(Girlfriends)
* * * Starring * * *
Jenny
"Narrator"
Lynn
"The New Friend"
Dear Diary (Girlfriends)
"I Told My Dad About This Girl..." Copyright © 2011
Episode Seven
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Summary: In the ALL NEW 7th episode of 'Dear Diary (Girlfriends)', the secret of the girls relationship begins to leak out when Jenny's friends uncover it accidently. Though they promise to keep the affair a secret it's another person, who also gets wind of it, that might object when they learn ALL the sorted details.
Original Airdate: Tuesday, November 15, 2011 @ 9:00 p.m.
Story Codes: ff, oral, preteen
Sunday, January 11 (continued)
”How does it end?” she asked suddenly.
”What?”
”The story.”
”Oh, let me think. Ok, the end of the story:
”’That was incredible,’ Sarah says once she has recouperated enough to talk. ’You two sure know what you’re doing.’
”’You were pretty good yourself,’ you tell her.
”We both get dressed, while Sarah is too exhausted to get up.
”’Thank you so much,’ I tell her. ’It was great. Unfortunately we have to leave now.’
”Sarah pulls herself up on a chair.
”’Good bye,’ we say simultaneously and wave at her.
”’What about the bra?’ she asks.
”’What bra?’ I ask her.
”’You came here to buy a bra.’
”’No, I have all the bras I need,’ I tell her, ’but maybe next Saturday.’
We wink at her and leave the store with what we came for. The end.”
Lynn gave me an applause.
”I would have given you a standing ovation, but you’re sitting on me.”
”That’s ok, I’d be happy with just a kiss.”
I got a kiss.
”What do you think? Is masturbating something you see yourself doing in the future?” I asked her.
”Oh yes, it was wonderful. I can totally see why you do this every day.”
We sat there for a while, just kissing and fondling each other lovingly.
”I hope you understand,” I explained, ”that it was just a story. I have no intentions of sharing you with Sarah, or anybody else for that matter.”
”I know. You would be more happy just letting her watch,” she said, and then giggled.
Her comment stunned me. Where did that come from? ”What do you mean?” I asked her.
”I know you’re an exhibitionist,” she said.
”An exhi-what?”
”Exhibitionist. It means you like it when people look at you, it turns you on.”
”Where did you get that from?”
”Your dad. Last week at breakfast, we were talking and I asked him about your habit of, well, showing your body. He called you an exhibitionist.”
”He did?”
I was so embarrassed.
”It slipped out of him, and he regretted saying it. Even more so when I asked him what it meant. It means you get turned on by being watched by other people.”
I wanted to run somewhere and hide.
”It’s ok,” she continued, ”I think it’s wonderful.”
I stared at her. ”You do?”
”Yes, because, you see, I love to watch you.”
”But it sounds like I’m some kind of creepy flasher or something.”
”I don’t think you’d go that far. On the other hand, if you ever meet a flasher, and he flashes you, you can flash him back.”
She laughed so hard that she started coughing. I looked around for a pillow to hit her with. When I couldn’t find anyone I tickled her instead, making her scream out loud.
Right then, dad walked through the front door. We quickly got dressed and went down to meet him.
It was getting late. Lynn and I excused ourselves and got ready for bed. We both got naked and climbed into bed together. We lay facing each other with the cover drawn up to our shoulders.
I lay there, looking at Lynn, thinking this was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to me. It was pretty amazing that Lynn, my shy, timid girlfriend, had done this with me.
”Lynn?”
”Yes?”
”I think you are the bravest person I know.”
”Why?”
”For what you did today.”
”Thank you, but why? I didn’t do anything that you didn’t do.”
”Maybe, but it wasn’t nearly as hard for me. You had to struggle, and you could have stopped at any time. You have no idea how proud I am of you, how proud I am to be your girlfriend, that you trusted me enough to let me do all that stuff to you, even though a big part of you wanted to stop me.”
She gave me a hug and a kiss.
”It’s all thanks to you, Jenny.” She then told me, ”You are my role model. I know I don’t have your kind of confidence when we’re among other people. But when there’s just you and me, I can be as confident as you. And I can, because I know you love me, and I feel safe with you. Around you, I’m not an insecure little girl. You are more than my girlfriend, you’re my inspiration. If I am brave, it is because you make me brave.”
Lynn’s words made me weep. Nobody had ever said anything that beautiful to me before. Lynn wept to, and we hugged and kissed and sobbed for several minutes.
I put my hand on her pussy and rubbed its soft lips gently.
”Are you horny?” I asked her.
”Yes.”
”Me too.”
”You wanna…?”
”Yes. Do you?”
”Yes.”
”We have to be quiet.”
Lynn put her hand over my pussy. Her middle finger slid between my wet folds. She caressed me in a slow and steady pace. Our tongues met and our lips pressed against each other in the most wonderful, passionate, electric kiss. My finger slipped inside her pussy and I felt her moan. I slid it up and down a few times, getting it as wet as I could. Then I lifted it out under the cover.
”Taste yourself,” I said. ”Put my finger in your mouth.”
She thought about it for a second, and then took my finger carefully in her mouth and licked it clean.
”I taste good,” she said with surprising cheerfulness.
I went down for more maybe ten times. When I kissed her afterward, I felt the taste of her pussy juice on her tongue. It was enough to push me over the edge, and I came right then and there.
Lynn was only a second behind me. We held each other in a tight embrace as we came together.
The day’s events had worn us both out. We kissed goodnight and quickly fell asleep.
Today didn’t turn out at all the way I had hoped.
It went bad as early as breakfast, Lynn insisted on going to church with her mother. And that even though we both knew she would never let us return to an empty house. Instead, we had lunch at Lynn’s house and in the afternoon, we went to see a movie.
Lynn desperately wanted to see Titanic, of all movies, and we managed to get in, even though it’s rated PG-13. Frankly, I wish we hadn’t. I mean, I would do almost anything for my baby girl, but three hours of corny love story is just too much. And she wouldn’t even let me put my arm around her. If there is one downside to having Lynn as my girlfriend, it’s all the sappy love stories she makes me watch.
When the ship finally sank, I wanted to cheer. And as if that wasn’t enough, now she wants to see it again! With me! Of course, if we do, she will owe me for it. Come to think of it, Three hours is not that long.
Tuesday, January 13
Dear diary.
I’ve come to love Tuesdays. It’s really the only time when the whole gang, including Lynn, is together at lunch. Today, though, it was just Danny, Craig, Lynn and me.
Lynn is getting more comfortable with my friends, which is great. She is not as shy around them as she used to be, and she doesn’t sit quiet as much anymore.
Craig, of course, still flirts with her whenever he gets the chance, but now she is responding, playing along. They get along great and they’re having fun. It’s a lot of fun just watching them.
Danny has also taken a liking to Lynn, and even more so after what happened today. During lunch today, Danny and I were watching Craig and Lynn discuss some nonsense difference between boys and girls that Craig had thought up.
”Can I talk to you in private?” Danny asked suddenly.
We moved to the other end of the table and he leaned forward, almost whispering in my ear, ”There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”
”What do you mean?”
”I’ve known you for a very long time now, and I can tell when something is different. What’s going on?”
I hesitated at first, but then told him I am in love.
”With whom?” he asked me
Instinctively, I glanced over to the other end of the table. He noticed, of course.
”Craig?” he asked astounded. ”Are you serious?”
It took a second to connect, but when I did, I just laughed out loud. Danny just looked at me.
”No, not Craig,” I whispered. ”The other one.”
”Lynn?”
”Yes.”
”But… how long… why haven’t you told me you were…”
”It’s kind of a secret. We haven’t told anyone.”
”We? So you two are…”
”Girlfriends, yes.”
”How long have you been into girls?”
”Since I met Lynn.”
”You’ve been together all this time?”
”Pretty much.”
”Wow, I don’t know what to say.”
”Don’t say anything to anyone. It’s secret, remember?”
”I promise. I won’t tell anyone.”
”I know you won’t. Thank you.”
”So you two make out and stuff?”
”Whenever we get the chance.”
”I’m so happy for you.”
We looked at Craig and Lynn, still going at it.
”Craig doesn’t stand a chance with her, does he?”
”None whatsoever.”
”Poor thing.”
”He’ll live.”
After school, I suggested to Lynn that we could go home to me and do some homework, ’some homework’ being a euphemism for ’each other’. As it turned out, Lynn actually wanted to do homework. A big disappointment.
”I don’t want my girlfriend to have B’s and C’s,” she complained, ”when I know she can have A’s. And why do you have a B in english? I know you write well, and you love to read. There is no reason for you not to have an A.”
”I don’t know. But right now I don’t care, and I don’t want to do homework.”
I put my hand under Lynn’s top, caressing her soft, warm skin. She smiled at me, and then pulled my hand away from her.
”Homework first,” she said coldly.
”But I want you so much,” I pleaded.
Lynn didn’t reply, she just opened a textbook and started reading. It was very frustrating.
I made several attempts at touching her, but was turned down cold every time.
”You know, the sooner we get our homework done, the sooner we can do other stuff,” Lynn said, trying to get me to stop.
”But I want you now,” I complained.
I embraced her from behind, kissing her neck lovingly.
”It’s been so long since we had sex,” I said, wanting desperately to have my way with her.
”It’s been three days.”
”It feels like forever.”
I put my hand under her shirt and caressed her stomach.
”You know you can’t resist me,” I said.
She put her book down and turned around.
”You promise to do your homework afterwards?” she asked.
”Yes.”
I led Lynn to the bed, and she lay down and closed her eyes. I got on top of her, pressing my body on hers, holding her close to me. Our lips met and our tongues played and wrestled. I stroked my pussy over hers through my sweatpants. We made out like this for a while, until I decided I wanted more.
I sat down beside her, pulling her top off and kissed her nipples and ribs. She shivered at the touch of my tongue.
”Lift your legs up,” I told her. She did, and I pulled her jeans and her panties off.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, once again lying naked on my bed.
I let my right hand travel down Lynn’s body until I felt her soft pussy lips. She released a moan, as I let my middle finger slip between her folds. I rubbed up and down her cunny, stroking her outer lips with my other fingers.
She had her eyes closed and her body moved to the rhythm of my strokes. I kept doing that same move for a while, as I observed Lynn’s movements. It’s quite a turn-on, having her squirm like that.
”Did you masturbate last night?” I asked her.
”Yes.”
”Tell me about it.”
”I fantasized about you.”
”What did I do?”
”The same you’re doing now, except you were naked. Then you licked my clit.”
”Would you like me to lick your clit?”
”Yes.”
I spread her increasingly wet little cunt open and gently let my tongue graze her clit. She reacted by pressing herself against my lips.
I flickered my tongue over her clit again and again, and I could sense her getting closer to coming.
I had gotten her so wet by playing with her clit, that I simply couldn’t resist tasting her. I still had her pussy lips spread, and with long strokes, I licked her cunny all the way from her clit to her hymen-covered hole.
With the taste of her cunt all over my lips and tongue, I crawled up to Lynn’s pretty face and kissed her. She sucked on my tongue to get as much of her pussy juice as she could. I was still working her pussy, rubbing it fast.
I was still kissing her when she came. Her body twitched a couple of times and then tensed and bucked. I stopped the rubbing and just pressed my hand on her pussy, letting her ride out the orgasm.
I let her have a couple of minutes to relax, before I got on top of her and started kissing her again.
”Now you do me,” I whispered in her ear.
I was about to undress, when Dad got home. That ruined any chance I had of getting Lynn to do anything to me. I pointed out that we had already had sex with him in the house, but that didn’t matter to her.
***
My dad and I have always been able to talk about sex. Sure, he got a bit uncomfortable when I was younger and he had to explain a lot, but he was always sincere and always straight-forward with me. He also never told me I couldn’t have sex, not even when I was eleven and we had our first real sex-talk. He had his own way of putting it: ”Telling kids they can’t have sex, is like taking them to Disney Land and telling them they are not allowed to go on any of the rides.”
Even though he didn’t forbid me to have sex, he was very thorough when explaining to me what would be the right and wrong situations to have sex. I knew the sex I had with Lynn fell under the ”right” category every time, and that was why I knew he would understand. Eventually, at least. He was not exactly crazy about the idea of me having sex. After all, I was only twelve.
I told Dad about Lynn and me about a week and a half after we had become lovers, and I told him everything that had happened from the day we first met.
”You understand,” he told me later, ”that if I’m going to let you two continue having sex, you have to follow certain rules. One: Nobody can know you are having sex. Two: You must do all your homework before doing anything else, and your grades cannot drop. (I think he added this one just because he could, using my newfound source of pleasure to encourage me to do better in school. It was quite unnecessary, Lynn would never have let my grades drop.) Three: You have to tell me immediately if there is any problem, whether it is physical or something else. Agreed?”
”I agree, and actually, there is something that’s been bothering me a little.”
”What?”
”Lately, I’ve been getting a feeling that Lynn doesn’t want to say no to me. I’m worried she might feel obligated.”
”Do you want me to talk to her?”
”That would probably be a good idea.”