From: "Randi" Subject: Caryn [ff, pedo] Newsgroups:, Followup-To: Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: *** Standard Disclaimer *** The following contains a textual depiction of consensual sex between a woman and a young girl, and between two young girls. The descriptions are graphic and clinical. Please read no farther if this kind of material offends you. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce, archive, and disseminate this story by any means, as long as the following conditions are met: 1) The entire text of the story is reproduced, archived, or disseminated, including this disclaimer. 2) The story is not reproduced, archived, or disseminated as part of any commercial product or collection that is distributed for financial gain. * * * Caryn by Randi Patterson "Mmmmm. Oh, Terry! Ahhhhh...." Kris shuddered with pleasure as Terry slipped her fingers into Kris' panties and tenderly stroked the girl's mons. Terry brought her other hand quickly to Kris' mouth to muffle the girl's gasps and groans as her fingers gently caressed the sensitive skin of the girl's labia and the fleshy folds of her vulva. Terry never ceased to be amazed at how sensitive and responsive her young friend was to her touch. Even here, in the middle of Tucson's busiest mall, surrounded by hundreds of busy people, Kris was focused completely on the gentle ministrations of Terry's fingers as they stroked and caressed her genitalia. If the shoppers in the mall had slowed long enough to notice the woman and girl sitting close together on the bench, they would have seen nothing too unusual. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with dark hair cut in a wedge style. She was wearing a stylish short business skirt and an expensive leather jacket. She was an attractive woman, with bright, wide-set eyes, full lips, and a pleasantly oval face. The girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, seemed to be too old to be the woman's daughter. She had blonde hair tied into two tresses that cascaded past her shoulders. And she had a beauty that radiated outwards from her on all frequencies. She was beautiful as only a young girl can be, when she is at that indeterminate, post-pubescent, pre-adolescent age. As Bob Seeger would say, she had the looks that could open doors with just a smile. It was more difficult to see the short denim miniskirt that she was wearing, because of the large Macy's advertising circular that was spread out on her lap. Perhaps she was the woman's kid sister, or her niece. The two were obviously close friends, if not actually related, judging by the way they huddled together on the bench, the woman with an arm across the girl's shoulders, their heads close together as they gazed at the circular on the girl's lap. "Shh, sweetheart. I know the chance of discovery makes it all the more exciting, but let's not press our luck, ok?" Terry took her hand from Kris' mouth and let it fall onto the girl's chest. She cupped the girl's breast briefly in the palm of her hand, squeezing it gently before bringing her hand back up to the girl's shoulder. "Now, spread your legs a little, Kris, so I can get my hand all the way into your panties. I think you are wet enough now. Mmm, that's it baby." Terry, feeling Kris' precoital lubrication beginning to flow, slipped her hand deeper into Kris' panties. Gently, she eased her middle finger past the teen's labia and penetrated her vagina, inserting her finger as deeply as she could. She felt Kris shudder, the vaginal muscles instinctively clamping around her finger. Terry flexed her wrist slightly, bringing her finger up against the ventral surface of the girl's vaginal cleft. She found Kris' clitoris and slowly rubbed it with her finger, sliding the length of her finger back and forth over it. Kris came almost immediately, a series of small orgasms that would crescendo to a mind-bending climax if Terry continued the stimulation. But Terry knew there was a finite limit to her friend's self-control. And the middle of the mall was not a good place to test that limit. As Kris began to fidget, and then to writhe her hips in a steadily increasing rhythm, Terry slipped her finger free of the girl's vagina, and gently tugged her panties back into place. She gave her mons a reluctant final caress. She brought her hand to her face, and inhaled the heady aroma of Kris' little girl muskiness. She brought the finger to her lips, and felt her own body respond to the remembered salty sweetness. She licked Kris' lubrication fluid from her finger and then turned to regard the young girl. Kris gazed steadily at her, and said, "Ahh, Terry, this is incredible. All those people, and they didn't even know. I was frightened and aroused at the same time. Weird, but not unpleasant. And you were right, about the way the sensation, the pleasure, seems to intensify." She paused for a moment, lost in thought. "I feel so, so...." She stopped, shivered and smiled slowly up at Terry. "I think I finally understand what my brother meant about all the sexually repressed half-humans around us, and why he warned me against doing stuff like this." Terry arched an eyebrow. "It was something my brother told me once. When I was trying to figure out how to tell you how much I wanted you to caress me again. He told me that if I had sex with you, I'd probably want to show it off somehow in public. He was more worried about the legal ramifications, than the social ones, though. He told me to be careful. I think we are being careful enough." Kris moved the circular off her lap, onto Terry's. She smoothed down the hem of her mini, and decorously crossed her legs. Still smiling, she said, "Mmm, now it's your turn. Ready?" "I hope you never understand anything that even remotely includes the concept of sexual repression, Kris. You are all innocence and curiosity. I hope you hang on to your innocence forever, sweetheart. And no, I'm not ready yet." As much as she wanted to be on the receiving end, Terry declined. This was the first time she had had public sex with Kris, but not the first time she had ever done it. Her first female lover, Lisa, had convinced her to give it a try. She'd been a little shocked at the suggestion, but Lisa had been very persistent. When she finally acquiesced, she had been very apprehensive, but that just seemed to make her orgasm, when it happened, that much more intense. Kris, on the other hand, was enthusiastic from the start. She shook her head and said, "Let's get that present for Caryn, instead, and you can owe me one when we get home. The fact is, sweetheart, I want to taste you on my tongue. I can't do that here -- I almost want to drag you out to the parking lot and do you in the Pathfinder. But I firmly believe that the patient are always rewarded. I can wait till we get home. Can you?" Kris nodded happily. Then, with a speculative look, she said, "What's wrong with the Pathfinder? It has a big cargo area, and we can pull the curtains...?" "Tease. C'mon, let's get to the store while I can still think straight. Do you know exactly what you want to get?" "Yep. It is really erotic. Too erotic for a fourteen-year-old to buy for another fourteen-year-old, I think. Thanks for helping me with this subterfuge." "Hey, I told you I'd help you out anyway possible if you wanted to become intimate with your friend Caryn. I think she is a very pretty girl, with a very sharp mind. I think she just pretends to be shallow and vacant so she won't scare the boys away." "I know, and thanks again. I think I love Caryn. As a friend. And I want it to be more. I want it to be like what we have." She took Terry by the hand and looked steadily at her. "I want her to feel the same way I feel, when you are touching me, and caressing me. I want her to feel the same pleasure that you give me." "Oh my, Kris. I think I just came. When was the last time I told you that I love you, very, very, much?" "Oh, about ten seconds ago, when you told me you wanted to drag me out to the parking lot and do me in your Pathfinder." Terry laughed. "I think that was more lust than love...pure, unadulterated lust at that. There is a difference, you know." "I know. And I would know the difference. And I know you love me, and not just because you like to have sex with me. I can feel it in the way you touch me, and I can still feel it when you are a hundred miles away." I think she would know it, Terry thought. What a treasure you are, Kris. She leaned down and brushed her lips against the girl's cheek. "Just wait till I get you home. Now, before I really do drag you out to the parking lot, let's go." Hand in hand, Terry and Kris strolled through the mall, making their way steadily towards the Victoria's Secret outlet. Once at the store, Terry asked for a catalog, and browsed through it. Kris stood outside the store near one of the display cases and watched her through the glass of the case. Terry stood with the catalog held up and out, as if trying to get more light. Kris could see each page. Terry browsed through it, keeping an eye on Kris. Kris waited until she saw what she wanted and quickly nodded. Terry slid her finger down the page until she saw Kris nod again. Terry gave out a low whistle. Hmmm, I like it, she thought. It was a very brief, very erotic bit of lingerie. The model seemed to be clad in a close-fitting cloud of pink fog. The top hung from her shoulders on two very thin straps, and it was secured across her breasts with a single tie. The panties were a brief triangular cloud clinging intimately to her hips. As any sexually aware woman would know, Terry knew that the most erotic lingerie always leaves something to the imagination. It should conceal as enticingly as it reveals. Terry tried to imagine what Kris' friend Caryn would look like in it, and felt her knees get weak. Oh, I wish I could wear something like that, she thought. But you really have to be anorexic to look good in something like that. Or fourteen years old. Terry took the catalog over to the clerk. For some reason, Terry found herself somewhat embarrassed as she showed the picture to the clerk. The clerk pretended not to notice Terry's momentary discomfiture, and asked Terry what her size was. Terry said, "Thank you for that vote of confidence, but I can't wear this, though I wish I could. It's for my friend, who is much more petite than I am." The clerk nodded, saying, "Oh, I don't know. I think you'd look ok. But you're right. This really belongs on a very petite woman. Do you know your friend's size?" Terry said, "She's a three." The clerk disappeared into the rear of the store and reappeared very quickly. "Would you like it gift wrapped? You get a free deluxe wrap at That's a Wrap with any purchase over $75." "Oh, yes. Thanks" "Cash, check, or charge, then?" Terry handed her AmEx to the clerk. The clerk rung up the sale, gave the card back to Terry, and then called another clerk over. "Amanda, take this over to That's a Wrap." Turning back to Terry, she asked, "Christmas, right? Or is it a wedding or birthday gift?" "Christmas. But that's ok, I can take it there myself. Thank you anyway." "Oh, certainly. Here. Just show them your receipt, Ms. Reynolds. Happy holidays!" Terry left the boutique and Kris joined her. Hand in hand again, they walked towards the gift-wrap boutique. At the boutique, they had to stand in line for service. After finally getting to the service window, they were told it would be about an hour wait. Kris giggled as they walked out of the boutique. "Where shall we wait? In the Pathfinder, maybe?" "Don't tempt me. C'mon, I'll buy you a Coke while we wait." At the Food Court, they got their drinks, found an unoccupied table and sat down. Kris periodically got up to go check with the boutique for their package. Two Cokes, a plate of nachos, and three-quarters of an hour later, the gift was wrapped and ready for pick up. Terry claimed the gift, and they left the mall for the parking lot. As soon as they were in the Pathfinder, Terry leaned over towards Kris, slid her hand under Kris' skirt, cupped her mons and squeezed it gently. Kris spread her thighs and sighed happily. Terry caressed the girl for several moments through her panties, and then slipped her hand back out from under her skirt. "That is for being so patient back there. I can hardly wait to get you home." Kris caught Terry's hand and held it against her pubis. "Can you drive with one hand?" "Oh. Mmmm. But let me get out of the parking lot first, ok? Put your feet up on the seat, and pull your panties down for me while I get us out of here." Kris happily complied, slipping her panties down around her thighs. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she placed her feet on the edge of the seat. Terry maneuvered the Nissan out of the mall parking lot and onto the boulevard. Reaching over to Kris, she lifted the hem of Kris' denim mini-skirt and gently cupped her mons in the palm of her hand. She frictioned her hand across the sensitive tissue of Kris' labia. By the time they reached Terry's house, Kris was flowing with pre-coital lubrication. Terry parked the Nissan and pulled Kris' panties back into place. Kris smoothed her skirt down. They both walked quickly to the house. As soon as they walked in the front door, Terry took Kris by the hand and led her into the living room. Terry threw several bolsters and cushions from the sofa and loveseat onto the floor in front of the fireplace. Growing more excited by the second, she quickly undressed Kris, removing her skirt, blouse and bra, barely managing not to break any zippers or pop any buttons in her mounting passion. Taking a large cylindrical bolster and a smaller rectangular cushion, she had Kris lay down, slipping the bolster under her hips, and the cushion under her neck and shoulders to support her head. Kris' pelvis was now raised several inches in the air. Her mons swelled against her panties, the curves of her labia delineated by the taut material. Terry knelt on the floor next to Kris. Reaching forward, she slipped the girl's panties down until they were resting across the middle of her thighs. With her back arched by the bolster under her hips, Kris spread her thighs, stretching the panties to their elastic limit. Terry gazed for several seconds at Kris' deliciously exposed pudenda. Reaching down with her hand to the girl's mons, she gently spread her labia apart with two fingers. The girl's vaginal cleft gleamed with moisture. Leaning forward, she extended her tongue and slipped it between her parted labia and thrust it as deep as she could into the girl's vagina. Terry sighed as she gently probed Kris' vagina with her the tip of her tongue. Kris was lubricating freely, so Terry gently ran her tongue along Kris' labia and mons, delighting in the girl's delicious flavor. Kris began to come, sending a fountain of precoital lubrication geysering across Terry's tongue. Kris had a salty-sweet taste that Terry found utterly compelling. Terry continued to caress the young girl's mons, labia, and vagina with her tongue for several minutes. She felt Kris come several times. She was mildly surprised at the length and duration of the girl's climaxes, since she had not touched the girl's clitoris. At length, Kris sighed heavily, rolled onto her side, and gazed at Terry through half-closed eyelids. `"Mmmm. I don't know what you did, but that was one of the best ever. Like the first time you did me, but different, somehow. Thank you. Now, it is your turn. I owe you two." Kris raised herself to a kneeling position in front of the still-kneeling Terry. She quickly unbuttoned Terry's blouse, and then unhooked the front closure of Terry's bra. Kris knew that Terry's breasts were the most erogenous zone on her body, and knew that Terry really enjoyed having Kris suckle them. Kris leaned close to Terry and took a nipple between her lips. She fluttered her tongue rapidly over the nipple, flicking it up and down, and side to side. She raised Terry's skirt up around her waist, and then slipped both of her hands into Terry's panties. Terry was soaking wet, so Kris slipped two fingers of her right hand deep into Terry's vagina, while her left stoked and caressed Terry's labia. She quickly found Terry's clitoris and began to caress it with her fingertips. She brought her left hand back up to Terry's other breast, and began to gently caress the nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Terry was quickly overwhelmed with the sensations pouring into her brain from her breasts and vagina. Her orgasm rocketed through her mind in an intense, prolonged burst of pleasure. As Terry's orgasm attenuated, Kris slipped two fingers into her own vagina, coating them with her moisture. She then brought her fingers to Terry's lips. Terry could smell Kris' muskiness, and eagerly took the proffered fingers into her mouth. Kris slid her fingers in and out of Terry's mouth as Terry eagerly sucked at them. As Kris' salty tang flooded over her tongue, Terry felt another orgasm swirl to engulf her. "Oh, mmm, you taste so good. How did you know I wanted to taste you again, right at that moment?" Terry's first female lover, Lisa, had had the same talent; a seeming ability to know what Terry was thinking and feeling as they made love. "I...well, I just thought that was what you wanted. I just felt like it was what I should do to make you happy. I just want you to feel as wonderful as I do when I'm with you, and it seemed like the right thing to do." Kris shrugged. "I sometimes think I can read your mind, especially when one of us is coming." Terry encircled the young girl with her arms and pulled here close. She gazed down at the young girl as she leaned back, pulling Kris into her lap. You are a jewel, Kris, she thought to herself. Priceless beyond compare. Kris snuggled against Terry, her back resting against Terry's breasts, her legs, still bound by her panties, resting over and across Terry's. Terry reached down to where Kris' panties still clung halfway down the girl's thighs, and slipped one of her legs free, leaving the panties bunched around her other leg. Now, as they lay together on the floor of Terry's living room in front of the fireplace, Terry reached around Kris and eased the girl's thighs apart. Then, gently, she inserted two fingers into the girl's vagina. Kris twisted her upper body to the side and gently nuzzled Terry's nipples with her tongue and lips. The woman and the girl were both sated now, and were just caressing each other for the sake of the intimate physical contact. Kris enjoyed this post-coital intimacy as much as the passion of the sex itself. Right now, with Terry's fingers gently probing her vagina, she didn't feel any urgency at all. Cradled in Terry's arms, she felt safe and happy. And it was this intimacy that she wanted to share so much with Caryn. Kris closed her eyes, and thought about Caryn. Kris had wanted to get intimate with Caryn since the summer, when Terry and Kris had first made love to each other. Kris, who'd never actively pursued a boy, much less a girl, just didn't know how to let her best friend know that she wanted to make love to her. But with Terry's help, she'd finally come up with a way to let Caryn know how she felt. The problem, Kris, reflected, was not so much in letting her know how she felt, but in managing whatever reaction Caryn would have when Kris made her desire known. After discussing the situation with Terry, she'd come up with a two-step plan, involving a gentle hint followed by an opportunity to explore that hint. Granted, the lingerie she'd just bought for Caryn was a not very subtle hint. In fact it might just be a little too obvious. But Kris wanted to provoke a reaction. So the Christmas gift of lingerie was step one. Step two was providing a situation where Kris and Caryn could be alone together and explore Caryn's reaction. Terry solved that by suggesting that Kris housesit for her the next time she was out of town on business. Kris would naturally invite her best friend to keep her company while she was housesitting. Now, with Christmas only a week away, step one of the plan was almost complete. Kris opened her eyes and looked up at Terry. "Oh, I really love this. Thank you so much. Will you do me one more time before I go home?" "Of course, sweetheart. With my tongue?" "Oh, I don't want you to let go of me. With just your fingers, please?" Kris settled back against Terry, spreading her legs even wider in anticipation. Terry smiled and tightened her arms around the little girl in a hug. She placed her free hand on Kris' chest, and closed it around one of Kris' small but deliciously firm and prominent breasts. She felt the nipple erect almost immediately against her palm. Terry quickly found Kris' clitoris with her fingers, and lightly pinched it. Kris responded immediately, thrusting her hips upwards. Terry finished what she had started in the mall, her fingers alternately pinching and then sliding against the girl's clitoris. Kris came in a crescendoing series of climaxes, each one more intense then the one before. At length, Terry felt Kris go rigid, her vaginal muscles clamping down tightly on Terry's fingers. Terry waited for the orgasm to run its course, and then gently removed her fingers from the little girl. Kris sighed heavily, and then rolled off Terry's lap. "Mmmm. Oh Terry! I wish I could stay." Kris reluctantly started to gather up her clothes. Terry got up and went into her bedroom and got out of her clothes. Putting on a robe, she returned to the living room. Kris was already dressed and waiting by the front door. "Have a happy Christmas, Kris. Give me a kiss, and I'll see you in a few days, alright?" Kris smiled and kissed Terry good-bye. Reluctantly, she opened the door, not wanting to leave. As she stepped outside she said, "When does Carrie come home? Is she still in Vancouver?" "Yes, and she'll be going straight back to the academy from there, so she won't be coming home until March. You'll have all the privacy you need for Caryn." Knowing Kris was reluctant to leave, and admitting that she was reluctant to see her go herself, she said gently, "I'll see you soon, sweetheart. If you happen to hear from those two remarkable brothers of yours, please give them my best." "Ok, I will. Bye, and happy Christmas, Terry. I love you." "I love you too, little one." *** Kris bicycled over to Caryn's house several days before Christmas, and presented her with the gift. Caryn had a gift waiting for Kris. The girls talked about their plans for the Christmas vacation, which centered mainly on the book reports they both had to write during this vacation. Kris was doing yet another book report on a novel by Robert Heinlein, and was still trying to convince Caryn to read him. Caryn, who'd summed up her one experience with Heinlein in three words, was still refusing to read anymore "pseudo-pornograhic elitist nonsense," and was doing her report on the new David Brin Uplift trilogy, of which she'd read the first two novels. "It has adventure, and a plot I really dig," she told Kris as they sat together in Caryn's bedroom on her bed. "Yeah, I've been meaning to read that. Does it have any good sex in it?" Kris asked with a comical leer at Caryn. "Yeah, it has sex, but not with humans. Or, at least, not much with humans." "Mmm, sounds kinda kinky. And you consider Heinlein pornographic? Hmm, you must have some interesting ideas on sexuality...?" Kris paused, wondering if Caryn would shy away from the subject of sex once again, like she usually did when it came up. And, as per normal, Caryn didn't respond to Kris' conversational gambit. Kris sighed, thinking I hope I don't blow it with her. If Caryn rejects me, what will I do? Live with it, I guess. Kris changed the subject. The two teens chatted on, until Kris had to go home for dinner. The days until Christmas passed slowly for Kris. Her older brothers each came to Tucson for the holidays, which helped make the waiting more fun. She was delirious about both her brothers, and treasured every moment she got to spend with them. Her brother Sean, an Air Force pilot, could stay for only a few days. He was enroute to a new duty station, and managed to wangle a few travel days to stop by and say hello to his parents and sister. Her other brother, Jason, was well on his way to making a modest fortune with the ISP that he founded in San Francisco. He flew into town for the holidays in his new corporate turbo-prop, which Sean immediately demanded a check ride in. They took Kris along, and at her request, her friend Terry. While the two brothers flew the plane, Terry and Kris cuddled in the cabin, hands and fingers dancing across each other's bodies. By the time they landed, Terry and Kris were both flushed and giggling. They politely refused Jason's invitation to dinner, claiming other plans. The woman and the girl drove from the airport straight back to Terry's house. Once in the house, Kris made a detour into the kitchen to call her parents and tell them she was going to have dinner with Terry. Terry disappeared upstairs. Kris found Terry in her bedroom, already nearly undressed. Kris quickly slipped out of her skirt, blouse and bra. She knew Terry liked to remove her panties herself, so she left them on and climbed into the bed with Terry. Almost instinctively, they arranged themselves in a 69. Kris felt Terry pull her panties down around her thighs, and then felt Terry's tongue eagerly probing her vagina. Kris buried her own face against Terry's mons, using her fingers to part Terry's labia. She quickly located Terry's clitoris, and eagerly began to flick it with the tip of her tongue. Almost simultaneously, she felt her own clitoris encircled by Terry's tongue. Together, the girl and the woman climaxed, two distinct entities, but linked to each other via the pleasure they shared. Now, they shifted out of the 69, arranging themselves face to face, Kris lying on top of Terry. Terry slid her hands down Kris' body, tracing her spine with her fingertips, pausing to caress the round globes of her pert bottom. Gently, Terry penetrated Kris from the rear, her fingers probing softly inside the girl's vagina. Kris began to thrust her pelvis against Terry, as Terry probed even deeper into Kris with her fingers. Kris captured one of Terry's nipples in her mouth, and began to suckle. Reaching down between their bodies, Kris inserted two fingers into Terry's vagina. The girl and the woman quickly came again. Next, Terry slipped her little finger into Kris' vagina and covered it with lubricant. Then she had Kris get on her hands and knees. Slowly, Terry brought her little finger against Kris' anus, and applied pressure until the sphincter relaxed. Kris gasped as she felt Terry's finger enter her rectum. With her other hand, Terry again penetrated Kris from behind, quickly finding her clitoris. As she gently pinched her clitoris, she forced her little finger deeper into the girl's rectal canal. Kris came quickly, in one long, convulsive, spasm. Terry slid her fingers out of the girl and then wrapped her arms around her and hugged her close. Terry lay down on her side, and Kris spooned against her. Terry ran her hands lightly across Kris' small breasts, caressing them with her palms, tugging on their rigidly erect nipples with her fingers. Terry felt Kris sigh and snuggle even closer. She slipped one hand down to the girl's stomach, probing her navel with her forefinger. She continued downward, until the tips of her fingers were just touching Kris' vaginal cleft. Lightly, she ran her fingers along the slit, applying pressure slowly, until Kris' labia parted. Gently, Terry penetrated Kris's vagina, first with one, then two fingers. They lay together like this for a long time. Every few minutes, Terry would lightly caress the girl's clitoris, bringing Kris to a gentle climax. Eventually, they fell asleep, Terry cupping Kris' mons in her palm, two fingers still buried deeply inside the girl's vagina. Much later, as they showered together, Terry asked Kris about Caryn. "I'm going to be out of town from the 27th until maybe after New Year's. Are you ready for step two of the plan?" Terry was kneeling in front of a standing Kris, soaping the girl's thighs and calves. Kris nodded, lifting her leg and resting it on Terry's shoulder as Terry began to soap the inside of her thighs. "I think I'm ready." She paused, and then said. "Would you mind giving me a douche? I want to be very fresh for Caryn, if it works out that way." "Of course, dear. Can you reach the medicine cabinet? The applicator's already been sterilized." Kris, balancing on one leg, reached past the shower curtain and into the mirrored cabinet on the wall. She quickly retrieved the bottle, applicator, and a packet of Summer's Eve. She handed them to Terry, who quickly prepared the douche. She brought the applicator tip to Kris' vagina and said, "Ok, are you ready? Here it comes." Terry gently slipped the tip of the applicator past Kris' labia and squeezed the bottle. Kris felt the spray erupt inside her. Terry waited for the spent douche to trickle out of Kris, and then squeezed the bottle again. Again the spray geysered inside Kris. Kris enjoyed this intimate, personal service as much as Terry enjoyed providing it. When the bottle was empty, Terry leaned forward and gave Kris' labia a quick kiss, saying, "There, sweetheart. How's that?" "Oh, it always feels good when you douche me. You are so gentle. Thank you. I feel all tingly inside." "Well, we better get out of here and get dressed, or you are going to need another one real quick." Kris laughed as they both stepped from the shower. Terry threw on a robe, and Kris slipped into her clothes. Kris said good bye and walked home. The day after Christmas, Kris got the call she was expecting from Caryn. "Kris? Oh my god. Thank you for the babydoll! It's too much! But I don't dare wear it around here! My parents would probably disown me. It's a good thing I didn't open it in front of everybody else!" "Oh, how did you manage that?" "We always open one present on Christmas Eve. I just happened to choose yours. I took it into my bedroom to open it. Gosh, Kris, it is so sexy. But I don't know how I'm even going to try it on. I'd be mortified if my folks or one of my brothers saw me in it." "Yeah? Well, I'm glad you like it. Look, if you want to wear it, I might have a plan. I'm house sitting for Terry starting tomorrow night. Why don't you come over, and we'll rent some movies or something, and you can model it for me. I kinda actually want to see you in it. Would that work for you?" "Oh yes! Wonderful! What time?" "Terry is leaving for the airport at 6:30. So anytime after that. How's seven sound?" "Great. I can hardly wait. Thanks again. See ya'!" Hmm, thought Kris. I don't think she suspects any ulterior motive. Ah well, let's see what happens. Promptly at seven the next day, Kris heard Terry's doorbell ring. Well, here we go, she thought. The evening progressed rapidly. They watched TV, called several friends, and played computer games on Terry's PC. Kris seemed more acutely aware of Caryn than usual. Each gesture she made, each toss of her head, or shrug of her shoulders seemed to arouse Kris. As they set side by side in front of the PC, Kris could barely concentrate on the game when it was her turn at the keyboard. Caryn's close proximity was all she could think about. When she saw Caryn yawn, she decided it was time. Reaching across Caryn, she grabbed the mouse and closed the window on the game. "Enough. Let's go light a fire, and call it an evening." Caryn yawned again. "Hmm. Ok. I'm a little sleepy, but I'm not quite ready for bed yet. But I think I will go put on my new babydoll. Back in a minute." In the living room, Kris knelt in front of the fireplace, and leaned down to blow into the embers. Soon, the fire blazed up, crackling cheerfully. Kris began to make her own preparations for bed. As she undressed, she reached into her overnighter, she pulled out her "pajamas" -- a tee shirt cropped one centimeter beneath her breasts and a very brief pair of panties. She slipped the tee shirt on and stepped into the panties, and then went into the kitchen and started steaming milk for some hot cocoa. Caryn seemed to be taking her time changing. Kris finished making the cocoa and brought both mugs out into the living room, along with a bag of marshmallows. She curled up in front of the fireplace, and waited for Caryn. While Kris went downstairs, Caryn walked to the master bedroom and undressed. She put on the babydoll, and then looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She liked what she saw. The panties were a thin triangular wedge of pink that didn't quite conceal the gentle swells of her pudenda. Caryn took a deep breath, and the two sides of her top parted slightly, the soft curves of the lower halves of her breasts revealed in the gap, the soft satin of the top gliding against her nipples. Reaching up, she caressed her breasts through the thin material, delighted at the sensation. Almost without thinking, she slid one hand down towards her panties. Her fingers had slipped under the waistband and were gently rubbing against her labia before Caryn realized she was masturbating. Shocked, she quickly withdrew her hand. Summoning her composure, she walked briskly towards the door. But she hesitated with her hand on the door. She was suddenly acutely aware of how much of her body was revealed by the babydoll. The top only veiled her breasts, and the panties were briefer than any she'd ever worn before. What am I afraid of, she wondered. Kris has seen me naked hundreds of time. Go on out there. She found Kris in the living room. She struck a Playboy-esque pose by the mantelpiece, on leg forward and slightly bent, with one hand on her hip, the other holding her red hair in a pile on the top of her head. "Well? Think I could be a centerfold in Playboy?" Kris looked up and gasped. As casually as she could, she took a sip from her mug of cocoa and tried to collect her thoughts. Incredible. Kris felt her nipples crinkle against her crop-top. "Oh, wow. Definite centerfold material. All you need is a staple in your navel, and you would be set. Do you feel as sexy as you look?" Caryn blushed. Caryn felt very aroused, and marveled at the feeling. The only time she'd ever felt this aroused was late at night in her bedroom, when she masturbated. With a shock, she realized that she wanted to go back upstairs and finish what she'd started. Geesh. Get a grip, girl. She nodded quickly, then dropped her pose and walked over to her friend. Turning to Caryn, Kris said, "Throw some cushions down here. And get the lights." Caryn pulled several cushions from the sofa and love seat, and dumped them in a heap next to Kris. Kris began to spread them around in front of the fireplace, as Caryn went around the room, extinguishing the lights. Kris and Caryn sat side by side in front of the fire. They talked and laughed, two close friends celebrating their friendship. Their conversation moved from topic to topic. The topics were always the same, school, music, movies, boys, books, parents, siblings, religion -- life in general. But their substance always changed. The arousal she'd felt when she first put on the babydoll had plateaued, and Caryn was able to concentrate on their talk. Occasionally, though, she'd open her mind to her arousal, and then she'd lose the thread. Once, she even drifted so far that she discovered she was slowly stroking her mons through the thin satin of her panties. Surprised, she jerked her hand way from her lap, and then realized that in the flickering firelight, it was doubtful Kris had noticed. She sat up suddenly, realizing that Kris had just asked her about the gift. Caryn sat up, cross-legged on the cushions. She took a sip of her cocoa and said, "Thank you for the nightie, Kris. I love it." Kris took a sip of her cocoa and said, "Well, I'm glad. You look sexy, Caryn. Remember that black string bikini you gave me this summer? Now I know how Terry felt when she first saw me in it. It really turned her on." "Hmmm. As I remember, you did look truly sexy. Uh, Kris, now that you've brought it up, I've been meaning to ask you about that...wasn't it kind of weird having another woman tell you that you look sexy?" "No. I just told you that you look sexy. Do you feel weird now?" Caryn shook her head. "Not weird, but I do feel turned on." A pause. "I never told this to any one before, but I can tell you. I was so turned on when I saw myself in the mirror upstairs, I almost started to masturbate." Liar. You *were* masturbating. "Hmm. I think I know what you mean. My brothers almost made me wear something different when I modeled that bikini for them. I know it definitely turned them on. And I know it turned Terry on." Caryn remembered having lunch with Terry and Kris at Terry's house, that day that Kris had worn the bikini. Kris had been the center of attention all morning at the pool, and Caryn had basked in the reflected glow. Caryn enjoyed attention, especially from the boys. "But you seemed more interested in staying with Terry after lunch." Kris laughed. "And you were anxious to get back to the pool and flirt some more with the boys." "Well, yeah, that's right. I was. So what happened after I left?" "I told her I was confused about the way I felt after I kissed you that day. Do you remember?" Caryn remembered. Kris had come to her, asking to borrow a black string bikini. Caryn had been rather surprised at this request, since Kris had steadfastly refused to play any of the flirtation games Caryn and her girlfriends indulged in at the community pool. Caryn had been more surprised at how sexy her best friend looked in it. Much to her consternation, Caryn realized that her surprise was tinged with jealousy and envy. Kris was her very best friend, and she didn't want anything to jeopardize their relationship. But then Kris had done something extraordinary. Kris had kissed her...softly and gently on the lips, and then thanked her for making her aware of her own femaleness. The girls had kissed each other before, hello and good-bye kisses, and even thank-you kisses, so why did this one feel different? And how come I didn't feel jealous anymore? And why did I kiss her, a few minutes later? Nodding her head, Caryn said, "I remember. And I remember how jealous I was at first, and how after you kissed me, I didn't feel jealous at all. But you told Terry that you were confused...?" Kris continued. "Yeah. I was confused. So I told Terry. Actually, I wanted to be kissed again, so I asked Terry to kiss me." She paused, trying to gauge Caryn's reaction. Kris searched her friend's face intently, but Caryn didn't respond outwardly, saying only, "Go on. What happened?" "She kissed me. And I kissed her." "Like with a boy?" "I wouldn't know...that's more your territory. But I enjoyed it. And so did she." Now Caryn was really curious. What did Terry have that any of a dozen boys who would die to kiss Kris didn't? "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Anything." "If you were confused, why didn't you ask me about it?" Kris nodded. "Because I didn't realize at the time that I could. Because I thought you'd think I was perverted or something." "I didn't think you were perverted. I was just glad I didn't feel jealous anymore. And if you will remember, I kissed you back, and not like a friend either. But it felt right. Were you really that confused by it? "Well yeah. But Terry helped me sort out my feelings." "How?" "By kissing me and telling me it was okay to demonstrate my affection like that." "Hmmm." Suddenly, Caryn realized that Kris was trying to tell her something. She gazed at Kris for a few seconds, and then said, "You two did more than just kiss, didn't you?" "Yes." Caryn thought about that. Ever since that day, Caryn had wondered about all the time Kris was spending with Terry. "Tell me about it...everything, ok?" Caryn could feel herself becoming aroused. Startled, she realized that whatever Kris and Terry had done, the idea was turning her on. Kris described what happened that day last summer in a matter-of-fact way. She skipped nothing, only blushing at the more intimate revelations. When she reached the part where she'd left Terry that first time, needing to think about what was happening, she stopped and looked inquiringly at her friend. Caryn was fascinated. Caryn found herself growing increasingly aroused as Kris related her story. Seeing Kris looking at her, she said, "Hmm. I think I would have done the same thing. But after that day, you started spending a lot of time with her. You obviously decided that it was something you wanted. What happened next?" Kris picked up her story from that Sunday morning, when she'd went to Terry's to finish what she and Terry had started. Caryn was hanging on every word. Kris described in intimate detail exactly how Terry had led her upstairs to the bedroom, and then undressed her, and then made love to her. She paused in her story, remembering the sensations. Unconsciously, she trailed one hand down her body as she was speaking. It slipped across her breasts, coming to rest as it reached her panties, the tips of her fingers just disappearing under the waistband. Caryn took this in, wondering if Kris was going to start to masturbate right in front of her. But the fingers remained motionless, and Caryn refocused on Kris' face. "The way she touched me, Caryn. So gentle. Her hands were touching me all over, and her mouth was on my breast. She took my nipple between her lips and sucked." Unconsciously, Kris began to caress her mons, her fingers sliding deeper into her panties in a circular motion. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Kris stopped. She blushed all the way to her breasts. But Caryn's eyes were closed. Caryn had slipped her hand inside the babydoll's top, and Kris could see that she was lightly pinching her nipples. "Did my story really turn you on?" It was Caryn's turn to blush. Her eyes flew open, and she withdrew her hand quickly from under her top. Kris kept her fingers in her panties, lightly stroking her labia. "Yes, I'm really turned on right now, as you probably noticed." Embarrassed, but beginning to recover. Kris was her best friend. No secrets. "You should be...I got turned on telling you about it. What is wrong with being turned on?" "Kris! I don't know. Everybody from the minister to the principle to my parents think that being turned on is only supposed to happen when you want to make a baby." "Well, can I tell you something?" "Of course...?" "They are missing out on one of the best parts of being human." Caryn nodded. Kris was right. "Uh, you know, I'm so turned on, would you think me too weird if I wanted to go back upstairs and masturbate?" A small smile. "Do you think Terry would mind if I used her bed?" "No. I don't think it is weird at all. I feel like joining you. And why should Terry mind? We certainly used it." Startled, Caryn thought, oh yeah. What was I thinking? Kris realized that her moment had come. She moved next to Caryn. Caryn was sitting on a wide cushion Kris had taken from the sofa, bare feet towards the fire, leaning back against some more cushions propped up against the recliner behind her. Kris sat down facing Caryn, and then leaned to the side, legs extending towards the fire, her left shoulder supported by the same cushion that supported Caryn's head. Softly, Kris said, "What's wrong with right here?" She took Caryn's hand and guided it towards Caryn's panties. With a gentle pressure, she flattened Caryn's palm out over her panty-clad mons, and then slid it back and forth. Softly, she said, "I'd like to do it right now." Kris tugged the crotch of Caryn's panties to the side, and then slid her fingers along Caryn's exposed labia. She paused, and then suddenly slipped the panties back into place. Caryn was surprised at how calm she felt. Nobody had ever touched her like this before. Some boys had tried, and Caryn had adamantly refused their advances. But a girl? Kris? Marveling at the steadiness of her voice, she said calmly, "What did you do that? I mean, then you stopped." "I want us to share our bodies, the way we've always shared our thoughts. But it is up to you." Caryn looked at Kris, and was simultaneously aware of Kris' hand, poised lightly near her panties. She came to a decision. She said, "I think I want to, too. But take it slowly, ok?" "I will, Caryn. As slowly as you want it." She leaned over and kissed Caryn on the lips. She parted her lips slightly, silently inviting Caryn to reciprocate. She slipped her tongue across Caryn's lips, laving them with gentle flicks. Caryn reached up, and she thought Caryn was breaking off the kiss, but Caryn's fingers danced lightly across her lips, which increased her arousal enormously. After a few moments, Caryn let her recapture her mouth, and this time Caryn reciprocated, Caryn's tongue darting against hers, hesitantly at first, and then more firmly. Caryn had kissed lots of boys, open-mouthed and eager. But this was the first time she'd kissed a girl. The first thing she noticed was how much softer Kris' lips were than a boy's. In wonder, she broke the kiss long enough to reach up and caress her friend's lips with her fingers. She spent several moments marveling at how soft and yielding they were. When she took her fingers away at last, she parted her lips, eagerly responding to Kris' tacit invitation. Caryn felt her arousal grow as their tongues met and entwined. Though Kris was clearly in control of the kiss, Kris wasn't aggressive about it, like most of the boys in Caryn's experience. It was more like a dance, with Kris leading and Caryn eagerly following. Both girls finally had to come up for air. Caryn was the first to speak. "Kris! That was incredible! Let me catch my breath, and then please, kiss me again?" Kris smiled at Caryn. "Breath control is a good thing. Ready?" Caryn nodded and parted her lips in anticipation. This time, Caryn maneuvered herself until she was in the dominant position, with Kris relaxing her head against the cushion. Again, their tongues met. And once again, they stopped only to come up for air. As their lips separated, Kris said, "Mmm, I like kissing you. I knew I would. Are you ready for something a little beyond this?" Caryn hesitated for a fraction of second before nodding her head. Kris sensed the hesitation. "Or do want keep it right here? I don't want to push you...." Caryn was trying to sort out her feelings. Why are you doing this to me, Kris? And why do I not want you to stop? In answer, Caryn took the back of Kris' neck in her hand and pulled her down, mouth open and eyes closed. As their lips met and their tongues fenced, Kris slipped her hand beneath Caryn's top and took one of Caryn's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it from side to side. Kris could feel Caryn respond immediately, the nipple erecting as she gently tugged and pulled it. When it was firmly erect, Kris switched her attentions to the other nipple. Soon, both of Caryn's nipples were straining upwards against the soft satin. Once again, both girls surfaced for air. "Caryn?" Caryn opened her eyes at the sound of her name. Her breasts were tingling, and she was hyper-aware of her nipples as the soft satin of her top slid across them. She recognized the first stages of an orgasm beginning to drift through her body, and marveled at it. Kissing was one thing. But she'd never let a boy, much less a girl, go this far. Absently mindedly, she caressed her breasts. But I never knew it would feel like this. She looked at Kris. "I want to take your top off, Caryn. Is that ok?" She crossed her arms behind her head and closed her eyes. She whispered, "Ok," and waited for her friend's touch at her breasts. Kris began to untie the single pair of laces that bound the top closed across Caryn's breasts. Caryn was breathing slowly and deeply. Kris could feel the rise and fall of her friend's breasts as she untied the laces. Now, with a lace in each hand, she parted the top, baring Caryn's breasts completely. Kris dropped the laces and cupped each breast in her hands. Caryn's breasts were larger than her own, and almost conical in shape, compared to her own nearly spherical breasts. She began to massage them, squeezing them, gently at first, and then more firmly. Caryn's breathing became more rapid. Leaning down, she captured a nipple between her lips and began to suckle at it. She smiled at Caryn's gasp of pleasure. Caryn felt Kris cup her breasts and tried to relax. Caryn wasn't very adept at introspection; she had always relied on behavior learned from her parents. But this was unprecedented. All she had to go on was the fact that she trusted Kris implicitly, and that her body was responding to Kris' touch with no conscious effort on her part. She suddenly felt Kris' lips on her nipple, and involuntarily gasped at the sensation. Again, she wondered, why are you doing this to me, Kris? Why do I want you to keep doing it? She opened her eyes and watched Kris as she deftly used her lips and tongue to caress her nipples. She had often wondered about what it would feel like to have her breasts suckled, and had even fantasized about it once as she masturbated. It felt so good - far more pleasurable than any fantasy. It suddenly hit her...Kris was doing this because she knew it would be pleasurable for her. But why do I still feel hesitant? After several more moments of introspection, Caryn realized it was because she was still focussing on the cultural taboos learned from her parents. Those values were in direct conflict with the signals her body was sending her. Ok, so now what? With that, the hesitation was replaced an entirely new feeling -- curiosity. Caryn felt the hesitation leave her, and bid it a silent farewell. With the hesitation gone, she was able to concentrate on the sensations coursing through her body. Her orgasm continued to build inside of her, and instead of resisting it, as she realized she had been doing, she surrendered to it. It pulsed through her body, seeming to echo back and forth as it crossed and recrossed her awareness. As it slowly attenuated, she opened her eyes, and gave out a long, luxurious sigh. Kris watched her friend as the orgasm took her. Oh Caryn, I knew you would enjoy this. And we have just begun. When Caryn opened her eyes, Kris said, "Ok?" Caryn nodded her head and said, "More than ok. That felt wonderful." In response, Kris kissed her gently on the lips. She slipped her hand, which was still cupping Caryn's breast, down Caryn's torso to her mons. Stroking Caryn's labia through the satin of the panty, she whispered, "That is just the beginning. Ready?" Caryn felt Kris' fingertips at her panties, and felt her arousal soar. Again by way of answer, she reached up and drew Kris down and kissed her. Kris captured Caryn's mouth with her own. Gently she slid her hand into Caryn's panties. She nestled a finger in Caryn's vaginal cleft, frictioning it lightly against the inner surfaces of her labia. She knew from experience that Caryn's labia would soon part and that her vagina would relax to admit her finger. Soon enough, Caryn's vagina relaxed, and Kris' finger encountered the sensitive tissue of Caryn's inner labia. She rubbed her finger against them, and felt Caryn shudder at the sensation. Caryn was beginning to lubricate freely, so Kris prepared to penetrate her fully. Disengaging from their kiss, Kris trailed her lips along Caryn's neck and shoulders, and then down to her breasts. She circled the aureole of one breast with her tongue, and then closed her lips around the nipple. She smiled as Caryn gasped at the sensation. Applying a very gentle pressure with two of her fingers, Kris penetrated Caryn's vagina. She felt the muscles in the vaginal walls instinctively contract around her fingers. Slowly, she thrust them as deeply as she could into Caryn's vagina, and then slowly withdrew them, until only the very tips remained inside Caryn. She thrust again, more firmly this time, burying her fingers deep in Caryn's vagina and then withdrew them again. This time on the return stroke, Kris crooked one finger a little, and dragged it lightly across Caryn's clitoris. Kris repeated the cycle, thrusting and withdrawing her fingers in a slowly increasing tempo. Caryn was gasping with each breath now, and as Kris penetrated her over and over again, the gasps coalesced into a low moan. Caryn felt Kris' fingers gliding gently across her stomach and into her panties. Kris stroked her labia, and Caryn felt the muscles in her vagina relax. She felt an orgasm begin to spiral across her consciousness, and as Kris penetrated her vagina, she came. Kris was sucking at her nipples now, and Caryn felt the friction of Kris' fingers in their passage into and out of her vagina. Suddenly, Caryn's pleasure spiked, and she realized Kris had just touched her clitoris. The sensation was exquisite. She gasped as Kris touched it again. And again. Caryn marveled at the sensation flowing up from her vagina. She knew she was gasping and moaning like the soundtrack of a cheap porno flick, but she did not care - her attention was focussed on Kris and the fingers plunging in and out of her vagina. When she came, it was a rocket through her mind. She felt Kris withdraw her fingers, and then cup her cheek with her hand. She could smell her own musky odor on Kris' fingers. She glanced up at Kris, who was smiling down at her. "Oh, Kris...Oh, that was wonderful...I had no idea." "Well, I knew, and now you know too. Are you ready for something more?" Caryn raised her eyebrows. What more could there possibly be? She nodded. Kris rolled over on top of Caryn. Kris began to stroke Caryn's breasts with her tongue, as she slid her body down Caryn's. She trailed her tongue down Caryn's breasts, across her flat stomach, until she could feel Caryn's navel with her chin. She began to kiss Caryn's tummy lightly, rimming her navel with the tip of her tongue. Caryn began to squirm beneath Kris, and Kris knew it was time. Kris reached between their bodies and untied one set of the laces that secured the panty across Caryn's hips. She folded the nearly translucent material to the side, revealing Caryn's pudenda to her eager eyes. Gently, Kris extended her tongue and began to lave Caryn's mons and labia with long, slow strokes. Kris could taste Caryn's pre-coital lubrication, and reveled in the salty-sweet musk of Caryn's rising passion. Caryn felt Kris' fingers at her panties, and realized almost instantly what Kris was going to do. But before she could react, she felt Kris' warm breath on her mons, followed by the most exquisite sensation she ever experienced: Kris' tongue gliding wetly along her labia. She moaned aloud. Kris heard that moan, and smiled to herself. Reaching around Caryn's hips with her right arm, she rested the palm of her right hand on Caryn's pubis just above her vaginal cleft. With her index and middle fingers in a V, she parted Caryn's labia. Kris touched the tip of her tongue to the sensitive tissue of Caryn's inner labia, and felt Caryn respond instantly. Caryn arched her back, thrusting her hips upward against Kris. Kris centered her body more exactly between Caryn's thighs, giving Caryn more room to move her hips as her passion grew. Kris then began to stroke Caryn's inner labia with her tongue. Caryn began to lubricate freely, and Kris eagerly lapped it up. In short order, Caryn arched her back in a paroxysm of pleasure, and Kris knew she had climaxed. While Caryn was experiencing her orgasm, Kris slipped her crop top off and slid forward, until her small breasts were nearly in contact with Caryn's mons. With her free hand, she cupped one of her own breasts and lifted it until her nipple was in contact with the hooded mound of Caryn's clitoris. She teased the nipple back and forth across the hood, coaxing the clitoris out. As Caryn's clitoris erected, so did Kris' nipple. Kris felt the first shimmering wave of an orgasm pass through her body. The touch of Kris' nipple against her clitoris started another wave of pleasure coursing through Caryn's mind. Caryn was somewhat more prepared this time, and was determined to ride the wave of pleasure as long as she could before being inundated by it. She opened her eyes and glanced down at Kris, lying between her legs. Kris, chin on Caryn's tummy, was gazing steadily back at her. For a moment, Caryn lost herself in that gaze. She felt a sensation of love commingled with desire emanating from Kris that was so potent, she almost felt that she was somehow in Kris' mind, watching herself as Kris pleasured her. It was disorienting, but not unpleasantly so. Her point-of-view switched back to her own eyes, and she watched as Kris lowered her chin, and slipped backwards between her legs until all Caryn could see was the top of Kris' head. Then she felt Kris fasten her lips around her clitoris, and Caryn surrendered to the wave of pleasure that suddenly overwhelmed her sensorium. Kris sucked gently at Caryn's clitoris, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Caryn was writhing her hips beneath her. Kris penetrated Caryn with her index finger, probing as deeply as she could into Caryn's vaginal canal. She brought her finger against the ridged walls, feeling the muscles ripple as Caryn approached another orgasm. When Kris felt the muscles clamp down against her finger, she sucked Caryn's clitoris as far into her mouth as it would extend, and then bit down on it, grinding her teeth gently against the sensitive tissue. She heard Caryn scream, and looked up to see Caryn thrashing her head from side to side. Kris kept Caryn's clitoris clamped between her teeth, and teased it with quick flicks of her tongue. She held her suspended in her orgasm for a long time, finally releasing Caryn's clitoris when she felt Caryn's vaginal muscles relax slightly from around her finger. She crawled up to a position next to Caryn, wrapping her arm around Caryn's shoulders, and pulling her head gently against her breasts. She waited for Caryn to come back from her orgasm. Caryn's eyes fluttered open. In her fourteen years on the planet, the last two of which as a sexually aware young girl, she had never felt anything as intensely pleasurable as what Kris had just done to her. Her body was tingling all over, with concentrated nodes of sensation at her breasts and vagina. She turned towards Kris and threw her arms around her. Hugging her close, she whispered, "Oh Kris. Thank you. What an incredible sensation." I should find some way to thank Terry, too, she said to herself. But I will worry about that later. Aloud she said, "But I think I will thank you -- right now." Reaching down, she began to caress Kris' mons with her palm. Kris spread her thighs, and placed a palm on the back of Caryn's head and pulled her head towards her. She kissed Caryn deeply, her tongue probing far down Caryn's throat. She broke the kiss, and moaned softly as she felt Caryn tentatively, and them with firm intent, penetrate her vagina with her fingers. She thrust her pelvis in counterpoint to Caryn's rhythmic penetration of her vagina, feeling an orgasm building up deep inside of her. Kris rode the wave of pleasure, and delighted in the new, physical dimension that had been added to her relationship with Caryn. When her orgasm had run its course, she opened her eyes and gazed intently at Caryn. "Yes, I think so too," she said and laughed. Caryn raised her eyebrows quizzically. "Think what?" "I think you should find some way to thank Terry. She will be back next week. I think showing up for dinner wearing that babydoll will let her know in no uncertain terms how you want to thank her." "But how did you know? And do you mean thank her... like this...? "Oh yes, Caryn. And I want to watch. And help thank her." Kris captured one of Caryn's nipples between her lips, and as Caryn's body began to respond, Caryn realized that making love to Terry was exactly what she wanted to do. 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