Lessons from Linda

by Tony Williams

I'm so excited. Linda's back from university. She used to be my babysitter until three years ago when I was nine, then she went away. I was heartbroken. All the babysitters I've had since then have been boring. They just read or watch TV or text their friends, ignoring me, and then they send me to bed early so they don't have to talk to me. Linda was never like that. She was more like an older sister, but much more. To her, the whole point of babysitting me was to have fun and by fy fun, I mean all sorts of things that my parents wouldn't approve of. Naughty things.

And now she's back. She phoned me last night and when she said she was home, just half a dozen houses away down the street, I squealed with excitement.

"Linda's home!" I shrieked to my mom. "This is awesome. Can I go over and see her now, please, Mom?"

"It's past your bedtime, you can see her tomorrow. Off to bed, darling."

On the phone to Linda, I said, "Mom won't let me come over, but I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"I can't wait, Toni," she said. "I've missed you so much."

"I love you, Linda."

"I love you too. I'll come over after breakfast, okay? Bye."

"Give me the phone," my mom said. "Linda, your timing couldn't be better. Toni's dad and I have to fly to the east coast for three days, so I wonder if you can take care of her until we get back? I know she's too old for a babysitter, but I'd like someone to be around while we're out of town. I can pay you a little more than your old rate. . . .okay, why don't you just move in for the duration. Pack a bag and come over. We're leaving mid-morning. Okay, great, 'bye for now." She hung up. "She'll keep you out of mischief, you little rogue."

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If only she knew.

Mom and Dad were huge fans of the classic arts, and went to lots of operas and ballets and to the theatre. They said I was too young for that stuff and after the first few times when they'd left me with Linda, I didn't mind being left at home. In fact I loved it. Whenever I learned that she was going to spend the evening with me I got all excited. I can't remember how old I was when Linda started babysitting me, probably around seven or eight. She's nine years older than I am, and to me she seemed more like an adult than a teenager. I don't mean she was like my parents or my teachers, always telling what to do and what not to do. She'd let me do just about anything I wanted to, as long as nobody ever found out about it. I quickly learned to keep secrets. The first thing was that she always let me stay up way past my bedtime, making me promise not to tell. This way, she make me her co-conspirator in a "crime", ensuring my silence. She never seemed to tire of hugging me, wrapping one arm tightly round my little body and one hand under my butt as I wrapped my legs round her waist. She kissed me all the time, every chance she got, on the cheek or my forehead or, best of all, on the lips. She told me she loved me fifty times a night, and I always replied that I loved her too. I meant it, I really did.

The best thing was bathtime. Instead of waiting until just before bedtime, we'd go into the bathroom as soon as my parents left the house. Normally, I'd take a shower, but when Linda was there, she said she'd rather I took a bath in the tub. "I'm gonna undress you," she'd say. The first time, I told her I could do it myself but she said that she liked to undress little girls 'cos it made her excited. So I let her. She'd kneeled to take my sandals and socks off, then lifted my dress over my head. She gazed at me in my little skimpy panties. "Oh, my God, I just love how you look in your underpants. I can't wait to take them off." But she did wait, letting the suspense build and then slowly and lovingly slid them down my thighs and took them off my feet. I was old enough to know that I shouldn't be naked in the presence of anyone except my mom and dad, but being like this with Linda made me glow all over. There I was, totally naked and utterly unselfconcious and loving the way she looked at me, adoringly. She started the water running in the tub.

"Now you undress me," she said. I remember exactly what she was wearing, a short sundress that buttoned all the way up the front, and I felt a new excitement as I undid the buttons, one by one. She spread her dress open and I could see her breasts, much smaller than my mom's, just little bumps with big dark nipples. She clearly didn't need a bra to hold them up. Her panties were just regular schoolgirl white cotton, the kind you buy in a pack of six. I never realized that panties could be so interesting. Did I look this good in my panties? I later found out that I did. "Take them off, Sweetheart. I just love having someone else take my panties off. That's right, slide them down." Her mound was totally shaved, not a hair on it.

"Your muffin looks different than mine," I said. "It has, like lips. Mine is just a slit."

"Muffin? That's a lovely name."

"What do you call yours?"

"My pussy, but from now on I'm gonna call it my muffin. Can I take a closer look at yours?" I sat down on the edge of the tub and spread my legs. She kneeled, leaned in and inspected me. I knew that girls shouldn't show off their muffins, or even their panties, but I was going to let Linda do anything she wanted. "Pull your lips apart," she said and I used my fingertips to spread my slit. "Mmm, it's pretty. It's like a little pink cave. Wanna see mine?"

"Oh, yes please!" I said eagerly and we swapped positions and I stared at her as she parted her legs and then held open her lips for me. The moist pink folds were fascinating. "That's my vagina," she said, touching herself with her forefinger, "and that tiny hole just above is my eurethra, where my pee comes out of, and that bump, just above, is my clitoris. Yours will look like this in a few years." I felt so proud and excited that she was sharing all this intimate stuff with me. She got into the tub, turned the water off and lay back, her legs spread. "Come and sit between my legs, Toni darling." I climbed in and lay back, feeling her firm little breasts pressing against my shoulder blades. She put her arms round me.

We did this every time she babysat me, whether I needed a bath or not. She would soap my back, then my chest and even down between my legs. That was the best bit. At first I giggled, but then I got to like it so much I just lay there and let her do it. She would put the tip of her finger inside me. "This is so naughty," she'd say. I'd tell her that I liked being naughty. One night, she reached over my shoulder and lifted my right thigh up to my chest. She soaped my foot, then my calf and up the back of my thigh, then her hand went down until her fingers were touching my butt hole. She pushed gently with her finger, but it wouldn't go in. She lifted my other leg and did the same thing, but this time the tip of her finger went in. I shivered with delight. Later I learned to relax so that her finger would go all the way in. That seemed especially naughty. After our bath, she'd wrap me in a big towel and dry me off, rubbing my whole body, and I'd spread my legs to let her dry me down there. Once in a while, when her muffin got stubbly, she'd let me shave her. I'd put on finger on her clit to protect if from the razor, and carefully shave her nice and clean. I'd wipe off any traces of shaving cream, then run my hand all over her mound to check that it was nice and smooth. We liked that 'cos it was forbidden. Then we'd have the whole evening to just hang out, completely naked. I never tired of looking at her body. She was quite short and slender, what I later learned is referred to as "petite", with the figure of a gynmnast or a ballet dancer.

There were other things we did, other than bathtime. She used to like to watch me when I took a pee. I knew that was a total no-no, which made it all the better. I'd lift my dress and let her pull my panties down to my ankles, then I'd sit with my legs spread wide, my pee trickling into the bowl. She take a piece of toilet paper and wipe me. Then we'd change positions and I'd watch her and wipe her, too. One of her favorite things was to watch me pee through my panties. During long summer evenings, we'd be out on the lawn in the back yard and I'd lift my dress for her, spread my feet and simply let it go, soaking my underpants. She'd reach her hand and squish my wet panties, then lick her fingers. Then I'd have to go and take a bath to clean up. One particular evening, when I must have been nearly eight, we were wrestling on the grass and I ended up sitting on her face. I took a chance. If she liked to lick my pee off her hand, how would she like it if I peed right there and then? I let my bladder go for just a second. She froze and I thought she'd be angry, but she put her hands on my waist and held me so I couldn't get off her. I could feel her tongue pushing at me through the wet cotton, so I let some more pee go. She kept sucking at my soaked panties so I relaxed completely, peeing until I was empty. I rolled off her and squatted beside her, looking at her wet face. She gave me a big grin.

"You bad, bad girl!" she said. "I'm gonna have to spank your bottom for that." She did, after we'd cleaned up in the bath. She put clean panties on me and a dress, then in the living room she made me lie across her lap as she lifted the dress up as far as it would go. She ran her hand all over my bum, then slowly pulled my panties down below my knees. She stroked my butt again, murmuring how beautiful and sexy I was, then gave me six playful spanks. I made a few feeble protests, but she knew I loved it. She kissed my pink butt cheeks to make them better. She told me that my pee was delicious, but it was an acquired taste and I probably wouldn't like to drink hers. If she'd let me, I wouldn't have cared how bad it tasted, if it made her happy. I rolled on to my back, my panties still down round my legs, so she could look at me. She never seemed to tire of it. She ran her hand down my tummy to my thigh, her finger tips gently brushing my muffin. I spread my knees as far as my panties would let me so she'd know I loved it when she touched my muffin. I wanted to let her do anything she liked to me. And I did every naughty thing I could think of so that she'd spank me again. She did a lot of spanking.

Before she put me to bed every night, she'd lay out my nightie ready, and a pair of panties, just in case my parents came home early. We'd lie on top of the bed, both of us naked and I'd throw one leg across her thigh and lay my head on her chest. One night, she said, "I want you to do something really nice and naughty."

"Okay, but you have to spank me later."

"I will, tomorrow, but first I want you to kiss my boobs." I immediately got excited. I lifted my head and looked at her chest. Lying on her back, her tiny breasts had flattened, so she looked a bit like a little girl herself. I looked up at her adoringly and she smiled. "Go ahead, make me happy." I took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked. It became hard, like a pencil eraser but a bit bigger. "Oh, my sweet darling baby," she whispered. "I love you so much." I sucked both nipples for quite a long time, listening to her breath quickening, feeling her body trembling. Then we heard the car in the driveway and I put my panties and nightie on as Linda hurriedly dressed and left the room. We never got caught, not ever.

One night, she brought over a big book in her bag. When we were alone she showed it to me. It was all about sex and it had pictures in it, not photographs, just drawings of male and female sex organs. I thought that penises looked ugly, kind of threatening, but the vagina pictures were just like Linda. She read aloud to me, two chapters, the first about masturbation. She skipped the bits about men and just read about how girls do it. None of it was surprising to me. I'd already heard about orgasms from girls at school, though it hadn't happened to me yet. I knew I could make myself feel good when I fingered my muffin, and I loved it when she touched me there, so there was nothing really new there. "Do you masturbate?" I asked her.

"Of course I do, silly. Every night. Don't you?" I proudly told her that I did, but I'd never actually cum. "Perhaps I can help you with that," she said. She read the whole chapter about lesbians, girls who like girls. When she read the description of cunnilingus, I told her I wanted to try it. I thought it would be incredible to have her lick my muffin and to lick hers.

"Hold on, Tiger," she said, "Let's walk before we run. Let's go take a bath and then in the bedroom, I'll show you how I make myself cum." It ws the first time I was in a hurry to get out of the bath. In the bedroom she lay on her back and asked me to kneel between her thighs so I could see everything. She put two fingers on her muffin, one on each side of her clit and rubbed them up and down.

"Let me do it, Linda, let me, please, please!"

"I'm just showing you so you'll know how to do it. This is just one way of many. We can learn some more ways on other evenings."

"It's pretty much what I do already," I told her. "Look, let me show you." I rolled on to my back, spread my legs and started to touch myself. It always felt nice when I did that, but having Linda watch me made it a hundred times better. She leaned in close to watch me, her face just inches above where my hand was rubbing up and down. I got more and more excited.

"Oh, this is so sweet," she murmured. "Are you gonna cum? Cum for me, baby, come for Linda. Let me give you some help." She pushed my fingers aside and applied a finger to the top of my muffin and with her other hand, put the middle finger inside me. Moving it in and out, she went deeper and deeper until it was right in to the second knuckle. I felt like my muffin was on fire and a huge wave of sexy feeling built up inside me until it all exploded like a big firework, a halo of stars bursting outwards from my muffin all through my body. I must have blacked out for a few seconds, because the next thing I knew, her hands were round me and her lips on mine. I was too out of breath and pushed her head away. She gazed into my eyes.

"I'm so proud of you, Toni. You came, didn't you? You came for me. I'm indescribably happy."

I didn't know what to say. I was awash with joy and love and there weren't any words that could explain the intensity of my love for her. "Now," I said, it's my turn." I put my hand down between her legs and slid my fingers in between her lips. She was soaking wet. She let out a deep sigh of contentment. She put her arm round me, pulling me close. I'd been thinking about this moment for a long time, months and months, and now it was actually going to happen. I was going to make my darling Linda cum, to make her feel as incredibly marvelous as I'd just done. "You're so wet," I said.

"Wet for you. I get wet every night in bed when I think about you. I just pretend that you're with me and that my fingers are your fingers, and I cum like a rocket. Every time, I cum and cum, because I love you so much." I put two fingers either side of her clit and start to move them gently. I want to make this last.

"Shit!" she said. "Fuck!"

"What's the matter?"

"Listen, I think it's your parents car. It is! Oh, Goddamn, why did they have to be early tonight?" She jumped off my bed and scrambled into her clothes as I pulled the covers over myself, stuffing my nightie and my panties under the pillow. She quickly left the room and went downstairs.

My parents were home every night for the next month or so. Linda called from time to time and then told me she'd been accepted at a University on the East Coast and she'd be leaving soon. I burst into tears. "Please don't leave me, Linda. I love you too much."

"I'll be back, my love. Wait for me. I won't forget you, I promise."

For a year or so it was back to the old boring babysitters who weren't in the least bit interested in an nine year old girl. Linda did manage to visit a couple of time a year, but my parents never asked her to sit for me. I was getting too old for a baysitter anyway. Every night I thought about Linda, how close I came to masturbating her, and I would cum and cum. I made up things that we might one day do together. But my heart was broken. I never did get over her.

And now she's back. I'm getting wet just thinking about her.

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I grab a glass of juice, skip breakfast and run down the street as fast as I can to Linda's house. I ring the doorbell and there she is. I sqeal with delight and jump into her arms, my legs round her waist. We kiss and her tongue goes deep in my mouth, but after a second, she lets me slide down to my feet. She steps back and looks at me.

"Oh, my God! You've grown! You're as tall as I am, and you look so beautiful, just as adorable as you were thee years ago."

"You're beautiful too, Linda. I've missed you so much. I've been thinking about you all the time."

"Come inside," she says and kicks the door closed behind me. We embrace and kiss again, our lips together for half a minute or so, then I stand back.

"Do you still wear white panties?" I ask her. She lifts up her short skirt and sure enough, I see her white cotton schoolgirl panties.They look sexy in themselves, but the fact that she's deliberately showing them off gets my heart racing. I lift my own dress. "Me, too," I say. Her eyes are big.

"Come on upstairs and help me pack," she says, dropping the skirt. "You go first." As we mount the stairs, I feel her close behind me and her hand touches the inside of my thigh and slides up to fondle my butt as I climb. I'm deliriously happy. In her bedroom, she starts throwing things in a backpack, some dresses, short skirts and tops and then opens the top drawer of her dresser. "Pick out some panties for me," she says, grinning. I select two pairs of the regular white ones, then hold up some pale blue totally transparent briefs. She laughs. "I thought you'd like those." Then I find a pair of white satin tap pants with lace round the legs.

"These are awesome," I say.

"They'll fit you. You're my size now." I look at her. She hasn't grown a bit, and still has the figure of a boy. "If I run out of clean panties, I can wear yours. We can swap undies, dresses, everything." She adds to the pack a pair of white thigh high stockings with lacey tops and a sexy white garter belt. Finally she produces a chrome colored vibrator and, with a grin, tosses it into the pack.

"You never wear stockings," I say, quizzically.

"Oh, they're for you. I'm gonna dress you up in sexy stuff and take pictures of you."

"This is gonna be fantastic, Linda. We gotta hurry back 'cos my parents are leaving soon."

Back at my house, the taxi is waiting and my folks say "Hi" to Linda, welcoming her back. "Here's a list of instructions," says my mom, handing Linda a piece of paper. "We'll be back on Monday. Keep my little girl out of mischief." Not a chance! Lots of goodbye hugs, then the taxi leaves and at last I'm alone with the love of my life, ready for anything to happen, anything at all. Linda can do whatever she likes with me and I know I'm gonna love it.

"In the bathroom, Kid," says Linda, grabbing my hand and running upstairs. She drops her backpack on the landing.

"I haven't peed yet this morning," I say. It's true. I'd peed in the middle of the night but when I woke I was so eager to see Linda I didn't want to waste a second and just rushed out of the house.

"Perfect, my little sex kitten. Let me undress you." She lifts my dress over my head, drops it on the floor and stands back to look at me. "Oh, you're delicious." Even though my bladder's bursting, I'm content to just stand there and let her look at me in my schoolgirl panties.

"My tits are beginning to grow," I say

"I think I liked you better with no tits. Innocent little girls are much sexier than grown women. Still, I could just eat you."

"You can do anything you want," I tell her, eagerly.

"Now," she says, pretending to be puzzled. "What should I do next? Oh, I know, I can take your panties off." I giggle. She sits on the toilet and spins me round to face her. I step close as she hooks her fingers into the waistband and slowly slides them down until my muffin is exposed. She takes in a deep breath. "I've been dreaming of this moment for years, ever since I left. You're pussy's different. Your lips are starting to grow."

"And some hair, too," I say.

"We're gonna have to shave that off and get you nice and smooth again." She runs her fingertips over my mound and down my muffin. A surge of excitement runs through me. She pulls my panties down past my knees and they fall to the floor. I step out of them.

"My turn," I say and she stands up. I unbutton her dress and push it back off her shoulders. Her boyish body is just the same, tiny tits that need no support, narrow hips, slender legs and not a drop of fat on her anywhere. I lean forward press my face against her panties, my hands on her butt. Then I can't wait any longer and pull her underpants down. She grabs my hand again and pulls me towards the tub, steps in and drops to her knees, sitting back on her heels. I step in front of her and she takes one of my ankles and puts my foot up on the edge of the tub. She shuffles forward until she's between my legs, her face upturned.

"Pee on me, Toni. Pee all over me. Pee on my face!" I let my bursting bladder go and a strong stream of pee hits her on the forehead. She leans back letting it splash her tits, then leans further so that it's landing on her muffin. Then after a couple of seconds, she pushes her face into my crotch, her open mouth pressed hard against my muffin, and it's all going in. The feel of her lips engulfing my own muffin lips makes my heart race. Every couple of seconds or so I hear her swallow. She's drinking my pee right from the source. Then she takes her mouth off me and looks up, the last little squirts landing on her smiling face. I grin down at her. "You taste so good, my love," she murmurs.

"Isn't it yucky?" I ask.

"Nothing that came out of you could be yucky."

"I wanna try it," I say. "Stand up." I squat down between her legs and put my face in her crotch. I can smell my own pee which, under these circumstances is not so bad. "Go ahead," I say, then close my mouth. I feel the warm liquid land on my forehead and lean back a little to bathe my face. It runs down, over my chest and stomach and down between my legs. I can feel the stream falling from my muffin as though it's my own pee. Then I lean in again and open my mouth. Her pee goes right in. My mouth fills and the excess runs down over my chin. When she stops, I look up at her, my pee filled mouth still open, then I close my lips and swallow. It's a lot nicer than I thought it would be. It has a strange kind of wheaty taste. I smile up at her. "I like it! In fact, I love it! Let's do this again, often." She takes hold of my upper arms and pulls me to my feet. Our arms go round one another and we kiss, our tongues playing as we exchange the flavors of our pee. When we break apart, I bend and insert the bathplug and turn the water on. Soon we're in our old role, my back to her, her hands all over my body, washing me, loving me, feeling me, fingering my muffin and my butt hole. I'm delirioulsly happy, lying in the arms of the girl I love, fully aware that there are so many new thing that we haven't yet done with each other, things I've heard about, things we can do with our tongues, our fingers, things with sex toys, maybe things I've never dreamed about.

After we've dried each other off, we go into my bedroom, picking up her backkpack on the way. She empties the contents on my bed and I hang the dresses up in my closet. She opens my dresser drawer and looks through the stack of panties. They're all regular white cotton. She holds up a pair.

"Sorry," I say, "They're not very exciting."

"Oh yes they are," she says, emphatically. "I love schoolgirl panties, especially with a schoolgirl in 'em." I laugh. We gather up the rest of her stuff and put it in the drawer with my undies. "Now lie down on the bed, you sexy little slut. I wanna take a good look at you." I jump on to the bed and lie on my back, my legs spread nice and wide. She kneels between them and peers closely at my muffin. "It's growing," she says. "You've got lips and a little clit." She leans in an plants a lingering kiss, moving her head up and down slightly so that her lips rub against mine. I can feel myself starting to get wet. "I'm glad I got back home in time. You're gonna get your first period pretty soon and you'll become a grown woman."

"Will you still love me?" I ask.

"Sure," she say, but somehow she doesn't sound very convincing.

"Let me look at you," I beg her, so we swap positions and I'm able to get a close up look of that secret part of her that I love so much. I part her outer lips with my fingers and gaze into the deep pink cave, glistening with moisture. She smells strongly of sex and I inhale deeply through my nose, revelling in the exciting aroma. I can see her clit, pink and swollen and I take it between my lips and suck. She groans. I suck in and out and her body starts to tremble.

"My God! Where did you learn to do that?"

"Just now. It just seemed the right thing to do."

"Fuck me! I almost came."

"I'm gonna put my finger in you," I say and slide my middle finger right inside her. It feels lovely and soft in there, but there's lots of room for more. I put a second finger in her and move it in and out in a fucking motion. She starts panting.

"Put three fingers in," she gasps. "Now try four." My whole hand is inside her except for my thumb. I'm amazed that her muffin is able to stretch that wide. She's running her hands through my hair, saying, "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, my sweet darling, that feels so good!" I've never been happier because I know I'm gonna make her cum. "Now fold your thumb into your palm and try to push your whole hand inside me. Go on, if it hurts too much I'll tell you to stop." I do as she says and push my hand, but it won't go in. I push back and forth and slowly her juices get spread over my knuckles. "Push harder! Harder! Oh, Jesus, it's in!" My whole hand suddenly slides inside her up to my wrist. "Make a fist," she grunts, her hips thrusting up to meet me. Slowly my fist goes deeper and deeper until half my forearm is inside her. I'm amazed that it can go so deep. "Fuck me, you little whore!" she calls. I'm a whore! Wow, I'm a whore! I love the idea of being her whore. I wanna be her slut, her bitch, her slave, even her toilet, anything as long as it excites her. Then with a series of long groans, she cums, clamping her thighs together, her eyes squeezed shut, her body shaking. Finally, I've achieved the most important goal of my life. I've made my lover cum.

We lie there for several minutes as she slowly calms down and gets her breath back. I gently remove my hand and she watches as I lick it all over, loving the sharp taste of her juices. Then I slide up the bed beside her and she puts her arms round me. "I love you, Toni, I love you to bits. I'm gonna make you cum. I'm gonna fuck your brains out." I've never been so happy.

I lie on my back, my legs spread, ready to let Linda do whatever she likes to me. She gets straight to the point, her head between my thighs, her tongue working furiously. Clearly she's an expert at this because in less than a minute she's given me the most explosive orgasm I've ever had. It breaks over me, wave after wave, continuing for minutes as my body convulses. I think I might have passed out for a while and then I hear the buzz of the vibrator. She touches it to my clit and then I feel a new sensation like an electric thrill and my orgasm explodes again. She inserts it inside me, still vibrating, and slowly fucks me with it. I'm drowning in a sea of lust and desire. She's looking up at me, her eyes big as they stare into mine. I cum again, not so strongly this time. I suppose there's a limit. We lie in each others arms, blissfully happy, and fall asleep.

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I'm standing in front of the mirror, dressed in white stockings and a garter belt. It's a nice slutty look. I try on the satin tap pants, but they hide too much. I take them off and put on the see-through full cut briefs. Better, but I still prefer my muffin to be in full view. I take them off again. All the time Linda is taking pictures of me. I take my white schoolgirl panties that we'd dropped on the bathroom floor and put them on her. I love the idea of her muffin nestling where my own had been an hour before. I find one of my training bras and put that on. Linda asks me to take it off and just wear a short cotton cami with a scoop top. "It makes you look younger," she says. "You should hang on to your youthful innocence. Be a little girl for me, for just a while longer. Will you do that please?" I feel a moment of anxiety. She's a mature woman, twenty one years old, having sex with a twelve year old child. Is it me she loves or is it my girlhood? I'm fully aware of the concept of pedophilia. I decide to put it out of my mind.

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For three whole days we immerse ourselves in each other. She teaches me new things, like lying in a scissors position with our muffins touching. She licks my butt, pushing her tongue in and then her finger. I do the same to her. We have a wonderful time with the vibrator, which can do wonders to our clits, our nipples and our vaginas. She even lets me push it up her ass while I'm licking and fingering her clit. We play pee pee games out in the garden, peeing though our panties, then leaving them on, wet, just for the hell of it. We take pictures of everything. At night in bed, we masturbate each other with fingers and tongues, enjoying mulltiple orgasms, then curl up together like spoons, exhausted. We sleep like logs.

We know that this might be the last oportunity to spend and extended period of time alone together and we make the most of it.

But all too soon, my parents return.

"Thank you, Linda, for taking good care of my little girl," says my mom. I smile. She has no idea that her daughter is a fucking lesbian whore, a piss drinking little slut who like to thrust her tongue up her friend's ass. I give Linda a final goodbye hug, and then she's gone.

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Two weeks go by and one morning I wake up and there's blood on the sheets. I've got my period! My mom hugs me and my dad shakes my hand. "You're a woman now," says Mom. "We're going to have to have a talk about sex one of these days." If only she knew. I'm aware that girls my age should know about contraception, but not me. I'm not gonna have sex with males, not ever. I may be only twelve, but I'm a fully paid up, card carrying lesbian and I know everything that I need to know.

I call Linda with the news. "Congratulations. Now you're all grown up," she says, her voice flat. I expected her to be a bit more enthusiastic, but she makes some excuse about being busy and hangs up. Over the next few weeks, every time I call her, I get voice mail, or her mom says she's not home. Why is she avoiding me?.

Finally I have to face up to the fact that Linda is into little girls and I'm no longer one of those. My tits are growing. I have stubble when I don't shave my pussy. Yes, I call it my pussy now. Muffin sounds immature. My hips are filling out. I guess she doesn't love me any more. Then I hear she's taken a job in another state. She didn't even say goodbye to me. That night I cry myself to sleep.

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One afternoon at school, I'm sitting on a grassy bank beside the playing field, watching a game of field hockey. The players all have short green skirts, but under them they have matching green shorts. I was hoping for white panties, but no such luck. A girl sits down in front of me, cross legged. At last I get to see some white underpants. Her name is Megan and she's in fifth grade. I know her slightly. She hangs around a lot on the edge of any group I'm with and I wonder if she has some sort of crush on me.

"Toni," she says, "why do you always look so sad?"

I look at her more closely. She's Asian, with long black hair, big dark eyes and an angel face. She's short for her age with skinny legs and arms. Clearly, she's years away from puberty.

"Do I?" I guess I do, since Linda left. "I lost a close friend," I tell her.

"Did she die?"

I think for a minute. "Yes. She passed away suddenly. I loved her a lot." It's not so far from the truth. Megan gets up and sits beside me and puts her arm round my shoulder. "Poor Toni," she says. "I'm so sorry. I could be your friend, if you like." Something stirs inside me, a little flicker of excitement . Perhaps it was the sight of her white cotton panties. I turn to face her and look into her bright eyes.

"I'd like that, Megan. Yes, I'd really like that. Let's be best friends. Tell you what, lets skip the rest of this hockey game and go to my place. My parents won't be home for hours and we can hang out and do fun stuff." She jumps to her feet, a grin on her face, grabs my hand and pulls me up. Ten minutes later, we're home.

"What are we gonna do?" she asks.

"I'm gonna let you into a secret. The friend I told you about, the one who died? Well she was a lot older than me and she taught me a lot of stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Naughty stuff." She giggles. "Come with me." I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. "I need to pee," I say, lifting my skirt and standing astride the toilet bowl.

"Aren't you gonna take your panties down?"

I grin at her. "It's naughtier if I just pee through them." And I do. She stares at me, fascinated. When I'm finished, I tell her I want to watch her do the same. We change places and she happily lifts her skirt and I run my hands up the outside of her thighs, over her hips and grip her buttocks. She has a small, firm butt. Her pee soaks the white cotton, then falls into the bowl with that thrilling tinkling sound. She giggles. I put my hand between her legs and squish her panties. She lets me do it.

"This is fun," she says.

"Now, we're gonna undress each other and take a bath. Would you like that?"

"Ooh, yes!" she says, eagerly. In seconds, we're down to just our wet underwear. I look at her flat chest and the camel toe of her panties revealing the shape of her muffin.

"You look absolutely adorable in your panties," I tell her.

"You too." I can tell she means it. We take each others panties off and I inspect her muffin. It's just like mine was a year or so ago, little more than just a slit. Nevertheless, it excites me.

A few moments later, I'm lying in the tub, with Megan's back against my tits, gently soaping her flat chest. Then I lift one of her thighs and soap her calf, the thigh, then between her legs. She lets her head fall back on to my shoulder and hums contentedly. My fingers touch her muffin. She lifts her other leg and lets it fall sideways so her thighs are spread wide. The tip of my finger slips into her and she lets out a contented sigh.

Now I know exactly how Linda felt about me.

The End.