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Carrie's Seduction (FF)
by Randi Reynolds
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"Do you have your sunblock, Carrie?" asked her
mom. She worried about Carrie's fair skin, and Carrie's
new, first time two-piece swimsuit was an invitation to
solar disaster. But she sure looks cute, she said to
herself, as ten-year-old Carrie promptly displayed the
bottle of sunblock.
"Lisa, make sure Carrie uses it. And don't let
her stay in the sun without it. Okay, towels, cooler,
beach blanket...do you have every thing?"
"Yes, ma'am." Lisa, Carrie's favorite baby-
sitter, nodded solemnly and shut the hatch on the
Suburban. Lisa had been planning this beach trip for a
long time, and had carefully thought ahead.
"Well, shall we, then?" said Carrie's mom with a
bright smile. The two girls scrambled into the cab of
the truck amid laughter and excited whispers. This was
their first trip to the beach together, without an adult
in tow, and they were duly excited.
Carrie's mom was a bit nervous, but she trusted
Lisa, who was mature beyond her sixteen years. Lisa was
right, she thought. I can use a Saturday by myself, and
Carrie really does love the beach. Glancing at the two
girls beside her, hand in hand with their faces pressed
to the window, she dismissed her lingering doubts as so
much maternal instinct. "Green is your color, Carrie,"
she said to her daughter, finally shaking her motherly
paranoia. "Do you like her new swim suit as much as she
does, Lisa?"
Lisa glanced at Carrie's lithe form next to her.
Under her wrap, Carrie's small body was clad in a demure
green two-piece. The bra fitted closely across Carrie's
chest, the thin lycra hinting at the soft curves that it
concealed. The suit bottom clung to the tops of
Carrie's thighs, and the waistband circled her torso
five centimeters below her navel. The crotch billowed
softly, suggesting only a soft outline of Carrie's mons
hidden beneath it.
"Yes, ma'am," came the careful reply. "I think
this two-piece is perfect for her." Lisa had bought it
for Carrie, her ulterior motives delicately hidden under
the shy smile that accompanied the gift when Lisa
presented it to Carrie as a token of friendship. "She
is so pretty. I think she was born to wear green." Lisa
hugged Carrie, reaching across her shoulders with her
left hand and sliding her right hand beneath Carrie's
wrap to briefly caress Carrie's mons through her swim
suit, then quickly moving it upwards to tickle Carrie's
nearly oval tummy. Carrie, ticklish to the end, but
enjoying the physical attention from her friend, giggled
happily and leaned across the big bench seat to wrap her
arms around her mom's waist. "It's the best swimsuit
I've ever had."
* * *
Lisa contemplated her plans during the rest of the
trip to thebeach. Being a normal sixteen year old girl,
she was naturallycurious about her own sexuality, and
had experimented with sex with the neighborhood boys
since she was Carrie's age. But the erotic excitement
she felt every time she made it with a boy had
plateaued, and she couldn't recapture the tingly
excitement that she had first felt all those years
before. But Carrie had changed that. Not concerned
about labels like "lesbian" or "dyke", she was only
mildly surprised that this little girl next to her in
the truck had rekindled those early sexual fires. Just
looking at her sitting next to her made her vagina
tingle and her nipples harden.
Closing her eyes and crossing her legs tightly,
she remembered back to the first time she baby-sitted
Carrie, and the first time she ever touched her. Lisa
was getting Carrie ready for bed, helping Carrie out of
her jumper and into her cute little-girl nightie. Both
girls were on Carrie's bed, with Lisa sitting behind a
kneeling Carrie. Lisa had pulled the bottoms of
Carrie's nightie up over her not-quite non-existent
hips, and had reached around her young friend to turn
her to face her. The tips of her fingers had momentarily
brushed Carrie's mons, and then lingered there. Lisa
could see the outline of Carrie's pudenda against the
silk cloth at her crotch, and could feel the swell of
Carrie's labia against her finger tips.
As she slid her hand up across Carrie's stomach to
reach for the tie strings of the nightie's top, she felt
a familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach. She had
felt this the first time a boy had slid his fingers
under the waistband of her panties and gently rubbed her
then ten-year-old mons.
Surprised, but excited, Lisa took her time tying
the strings of the top. She enjoyed the feel of
Carrie's nipples through the silk of the nightie's top
as she pretended to drop the strings and then slid her
hands across Carrie's chest in several vain attempts to
retrieve the ties. With each stolen caress, Lisa's
excitement grew. This is what she wanted to recapture,
this breathless, tingly feeling washing up from her
vagina and rippling through her body to the tips of her
nipples.
Lisa was startled out of her reverie as Carrie's
mother hit the speed bumps in the parking lot at the
beach. She shuddered slightly, and smiled at the damp
feeling between her legs. Feeling her shiver, Carrie
said, "Are you cold, Lisa? It's a really warm day...?"
Recovering her composure, Lisa laughed and said no, she
was just thinking about how much fun they were going to
have together today. As Carrie's mother paid the lot
attendant, Lisa put her hand on Carrie's thigh, snugging
the edge of her hand up against Carrie's mons, her
little finger nestled between Carrie's labia. She
rested it there, concentrating on the tingle rising from
her own crotch until Carrie's mother was finished with
the attendant. As Carrie's mom put the Suburban into
gear and moved forward, Lisa briefly cupped Carrie's
pudenda in her palm, then slid it up her pelvis to her
bare tummy and tickled her. Oblivious to the intimate
caress, Carrie squealed with delight at Lisa's light-
fingered touch on her stomach.
Carrie's mother drove to the beach side of the
parking lot and parked the Suburban. "Okay,
girls...let's unload." Both girls clambered out of the
cab of the truck and ran to the rear. Carrie's mother
opened the rear hatch and climbed into the cargo
compartment to retrieve their beach gear. In a few
minutes the girls were ready to hit the beach. "Now
Lisa, you don't have to baby-sit Carrie tonight if you
have other plans. This is nice of you to watch Carrie
for me today, and I can always get Alyx or Janine to
watch Carrie tonight...."
"Oh, mommy, please can it be Lisa? Please? Alyx
makes me watch her stupid TV shows, and Janine is always
too busy with homework to play with me!" Lisa smiled
inwardly; she had figured she'd have to volunteer her
services as baby-sitter this evening in order to
consummate her seduction of Carrie.
"Well, it's up to Lisa. If she wants to, then
it's all right with me...Lisa?" Lisa glanced quickly at
the pleading expression on Carrie's angelic little face,
and nodded her assent. "Okay, then. I'll pick you
girls up at five o'clock sharp right here. Be good and
have fun." Carrie's mom climbed back into the Suburban
and waved at the two children as she turned the truck
around and headed back out towards the highway.
The two girls turned and headed towards the sound
of surf and the beach. As soon as they reached the
sand, Carrie dropped her gear and made a headlong dash
for the waveline. Lisa laughed and recovered Carrie's
abandoned beach bag. Needing a little privacy for stage
one of her seduction, she walked across the sand towards
a small spit of land. The spit was partially screened
from the rest of the beach by some scree and some gently
rolling dunes in the backbeach. Perfect, she thought.
If we are both lying down, nobody can see us, yet I can
see over the rocks and the berm when I want to.
Lisa spread both towels out in a hollow between
two rocks, and set up the beach umbrella to screen them
from the sight of anybody moving along the path at the
top of the backbeach. Lisa felt the tingle beginning
again, and softly caressed herself through her swimsuit.
After a few minutes of self-indulgent touching, she
pulled herself together with a firm, "Later!" and went
back to the public area to find Carrie. But first, she
stepped down to the waterline and submerged herself to
her breasts. She climbed out, knowing that the damp
spot on her crotch was now effectively unnoticeable.
As soon as Carrie spotted Lisa, she came running
out of the water. God, she is so pretty, thought Lisa,
as the child ran across the sand. Carrie gave Lisa a
wet hug, and Lisa allowed her hand to slide down
Carrie's back to the curve of her little bottom, and
then briefly trailed her finger in the crack between the
cheeks of her tight little derriere. "Okay, young lady,
remember the sunblock. Come on, the stuff's over
there."
"Piggy back!" Without waiting for an answer,
Carrie leaped onto Lisa's back, flinging her arms around
Lisa's neck and wrapping her legs around Lisa's waist.
"Hey, you're choking me!" laughed Lisa. "Here,
put them under my arms and around my chest. There.
That's better." Lisa held Carrie's knees in the crook
of her elbows, and began to walk towards where she'd
left their gear. As they moved, the heel of Carrie's
left foot pounded rhythmically against Lisa's pudenda
with every step she took. Ohh, that feels good, she
said to her self. It was only about fifty yards to
their spot in the rocks, but by the time they got there,
Lisa was becoming thoroughly aroused. But wait, she
told herself, wait just a little while longer.
"Okay, young lady, it is sunblock time." Lisa
poured a generous dab of sunblock into her hands. With
a fiendish grin at her little friend, she slowly rubbed
the sunblock into her palms, and said, "I hope you are
not ticklish!" Lisa giggled, then feigned terror,
swinging her hands to cover her eyes. "Now, don't
worry, Carrie, I'll be gentle."
"Oh, I know you will. It's okay. Here, I'm
ready." With that, Carrie presented herself in front of
Lisa, arms out and legs spread. A bit startled, Lisa
was momentarily at a loss. Need to get her to lie down
out of sight, she thought, 'cause this won't work. Lisa
quickly sat down on one of the towels, and said, "Hey,
sweetheart, I'm tired from carrying you. Would you lie
down on your towel, so I don't have to stand up?" The
little girl nodded cheerfully, and joined her friend on
the towel. "Which side first, Carrie? Front or back?"
Without replying, Carrie lay down on her stomach
and closed her eyes. "Okay, back it is. Now be still."
>From her sitting position next to the little girl, Lisa
leaned across her body and gently spread Carrie's legs
far enough apart to reveal the crotch panel of Carrie's
swimsuit bottom. Lisa was slightly disappointed that
the bottoms had slipped down too far to delineate her
vulva, but she decided she could rearrange the swimsuit
later. She wanted Carrie's suit to be fairly tight
against Carrie's mons when she was ready to move to
stage two of her planned seduction. She knew how
excited her own panties made her when she wore a size
too small, and she figured Carrie would appreciate the
same sensations without being too suspicious. Moving to
a kneeling position between Carrie's legs, she said,
"All right, it might be a little cold at first, but
it'll warm up."
Hardly able to control herself, Lisa started with
Carrie's small feet. Bending each leg at the knee to
bring Carrie's feet to chest level on either side of
her, Lisa massaged the sunblock into the soles of
Carrie's feet. Lisa kept her eyes planted on Carrie's
crotch as she slowly rubbed her feet. Need to rearrange
that suit bottom, and soon, Lisa said to herself. She
added sunblock to her hands, and slid her hands up to
Carrie's calves. Alternately squeezing the little
girl's legs and gliding her finger tips along them, Lisa
gently massaged the sunblock into Carrie's fair skin.
Lisa continued to eye Carrie's crotch, tantalized
by the thought of what lay concealed behind the slightly
billowing material. With a quick inspiration, Lisa
stopped her ministrations, which had reached the little
girl's lower thighs, and said, "Honey, can you reach the
cooler? I need a little water."
Carrie levered herself up on one arm and reached
into the cooler for a bottle of water. "Here, I'll open
it for you." Carrie quickly twisted the cap off and
reached behind her to hand it to Lisa. Lisa took a
quick drink and then exclaimed, "Hey watch it, it
slipped!". She dropped the bottle precisely between
Carrie's thighs about six centimeters from her crotch,
and was rewarded with a squeal from Carrie as the ice
cold water spouted out of the bottle and across Carrie's
back.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Here, let me dry
you off." Before Carrie could roll away, Lisa had a
towel and was blotting the water off Carrie's back. As
she toweled her back, Lisa used the towel to catch the
waistband of the swimsuit, carrying the suit much higher
up the little girl's hips.
"Ooo, get my front too, Lisa. It's cold!" Carrie
pushed herself to her knees, and Lisa obligingly toweled
Carrie's tummy, making certain to catch the waistband of
Carrie's suit bottoms with the towel. When Carrie
finally relaxed and was prone again, Lisa evaluated the
results of her little subterfuge. She was delighted to
see that the crotch panel of the suit was now pressed
tightly against Carrie's pudenda. Carrie's labia gently
swelled against the material, their soft curves revealed
to Lisa's eager eyes.
Lisa reluctantly took her eyes off her little
friend's semi-exposed vulva, and glanced over the rocks
and dunes at the rest of the beach. The coast is clear,
she thought, and realized exactly where that hackneyed
phrase originated. She wanted no interruptions for the
next step in her plan. Returning to a cross-legged
position between Carrie's legs, she gently lifted the
little girl's knees onto her own. Carrie was face down
in front of her, her hips and thighs raised slightly off
the towel. Lisa was rewarded with the sight of Carrie's
entire pubis, her vulva straining against the green
crotch panel, the material sagging slightly into the
narrow valley between her labia, the soft round humps of
her cute little bottom stretching the suit's material.
Okay, here we go, Lisa, she said to herself. We
want to excite her without scaring her. Got to be
careful. Gently, Lisa placed her hands around the back
of Carrie's left thigh, the index finger of her right
hand just millimeters from the gentle curves of Carrie's
labia. Lisa massaged the sunblock into Carrie's thigh
for nearly a minute. Just a few more seconds, and then
I'll do it. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Lisa
slowly, and ever so gently, brought the back of her
right index finger into contact with the material
stretched across Carrie's labia. Curling her finger
slightly, Lisa applied a gentle pressure to her knuckle
and continued massaging Carrie's thigh. Her knuckle
stroked against Carrie's vulva, as Carrie continued to
lay motionless under Lisa's hands. Lisa was nearly
beside herself, but anxiously watched her young friend's
face for a reaction. Carrie remained oblivious to
Lisa's gentle finger.
Hmm, she must be used to it, Lisa mused. It must
be all those quick touches I stole since that first
night in her bedroom. She probably doesn't feel
threatened by it, because I've touched her there before
without really penetrating her. Reassured, Lisa
carefully switched legs, gently substituting her left
index finger for the right. Lisa brought her right
finger to her mouth and slowly tasted it. There was a
faint saltiness, and she detected the merest hint of
Carrie's little-girl musk. Lisa finished applying the
sunblock to Carrie's legs, rolling over the prone little
girl, coming to a kneeling position at her side.
"Okay, let's do your arms now, honey." Lisa
raised the little girl's arms one at a time, and coated
them thoroughly with the sunblock. Lisa was still
mesmerized by the sensations in her fingers as they'd
slowly traveled up and down the crotch of Carrie's swim
suit, the gentle swells of Carrie's vulva and the curves
of her labia gliding by underneath her touch.
Carrie's plaintive "Isn't that enough on my arms,
Lisa?" brought Lisa back to earth.
"Right. Sorry, I was lost in thought. Let's get
your back."
"I'll bet you were thinking about boys," Carrie
said mischievously. "Were you thinking about your
boyfriend?"
"No, I was not thinking about my boyfriend.
Actually, I was thinking about a girl."
"Who?"
"Oh, somebody you might know. I'll tell you who
later. Okay, little nosy one?"
Carrie nodded and laid her head back down on the
towel. Lisa noticed that Carrie's legs were still
spread, and continued with her gentle seduction. Lisa
dribbled sunblock onto Carrie's back, drawing a thin
line down the length of her spine. With her left hand
she began to gently massage the skin between Carrie's
shoulder blades. Carrie squirmed as the cool sunblock
touched her skin. Lisa boldly cupped Carries bottom
with her right hand, the middle finger searching for and
finding her labia and gently, briefly, pressing between
them. "Hold still, so I can spread this stuff evenly,"
she said to distract Carrie as she slid her finger along
the length of her vulva. As she removed her hand from
Carrie's crotch, she gave her a light slap on her bottom
and said, "There, we're almost done. Good girl. Now,
roll over and I'll do your front."
Carrie quickly rolled over on to her back, and
Lisa returned to her position between the little girl's
legs. Lisa reached behind her and quickly applied the
sunblock to Carrie's feet and legs. Deciding that she
may be giving too much attention to Carrie's vulva, she
completed applying the sunblock to Carrie's legs without
coming near her genitalia. She treated herself to a
long, lingering look at Carrie's deliciously displayed
pudenda, clearly outlined against the thin lycra of
Carrie's suit bottom. Time to go upstairs, Lisa told
herself, anticipating with pleasure the next phase of
her plan.
"You know, Carrie, there's one thing about two-
piece swimsuits. They make really noticeable tanlines.
That's why I don't wear them. But if you want to avoid
them, you just need to take your top off for a little
each day, so that you tan evenly all over."
"Take my top off? Now...in public?" The little girl
was obviously very reluctant to do so, and in all
honesty, Lisa couldn't blame her. "What if somebody
sees me, Lisa? and tells my mom? I'll get a spanking
for sure...." How do I reassure her? pondered Lisa,
and decided to rely on Carrie's instinctive innocence.
"Well, here, if you lie down, nobody can see you
but me. I'll take your top off while you are lying
down, and you can slip it back on whenever you want to."
Lisa watched the little girl gather her confidence, and
sighed with delight as Carrie gave in to her gentle
urging. Lying back with hands crossed under her head,
Carrie nodded once, but looked decidedly apprehensive.
Lisa quickly straddled the little girl's torso,
her mons resting just a few centimeters above Carrie's.
"It's okay, sweetheart, really. Just relax."
Reassured, but still a little tense, Carrie closed her
eyes and waited for Lisa to begin.
Sensing Carrie's tenseness, she marshaled her
self-control and resisted the impulse to immediately
remove Carrie's swimsuit top. Gotta go real slow here,
she counseled herself. Lisa poured sunblock into her
hands and rubbed them together. Realizing that Carrie
probably wouldn't notice, Lisa slid the crotch of her
suit to the side and lowered her exposed vulva gently
against Carrie's crotch. The touch of her bare labia
against the little girl's swimsuit-clad mons sent a
major wave gushing through Lisa's body. It started at
her clitoris, and washed all the way through her to her
breasts. Oh, I'm in heaven, thought Lisa, as she felt
her nipples come erect against her swimsuit. Tweaking
each one quickly, and shivering at the sensation, she
began to rub the sunblock onto Carrie's bare tummy.
Lisa spread the sunblock quickly, massaging it
gently into the little girl's tummy. She lingered over
Carrie's little navel, rimming it softly with the tip of
her thumb, reminded of another small opening in Carrie's
anatomy that her fingers had flirted with only a few
minutes before.
"Ooooo, that tickles a little, Lisa." Carrie's
body spasmed involuntarily as Lisa's fingers probed her
navel, and Lisa gasped with surprise and pleasure as
Carrie arched her back, forcing her pelvis up against
Lisa's. Carrie's mons softly thrust against hers,
sending a ripple of pure pleasure through Lisa's body.
Oh boy, I don't know if I can stay in control,
Lisa pondered, after the electric tingles stopped
coursing through her body. Time to take my mind of my
crotch, and get back to business, she told herself
firmly. I'm trying to seduce her, not vice versa!
"Carrie, honey, I'm going to take your top off,
now. Is that okay with you?" Carrie opened her eyes,
and nodded her head slowly.
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"Are we alone, Lisa?"
"Yes, Carrie. Ready?"
"Okay."
Leaning forward, Lisa quickly unsnapped the front
closure of the top. She'd hit three stores in the mall
before she'd found a two piece suit in green with a
front closure on the top. She congratulated herself on
her patience as she pushed the now-separated cups to
each side, revealing the softly swelling mounds they'd
been concealing. "Now, since you want to tan there, we
shouldn't use sunblock. Hang on while I get some baby
oil." Lisa leaned to the side and retrieved a small
bottle out of her beach bag. As she leaned over, she
felt her very wet vagina relax, and her labia part to
partially admit the tip of Carrie's pubis into her
vagina. Oh, I can't stand much more of this, she
thought in panic, as her clitoris came into contact with
the little girl's pudenda. Carry quickly slid herself
free of Carrie, but not before sliding down the length
of Carrie's pubis, letting the lycra crotch panel of
Carrie's swimsuit tease her clitoris.
Lisa reached down to her crotch, resisting the
impulse to plunge her fingers deep into her vagina, and
adjusted the crotch of her swim suit to cover herself.
Turning to Carrie, she said softly, "I'm going to have
to really rub this in, so if I tickle you, I'm sorry.
I'll try not to."
Starting at the base of her little-girl breasts,
Lisa coated them with the baby oil. She caressed them
slowly, savoring their resilience, measuring their size
with spread fingers. Carrie's breasts were the size of
small limes, little more than minimal convexities on the
planar surface of her chest, but to Lisa, they were the
softest, roundest, most deliciously curved objects she'd
ever felt. And her nipples! Lisa took each nipple and
rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers. Over
and over she gently tugged and pulled them, her oil-
slick fingers sliding off them, only to recapture them
and gently pinch them again and again. Very quickly,
Carrie's nipples came erect, and Lisa thrilled to their
stiffness as she gently caressed them with her palms.
Lisa knew that Carrie was aroused now. But would
the little girl become afraid of the sensations flowing
through her ten-year-old body? Lisa remembered her
first orgasm, and how scared and wonderful it made her
feel. Deciding against pushing her too far, she slapped
her palms down suddenly on Carrie's little breasts with
their now fully erect nipples, and said hurriedly,
"Okay, Carrie, that it. Time to let them get some sun."
But Carrie didn't think so. She opened her eyes
wide and said softly, "No, don't stop. Please,
Lisa...?" Lisa slid her hand down to the little girl's
mons and cupped it softly, her fingers gently caressing
Carrie's labia through the thin material of the crotch
panel. Lisa gazed steadily at Carrie, seeing the
awakening desire in the little girl's eyes, and realized
she'd succeeded in part one of her seduction.
Lisa thought fast. She knew she'd kindled
Carrie's latent sexuality, which was what she'd wanted
to accomplish with this trip to the beach. She wanted
to continue caressing the little girl in the worst way,
but she knew she had to stick to her plan. She didn't
want to get serious with Carrie until she had her at
home, with the doors locked. She needed to keep it
light until then. But how? Lisa didn't trust her own
self-control. A game, she thought. That's it...we need
to make this into a game.
Summoning all her will power, Lisa said, "Hey, I
have to stop, 'cause I'm done. However, " she continued
with an impish smile at the little girl, "I'll just have
to put more sunblock on you if it gets washed off."
Lisa lurched to her feet, and heaved a sigh of relief as
Carrie, sensing a new game to play, quickly refastened
the swim suit top and stood up.
"Race you to the water!" Carrie shouted, and
dashed off towards the water. Lisa, relieved and
frustrated at the same time, shouted after the running
girl.
"Okay, you win. I'll wait for you to come back."
Remember the plan, she repeated to herself, and
everything will be fine.
The rest of the day passed like a dream to Lisa.
Carrie would run down to the water after Lisa covered
her with the sunblock, and come running back as soon as
it had washed off. Lisa's caresses grew more bold as
the day progressed. Lisa had one more item on her
agenda, though, and it was a critical one. So far,
Carrie had been a willing, if passive, participant in
her own seduction. Lisa wanted Carrie to be
comfortable with a more active role in their sex play.
Glancing up at the position of the sun, Lisa determined
it was time to conclude this portion of the seduction.
Carrie came running breathlessly back for more
sunblock. Lisa, instead of starting with Carrie's feet,
quickly unfastened Carrie's swimsuit bra and went to
work directly on the little girl's breasts and nipples.
Carrie soon become aroused again, her little nipples
stiffening under Lisa's gentle manipulations. Here we
go, thought Lisa.
Lisa slipped her hand under the waistband of
Carrie's suit bottom for the first time that afternoon,
stopping when the back of her fingers brushed against
the crotch panel. Lisa delighted at the feel of the
little girl's bare labia sliding across her palm. With
her other hand, she reached beneath Carrie and slid it
under her and then into her suit bottom, across the
round cheeks of her pert little ass, until it met the
other hand, which was now gently squeezing Carrie's
mons. Flexing her wrists, Lisa gently levered the swim
suit bottom away from the little girl's body, letting it
slide across the back of her hands, until it came to
rest around Carrie's hips a few centimeters below her
crotch. Lisa gazed at Carries bare pudenda, marveling at
how closely they resembled her own in both size and
shape.
"I think we missed a spot with the sunblock,
Carrie. Should I put some there?"
"Please, yes, Lisa, oh yes...." Lisa almost came
at the sound of the innocent desire in Carrie's voice.
Lisa slowly coated the little girl's vulva with baby
oil, lightly running her fingers over Carries's
genitalia, pausing often to gently squeeze and softly
rub her labia. Laying her middle finger along the
little girl's vaginal cleft, she nestled it gently
between Carrie's labia with a rocking motion. Lisa was
careful not to penetrate her, wanting to save that
particular delight for later. Instead, Lisa continued
to roll her finger from side to side, watching as
Carrie's pre-coital lubrication began to slowly seep
past her finger.
God, she's close, thought Lisa.
THE END