyes closed, placed the finger in her
mouth, pretending that the taste was from Rachel ... or perhaps some other
girl. 

"God, I'm still so horny," she thought, "if I don't do something, I'll be
distracted all night." Locking the door to assure her privacy, Kim slipped
off her jeans and began to pleasure herself in earnest.  As her fingers
teased her delicate tissues, she pictured in her mind what she and Rachel
had done together. More excited now, she looked between her own legs,
drawing an image of Rachel's face pushing into her muff. As her passion
built, she pictured other women - movie stars, singers, even her friends -
in that spot, eager to satisfy her with their talented tongues. 

Spurred by these images, it took little time for Kimberly to reach orgasm.
 With her brothers just in the next room, she turned face down in her
pillow to muffle her cries as her insides quivered in delight. For some
time after the initial wave, her hips continued to twitch into the
mattress, little aftershocks of pleasure racing up her spine.   

"Well, that's better," she muttered as reality returned.  Relieved of some
of her built-up sexual tension, Kim applied herself to the homework she
still had to do. But despite her best efforts, her mind continued to wander
back to her new obsession. 

Kimberly wondered what Rachel was doing at that moment. "Is she thinking
about me? Is she masturbating, too, fantasizing about us together? Or is
she feeling guilty, regretful?"  

That last thought was disturbing. There was a good possibility that Rachel
did regret what they had done. Not that she should; after all, Kimberly
seduced her, not vice versa.  But Rachel was older, probably forty or so,
despite her looks, and was supposed to be the responsible one. And her
mother's good friend besides. Maybe she wouldn't see Kimberly again. That
was troubling.

........

Kimberly didn't talk to Rachel for several days. Both of them needed time
to think about their encounter, to contemplate what it meant and where it
would lead. But Kimberly was never one to just let things lie. On Tuesday,
almost a week later, she was back at Rachel's shop again. 

"Kimberly ....  hi."  Rachel seemed surprised to see her, and a little
uncomfortable. Neither of them said anything for a moment.

"Hi," Kimberly said finally. "How have you been?"

"Oh, you know, uh ....good."  Rachel was obviously flustered.

"Rachel," Kim started, "you know that what we ... did ... it was
wonderful. And I ... I  know it makes things a little uncomfortable right
now ... but ... I ... hope it doesn't change anything between us."

Rachel looked at her oddly. "Kim," she said, "how can it not change things
between us? You just don't do what we did with anybody."

"Well, I know, but, ... I ... I hope we're still friends and everything. I
wouldn't want to lose that."

"Honey, I don't either. It's just that, ... well, ... I don't want to hurt
you.  But we can't have a relationship like ... that,  ... you understand?"

"I see." Kim thought for a moment. "I understand that. I think I assumed
that, really. It would be a real mess if anyone found out. And besides, I'm
not ready for a serious relationship right now - not with a man nor with a
woman. But I have to say, I'd like to do it again. Wouldn't you?"

Rachel didn't know what to say. Of course she wanted it again. It had been
incredible, exhilarating. And seeing Kimberly in front of her, asking,
almost pleading for her, was both flattering and exciting. Why did things
have to be so complicated?

She couldn't say no. "I have to admit, Kim, I do want to be with you some
more. You've been on my mind a lot over the past week."

A little smile came to Kim's lips as Rachel admitted this. Brief images
entered her mind, of Rachel, her hands between her legs, calling out Kim's
name as she played with herself. She felt a little twinge between her own
legs at the thought.

Eventually, they both agreed. Neither had any need nor desire for a
"serious" sexual relationship, but there was no reason not to meet and talk
occasionally as they always had. They only difference was that now they
could also share their bodies and provide some mutual joy. Rachel once
again seemed completely comfortable, and Kimberly left the shop feeling
very satisfied with the outcome.

.........

It was Friday afternoon, and Kimberly was on her way to the sheriff's
office to see her dad, Sheriff Jimmy Brock. He needed some papers that he
had left at home, and she offered to bring them over. It was an unusually
warm spring day, so it was nice to be out and about. Besides, she needed
something to keep her busy.

Unfortunately, settling her relationship with Rachel had done nothing for
Kimberly's immediate needs. Their tryst had opened a whole new world, and
Kimberly couldn't wait to continue her exploration. But she couldn't go
back to Rachel right now, just two days after their talk. So she found
herself in very horny again, desiring the touch of another woman. Some of
the girls at school were driving her crazy. They had no idea, of course,
but the short skirts and tight jeans they wore to attract the boys were
having the desired effect, but on her! She could have settled for a boy,
actually, but as luck would have it, no one seemed very interested at the
moment. "Just as well," she told herself, "it would probably be a let-down
anyway." 

In truth, Kimberly had already ruled out the girls at school. How could
she approach someone? And even if one of them were interested, it was sure
to get out somehow, and she couldn't live with the embarrassment and shame,
especially when her family found out. She even thought briefly about
driving to Milwaukee that night, to look for a prostitute, but she quickly
realized that was a crazy idea. It  just made her realize how desperate she
had become. She had to find someone! But where?

As she entered the office, she saw Kenny, the local hunk and along with
Maxine, her father's most trusted deputy. "Hey, Kenny," she said, "have you
seen my dad?"

"I think he's back in the records room," he replied.

She walked down the hall until she found the right room. The door was
open, and as she turned the corner to enter, the first thing she saw was
someone's uniformed rear end. She stopped suddenly, then realized it was
Maxine, bent far over a desk, reading something.

Kimberly couldn't resist a sarcastic remark. "You must be really proud of
that thing to show it off like that."

That gave Max a start. "Huh???? Oh,  what do you mean?"

Kim smiled. "I mean you had your butt on display there for everyone
walking by." 

Max gave a little laugh. "Oh! Sorry. I just started reading this and
forgot what I was doing."

"Just kidding, Max," Kimberly assured her. Actually, if anyone were going
to show off, it may as well be Max. Kimberly had always envied her bottom,
comparing it with her own. She couldn't count the times she had noticed
some guy's gaze following Max down the street after she passed, and it
definitely wasn't focused on the back of her head! Max had an almost
perfect tush - nicely rounded and just the right size, what most people
would call "tight". Usually, it was hidden by her bulky, unflattering
uniform, but at the pool, or at the department picnic, when she wore those
now famous little shorts, lots of people noticed. 

"So how are you, Max?", she said.

"Oh, good, real good." Max's face belied her answer. The weak little smile
on her face made it obvious that she was in one of her low moods.

"It doesn't sound like you're 'real good'", Kimberly offered. "What's the
matter?"

"Nothing, really, I'm fine."

Kimberly just looked at her, waiting for the real answer. She knew Max.
and Max knew she knew her.

"Oh, all right," Max finally admitted. "I'm feeling kind of down, I guess."

"Why?"

"The usual ... men! I just get so frustrated that I can't find SOMEBODY
that I can stick with. And the thing with Kenny was the worst, because now
it's awkward to work together, too. And here it is the weekend and it looks
like I'll be home alone for the whole time."

Max and Kenny had had a "thing" for a while. It had a long time coming,
but it was very short-lived. And Max never handled these things very well.

"Hey," Kimberly said. "why don't I come over tonight? We can get a good
movie, make some popcorn, you know, have a girls' night out - or in, I guess."

Max considered the offer for a few seconds, then brightened up and said,
"Okay! Yeah, let's do that. Is 7:30 good?"

"7:30 is perfect! I'll get the movie. See you then."

Kimberly left the room with a rush of excitement. This situation had
promise. She had no idea about Maxine's sexual preferences, although
everything she knew told her she was completely heterosexual. On the other
hand, she knew Max. Max was always a bundle of mixed up emotions, and
Kimberly was pretty confident she could use that to her advantage. The fact
that Max was just coming off a sour ending to her relationship with Kenny
was even more encouraging. She was vulnerable right now, and while Kim
would normally be appalled at taking advantage of such a situation, at this
point, her urges were getting the best of her. Besides, Max might really
like it.

"Hey, Kim!"   Her thoughts  were interrupted by her father's voice. She
felt herself blushing at her thoughts in from of him.

"Hi, Daddy. Here's the papers you wanted."

"Thanks, sweetheart. Say, is anything wrong? You look a little flushed."

Kimberly tried to be cool. "Oh? Why, no, I don't think so, ... but I have
run, really ... bye now!"
She quickly left the station, already plotting her strategy for what she
hoped would be tonight's seduction.

.........





 




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