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 Story Codes: f, ff, rom, mast

   This story is to be read by consenting adults of 18+ ONLY.  Any
semblance that my characters might have to any other, real or otherwise, is
purely coincidental.  This story contains adult and taboo subject matter,
so if you find either objectionable, please feel free to click away. 
Although this story contains interactions between minors that are sexual in
nature, I in no way condone this sort of behavior in real life.  Fantasy is
fantasy, and I am not responsible for any action taken as a result of this
work.

   Authors Note:

   Given the nature of the proceeding work, I find it beneficial to
clarify. As previously stated, this work is purely fantasy.  No character
contained within is remotely based upon anyone that I know or know of. 
Sexual acts and exploration between minors is natural, but any interaction
taken by an adult in relation to a minor is objectionable and highly
illegal.  The line of consent definitively blurs when speaking of
Adult/Minor relationships.  Minors are incapable of consent, and it is
therefore considered, justifiably, rape.  Do NOT take this work as any sort
of justification for ANY sexual encounter with a minor.

   I write of the things contained herein because I find that exploration
at a young age to be fascinating and often overlooked.  We, especially in
the U.S., place a strong taboo on the subject, causing many young men and
women to feel incredible guilt and anxiety when presented with any sort of
sexual acts.  As a species, we are programmed for procreation by evolution,
and to deny that we are inherently sexual beings is a travesty.  As I've
said before, this is NOT intended in any way to condone these sorts of
encounters.  Sex happens, masturbation happens, and guilt happens.  These
are the sorts of subjects that I am interested in exploring as I attempt to
improve my writing as well as my understanding.

   I heartily accept any sort of criticism or advice.  I am new to writing
in this way, and have not written extensively for a year or so.  I hope for
this story about a young woman named Tessa to resonate, as well as to
titillate.  That is, of course, why we're all ultimately here.

   It is true that I find the innocence of young exploration to be quite
arousing.  If I did not, I would not write of these things.  However,
fantasy is much different from reality.  I am not attracted to young ladies
in any meaningful sense.  They're notoriously air-headed, immature, and
flighty.  I was a high-schooler not too long ago, I know.  The subject
matter is what most interests me, and I do not intended to offend anyone
with this work.  I write to please myself and my own curiosity.  So, I hope
that you enjoy the work that I put forth.  If you do not, please let me
know why.  Cheers.

   Chapter 1 - Prologue

   June 13th, 2010

   "Hey diary, today was my 16th birthday.  Crazy, right?  Daddy gave me
this notebook four years ago, and I haven't missed a day since!  I'm a lot
older now than I was then.  I mean, obviously lol.  But like, for real.  My
life has changed so much, and I can't believe how far the Lord has brought
me!  I used to be such a brat, and sometimes I still am, but my attitude
has improved so much.  I don't fight with mom or dad as much, and Caitlyn
and me get along basically perfect.  She helps me a lot with boys and
school, and I keep her updated on all the new bands and stuff.  Ever since
church camp this summer, when I decided to rededicate my life to Christ,
everything has improved a lot.  I pray every single morning, and read my
Bible at night.  I can't imagine where I would be without Him.  Today, on
my birthday, I got a new Bible with my name on the cover.  'Tessa Gold'
written in gold lol.  The cover is a really pretty shade of brown, and it
came in a beautiful black case.  I almost cried it was so pretty.  I also
got some money and a new backpack and a purse.  I'm really so blessed to
have my parents and sissy in my life.  Well, I guess that's about it. 
Thanks for keeping me company these four years, diary.  You're the best!"

   Tessa sighed as she penned the last letters of her "diary" entry.  At
first, the diary had been a wonderful present that she absolutely adored.
Each and every day, after school or, in the summer, playing with friends,
she would excitedly vomit her thoughts onto its off-white pages in an
incoherent prepubescent mess.  For the first three years of its use, the
diary was indispensable.  It kept her busy, and it gave her a much-needed
outlet for her feelings.  However, shortly after her fourteenth birthday,
when genuine feelings started to emerge, the entries became significantly
more mature.  She wrote about the changes happening in her body and how
those changes influenced the more delicate parts of the boys around her. 
She wrote of unwanted advances, and inappropriate touching.  She wrote
about her growing chest, and the inconveniences of wearing a bra.  She
wrote about her dreams.

   At first, they were innocent, as most young dreams are.  A simple
hand-hold or a kiss on the cheek in the dreamscape would be enough to cause
a warmth to grow in her chest.  But, as with her body, the dreams began to
develop.  Soon, a hand-hold turned into a caress.  The kiss on the cheek
moved closer to the lips.  The warmth turned into a heat.  And, as we all
know, fires that are left unattended to are prone to spread.  Being the
responsible young woman that she is, Tessa attended to that fire.  She
tried to abate it with delicate touches and sensible rubbing, but that only
served to stoke the growing flame.  She wrote of her efforts in scrawled
lettering on the pages of her diary, in the darkest hours of night. 
Growing up in the church, her father a pastor, she felt only shame for the
desires that were budding within her.  Shame alone, though, didn't stop the
rising lust.

   In her late middle school years and into her freshman year of high
school, Tessa refrained from dating.  At home and at church, she was
strongly discouraged from such relationships.  "You need to save yourself
for the Lord," "You're too young to date!," and "You'll just end up hurt!"
were common phrases from the influences in her life, and as such, she took
them to heart.  That isn't to say she didn't have a few people here and
there that she fancied.  A couple of guys had attempted to win her over,
but she remained steadfast in her resolve.  She was a good christian girl,
and good christian girls didn't jump into casual relationships.  At
fifteen, she had yet to go on a single date, much less kiss or even hold
hands with another.  This imposed complete chastity left her with many
questions.  Questions which she could find no answer.  She was far too
embarrassed to broach the subject with her mother, who radiated purity; her
sister was much the same.  Caitlyn, a few years her senior, had been Prom
Queen with another pastor's son, and had been accepted to a nearby
Christian liberal arts college.  As well, her parents had placed a child
lock on the browser of her school laptop.  With absolutely no guiding
light, she plunged the depths of her lust alone.  Quite literally.

   The first time that Tessa truly began to feed the molten heat within
her, she was a few months shy of fifteen.  It was at the turn of spring,
and school had just let out for the legendary Spring Break.  This year, she
had elected to spend the majority of her time with her best friend Faye, a
young woman who, in many aspects, was much different than Tessa.  She was
popular, outspoken, charming, and at fifteen, quite well endowed.  Her long
blonde hair and mastery of the slight smile had her the apple of many a
young mans' eye.  She and Tessa had met in their infancy, their parents
being close friends for many years.  They had grown together, and despite
their differences, remained as close as sisters.  They did most everything
together, so that particular year's springtime adventures were nothing out
of the ordinary.  On the first day of spring break '09, the two best
friends spent their afternoon having a picnic in the woods near Tessa's
Oklahoma home.  The afternoon was gorgeous, with slight cloud cover and a
cool breeze blowing through the trees.  The two were no stranger to
spending time in these woods on various family outings, and over time,
their parents had begun to feel more comfortable with the two of them being
out there alone.

   The scenery was the same, the company was the same, and the timeframe
was the same, so it took Tessa quite by surprise when she realized that
this particular outing was not, in fact, the same.  She couldn't count how
many times she had giggled and played with Faye in this same outcropping in
the middle of the small forest.  Yet, when she looked at her best friend
laughing in the sunlight, something was different.  Suddenly, she wasn't
simply an object of affection.  She was an object of attraction.  Faye was
closer to her than anyone else on the planet, and felt more comfortable
around her than she did alone.  For Tessa, that had always been the
hallmark of a best friend.  But that day, it was something more, and that
scared her to death.  She was, of course, a good christian girl.  Good
christian girls fall in love with good christian boys, and Faye was not, in
fact, a good christian boy.  She was a good christian girl.  She didn't
remember her Bible saying anything about what to do when good christian
girls thought other good christian girls had nice tits.  In what should
have been the most comfortable thing in the world, Tessa felt more
uncomfortable than she had ever been.

   Faye had noticed something was wrong, and tried to get her best friend
to open up and tell her what was on her mind.  Tessa, knowing that letting
Faye in on her innermost feelings would've been catastrophic, told her she
thought she had food poisoning.  In fact, Tessa herself thought she
might've been sick with something, not yet being able to understand where
the butterflies in her stomach were coming from.  So, the two packed up
their picnic gear and headed back home with plans to reconvene in the
morning.  Tessa, upon returning home, jumped into the shower to cool
herself off, and changed into her favorite pajamas.  She tried to read in
order to clear her mind, but it wasn't working.  Every word reminded her of
Faye.  Every character had her face.  Every exchange had her voice.  She
couldn't stand it, but, at the same time, couldn't help but love it.  Faye
was everywhere, and Tessa couldn't understand why.  Nothing had changed
between them.  Faye was the same old Faye, but Tessa was obviously not the
same Tessa.

   Sure, nothing about her physical appearance had changed.  The same light
ginger hair topped the head of her slightly below-average frame.  The same
freckles speckled the pale skin of her cheeks.  The same smaller than
average breasts and firm, plump ass rounded out the curve of her figure. 
But something was different inside.  One day, she saw Faye as a sister. 
The next, she couldn't get her best friends face out of her mind.  Or her
breasts.  Or her legs.  Or her smile.  It was all there, highlighted in a
way she had never seen before.  She was attracted to her best friend, on a
level she had never been attracted to anyone else before.  No boy, or girl
for that matter, had ever garnered her sexual attention.  It was
overwhelming.  So, unable to understand her feelings, Tessa decided to
sleep.  If this was some sort of passing sickness, perhaps it would subside
with rest.  Much to her chagrin, it did not.

   As she drifted into her dreams, Tessa found herself in the same
outcropping near her home as she had so often visited in her waking hours.
This time, she was surrounded by picnic gear, but was inexplicably alone.
The birds were chirping, the weather was glorious, and the sun was high in
the sky.  It was much like a normal day in the woods, aside from being
alone, except for one strange discrepancy.  She was completely nude.  In
actuality, Tessa was not often nude.  When not in the shower, she always
had some article of clothing covering her body.  Nudity was shameful, as
all good christian girls know.  Yet, here she was, in this outcropping,
naked and vulnerable.  She looked down at her body, and, with a tinge of
shame, admired it.  Although she didn't spend much time looking at herself
in the mirror, as vanity is a sin, she was quite proud of the cute, perky
nipples that topped the A-cup lumps on her chest.  They were smaller than
Faye's, her sister's, and her mother's, all of which she had seen at
various points in her life.  Yet, she didn't find shame in that.  They fit
her personality well, and she loved the way they accentuated her form.  She
wasn't a particularly fit young woman, as she didn't play any sports or
work out, but she was naturally fairly skinny.  She did have a bit of meat
on her bones, however, but not enough for her to be considered chunky.  Her
thighs, which she could see from where she sat, extended slightly past her
waist, and gave way to long, pale legs that ended in a pair of small,
dainty feet.  She knew she wasn't the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen,
but Tessa was under no delusion that she was ugly.

   Instinctively, she covered her breasts with the palms of her hands, even
though she could see nobody else around.  Although an act borne of
bashfulness, the feeling of hands on her breasts, even her own, gave her a
sensation that she hadn't experienced before.  She had rubbed herself
outside of her clothes a few times, just to see if it would help to calm
her hormones, but she hadn't ever intentionally pressed her hands to her
breasts in such a direct way.  Immediately, even though it was warm in the
outcropping, her nipples perked up and pressed into her palms, causing her
to blush.  Her nipples had never been stimulated like that, and it made the
warmth within her rise.  She stayed like that for a few moments, relishing
the feeling, but soon the sensation started to die down.  Not wanting to
lose it, even though she knew she shouldn't be feeling it at all, she began
to massage her small breasts, pressing her petite hands into them ever so
softly.  Her little nipples rose again, her self-stimulation having the
intended effect.  Involuntarily, she let out a rabbit-sized moan. 
Undeterred by the vocalization of her lust, she continued to knead her
breasts, moans escaping her mouth at irregular intervals.  Then, she heard
a laugh.

   Her eyes flew open, and blood rushed to her cheeks as she frantically
searched for the source of the laugh.  It wasn't long before her eyes
locked onto Faye, who was sitting behind her with a huge smile on the
blanket that stretched out over the leaves of the forest floor.  Faye,
spotlighted by the bright spring sun, practically radiated beauty.  Her
nearly C-cup breasts, with nipples a fair bit larger than Tessa's, bounced
slightly as Faye laughed joyously.  Tessa, although embarrassed outright,
soon began to laugh along with her best friend, without really knowing why.
They sat like that, laughing for a minute or two, just admiring one another
in their nudity.  Then, with one of her trademarked slight grins, Faye
gracefully crawled up to Tessa and took the redheads hands in her own.  For
a moment, they stared into each others' eyes, an understanding between them
being reached.  Tessa let out a gasp as Faye's lips touched her own.  Tessa
then let out a gasp as she awoke with a start in her bed, both hands
cupping her breasts over her white pajama top.

   She was back in reality, but she was not free from the clutches of her
lustful dream.  Without a moments hesitation, she began to once again knead
her breasts, this time without the barrier of the dreamscape.  As she
continued doing this, she noticed not only a heat within her chest, but
also one emanating from her lower reaches.  Much like her breasts, she had
rubbed herself through her pants before, but had never made direct contact
with any sort of sexual intent.  Tonight, she decided to explore deeper. 
Leaving her left hand to massage her left right tit, she let her right
travel down her stomach to the hem of her black pajama pants.  With a hint
of trepidation, she pushed her fingers down into her crotch, between her
panties and the pants.  Her panties were drenched.  So much so that she
immediately pulled her hand up to her nose to make sure that she hadn't
soiled herself in the night.  She didn't smell piss, so she began to
explore again, this time allowing herself direct contact.

   When her fingers finally found their way to her soaked lips, she let out
a loud gasp.  The heat within her swelled as she rubbed her fingers up and
down the slit of her virgin pussy.  Never before had she felt anything
quite as pleasurable, and in that moment decided that she would never go
back to a life of all-encompassing chastity.  She continued in the same
manner for a while, one hand massaging her breast, and the other rubbing
the outside walls of her vagina.  She craved more.  She needed more, to put
out the raging fire in her loins.  With a bit of fear, she allowed her
slender middle finger to find its way inside of her tight hole.  It was met
with some resistance, but the juices that were leaking out from inside
provided enough lubrication to plunge her finger into her throbbing sex. 
She let out a significant moan, this being her first time, that was loud
enough to fill the still silence of her bedroom but not reverberate any
further.

   As the nearly fifteen year old ginger girl fingered herself for the
first time, the only thing on her mind was her best friend Faye.  Each
thrust into her tiny pussy conjured up a new image of her friend, in
various stages of undress.  She imagined Faye, laying in her own bed,
masturbating, and she naturally picked up her pace.  As the mental Faye
plunged another finger into herself, Tessa as well added another finger to
her rhythmic pace.  Her middle and ring fingers were insanely tight as they
slowly worked themselves in and out of her claustrophobic walls, but Tessa
loved it.  Each time they retracted a little, the anticipation that they
would soon be shoved back deep inside caused her to shudder with ecstasy.
Soon, the clothes that covered her body were suffocating.  She needed to
feel the cool air from her palm-leaf ceiling fan to to roll over her body,
or she would explode.  It pained her to stop the pleasure, even for a
second, but she knew the reward would be well worth it.  In a flash, she
had pulled off her shirt, as well as her panties and pajama pants.  Her
tight young body, exposed to the chilled air around her, broke out in
goose-pimples.  She ran her hands over her body, allowing a moment to play
with each of her nipples.  Soon her lithe hands found a comfortable
position, with one returning to pump in and out of her hole, and the other
playing with each of her nipples.

   Tessa's knees reached towards her ceiling, her toes curling around the
sheets beneath her, gripping the bed like a vice.  Her breath was ragged,
and moans constantly escaped her lips as she pleasured herself for the
first time in her young life.  This went on for a long while, the molten
pleasure building within her each passing minute.  Soon, she felt that
there would be some sort of release, though she did not know what.  As the
intensity of her lust grew, the pace at which she pistoned her tiny fingers
into her tight hole increased, and the lewdness of the visions in her head
of Faye compounded.  Soon, the spectral Faye was practically screaming, and
Tessa herself was getting dangerously close to being loud enough for her
family to hear.  Then, in a bright burst of beautifully enrapturing
ecstasy, her entire body convulsed, pleasure pulsating from her core.  Her
muscles pulled dangerously tight for a slight moment as the wave of heat
shot through her body, and then at once everything relaxed.  Every care in
the world that Tessa had disintegrated, and the shining face of Faye glowed
in her mind as she laid weak in her bed.  The cold air of the fan froze her
perky nipples, and they pointed to the heavens as the volcanic lust within
her finally subsided.

   She laid like that for a while, panting, one hand resting on her chest,
and the other with two fingers loosely sitting inside of her spent snatch.
As the minutes passed, she became acutely aware of the fact that, if anyone
were to walk in and check on her in that moment, her life would be over. 
Masturbation and lust were two of the biggest sins that she was taught
about in Sunday school, and if her mother or father caught her deeply
embedded inside herself, she would surely be sent to catholic girls school.
As she begrudgingly pulled out her fingers from her moist sex in order to
re-dress and clean up, she realized that they were covered in a fairly
thick layer of some liquid.  She flicked on the lamp that resided on the
nightstand near her bed, and saw, to her amazement, that they were soaked.
Not knowing what an orgasm was, despite just having experienced her first,
she was slightly confused.  She hadn't ever read about anything like this,
and certainly nobody had ever spoken to her about it.  Curious, she brought
them to her nose, and smelled a faint odor of urine.  She knew it wasn't
piss, though, as it was sticky and a little slimy.

   Young Tessa was then overcome by an overwhelming urge to taste her own
fluids.  She knew that it was gross, and she knew that if there was
anything that would be a sin, this would be it.  Yet, she couldn't help
herself.  With a sick sense of anticipation, she brought her fingers to her
trembling lips and gave one of them a small lick.  As she tasted herself, a
shudder ran through her body, from her head down to her smooth toes. 
Unable to control herself, she took both fingers all the way into her mouth
and sucked them dry, relishing the taste and scent of her own cum.  As she
licked up and down her fingers, hoping to get every last drop, her other
hand wandered down once more to her wet kitty, and she began to rub her
outside lips.  Although she felt inclined to continue indulging herself,
her rational side took over and she forced herself to get up and put some
clothes on.  She picked up the scattered articles of clothing from before,
now damp with sexual discharge, and threw them deep into her clothes
hamper, intending to wash them in the morning.  She then found some new
pajamas, a similar white top, striped blue panties, and some grey
sweatpants, and pulled them gingerly onto her tender body.  After making
sure that everything seemed to be in order, she found that she could
faintly smell an odor that would hint to anyone who came into her room what
she had been up to.  So, she lit a candle, laid down in her bed, and pulled
out her diary to catalog what had transpired that day.



   After transcribing her budding feelings about Faye and her first
experience with masturbation, Tessa fell asleep with her diary in her hand,
this time without any unexpected wet dreams.  When she awoke, panic set in
as she realized her diary wasn't in her hands, but rather was sitting on
her nightstand.  Had she put it there before she fell asleep?  No, she was
certain that she hadn't.  She quickly sat up in bed, and saw her closet
door open, and her clothes hamper empty.  Had she been found out?  Had her
mother read her diary when coming to wake her up?  She jumped out of bed,
and quickly made her way into the kitchen, where her mother was making
breakfast.

   "Good morning, sweetie!" her mother had cheerfully chirped, a bright
smile adorning her aged face.

   "Uhh, morning, mom.  Did you do my laundry this morning?" Tessa had
replied, sightly unsure of herself and the situation at hand.

   "Yes, I did.  I went in there to wake you, but you just looked so
peaceful.  I didn't want to wake you on your day off, but you know how I
am, always gotta make sure the laundry gets done!"

   "Oh, alright, thanks then.  Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night
last night and couldn't get back to sleep, so I decided to write a little
bit in my diary until I got tired again.  I guess I just fell asleep with
it in my hands," she explained, still not sure if her mother had read her
sinful account.

   "Yeah, you were clutching that thing like your life depended on it," her
mother said with a laugh.  "I set it off to the side so you wouldn't bend
it or anything."

   "Thanks.  You didn't read anything, did you?" Tessa said with a
mockingly angry tone and a slight finger wag.  She desperately hoped that
her mother would assume she was joking, but give a straight answer.

   "Of course not, honey.  That's your business, not mine.  You going to
hang out with Faye today?"

   Internally, Tessa sighed with relief, but to her mother she gave a laugh
and said "That's the plan!  What's for breakfast?"

   Tessa then sat down at the kitchen table and started the day like she
did every other day, with a meal home-cooked by her doting mother.  Her
mother, Georgia, had spent the past nineteen years as a housewife, ever
since her first child, Caitlyn, was born.  She tended to her with all the
care that a mother can conceivably give, and gave the same to Tessa when
she joined the living.  Georgia had married good ol' Father Richard years
before he became a father or a Father.  The two were high-school
sweethearts, and got married right out of graduation.  Richard and Georgia
had then both went on to study at Oklahoma Baptist University, him getting
a Bible Bachelor's degree, and her a Music Ministry degree.  From there,
Richard went on to study at the Southern Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky
while she worked playing the piano in a small local church.  The two of
them conceived Caitlyn during Richard's final year in Kentucky, and then
after she was born and he finished his work, they moved back to Oklahoma to
be near Richard's parents.  After moving into a small country home about
half an hour outside of Tulsa that was owned by his parents, Richard found
a job as a pastor in a smaller church near the big city, and they had
raised their family there ever since.

   Tessa grew up loving the country atmosphere, but cherished the ability
to sojourn into the city in a relatively short amount of time.  She had the
best of both worlds, and up until recently, with her new-found feelings for
her best friend, her life had been about as normal as one can be.  Her
parents loved her, her sister loved her, and she was getting a good
education.  Which is why the thought of loving a girl had frightened Tessa
so horribly.  Anything that might tear her away from the life that she lead
was something to be feared, not embraced.  It was with this conviction, and
in the light of day, surrounded by her family in the shining morning light,
that she decided to never speak to Faye about her feelings.  It was far too
dangerous to admit to something so taboo, especially with parents who had
strong religious reasons to criminalize homosexuality.  Masturbation,
though, that could stay.  It had to stay.  Her pussy already craved
attention, and it had only been six hours since her lively midnight romp.
Even as she sat at the breakfast table, a small warmth began to materialize
in her lower region at the mere mention of Faye's name.  So, she scarfed
down her breakfast as quickly as possible and excused herself to shower and
ready herself for the day.

   Tessa had a bathroom and bedroom all to herself in a small wing of her
families' country home, which was convenient, considering what she planned
to do.  She scurried to the bathroom, which she kept fairly clean, and
locked the door behind her.  Within seconds of twisting the lock, her hand
had found its way past the hem of her sweatpants and into her panties.  She
let out a little moan as she softly stroked the slit of her tiny kitty,
giving her relief from the pressure that had been building throughout
breakfast.  Removing her hand from her pants, she turned to look at herself
in the mirror, to see if anything had changed.  Maybe a glow, or a look in
her eyes that said "That's right, I fap now." But there was no such look.
The same Tessa stared her back in the mirror.  Her faint red,
shoulder-length layered hair was messy against the pale, milky tone of her
skin.  A slightly upturned lip stood proud atop her small mouth, giving a
strength to the otherwise soft features of her face.  Her bright, big green
eyes stood out in stark contrast against her red hair, accentuated by her
cute, pointed nose and soft eyebrows.  She had thought that upon seeing
herself, she might feel guilt at what she had done last night.  Because, of
course, she was just an innocent fourteen year-old.  Yet, upon seeing her
own face, she cracked a smile.  She wasn't just a good christian girl
anymore.  She had grown up.

   It was with this revelation that she stripped the clothes off of her
body and once again admired herself in the mirror.  This was something that
she hadn't often done growing up, but after exploring her body more than
she ever had before, she was determined to memorize every nook and cranny.
Curious as to what she had looked like the previous night, Tessa went over
to the shower and began to heat up the water.  Satisfied that the running
water might cover up any stray noise that might escape her mouth, she
leaned against the wall opposite her large mirror and began to play with
herself.  She started by gripping both of her small breasts in each hand,
massaging them to stimulate her nipples.  She then pinched each nipple in
succession, rolling them between her fingers, getting a feel for them. 
Regarding herself in the mirror as she did this, Tessa found that it got
her excited.  She was quite attractive, after all, and seeing someone so
sexually engaged for the first time in her life got her hot.

   So, then, Tessa began to make her way down to the main course.  She
relished the opportunity to once again explore herself in such an intimate
way.  This was all so new to her, and the newness only added to her
pleasure.  Again, Tessa started by rubbing her middle finger up and down
the length of her virgin snatch, loosening the entrance up for the
inevitable penetration.  This time, however, having had a little bit of
experience, and having the added light of the bright florescent bathroom
tubes, Tessa was able to more clearly see what she was doing.  She found
that when she reached the top of her sex, it felt more sensitive than any
other individual area.  Inspired, she focused her attention more strongly
there, massaging and rubbing the hood of her clit with increasing speed. 
Her breaths became ragged as her pace skyrocketed, and she felt the same
pressure and heat from the night before building up inside of her as she
frantically attacked her love button.  Unable to resist any longer, she
quickly shoved two fingers inside of her waiting hole, eliciting an
ecstasy-laden gasp.  She had to move slowly at first to allow her walls to
adjust to the girth of her slender fingers, but as she adjusted, the speed
with which she pistoned into herself increased exponentially.  Soon, she
felt on the verge of climax, as she had the night before.  Every neuron in
her brain was firing as moans escaped her tiny mouth, coaxed forward by her
self-lovemaking.  With the ounce of brain that wasn't completely focused on
feeding her lust, she recognized that she must keep quiet, so she stuffed
her mouth with the fingers of her free hand, softly biting down to keep
from being heard.  Tessa looked herself dead in the eyes in the mirror in
front of her as her second orgasm wracked her body.

   Seconds after the passionate climax shot through her body, she slid down
the wall onto the ground in a shivering heap, two fingers lodged firmly
inside her young love cave.  Suddenly, she heard a loud knock in the door
beside her and she shouted out in fright.



   "Sorry!  Tessa, hurry up and get finished with your shower, Faye's
here!" came the voice from beyond the door.

   Unable to conjure up a sentence in her feeble state, she muttered as
loud as she could muster "Mmhmm." Forcing herself up off the ground, Tessa
made her way into the shower and quickly cleaned herself off, depriving
herself this time of partaking of her love juice.  She was a little
disappointed, but the prevailing emotion she felt in that moment was fear.
How was she going to react to seeing Faye?  The last time they had spoken,
Tessa had made up a bullshit excuse about food poisoning.  Had Faye bought
it?  What was she going to say?  Tessa's mind raced as she wrapped herself
in a towel and exited the bathroom and made her way down the small hallway
to her bedroom.  Upon opening her bedroom door, Tessa once again shouted
out in shock as Faye jumped her, causing the bath towel to drop to the
ground around her feet.  Laughing, Faye brought her hands to her face in
mock embarrassment and moaned out "Ooooooooooh."

   "Ugh, that's not funny!" Tessa had shouted in real embarrassment, one
hand attempting to cover both of her small breasts and the other covering
her hairless crotch.  Blood rushed to her face, and her cheeks flushed with
a deep crimson, causing her freckles to pop out against her beautiful pale
skin even more.

   "Aww, what's the matter?  It's not like I haven't seen all that before
anyway," Faye said, gesturing to Tessa's breasts.

   "Shut up," was the reply as Tessa gathered the towel back around her
body and moved to her closet to pick out the clothes she was going to wear
for the day.  She was mortified at what Faye had done to her.  There was
obviously no way that she could have known how Tessa felt about her, but
the fact that she was so flippant about her nudity made her genuinely
upset. For Tessa, being nude had always been sacred.  To have it suddenly
be trivialized was too sharp a juxtaposition for her to handle.

   From there, the two of them simply began the day as if nothing had
happened.  Tessa, having relieved herself before their time together, was
able to keep the sexual thoughts at bay as they sat around and chatted and
joked.  Having feared the worst, Tessa was pleasantly surprised to find
that her fears were unfounded.  The rest of Spring Break functioned in the
same way, with Tessa masturbating before their time together, and their
relationship remaining unchanged.  That week's habit turned into a month's
habit, and then a year's habit.  For the next year and a half, Tessa
masturbated daily, occasionally lapping up her own cum, to keep the
perverse feelings that she had for Faye at bay.  Each day, she got more and
more familiar with her body and her emotions, and quickly gained mastery
with her fingers.  She could easily find her clit, and knew exactly where
to stroke to elicit maximum pleasure.

   As well, she continued to stay single throughout her sophomore year. 
She found a few boys, and even a few more girls, quite attractive, but she
didn't feel the same connection with any of them that she did with her
wonderful friend Faye.  Faye, however, dated a few different guys in their
first two years of high-school, all of which were total flops.  Faye told
Tessa in detail about her many romantic encounters, but was very explicit
that she was still a virgin.  Although a flirt, Faye didn't easily give
herself up to anyone who wanted a piece.  Tessa would never show it, but
she was incredibly glad that Faye had saved herself.  She had no intention
of making a move, but there was no doubt in her mind at this point that she
genuinely loved her best friend.  It was slowly killing her inside, but she
felt there was nothing she could do about it.  And so she waited, hoping
for a miracle.

   During this time period, Tessa had stopped journaling about her real
feelings and resorted to entries that were as tame as possible.  She
couldn't risk her parents finding out about her masturbatory habits or her
secret lesbian desires.  Either would destroy not only her relationship
with her parents, but also any chance of staying in public school.  She
couldn't imagine being separated from Faye in any way, and if they knew how
she really felt about her best friend, she might never see her again. 
Tessa, on the outside, was a happy, healthy, well-adjusted young christian
girl.  On the inside, she was breaking apart.