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The Pool
by
Randi Stephenson
"You should wear that two-piece I got you for your b-day,
Kris -- Joseph 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.
"Nooo, 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 Mickie's, or even yours. And how can I compete with
Mickie'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 Joseph 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 almost mentioned this to Caryn, but stopped herself.
As much as they were very close, Kris didn't feel comfortable
sharing her masturbation fantasies with her just yet.
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 cover her top. Picking up her pool bag,
she looked up at Caryn. Maybe now she'll stop teasing me about
Joseph.
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, Joseph the life-guard was ancient history.
Since Kris had modestly donned her swimsuit at home, she by-
passed 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 Joseph 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 the 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 Mike and Mickie. I need to talk to them.
You want something from the snack bar?" Caryn was already up
and unself-consciously arranging her swimsuit bra to reveal as
much of her fourteen-year-old cleavage as she could. Mickie was
practically falling out of her bikini top, and Caryn was trying
to give her as much competition as decorum and her smaller
breasts would allow. Mike was pretending to be looking
everywhere but at Mickie'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 at 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
Mickie'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 Joseph on his tower,
but like the unfortunate Mike, he was trying not to stare too
obviously at Mickie. Mickie and Mike 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.
Mickie 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 Mickie 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 1989. I'm sorry, I seem to have upset you."
"Oh, no, no...its 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 Mycroft. 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. Joseph 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 really have to
get back to the house and finish a project. 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?" said 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 Joseph. Did you see the way
Joseph and Mike couldn't take their eyes off me and Mickie? It
was great!"
The rest of the day passed in the usual routine. She went
to lunch with Joseph, 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 by to Caryn and Kris,
and left quickly. All they way home she felt a tingle emanating
from her vagina. 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 child. Lisa was only about
two years older than Kris, physically, but seemed far older
mentally, which made it a lot easier to rationalize, somehow.
Just thinking about Lisa was turning her on. Arriving at her
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 database
written by Robert Heinlein 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. Theresa 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 spending her hard-earned baby-sitting money at the
bookstore. Jokingly, she added, "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."
Theresa laughed and said, "Well actually, I have an eleven
year old daughter, but she has really matured in the past year or
so, and 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 her 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. Would
you care to join me for an early lunch at the mall? I could give
you a ride...it's so damn hot out there. I have a bike rack...?"
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 100 miles to get to the next big town. 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. In the restaurant, Terry ordered pesto
with smoked trout, so Kris did too. After eating, with a
conspiratorial wink at Kris, she 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 was reluctant to discuss even 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 bored with living that he wants to die. For
Heinlein the ultimate eroticism is something that can distract
even a terminally suicidal person. For him, 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."
"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. 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. Waiter, find me a dictionary,
please!"
The whole afternoon passed in this vein. In deference to
Kris, Terry drank ice tea, while Kris consumed Coke after Coke.
Finally, they left, and both were startled to see the sun sinking
low in the west as they emerged from the mall. "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?" Kris was becoming a
little panicky.
"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. Kris was finishing up her call. Her
mother had just told her that both her brothers were going to be
in Tucson together for the first time in two years.
"Great! When do they get in? That is just so cool. I can
hardly wait to see them. Bye!"
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. On the way home, Kris talked on and on about her
two brothers. 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, "Randy 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. Timothy has been in Pittsburgh, giving testimony to
an appeals 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, Randy at the Air Force Academy,
and Timothy 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, making you 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. OK? Save your money."
"Really? Oh, thank you. That would be great!"
"No prob." She watched Kris wheel her bike into the
garage, watching her hips sway back an 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 to 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 child 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 top, anyway." Caryn watched Kris quickly slip
out of her clothes and into the bikini. The bottom fitted
snugly, two thin strings tied in a bowknot securing the front and
back pieces across Kris' hips. The top'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. "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 nonplused. 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 need 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.
"Hey. 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. You been practicing with
Joseph? No wonder you were gone so long at lunch the other day.
And where were you yesterday, by the way? Joe 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 Joseph, 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 lets 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, lets go."
Kris was happy to see 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 watched
everybody watching Kris, especially the young boys, who all
managed to find some excuse to wonder by Kris' lounge. Oh, to be
fourteen again!
As the morning wore on, Kris seemed to become more and more
uncomfortable with all the attention, so Terry came up with a
rescue plan. At lunch time, she sat up and leaned over towards
Kris and Caryn, and said, "It's time for lunch. Would either of
you like a chicken salad sandwich at my house, 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.
During lunch, the two girls and the woman made small talk.
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, just wanted to
talk with Terry. 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, 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."
"Oh thank you," said Kris, then eyed her friend. She
actually didn't want go back and be the center of all that male
attention. But she'd also noticed how ready to leave Caryn was,
and was pretty sure she knew the reason. She 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."
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. Back in a minute."
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. 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 next to her, and then
spoke.
"Terry, I've got a small problem that I don't quite know how
to deal with. Can I tell you about it? It is kinda about sex,
sorta. I think. Do you mind?"
Terry, a bit surprised, said, "No, of course not, Kris.
What is on your mind?"
"Well, 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, but right on my
breast. 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.
Terry put her arm around Kris' shoulders and said, "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. I barely know you, but that just goes
to show what kind of effect you have on people." Thinking she'd
gone a little too far, Terry stopped, and waited to see what
effect this admission had on her.
Kris looked thoughtful. "That is almost exactly what Caryn
said." As she said it, she remembered the feel of Caryn's lips
against the swimsuit's bra. And 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. Slipping off her shorts, and shrugging the wrap
from her shoulders, she looked steadily at Terry. Taking a deep
breath, she said slowly and carefully, "If I said I wouldn't mind
being kissed by you, would you kiss me? Please?"
Terry was so stunned, she didn't say a word for ten seconds.
She just gazed at Kris, who gazed calmly back at her. Recovering
her composure, she 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 and again like this, brief,
tantalizing caresses with her lips. Terry could sense that Kris
was responding. Gently, she cradled Kris' head an 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. She saw with delight
that Kris' nipple was erect. 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.
After a few minutes, 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 black bikini bottoms. The gentle swell of her
mons was just visible above the waistband of the bikini, which
had slipped enticingly down her hips. 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 bikini
bottoms
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 how she could convince Caryn to try this, 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 from her vagina. 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 slid her hands down to her bikini bottoms. 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 the 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." Standing up, she
pulled Kris to her feet with her. Picking up Kris' shorts, she
said, "Here, let's get you dressed," and handed them to her.
Kris slipped them on, and then 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. How not like a boy."
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. But now, 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.
Randy got a beer from the 'fridge and sat down on the table
across from Timothy and Kris. He said, "OK, Kitten. I've got
about 50 days of leave on the books, and Tim, capitalist running
dog businessman that he is, can take a vacation for the next
decade, if he wants. Right Tim? Do you need lawyers, guns,
money? Just tell me. I'm yours to command."
Tim nodded. "Anything, Kitten. Name it, and then say my
name."
Kris sighed. "I need some advice. About sex."
Randy 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. In a stage whisper to Tim, he said,
"Better keep her away from anything with a Y chromosome, Timmy.
Is that nunnery still out there on County 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?" Randy winked at Tim, and watched
his little sister rise 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 porno rack at 7-11 during the dark ages like you two did.
And besides, it's a monastery, not a nunnery, and yes it is still
there. And its none of your business what size of girdle I
wear." Pause. "What's a girdle?"
"Nevermind him, Kris - he still thinks you're a virgin."
Now it was Tim'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 ain't. What's it to you?" Kris stared
down out 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.
Randy sensed that this wasn't really the problem Kris wanted
to talk about, so he said mildly, "Hey, I'm sorry, Kris. Tim,
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 Tim 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." Randy reached out and put his hands on
Kris' shoulders, and then looked her right in the eye. "I think
what Tim 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. Tim?"
Tim 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 get angry at them for trying to help her? Dumb! Smiling
happily she hugged Tim as hard as she could, and then climbed off
his lap and leapt into Randy'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 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."
Randy and Tim let her ramble on. When she paused to catch
her breath, Randy said, "I think we get the picture, 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.
Tim 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 Randy was at football practice, we lost
our virginity. So the moral is, tell the person how you feel,
and let nature take its course."
Randy said, "Exactly. I think you should do as Tim'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 rubber. 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." Randy
and Tim 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."
"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." Randy
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."
Tim 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 Communications Decency Act. 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 particular sexual hang-ups." 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 aren't mature enough to deal with your
sexuality. I think we need to discuss the need for discretion.
A nubile fourteen-year-old seen accompanying some adult to the
No-Tel 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."
Randy 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 your kid sister. 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. Tim
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. Tim 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, Randy?" Tim steepled his hands in front of him on the table.
Randy 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, Randy said, "That do make
things different. Forgive me if I'm just a little out of it
right now. I need to think for a moment." Seeing the look on
Kris' face, he added quickly, and gently, "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.
I've just never had to apply that philosophy so close to home, so
to speak. Tim is right. I've got a little cultural conditioning
to overcome."
While Randy contemplated his beer, Tim 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.
Just make sure you close the shades, right?"
Kris nodded. She looked at Randy. Randy smiled at her, and
said, "Okay, I think I have it now. Thank you for waiting.
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 Tim. I think all you need to do is somehow tell your
friend that you want to make love to her. But 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. 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 sorta did 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 weeks dodging
Checzin SAMs, and not one barbecue grill within a thousand miles,
which is the operational radius of my 117.... 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." Randy leered at his sister and
then gave her a wink.
Tim 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 Tim.
"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 Randy -- "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, modeling it for her
brothers. Teasing them, she'd said, "Is this scantily clad
enough? Or should I take something else off?" Randy had held
her down, while Tim wrapped her in a beach towel. They'd kept
her there until she promised to put some clothes on. Hmm. Well
I don't want to just show up on her door step wearing my bikini.
She remembered what Tim had said -- what would the neighbors
think? OK, scratch that. The she had it. Running up to her
bedroom, she rummaged around in her lingerie drawer. She was
looking for a black pair of panties, but 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 in one of her church dresses, and then drug her
brothers out of bed to go to church with her. After church, she
asked Tim, 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. The 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."
"Oh Kris! I know you are young, and that this must be a new
experience for you. I do understand. I really do. You are so
young, and I refuse to let anything in our relationship hurt
you."
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 laid back, closed her
eyes, and tried not to worry about what would happen if Terry had
decided that she was too young or too immature.
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
upwards against Terry's delicately probing fingers.
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
pretty pinafore ensemble in navy blue. 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 nearly naked little 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.
With her right hand, she began to softly pinch and tug the other
nipple.
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. And, being honest with herself, 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 as with pleasure as Terry's tongue went
to work on her breasts. 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 began to feel the first swirl of an
orgasm, and when Terry began to gently pinch her other nipple, it
spiraled rapidly to a climax.
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
right 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...pediatrician...surgically removed...wanted to be
like Friday...Ahh, ohhh Terry!"
Terry smiled down at Kris, thinking, oh, you are a surprise,
sweetheart. Terry said, "OK, darling. That's good to know. 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. Reaching across Kris' body with her left
hand, 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.
Terry slipped her left arm under Kris' right leg, and
brought it gently up against Kris' chest, where she now kept both
legs supported with her left forearm. Terry quickly slipped
Kris' panties down to her knees. Now Kris' entire vulva was
exposed. Again, Terry brought her hand under Kris' legs.
Softly, she placed her hand against Kris' mons, cupping her
pudenda briefly. She laid her index finger along the labia on
the on the right side of Kris' vaginal cleft, and then
delicately, ever so slowly, penetrated her vagina with her middle
and ring finger. 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. Oh, so gentle, so tender! She wanted to
tell Terry just what she was feeling, but couldn't find the words
to articulate it. Instead, she just 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 the last 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, child. 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 slipped off her top, and Kris
eagerly unbuttoned Terry's shorts, slipping them down Terry's
legs as Terry pulled her knees up to help. 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 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 Kris' 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. Soon, 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 flowing outwards from her vagina
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 with pleasure.
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 cupped her 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 deceive you, either. That's why I told
about Caryn." 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 shorts and tee.
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 even 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.