Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: XXX-Men 01 : Bea
Part: Chapter 1 of 1
Universe: PdV's XXX-Men
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Summary: If mutations granting super-powers became 
evident at puberty you're going to try to tell me the 
"lucky" people wouldn't behave exactly like every other 
teenager out there?
Keywords: ff, f-solo, oral, mf (no-sex), public, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2004

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Bea was such a beautiful little baby that it almost broke 
her parents' hearts when the doctor told them she had a 
problem with her spine.

Despite his reassurances and the relatively trivial 
nature of the problem, they had lost an earlier child 
born with spina bifida and were afraid he might be going 
to suggest something similar with this child.

"No.  Nothing at all like that", he answered their fears.  
"Its merely that Beatrice has what is known as a caudal 
appendage, a very small tail if you prefer."

They didn't seem to be that relieved by the news.  The 
term "monkey girl" ran through both their minds.

"Sometimes it is a simple matter to trim it back, there 
is minimal scarring and it's in an area not usually seen 
anyway.  In Beatrice's case though it appears her spinal 
column might extend into the appendage which makes an 
amputation inadvisable.  With your permission I'd like to 
arrange a CAT scan of the area and just make sure.  If 
there IS such an extension then I would recommend leaving 
it until Beatrice has grown up and if it is a problem 
then she can have the appendage merged into her buttock 
with a little plastic surgery."

"Why can't she have that surgery now?"

"The appendage will grow, just a little, and she would 
then possibly need regular plastic surgery to keep it in 
place.  It's better to wait until Beatrice reaches her 
adult size."

Bea's parents tended to see things in terms of "God's 
Will".  When they were told surgery WOULDN'T be possible 
they accepted things were to be the way they were - If He 
had wanted the tail removed then the surgeon would have 
found a way.

-----

Bea had been a small-boned baby and grew to be a small 
toddler and then a small girl.  Her parents took her for 
check-ups and there were no hormonal imbalances - it was 
just that the genetic dice sometimes comes up with low 
numbers.

Her tail remained a family secret.  It was never much of 
a problem since it did only grow slowly remaining at all 
times about the same length as Bea's middle finger and 
being just a little broader than her father's thumb.  It 
curved between her buttocks, ending just short of her 
anus and, as such, caused Bea no problems as she went 
from nappies to trainers and then to normal clothes.  By 
the time she was ready for school her parents seldom even 
saw the odd creased area at the base of her spine.

-----

Growing up for Bea was, as it is for most people, a 
mixture of good times and bad times.  She was overjoyed 
to hear she would be getting a new brother or sister 
though she didn't really understand why it couldn't come 
Now! rather than later.

When her mother checked into hospital and she stayed over 
at her Nan's for the night she was allowed to stay up 
past her normal bedtime and was wide awake when her 
father phoned through the news about Timothy.

Nan and Pop took her to see her mother and the family's 
new baby the next day - she would remember in later years 
how her main memory was how scrawny he had looked, 
nothing like her friend Fran's little brother.  She was 
happy when they told her he would grow up soon and could 
play with her then.  She went home with Daddy and they 
had the whole house to themselves for three days before 
Mummy came home.

-----

Timothy was home for just two months before he had to be 
rushed back to the hospital.  It appeared he had a 
blockage in the artery leading to his left leg and the 
cold and clammy feel of his foot showed it was not 
getting adequate blood flow.  Bea once again got to stay 
with Nan and Pop.

This time there was no joyous return to the hospital.  
Little Timmy had a bad reaction to the anaesthetic and, 
before the doctors could remedy the situation, his life 
had been snuffed out.  Bea's holiday lasted three days 
this time though her parents joined her, hugging her 
through their tears when they arrived.  She was trebly 
special now.

-----

"Mum, my hook's gotten longer.  I have to bend it out the 
way when I go to the toilet."  Nine year old Bea had 
grown up referring to the curved appendage as a "hook" 
rather than a tail so an overheard conversation would be 
less revealing - a hook could be anything or anywhere, a 
tail immediately suggests one place.

Bea was a little embarrassed to be exposing her buttocks 
to her mother; it was the first time in years.  It was 
even worse when Mum insisted Bea's father look too!

Bea was questioned about the growth and admitted it had 
been "a few weeks" since she had first had "problems".  
Even now it was just an inconvenience and she had enough 
motor control to scoot it to one side before she sat down 
- once she remembered.

Given reassurances and sent on her way, she missed the 
muted yet still heated discussion between her parents.  
It was surprising that they found so much to talk about 
since they were of one mind about not taking any risks 
with their remaining, and very precious, child.

June took on the roll of Devil's advocate, pointing out 
the reasons WHY Bea should be examined and possibly 
treated.  Cameron, whose arguments tended to be better 
constructed, could be depended on to find convincing 
responses to each of her points.  They both had mixed 
feelings, wishing that their daughter could be "normal" 
but not being prepared to lose her as well.  Timothy's 
surgery had been a minor matter and look what had 
happened there.

They knew, at least intellectually, that they couldn't 
keep Bea wrapped in cotton wool; they realised that SHE 
might prefer to have something done, especially once she 
found out about boys.  None of that mattered on an 
emotional level; they preferred to delay any decision as 
long as possible.

As a consequence Bea sensed their unspoken discomfort 
with the subject and kept the details of future changes 
to herself.

---

Bea favoured swimsuits with skirts even though only the 
plumper of her peers wore them.  It helped to keep the 
slight bulge hidden though her actions were still 
restricted; Bea for instance refused to dive into the 
water, doing a pin drop instead.

She was also one of the "shy" girls in the change room 
though the others didn't realise it; Bea would manage to 
get a corner position and would keep her back away from 
the others as she changed.  Since that meant her front 
was visible as they stripped and dressed the others 
failed to realise she was hiding something from them.

That got trickier when her "little extra" began to reach 
further forward.  She had managed to curl it up behind 
her successfully for a while and it was fortunate that 
the embarrassment felt by some of those who started their 
courses made it easier for Bea to join them changing in 
the cubicles much of the time.  No-one seemed to notice 
she was there more often than any of the others.

-----

Since Bea spent her hours away from home with her tail 
resting between her legs, tucked smoothly within her 
underpants, it was inevitable that its presence against 
her young pussy would be felt.  Like any other limb it 
rebelled against idleness and when she was forced to sit 
through an exceptionally long class she had much more 
reason to squirm in her seat than her classmates.

Her friends privately found out about the pleasure of 
touching themselves.  Bea's initial discoveries happened 
in public though fortunately not in a way that drew 
anyone's attention.

Bea had pins and needles, not in her fingers nor in her 
leg.  Her circulation had been blocked and she had 
shifted in her seat as she watched and copied the notes 
from the board.  Blood flowed to her tail and the 
tingling began.  It made her wriggle more and she spread 
her legs and stretched the unwanted appendage trying to 
ease the sensations.

Stretching and wriggling simultaneously was a recipe for, 
not disaster but rather, an incredible pleasure - at a 
most inopportune time.  It was a matter of luck that her 
gasp of surprise came just as there was a rush by some 
the class to answer a question and it was missed by those 
around her.

She knew she would not be able to stand much more of the 
sweet touch and forced herself to separate the two and 
concentrate on the fading pins and needles instead of the 
delightful feelings.

Waiting for the final bell, Bea found the rest of the day 
was the longest she could remember; she did experiment a 
little on several occasions, teasing herself as she tried 
to see what she had to do to repeat the sensation, but it 
was too tempting to keep doing it.  Conscious it was 
probably wrong Bea dared not have to explain WHAT she had 
been doing.

But after school ...

Bea accepted a milkshake from her mother and then briefly 
explained how she had some homework she wanted to get out 
of the way before dinner so she would be free to see a 
show afterwards.  Her mother promised to leave her 
undisturbed and Bea closed her bedroom door behind her.

She did actually do the work though it was much less than 
she had portrayed.  It didn't stop her continuing her 
investigations at the same time.

---

Over the previous couple of years Bea had learned that 
her tail was really quite functional though until that 
day she wouldn't have called it particularly useful.  
From having to move it out the way when going about her 
business she found she could move it around much the same 
as she could her arm.  It was natural to let it lie 
between her thighs, curved to hug her body, in much the 
same way as her arms hung down by her sides with no 
effort.  When she had a bare ass it could hang straight 
down too, though this was more like dangling her arms 
while she lay on her bed.

If she wanted to she could make it climb up her back 
where the tip fell over to make it appear like a question 
mark.  That wasn't the end of it though, Bea could also 
twist it along its length so the tip now faced her body 
and was able to "scratch" an itch down on her lower back.

As far as her gentle squeezing could tell, the bones 
continued almost to the end but their small size didn't 
stop her from making it spiral like the twisted tail of a 
little pig; the idea of getting a moniker like "piggy" 
was a major factor in her keeping her tail a secret.  
Physically though it was closer to the rounded 
cylindrical shape of one of the big cats such as a Tiger 
rather than the tapering point of, say, a Greyhound or 
the thicker walloping taper of a Labrador.

It didn't wag like a dog's when she was happy though she 
did swing it in time to her imaginary music when singing 
pop tunes in the shower.

Bea had been fascinated with pictures of animals with 
tails like hers, particularly monkeys - at least the New 
World varieties.  Other girls and boys might have a 
closer resemblance to chimps and gorillas but Bea had 
grown to have a perplexed liking, even secret pride, for 
her tail even though it was as "bald" as the rest of her 
body.  A downy covering couldn't match the sleek fur of 
one of "her" type of monkey but at least it was better 
than the colours of a baboon's ass.

There was one thing that she did find different though; 
the very end was more flexible, more rubber-like.  Bea 
could make it extend slightly, thinning as it grew longer 
or contracting back to form a disk-like lump.  Neither 
seemed particularly useful abilities.

---

Neither seemed particularly useful abilities that is 
until Bea started playing with herself in earnest.

With her hands on top of the desk in her room and her 
knees spread apart underneath Bea concentrated on the 
questions before her while she let her tail "do its own 
thing".

She started off slowly, very slowly, letting her tail 
barely brush over her lips.  The touch against her light 
coating of hair was mildly ticklish, acceptable because 
it was her doing the tickling and so she could stop or 
press harder.  She pressed harder, still barely rubbing 
though.  Now it felt nice.  Not like at school where she 
had shivers running up and down her spine at times but, 
yes, definitely "nice".

It was then that she found out a thinner tip could be 
useful to work her way between her lips to get at the 
juice collecting at the entrance to her vagina.

Bea's homework became just a convenient excuse if she was 
interrupted; she was no longer even sure which question 
she was doing.

The wet tip could now slide right along her furrow, from 
the skin between ass and vagina to the fold at the edge 
of her frontal fur.  And sliding was so "nice" she 
wondered how she could have ever used that word for the 
earlier sensations.

Bea had received a reasonable basic sex education, with 
an emphasis on "basic".  She knew what went where and 
what happened nine months later if it did.  She didn't 
know about erogenous zones, clitorises, fertile periods 
or contraceptives.  When your folks don't feel comfort-
able speaking about sex "until you are older" (a time 
that usually doesn't come until it is too late), and live 
in a rather conservative community that doesn't help them 
out, that can happen.

It did mean that she wasn't ready for the overpowering 
orgasm that spread over her as her tail continued to rub 
against her hardening clit.

Bea's fingers were splayed against the desktop as her 
body shook.  Her head was thrown back and a guttural 
gurgle came from her throat.  Her knees came together, 
trapping the tail so it could no longer move, regardless 
of how much Bea wanted it to, regardless of how much her 
body screamed for an ongoing touch that it could no 
longer bear.  If it hadn't felt so good, so absolutely 
right, her screams would have been from fear and they 
WOULD have been heard.

She sobbed with joy and carefully spread her legs, 
willing the tail down against her chair and away from the 
rest of her flesh.  "No wonder sex is such a big thing!" 
she thought.

Bea had discovered masturbation, one of the many topics 
NOT included in any sex talk so far.

---

And of course having discovered something, it isn't 
possible to just forget it; not that Bea had any 
intention of doing that.

She had finished her homework, had her dinner with her 
parents and had had a quick shower, washing her hair 
before her show started.  She donned an old pair of 
tracksuit pants and a sloppy sweater to sit in a lounge 
chair before the television while her parents shared the 
sofa.  The show began and they all concentrated on 
watching the drama.

All except Bea anyway.  Part of her concentration was on 
her parents, making sure they weren't watching her as she 
let her tail press against her again.

She was too scared to rub herself like before; she 
couldn't come like that in front of her parents!  But she 
could keep touching herself just enough to make her feel 
good.  The knowledge that she was doing it in front of 
her parents gave her an even greater charge though it was 
so much easier than her classmates would have found since 
she could keep her hands clearly in sight.

---

The movie over, Bea kissed her parents goodnight and 
brushed her teeth before stripping off and crawling into 
bed, for once naked.

She reached down, touching herself for pleasure for the 
first time as she spread her lips so the tail had easy 
access to her pussy.  It rubbed between the V her fingers 
made, the extra pressure making the contact all the more 
pleasurable.  The juices that had coated her during the 
movie began to dry and she slid her tail back to get more 
from her own personal fountain.

It felt good pushing against the blood-engorged tissues, 
so good Bea left it there while she used her fingers on a 
little knob that had no name she was aware of.

Experimenting all the time, she closed them so the fleshy 
rise was trapped between and eased her tail back and 
forth in time with the movement of her hand.  As she got 
worked up she rubbed harder and she pushed harder until, 
in the throes of her second orgasm she felt a pain lance 
through her as the tail pushed past her hymen.  The brief 
shock was nothing compared to the pleasure and Bea pushed 
her tail deeper into herself.

She left it there as she felt the joy subsiding and it 
was warming to think of it filling her.  She could also 
feel the warmth around it and the wet pressure as her 
internal muscles squeezed down.  She had known her tail 
had grown more sensitive in recent months; it was 
noticeable when she touched it that it "felt good", 
nothing as intense as her pussy had turned out to be but 
not inconsiderable.  Now she was finding how nice it was 
to have one part of her body massaging the other.

It was only much later when she read about erogenous 
zones that she realised the blessing her tail REALLY was.

Bea threw on a nightie and headed for the bathroom.  She 
left her tail tucked up inside her as she walked and 
enjoyed yet again the odd sensations as her insides moved 
around the hard intruder.

When she slid it out so she could empty the bladder that 
had been stimulated by the unaccustomed activity she felt 
it pass the torn flap of skin that had "sealed" her and 
noticed the smear of blood along the pale surface.

Virginity was one topic that was discussed.  It was 
allegedly the be all and end all until marriage and as 
such any suggestion that a girl might have lost hers 
became sordid gossip even for the younger teenage girls; 
sordid gossip and delicious envy!

"I've lost my cherry!  Damn, I've just fucked myself!"  
The social rejection of swearing didn't mean the 
community's youth didn't know or use the terms, merely 
that they were careful ONLY to use them with their peers 
and then only when one sex was present.  Unlike justice, 
propriety must be SEEN to be done regardless of it's true 
status.

Bea cleaned herself up and then used one of her night 
time pads to make sure there was no further leakage.

-----

Over the next eighteen months Bea regularly masturbated 
and fucked herself.  As she grew older the stories she 
heard through the schoolgirl grapevine became both more 
realistic and more descriptive.  There was an avid 
interest in sex, the forbidden ALWAYS being more 
attractive, and any information that could be gleaned 
from older siblings (female or male) were eagerly 
received by the others.

Like the girls around her, Bea's body had matured - 
though she would always remain fine boned and the 
shortest in her class.  Unlike them, her tail had also 
grown until it reached under and up to her belly button 
or, if she ran it up her back, to the base of her neck.

It was a good thing that it was as useful as it was since 
she knew none of the boys around the district would be 
likely to accept it.  She had thought about them and 
decided that they wouldn't be able to keep quiet about it 
either.

Though recognising she MIGHT be destined to spinsterhood, 
Bea was not reconciled to that fate and it didn't mean 
that she wasn't interested in the boys around her; that 
interest was probably why she considered the consequences 
so much.  At sixteen you want to be unique but you need 
to fit in; it's a strange time to go through when growing 
up and Bea, very unique, did so want to fit in.

So she and Trudy, her best friend for a couple of years 
without ANY falling out, compared notes on desirable boys 
and listened to the explanations of what went on during 
sex and its precursor ... dating!

They discussed kissing, and French kissing (!), letting 
the boy touch their breasts (clothed!), avoiding hickeys 
(so they wouldn't look cheap the next day or, even worse, 
have their parents see evidence of "bad behaviour"), the 
physiology of penises (Sex Ed didn't even MENTION hard 
ons!) and the need to have something handy to clean up 
when it started spewing seed everywhere.  Some of it 
sounded so unlikely they weren't sure whether they were 
being kidded or not.

A couple of the girls who spoke to one or two of those 
who had had to leave town for a few months, or whose 
recently married older sisters had taken pity on their 
siblings ignorance, even passed on stories about sex 
itself.

Bea almost spoke up when one girl explained how painful 
sex was the first time when you lost your virginity and 
how there was blood everywhere.  Bea wasn't sure if 
perhaps something else happened when there was a boy 
involved but she had found the "pain" more of a problem 
the next morning and had left only a little evidence on 
the pad she had used.  She decided that the boy in 
question was likely to have been as ignorant as the rest 
of them and that that would have been the reason for the 
unnamed girl's bad experience.  She was glad that she 
didn't stop the explanation however because that was when 
she first heard the word "clitoris" and began to 
understand a little more about her own physiology.

-----

It's hard to keep a secret, even one about yourself.  You 
are dying to let just one person know so you can bask in 
their admiration, if only because you were able to find 
out something they didn't know.  It can be even harder 
when you and your best friend were trading confidences.

Dating, though not banned, was considered a group outing 
until the people concerned had finished high school.  It 
was easier to comply with one's parents' wishes, at least 
openly, and have the rest of the group turn a blind eye 
if you disappeared for a little while and returned 
somewhat dishevelled.  By the time the boys and girls got 
to that age they were less prone to cast stones at 
others.  Besides, those who couldn't keep their traps 
shut found themselves excluded from the groups.

If Bea and Trudy happened to sit between two boys who 
happened to find them attractive enough to hold hands and 
steal a kiss during the movie it was just part of the 
local mating ritual.  It was an exploration that did not 
signify commitment, merely interest at that stage.

But since Trudy was coming back to spend the remainder of 
the night at Bea's house they had plenty to talk about in 
Bea's room after "lights out".

Trudy had a bed made on a mattress on the floor next to 
Bea's and Bea leaned on her stomach in the darkness so 
she was facing her friend as they quietly talked.

"You seemed to be having fun with Allan."

"Not half as much fun as you were having with Doug", Bea 
responded to her friend's teasing.

"He is nice; they both are."

Bea agreed.  "I don't think you saw as much of the movie 
as I did.  I glanced your way a couple of times and you 
seemed terribly interested in something in Doug's lap."

Trudy giggled.  "Promise you won't tell? - ever!"

"I promise.  What?"

"Doug was holding my hand and was messing around, you 
know, tickling it with his fingers, and I was doing it 
back.  He would look over my way and then lean in and 
kiss my cheek or neck, okay I turned his way as well and 
kissed him back properly too.  But that was nothing.

"One time when he leaned over my hand was on the armrest 
because he had let go to turn around a bit more..."

"I know.  I could see you turning all the time.  I think 
Allan was shy; he only kissed me a couple of times near 
the end."

"Do you want to hear or not?"

"Sorry.  Of course I do."

"Okay then.  I had my hand on the armrest and he leaned 
over and something hard pressed against the back of my 
fingers so of course I wriggled them.  Boy did Doug jump.  
He moved back and then started to kiss me again and I 
felt the hardness rub over my fingers again.  This time 
he just sat there as I wriggled them."

"Oh wow!"  Bea had no doubt as to what the hardness must 
have been and was amazed at her friend's daring.  That 
sort of behaviour could get a girl a rep.

"Weren't you afraid he would say something to the other 
boys?"

"Maybe.  Before we got up I told him if he said anything 
not only wouldn't I do anything like it again but I would 
see he was blackballed by ALL of the girls."

Bea knew that it could be a powerful threat.  The girls 
might have no sympathy for one of their number who got 
caught but they would be wary of suffering the same fate.  
A boy who couldn't be discrete would find it hard to get 
another date.

"How did he take that?"

"He was eager to assure me that he would keep it a secret 
to his tomb, and asked me if I was going again next week 
and whether I would sit with him again."

"You must have made a real impression with your 
knuckles."

"I think it was more what I did when he sat up again.  
That's what I was looking at, the way it was jumping as I 
rubbed and squeezed it."

"You didn't!  His penis?"  She mouthed the word, afraid 
that speaking it out louder than a whisper would make it 
the one word in her conversation that her parents would 
hear - all the way in their room.

"Yep.  Doug just leaned back and watched me rub my hand 
over the front of his pants.  He was even breathing funny 
and then he pushed my hand away in a hurry and just held 
it for a while without moving.  I thought I might have 
hurt him but he just whispered it felt too nice when I 
rubbed it like that."

Bea realised her night out had been nowhere near as 
exciting; she thought carefully for a minute and then 
asked a question she hoped wouldn't spoil their 
friendship.

"Have you ever rubbed yourself until it felt too nice?"

Trudy didn't answer at once.  She too was aware that a 
confidence shared couldn't be taken back later.  For her 
it was a little easier since she had already told enough 
to be ostracised.  It was a simple case of sheep or lamb 
making no difference to the hangman.

"Yes, how about you?"

"Yes."  The mutual admission made it easier now to 
compare stories and techniques.

"How long have you been doing it?"

Bea tallied up the months.  "Year and a half, not quite 
two years I suppose.  You?"

"Two years!  I only found out about six months ago.  Why 
didn't you tell me how nice it could be.  I could have 
had an extra year!"

It wasn't a serious question.  Neither of them would have 
been as open about matters sexual even six months ago.  
At least on a personal level.  Everything was almost 
always expressed in terms of third or fourth hand 
anecdotes.

"I'll tell you what though.  Rubbing Doug made me tingle 
just like I was rubbing myself, I was so excited."

"I wish I had been sitting where I could have seen.  Can 
he sit between us next week?"

Trudy laughed at Bea's voyeuristic desires and she joined 
in.

"Provided you keep your hands to yourself."

That set them off again as they imagined the teenage 
boy's reaction to having two girls fondling him.  They 
realised that it would be too dangerous even if they 
wanted to behave like that; the sort of recognition Doug 
could achieve with the other boys by such a tale could be 
worth the "loss of privileges".  Some of the other girls 
might even figure that he had something worth 
investigating if the two of them were willing to share 
him so the "loss" may not be all that serious for him.

"I think it might be harder to keep my hands off myself."  
Bea was openly stating that the idea of watching her 
friend petting the boy would get her wet.  "It's hard 
enough now just thinking about it."

Trudy then surprised Bea even more than she had earlier.

"So.  I've been rubbing ever since you told me how long 
you've been doing it."

"I couldn't tell."

"You don't make a lot of noise when you do it, do you?"

"I try not to; sometimes it's hard."

"Hard like Dougie?"  That of course set them giggling 
like only teenage girls can.

Trudy supposedly was still rubbing herself.  Bea, 
gripping the side of her own mattress was using her tail 
to perform the same task.

"Don't you wish!" she teased her friend while wishing she 
could tell her just how nice it was to have something 
hard inside.  Trudy had complained Bea hadn't let her 
know about rubbing herself, would she want to know about 
fucking yourself.

"Oh I do.  But I DON'T want to end up pregnant and that 
seems to be how it goes.  Doug certainly isn't in a 
position to support a family even if he wanted to; I 
certainly wouldn't like to have to give away a baby."

Bea agreed with her that neither option was desirable at 
their age.  Abortion wasn't even suggested as an option; 
girls were expected to be virginal or suffer the shame 
but an abortion was out of the question.  There was an 
occasional bride whose first baby came early, a fiction 
accepted by everyone without comment or disgrace once the 
band of gold was securely on her finger.  None ever kept 
their baby unwedded though.  It wasn't that sort of a 
community.  If any girl really wanted to, they did it far 
from home and weren't heard from again, having shamed 
their family too much to be forgiven.

Though contraceptives were technically available to 
married adults, even the single men had to travel to get 
supplies.  Teenagers had no chance at all.  And there was 
another option that was only known by reputation though 
it was whispered about amongst the older girls.

"I dream sometimes of having one of those vibrators 
though.  It would be hard enough to feel like Dougie's 
thingy so I could imagine it was him while I rubbed 
myself.  Do you ever wish you had one?"

Bea, who had never thought of a boy's face suspended over 
hers while she had ploughed her own furrow decided maybe 
the time had come to make a confession.  A life-changing 
revelation for sure but she could not know whether for 
good or ill.

"No.  I have to admit I haven't.  I'll tell you why but I 
really, really need you to swear you won't say anything 
to anyone even if it freaks you out and you decide you 
can't be my friend anymore."

Trudy was intrigued.  What had her friend done that she 
was so worried she would drive Trudy away?

"I swear",  She quite sincerely said,  "Even if you've 
murdered someone I promise not to tell.  You're my best 
friend and you know I love you."  Trudy used the term in 
the sense of a friend who would do anything to help or 
support you rather than a lover who lusted after your 
body.

"I know and that's why I'm going to trust you with a 
secret.  I've got something that I use to fuck myself 
with."

"You're kidding.  How long have you had it?"

"The same time as I've been rubbing myself.  I found out 
about it on the same day."  It had been a wonderful day 
Bea had relived over and over.

"Can I see it?  Can I try it out?"

"Oh, oh!"  That was one consequence that Bea hadn't 
considered.  Trudy had promised she wouldn't say anything 
and Bea had made her swear expecting to reveal all but 
that hadn't been the same as fucking her friend with her 
tail.

"Er.  Perhaps I should explain a bit more first.  Do you 
want to climb up here?"

"Give us a hand."

Bea extended her arm and Trudy grasped it.  Bea noticed 
the dampness on Trudy's fingers.  It was kind of exciting 
to think of where they had been.  Trudy pulled herself up 
beside Bea.

"So start explaining."

"Give me your hand."

Trudy did so and Bea placed it on a warm fleshy object 
she had resting on the quilt.  It certainly FELT like the 
object Doug had kept hidden in his pants at the theatre.

"Is that a vibrator or is it one of those dilly things?"

"Not quite.  It's a little more useful than those.  Run 
your hand along it."

Trudy did so.  If it was a dildo it was far longer than 
she had ever imagined one would be.  The other end curved 
around behind her friend and Trudy found her hand was 
approaching Bea.

"Don't tell me you've got it up you now!"

"No.  Keep going."

Bea knew Trudy hadn't realised the true situation yet but 
there was only a couple of centimetres to go.  She took 
Trudy's free hand between hers so she could better judge 
the other girl's reaction.

Trudy followed the trail until her hand made contact with 
Bea's buttocks and then she gingerly felt around before 
deciding it was a fixture rather than a fitting.

"A tail!  You've got a tail?"

Bea was grateful her friend's excitement was only 
expressed in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Yes.  And I really need you NOT to tell."

"Oh I can understand that.  You can trust me there.  
Wow!"

Bea was happy that, though her friend had flinched a bit, 
she hadn't tried to jump or crawl away, hadn't screamed 
in fear, hadn't even tried to pull her hand out from 
Bea's in disgust.  It seemed Trudy WAS a true friend.

"This is amazing.  Unbelievable.  How...?"

"I was born with it, nowhere near as long of course.  
They decided it would be dangerous to cut it off and over 
time it grew with me."

"And you've managed to keep it hidden all this time?  And 
didn't even tell your best friend!"

"I'm telling you now aren't I?"

Trudy squeezed her friend's hand.  "Yes and I thank you 
for showing you have confidence in me.  It IS a big 
secret.  So ... tell me about it.  ALL about it."

Bea settled down to explain about her first time.  Trudy 
moved her hand back closer to the tip and began to feel 
it like she would have liked to have felt Doug's naked 
penis.

Bea enjoyed the touch, it made her wet to feel another's 
hand on the sensitive object for the first time in nearly 
a decade.

Trudy was also getting wet with the tale of her friend's 
impalement on her unusual appendage.  Far from being 
horrified of the deformity or disgusted with its use, 
Trudy was envious both of the tail and Bea's advance 
knowledge of what it was like to be fucked.

"Please Bea.  You've got to use it on me.  I won't ever 
get a chance to find out what it's like to get fucked 
before my wedding night if you don't.  My father would 
just kill me if I got pregnant and I know that's what 
would be sure to happen."

Bea had to concede that Murphy's law had lately seemed to 
feature in Trudy's life to a greater degree than the 
others they knew, at least in the more important matters.

Bea was curious.  Very curious.  What would it be like to 
feel another's vagina around her?  She didn't have to be 
asked again.  That only left a decision about the 
geography of the task.

Trudy would need to be close but not too close.  Bea 
couldn't really curve it between her own legs first 
unless Trudy sat on her lap.  It would be possible but 
Bea thought she might like to rub her own pussy at the 
same time and that would be impossible then.  Tracy could 
kneel behind her or they could both stand.  There seemed 
to be a wide variety of possible positions, an unexpected 
revelation where their peer group would consider even the 
missionary position daring.

"Lie in my bed with your head on the pillow.  Now lift 
your leg up.  Good."

Bea had sat down with Trudy's left leg behind her; her 
right now rested over Bea's lap.

"Bend your knees up a little.  That's right.  Okay now I 
have to warn you that it can hurt a little at first 
though I was feeling so good I didn't really mind.  First 
I have to make sure you are wet enough.  Ready?"

Trudy squeezed her knee against the bottom of Bea's 
ribcage.  "Ready!"

Trudy felt the snakelike movement under her leg and 
lifted it slightly.  The tip made a tentative contact 
against the top of her thigh and then went exploring as 
Bea sought Trudy's private parts.

Lesbian activity was not a topic of discussion, even in a 
negative way.  If it wasn't discussed it couldn't happen 
could it.  Male homosexuality was an abomination and that 
really was the end of the topic.  People who committed 
abominations were destined to spend Eternity in Hell.  
The specifics were never clearly understood, which was 
how their parents preferred it.

Never having thought of her friend sexually, nor found 
herself appalled by the suggestion of contact with 
another girl, Bea found she was quite comfortable with 
her explorations.  She was merely helping her friend out, 
not lusting after her.  It wasn't that easy however.

In the darkened room Bea couldn't even see the rich red 
pattern in the quilt cover she had drawn over the other 
girl's body.  She didn't have the feedback of her own 
pussy to help position her tail against the right spots 
and so Trudy found the tip pressing here and there as Bea 
tried to find the place.

Trudy's fur was so soft!  Unbelievably satisfying to 
touch in fact; Bea stroked the surface of Trudy's outer 
lip for a while before moving closer to the centre.

As in her own case Bea had to wriggle her way into the 
wetter spots so her tail could be adequately coated.  
Trudy welcomed the unaccustomed size pressing at the 
entrance to her vagina; much bigger than her own delicate 
fingers yet still gentle.

Trudy also noticed Bea's wrist resting against her calf 
and realised her friend's hand HAD to be positioned so 
she too could enjoy a little pleasure.  It was delightful 
to imagine her friend masturbating in her presence; 
almost as delightful as feeling Bea masturbating her.

Wet and slippery, the tail now began to seriously affect 
Trudy's equilibrium.  She needed to grip something as the 
tension rose within and found her breasts not only handy 
but also synergistic; instead of just allowing her to 
appreciate the joyous feelings, the rough handling added 
its own appealing measure and she found herself panting 
as the flood of sensations forced a hastily suppressed 
scream from her throat.

If the noise hadn't been enough to let Bea know her 
friend had orgasmed, the painful tightening of her legs 
around Bea's waist would have been a big clue.  And she 
hadn't yet attempted to enter Trudy's vagina.

Bea remembered the ease at which her own hymen had been 
passed while she was still peaking and began to rub her 
tail more selectively over the front of Trudy's pussy.  
Trudy wasn't sure she could take it at first, she seemed 
hypersensitive to any touch just there.  She squirmed but 
the tail followed and without any warning a second wave 
overwhelmed her.

She also had no warning when Bea aligned her tail with 
the entrance to Trudy's waiting vagina and stretched the 
tip thin so it passed through the narrow opening in the 
only evidence that she was still a virgin.  The tip 
suddenly thickened as Bea pushed it deeper and Trudy 
gasped at the sudden sensation.  Bea had been right 
enough, it HAD only hurt a little - nothing at all like 
the stories that had been told by the other girls.

It certainly didn't stop the nice feelings.  It was 
amazing how full she felt.  Bea was deep inside her as 
Trudy had wished.  It was a chance to experience what sex 
with a boy would be like without any of the risk.  Trudy 
could understand why some girls, having experienced it, 
kept taking those risks; it seemed worth it.

Then ... Bea began to move her tail in and out in a 
regular fashion.  Trudy didn't know how she would be able 
to thank her.

Bea wasn't concerned about thanks just right then though.  
Her tail, though nowhere near as sensitive as the head of 
a penis was, nevertheless, well able to appreciate being 
inside the other girl.  When she added her own finger 
movements she was getting along almost as well as Trudy.

What Bea didn't expect was Trudy sitting up suddenly and 
cuddling her while she continued to ease the tail back 
and forth.  Fortunately Bea didn't suffer a broken tail.

Like a so-called double-jointed finger, Bea's tail was 
able to bend through almost 360 degrees in one plane and 
could wave around in another.  Being bent at right angles 
to the first was as liable to break a bone or dislocate a 
joint in her tail as in anyone's finger.

Though Trudy was lying with her body to the side of Bea, 
Bea had turned her tail as it curved around to line up 
with Trudy's pussy and vagina and as a result, Trudy 
merely bent it in the plane it was designed for.  Now 
instead of acting like a piston it was more like a piece 
of stiff garden hose being dragged back and forth through 
a curved piece of pipe.  The firm pressure over the front 
surface of Trudy's vagina was complemented by the way the 
tip pressed firmly against the back surface.

In addition Bea had reacted to the changed dimensions by 
automatically resisting the expulsion of her tail.  The 
tip contracted and the wide bulbous collar that was 
formed stretched the walls of Trudy's vagina.

All of this added to Trudy's pleasure.

She had sat up because she was overwhelmed, this time 
with gratitude towards someone who had shown her the 
wonders of womanhood.  She needed to cuddle with her 
friend, more than friend, and could only do that by 
sitting up.

Even twisted slightly sideways by the leg that rested 
across Bea's lap, Trudy still towered over her diminutive 
friend.  They didn't really see all that much difference 
when they were standing together though it was obvious to 
others.  Sitting there though Trudy was the better part 
of a head taller and was able to plant a thank you kiss 
on Bea's forehead.  She also hugged the other girl to her 
which meant, as she leaned back a little, she pulled 
Bea's head more in line with her breasts.

Now Bea had never thought of suckling at another's teat 
and she didn't then.  But her face was being pressed 
against Trudy's breast and it was inevitable that her 
lips brushed over the firm nipple through the light 
fabric.

Bea didn't suck it through Trudy's nightie nor did she 
extend her tongue to lick it.  Such ideas were not 
suggested even in their gossip sessions.  She did turn 
her head left and right against the insistent pressure of 
Trudy's arm.  The v-shaped opening shifted to expose the 
young breast and Bea's soft fleshy bottom lip dragged 
against the underside of one nipple only to be dragged 
back over the tip.  For some reason Trudy's grip got even 
harder and her own lips pressed firmly to Bea's head.

When Bea tried to turn her head away Trudy couldn't bear 
to lose the sensuous touch and guided her back so her 
mouth was centred over the spike.

She pressed Bea's face into the flesh and muttered a 
muted plea, "Lick me please."

Bea extended her tongue and was surprised to feel Trudy 
squeezing her tail as she swept the wet tip across 
Trudy's nipple.  She tried again and was rewarded with 
another genital embrace.  The tingles travelled to her 
spine and seemed to spread throughout her insides.  She 
sucked the nipple into her mouth, the firm breast tissue 
stretching between her lips; flattened, her tongue slid 
slowly over the lump.  Trudy gasped at the pleasure.

Taken by the sensations flowing over her, Bea could no 
longer concentrate on pushing her tail in and out.  
Instead she had plunged it as deeply as was comfortable 
for both of them and was bending it back and forth inside 
her friend.  Though they didn't know it, this was 
something they wouldn't be able to experience with a boy.  
In a time of novelties it was yet another to add to the 
joint excitement.

They came, near enough together that neither's pleasure 
had faded before the other's peaked.  Bea followed Trudy 
into a world of shared delight that surpassed their 
solitary experiences.  She had had to do most of the work 
for both of them but did not regret that for one second.

Indeed, Trudy was excessively grateful, lavishing kisses 
on the other girl's face even as Bea carefully withdrew 
from her body.  They sat there, arms around each other as 
the sweet stink of sexual arousal and fulfilment filled 
the air of the dark bedroom.

It seemed natural to Trudy to seek out the other girl's 
mouth and Bea showed no sign of rejecting her kisses.  
Indeed her lips parted and her tongue caressed Trudy's 
lips as they had her nipple.  Trudy responded with her 
own extended tongue.

Though their bodies were satiated they still found that 
the touch of their tongues caused yet further tingles.  
Even Trudy and Doug hadn't managed to try that yet and 
Bea was finding that she couldn't tell any difference 
between kissing Allan and kissing Trudy except that Trudy 
was more insistent, more passionate.  The boy had been 
decidedly self-conscious but there was no inherent boy-
ness or girl-ness.

Their kisses grew less passionate and more companionable.  
With their lusts satisfied they did just want to hold 
each other, comfortable and comforting.  They sat 
together, arms around each other until they started to 
notice the coolness around them.

"Lie down", said Bea.

Trudy did and Bea snuggled in behind her.  Her tail 
curled naturally between her legs before she settled into 
position though this time, instead of the end coiling 
over her pubes, she got Trudy to lift her leg enough so 
it was comfy against her pussy as well.  Neither wanted 
further activity just then but both found the intimate 
touch an acknowledgement that they were at ease with each 
other and what they had just done.  It could have been 
easy for either to have reacted in shame or confusion 
after the fact as an appreciation sunk in of how their 
relationship could possibly change.

Instead, when Bea put her arm around Trudy's waist, Trudy 
raise it so Bea's hand, secured by Trudy's own, was 
positioned against the breast she had earlier been 
licking.  Bea realised her secret should be safe; Trudy 
had found Bea's tail a good thing, not something to 
expose as an abomination.  She could only hope Trudy 
didn't boast about her experiences or praise Bea's 
attributes; with luck Trudy would want to keep the 
knowledge selfishly to herself.

Bea would need to talk to Trudy in the morning - and 
would have to kick her out to sleep in the makeshift bed 
before then.

-----

Trudy became a regular visitor to Bea's house though it 
wasn't convenient, nor socially safe, for her to stay 
over too often.  They had to be seen to be mixing with 
the others, especially the boys, to keep their parents 
satisfied nothing untoward was happening.

Trudy could only get permission to go back to Bea's house 
after an outing or to invite Bea back to stay with her 
every couple of months or so.  If she had involved other 
people as well she would have been given more leeway but 
one-on-one friendships of either sex were kept under 
closer observation when there was an opportunity for 
"misbehaviour".

Unfortunately Trudy found that, having drunk from the 
well, so to speak, she tended to get awfully thirsty.  
Bea could fuck herself each and every night if she 
wanted; Trudy could only take herself in hand which, 
though satisfying, wasn't quite the same thing - it just 
wasn't satisfying enough.

That led them to some behaviour that was as unwise as it 
was daring.

---

It was warm enough for a picnic and a swim down at the 
lake - a popular spot - so, with a few parents as 
unofficial chaperones, a whole group of them, boys AND 
girls, headed off to meet there.

There was an assortment of wooden tables, but far fewer 
than they would need, so most ate their simple repasts 
sitting with their friends on rugs they had brought with 
them, leaving the tables for the parents and the 
occasional younger siblings.

With many of the boys wanting to play one sport or 
another, these rugs were spread around in a rough ring 
near the sparsely wooded surrounds.  The young people 
happily chatted, laughed and ate, all quite innocently.

Contact between the boys and the girls was restricted to 
a quick touch of hand on arm (or leg when they could 
manage it unseen); between the boys themselves it was 
more boisterous with no pun intended and the girls could 
make longer contact without it being thought strange.

They all wore casual weekend clothes, jeans for the boys 
and generally skirts and tops for the girls though some 
did wear light cotton dresses.  Though some wore their 
swimsuits under their clothes others took advantage of 
the roofless wooden change rooms built a suitable 
distance apart; the parents watching to see there were no 
peeping toms around.

Bea no longer felt comfortable in a bathing suit since it 
was impossible to hide the bulges made by her longer 
tail.  She wasn't alone in staying on shore though and 
no-one questioned her, or Trudy, when they said they 
COULDN'T go in rather than that they didn't want to.  The 
boys now knew enough female physiology to politely avoid 
asking WHY they couldn't.  That didn't mean their 
assumptions had to be correct.

The nine people sharing their rug had shrunk to just four 
with three heading for the water and two deciding to 
throw a ball around.  That left Doug, trying to appear 
nonchalant while glancing Trudy's way at least twice a 
minute and doing his best to be witty (generally 
succeeding when he didn't try TOO hard), and Adelle, 
another classmate and casual friend of the other girls.  
Allan had moved on to another girl on finding Bea had 
been reluctant to take things any further than a very 
occasional kiss; he had picnicked elsewhere.

Bea was sitting at an angle, legs chastely together and 
skirt to her knees with her forearm supporting her a 
little off the ground.  She knew Trudy was feeling horny 
("Who isn't!" she thought.) and had promised to try to do 
something about it.

Trudy was kneeling behind Bea, her knees resting against 
the back of the other girl's legs. They were all talking 
together while they provided an audience for the amateur 
sporting activities.  There was plenty to keep them 
amused and Bea was confident they would not notice her 
misbehaviour.

Trudy almost looked down when she felt a snake-like 
object slither past her kneecap.  Though she KNEW it was 
Bea it triggered a hazard reflex that was hard to ignore.

The tail was doubling itself across Bea's back as it slid 
backward from between her thighs and then out the top of 
her underwear.  Then it began to slide the other way and 
Trudy could feel in slipping under the edge of Bea's 
skirt and along the side of her thigh, hidden by Trudy's 
own skirt.  Trudy moved her knees a little further apart 
as the finger-like surface rubbed back and forth over her 
bare thigh and then caressed the front of her knickers.

Trudy wondered just how far Bea would go.  She doubted 
she would have dared suggest anything even this simple 
with others around.  What would happen if Bea gave Trudy 
an orgasm?  Would she be able to stop herself calling 
out?  She had visions of all eyes turned towards her as 
she lay shuddering before them.

"God!  Just the idea is making me wet!"

Bea teased her for a while, rubbing Trudy's pussy while 
they both managed to keep up their parts of the 
conversation.  In some respects Trudy had it easier since 
Bea was getting aroused without being able to touch 
herself; they were both getting wetter.

Bea made the tip thinner and wriggled it around the edge 
of Trudy's underwear where the doubled gusset was 
narrowest between her legs.  Once inside the garment she 
sought out the dampness that allowed her to manoeuvre 
more freely.

"Excuse me."

Trudy leaned over Bea and took half a boiled egg from the 
remainders of their meal.  It also allowed Bea to punch 
her way into the very wet vagina; Trudy needed no further 
foreplay!

She carefully sat back allowing Bea to turn her tail 
should the angle not be correct.  It would be just as 
hard to explain a scream of pain from Bea as a scream of 
pleasure from Trudy.  All was okay and Trudy sat back 
lightly on her heels so Bea had plenty of room to move 
without making contact with Trudy's skirt.

Trudy wanted to punch her friend for the torment she was 
going through.  To punch her, kiss her, lick her; to lie 
back and hold her tight while she was being fucked silly 
by the wonderful tail.

She wished she could go home right that minute!  Provided 
Bea came with her.  As she thought that, Trudy 
whimsically decided it didn't matter if Bea came before 
or even after her so long as she made Trudy come.

Trudy had recovered quickly from her deflowering and it 
was pleasure that she felt; pure pleasure mixed with the 
adrenalin rush of terror at her public situation.  She 
imagined what it would be like to sit on Doug's erection 
in public like this.  She knew THEY would never have been 
able to get away with it.

Doug caught her looking at his crotch and with a blush he 
became conscious of its growth in response.  "Damn!" he 
thought.

Trudy became aware of the movement and growing outline 
and looked up to see Doug watching her.  She blushed as 
he smiled and then couldn't help smiling back; her secret 
would undoubtedly make him envious and possibly jealous - 
she wondered how he would face up to the competition if 
he did ever find out about Bea.  She suddenly realised 
that the loss of face might cause him to turn nasty and 
it was then that she grasped the dangerous nature of 
their carnal play.

Bea felt her friend's muscles squeezing her as Trudy 
lifted herself to get yet another item from the large 
plate.  Trudy was wriggling a little like she needed Bea 
gone and Bea simply thought it was a matter of avoiding a 
public orgasm so she was unsurprised; she had been 
waiting for Trudy's signal even though they hadn't made 
any prior arrangements.

The tail slid out, giving Trudy's clit a final gentle 
prod before she was left to recover.  In addition to a 
pair of well-soaked panties, it also left a slimy trail 
down Bea's back and across her asshole before Bea decided 
SHE needed to feel filled for just a little while as 
well.  She bent her top leg just a little forward to give 
slightly more clearance and her own juices supplanted 
Trudy's coating as she pushed deep with a single thrust.

A sigh escaped her lips and the others turned to look at 
her.

"Isn't it such a lovely day."

Bea carefully settled herself on her knees and toes as 
Trudy had done and looked around to make sure no-one was 
paying them any "special" attention.  

It wasn't the first time she had taken the opportunity to 
fuck herself in public, though Trudy hadn't been aware of 
it on the other occasions.  Now she was conscious of the 
subtle signs that betrayed her friend's behaviour.  Bea 
knew how much she could take and pressed herself to the 
limits before she reluctantly withdrew and tucked her 
tail away in the front of her now equally wet knickers.

Doug, sitting next to her, found himself aroused without 
being aware her subtle perfume was impinging on his 
senses.  Of course Trudy got the benefit though her own 
more distant juices were having less effect.  Adelle, 
conscious of her own scent during times of arousal, 
sniffed quietly and looked back and forth at the other 
two.  They both seemed somewhat flushed but it was a warm 
day and they certainly hadn't been doing anything while 
they had sat there.

"Perhaps they both have the hots for Doug", she thought.  
"I've got to admit he is cute even if he hardly notices 
me."

Adelle's own pussy WASN'T about to flood.

"I have to disappear for a minute if you'll excuse me."  
Trudy started to rise.  "Anyone else coming?"

Doug knew the invitation wasn't directed at him.

"I will", answered Bea.  She rose, straightening her top 
over her skirt before standing.

"I'll stay with Doug", said Adelle and grinned when Trudy 
quickly looked at her.  Though SHE wasn't really 
interested, Adelle was just as happy as any of the others 
to tug the chain of one of their peers.  She didn't 
realise that Trudy's look was more of surprise that 
Adelle was interested than concern for a rival.

The two headed towards the girl's toilet block smiling as 
they went.

"You wicked bitch.  I can't believe you did that to me 
with the others there.  It was wonderful!"

Bea grinned.  Trudy had mumbled while facing the ground 
as she spoke in case anyone could read her lips.  She WAS 
going to tell Bea off when she got the chance but she 
also did adore the daring sexual contact.  She just 
wished she could get the pleasure without the risk.

They could see both sides of the toilet block as they 
approached and Trudy took a quick look around the end 
while Bea checked the cubicles.  It was all clear and 
Trudy pushed her back inside long enough to plunge her 
tongue towards Bea's tonsils.  Bea wrapped her arms 
around Trudy and returned the ardent kiss.  They knew 
they couldn't risk more than the one and Trudy HAD to 
warn Bea of her fears about Doug.  She released Bea, 
looking into her eyes with love in her heart and gave her 
another quick peck on the lips.  She stood back and they 
turned towards the aged mirror, mottled where the 
silvered backing had lifted with time and cracked across 
one corner where vandals had damaged it at some time in 
the past.

Should anyone come in they were innocently checking their 
appearances even though each looked directly into the 
reflection of the other's eyes.

"I love you and what you did but we have to be more 
careful.  Doug's interested in me, we know that; have you 
thought what he might say or do if he found out?"

Even there, whispering and knowing it would be a little 
while before anyone could come close enough to overhear 
them, Trudy omitted a final "about us".  Bea knew what 
she meant and it was safer without the words.  As friends 
they could have secrets but there should have been no 
"us".  Trudy was becoming aware that living a secret life 
with dire consequences if you were discovered did have a 
major down side.

"How has Bea coped all these years", she wondered with 
sincere admiration.

"I think I've probably run through most scenarios but I 
must admit I hadn't based them around his hurt feelings 
for you.  You are right there."

Trudy was remorseful when she thought of the stress that 
Bea must have faced daily, the anxiety wondering if that 
day would be the day when her world came tumbling down 
around her.  She now respected the trust Bea had shown in 
her; her reliance on Trudy's good will and sincerity.  
She would endeavour to support her; friendship and love 
had become stronger than mere lust.

Trudy briefly rested her hand on the back of Bea's; Bea 
spread and closed her fingers on Trudy's in 
acknowledgement and then they both turned to use the 
facilities.  It would be strange for them to need to go 
again a little while later.

-----

It was the first time they had seen themselves naked.

Bea's parents were headed away to a friend's wedding and 
Bea would be staying overnight a Trudy's house.  Trudy's 
younger brother was, in turn, sleeping over at another 
friend's house, happy to relinquish his bed for an 
opportunity for a little variation.

Trudy and Bea were disappointed not to be sharing a room 
and knew they wouldn't be able to do all they would have 
liked before "lights out"; it was just too risky.

But...

Bea's parents had left a 2 in the afternoon, dropping Bea 
and her overnight case at Trudy's and the girls, having 
waved goodbye, had then headed back on foot to Bea's now 
empty house.

Trudy's mother had simply told them to be back for dinner 
before 5:30 on the understanding they were going window 
shopping.

Since the shops were on the way this wasn't a lie and, if 
asked, they would truthfully say they went back to Bea's 
to pick up something she had "forgotten" to pack.

Bea let them in, trying hard not to look suspicious.  She 
deliberately did NOT look around to see if they were 
observed nor did she move the curtains.  It was safest to 
assume that you were being watched by SOME busybody and 
to try to look as uninteresting as possible.

She put on some music, a little loud which is what the 
neighbours would expect having seen her parents drive 
off.  They could testify that no boys had been around 
though.

Bea had left her bedroom curtains drawn so there would be 
no movement there and had secured the front door so no-
one could get in without her knowledge.  The last thing 
she wanted, or near to it, was her parents to turn up 
unexpectedly.

Pausing only to adjust her alarm so they would have time 
to get back to Trudy's house, Bea took her in her arms 
and they kissed.  They were getting better at it 
considering they had to practise on an available boy 
rather than together as they wished.

As they kissed they hurriedly worked on each other's 
clothing.  Of course they ended up having to undo the 
buttons on Trudy's cuffs AFTER the sleeves had been 
pulled down her arms and Bea's zipper jammed when Trudy 
tried to remove her skirt.

It felt strange to remove another girl's bra though Bea 
had been in Trudy's knickers often enough that their 
removal was special only in the revelation of the curls 
Bea had hitherto only stroked with her unusual appendage.

Trudy made Bea pirouette slowly with her tail raised in 
full splendour.  Other than that it matched the pale 
pinkness of Bea's untanned skin rather than having a 
coating of lush fur, it DID resemble the prehensile tail 
of a monkey.  It also, probably BECAUSE of its baldness, 
had a resemblance to the single photograph of a penis 
that Trudy had seen in a medical textbook she wasn't 
supposed to have touched.

"Can I watch you fucking yourself?"

Trudy wanted to feel it inside - so very much - but was 
intrigued what it looked like and whether Bea did 
anything differently when she buried the tail in her own 
body than when she buried it in Trudy's.  Her curiosity 
got the better of her carnal desires.

Bea didn't mind.  She usually had to wait until after she 
had given Trudy an orgasm before she could feel her tail 
deep inside.  She didn't mind in the least.

Had they only just started making love together Bea might 
have felt more self-conscious about masturbating in front 
of Trudy.  Now that their feelings had grown to a mutual 
love it felt a natural progression from their other 
activities.

Bea carefully folded down the covers on her bed and 
reclined with legs apart and her tail vertical like an 
enormous erection.

"I bet the boys wished THEY were built like that", 
laughed Trudy.  She reached out a hand and wrapped her 
fingers in a tube around the end before beginning to 
simulate a hand job.

"That's nice" said Bea and she reached for her nipples, a 
little trick she had learned from the girl sitting beside 
her.

Bea's tail, or at least the tip of it, was as sensitive 
to an erotic caress as her breasts or perhaps even a 
penis.  Since it is a subjective matter differing between 
people it would have been impossible to say.  It did give 
her pleasure and made fucking herself doubly delightful 
though by itself it hadn't been the source of an orgasm.

Trudy worked her hand back and forth, being careful not 
to grip too tightly since the tail didn't have a penis' 
looser skin which could absorb some of the friction of a 
firmly grasped hand.  Both girls were ignorant of that 
feature of the male anatomy and it looked as though they 
might now remain that way.

Had Trudy been serious about Doug she could have gone 
step by step through covered contact to skin on skin and 
possibly to orgasm and then ultimately penetration.  None 
would have been acceptable to her parents and she did not 
want to risk being tied to him now her heart was headed 
in Bea's direction.  Her head kept wondering what would 
eventually happen but her heart kept over-ruling it.

Bea's hand on hers caused Trudy to stop.

"Would you hold my lips open please?"

Bea had done it herself on frequent occasions in the past 
but she had also spent far more time pleasuring Trudy 
than vice versa.  It wasn't selfishness so much as a 
desire to feel the other's touch on her body; a wish that 
Trudy too had such a wonderful asset so they could 
simultaneously fuck, driving each other wild.

Trudy carefully eased the fur-covered fleshy lips apart 
and, holding them in place, used another pair of fingers 
to tease out the creased thinner lips so the bumpy pink 
crevasse was revealed.  Since Trudy couldn't see her own 
- even a mirror could not be easily placed to show a good 
view - it was the first time she had view actual 
genitalia, female OR male.  She was fascinated, and 
remained so as the fleshy tail curved over to dip 
delicately into the crevasse.

Trudy was used to imagining or feeling the tail lying 
horizontally, its length sliding back and forth over her, 
or Bea's, furrow.  Now Bea used it like an old pen, the 
nib dipped in the ink then touched to the page so the ink 
could cover it as the author inscribed a message of love.

It wriggled, bending back and forth as Trudy's finger was 
similarly used to stimulate her own clit.  She saw Bea 
responding to her tail's touch and then it obviously 
became ... perhaps enough rather than too much.

Bea changed tactics.  The sausage-like appendage now DID 
slide along the furrow, more savagely rubbing than 
before.  Once.  Twice.  Picking up a thicker coating each 
time.

Then it lifted from Bea's body and formed a rounded arch; 
it plunged into the opening Trudy had peered intently at 
before and she watched as it eased out and then thrust 
deep.  Once again; once, twice and then so deep that it 
could go no further.

"Please rub me now."

Trudy looked at her lover's face.  There was a look of 
pleading; a happiness that needed just a little more.  
Bea's small body lay beside her, the breasts being teased 
and the adult pussy with its ample thatch showing she was 
not a little girl but instead a young woman who obviously 
had a woman's passion.  Trudy knelt by the side of the 
bed so she could kiss Bea while at the same time obeying 
her instruction.

Trudy wet her fingers against the side of the object 
filling Bea's vagina and then found her friend's clit.  
She used the same gentle touch she favoured herself 
until, that is, Bea was worked up enough to need a firmer 
contact.

Bea soon needed precisely that sort of touch and her hips 
lifted up to press harder against Trudy's hand.

Trudy responded and pressed her lips to Bea's at the same 
time.  They kissed through Bea's orgasm; Trudy barely 
escaped with her tongue intact.  She relinquished her 
spot at Bea's clit to firstly hold her hand and then, 
when Bea slipped the hand out from under and held Trudy's 
instead, to hold the other girl's bare breast.

Their kisses calmed them as Bea recovered and Trudy 
eagerly anticipated her own release.

Bea rolled over on the narrow bed and Trudy joined her 
again.  The tail once again made a long curve suspended 
in mid-air over Bea's back as she rested on her stomach.  
Tracy reached out to touch it but Bea was watching and 
moved it out the way just as her hand was closing around 
it.  Tracy tried again and it moved away just in time.  
Bea was being playful and Trudy was learning yet again 
how versatile the tail actually was.

It caressed Trudy's cheek and was sweeping over to rub 
the other when Trudy managed to fence it in between her 
hands.  The tip of the tail ended up trapped in front of 
Trudy's face and she made a mock bite at it.  It was like 
sucking on a sausage.  A warm one with the most delicious 
flavour.  Trudy had expected a neutral taste, as when one 
bites a finger; this was divine.

It took her a few seconds to make the connection; she 
hadn't even licked her own fingers during or after 
masturbation.  She hadn't thought that something that 
smelled so sweet would taste the same; you didn't 
associate mouths and genitals, at least not in her little 
community.

"Have you ever tasted your tail after you've been 
fucking?"

"It doesn't quite reach.  Why?"

Trudy thought.  If the tail didn't reach she would need 
something else.  She slid her hand between Bea's thighs 
and found the entrance, still wet, with her outstretched 
thumb.  A little wriggle and she was in.  A further 
wriggle and she was coated.

"Try this."

Bea accepted the offered digit, closing her lips around 
the base and using them to scrape the juices off.  She 
did it without thought, trusting Trudy implicitly.

She was right to.  The taste WAS superb.

"That was ME!" she thought.  And of course that raised 
the question as to what Trudy tasted like.

She had liked the way Trudy had sucked on her tail.  
Trudy had as well; it was not unlike the touch of tongue 
to nipple but the meatier tail had a more obvious 
presence in one's mouth.

"Lie back", Bea commanded and Trudy hastened to comply, 
unashamedly opening herself without a second thought.

Bea opened up Trudy's petals using only her tail; she 
could have copied Trudy and used her own thumb but, if 
she had been asked, she would have admitted Trudy's 
vagina felt much nicer in contact with her tail than her 
hand.

She kept it stretched thin as she slipped it inside long 
enough to collect a good coating.  Trudy felt it slip 
out, leaving her empty again.  She watched as it moved 
across Bea's body so the other girl could transfer the 
juices from the glistening surface to her encircling 
finger and thumb.

Her eyes followed the slow movement of the wet fingers 
towards Bea's mouth.  Bea watched the stare with 
interest; Trudy seemed to be holding her breath!  Was the 
sight THAT intriguing or was Trudy simply anxious that 
Bea appreciate the flavour?

Trudy did notice the firm thrust that filled her at the 
same time as Bea's digits disappeared but her attention 
was fixed on Bea's expression.  When Bea smiled Trudy 
repeated the expression.

The probing tip writhed inside her, churning up her 
emotions before being withdrawn again.  This time Bea 
made the damp firmness pass over Trudy's nipple, the 
briefest interruption on its way to Trudy's mouth.  It 
was Bea's turn to breathlessly watch and then to match 
Trudy's smile.

Trudy licked the juices clean and then alternately sucked 
and blew a length of tail in and out between her lips, 
her tongue working overtime to caress as much of the 
smooth surface as possible.  It felt so nice to Bea.

Bea reclaimed her tail and climbed up onto Trudy, sitting 
lightly on her abdomen.  She flicked her tail behind her, 
cracking the whip without a supersonic snap, stretching 
in much the same way one stretched arms, legs and back 
after sitting bunched up for a while.  She knew Trudy 
would be as appreciative of a vigorous fucking as she was 
herself and make sure she could maintain the required 
pace.

As Bea sat over her Trudy reached up and pressed her 
thumbs against Bea's firm nipples.  Feeling Bea's tail 
smoothly sliding back into her body she rotated both 
thumbs, massaging the firm breast tissue hidden behind 
the prominences.  It felt so nice that Bea copied her.

Though their arms got a little tangled, Bea had no such 
trouble working up her speed as she fucked the girl lying 
under her.  She would take an occasional break to slide a 
slippery trail over the surface of Trudy's pussy - 
changing and thereby resting the muscles involved in 
moving her tail.  Trudy was unable to resist her touch 
and moved her hands behind Bea's back.  Trudy pulled Bea 
forward and she had to move her own hands out the way as 
Trudy drew her closer for a kiss.

Their breasts pressed tightly as their tongues twisted 
together.  Bea delved deeply, spreading the tip to hold 
herself in place, and then sent the upper part of her 
tail sideways back and forth across the sensitive 
surface.

Her tail was tightly curved and each sideways movement 
was felt by both of them deep inside Trudy's vagina.  
Trudy's grip tightened and her body shook underneath 
Bea's.  She thought it must have been the best ever, and 
doubted if she could take it if it ever got any better.

Bea relaxed and then carefully withdrew.  They rested.

---

Trudy didn't really want another orgasm, not right then, 
but she DID want to try something and she didn't think 
they would have as good an opportunity for some time.

"Would you lie on your back please?"

They kissed again and Bea rolled over.  Trudy peeled back 
the blanket they had pulled over themselves and 
positioned her face over Bea's pussy; the tail 
protectively barred her access.

"Can you move that for now please?"

She watched as Bea straightened it, letting it unroll 
from the base to the tip.  It ended up past her knees.

The way was open and Trudy nudged Bea's legs wider so she 
could rest her cheek against a soft warm thigh.  She 
inhaled the sweet scent; it was every bit as nice as the 
earlier taste had been.  Cautiously, in case Bea 
objected, she leaned closer and kissed the equally soft 
surface.  The sparse hairs tickled her nose and she 
pressed that against Bea's flesh to overcome the urge to 
sneeze.

Her nose parted Bea's nether lips, dipping into the 
lubricating pool.  The scent of her arousal was strong in 
Trudy's nostrils.  The taste was soon all over her 
tongue.

Bea so loved the feeling of Trudy's tongue pushing into 
her vagina.  It went nowhere near as deeply as her own 
unique tail could but it was someone else diving into her 
and that brought with it an uncertainty of action that 
made the sensations all the more delicious.

Trudy then moved her mouth slightly.  Up until then her 
chin had rested on the other girl's pubes.  Now it was 
closer to her navel and the teasing tongue could access 
the length of Bea's pussy from the tip of her sensitive 
clit through to the fleshy perineum demarking the genital 
and the anal regions.

As Trudy worked her way around Bea's pussy, using her 
mouth to perform the actions she normally made with her 
fingers, she swallowed the copious juices.  She did not 
realise initially what was stroking her head but then 
realised Bea's tail was gently caressing her.  It spurred 
her on to know Bea appreciated her performance.

Bea did, and wanted to return the favour as well as 
experiencing cunnilingus (a term unknown by both of them) 
as the active rather than the passive participant.  
Letting Trudy continue with her delightful technique she 
pulled at Trudy's leg until the other girl straddled her.

Trudy's weight pressed Bea into her mattress, a 
comforting confinement.  She had to pull Trudy's hips to 
get her to shift back and Trudy responded by kneeling so 
her pussy was suspended over Bea's face.  Bea's mouth 
made contact and she French kissed Trudy's pussy with all 
the enthusiasm she used when kissing her mouth.

Trudy soon understood why Bea had been caressing her; the 
feel of a soft, moist tongue against one's pussy is 
different from that of a finger (one's own or a friend's) 
and different again from the probing tail.  It was easier 
for them to come again and far harder to keep up their 
side of the deal as the other person gave them pleasure.

They took turns stimulating each other, one starting to 
lick and suck as the other got them close to orgasm.  
This swung the pendulum back in the other direction and 
they were able to calm down while their partner 
"suffered".

Unlike a real pendulum, the swings began to change to 
shorter and shorter intervals until both young women were 
doing their hardest to translate the pleasure they were 
feeling into pleasure for the other.  Each screamed 
against the other's pussy, burying the sounds against the 
damp lips that smothered both mouth and nose.  The 
screams changed to joyous laughter; release and relief 
and a new knowledge of a pleasure they had not been aware 
of.

They wondered individually, and later discussed the topic 
together as they walked to Trudy's house - could they 
somehow let their peers in on the pleasures to be had 
WITHOUT them finding out, or even suspecting, that the 
two of them had been the discoverers rather than the mere 
bearers of the news?

Trudy rolled off and then crawled back beside her lover, 
pulling the covers with her.  Their mouths met yet again, 
lips, chins and cheeks coated with the other's slime.  It 
was a joyous meeting, saddened only by their mutual 
knowledge that they would soon have to get up, clean the 
scent from themselves and dress.  They would much rather 
have remained together there, coated in the stink of 
their sexual escapades, to finally sleep in each other's 
arms.

To do so would have cause an avalanche of consequences 
that would have, in the very least, seen them torn apart, 
not bodily but from one whose heart was now shared.  They 
regretfully rose, hugged again and set about their 
ablutions.

Trudy knew that she was going to be so horny by the time 
that they could next arrange an assignation that she 
might have to let Doug do something about it even though 
it was Bea that she loved.  No!  That wouldn't be 
necessary; they would find SOME way!  It was a pity they 
still had to finish High School.  If they could go away 
to college together it would be natural for two home town 
girls to become roommates.

Trudy suggested it to Bea.  They smiled.  With such a 
goal they would have a special incentive to spend their 
remaining time in studious application.  Who knew, their 
parents' willingness to let them work together might 
allow them more opportunities if they could only show it 
was effectiveness; none of them would object to the two 
girls concentrating on school work rather than boys.  It 
also gave them an impetus to look at what courses were 
being offered where so they could find something suitable 
for both of them.

It had always seemed the ideal dream to end up marrying 
one's High School sweetheart; marriage might be difficult 
though an equivalent unofficial commitment could be 
expressed.  It was just that neither had ever thought of 
that sweetheart as having the same sex.

"Ready?"

They looked each other over, checking for anything 
untoward.  Each felt the other was glowing and worried 
their recent behaviour would be obvious to everyone they 
met.

Bea turned off the music and picked up the item she had 
"forgotten".  She couldn't help herself and swung her 
arms around the other girl's neck.  She looked up into 
Trudy's eyes and spoke before seeking her lips.

"I love you Trudy.  Truly!"

When their faces parted Trudy responded.

"And I love you.  With all my heart and for all my life."

There lips met once more, a gentle kiss since they would 
have to run if they delayed much longer.

"Come on!"

Bea opened the door and ushered her girlfriend, lover 
and, who knew perhaps even eventually life-mate, through 
ahead of her, giving her ass a mischievous whack as she 
passed.  They laughed briefly, happy to be alive and 
together and knowing that the nosey neighbours would not 
find that strange behaviour in innocent girls who were 
becoming women.

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At this stage I do not intend continuing this particular 
storyline though there are a few possibilities that might 
bring me back.