Kinky Trans Actions 1

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Don't get your hopes up - DMM isn't back. I'm still pursuing my new life as Lacey O'Shea, but I had a few loose ends that Rachael is tying up. This is one of those very loose ends. KTA is a custom story that I'm writing for a very generous client who said it was okay to share this little (or maybe not-so-little) gem with you. I hope you enjoy it...

I almost included a trigger warning, but given the title and the nature of my pervy audience, I don't think one is needed. So, consider yourself warned. Now drop your pants and get to it!

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Kinky Trans Actions: Part 1

by C & Rachael

Chapter 1

Paige wakes up and can hear her mom moving around the apartment.  She wants to stay in bed all warm and snuggly, but she has to get up for school.  Plus, her brain is now awake and going a mile a minute, so no chance of falling back to sleep, not even for five more minutes.  Her alarm goes off and she blindly slaps at it until it goes silent.

She’s actually looking forward to going to school today.  She talked to the new girl at their school yesterday and she seemed super nice.  She’s hoping they can become friends, but Paige doesn’t want to be a weirdo about it and scare her off.  Her name is Harper, and there’s just something about her that is so…tempting.  No, that’s not the right word.  Maybe…inviting?

“Get up for school, sweetheart!” her mom calls from the end of the hallway.  “Lunch money is on the table.  See you when I get home.  Love you!”

Her mom only had to go to the one job today.  Mondays, Wednesdays, and weekends she worked nights at a McDonald’s.  Thankfully, it’s one a few towns away, so that saved Pagie a great deal of embarrassment.  Her mom worked hard to support them and always had.  Paige grew up without a father, which was fine by her.  Her mom was all she ever needed.

Mom got knocked up at 17 while she was still in high school (only a year older than Paige is now).  The guy (or “the sperm donor” as Paige thought of him) took off and joined the Army or something never to be heard from again.  Good riddance.

The only issue is that because of all that happened to her, Mom doesn’t like men.  And she certainly doesn’t like boys - especially high school boys.  The problem being that Paige loves boys!  Sure, they are usually jerks, and usually smell bad, and usually aren’t very nice most of the time, but they’re always endlessly fascinating creatures nonetheless.

She never had a boyfriend, and with the way things were going, she never would.  She is pretty, according to her friends, but that doesn’t seem to be doing her any good.  She wouldn’t even know what to say if a guy tried to talk to her.  She fantasized about it all day at school and was constantly rehearsing conversations in her head about what she wanted to say, but when she got the chance to talk to a boy, she’d just scuttle away like the cowardly little mouse that she is.

The thing of it is, Paige was ugly up until this past summer.  Bad hair, a stumpy body, her face was all out of proportion, and those damned braces on her stupid teeth.  “Paige belongs in a cage,” was the taunt that became popular in elementary school and followed her up until the last school year.

She always thought she had nice eyes, but not nice enough to overcome all of the negatives.  After her best friend Amy moved away at the end of the last school year, things started to change for her.  And it wasn’t because Amy left, but it seemed that puberty was actually doing her some favors.  She grew four or five inches almost overnight.  She was no longer a stumpy troll but had these long legs, and slender hips like she never had before.  Plus, her boobs came out of nowhere.

They settled in at about a solid C-cup, depending on where she was shopping.  They didn’t get much attention, but even that never translated into guys actually talking to her or anything.  But, it was the beginning of this year that she got a new set of friends.  They were all pretty and popular - at least more popular than she was.  Even this wasn’t enough to put her on anyone’s radar as far as boys go.  She had transformed into something much better than she had ever been, but inside she still felt like the same schlubby girl that no one ever noticed, except when they needed someone to make fun of.

It didn’t really matter, she’s such a dorkus that she wouldn’t even know what to do with a boyfriend if she had one.  All she knows about naughty stuff is what they learned in sex ed class about sperm fertilizing eggs and that sort of junk.  All she ever got from her mom is how sex gets you pregnant, gives you all kinds of diseases, and ruins your life.  If sex is so bad, why is everyone obsessed with it?  Why is she so obsessed with it?

And her friends, if you can call them that, were no help.  Amy had been her only real friend and she was gone.  That left her with Claire, Madison, and Grace who were just girls she knew more than real friends.  They weren’t like the kind of friends you could tell your secrets to, and talk about boys and stuff with…like, “really” talk about boys with.

Paige hears the front door close as her mom leaves, then she waits another thirty seconds.  When her mom doesn’t come back for something she forgot, Paige hops out of bed and goes to where she keeps her Seventeen and CosmoGirl magazines and extracts a well-worn issue of Men’s Health hidden in the middle of the stack that she stole from her dentist’s office.

She tosses it on the bed and strips off her pajamas, leaving her in only a pair of plain cotton panties.  Paige gets into bed with the magazine, squeezes her big tits, plucking at her nipples to get the excitement jump-started, and then opens the magazine and flips to her favorite thing.  It’s a full-page ad of a handsome, vaguely Hispanic-looking man wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs.  His muscles are well-defined, he has just the right amount of body hair, and if you look closely you can barely see the outline of his big penis in his underwear.  This image drives Paige crazy, no matter how many times she’s gotten herself off to it.

“Oh, Rodrigo, are you going to let me see it today?” she whispers as she slips her hand into her panties.  “Pull your shorts down for me…please, Rodrigo…I want it so bad…show it to me…show me your cock…your big, hard cock…I want it…”  Her hand is already moving fast in her panties - she has to hurry or she’ll be late for school.  “I want it in me…in my mouth…in my pussy…I’ll even take it in my ass if you want…oh, fuck…yes…”

Talking dirty always makes her come faster for some reason.  She doesn’t question it and just enjoys the sound of her own voice saying those nasty things.  “Oh, yeah, let me see your balls…so nice…play with them for me…play with your cock…you’re horny for me, aren’t you?  Do you want to see my pussy?  Want me to show it to you?”  

Paige goes up on her knees and yanks her panties down as far as she can.  She reaches around and fingers her hole with one hand from behind, while she frantically strums her clit with the other.  She is so happy that she discovered how to masturbate.  She got the idea about a year ago from a sexy romance novel that Amy let her borrow.  The lady in the story masturbated in chapter 2, and it became Paige’s mission in life to figure out what that was all about.

It took a few tries, but once she worked it out and had her very first orgasm, she was hooked!  She pretty much made herself come every day since then, often more than once.  She loves masturbating, and can’t imagine anything better than giving yourself an orgasm.  Especially with the help of Rodrigo’s cock, and balls, and muscles.  Rodrigo probably isn’t his real name, but that’s the one Paige gave him, and it works for her.  “Ah, my Rodrigo,” she moans.

She thinks about checking out some of the other pages: the hot guy demonstrating how to lift weights, the romance article with the soft, black-and-white picture of a shirtless man cuddling close with a topless woman, or the sexy swim team featured in the nutrition section.  But, it’s too late for that, she’s already on the verge of her orgasm.  She focuses on his crotch and picks up her speed.

“That’s right, fuck me!  Fuck my slutty pussy!  Give me that cum…I want all of it!  Come on my pussy, on my tits, come all over my face, baby!  I want your cum!  Ahhhh-yeeeeeaaahhh!”

Her body convulses as her orgasm takes over.  It’s the greatest feeling no matter how many times she makes it happen.  It never isn’t the best!  Paige’s hips shudder and hump as she wrings out every last trickle of ecstatic sensation her pussy has to offer.  She wants to go again and have another one, but she has to get ready for school.  Maybe she’ll have time for one more in the shower if she skips washing her hair.

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Erin climbs into her old Toyota Corolla and sighs.  She needs to get a new car, but there’s no way she can handle the third job she’d need to be able to afford it.  And with Paige being so close to college, it’s a looming financial problem that will be upon her soon.  She hates the idea of being in debt, but it looks like huge school loans are going to be the only option for them.  Why did her daughter have to end up being so smart?  In the long run, it will probably turn out better than being an idiot like her.

She eases onto the road, dodges the slalom course of tire-destroying potholes, and makes her way to the nursery where she works full time.  It’s a crappy job but she likes being around the flowers and plants all day.  She’s been offered the manager position a few times over the years, but the folks who take that job rarely last more than a year, so Erin has so far steered clear of accepting the “promotion.”  The extra money would be nice though.

Maybe she should call Paige to make sure she got up and is on her way to school.  Erin knows she doesn’t have to worry.  Paige is a responsible kid and never lets her down.  No need to check up on her, but it’s a mother’s curse to always worry.

The thing she worries about the most is her little girl getting herself pregnant.  That is the last thing she wants for her.  She is still paying for that mistake herself.  Of course, she never considered Paige a mistake - she’s the most precious and important thing in her life, but still…

Erin can sense that things between them will get strained soon, and she dreads it.  Paige is very obviously interested in boys, and Erin’s strict no-boys policy is going to come to a head before long.  She grips the wheel a little tighter and mentally steels herself.  She has to stand firm.  No boys, and absolutely no dicks.  Which means no pregnancies to upend their lives.

It will be tough, especially now that her daughter has become a bona fide hottie, but one day Paige will thank her for protecting her from all the toxic sperm out there doing everything it can to get into her sweet, virgin pussy.  Erin tries to get her mind on something else.  Why do her thoughts always end up at her daughter’s pussy?  Sure she’s cute, maybe even sexy, but she is too young to be sexualized - especially by her own mother.  There were plenty of other pussies out there in the world that she could think about without feeling guilty about it.

She arrives at The Evergreen Garden Center and parks.  It takes her a few minutes before she’s able to motivate herself to step out of the car and get going.  Once inside, she goes to find Gayle, the other shift supervisor.  She finds her watering the new boxwoods that just came in.  Erin sneaks up and smacks her wide, juicy ass.

Gayle yelps and turns around looking angry.  When she sees that it’s only Erin she smiles and shakes her head.  “Stop that, you’re going to get us into trouble.”

“No one’s around.  Diego is around back on the tractor loading mulch.”  She steps closer and slips her hand into Gayle’s crotch, squeezing her plump vulva gently.  

Gayle breathes out a soft moan.  “You can’t do this to me first thing in the morning, you bitch.  Now I’m going to be walking around for the rest of the day with soaking wet panties.”  She takes hold of one of Erin’s modest breasts and kisses her on the lips.  

Gayle isn’t in particularly good shape, but Erin doesn’t care about that.  She’s no prize herself: a middle-aged woman with an athletic frame that some would call masculine.  Her daughter tells her she has a beautiful body.  Erin appreciates it, but Paige has to say that.  Even so, Erin has come to accept her body the way it is and has learned that you don’t have to have to be a hyper-feminine swimsuit model to be sexy.  And she thought Gayle’s round, “fluffy” body was sexy as fuck.

Erin reluctantly breaks the kiss.  “What good is having a fuck buddy if you can’t fuck with them?”

She knows Gayle hates it when she calls her that, but it turns her on to say it.  “

“Do we have time?”

“For what?”  Erin slides her hand up and gets some boob action for herself.

“For me to eat you out in the office before we open?”  This is followed by more passionate kissing.

“Hey, Gayle!” they hear Diego calling from near the back door.  “Where go the order of today?”

The women quickly part, straighten themselves up, and hurry off in opposite directions; Gayle toward the back door, and Erin to the office…both with soaked panties.

As she goes, she wonders if Diego has a big cock.  Not that she cares, but he does seem to have big dick energy - whatever that means.  She reminds herself that the last thing she needs in her life is a dick and everything that comes along with it.  She gets all the sex she needs from Gayle and the ladies she picks up at Adrenalynn, the lesbian bar near her part-time job.  

There’s no room in her life for a penis, even if she wanted one.  If she needs to get fucked, she has plenty of toys at home for that.  Sure, she sometimes misses having a living cock all up in her, but she’s gone without for so long now she’d hate to spoil her streak of dick sobriety at this point.  She might be able to lie to herself and say that she could have just one cock and that would be it, but she knew just one would be enough to bring her addiction to dick back stronger than ever.  One day at a time.  

Erin arrives at the office, goes in, and pulls down her pants hoping Gayle will be there soon to eat her out as promised.  She reaches into her panties and finds that she’s wet as fuck.  Dammit, she should know better than to get herself all revved up this early in the day.  She can’t wait and starts by rubbing her firm clit while standing with her pants around her ankles.  What would her daughter think of her if she could see her now?  That thought spurs her on even more.

That slut Gayle better hurry up or she’s going to miss out, Erin thinks as she masturbates herself fast and hard in pursuit of an urgently needed orgasm.

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Chapter 2

Paige goes through the usual motions of her usual routine.  School is so boring.  She has the impulse to pull a fire alarm as she walks to her first class just to liven things up a little.  That’s when she sees Harper coming the other way.  

It’s hard to miss her.  She’s taller than most girls and…substantial.  Not that she’s fat or anything, she’s got a smokin’ hot bod that she isn’t afraid to show off, but she is very…”strongly” built for a girl, in a way that is very…attractive.  And her hair is pink today!

She wears it in a cute pixie cut.  Just yesterday she was an exaggerated blond sex pot.  But the cotton candy pink looks funky and hot as fuck.  She is getting a lot of looks.  Paige could never be bold enough to do anything to draw that kind of attention to herself.  She has to admire Harper for her fearless nature.  Including having the guts to wear a skirt as short as the one she has on.

Paige had legs that were almost as long and as shapely as hers, but she isn’t willing to show them off like that.  Plus, her mom would never let her leave the apartment looking that way, especially wearing fishnet stockings like the ones Harper had on.  Did she get those at some kind of stripper shop?  They were hella sexy!  Harper must have some super cool parents.

On top of everything else, she had a great set of boobs.  They had to be at least D-cups, maybe double-Ds…unless she was wearing a padded bra. Whatever was going on under her shirt, Paige felt like even her big boobs didn’t measure up.

“Oh, hey, Paige!” Harper greets her, and for some odd reason that gives her butterflies in her tummy.  That only usually happens when she thinks about talking to a guy she likes.  She stops right there in the middle of the hallway to chat, not caring that they are blocking about a hundred people trying to get by.  “On my way to English, yawn.  Romeo and Juliet.  It would be so much more interesting if it was Juliet and Juliet, don’t you think?”

“Ha…yeah, it would.”  Oh, God, quit sounding like an idiot, Paige silently scolds herself.  She has to say something cool to save this.  “So, I, um, usually eat lunch out in the courtyard.  It’s a nice day, want to join me?”  Oh, God, that was lame.  Duh!  So much for trying to be cool.

“Fuck, yeah!  The caf totally sucks balls.”  Hearing Harper say that makes her nipples tingle for some strange reason.  “I’m down for that.  We can talk more about Juliet and Juliet!”  She looks like she wants to say more, but she’s swept away toward English class with the crowd.  All Paige can do is wave and start trying to think of witty things she can say at lunch.  This is going to be a nightmare, she laments on her way to American History.

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Paige sits on the stone bench in the courtyard and tries not to be disappointed that Harper didn’t show.  She’s way too cool to want to hang out with a loser like her.  It would have been nice to have a friend like her, but she was used to getting by pretty much on her own, so no big deal.

“Hey, girl, is this seat taken?”  

Paige looks up and breaks out in a huge smile when she sees that it’s Harper, looking sexy as fuck…per usual.  She scootches over, even though there’s plenty of room for her to sit.  Harper settles down next to Paige…about as next to her as she can be.  This makes Paige feel good…maybe she really would like to be friends.

“I’m glad you could make it, I…I…nothing.”

“Yeah, I had to stay after in Algebra.  Polynomials, my ass.  They should be teaching us something useful, like polyamory.  That’s a class I’d be willing to do the homework for!”

Paige doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but it sounds like something sexual so she just smiles and nods along like she understands what Harper is saying.  All Harper has is a banana and a carton of milk.  That must be why she’s in such great shape.  Paige is pretty fit herself, but she hasn’t really mastered the art of projecting sexiness the way Harper does.  She stuffs the rest of her PB&J back in her lunch sack and instead munches on one of the carrot sticks her mom always packed but that she never usually eats. 

[fix earlier mention of Lunch Money]

“Algebra sucks,” Paige says, not sure where to go with that.  “But Billy Kressi is in my math class, so that makes it worth going to.”  Did she just admit that she has a crush on Billy K?  How stupid can she be?  That isn’t the kind of thing you just tell someone out of the blue!  How embarrassing.  She waits for Harper to tell her what a dork she is.

“He’s the one with those blue eyes, right?  A football player?  Jocks can be such assholes sometimes, but he seems nice.  I bet he has a great dick.”

Could Harper read her mind?  How did she know Paige was thinking about Billy’s dick at that moment?  “I bet so, too,” she responds awkwardly.  There is so much more she wants to say on the subject of Billy’s dick, and dicks in general, but she doesn’t want to let on how little she knows about the subject.  “I’m a jock,” Paige offers, then cringes.  “I play soccer,” she adds, not helping her cause in the least.  Why did she say that?

“Really?  I should have guessed.”

“Why?  Because I’m such an asshole?”  Paige waits until Harper laughs before she does.  Whew, that was a close one.

“You’re the only non-asshole I’ve met since I came to this school.”  She leans over and nudges Paige with her shoulder.  “No one else even talks to me unless it’s to say something obnoxious.  The girls here are so catty.”

“Catty? Llike how?”

“Like how Julie Doyle made a comment to Tessa this morning loud enough for me to hear about the ‘clown wig’ I have on today.  Bitch.”

“I love your hair,” Paige is quick to come to her defense.  “It’s very…unique.”

“Exactly.  That’s why I like it.  I don’t want to be just another boring cog in this machine that fits in like everyone else and does only what’s expected.  I think it’s important to shake things up.”

“I almost pulled a fire alarm earlier just for something different and unexpected could happen and so today wouldn’t be like every other day.  I get what you mean about being unique.”  Paige feels like a real hypocrite.  She’s never done anything unique or special in her whole life.  And that is something that she can’t blame on her mother.  That is all her.

“That would have been fun, break up the monotony a little at least.  But weren’t you afraid you’d get into trouble?”

“Did you hear a fire alarm go off today?”  Harper shook her head.  “I never get into trouble - I’m not that brave.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.  You’re here having lunch with a clown.  That’s brave in its own way.”

“Best lunch I’ve ever had out here,” Paige says and gives Harper a shoulder nudge of her own.  They both laugh and it feels like they’re already friends.  How is it possible to be this happy?

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“Something smells good,” Erin says as she comes in the door.  Paige meets her with a big hug and helps her with the grocery bags she’s carrying.  “You made dinner?  What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, just thought you could use a break.  It’s only spaghetti and meatballs.  No big whoop.”

“Great, because I’m starving.  Such a good daughter.  I’m going to go change out of these work clothes.”

“Good, you smell like fertilizer.”

“Is that a nice way of telling me I smell like shit?”

“No comment,” Paige jokes and goes to stir the sauce.

Once in her bedroom, Erin strips down to nothing.  It feels so good to be out of that bra.  She jiggles her tits and lets them breathe while she hunts up a pair of dry panties.  She returned the favor for Gayle just before closing behind a tall row of Cat Palms.  Gayle was happy to drop trou, bend over, and let Erin lick her out from behind.  She was a bit ripe from working all day, but it was still exciting to eat pussy at work while the shop was still open.  The risk is always a thrill.

She pulls on a T-shirt and thinks about leaving it at that, but she doesn’t want to scandalize her innocent daughter.  She finds a pair of sweatpants to complete her ensemble.  As she does, she notices her nipples are poking up under her shirt.  No big deal.  Paige has tits, too, so she won’t care.  Right after dinner, she’s going to excuse herself so she can get to bed early and go crazy on herself with a dildo…or two, and maybe wonder about Diego’s huge cock some more.

Erin returns to the kitchen to the sound of Paige tunelessly singing whatever the latest pop song the kids are listening to these days.  “You’re in a good mood.  Did Mr. Wellsley assign extra homework or something?”

“Ha!  Right.”  Paige dumped a big pot of pasta into a strainer in the sink, unleashing a cloud of steam.  “I made a new friend today!”

“Oh, really?” her mom responds suspiciously.  “Not a boy, I hope.”

“Nope.  Her name is Harper and she’s super cool.  Her hair was pink today!”

“Oh, I don’t know if I like the sound of that.  Is she one of those punk girls or something?”

“Nothing like that - she’s a totally normal girly girl,” she tells her mom, hoping she sounds convincing.  She doesn’t want her to know how wild Harper really is or she might flip out.

“She sounds nice.  Is she pretty?”

“What the heck, Mom?  Why would that even matter?”

Erin shrugs, knowing that was a dumb question to ask.  “I don’t know, I wasn’t sure if you’re interested in this new girl as just a friend, or maybe something more.”

“Oh, God, not this again!”  She checked the meatballs to make sure they were done.  “Mom, I told you a hundred times I’m not going to be a lesbian.”

“I never said you should…I just want you to keep your options open.  You’re too young to know what you are yet.  I didn’t know myself until you started middle school.  It changed my life…for the better.  I don’t want you to wait that long to discover how good it is with other girls, that’s all.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.”  She put the spaghetti, meatballs, and sauce together in a big bowl and brought it to the table.  “So, does that mean you wouldn’t mind if I invited Harper over some time so we can go down on each other?”

“You don’t have to be nasty about it,” Erin says, trying to hide her amusement at the comment.  “But, sure, I’d like to meet this girly girl friend of yours.  Will Maddie or Grace be coming too?”

“Uch, no.  They don’t like coming here - they say there’s nothing to do.  They always just want to hang out at Claire’s house because she has a pool and a media room and junk like that.  They can be total snobs sometimes.”

“I never liked that Claire.  She always seemed too snooty for me.  I miss Amy.”

“So do I.”  Paige gets the garlic bread out of the oven, cuts it up, and brings it over to the table.  “Chow time,” she announces and sits down.

Erin can’t help but notice how her daughter’s eyes keep going to her chest…to her obviously hard nipples poking up conspicuously.  That shouldn’t turn her on…but it does.

“Everything looks great!”  Her mom is honestly impressed with the effort.  “You’re such a good girl.  How did I get so lucky?”

“It’s not luck, my momma raised me right,” she says with a bratty tone, then smiles and wrinkles her nose.  They both dig in and talk about everything and anything, to the point where Erin forgets about her urgent need to play with her dildo collection and she just delights in spending time with her daughter while she still can.  She remembers how much she and her mom fought and it’s only a matter of time before Paige turns into the teenage monster she once was herself.

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Chapter 3

Harper is waiting on the bench in the courtyard when Paige arrives with her lunch.  That alone is enough to give her happy tingles all over her body.  So weird, that never happens when she’s around her other friends.  

“What’s up, slut,” Harper greets her with a smile.  Paige loves that she called her a slut, even though she isn’t a slut at all - not by a longshot.

“Nothin’ much, bitch,” she answers, doing her best to make sure her tone stays light.  Why is she so nervous?  Paige sits down, and slides closer…close enough so their hips are touching.  Maybe her mom is onto something with the lesbian thing.  “So, did Romeo make his move yet?”

“Ugh, who can tell.  Why did they have to write so confusing back then?  I don’t know how come they can’t just fuck and live happily ever after.  They were probably both virgins or whatever.”

“Probably.  But just so you know, I’m still a virgin,” Paige blurts out then almost chokes on the bite of the banana she just bit off.  “I mean, nothing…or, I don’t know…never mind.”

“No, don’t be embarrassed.  I think that’s cool.  I can’t believe a hot piece of ass like you hasn’t been tapped yet, but if you can keep a secret…I’m still a virgin, too.”  This last part is said in a whisper, and the two girls have to giggle at themselves.

“I hope you don’t expect me to believe that.  You know way too much about sex not to have done it by now.”

“Why do you think I know anything about sex?”

Paige wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Why did she even say that? And, why did she think that?   “Just a vibe I get from you, that’s all.  Maybe it’s because you always dress so sexy.”  Paige can’t stop her eyes from going to Harper’s cleavage.  How did she get away with showing so much boob at school?  Probably none of the male teachers were complaining.

“Well, I guess I know a thing or two, but only because of porn.”

“You’ve done porn before - I knew it!”  It takes Harper a second to catch on that she was only joking, and they both laugh.

“No, you silly slag, I mean I’ve seen porn before.  My parents have a whole bunch of old DVDs that I found and it’s pretty hot stuff.  Everything I know about sex I learned from watching those.”

“I’ve never seen porn.  I only live with my mom and all she has is a bunch of dildos.”  Why was she talking about this stuff so openly like it was nothing?  Despite how cringe she’s being, Paige is loving this conversation!

“My mom has a vibrator, but it’s a small one.  I don’t think she ever even uses it.  Every time I check in her drawer it’s always in the same exact spot.”

“Maybe your dad is taking care of her so she doesn’t need it.”

“Maybe…my dad is like some kind of fuck machine.  I hear them going at it almost every night from my room…if I press my ear against the wall.”

“You really do that?” Paige can’t imagine admitting something like that to anyone.

“How else am I supposed to get myself off?”  Harper bit into one of the Doritos from the little baggie she had with her - was that her whole lunch?  But Paige couldn’t think about that at the moment - did Harper just confess that she listens to her parents having sex and masturbates?  No fucking way!  She is so much cooler than she had given her credit for.

“You’re so lucky.  I don’t have anything to listen to, just my mom trying to talk me into being a lesbian and stuff.”

“Oh, fuck.  So…are you?”

“A lesbian?  No!  I mean…I don’t think so.”  Paige is about to panic, she doesn’t know what to say in front of her new friend.  How does she want Harper to think of her?  It’s too exhausting to worry about all the time.  “I could be, I guess, but I like boys…a lot.  Except my mom won’t let me talk to them or have any friends that are boys.  It sucks.”

“That does suck.  But the good news is…you have me!”  Harper puts her arm around Paige and just like that gives her a big hug from the side.  “I’d kiss you, but I have Dorito breath.”

“I, ah…I like Doritos.”

“In that case…” She leans in and kisses Paige right on the lips.  She is taken by surprise but doesn’t resist.  It feels nice…real nice.  They part sooner than she wants to.

“Right out here in the open like that?” Paige says, looking around to see if anyone saw them.

“Sure.  Why not?  At my last school girls kiss like that all the time.”

“That’s great, but this isn’t your last school.”

“I thought California is supposed to be all progressive and queer-friendly.”  Harper looks like she’s thinking about coming in for another smooch.  Paige wants her to, but not here.

“That memo hasn’t gotten to the kids in this place.  That sort of thing is dangerous around here.”

“I like to live dangerously,” she says and comes in for that kiss she was withholding.  

Paige’s heart beats faster, not just because of the kiss but because she’s afraid. What will people say?  Will she get teased?  Will she get a reputation as a dyke?  Will they get into trouble for making out in school?  All these thoughts race through her mind before she realizes that she’s missing out on her first real kiss.  The feel of those soft lips against hers is glorious.  She thinks maybe she can easily fall in love with this girl…if she hasn’t already.  

It seems like Harper is willing to keep kissing for the rest of the day, so it’s up to Paige to end it before something else happens.  “Wow…” is all she can say.

“Wow is right,” Harper concurs.  “You’re a really good kisser.”

“Am I?  I mean…I don’t know…I just…”

“You’re so blushing right now.  You’re wicked cute.”

“Wicked?”

“Ha, sorry.  My last school was near Boston.  I guess I picked that up somewhere along the way. Everyone there thought I was ‘wicked smaht…and wicked weihd.’”

“Boston?  You don’t have one of those accents though.”

“Nah, I mostly grew up in Pennsylvania, but then we moved to Massachusetts for the hospitals they have there.”

“Hospitals?  Is everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah, everything’s cool now.  I, ah…my mom had a boob job and there were all kinds of complications so we had to go someplace where they could deal with all of that.  The Amish aren’t known for their cosmetic surgery skills.”

“Ha, guess not.  But is she alright now?”

“Yeah, sure.  Except that she’s jealous that my tits are bigger than hers.”  Harper grabs her boobs, causing them to bulge out of her top some, enhancing her already breathtaking cleavage.  Paige wants to grab those boobs herself, which surprises her - she never had those kinds of urges before.  What was this girl doing to her?

“So, anyway, my mom said she’d like to meet you.  Wanna come over to my place one of these days?”  Why does she feel like she’s asking Harper out on a date?  So stupid.

“Sure, that sounds awesome.  How about tomorrow?”

Paige wasn’t expecting it to be that soon.  “Okay, yeah, that would be good.  My mom doesn’t get home until around 5:00 though.”

“Works for me.  That will give us plenty of ‘alone time’ before she gets there.”  Did she mean that as suggestively as it sounded?  Judging from the way her pussy is twitching from hearing that, maybe she did.

“Cool.  I’ll just, um…”  The bell rings - how is lunch over already?  It’s only been two minutes, or at least that's what it felt like.  “I’ll meet you after last period, you can ride home with me on my bus.”

“Sounds like a plan, Stan.”  She boops Paige on the nose and heads for the trash can.  Paige just sits there watching her friend’s sweet ass sway as she walks away.  That girl is made of pure sex.  If she didn’t have a test in French that she had to get to, she would have gone straight to the girls’ room and rubbed one out like a dirty fiend…si vous plait.

But, instead, she schleps off to class, trying to think of something cool she can do with Harper during their “alone time” while they’re waiting for her mom to get home.

~ ~ ~

Chapter 4

Paige is nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time on the bus ride home with Harper squeezed into the seat right next to her. Her perfume smells so sexy.  Paige doesn’t even own any perfume.  She doesn’t know what she thinks is going to happen…or is supposed to happen…but there’s an undefined anticipation that has her on edge (in a good way).  They were just going to hang out and talk…no big whoop…right?

The whole walk from the bus stop to her apartment building Paige found herself apologizing that her place wasn’t much of anything.  Harper insists that it doesn’t matter to her, as long as she gets to hang out with her new bestie.  Paige hasn’t had a bestie since Amy went away.  She makes a promise to herself not to mess this up.

As soon as they walk into the apartment, Harper asks to see her room.  As soon as they walk into her room, Harper asks for a kiss.  Paige isn’t sure she’s ready for that, but she knows for sure she isn’t ready to say no.  And so they kiss.

It’s not like when they kissed in the courtyard…this time there’s tongue.  Paige tries not to freak out.  Not only does she have no idea how to French kiss, but she’s kissing another girl.  For some reason, it feels kind of natural, even though she knows it shouldn’t feel that way. That’s when a hand squeezes one of her butt cheeks…actually, not “a” hand - Harper’s hand.

Harper backs off, looking concerned.  “Sorry.  I’m moving too fast, aren’t I?  I didn’t mean to touch you like this…but…I just had to.”  She gives her friend’s butt cheek another squeeze.

“You don’t need to apologize…I like it…the kissing, that is…and, also the touching, I guess.”

Harper smiles but it seems forced.  She separates from Paige and looks around.  “I love how you’ve done your room…so girly.  Mine is pretty messed up.  I got into a goth phase just before we moved so I don’t have anything like this.”  She ran a hand along Paige’s frilly curtains.  “Half my junk is still in boxes, and all I’ve got is a mattress and box spring on the floor.  Maybe you can help me - I could use a good decorator.”

“Yeah…sure, of course…” Paige responds distantly, still distracted by the lingering sensation of Harper's breasts pressed against her chest.  Harper wanders around the tiny space, ends up at the stack of magazines, and flips open the one on top.  “Ten Surefire Flirting Techniques?  Is one of them to grab his dick?  That always seems to work for me.” This is followed by a musical giggle that makes Paige giggle along with her.

“I don’t really read any of those,” Paige lies, and goes to the magazines.  “Except this one…” she pulls her coveted issue of Men’s Health out of the midst of the stack.  What is it about this girl that makes her want to unveil all of her secrets?

“Oh, you dirty girl,” Harper tsks, her face brightening.  “Anything good in there?”

Paige opens it up to Rodrigo and holds her breath.

“Nice…” she says, her eyes scanning the sexy ad, settling on his bulge.  It looks like he has some big…underwear.”

“I think so too,” Paige says, happy that Harper seems into her favorite jerk-off inspiration.  “I’ve never seen one for real, though.  Just the stupid drawings in sex ed.”

“Those drawings suck.  They never show the dicks when they’re hard.  That’s the best.”

“You’ve seen one?”

“Sure.  Lots of times…”  It looks like she’s going to say something more, but thinks better of it.  Instead, she goes to her backpack and pulls something out…a DVD.  “I brought some porn if you’re interested.”

Just when she thinks it’s safe to breathe again, Paige’s lungs stop working, along with her brain.  She would get into so much trouble if her mom ever found her with an actual porno.  She is dying to watch it - with Harper, if possible.

“Do you have a DVD player?” she asks, spinning the disc on an index finger enticingly.

“There’s one in my Mom’s laptop, but she takes that with her to work.”  Maybe she could run out to the store and buy a DVD player!  Paige is almost desperate - that would eat up all the allowance she’d saved up and then some.  She has to get herself under control.

Harper just shrugs and tucks the disc into the Men’s Health magazine and reinserts it back into the stack.  “Maybe you can check it out later.  Just make sure you’re naked when you do!”

“Okay, yeah.  So…there’s hard dicks in it?”

“A bunch of them.  Along with boobs, vaginas, butts, and balls - nice, big, juicy, hairy balls.”

“Oh, geez,” is she really salivating right now?  Insane.  “Yeah, ah…I’ll check that out…when I get a chance.”  Paige is trying to sound casual about it, but she knows she’s not pulling it off.  Harper can probably tell how eager she is to watch her porn.

“So…do you want to do homework, or…”

“Or…?”

“Or…make out some more?”

Paige hesitates, but not for long.  She steps to Harper and tilts her head up.  Harper smiles, puts her hand on Paige’s cheek, then leans down and kisses her.  This time, Paige remembers to pay attention to the feeling of Harper’s body against hers…of Harper’s boobs pressing against hers.  Who knew kissing a girl could be this thrilling?

Harper moves them sideways, and they fall onto Paige’s bed.  There’s a second of confusion, then she realizes her friend meant to do that.  Very smooth.  They resume kissing and it’s the sexiest thing Paige has ever done.  

Harper’s hand is back on her butt.  So nice.  She takes a chance and reaches around and grabs her ass.  So soft and so firm at the same time.  Should she try to take her pants off?  Would that be too much?  She wants to get naked with her, but she doesn’t want to give away what a horny dork she is too soon.  She decides that she just has to relax and let Harper take the lead.

That’s when she hears the front door open and panic instantly sets in.  “That’s my mom!”  Paige jumps up and straightens out her clothes frantically.  “She’s home wicked early!”

Harper smiles at that.  “Maybe she’d like to join us,” Harper says, grabbing her own boobs playfully.

“Stop that,” Paige hisses, excited by her bold indifference to authority.  She needs to be more like her.  “I don’t want to get into trouble.  I really want my mom to like you.  We have to be good!”

“I can be good,” Harper says slyly and stands.  She kisses Paige on the neck and it just about melts her.  “Real good,” she purrs in her ear.

Paige has to resist the urge to pull her pants down on the spot and invite her friend to finger fuck her even though her mom is right in the next room.  Damn, that would be so hot.  But the problem is that she’s not a lesbian…not really…or, at least, not yet…

Her mom appears at her door with a big smile.  “I thought I heard voices in here.  And, who do we have here?  Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Ah, yeah, so…Mom this is Harper.”

Harper steps toward her and holds out her hand.  Her mom brushes that aside and goes in for a hug.  “Men shake hands, girls hug,” she explains, making sure Harper feels her breasts pressed against her own.  After a bit too long, Erin pulls away and tries to get herself under control.  She is too tempted to grab the girl’s pert, little behind.

“Harper?  I love that.  Just like Harper Lee, right?  The lady who wrote ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.’  C’mon, don’t pretend like you two don’t know who I’m talking about.  Paige, wasn’t that on your summer reading list last year?  Remember, you talked about how creepy that Boo Radley boy was.  I should probably read that again myself.”

Paige doesn’t want to tell her mom that she only watched the movie and never actually read the book.  She had no idea who wrote it and never really cared.  It was a school book.  But if she had the same name as her new friend, maybe she’d take a look at it one of these days.

“You know there were rumors about her…Harper Lee, that is,” Paige’s mom persists.  “Some people say she was a lesbian.”  That last word is spoken in a faux scandalized tone.  “Good for her, I say.  No one knows a woman’s body better than another woman…or girl,” she adds with a suggestive note.

Harper and Paige look at each other, neither knowing what to say to that or if they should even say anything at all.

.“What are you guys doing in here anyway?”

“Just…studying…and stuff.”

“I’ve got so much homework,” Harper complains.  “But if I want to get straight As again this semester, I’ve got to get it all done.”  She sighs like it’s a real burden.

Her mom likes hearing that.  “I like your attitude.  Maybe some of that will rub off on my straight C student here.”

“Mom, cut it out,” Paige whines.  She knows Harper isn’t getting straight As, at least not in Algebra, but if she’s going to lie about anything she picked the perfect thing that will make sure her mom approves of her.  There’s more to being wicked smaht than good grades.

“Do you girls want snacks or anything?”  Her mom never offers her afterschool snacks.  Do they even have any?

“That would be awesome,” Harper answers enthusiastically.  “And a frozen strawberry margarita for me, please.”

Paige just about passes out.  Why did she say something so dumb?  Her mom is going to flip out over that!

“Ha, yeah, I wouldn’t mind having one of those myself.  I'll rustle up some chips and grape juice…the non-alcoholic kind.”  Her mom adds in a cheeky wink before leaving to get their snack like they are on a playdate or something.  Although, they kind of are.

“Your mom is really cool,” Harper says when she’s out of earshot.  

“I don’t know who that woman is, but I think my mom has been replaced by aliens.” 

“Do you want me to follow her advice?” Harper asks and steps closer, putting her hands on Paige’s shoulders.

“Her advice?”

“Yeah…do you want me to rub off on you?”

“Oh…that, um…”  Why was her heart beating so fast all of the sudden?  “So…ah, yeah…I think I’d like you to rub off all over me.” That doesn’t even make sense, Paige would later realize, but it sounded good in the moment.  Not that she has any time to consider it right then as Harper comes in for a kiss.  Her lips are so soft and warm.  It’s probably just as good as kissing a boy…but also maybe it’s better.  Who knows? 

~ ~ ~

They were out of chips, and grape juice, so Erin served up some pretzels and orange juice.  As a consolation, she threw in some Chips Ahoy cookies from her secret stash hidden in the cabinet behind the whole-wheat Triscuits.  Not the fanciest offering for a guest, but it was the best she could do.  She should have stopped on the way home from work and picked up something.  But that would mean no lunch for the rest of the week.  It would have been worth it though to impress Paige’s new friend…her new cute friend…more accurately, her new sexy as fuck friend.

Erin keeps herself from mentally going down that dark path and listens in on the girls chattering away as they sit at the counter munching on the pretzels.  They’re talking about which teachers suck and which ones they like.  Typical.  Damn, that girl has nice boobs, Erin notes.  She isn’t able to stop that train of thought before she’s already picturing Harper naked and dancing around for her on a stripper pole.  She really has to quit doing that!  Sure, they were only her private thoughts, but who knows where they might lead her one of these days.

“Yeah, that would be awesome, I’ll ask.”  Hearing Paige saying this draws her attention away from her dangerous fantasies.  “Mom, can we have a sleepover this weekend?  Please, please, please?”

“I don’t know.  You have a game after school tomorrow, so that wouldn’t work.  And I’m going to Natalie’s retirement party Saturday, so I don’t know if this weekend will work.”

“She can come over Saturday, that way I won’t be all alone while you’re out at the party.  Harper, can your parents drop you off?” she asks excitedly.

“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.  I just won’t mention all the margaritas your mom lets us have!”  

“Too bad we’re all out of tequila, but enjoy that orange juice while you can.  This is last call.”  She shouldn’t be joking like that with the kids, but Harper was so much more fun than the other stuck-up bitches Paige usually hangs around with.

“So, can we, Mom?  You don’t have to worry about anything!  You can just go and enjoy the party and we’ll be fine.”

Erin is inclined to say no, would they be safe without her there?  She couldn’t tell Paige that her “party” was actually a night at Adrenalynn and possibly a hook-up (or two) with one or more horny ladies.  Saturday is the night when all the straight ones come out to satisfy their curiosity.  Those are her favorite types of encounters.  They remind her of the first time she went out looking for something new and exciting…and, boy, did she find it.

“Okay, I guess,” she says, more out of guilt than prudence.  “Just promise me you two will behave yourselves.”

“Don’t worry about us, Mrs. Huntley, we’ll be perfect little angels,” Harper assures her with an innocent grin.  That should have made Erin suspicious, but she is so damn cute there was no denying her.

“Okay, then.  Just have your mom call me so I can make sure you’re allowed to stay over.

“I will,” Harper says, elated.  “Thank you so much!”  She turns to Paige and tries not to grab her in front of her mom.  “This is going to be so much fun!”

Paige knows it will be fun, but from the look in Harper’s eye, she can tell what kind of fun she has in mind.  Is she ready for that?  Is she ready to…“do things” with another girl?  Sure, maybe it would technically be sex, if it went that far, but she always imagined her first experience would be with a boy - a cute one with a big dick.  She doesn’t have anything against pussy, necessarily, but what she craves more than anything is cock.  Hot, sexy, hard, boy cock!

No sense in worrying about any of that now.  Maybe Harper will be able to help her figure out how to get a boyfriend and that will take care of everything.  If the two of them fool around a little in the meantime, what’s the harm in that?  She wouldn’t even be thinking like this if it wasn’t for her mom putting perverted ideas in her head!

~ ~ ~ 

Paige is happy.  She doesn’t really think about it until she’s sitting in her living room staring at “The Scarlet Letter” and not reading a word of it.  When she thinks about it for two minutes it’s obvious that she’s happy because she’s going to see Harper later that day for their sleepover.  

She’s also nervous.  What’s going to happen?  She’s sure that they’ll do some more kissing, and she can’t wait for that, but will Harper want to go farther?  How far is Paige willing to go?  Would she let Harper feel her up?  Finger her?  Go down on her?  Will she even want to do those kinds of things with her?  Maybe she is worrying for nothing.  Probably Harper doesn’t even like her that way.  She’s just someone to practice kissing with and that’s all.

If nothing else, they can talk about sex, even if they don’t do anything.  Harper clearly knows things, secret adult things, and she wants to know those things too.  She tried to talk to her mom about sex stuff before, but that always went nowhere.  Paige is pretty much clueless about anything beyond the basics - and she isn’t totally sure about any of the basics either.

“Oh, wow - you’re doing your reading?” her mom comments as she comes out of the bathroom after giving it a good clean - no doubt for her guest that night.  “It looks like your new friend is a good influence on you, eh?”

“Yeah, maybe, I guess,” Paige answers without thought, but could that actually be true?  “She’s so smart.  I just don’t want her to know what a dummy I am.”

“Oh, stop that, you’re not a dummy, you just make dumb choices sometimes, that’s all.”  She comes and kisses Paige on the top of her head and pats her lovingly on the shoulder.  “It runs in the family.  I’ll shut up now and let you read.”

“Thanks, Mom.  And, um, thanks for letting Harper stay over tonight.”

“Sure, I love that you’re making new friends.  Especially cute ones with great boobs.”

“Mom, cut it out!  Why are you even looking at her boobs?”

“How can I not?  Are you kidding?  That girl wants to be noticed, so I’m just giving her what she wants.  You could learn a little something from her.”

“Yeah, right.  How about I just decide to have awesome boobs.  I should have thought of that before.”

“Don’t be like that.  You have lovely breasts.  To be honest, I’m jealous of you.  You didn’t get your boob genes from my side of the family.  But you did get our butt genes, that’s for sure.   Maybe tomorrow we can go out shopping and buy a nice, little pair of daisy dukes for you.  Show off that sexy backside of yours.”

“Aren’t you worried that all the boys are going to want me if I start dressing like that?”

That brought her mom up short.  “I am, but it will also let the girls know you’re up for anything.  You want to use that hot body of yours while you’re young, trust me, girl.  Don’t wait too long like I did.  Get it while you can.”

“Ugh, you’re so weird sometimes!”

“I’ve got news for you, baby cakes: I’m weird all the time!”

“So, you’d really be okay with me going out with another girl?”

“I’d prefer it.”

“And you’d be fine with us kissing and doing stuff together?”

Her mom has to think about that.  “Yeah, of course.  If it’s someone who treats you right, then I’d be okay with that…sure.”

“That means you don’t want me even talking to boys, but I can have all the sex I want with girls and you’re fine with that?”

“Oh…well…I don’t know if that’s exactly what I’m saying…but, if you find someone, some girl you like in that way, then I guess maybe I’m saying I wouldn’t have a problem with you exploring a little.  Discovering what the possibilities are.  Learning that there are alternatives.  Plus, no matter how much sex you have with a girl, you sure as shit won’t get pregnant.”

“Not again!  Just because you got stuck with a stupid baby doesn’t mean it happens to everyone who has sex!”

“Don’t say that.”  Erin comes and sits down on the sofa and hugs her daughter.  “I never once felt I was ‘stuck’ with you.  I love you more than anything in the world, and I just want you to be happy, that’s all.”

Paige can argue that point, but she doesn’t want to risk starting a fight with her mom and spoiling the night.  If she really wanted her to be happy, she’d drop this stupid no-boys thing of hers.  She keeps her mouth shut and hugs her mom back.  Is Harper someone who will treat her right?  Is she someone who Paige “likes in that way”?  Maybe…probably.

It is all she can do to not start rubbing her pussy through her tight yoga pants right there in front of her mother.  She purposely hasn’t masturbated since she saw Harper yesterday.  She wants to save all her horniness for her - if it even works like that.

All she knows is that she’s happy, and that’s all that matters right now.

~ ~ ~

Chapter 5

Calls were made, rides were arranged, and her room was all cleaned and tidied up.  She is ready for her sleepover.  Paige has no idea what is going to happen, but she’s pretty sure something will.  She brushes her teeth one more time before Harper arrives.  She’s quite certain there will be kissing…plenty of kissing.

Her mom is ready to go out, but she’s dressed way too sexy for a retirement party.  It didn’t matter, as long as she’s gone, that’s all Paige cares about.  This is working out perfectly.  The intercom beeped, and her mom buzzed the downstairs door open.  Those butterflies were back in her tummy.  Only this time, she knew why they were there.  Could this really be the night she has sex for the first time?  She tries not to get her hopes up too high, and forces herself to calm down.  She doesn’t want Harper to think she’s some kind of overly horny freak, or - to be accurate - to know she’s an overly horny freak.

Paige opens the door just in time to see Harper coming off the elevator.  She looks so damned hot!  A tight crop top, a flouncy skirt, bare legs, cute sandals, and that sexy neon pink hair of hers.  This girl has it all.  Paige wants to run to her and start making out right there in the hallway.  But she’s carrying a backpack, a plastic bag from the grocery store, and what looks like a rolled-up sleeping bag.

She manages to restrain herself and greets Harper at the door, trying not to let it show how giddy with excitement she is for tonight.  For a second, it seems Harper is going to give her a kiss hello, but then she spots her mom puttering around in the living room.  After a pause, she leans in and plants one right on Paige’s lips.  

“Oh!” they hear from her mom.  “Is that how girls say hello these days?”

Harper comes into the apartment as confident as can be.  “Yup.  You know how it is today.  Everyone’s gender fluid and pansexual.  Kissing is like the new high-five.”  She lies with such conviction that Paige almost believes her.

“You might be just what my Paige needs to bring her out of her shell.  I’m always telling her that she should be more…open to new things.”

“I’ll open her up, Mrs. H, I promise.”  Harper gives Paige a playful hip bump and goes to the kitchen.  “I hope you don’t mind,” she says and pulls a 2-liter bottle out of the grocery bag, “but I brought some Sprite if that’s okay.”

“Oh, sure, it’s a good thing you did - I totally forgot to go shopping for your little party.”

“That’s okay, because I also got some Doritos and Kit-Kats just in case.”  

“You two are going to be awake all night hopped up on sugar,” Erin worries.

“We’ll probably be up all night, but not because of the sugar,” Harper says cryptically.  Paige knows what she’s saying, but she hopes it goes over her mom’s head.

“I know how that goes,” her mom chuckles.  Did she really?  “The last thing I ever did at my slumber parties when I was your age was sleep.  And what is that you have there?”

Harper picked up her bundle and unfurled it.  “It’s my Little Mermaid sleeping bag!  I haven’t used it in years.”  She holds it up and everyone notices it’s only about four feet long.  Great for a kid, but not nearly big enough for a teen - especially one as tall as Harper.

“Oh, no, that won’t do,” Erin says in a disapproving tone.  “Paige’s bed is big enough - you two can share.”

“No, I couldn’t do that to her,” Harper insists disingenuously.  “I’ll be fine on the floor.  No biggie.”

“Nonsense,” her mom goes on.  “Nothing to be shy about.  I used to sleep with my friends all the time when I was in school.  It’s no biggie.  Right, Paige?”

Paige’s mind is drifting off into fantasyland until her mom’s voice snaps her back to reality.  “Oh, yeah, I don’t know.  It’ll be a little tight, but I guess it will be okay.  You can sleep with me if you want,” she says, hoping she isn’t being too obvious in front of her mom.  But her mom seems like she’s more than thrilled to hear that - double entendre and all.

“Okay, I’m off.  I’ll leave you two girls to it.”  She gathers up her purse and car keys.  “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she says to her daughter with a lecherous lilt, leans in and kisses her on the cheek, then is gone.

“How much time do we have?” Harper wants to know.

“Not sure.  She usually stays out until, like, one or two in the morning.  Sometimes on Saturdays, she’ll stay out all night.”

“Let’s hope this is one of those nights.”  She takes hold of Paige and pulls her in.  “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“I want you to do a lot of things.”

“Then let’s start with this.”  She goes in for the kiss.  The butterflies are stirred up for a moment, then settle down just as quickly.  This feels right…nothing to be afraid of.  After a minute or so of making out and a bit of groping, they part.

“What should we do now?” Paige asks, sounding kind of dreamy.

“Is your mom’s laptop here?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Wanna watch some porn?”

“Okay, sure!”

Paige finds her mom’s computer bag and brings it to her bedroom.  Harper has already retrieved the dirty DVD from its hiding place with Rodrigo, and has changed into her pajamas, so she decides to do the same.  She quickly shucks off her clothes down to her underwear, liking the way Harper is watching her with a keen eye.  She puts on her bottoms, but before she can put on her top, Harper speaks up.

“You’re not going to wear a bra to bed, are you?  Take it off.”

Paige hesitates.  She’d changed in front of girls before in the gym locker room and stuff, but this is different.  The way she’s being watched is something new.  Exciting, yes, but also a bit weird.  She shrugs and takes off her bra, exposing her tits and her little, pink nipples…which are crazy hard at the moment.

“Nice,” Harper murmurs, staring at her from the bed.  Paige doesn’t know how she’s supposed to react to that.  She just grabs her top and wiggles into it.  “Aww,” Harper pouts.  “Turn the lights off and come get into bed with me.”

It seems appropriate to do what they’re planning to do in the dark, so she hits the light switch and gets into bed with her friend.  She can’t believe she’s actually going to get to see her very first porno.  She has no idea what to expect.  Naked people, for sure, which will be super hot.

Harper opens the laptop, and Paige types in the password, then inserts the disc into the drive.  They settle in with the computer balanced between them on their thighs as they sit close together.  The movie starts.

It begins with two girls in bikinis by a pool.  They’re talking about something, but all Paige notices is that their suits barely cover their big tits, and there’s nothing but thin strings running up the cracks of their asses.  It’s sexy as fuck.  Her mom would never let her get a bathing suit like that!

It doesn’t take long before the girls in the movie are naked, and one of them is licking the other girl’s pussy right outside where anyone can see them.  It’s crazy.  Paige knew that girls were supposed to suck a guy’s dick, but she never heard of girls licking each other down there.  Is this what her mom meant about being a lesbian?  Is that what lesbians do?  It would probably feel good to have someone to do that to you, but is it something she’d want to do to another girl?

She looks over at Harper, who is staring intently at the screen.  It would probably depend on the girl. If Harper wanted her to lick her pussy, she’d probably think about doing it.  Yeah…she’d definitely give it a try with her. 

Harper picks up one of Paige’s many stuffed toys and puts it in her lap.  That seems weird.  Then she realized that it is probably to hide the wet spot she must be getting in her pajamas.  Paige wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t wearing any panties.  She suddenly felt silly for leaving hers on.  But now there was a guy coming out to join them by the pool.

He is young and has a really good body.  The girls just keep licking as he takes off his shorts.  

“Oh, my God!  Why is his thing so big?” Paige squeals.

“What do you mean?”

“That can’t be real!  Guys don’t walk around with dicks that big in their pants all day.”

Harper laughs.  “They’re not always that big.  Only when a guy gets turned on.  Usually, it’s little and all limp and stuff.  Remember the drawings in Sex Ed?  They’re usually more like that.  A guy’s penis only gets big and hard when they want to fuck or something.”

“Ah, okay, that makes sense.”  Paige doesn’t know if she believes her friend.  It doesn’t seem possible, but she has to take her word for it.  One day, when she has a boyfriend, she’ll find out for herself.

They both watch silently as things heat up.  The guy slaps one of the girls on the ass, and she likes it.  He then sucks a boob  - that looks like it would feel good to get your titty sucked on.  One of the girls is playing with herself.  Paige never saw a girl touching her own pussy before (other than in the bathroom mirror).  It looks super hot.  

“Porn is pretty awesome,” she says in a hushed tone.

“I agree,” Harpers answers after a few seconds.  “This dude has a nice cock, don’t you think?”

“Yeah…he does.  What’s he going to do with it?”

“Watch and see.”

The next thing that happens is he gets his dick sucked.  First by one girl, then by both at the same time.  It looks like they’re really enjoying it, and so is he.  Paige can’t wait to suck a cock.  As much as her mom is nudging her toward being a lesbian, she still has a fascination with penises that she doesn’t think will ever go away.  She desperately wants to know what one tastes like.

“Did you ever suck a guy’s thing before?”

Harper doesn’t answer right away.  Maybe she’s too distracted by the naked people having sex on the screen in front of them. 

“I’ve given a couple of blowjobs.  My first one didn’t go so well, but I got the second one right.”

“So, then…what happened?”

“He came in my mouth…a lot.”

“Seriously?  Is that how it’s supposed to happen?”

“I guess.  He knew what he was doing, so I just went with it.”

“How was it?”

“Not good…at first.  The penis kind of swells up, then the jizz spurts out - faster than you’d expect it to.  You choke a little at first, but then I swallowed it all down.”

“Swallowed it?  For real?”

“He told me to.  He was moaning and saying ‘Eat my cum, bitch, eat it!’ and so I did.”

“Was it gross?”

“At first I thought it was, but then it wasn’t so bad.  Later, after I thought about it, I kind of think I liked it.  I haven’t done it since that time, but I wouldn’t mind tasting some more cum one of these days.  How about you?”

“I’ve never even seen a dick…if you don’t count this porno.  I wouldn’t mind trying one in my mouth though.  I really need to get a boyfriend,” she sighs.

“That shouldn’t be a problem for you.  You’re so pretty and have a sexy bod.  I’m sure there are a lot of guys who’d love to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah?  Is that why none of them talk to me…like, ever?”

“That doesn’t make much sense.  If I were a guy, I’d talk to you.  I’d might even let you suck my dick!  Ha!”

“Then it’s too bad you’re not a guy!”  It dawns on Paige at that moment that she can’t just wait around for a guy to make the first move…she is going to have to be the one to do something if she ever wants to get a boyfriend.  “What happened with the first time you tried doing a blowjob?”

“It was with my cousin, Jeffery.  His family was visiting us from Virginia.  We were out in the woods playing, and I turned around and he had his cock out.  It was hard and he was waving it around.  It wasn’t as big as this guy’s, but it looked good to me.  I didn’t know anything about sex back then, but I just went down on my knees and opened my mouth.  He put it in and I started sucking.  I had no idea what I was doing.”

“Oh, wow, I could never be that brave.”

“You can if you’re horny enough.  But then he got scared or something and pushed me away then ran off.  I’ve seen him a couple times since then, but we never talk about it or anything.”

“That sucks.”

“Pun intended?”

“Oh…ha…no, sorry.  I don’t have any cousins.  My mom is an only child, and my dad was never around.”

“That really sucks.”

“Wait, what’s happening now?”  On the screen, one of the girls was on her hands and knees and wiggling her butt.  The guy was behind her holding his dick, while the other girl got in front of her and spread her legs.

“She’s going to go down on her, and he’s going to fuck that one,” Harper explains matter-of-factly.

“They’re going to show actually fucking?” Paige is almost too excited to contain herself.  She knows how stupid she sounds, but doesn’t care.  This feels like a safe space.

“They sure are.  Get ready.”

Paige turns to Harper and kisses her on the lips.  “Thanks so much for this.  I never knew porn was so much fun!”

“There’s a reason everyone watches it!”

Paige wants to tell her how wet her pussy is getting, and how much it’s aching to be touched.  As much as she wants to, she isn’t going to just start masturbating right there like a total freak.  She turns back to the screen, and something looks off.  “Wait, that can’t be right.  What’s he doing to her?”

“What do you mean?  He’s fucking her in the ass.”

“You can do that?”

“Well, you can’t, but guys can stick it anywhere they want.”

“But doesn’t that hurt?”

“At first, but then it gets okay, and then it gets good.  Really good.”

“Wait, have you done that before?”

“Yeah.”

“Hold on, you got fucked in your ass?”

“Just once.”

“But…I thought you said you were a virgin!”

“I am.  Doing it in the butt doesn’t count.”

“Oh, yeah…right.”  Paige had never heard that rule before, but then again she never heard of buttfucking before either, so maybe that’s why.  It made sense in its own way.

“I wouldn’t mind doing it like that again.  It gave me a pretty great orgasm.”

“Did it?  Wow, an orgasm that a boy gives you must be the best.”

“It was an older guy who did it to me, but yeah…it is the best.”

Paige suddenly feels like a naive little girl next to her friend.  Why did Harper even want to hang out with someone so clueless?  She had to find a way to become more experienced or Harper is going to get bored with her always being so stupid when it comes to sex, and boys, and stuff.

“I want to do ass sex,” Paige announces.

“They call it anal.”

“Then I want to do anal.  And, also, regular vagina sex.  Plus mouth sex.  I want to do it all!”

“You’re such a horny slut.  I love it.”  This time it’s Harper that goes in for the kiss.  As she does, her hand settles on one of Paige’s breasts.  She is shocked, but doesn’t resist.  This is what she was expecting to happen tonight…hoping would happen.  “Is this okay?”  Harper asks, squeezing her breast and giving it a little rub.

“This would be better,” she responds and takes her top off.  Harpers stares at her naked breasts, and stiff little nipples and smiles.  Her hand is back on Paige’s tits.  So warm and soft.

“Very nice,” Harper says, her hand moving to her other breast.  “You’ve got great boobs.”

“So do you,” Paige tells her, and considers grabbing one of her tits.  She never touched anyone else’s boobs before, unless you counted when her mom hugs her.  Before she can make up her mind to act, they’re kissing again.  The sound of people fucking adds to the excitement.  

Paige goes for it, and moves her hand to Harper’s chest. She’s really doing it…she’s touching her boob.  It’s firm, and full, and amazing.  Her stiff nipple rubs against the palm of her hand through the fabric of her pajamas.  She narrows her fingers and gives it a light pinch.  This gets a moan out of her friend.  Nice.

She moves to the other tit and does the same.  Another moan.  She’s never been so turned on in her life.  Not even Rodrigo ever got her this hot.  She wants for it to get even hotter…if possible.

“I like to masturbate,” Paige blurts out.  Why did she say that?  What the fuck?

“Mmm, so do I. ''  Harper’s hand abandons her breast and slides down between her legs.  Paige lets out a gasp, but then quickly follows that up with a moan to be sure she knows it’s okay.

“Yes, that’s good…”

“Do you want me to masturbate you?”

“If you want to…yes.”

“I want to…”  She begins rubbing her pussy through her pajama bottoms.  Her fantasy is coming true, and Paige can’t believe it.  Someone else is touching her down there…touching her pussy.

“I can take my pajamas all the way off…” Paige offers.

“You sure?”  Even as she asks this, Harper puts the laptop to the side.

That helps her make up her mind, and she pulls her pajama bottoms and panties down as far as she can, and opens her legs.  Her insides are all jittery, and nervous.  This is going to happen…

Harper’s hand is once again on her, on her naked vulva.  “You’ve got a landing strip.”

“Sorry.  I don’t know why I did that.  Just something I wanted to try.  So embarrassing.”

“No, I like it.  I like it a lot.”  Her fingers wiggle into her cleft and quickly find her hole.  There, she gathers up some of the wetness and spreads it along the length of her slit.  Paige squeaks when she gets to her clit.  It’s never that good when she touches herself.  Harper’s fingers are magical.

“Touch me,” Paige urges, her voice husky and raw.  “Touch my pussy…oh, God…”  Harper’s finger circles around her clit a few times, then works its way lower.  Paige doesn’t dare consider what she hopes happens next.  And then it does.  Her friend slips her middle finger into her vagina.  She’d tried that on herself a few times before, but it didn’t do much for her.  This is different.  Her whole body comes alive, and as good as it is, she wants more.

“I’m touching you,” Harper whispers.  “Do you like that?  Does it feel good?”

“So fucking good.  Don’t stop.  Please keep going.”  She doesn’t even know what she’s saying.  Where else is there to go from there?  Maybe two fingers?  That would be nice.  Or, she could try what they saw the girls in the porn doing…she could put her mouth on her down there.  Paige decides she has to be happy with what she’s getting and just enjoy it for what it is.

She then realizes that Harper isn’t getting anything.  She reaches for her.  Harper catches her hand before it can get to her crotch and holds it, keeping her from touching her pussy for her.

“What’s the matter?,” Paige wonders.  Did she do something wrong?

“Nothing, I just…you shouldn’t…I’m sorry.”  Harper slowly pulls her fingers out and Paige is immediately sad that she did.  “I should have said something before, but I was afraid.”

“Afraid?  About what though?”

“That you wouldn’t like me, or be mad at me for not telling you.”

“Telling me what?”

“That…I’m different.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“I’m…I’m not who you think I am.”

“I don’t understand.”

Harper takes a deep breath, then lies back.  After a second, she puts aside the stuffed animal she’d been holding in her lap and pulls down her pajamas.  Paige is stunned.

“How is that even possible?” she cries out.  “Harper, you have a cock!”

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