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"You should wear that two-piece I got you for your
b-day, Kris -- Kevin is working the afternoon shift." Kris
blushed, but smiled at her friend. She stepped into her
one-piece swimsuit, pulled on a pair of cutoffs, and then
looked at her friend Caryn, who was standing in the door of
her bedroom.
"No, it just doesn't feel right. What if I send him
the wrong message? He's cute and all, but..."
"Wrong message? Kris - when a girl wears a bikini,
there's only one message she can send...Duh!" Caryn let a
note of frustration creep into her voice. Kris,
recognizing Caryn's tone, braced herself for The Lecture,
which she knew was coming. "You think he's attractive,
right? You want him to notice you, right? You are
attracted to him, right? Stop me when I say something you
don't agree with. He's sixteen and already has his own
wheels. He goes out of his way to talk to you. What is
your problem, Kris?"
"Well, for one, he's two years older than I am. And
he gets to watch lots of girls at the pool, so why should he
pay special attention to me? That bikini you gave me is
pretty demure, compared to Ellen's, or even yours. And how
can I compete with Ellen's breasts? Besides, I get the
feeling that he collects girls like you collect boys."
Kris smiled at this last, to take away any offense.
Kris was not unaware of the attention Kevin paid her, and
was, in all honesty, a bit flattered by it. She pictured
him in her mind, red hair, crooked smile, swimmer's body
clad only in his life-guard issue red Speedos. She had
even fantasized about him once, caressing her breasts and
mons while gazing at a newspaper photo of him taken during
the regional swim meet in Phoenix. But that was over a
month ago, and she'd not thought about him like that since.
She mentioned this to Caryn, hoping she'd think that she
wasn't interested in him anymore. Kris didn't mind
mentioning her masturbation fantasies to Caryn; the two
girls were intimate enough with each other that neither one
felt threatened in revealing personal sexual experiences.
But still, why not wear it? After all, Caryn did
buy it for her. The least she could do is wear it. "OK,
you win. Hang on a sec." She slid out of the one piece,
and donned the bikini, adding a tee shirt to complete the
ensemble. Picking up her pool bag, she looked up at
Caryn. Maybe now she'll stop teasing me about Kevin.
Caryn, pleased that her quiet friend was at least
trying to be female, nodded and quickly changed the subject.
The two girls left Kris' house and cycled to the community
pool, and by the time they arrived, Kevin the life-guard was
ancient history. Since Kris had modestly donned her
swimsuit at home, she bypassed the public changing room and
went straight out to the pool. They arrived just after
opening time, so there were lots of vacant lounges near the
pool. Kris quickly found two choicely located lounges and
claimed them for her and Caryn. Glancing at the life-guard
tower, she saw that Kevin was already waving hello at her.
She gave him a brief, ten-watt smile to be polite, and then
ignored him.
It was a community pool, and everybody knew
everybody else. As the regulars began to show up, Kris and
Caryn greeted all their friends and neighbors. Tucson,
Arizona, like most of the rest of Arizona, reached
scorchingly hot temperatures in the summer. Nearly every
housing subdivision in southern Arizona built since the
seventies included a community center with a pool. Both
girls had spent much of every summer since they were
toddlers at this pool, and they knew nearly everybody. But
today, a woman neither girl had seen before sat down on the
last vacant lounge next to them. She smiled at Kris and
Caryn as she sat down on the lounge, said hi, and then
buried her head in a paperback.
"Oh, here comes Dylan and Ellen. I need to talk to
them. You want something from the snack bar?" Caryn was
already up and unselfconsciously arranging her swimsuit bra
to reveal as much of her fourteen-year-old cleavage as she
could. Ellen was practically falling out of her bikini top,
and Caryn was trying to provide as much competition as
decorum and her smaller breasts would allow. Dylan was
pretending to be looking everywhere but at Ellen's breasts.
Caryn was at that post-pubescent, pre-adolescent stage
where boys occupied much of her thought. Boys were becoming
a mystery, and were a source of constant speculation. She
still enjoyed playing with her dolls, but now she enjoyed
playing with boys too. She wished Kris would hurry up and
realize that boys, for the most part, were just a new kind
of toy to play with.
Kris watched her friend stride purposefully towards
the couple. Slightly amazed at Caryn's overt sexual
aggressiveness, she glanced down at her own breasts with a
small sigh. There was just a slight suggestion of cleavage
revealed at the suit's demure neckline. Her breasts were
small, but were firm and nearly spherical. The swim suit
top cradled them, two mounds the size of small apples riding
high on her chest. Not like Ellen's, who would no doubt
regret their size when she reached middle age, or Caryn's,
who would probably end up spending a small fortune on
keeping her breasts looking just they way they did now,
conical, pert, and firm. Wondering if it was jealously or
envy she was feeling, she glanced over at Kevin on his
tower, but like the unfortunate Dylan, he was trying not to
stare too obviously at Ellen. Ellen and Dylan had stopped
by his tower, and with Caryn heading toward them, he now had
two sets of mammary glands competing for what little
attention he could spare from the pool.
She swung her gaze around the pool, watching her
friends flirt with the boys. Damn, that is a tiny bikini,
Caryn! Caryn's pert little ass was neatly cradled by a
small triangle of cloth, which clung to hips that still
carried baby fat. Ellen had obviously purchased a B cup
for her C cup breasts and was happily basking in all the
male attention she could get. With a start, Kris realized
that pretty soon, she would be competing with Caryn and
Ellen and the rest of her female friends for the attention
of the boys. It was inevitable. And it made her sad to
think of Caryn as her rival. Well, we'll cross that bridge
when we get to it, she thought. What did her brother say?
There's no denying the biological imperative, or something
like that. Kris really felt that she didn't need to
compete with her friends over something like sex, but she
also knew she was only fourteen and didn't really know
anything about sex.
With a sigh, she looked around for something to take
her mind off her friends. She glanced over at the woman on
the lounge next to her and noticed that she was reading a
novel by one of her favorite authors. She recognized the PR
shot of the author on the back cover, but couldn't see the
title.
"Excuse me, is that a novel by Robert Heinlein?"
The woman lowered the book and looked at Kris over
the top of it. Smiling, she said, "Yes, one of my
favorites. 'The Moon is a Harsh Mistress'. Are you a
Heinlein fan?"
"Oh yes, very much so. I've read 'The Number of the
Beast', 'Friday' and 'Job,' and 'The Cat That Walks Through
Walls' and I'm reading 'To Sail Beyond the Sunset' right
now." She held up her book so the woman could see. "I
really like him!"
"Yes, I do too." The woman sat up and shifted her
position on the lounge so she could face Kris. "He is my
favorite author. I've read all of his novels over and over
again. Have you read any of his short stories?"
Kris shook her head. She'd only read those five
novels and didn't know he'd written anything else.
"Well, he's written lots of novels and short
stories. Those five novels you mentioned are the last ones
he ever wrote. I actually prefer his work from the sixties
and the seventies." The look of dismay on Kris' face
surprised her. "Oh, my, I'm sorry to hit you with that.
Robert Heinlein is dead. He died in 1988. I'm sorry, I
seem to have upset you."
"Oh, no, no... it's OK. I'm just kinda surprised.
I had no idea. I guess I'm just disappointed that there
won't be any more novels. I really like his characters and
his themes. I especially like Lazarus Long. I was hoping
he'd write more about him."
"Yes, I know how you feel. However, I think you do
have some small consolation in that you've read only a small
part of his work. And if you think Lazarus Long is a neat
character, wait 'til you meet Michael Valentine Smith. Or
Mike the Holmes Mark IV computer. Or drop with Lt. Rico and
the MI on a bug hunt. Or meet the man who sold the moon, DD
Harriman. I envy you, in a way, because ahead of you is
some of the best science fiction ever written." The woman
stared intently at Kris, as if seeing her clearly for the
first time. "You are so young! I mean," she quickly added,
seeing Kris' eyebrows arch, "most people your age have never
heard of Robert Heinlein, much less read anything he wrote."
Pleased in an obscure way, Kris nodded. She'd tried
to get Caryn to read 'Friday', but Caryn just couldn't get
into it. Kris and the woman chatted for a long time about
their favorite author, until they were interrupted by the
arrival of Caryn from the general direction of the snack
bar.
"Here's your Coke, Kris. Kevin wants to know if you
want to eat lunch with him. He goes off-shift in about ten
minutes. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
The woman laughed and said, "That's OK, I have to
get back to the house and finish a project." To Kris, she
said, "It was nice talking to you, even though I don't know
your name. I'm glad to meet a fellow Heinlein fan so soon
after arriving in a new place. Thanks for talking with me."
At this, Kris quickly introduced herself and Caryn.
The woman shook hands with them, and said, "My name is
Theresa, Theresa Reynolds. Call me Terry. It was very
nice meeting you." Theresa picked up her small beach bag,
her towel, and her book and with a final smile for the two
girls, walked towards the pool exit.
"So who was that?" asked Caryn, sipping at her
Seven-Up.
"A new friend, I think. We both really like Robert
Heinlein, and she knows an awful lot about him."
"A new friend? She's twice our ages. At least
twice our ages."
"What does age have to do with it? She seems nice
enough. And she was surprised that someone our age had even
heard of Robert Heinlein. That made me feel really grown
up."
"Well, I know something that will make you feel
grown up. You should go over and talk to Kevin. Did you
see the way Kevin and Dylan couldn't take their eyes off me
and Ellen? It was great!"
The rest of the day passed in the usual routine.
She went to lunch with Kevin, but declined his offer of a
ride home when the pool closed. Pedaling home, she decided
not to go to the pool the next day. Instead, she decided
she would go to the library to look for the Heinlein novels
she hadn't read yet.
* * *
Terry packed her pool bag, said good-bye to Caryn
and Kris, and left quickly. All the way home, the arousal
she felt as she talked to Kris blossomed. Lisa had gone a
long way to easing the guilt from her mind, but she was
still fighting the cultural taboo against being sexually
attracted to a teenager. Lisa had been only about two years
older than Kris, physically, but seemed far older mentally,
which made it a lot easier to rationalize, somehow. But
Kris was extraordinarily attractive, and obviously very
intelligent. Just like Lisa. The thought of Lisa pushed
her over the edge. Arriving at home, Terry sat down on the
sofa in the living room. With an image of Lisa in her mind,
Terry let her hand wander under the waistband of her shorts
to gently caress her mons. Well, she told herself as a
small orgasm quaked through her body, I am definitely
attracted to Kris. But I won't press her: I'll just make
sure she knows I am attracted to her.
* * *
Kris arrived at the library the next morning right
as it opened. She made a beeline for the table with the
online catalog terminals. She called up everything in the
library's database with "Heinlein" in the author field and
was mildly surprised at the length of the citation. The
branch of the public library she was at only had copies of
the five books she'd already read. She expanded the search
to include other libraries in the city, and was disappointed
to find that no other library in town had a novel by Robert
Heinlein that she hadn't already read. Sighing with
frustration, she asked the reference librarian about an
interlibrary loan. She'd once got a book on ballet that
her library didn't have, but was able to borrow from a
library in Scottsdale. The librarian was helpful, but in
the end, managed only to frustrate Kris even more. It
turned out the library wouldn't do an interlibrary loan for
a book that was currently in print and available for less
than $5.00. Since Robert Heinlein was a major author, all
his books were currently in print and available in
paperback.
The librarian looked at Kris closely, seeing the
disappointment in her eyes, and tried to cheer her up,
saying, "Well, you are the youngest person I've ever seen
who wanted a Robert Heinlein novel. Even his juvenile
novels were aimed at much older teen-agers than you. You
must be quite a reader."
She thanked the librarian for her time, and decided
to invest some of her baby-sitting money at the Barnes and
Noble bookstore in the mall. She walked back over to the
terminals to get hardcopy of the Heinlein titles to take
with her to the bookstore. She was pleasantly surprised to
see Theresa Reynolds sitting in front of the terminal she
had used.
"Hi, Ms Reynolds. How are you? That is a very
pretty sundress."
"Oh fine, Kris. Thank you. I wish I could wear
cut-offs and a tee shirt. It must be nice to be young. Is
this your Heinlein bibliography?" Kris nodded.
Kris said, "Send it to the printer, would you
please? Just hit the "print" button."
Kris walked over to the Laserjet in the corner, and
waited for her list to spool. Terry joined her. While they
waited, Kris told her about the library's policy, and got a
sympathetic chuckle from the older woman. She concluded by
telling her she planned on buying as many titles as she
could find at the bookstore. Jokingly, she said, "If you
know of anybody who needs a baby-sitter, let me know.
Judging by the size of this list, I'm going to need the
money if I ever want to read them all."
Terry laughed and said, "Well actually, I have an
eleven year old daughter, but I really have no problem
leaving her alone for an evening if I go out on a date. But
if I'm out of town overnight, which happens fairly often in
my line of work, I'll give you a call."
"Oh, thank you." Suddenly, Kris ran out of
conversational steam. Which bothered her, because she
really wanted to talk about Heinlein with Ms Reynolds, and
had figured she wouldn't get an opportunity again until she
ran into her at the pool once more. And here she was,
talking about baby-sitting. Rather lamely, she said, "Well,
I'm going to head over to the mall." And then, kind of
desperately, she added, "Will you be at the pool again?"
And then blushed, realizing that she did sound kind of
desperate.
If the older woman noticed Kris' sudden
discomfiture, she disguised it well. Putting her hand on
Kris' arm, she said, "You know what? I'm famished. I
didn't eat breakfast. I'm going to the mall to get an
early lunch and do some shopping. I could give you a
ride...it's so damn hot out there. I have a bike rack if
you don't want leave your bicycle here…?"
Kris nodded happily. The girl and the woman walked
out into the parking lot. Kris unlocked her Cannondale and
wheeled it over to where Terry was waiting by a current
model Nissan Pathfinder. There was one bike already in the
two-bike rack on the roof, a Specialized Crossroads.
Together, they lifted Kris' Cannondale onto the rack.
"Nice car," said Kris, as they pulled out of the
library parking lot. We almost bought this model, but my
brothers and I talked our parents into getting a 'Vette
instead. Do you like Corvettes?" Terry had one eye on the
road, and the other on Kris. Kris had sat down with her
knees spread, and Terry had a nearly unobstructed view of
Kris' panty-clad mons through the baggy leg holes of her
cutoffs. She paused to drink in Kris' unconscious eroticism
before she replied.
"Actually, I used to have a 'Vette, a '69 Stingray.
It was a present from my parents when I finished my
dissertation. I sold it about three years ago. I think my
daughter misses it more than I do. I had a Chevy Suburban
for a long time, and only sold it just before we moved here
to Tucson. The Suburban was just too much of a gas-guzzler
for out here. I'm not used to having to drive hundreds of
miles to get to a job site. Only you Americans would build
cities in the middle of a desert."
"Where did you move from?"
"Ottawa, Canada."
"Oh. Neat. Why did you come to Tucson?"
The mall was several miles from the library. By the
time they'd parked and walked to a restaurant, Kris felt
like she'd known Terry for a long time. They were well on
the way to becoming close friends. As they walked into the
mall, Terry put her hand on Kris' arm and said, "Are you
hungary? Would you care to join me for brunch?" Kris
nodded eagerly. In the restaurant, Terry ordered pesto with
smoked trout, so Kris did too. After eating, with a
conspiratorial wink at Kris, Terry ordered a Margarita and
then gave half to Kris. Terry watched as Kris, a bit
dubious, sipped at it and then wrinkled her nose. Terry
laughed as Kris politely poured it back into Terry's glass.
Terry and Kris talked all afternoon long. Kris was
amazed not only at the depth of knowledge Terry had about
Heinlein's novels, but about the wide range of her knowledge
in general, and the curiosity that had contributed to the
creation of that knowledge. And she was very happy that
Terry didn't try to talk around "sensitive" subjects like
sex. Terry was frank and straightforward about everything,
and Kris was eating it up. It made her feel so grown up to
be treated this way by an adult. At first, when Terry
broached the subject of Heinlein's attitude towards women
and sex, Kris was a bit uncomfortable, but Terry was
discussing it in such a matter-of-fact way, that Kris vowed
she would be just as mature about it as any adult would be.
Fairly soon, she no longer felt uncomfortable at
all, and eventually shocked herself by initiating a
discussion on Heinlein's attitude towards masturbation and
homosexuality. This was a topic that she had discussed only
with her best friend Caryn. Yet, she found that she could
tell Terry quite calmly and almost dispassionately about her
own masturbation fantasies. Terry simply nodded, and
pointed out that no man, not even a sexually enlightened
elitist like Heinlein, could really understand the way women
experience eroticism and sexuality.
"For instance," Terry said, "In 'Time Enough for
Love', Lazarus has grown so morose over the fact he has
literally known the joys and sorrows of thirty normal human
lifetimes that he wants to die. For Heinlein the ultimate
eroticism is something that can distract even a terminally
suicidal person. And, according to Heinlein, it seems that
masturbation is the highest form of eroticism. So Lazarus
makes love to himself, via his clones, Laz and Lor. After
all, who can explore your sexuality better than you can?
Of course, in Heinlein's typical elitist way, even
masturbation takes on epic proportions."
"How do you know Heinlein meant it as masturbation?
It seems more like incest to me."
"I think the main clue, and the clincher for me,
anyway, was the title of that chapter in the book -
'Narcissus'."
"Ah, I see. The Greek myth about the danger of
self-love. Yes, that would be consistent." Kris paused.
"Terry, what's the difference between sexuality and
eroticism? Aren't they pretty much the same thing?"
"Mmmmm...let me think. I think they are
complementary. I guess it boils down to the difference
between biology and sociology. Eroticism wouldn't exist
outside a cultural context. And sexuality is little more
than your limbic system expressing some fundamental
Darwinian theories about species survival. Reproduce or
die, basically. And still, they are both versions of what
Heinlein calls Eros. As opposed to Agape, which is a kind
of sexless love with all the intensity of sexual lust.
Eroticism is more abstract than sexuality." Terry noticed
that Kris was hanging on every word, watching her intently,
clear eyes gazing steadily into her own. She decided to try
a small gambit.
"Our sexuality is determined biologically. I have
pheromone receptors that make me respond sexually. So do
you, and so does that waiter over there. And so does every
animal on the planet that reproduces sexually, in fact. But
only sentient beings can be erotic. It is possible for me
to imagine you in a black string bikini and find that
erotic. But it is equally possible for that waiter over
their to not find you erotic at all, no matter what you
wear. Or don't wear, as the case may be." Terry paused,
inviting a comment from Kris.
But Kris was nodding her head, and didn't seem to
notice the incongruity of a woman perceiving another woman
as an erotic object.
Well, that's encouraging, Terry thought. She went
on. "Eroticism requires a capacity for abstraction.
Remember Dora, and Gay Deceiver, and Minerva, and Athena?
They were computers, but Heinlein suffused them with more
sexuality than many of his flesh and blood creations. There
is nothing particularly erotic about a computer with a
libido. But create a flesh and blood receptacle for that
sexuality, and let it be expressed for the first time, and
wham, instant eroticism." Terry saw the glazed look in
Kris' eyes, and laughed. "Clear as mud, no doubt.
Let me try that again."
The whole afternoon passed in this vein. In
deference to Kris, Terry drank ice tea, while Kris consumed
Coke after Coke. When they finally left the restaurant,
both were startled to see the sun sinking low in the west.
Kris went into a mild panic. "Oh no! I told my mom I'd be
home by six-thirty. And I haven't even got the books I came
here for. I'm trying to build up my parents' confidence in
me, show that I can be reliable. And here I am, being
irresponsible. What time is it?" Terry saw that Kris was
becoming rather agitated.
"It's twenty-five after six. Here -- call your mom
and tell her you are going to be about fifteen minutes
late." Terry pulled a Motorola Iridium cel phone out of her
shoulder bag and handed it to Kris. "Don't worry, Kris,"
she said, seeing the doubtful look on Kris' face. "Believe
me, if you call her before you're late and tell her you are
going to be late, it is much better than trying to explain
yourself when you finally do get there. And be honest with
her. Tell her you let the time get away from you. I know
these things. I'm a mother too, you know."
Much to Kris' surprise, her mother just said thanks
for calling, and suggested she buy a watch. Terry watched
Kris on the phone and saw her go from agitation, to relief,
to excitement in about thirty seconds. In fact, Kris was
almost jumping up and down as she talked to her mother.
Curious at the rapid change, Terry arched her eyebrows at
Kris. Kris acknowledged Terry with a nod and continued to
talk eagerly with her mother.
"Great! When do they get in? That is just so
cool. I can hardly wait to see them. Bye!" Kris folded
up the phone and handed it back to Terry. She was so
excited she was actually was hopping up and down. In her
excitement, Kris gave Terry a big hug, and Terry felt a
little tingle as Kris pressed her taut young breasts against
her ribcage. The source of Kris' excitement was the
prospect of seeing her two brothers. On the way home, Kris
talked on and on about them. Terry could tell that Kris was
very fond of her siblings, and was slightly amazed when she
realized Kris' older siblings were older than Terry herself.
One was a major in the American Air Force and flew secret
planes, and the other was the owner of an internet service
provider in California. Kris was saying, "Dan has been in
Bosnia for ages, doing secret stuff with his stealth fighter
squadron. He's just been promoted below-the-zone to light
colonel and he's taking some leave to celebrate. Steven has
been in Pittsburgh, giving testimony to an appellate court
about the Communications Decency Act. The court declared it
unconstitutional, so he's taking a vacation to celebrate as
well. I haven't seen either one since my twelfth birthday,
and now they are both going to be in Tucson. I'm so
excited!"
Noticing the faintly quizzical look on Terry's face,
Kris stopped her soliloquy on her brothers, and explained
the twenty-year difference in their ages. "My dad was
diagnosed as having inoperable cancer of the liver about
fifteen years ago. Both my brothers were away at college,
Dan at the Air Force Academy, and Steven at Ohio State. The
doctors gave him six months to live, with a progressive
failing of his health. Six months later, to the day, he was
just as healthy as ever. I was conceived that night, partly
in celebration, and partly in defiance of the doctors. And
he is still alive today, doing fine."
Terry pulled the Pathfinder to the curb in front of
Kris' house. They got out and retrieved Kris' bike from the
roof rack. Kris' mother came to the door and Kris quickly
did the introductions. As Kris' mother went back inside,
Kris said, "Thank you for such a great day. Will you be at
the pool tomorrow?"
"Oh, I think so." Impulsively, Terry kissed Kris on
the cheek. "See you tomorrow." Hesitating, she added,
"Look, I monopolized all your time today, which probably
caused you to forget to buy your books. I happen to have
every book Heinlein ever published in my own library at
home. After you've finished the one you're reading, you can
work your way through my collection. It's the least I could
do. Save your money, ok?"
"Really? Oh, thank you. That would be great!"
"No prob." She watched Kris wheel her bike into
the garage, watching her hips sway back and forth. Well,
I'm in lust, Terry thought. But as she examined her
feelings about Kris, as she did when she was trying to come
to grips with her relationship with Lisa, she realized
happily that whether it was Heinlein's Eros or Agape, she
just liked Kris. Period. And the last shreds of guilt
induced by her cultural taboo against sex with a teen
disappeared in the swiftly falling dusk of a Tucson sunset.
The following morning, earlier than usual, Kris
showed up at Caryn's house. "I want to wear a black bikini
today. Don't you have one in all those swimsuits of yours?"
Caryn, careful to hide her amazement at this sudden change
in her friend, nodded and quickly started going through her
closet.
"Here. Try this. If it fits, keep it; I think I've
out grown it, or the bra, anyway." Caryn watched Kris
quickly slip out of her clothes and into the bikini. The
bottom fitted snugly, two thin strings tied in a bow knot
securing the front and back of the panty across Kris' hips.
The bra's triangular cups covered only about two-thirds of
each breast, revealing a little more than she was used to.
Glancing in the mirror, she gasped at her image. That can't
be me. Staring back out at her was a different person.
Older looking, somehow. Almost a woman. She caught a
strange expression on Caryn's face in the mirror, as well.
Caryn saw Kris looking at her in the mirror, and
quickly looked away.
"What?"
"What what?" said Caryn, a bit defiantly, but
turning to meet Kris' puzzled gaze. "You just look, well,
more sexy than I thought. Must be the black. I wish I were
a natural blonde." She took a deep breath. "Actually, you
look really sexy. I guess I'm jealous. But I refuse to be
jealous of my best friend." Surprised at this admission
from Caryn, Kris was momentarily nonplussed. Kris had
always been slightly envious of Caryn. Now, seeing the
vulnerability in Caryn's eyes, and sensing a tension between
them that had never existed before, she knew she needed to
do something, but was absolutely clueless as to what. So
she acted on instinct. Reaching out, she pulled Caryn close
and kissed her softly on the lips.
"If it wasn't for you, I'd never have realized that
I'm a girl. Thanks. OK?"
Caryn raised a hand, touching her lips where Kris
had just kissed her. Still holding her, Kris felt the
tension ease out of her friend, and saw the vulnerability in
her eyes change to a glint of amusement. "And you can kiss.
Who have you been practicing with -- Kevin? No wonder
you were gone so long at lunch the other day. And where
were you yesterday, by the way? Kev didn't show up at the
pool, and neither did you."
Kris let go of Caryn, relieved that though their
relationship had been subtly altered, they were still Kris
and Caryn. "No, I've never kissed a boy. Not even Kevin,
though he obviously wants to very much. Honest. Well, my
brothers and my father, but they don't count. In fact, you
are the first person outside my family I've ever kissed.
Feel honored. I went to the mall yesterday, with Terry.
We talked all day about Robert Heinlein. She was describing
the difference between sexuality and eroticism, and by way
of example said I would look erotic in a black bikini.
That's why I want to wear one today. So I can figure out
what it means to be erotic."
"I see. I think. And yes, you definitely look
erotic. I'm a girl, and I think you look sexy. That should
tell you something. If I were a boy, I wouldn't mind
kissing you. And not just on your lips, either." On
impulse, she leaned forward and kissed Kris on her left
breast, through the swimsuit, just where her nipple would
be. "There. We're even. You are the first girl I've ever
kissed. Now let's get out of here, before I get jealous
again."
As they walked out of Caryn's room, Caryn turned
around and went back into her room. She came back out and
said, "Here, you might need this. It goes with the bikini."
Caryn handed a filmy black wrap to Kris. "You are supposed
to wear the wrap when you aren't swimming or sunbathing. It
is supposed to make you look even sexier. Though in your
case, I think that would be overkill. C'mon, let's go."
Kris was still thinking about Caryn, and the way she
had kissed her. The girls had shared kisses on any number
of occasions, but this wasn't like a thank-you kiss for a
birthday present. Kris was lost in thought as they cycled
to the pool.
Terry was already at the pool when they got there. Terry
had appropriated three lounges, and Caryn and Kris quickly
joined her at poolside. Kris quickly slipped out of her
shorts and tee-shirt. When Terry saw the black bikini, she
was so startled she spilled her ice tea. Kris leaned over
to pick up the plastic cup, which had rolled to a stop at
her feet. Picking up the cup, she sat down on the end of
Terry's lounge. Before Terry could say anything, Kris
leaned close.
"Remember what you said yesterday, about you
thinking I would look erotic in a black string bikini?
Well, I got this from Caryn. Do you think it fits your
definition of eroticism? I mean, I'm not trying to fish
for a compliment or anything...." Terry, who'd recovered
her composure, let her eyes roam slowly over Kris' body.
Unconsciously, Kris had thrown her shoulders back, and sat
posed and poised. Like a goddess in profile, thought Terry.
Long legs, thighs, oval tummy, small but prominent breasts
thrusting against the top, cascading blond hair, dazzling
smile. Yep. You are eroticism defined, Kris. I wish I
could take you home with me, right now.
"Umm. Well, yes. By anybody's definition, I think
a nubile fourteen year old in a black string bikini is
erotic." Kris nodded, as if in confirmation, and rolled
over to her own lounge. The rest of the morning, Terry
watched Kris, or more realistically, watched everybody
watching Kris, especially the young boys, who all managed to
find some excuse to wander by Kris' lounge. Oh, to be
fourteen again!
As the morning wore on, Kris became more and more
uncomfortable with all the attention. Caryn would be eating
this up, thought Kris. Why do I just want to leave? At the
thought of Caryn, she felt some confusion. Her hand strayed
to her breast where Caryn had kissed her. When it happened,
Kris had felt something…what? As she replayed the scene in
her mind, she felt her confusion grow. How should she feel
about it? She just didn't know. I wonder if this is what
it means to be erotic, she thought. Is it supposed to be
this confusing? Maybe I'm just to immature to understand
it. Terry thinks I'm mature, but what would she think of me
if she knew how clueless I really am about this? This new
thought bothered more than any other she'd had that morning.
Terry, who had been watching Kris all morning, saw
Kris withdraw farther and farther into herself as the
morning progressed. It's your fault, she told herself.
Kris obviously trusts you and your judgement, or she never
would have shown up in that boy-catcher bikini. She looks
genuinely uncomfortable. Time for a rescue. Checking her
watch, she turned to the two girls.
"It's time for lunch. Would either of you like a chicken
salad sandwich, with some yogurt for dessert?"
"Sure," said both girls, simultaneously.
"Well, let's go. Leave your bikes and let's walk.
My house is just around the corner." In deference to public
modesty, Kris and Caryn pulled shorts on over their bikini
bottoms. Kris threw her wrap around her shoulders.
During lunch, the two girls and the woman made small
talk. Kris seemed more relaxed, but still a bit distracted.
After they finished, they sat down in the living room and
talked some more. Caryn, who was anxious to get back to the
pool and flirt some more with the boys, was actually
fidgeting on the couch where she sat. Kris, on the other
hand, actually seemed to be quiet, almost withdrawn.
Surmising the source of Caryn's fidgeting, Terry said,
"Well, I'm sure the boys are wondering where you two have
gotten off to. Personally, I think I'm going to stay in the
AC for awhile before I go back to the pool. I'm just not
acclimated to Tucson summers yet."
Kris said, "Definitely. It's supposed to be
one-fifteen today." Smiling a little, she added, "I'd
rather stay here. Those boys are hot and bothered enough as
it is."
"Oh, please, stay then, if you want. No prob. Do
you play chess?"
"Yes, a little," said Kris, then eyed Caryn. She
actually didn't want go back and be the center of all that
male attention. She really wanted to figure out what she
was feeling, but she'd also noticed how ready to leave Caryn
was, and was pretty sure she knew the reason. But didn't
feel right about abandoning her friend. But honesty was
the best policy, right? "I'm going to stay here for awhile,
Caryn. I'll catch you later, ok?"
Caryn just nodded. She thanked Terry for lunch, and
Terry took her to the door, where she stopped long enough to
blow a kiss at Kris, and then she was heading down the
driveway.
Walking back to the living room, Terry said, "Excuse
me while I take a quick shower. There's more yogurt in the
fridge, and plenty of Coke. Help yourself. My chess set is
in there, on the second shelf. Back in a minute." Terry
pointed towards an end table and left the room.
Kris leaned back on the cool leather of the sofa,
thighs spread, with her arms crossed behind her head. Eyes
closed, she was enjoying the small breeze of cold air
flowing from the ac register high on the wall opposite her,
and was trying to organize her thoughts. She heard the
shower start, and got off the sofa and found Terry's chess
set. "A Trekkie, too, it would seem," she said to herself,
as she arranged the familiar figurines in their proper
places on the board. A few minutes later Terry came back
into the living room. She'd changed into a short cotton
sundress, and was toweling her hair. Kris waited until she
was done and had sat down on the sofa the floor across from
her, and then spoke.
"Are you a trekkie, too?" Kris said, picking up the
black rook, a stylized model of the Enterprise wrought in
dark pewter.
"Well, yes, but I think I'm more of a trekker, than
a trekkie. Promise not laugh at me? People find it hard to
take self-admitted "Star Trek" fans seriously."
"Yeah, I know. My brothers loved the show, and got
me hooked on the reruns. But what distinguishes a trekker
from a trekkie?"
"Dignity. I still have some." Terry and Kris both
laughed. Terry was relieved to her Kris laugh. She seemed
less tense now.
Kris palmed a black and a silver pawn, and slipped
her hands behind her. She brought them forward, a fist
clenched around each pawn, and offered them to Terry. Terry
tapped Kris' left hand and was rewarded with the silver
pawn. Terry opened with the standard king's pawn thrust,
and Kris immediately set up a king's Indian defense. Terry
watched Kris castle to complete her defense, and arched an
eyebrow towards Kris.
"Hmm, 'a little chess,' eh? I think you are trying
to hustle me. People who play chess 'a little' don't use
the king's Indian."
Kris smiled. "Maybe. My brother says it is a good
defense to use when you are unsure of your opponent's
ability. I'm not trying to hustle you. Actually, I'm
trying to impress you."
"Oh. Why?"
"Well, because I like you and I want you to like me,
even though I'm only fourteen and I'm…" she trailed off,
realizing she'd just verbalized what had been bothering her
at the pool.
"I do like you -- very much, in fact. Mainly
because you are so mature for your age. I like that. Makes
me feel younger."
Kris didn't know how to reply to that, so she just
contemplated her next move. With her defense established,
it was time to probe Terry's position for weakness. She
advanced a pawn, opening a diagonal for her queen's bishop.
Terry noticed that Kris did not protect her king-side
knight, and also advanced a pawn, exposing Kris' knight to
an attack by her bishop. Kris brought her other knight up
to cover her advancing pawn, evidently ignoring the threat
to her king's knight. Terry immediately captured the
knight.
"Kris?"
"Mm?"
"Something was bothering you back at the pool. I think it
is still bothering you. I'm not prying or anything, but you
are not your usual cheerful self."
"Am I that transparent?" Terry nodded, laughing gently.
Kris laughed too, but then got serious. "I've been thinking
about what you've told me about sexuality and eroticism. I
am so confused. And I don't know what I'm confused about."
Kris captured Terry's bishop with a pawn, though it weakened
the defense around her king.
Terry looked thoughtful. The last thing she wanted was to
confuse Kris about sex. "Tell me what you are confused
about. Sexuality and eroticism are woven into the fabric of
our culture, Kris - if I've confused you about it, I
apologize." Terry watched Kris, who was studying the board.
Terry knew where the king's Indian was vulnerable, and by
taking Kris' knight, had initiated its inevitable collapse.
Kris looked up.
"I think I should have protected that knight. Beam me up,
Scotty." Kris reached out and tipped her king over.
Terry smiled. "Hmm. I think you were distracted. I will
grant you a rematch whenever you want. But right now, tell
me what is confusing you."
Kris nodded. She leaned back on the couch, arms again
crossed behind her head. She closed her eyes, and spoke
slowly, as if she were sorting her words carefully before
letting them go. "I wore this bikini today because I
wanted to try to understand what you meant by eroticism.
But I think I made Caryn jealous. And all those boys…if
this is what it means to be erotic, I think I'll join a
nunnery." Kris sighed, and looked so woebegone, Terry
immediately went to her side and put her arm across the
young girl's shoulder, and tried to comfort her.
"But you hardly left your lounger. Caryn was
flirting so heavily with the boys, I was surprised even
stopped to have lunch. You really didn't do anything to
make her jealous, Kris. Is that what was bothering you?"
"Well, sort of, yes, but what started it all
happened before we even got to the pool. And…" she paused.
Terry wouldn't be having these problems, thought Kris. Is
she going to still think I'm so mature and adult when I tell
her how confused this eroticism thing is making me? No way.
Better change the subject for now. Until I get this figured
out. But Terry surprised her.
"Kris, is it something you feel uncomfortable talking about?
I understand. Do you want to change the subject?"
Kris looked up into Terry's eyes, and saw only
concern there. She's trying to help me, and I'm afraid of
what she'll think of me.
"You won't think I'm childish or immature?"
"Of course not. Kris, being confused about any
number of things is natural for people." With a sudden
intuition, she added, "And adulthood is no guarantee that
the confusion goes away. Believe me, I know. You are
fourteen, Kris. You have a ways to go yet in the experience
department. Don't let your lack of it interfere with your
ability to understand what experiences you do have. Don't
be in such a hurry to grow up."
Kris pondered this for a moment. She realized that
Terry was right. She should be seeking people with
experience out, and not be worrying about her own
inexperience. She felt some of the confusion lift.
"It's Caryn, mostly. She's been trying to get me to
flirt with the boys, and she teased me into wearing a bikini
the other day. Not this one. But today she got jealous of
me when I put this one on. And that bothered me, because
she is my best friend and I don't want her to be jealous of
me. I didn't know what to do, so I just kissed her and told
her I was glad she teased me into wearing bikinis. And I
could tell this made her feel better. And then she kissed
me back. I didn't really think about it at the time, but
now I keep wondering about it. If I hadn't worn this
bikini, I don't think it would have happened. But I wore
this bikini today because you said I would look erotic in
it, and I was curious about being erotic." Kris trailed off
and looked at Terry.
"Oh, Kris. Don't worry. Yes you look erotic. To
be honest with you, when I saw you at the pool, I thought,
wow, what a little fox, wish I could look that sexy. So I
kinda understand Caryn's point of view. And I think you did
the exact right thing when you kissed her and thanked her.
And when she kissed you back, well, again, to be honest, I
think I understand that, too. You really are erotic. I
think Heinlein had you in mind when he was creating
Hamadryad. I think, given half an excuse, I'd want to kiss
you, too. And not just on your lips. But I don't want to
scare you or offend you. It just goes to show what kind of
effect a little eroticism can have on people. Even on
friends."
Kris looked thoughtful. "That is almost exactly
what Caryn said, about wanting to kiss me." As she said it,
she remembered the feel of Caryn's lips against the
swimsuit's bra. "Would you really want to kiss me?"
"Yes, I would. How do you feel about that?"
"I don't know." As she said it, Kris realized that
she wouldn't mind if Terry kissed her. In fact, she wanted
her to, in an odd way. Perplexed, but again relying on
instinct, Kris just did what she felt was right. Taking a
deep breath, she said slowly and carefully, "If I said I
wouldn't mind being kissed by you, would you kiss me?"
Terry just gazed at Kris, who gazed calmly back at
her. Terry said, in a quiet voice, "Kris. Oh my, yes, I
would like very much to kiss you." Leaning towards Kris,
Terry brushed her lips gently against Kris' lips. The
contact lasted only a moment, but it was like an electric
current arcing through her body. Terry closed her eyes and
savored the sensation.
Terry kissed Kris again, brief, tantalizing caresses
with her lips. Terry could sense that Kris was responding.
Gently, she cradled Kris' head and shoulders with her right
arm, and softly laid her back against the armrest of the
sofa. Slipping to the floor by her, Terry began to trail
her kisses farther and farther down Kris' neck. Reaching
the swim suit's top, Terry felt the soft swell of Kris'
breast against her lips. With her hand, she gently slipped
the top to the side, revealing the gentle rise of Kris'
breast. Underneath her, she felt Kris shiver slightly.
With her tongue, she traced the aureole, and then pressed
her lips softly to the nipple and sucked gently. Very
quickly, the nipple came erect, and Terry was delighted to
feel it stiffen between her lips. She slid the cup back
over the breast, and then trailed her tongue across Kris'
chest to her other breast. She gently eased it free of the
top, and then took the entire breast into her mouth. She
heard Kris gasp at this sensation. Terry tugged at Kris'
breast gently for several seconds, and then slipped it back
into the swimsuit top when she felt Kris' whole body shudder
under a small orgasm. On her knees now, she looked down at
the recumbent teen-ager. Kris' eyes were closed, she was
breathing rapidly and shallowly, and her face was faintly
flushed.
Terry swung her gaze from Kris' face, down along her
body, stopping at the cut-offs she was wearing over the
bikini bottoms. Tentatively, Terry reached out and
unsnapped the shorts, and then ran the zipper down. She
pulled the two flaps to the side. The bikini had slipped
enticingly down the teen's hips, the first swell of her mons
just visible above the waistband of the bikini. Hesitantly,
Terry reached out and placed her hand palm down on Kris'
nearly oval tummy, and held it there, coaxing her gently to
slow down her breathing, to deepen the rhythm. Slowly, Kris
responded. Gently, she let her hand slide down her tummy,
until it she could feel the waistband against her finger
tips. Keeping up a steady pressure, Terry slid her hand
down to Kris' mons and softly cupped it in the palm of her
hand.
Kris was drowning in a sea of sensation. Terry's
lips were like butterflies, fluttering against hers, light
as a snowflake, but warm like summer rain. This was
kissing. She was just wondering if this was what Caryn
felt, when she noticed Terry was no longer kissing her on
the lips. She could feel Terry at her throat, her tongue
caressing her there, then her neck. Kris could feel her
nipples tingling, and when she felt Terry slip the suit top
aside she shuddered in anticipation, knowing exactly where
Terry's lips were going. As she felt Terry's tongue glide
around the tip of her breast, she gave herself up to the
sensation. Oh yes, she thought. Soon, Kris felt Terry slip
her other breast out of the suit top, and was eagerly
anticipating the feel of her lips against her other nipple.
But Terry surprised her, taking her entire breast into her
mouth. It was an amazing sensation, and Kris felt an orgasm
surge up through her body. Kris moved with the orgasm,
letting it fill her mind.
She came back to reality. Terry was gently pressing
her tummy in a slow rhythm. She liked the feel of the
pressure against her stomach, and soon matched her breathing
to Terry's gentle cycle. She lay like that for awhile,
thinking about what had just happened to her. She knew she
needed some time to think about what she was feeling. Lost
in thought, she didn't react at first as Terry unbuttoned
her shorts. The pressure from Terry's hand was more
directly over her vagina now, and it felt so good. But when
she felt Terry cup her mons in her hand, she realized that
she wasn't ready for any more intimacy, just yet. She
needed some time to think.
Terry detected a sudden rigidity in Kris, and was
taking her hand from Kris' mons even as Kris grabbed her
arm.
"Mmm, no more, please Terry, I'm not quite ready.
I'm sorry, it feels so nice, but I just want to lay here for
awhile and think about what just happened. Just press me
right about here, like you were, please? That felt sooo
good." Kris tugged on Terry's arm, and guided her hand back
to her torso, placing it just above her mons, over the
waistband of the bikini bottoms. Terry could just feel
the swell of her pubis against her palm. "Oh yes, right
there. Mmmm. That feels great. Thank you, Terry."
Terry was happy that she hadn't pushed Kris past the
point of no return. She could have easily scared her by
trying to force her past the point she wanted to go. Kris
seemed relaxed, and Terry just enjoyed Kris' trust in her.
As her hand rose and fell with Kris' even breathing, she
wondered what the future would bring.
"Kris?"
Kris opened her eyes, and smiled at Terry. "Hmm?"
"Are you O.K.?"
"Yes, I think so."
"What are you thinking? Maybe I can help you sort
out your feelings right now." She remembered Lisa asking a
very similar question after the first time they had made
love.
"That I probably should head home. I think I need
to be alone for awhile. Do you understand? It's not you or
anything, I just need some space."
"Of course, sweetheart. I do understand." She
resnapped the teen's shorts, zipped them up, and then pulled
Kris to her feet. Kris slipped the wrap over her shoulders
and stepped into her sandals. Terry walked her to the door.
As Kris slipped out the door, Terry said, "If something is
bothering you about what just happened, please tell me, OK?
I promise not to put any pressure on you about it, but I
want you to know that I'm still your friend."
Kris said quickly, "I know that. And you are still
my friend. Thanks for giving me this space."
Kris walked down the driveway, headed for home, lost
in thought.
* * *
A few days later, Kris was still thinking about it.
With both her brothers in town, she'd been too busy having
fun with them to think about Terry. She knew that she
wanted to explore her sexuality and eroticism more with
Terry, but had no idea how to convey this to Terry.
Realizing she was no closer to a solution than when was
lying on Terry's couch, she decided to talk to her brothers
about it. She loved them like crazy, and she trusted their
judgment. They always seemed to have answers, and even when
they didn't (they were, after all, human) they always made
her problems seem less dire. Her parents were spending that
weekend in Nogales, so she had her brothers all to herself.
So Saturday afternoon, she took them both by the hand,
dragged them into the kitchen, and told them she had a
serious problem and needed help. And that she didn't want
Mom and Dad to know about it yet.
Dan got a beer from the 'fridge and sat down on the
table across from Steven and Kris. He said, "OK, Kitten.
I've got about 50 days of leave on the books, and Steve,
capitalist running dog businessman that he is, can take a
vacation for the next decade, if he wants. Right Steve? Do
you need lawyers? Guns? Money? Just tell me. I'm yours
to command."
Steve nodded. "Anything, Kitten. Name it, and then
say my name."
Kris sighed. "I need some advice. About sex."
Dan arched an eyebrow. "Sex? What do you want to
know?" Piously, he said, "The way to a man's heart is
through his balls." Kris giggled. To Steve, he said,
"Better keep her away from anything with a Y chromosome,
Stevie. Is that nunnery still out there on Country Club,
near 5th street? I know she's not Catholic, but maybe we
can bribe the Mother Superior.... Do they still make
chastity belts? I bet I could find one at an S&M shop."
Turning back to Kris he said, "What size girdle do you
wear, Kris?" Dan winked at Steve, and watched as his little
sister rose to the bait.
Indignant as only a fourteen year old little sister
can be, Kris retorted huffily, "Hey...I know about boys, and
Y chromosomes, and all that stuff...I didn't get sex
education off the 7-11 porno rack during the dark ages like
you two did. And besides, it's a monastery, not a nunnery,
and yes it is still there. And it's none of your business
what size of girdle I wear." Pause. "What's a girdle?"
"Never mind him, Kris - he still thinks you're a
virgin." Now it was Steve's turn to pause. "Uh, are you?
I mean, I know a doctor…" He was cut off short, as he had to
duck quickly to dodge the spinning back-kick that Kris aimed
at his head. Kris had blushed crimson, and then stared at
him with an angry glint in her eye.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. What's it to you?"
Kris stared down at her feet for a moment, and then looked
up at her two brothers. She put her hands on her hips, and
said in a very quiet but determined voice, "Only me and my
pediatrician know for sure. What I do with my body is my
business. But because, in some weird way, I kinda trust you
two old geezers, I will tell you that I am "virgo intacto,"
which in Latin means that I can wear white at my wedding.
If I were to get married today, that is. Who knows about
tomorrow?" Defiantly, she glared at her brothers.
Dan sensed that this wasn't really the problem Kris
wanted to talk about, so he said mildly, "Hey, I'm sorry,
Kris. Steve, you are an idiot. Kris, your sex life is none
of our business, unless you choose to make it our business,
which, I should point out, is implied by your interest in
our advice about sex. I will thrash Steve with a wet
noodle fifty times for asking such a dumb question, though,
if you will stipulate that because he loves you in his own
dumb way and wants to protect you from harm, kinda like a
puppy dog, that he might have ulterior motives beyond a
certain Y-chromosome dominated curiosity about the sex life
of a nubile teen angel." Dan reached out and put his
hands on Kris' shoulders, and then looked her right in the
eye. "I think what Steve was going to say, before you tried
to decapitate him with your sandal, was that he could get
you some birth control pills if you weren't comfortable
asking Mom and Dad for some. And that was a neat kick.
You've been practicing. Steve? Did I grok this rightly?"
Steve bodily picked up his little sister, gave
her a good, tight hug, and sat down in a chair, Kris cradled
in his arms on his lap. He said gently, "Yes, exactly. I'm
very sorry I upset you. Please forgive me. I guess sex is
a sensitive subject, especially for nubile teen angels. If
you need anything, bc pills, or even an abortion, don't
hesitate to ask either of us for help. And, though you may
find this difficult to believe, you can ask Mom and Dad for
help if you need it. I guarantee you that they love you as
much as we do." He watched the fire dim in Kris' eyes.
"And believe me, Kitten, sex is too much fun to let yourself
get hung up over it."
Kris sighed. Of course they wanted to help her.
How could she feel angry at them for trying to help her?
Dumb! Smiling happily she hugged Steve as hard as she
could, and then climbed off his lap and leapt into Dan's
arms, and hugged him, too. Then she sat on the edge of the
kitchen table.
"Okay, guys, here it is. I've met somebody, and
this person is the neatest person I've ever met -- present
company excepted. This person means a lot to me, and has
let me know, in no uncertain terms, that they are attracted
to me. We've gone pretty much beyond the good-friends
stage, mentally and, well, physically too. It kinda scared
me, but not in a bad way, just well, you know, and this
person didn't pressure me at all, and well we stopped, but
now I want to let this person know that, well, I wouldn't
mind, and...oh heck, this isn't coming out right."
Dan and Steve let her ramble on. When she paused to
catch her breath, Dan said, "I think we grok it, Kris. You
two were getting hot and heavy, and you put the brakes on,
and now you are worried that this person may not want a
rematch, right?" Kris nodded.
Steve said, "Well that's the easy part, Kris. I had
the same thing happen to me with a girl only a year older
than you back in high school. We were both sexually curious
and our explorations got bolder and bolder, and we were
pretty close to actually getting serious. Both of us were
virgins, and right when it was go or no go, it was no go. I
worried for weeks that I'd pressured her too much. I was
embarrassed, so I started avoiding her. One day after swim
practice, I saw her standing at the gate, obviously waiting
for me. She kinda smiled and said 'I think we need to go
to the park' which was our code for making out. Well, she
was right. We went straight back here, and while Mom and
Dad were out, and Dan was at football practice, we lost our
virginity. So the moral is, tell the person how you feel,
and let nature take its course."
Dan said, "Exactly. I think you should do as
Steve's friend did. But now I'm going to play concerned big
brother. I love you, and don't want you to catch some
dreaded social disease. Insist your friend use a condom.
And please don't kick me, I don't have your reflexes
anymore, but I need to say this -- try not to get pregnant
just yet, OK? Take precautions." At this, Kris smiled a
private smile.
"Uh, well, ahhh, I haven't told you everything,
yet." Dan and Steve looked at her intently, and Kris could
see that they were only interested in her welfare. God, I
love my brothers. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Uh this
person is, well, a lot older than me, and well, I just don't
know how to relate to somebody old like that. I keep
worrying that I'm too young or immature."
"How old?" They asked it exactly in unison. Kris
smiled.
"Well, not as old as you two, but a lot older than
me. Early thirties, I think."
Silence.
"That could be a problem -- for both of you, Kris."
Dan grabbed the bull by the horns. "Look, in this state, if
somebody reported you to the authorities, your friend would
go to jail for a long, long time. And they'd probably
figure out some way to throw you in jail, too. Statutory
rape is a big button to push for the right-wing religious
nutbars that flock to this state in droves. Don't get me
wrong -- and don't quote me, I gotta worry about my security
clearance -- but age of consent laws are pretty dumb. And
dangerous if you are not discreet."
Steve nodded, saying, "Yeah. He's really right, you
know. We had enough trouble keeping those kind of moral
fascists from shutting down the U.S. portion of the Internet
with that ridiculous Title V section of the telcom bill,
popularly known as the CDA. And they really do seem to
flock to Arizona. If they had an honest-to-god case of
child rape on their hands, even statutory, as this seems to
be, they'd make it a cause celebre and crucify you, your
friend, and anybody else they could just to make a point.
They just refuse to accept that not everybody on the planet
has their repressive outlook on sex." He paused, and then
continued. "Kris, you are physically mature enough to be
sexually attractive. Actually, you are very sexually
attractive. Remind me not to let you sit on my lap anymore.
And I believe you are emotionally mature enough to deal with
that attraction. But I think you may need some help in
dealing with a lot of clowns out there who can't deal with a
sexually aware teenager. I think we need to discuss the need
for discretion. A nubile fourteen-year-old seen
accompanying some adult to the No-Tell Motel is bound to get
the neighbor's talking."
"I see your point, but I don't think it applies to
me in this case."
Dan shook his head. "Look Kris, we want to help,
but you have to realize that this is a serious situation."
"I know that, and I love you so much for treating me
like an adult, and not like a child. But it really doesn't
apply. I...I...still haven't told you everything."
Intrigued, her brothers looked at each other, and
with a perplexed look on both their faces, turned back to
her. Steve said, "Well? Who is he?"
Kris took a very deep breath. "She. My friend is a
she. Her name is Terry, and I really like her, and she was
so gentle, and, and...." She trailed off, and looked
helplessly at her brothers.
There was silence for several seconds. Steve
finally spoke. "Ah, yes. I see. Uh, you are right. I
don't think anything we said applies. Have to start over.
Shows how conditioned we are, eh, Dan?" Steve steepled his
hands in front of him on the table. Dan got up and got
another beer. Methodically, he opened it, poured it into a
pilsner glass, and sat back down at the table.
Holding the glass in both hands, Dan said, "That do
make things different. I need a moment, Kris."
Oh no, she thought. Whenever Dan hesitated in
answering one of her questions, it usually meant she wasn't
going to like the answer. I wonder if he thinks it is
wrong or immoral for me to want to have sex with another
woman? I should have asked him how he felt about
homosexuality before I opened my stupid mouth. Oh,
damndamndamn. She felt tears come to her eyes.
Seeing the look on Kris' face, he added quickly, almost as
if he were reading her mind, "Wait a minute, Kris. It
doesn't matter if your friend is a man or a woman or a boy
or a girl. It really, truly doesn't. Please believe me.
I've maintained all my life that sex is simply friction.
How you apply it is up to you. Anything else is simply
cultural baggage."
"You don't think that is too perverted of me?"
"Of course not, Kris. Dry your eyes and come here and sit
on my lap. Steve may have a problem with sexy little girls
sitting on his lap, but I like it." Kris quickly snuggled
into her eldest brother's arms and blinked rapidly, her
relief driving her tears away.
Steve said, "Well, one thing still applies:
Let...Terry was her name? Let Terry know that you do want
some more physical intimacy. And discretion is still a good
idea, though it will be much easier to accomplish.
Kris nodded. She looked at Dan.
Dan, still annoyed at himself for his momentary
hesitation and the distress it caused his sister, smiled at
her and said, "Listen to me, Kitten. You will never cease
to amaze me. I hope your friend realizes just how lucky she
is. But back to your problem. I agree with Steve. I think
all you need to do is somehow tell your friend that you want
to make love to her. Just don't be too overt about your
physical relationship in public. I remember how it was,
when I was young and in lust."
"How was it?"
"Well, you will see all the sexually repressed
half-humans around you, and you'll be tempted to flaunt it
in their faces. Try to exercise some restraint in public
when you two are together."
"Well, ok, I think I understand that. But the
problem is letting Terry know how I feel, remember?"
"Kris, I don't know how a woman tells another woman she's
interested in her, so I really can't help there, if it is a
strategy you are looking for. In fact, I still have trouble
negotiating the barnyard dance, myself. Uh, who made the
first move?"
"Uh, I guess, well, I kinda did, sorta, but really I
just made it easy for her. I think she really wanted to,
but was just waiting to make sure it was OK with me. I
don't know. I made the first move, I guess. Why?"
"Well, I was thinking that if you reverse-engineered
what she did, then that would be a strategy, but I guess it
was not that simple, was it?"
"No, but I think that is a good idea, anyway. Oh,
thank you both. I love you so much. And please, let me
tell Mom and Dad first, OK? I mean, if it becomes
necessary."
"Ahh, the part I was waiting for. Time for a little
judicious blackmail. I've just spent several months dodging
unfriendly people who were trying to shoot me out of the
sky, and not one barbecue grill within a thousand miles,
which is the operational radius of my stealth fighter....
The price of my silence shall be a two-inch porterhouse,
grilled to my exacting specification, a case of ice-cold
Carlsberg beer, and you as my scantily clad serving wench."
Dan leered at his sister and then gave her a wink.
Steve slapped his pockets for his keys, and then
pulled on a pair of flips. "Indeed. That shall be my
price, as well. I will deign to pick up the feastings,
since our wench can't buy alcohol yet, or even drive, for
that matter. Fetch me thy piggy bank, girlie."
"Girlie? Serving wench? Humpf!" She took two
twenty-dollar bills out of her wallet and handed them to
Steve.
"I was just kidding. Put your money back. Save it
for college, or whatever people your age are supposed to
save it for. Drugs. Rock concerts. Whatever. Since I
work for a living," --derisive snort from Dan -- "and make
more money in a month than either of you will make in a
year, I'll buy. But you still have to slave it for us,
sister mine."
* * *
That night, after tucking her two sweet, lovable,
and fairly inebriated brothers into bed, she sat down in the
living room and contemplated how best to approach Terry.
She wanted to let her know that she wanted Terry to caress
her again, and that she was ready to go as far as Terry
wanted to take her. But how? What could she do to recreate
that delicious intimacy, where every caress, every touch of
Terry's seemed just right, just perfect?
Well, I know that I turned her on wearing that black
bikini. What is it about a bikini that is so erotic, she
wondered. She'd put on the black bikini that afternoon, and
was fetching beers and cooking the steaks for her brothers.
Teasing them, she'd said, "Is this scantily clad enough? Or
should I take something else off?" She had slipped the top
off, and had tossed it at her startled brothers, who were
lounging on the deck, beers in hand, getting cheerfully
drunk while they enjoyed the waitress service. Dan had
leapt from his deck chair and held her down, while Steve had
wrapped her in a beach towel. They'd kept her there until
she had promised to keep her bikini on. Hmm. Running up to
her bedroom, she rummaged around in her lingerie drawer.
She wanted a black pair of panties, but she knew she didn't
have any in black. Well, white will have to do. They were
fairly brief, almost as brief as the swimsuit bottoms.
Satisfied, she crawled into bed. The last image in her mind
before she fell asleep, hand in her panties, was Terry's
face.
The next morning was Sunday, and Kris was up early.
She dressed quickly, and then dragged her brothers out of
bed to go to church with her. After church, she asked
Steve, who was driving, to drop her off at Terry's.
Kris walked up to the door and rang the bell.
Terry answered the door almost immediately. Seeing Kris,
she smiled tentatively and motioned for her to come in.
"Hi. Are you okay?"
"I'm great." Pause. "Terry? I want to talk about
what happened."
"Okay. Would you be uncomfortable if we went into
the living room and talked? Would you rather go for a
walk?" Terry didn't know what Kris was feeling, so she was
doing what she could to be as non-threatening as possible.
By way of answer, Kris took her by the hand and led
her into the living room. They sat side by side on the
couch. As she began to speak, Kris took Terry's hand and
held it in her lap.
"I want you to know that I really liked what
happened. You were so gentle, and it felt so good. And you
could tell when I needed to stop, and you did, before I said
anything. I've been hoping that I didn't ruin our
relationship, just because I'm young and didn't feel ready
yet. I apologize for acting so immature."
"Oh Kris! I know you are young, and that this must
be a new experience for you. I do understand. I really
do."
Taking Terry's hand, Kris placed it against her
breasts, and said quietly, "I've thought a lot about what
happened, and I'm ready for it to happen again." Then she
lay back, closed her eyes, and tried not to worry about what
would happen if Terry decided that she was too young or too
immature to have sex with.
Terry gazed in wonder at Kris. What a treasure you
are, she thought. Gently, she cupped Kris' left breast in
her right hand, and squeezing softly, leaned forward and
kissed Kris lightly on the lips. Kris responded by parting
her lips and running her tongue softly across Terry's lips.
Taking her hand from Kris' breast, she slid it down Kris'
body until she could reach the edge of Kris' skirt. She
pulled the skirt up, revealing the tops of Kris' thigh-high
white stockings, and a few inches higher, a very brief pair
of panties. Oh my, thought Terry. Kris, skirt around her
waist, three inches of flesh visible between the tops of her
stockings and her tiny panties, was one of the most erotic
sights Terry had ever seen. Gently, with the tips of her
fingers, she caressed Kris' mons through the thin material
of her panties. Kris arched her back slightly, pressing her
mons upward against Terry's delicately probing fingers.
Terry slipped her hand into the girl's panties, and probed
gently between her labia with her fingertips.
After a few moments of this, Terry said, "Come with
me sweetheart, upstairs. This sofa isn't going to work."
Kris sighed happily, and nodded. Together, the woman and
the girl ascended the stairs. They went into Terry's
bedroom, stopping by the big bed. Terry said, "Let me
undress you."
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Kris standing in
front of her, Terry began to undress the young girl. Kris
was wearing a calf-length skirt and a blouse. She
unbuttoned the blouse, pausing often to caress Kris'
breasts. Beneath the blouse, Kris was wearing a bra with a
front hook closure. Slipping the cups partially to the
side, she nuzzled Kris' young breasts, kissing them and
licking them with short wet strokes of her tongue. As she
tongued Kris' breasts, she unzipped Kris' skirt and let it
slide to the floor. Reaching down, she slipped Kris' shoes
off and pushed them under the edge of the bed. Kris stood
before her, long legs in thigh-high stockings, her panties
clinging seductively to her blossoming hips, her breasts
cradled in the bra. Terry, taking her face from Kris'
breasts, delighted in the sight of the girl, thinking, oh,
you look so enticing, sweetheart.
Terry turned Kris so she was facing away from the
bed, and then pulled her gently backwards. As Kris
collapsed backwards on to the bed, Terry swung her own legs
up on to the bed and shimmied backwards until she'd made
room for Kris' small body on the bed in front of her. Kris
now lay on her back, her head cradled on the pillows. Terry
rolled on to her left side, facing Kris, her head level with
Kris' chest. Starting with Kris' thigh, Terry slid her
right hand along the length of Kris' body, working it slowly
towards the teenager's bra, stopping briefly in its travel
to caress Kris' mons through her panties, and to gently
probe her navel with a finger tip. When she reach Kris'
breasts, she unsnapped the front hook of Kris' bra, parting
the cups to each side. Moving her body closer to Kris', she
tilted her head forward until she could take the nipple of
Kris' right breast between her lips. As she softly kissed
and tongued Kris' nipple and breast, Terry slipped her left
arm under Kris' neck and brought her left hand up to gently
cup Kris' other breast. Terry reached up with her right
hand to Kris' mouth, and slipped two fingers between her
lips. Kris sucked hard on them. Terry slid them around the
girl's mouth, catching her tongue between them, and gently
tugged it.
As Kris stood in front Terry, she closed her eyes
and tried to imagine what was going to happen. She'd always
wondered what sex would be like. She had never imagined
that her first sexual experience would be with a woman more
than twice her age. She gazed down at Terry in wonder. The
more she thought about it, the more she realized that this
was exactly what she wanted. She sent a silent wave of
gratitude towards her brothers. Now, all she wanted was to
abandon herself to Terry, to feel her body fondled and
caressed by this incredibly gentle woman. Shivering with
anticipation, she felt Terry's hands moving lightly against
her breasts as the older woman unbuttoned her blouse. Kris
felt the cups of her bra being pushed aside, and gasped with
pleasure as Terry's tongue went to work on her nipples. She
barely noted her skirt as it slithered to the floor, and
automatically stepped out of her shoes when she felt Terry's
hand at her ankles. Under the gentle guidance of Terry's
hands, she turned around, and then sunk on to her back on
the bed, shifting upwards so that her head came to rest on
the huge pillows.
Kris felt Terry's hand on her thigh, and shivered
slightly as she felt it slip upwards towards her vagina.
As Terry's hand gave her mons a brief caress and moved
towards her breasts, she sighed with pleasure. She felt
Terry slip her arm under her neck, and uttered a low moan as
she felt Terry capture her bare nipple between her lips.
She felt Terry's fingers enter her mouth, and she began to
suck on them.
Terry sensed the orgasm building in the young teen,
and judging the peak, bit down gently with her teeth on
Kris' nipple as the first wave of Kris' orgasm swept through
her. Kris moaned at this added sensation, her orgasm
seeming to treble in intensity. When it passed, she lay
breathing slowly and deeply.
But Terry didn't give her long to rest. Terry
slipped her fingers from Kris' mouth, and then slid her hand
down Kris' torso, letting it come to rest when it reached
the girl's panty-clad vulva. Terry could feel the rising
swell of Kris' labia against the taught material of her
panties. Delicately, she pinched and squeezed them through
the thin membrane of her panties, softly manipulating them
against her pubic bone, pressing her finger in the narrow
valley between them, timing each caress to the slow rhythm
of Kris' breathing. As her fingers caressed Kris' labia,
Terry's pressed her lips to Kris' ear, nibbling at the soft
flesh of her earlobes, sucking gently. In only a few
minutes, Kris was thrusting her hips upwards against Terry's
hand, her urgency plain to Terry. Terry whispered in her
ear. "Slowly, sweetheart. Just a steady rhythm. There you
go. That's it. Oh, I love you, Kris. Tell me sweetheart,"
Terry said to distract the girl a little, "are you a
virgin?"
It was several seconds before Kris could answer.
She opened her eyes and said, "Yes...why?"
"I'm not prying, little one. I just don't want to
rupture your hymen without preparing you for it. It can be
painful for some women, and I don't want to cause you any
pain at all. I would be very careful if your hymen were
still intact, that's all."
Kris nodded, her breath coming fast, as the waves of
another orgasm began to crash through her body. She managed
to gasp, "That's okay...I know you will be gentle…Ahh, ohhh
Terry!"
Terry smiled down at Kris, thinking, oh, you are a
surprise, sweetheart. Terry said, "OK, darling. You might
feel a little pain, but it will pass quickly. Now just
close your eyes and kiss me, little one."
Kris quickly complied. Terry was delighted to feel
Kris tongue slip between her teeth and dart around the
inside of her mouth. Terry reciprocated, sending her longer
tongue deep into Kris' throat several times. She felt Kris
shiver with increasing intensity each time she did it.
Soon, Terry felt Kris' entire body spasm, as yet
another orgasm drifted through the young girl. Slipping her
arm out from under Kris, Terry reversed her position. Now,
Terry was lying on her stomach next to Kris, her head
towards Kris' feet, her legs drawn up to the side around the
pillows supporting Kris' head. With her left hand, she
pushed gently against Kris, coaxing her onto her left side,
facing away from her. Terry grasped Kris' left leg just
under her knee and gently pulled her leg up towards her
chest. With her knee against her chest, Kris' pudenda was
exposed, the curved surfaces of her labia straining against
her panties, the material sagging into the cleft between
them. Terry then slid her right hand under the waistband at
the back of Kris' panties. She paused briefly, then slid
it across the cheeks of her tight little ass, until she
could feel the panty's crotch against the back of her
knuckles. Terry then flexed her wrist away from Kris' body.
Kris' panties slid across the back of her hand and down,
seductively revealing the lower two-thirds of Kris' labia
and vaginal cleft. Ever so gently, Terry brought her right
hand under Kris' raised leg, her fingers coming to rest
lightly against Kris' exposed labia. She fondled them
softly, rubbing them along their length several times,
pausing to pinch them gently. Kris again began to thrust
her hips, in time with Terry's tender caresses.
In a very short time, Terry began to notice moisture
against the tips of her fingers as her caresses ignited
Kris' limbic system. Terry gently parted Kris' outer labia,
and saw that Kris' inner labia were glistening with
precoital lubrication. She trailed her index finger through
the moist folds of her inner labia, feeling Kris shudder as
her finger frictioned across the sensitive tissue. She
brought the finger to her lips and tongued the moisture from
it, savoring Kris' little-girl muskiness.
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"Here we go, sweetheart. Ready?"
"Yes, Terry."
Terry slipped her middle finger through the gap between the
hymen and the opposite vaginal wall and then gently started
to detatch the hymen. The hymen came loose almost
immediately, and there was very little bleeding.
"There sweetheart. Does it hurt? I can give you a couple
tylenol for the pain."
Kris could only manage a quick shake of her head. She
opened her eyes and gazed intently at Terry for several
moments, and then sighing with pleasure, closed them again.
Terry began to gently slide her fingers into and out of
Kris' vagina, moving them up and down in the vaginal cleft,
so that her knuckles came into brushing contact with Kris'
clitoris with each stroke of her fingers. Terry brought
her lips against Kris' left leg, and began to lave the skin
of her thigh with her tongue.
Kris responded immediately, lubrication flowing
freely around Terry's fingers. Again, Kris began to thrust
her hips, in steady counterpoint to Terry's rhythmic
penetration of her vagina. But soon, Kris abandoned the
steady rhythm, and began to arch her back, thrusting her
pelvis wildly against Terry's hand. Terry reined her in by
moving her caresses away from her clitoris. Terry began to
gently tease Kris, brushing her knuckles against Kris'
clitoris until Kris was pounding her pelvis against her
hand, and then bypassing her clitoris until Kris' regained
her composure. Terry brought Kris to several orgasms in
rapid succession in this manner, delighted in how sensitive
and responsive to her touch Kris was.
Kris was lost in a lost world of pleasure. As Terry
bit down on her nipple, pleasure exploded around her. She
gasped at the sensation, wondering at its intensity. As her
orgasm subsided, she started to thank Terry for bringing her
to such a wonderful climax. But before she could articulate
her thanks, she felt Terry's hand slide across her stomach
and come to rest against her mons. She felt Terry's fingers
begin to massage her labia through her panties. The
sensation was so pleasant she forgot what she was about to
say, and just sighed with pleasure. Almost involuntarily,
Kris began to buck her hips, thrusting upwards against
Terry's hand. She heard Terry ask something about being a
virgin, and she managed to gasp out a reply, before
surrendering herself to another orgasm. When it passed,
she felt Terry's lips against her own, so she boldly thrust
her small tongue as far as she could into Terry's mouth.
She shivered as Terry slipped her own tongue into her mouth,
and then forced it gently down her throat. For Kris, the
sensation was entirely new, and she marveled at the way it
seemed to make the pleasure fanning outward from her vagina
as Terry caressed her labia even more intense. In no time
at all, she felt another climax rocket through her.
As it subsided, she felt Terry shift position. She
felt Terry grasp her leg just under her knee and pull it up
towards her chest. She then noticed Terry's hand in the
small of her back, slipping under the waistband of her
panties. As she felt Terry flex her wrist, she felt her
panties slide down her hips and come to a rest across the
middle of her thighs. For several seconds she felt only a
small breeze gently tickle her exposed labia. Then, warm
and gentle, she felt Terry's fingers against her bare mons.
They squeezed and stroked her labia, feather light and soft.
Oh, she is so gentle. Oh Terry!
Kris felt another orgasm begin to build, and began
to thrust her mons slightly against Terry's hand. She felt
Terry part her outer labia, and then shuddered deeply at the
feel of Terry's finger sliding across her inner labia. She
knew she was lubricating, feeling a wet coolness against her
labia. Terry pulled her other leg up to her chest, and then
slipped her panties down her thighs to her knees. She
shivered again as Terry laid her finger along one side of
her mons. Then she felt Terry, with exquisite delicateness,
part her labia and penetrate her vagina with her fingers.
The feeling was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
She felt Terry broach her hymen, but she barely registered
the sensation. Terry was so gentle! Terry asked her if she
was in pain, but she couldn't articulate a reply. Instead,
she just shook her head, and sent a psionic pulse of
pleasure directed at Terry, hoping that she could bridge
with her mind what her voice couldn't bridge with words.
Her clitoris became the center of her awareness.
Terry's fingers brushed rhythmically against it, fueling the
fire raging throughout her limbic system. Very quickly,
Kris climaxed, her orgasm exploding through her mind. But
it didn't stop with just one. As the orgasm attenuated,
Kris felt the stroking friction against her clitoris
diminish, and then gradually build again. Another orgasm
drifted through her, even more intense than the last one.
And again she felt Terry taper off, letting her recover
before launching her into orbit again. Kris lost track of
everything except the pleasure she was experiencing through
Terry's deft and skilled fingers. Again and again she came,
the climaxes coruscating across her mind like shimmering
planes of crystal, each one coalescing into the next, until
her body was just one incandescent sheet of crystalline
pleasure.
Terry let one more orgasm drift through Kris, and
then gently removed her fingers from Kris' vagina.
Slipping her arm from under Kris' legs, she let them slip
slowly from where she held them against Kris' chest, until
they were stretched out again on the bed. She reversed her
position again, laying her head on the pillow next to Kris'
head. Cupping Kris' left breast in the palm of her right
hand, she gently caressed the girl until Kris opened her
eyes and looked at her.
"Oh Terry...oh that was so amazing. Mmmm...oh,
thank you!"
Terry laughed gently, tweaking her nipple, and then
kissed her on the lips. "Yes, you did seem to enjoy it.
And so did I. Very much."
"But you didn't even get undressed! I guess I'm
being selfish. I don't know much, but I want to make you
feel the way I did. I'm willing to learn, if you'll just
show me what you want me to do."
"Oh, that is very sweet of you, Kris. And I promise
to teach you. But, I still have one or two more things that
you might like to experience. And you are right, I want to
be naked with you, right now." Terry rolled to the edge of
the bed and stood up. Kris followed her, kneeling on the
bed in front of her. Kris helped Terry slip her sundress
over her head, and then reached behind the older woman and
unfastened her bra. Tentatively, Kris reached out her hand,
and with her finger, traced the line of Terry's mons where
it pushed against the material of her very brief panties.
Slowly, as if in a dream, Kris slipped her fingers under the
waistband of Terry's panties, and tugging gently, slipped
them down until they were halfway down Terry's thighs. She
brought her hand back up, and rested it lightly on Terry's
neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair. Kris delighted in its
wiry texture, wondering when her own pubic hair would begin
to grow.
Terry climbed into the bed with Kris and pulled her
down beside her. She said, "Okay, sweetheart, are you
ready?"
Kris nodded.
"Then close your eyes and kiss me."
As Kris brought her lips to meet Terry's, Terry
again slipped her hand lightly down Kris' body, letting it
come to rest when she felt the moist folds of Kris' labia
beneath her fingers. She caressed Kris, lightly stroking
her labia, occasionally slipping her fingers into her vagina
to gently probe her clitoris. After a few minutes, Terry
disengaged her mouth from Kris'. She slipped to her knees
at the foot of the bed, and then draped Kris' right leg over
her shoulder. Kris had been slowly thrusting her hips and
pelvis against Terry's hand, and now Terry extracted her
fingers from the teen's vagina and placed her palm firmly
against her lower abdomen, gently controlling her thrusts.
Leaning forward slightly, Terry brought her mouth
within a centimeter of Kris' mons. Extending her tongue
slightly, Terry began to gently lave Kris' labia with it.
She started with long strokes, running the flat of her
tongue along their entire length. As the friction between
her tongue and the sensitive tissue of Kris' labia built,
Kris began to lubricate again. Terry could taste Kris'
musky lubricant as her tongue passed over and across Kris'
vaginal cleft. Kris began to buck against her hand and
face, and Terry didn't try to stop her. Instead, she began
to move her head in time with Kris' thrusts. By gently
guiding Kris' thrusts with pressure from her palm, Terry was
able to ease Kris into a smooth rhythm. Terry pressed her
tongue harder against Kris' mons, and felt her labia part.
With the tip of her tongue, she probed into Kris' vagina,
searching for Kris' clitoris. When she found it, she heard
Kris moan, and felt Kris grab the back of her head with her
hands and press her face right against her mons. Pursing
her lips, she slid them past the teen's labia, and captured
her clitoris between them. She sucked gently on Kris'
clitoris, fluttering her tongue lightly against it until the
erectile tissue, suffused with blood, lifted it clear of its
hood. Kris' low moan increased in volume, and Terry could
feel the tell-tale contractions in the teen's vaginal walls
signaling a major orgasm on the way. Terry sucked harder,
extending the clitoris far enough out for her to fasten her
teeth gently around it. She bit down softly, and heard Kris
scream.
Kris closed her eyes and received Terry's kiss
open-mouthed. Terry's hand slipped down her body and found
her labia. As Terry fondled her, Kris began to thrust her
hips upwards against Terry's hand. When she felt Terry's
finger penetrate her vagina and find her clitoris, a small
orgasm quaked through her. Terry removed her mouth from
hers, and she took a deep breath. Terry's finger was still
sending electric tingles through her body as it continued to
slip into and out of her vagina. She began to thrust harder
against Terry's hand, and almost shouted out in dismay as
she felt Terry's finger withdraw from her vagina. But
before she could even open her mouth, she felt an amazing
new sensation. She realized it was Terry's tongue, running
slowly up and down her labia. The sensation was exquisite,
unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She felt Terry
press down firmly against her abdomen, and understood
immediately it was a signal to slow the gyrations of her
hips. But it was so hard! The waves of pleasure coursing
through her mind made her want to abandon any kind of
self-control.
Kris concentrated on the sensations flowing through
her body. Slowly, she found a rhythm, a soft thrusting
against the gentle counterpressure of Terry's hand at her
waist. She felt another orgasm crash through her, making
her gasp. She felt another orgasm begin to build
immediately. Soon they were coming in rapid succession.
They weren't as intense as before, but they were so close
together that to Kris, the waves of pleasure seemed to
overlap. She felt Terry's tongue penetrate her vagina, and
almost screamed as she felt it brush against her clitoris.
She moaned in ecstasy, and grabbed the back of Terry's head,
pressing her face tight against her mons. Terry's tongue
against her clitoris seemed to intensify her pleasure by an
order of magnitude. She moaned louder, losing herself
completely to the incredible sensation as she felt Terry
clamp her lips around her clitoris. She was at the absolute
peak of her climax, and then she felt Terry gently bite down
on her clitoris. She screamed out loud as her orgasm sent
her sensorium into warp drive. The pleasure overwhelmed her
sensory input, and she floated free on a cloud of pure
sensation, acutely aware of every nerve in her body.
Terry felt Kris' body spasm and then go rigid as her
orgasm took her. She gave Kris' clitoris a last loving
kiss, and then slid her tongue and lips back out of her
vagina. She climbed up onto the bed next to the young
girl, and took her in her arms, cradling her gently, waiting
for her orgasm to run its course. Kris was breathing,
shallowly but steadily, her eyes shut. Every few seconds,
Terry felt a shiver run through the girl's body. She
marveled at the duration of Kris' orgasm. She was happy
that she could give Kris so much pleasure. She sighed
contentedly. When Kris' eyes finally fluttered open, she
kissed her gently on the lips, and said, "Welcome back,
sweetheart. How do you feel right now?"
Kris lay still for a moment. She sighed, and then
reached out a hand to touch Terry's cheek. She said slowly,
"Ohhh, Terry. Oh, thank you. I feel wonderful right now.
Would you kiss me again, please?" Kris turned her head and
Terry met her lips with her own. Terry felt Kris' hand
slide down her body, and tentatively caress her mons. Terry
spread her thighs invitingly, and smiled with pleasure as
Kris carefully parted her labia and inserted a finger into
her vagina. Kris was young and inexperienced, so Terry
slipped her hand down on top of Kris' hand, and gently
guided her fingers towards her clitoris. She moaned against
Kris' tongue as Kris found her clitoris and began to rub it
gently with her fingertip. Terry brought her hand back up
to Kris' chest. She cupped a breast, gently caressing the
nipple with her fingers. Kris and Terry lay arm and arm,
kissing, touching, and caressing each other for a long, long
time.
Finally, in the early afternoon, the woman and the
girl rolled out of bed together and into the shower. They
soaped each other down, and rinsed each other off, and then
toweled each other dry. As Terry was running the terry
cloth towel across Kris' breasts, Kris said, "Terry, can I
ask you something? About us?"
"Of course. What is it, sweetheart?"
"Well, this was so incredible. And I want to share
it with someone. Caryn. Would that bother you?" Kris had
never experienced jealousy, mainly because she was too
self-possessed and too self-confident to for that emotion to
ever trouble her. But she knew that people did get jealous,
and she needed to know how Terry would feel if Kris wanted
Caryn to experience what she just did. She knew she didn't
have to mention it to Terry, but Kris just didn't feel right
deceiving her.
"No, of course not, Kris. In fact, if you want,
I'll help you suggest it to Caryn. I think she may already
feel a physical attraction towards you, based on what
happened between you two." She paused, and smiled at the
look of wonder in Kris' eyes. "Hey, don't be surprised.
You were half expecting me to be jealous, right?" Kris
nodded. "Well, sweetheart, I do love you. And the reason
why I'm not jealous is because it is love, and not lust or
anything else. If you want to share this wonderful feeling
with Caryn, then I feel only happiness for Caryn. Love
shared is love multiplied, Kris. I don't how jealousy ever
entered into our emotions to pervert this simple concept.
Love can't be diminished by spreading it around. I've never
understood minds that think love must be confined to a
single person, or that separate sex from the emotionally
fulfilling relationship that love brings. We shared love
and sex today Kris, and I honestly hope you continue to
share both with me and with whomever you want to. Does this
answer your question?"
Kris said, "Yes. You are right. Jealousy is
something I've never experienced. But I just didn't want
you to feel jealous. But I also didn't to hide it from you,
either. That's why I mentioned it." She paused. "How can
I tell Caryn about this?"
Terry smiled, and slipping her hand under the towel,
tweaked a nipple. "Oh, we'll think of something. Honesty
is the best policy. We'll just let her know how we feel."
"You know, that is exactly what my brothers said,
when I asked them for advice on how to let you know I wanted
this to happen."
"Interesting. Your brothers are rather enlightened.
You are a lucky girl."
"I know. And I'm even more lucky to know you!" She
kissed Terry, and all of sudden the towel was on the floor,
and they were back in Terry's bed, fingers and hands roaming
over each other's bodies as their passion ignited again.
They quickly brought each other to an orgasm, and
then finished dressing. Kris slipped back into her dress,
and Terry into her sundress.
Terry walked Kris to the door and gave her a chaste
hug as Kris started to leave. She said, "Now remember,
don't press Caryn. She may not feel comfortable sharing her
body with another woman. That is a cultural taboo that I
had some trouble overcoming. See you later, okay?"
Kris said, "Yes. Soon. Good bye!" As Kris started
home, she was already wondering how to approach Caryn.
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