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Warning:

 The material that follows is adult in nature, containing
graphic sex descriptions.  If you are not over 18, or if such
material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another
story.

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This is the second part of a story is based on the TV show 
Picket Fences. I got the idea from an episode where Kimberly, 
the 18-year old daughter of the main family in the show, has 
a brief flirtation with her best friend.

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

Here it is.  

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


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PART 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure? You should eat something."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

........

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.........

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing, really, I'm fine."

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kimberly tried to be cool. "Oh? Why, no, I don't think so, ...
but I have run, really ... bye now!"

She quickly left the station, already plotting her strategy for
what she hoped would be tonight's seduction.

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