***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***
Meeting in a coffee shop on a bright, sunny weekend, Carrie Harper, 19, sits with Mia Milosevic, 20, for a catch-up. Courteously, Carrie asks, “How’s things?”
Mia replies, “Things are okay, I guess. I’m still working. I know I was left a fortune, but, if it wasn’t for that job, I wouldn’t have got to meet Cliff in the first place, so I feel like it’s the best thing for me. I know he would encourage me to continue, but maybe not working quite so hard. I just don’t have anything else. Tiffany is a bit harsh at times with the work we have to do, but it’s fair, because it pays off, massively. It’s all good in the end.
“What about you?”
Carrie confides in her friend, “I’m at the studio. Thanks for that, by the way. It feels so good every time I’m on cam. I even did a show for Dad, like, he showed it to me when I was staying with him, and I fucked him,” chuckling cheekily as she adds, “A few times now.”
Mia looks less than impressed at the admission, making it clear to her friend, “Those weren’t good times for me. I was abused by Dad, and taken advantage of by Owen. I literally should’ve known better. Just saying.”
Carrie comprehends her friend’s warning, telling her, “We’re both completely on-board with it. When he first saw me work, he was so clever with it, like, he used the fact that I didn’t know who it was to his advantage, and I got comfortable with him, realising that we’re both adults with needs, so, like, we help each other.”
Mia confesses, “I have a secret relationship with Mom. She is so supportive of me, and really helps with Kisha. She’s looking after her now. Have you met her at the studio? Aniya?”
Carrie nods as she sips her coffee, saying, “Oh, yeah. We’ve met in the break room, but I sorta, like, keep myself to myself when I’m not performing, and I do solo cam, so I don’t work with her. Now I know who she is, that might change?”
Mia laughs a little, “Yeah. I know sex on-cam isn’t like normal sex, but she is so good. She really knows what she’s doing.”
Carrie curiously asks, “Do you watch her regular?”
Mia replies, “I’m usually working, but I have done when on my own; well, when Kisha has been put to bed.” She asks to confirm with her friend, “So, you have a regular thing going with him?”
Carrie explains, “Sort of, like, a friend of mine is seeing him, and they’re pretty serious about it, like, it’s really sweet. Seeing how they are together, and hearing from both of them, it’s, like, adorable. But, fuck… sometimes, I just need cock in me, and, like, I don’t really have anyone else.”
Mia advises, “You need to get out there. I get it that having something that is easy feels okay at the time, but it isn’t. Things just get too… fuck, um… muddy? Complicated, because it’s too close to home, and it doesn’t end well. Like, your friend; Tracey or Lillie?”
Carrie answers, “Lillie.”
Mia continues to advise, “Lillie is having really strong feelings for him, and that’s great, but if she knows you are doing it behind her back, she’s going to feel betrayed, and hurt, and she might not forgive you; like, ever. Get it?”
Carrie sighs, “Fuck… You’re right… Shit…”
Mia drinks her drink, and says, “Don’t feel bad. I know how good it can feel. Hard to deny, right?”
Carrie chuckles a little, “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” Having a thought cross her mind, she proposes, “You were my first time, and, you’ve got a thing for girls? I like you. Why aren’t we a thing?”
Mia looks taken aback, “Are you asking me out?”
Carrie coyly chuckles, “Would that be a bad thing?”
Mia stares into space as she thinks things through, “I don’t really like girls like that… Thinking back, I have been with a few, and… it has been good… Great, even… but… I will always want a guy for, you know…”
Carrie concedes, “I get that,” suggesting, “I have a strap-on,” which turns the head of a nearby customer at another table, stared down by the petite teen so as to get them to mind their own business.
Mia mulls over the offer for a moment, deciding, “That is interesting. I do like you. I remember feeling close when we were together before.”
Carrie tells her, “You awakened something in me; way before we ever, like, did anything. It could be interesting.”
Mia blushes a little, staring into the silkiness of her coffee, admitting, “Feeling lonely all this time… I’m actually turning on to it… This could be our first date,” sharing in laughter with the cute, petite teen across from her.
Carrie checks out Mia’s bodacious, bulging figure, feeling that warm fuzzy feeling that seems to calm the nerves and excite the extremities in equal measure, reminding her, “Second date, if you count that basement?”
Mia becomes more still and serious, saying, “I don’t want to be reminded of that time; for my sanity.”
Carrie reaches out, caressing her friend’s hand, comforting her, “Hey, it’s okay. That was a tough time, but it’s not all bad. Like, it was great connecting with you. I won’t mention it again if it makes you feel bad.”
Tense, Mia tells her friend, “I did kinda bring it up, so that’s on me. That is something we share, so, it can’t be avoided really. Just want to move on from it, like, fuck, we have this nice time now together. It would be nice to start fresh.”
Carrie accepts, “Of course. That’s a great idea. This will be a much nicer memory.”
Mia brushes her hair shyly, mumbling, “Yeah, I guess…”
Carrie chuckles, “Look at us; couple of shy girls getting cosy in a coffee shop. Could be considered, like, romantic?”
The couple share a couple of cute looks, unable to keep each other’s gaze for more than a brief moment at a time, giving into bouts of blushing laughter. Their chests flutter, and bellies churn with the anticipation of each other’s touch, compounded by the warmth of the coffee, with caffeine and adrenaline bringing them closer, and hotter, and clammy, and inhaling the sour, acidic tinge on their breaths as they drink each other into a deep kiss over the table.
One of the coffee shop workers comes over to interrupt the teen couple’s coupling, politely asking, “Can you please refrain from doing that? Some of the other customers are feeling uncomfortable. Could you at least be more discreet?”
Mia sinks back into her seat, slumping her shoulders to hide her face, and Carrie courteously answers, “We’ll do what we can.” The couple are left alone, and Carrie chuckles, charged up with her nerves, making her feel manic, suggesting, “It’s a nice day out. Let’s finish our drinks and get out to the gardens. Maybe we can find a nice spot to sit and relax for a bit?”
Taking a stroll through the town centre, the young couple make their way towards the cathedral, following a nearby path past raised flowerbeds to a field leading to an embankment of a river that flows through the town around the cathedral site; a harmony of nature and human development teeming with wildlife, blessing all who visit with a serene retreat from the surrounding bustle of the metropolis.
Finding a nice, dry spot to sit on the grass bank overlooking the running water, Carrie and Mia laze with each other, sharing in each other’s company, as well as messaging Carrie’s friends on her smartphone, arranging for a meet-up here. Pure bliss calms the nerves within this piece of paradise, and the young couple bask in comfort, getting closer with each other, exploring the contours of their bodies, but not too intimately with the passersby and pockets of people dotted around the gardens and the riverbank.
The peace is disturbed by the arrival of the twins, Jessica and Sophie Regan, 20, cackling as they catch sight of the couple, coming over to them. Jessica calls, “Oh, look, Soph! It’s the slag, with a friend.”
Sophie obnoxiously scrunches her face as thinks out loud, “I remember her, Jess. She was the quiet one at school always with those two other girls. Sally? Harrie? Barry?”
Carrie rolls her eyes, looking away to the other side of the river as she calls, “Carrie. It’s Carrie.”
Sophie excitedly tells her sister, “That’s it! It’s Larry!”
Jessica says to her sister, “I don’t remember her. Nothing stands out,” walking up to the petite teen, boldly groping her bosom, remarking, “See? Nothing to remember at all.”
Sophie presses her palms to her own chest, flattening her boobs, mockingly acting, “Look at me. I’m Perry. No-one remembers me because I look so boring. No-one wants to play with me. Even the boys with the teeny little clitties laugh at my teeny tiny titties.”
Jessica joins her twin for a hearty laugh at the petite teen’s expense, grabbing Carrie’s shoulders and shoving her further down the bank. She looms over the petite teen, laughing, “Where are you going? Why are you down there? Rude little fuck, aren’t you?”
Carrie answers back, “Get fucked, Jess. You don’t remember me, but I remember you.”
Jessica jumps on top of the petite teen, and Mia attempts to lunge at her, but is held back by Sophie, watching as Jessica straddles the petite teen, climbing over her face, jeering, “You’ve got a mouth on you, bitch. I’m gonna have to shut you up,” pulling her panties aside to thrust her crotch onto Carrie’s face.
Sophie cackles loudly, “Ellie looks like she’s enjoying that a bit much. She’s like a fish that’s been caught. We might need to throw her back in the river.”
Jessica looks down her body at Carrie’s forehead and hair, saying, “You wanna go home, little fishy? We’ll make sure you’re well fed before sending you on your way. I hope you’re liking it down there. I haven’t washed in nearly a week, just for such a special occasion. You should be grateful. I go to so much effort for you,” smearing her sweaty, slimy cunt all over the petite teen’s face as she desperately tries to throw the twin off.
The struggling and shaking of the petite teen’s head is so good for Jessica, rubbing her cunt hard against Carrie’s cute face, with more and more force, panting as she gets closer and closer to cumming, louder and louder to the disgust of nearby families, until suddenly…
Jessica is smacked in the side of the head, sending her tumbling down the embankment, and Carrie sits up to see Lillie has just punched Jessica, and is chasing after her. Lillie growls, “Piss off before I fucking kill you.”
Tracey stares down Sophie, who lets go of Mia and hurries to help her twin to her feet to scarper scared. Mia grabs a tissue from her pocket, helping up Carrie, and wiping her face clean of Jessica’s filth, telling her, “Sorry, I wasn’t much help.”
Carrie smiles as her face is being wiped, feeling the softness of the tissue, saying in return, “Don’t worry about it. I know what they’re like. There wasn’t much we could do.” She feels tingly as the tissue glides over the contours of her cheekbones, and around her forehead. Clean, Carrie kisses her on the mouth, holding her close to keep the tingly feeling going. Mia feels embarrassed by Carrie’s forwardness in front of her friends, flushing red all on her face.
Lillie Pratchet, 19, rolls up a cigarette, lighting it whilst Carrie has her tender moment with Mia, focusing on how the smoke feels inside her, watching it drift away into the air with each exhale. Tracey Garret, 19, signals to her to sit down with her on the grass, observing the brushing of the blades with the breeze, silvery as they catch the sunlight.
Carrie and Mia sit down together facing the others, and Carrie chuckles, “You came at a good time.”
Tracey annoyedly admits, “We’d have gotten here sooner, but we just missed the bus.”
Lillie adds, “Which is no-one’s fault, by the way.”
Carrie assures her friends, “I’m all good, really. Maybe just have that smell sticking around, like, only a little bit, but I’m not hurt or anything. Just a little shook.”
Tracey looks Mia up and down, enquiring of Carrie, “How long has this been a thing?”
Lillie comments, “I didn’t know you were a lesbo. That sounded mean. I didn’t mean it to be.”
Carrie replies in good humour, “I know, Lillie. Um, like, it’s really not been long that we’ve been together. Today, really, but, like, there’s been an attraction for much longer.” Suddenly, her nerves make her shrivel up really tightly, choosing what to say next, “Um, I, uh, like… Have you heard of cam modelling?”
Tracey and Lillie look at each other, with Lillie shaking her head as she smokes, and Tracey replies, “No. What is it?”
Carrie gets out her phone, and brings up the camming app, showing her friends a live model doing their thing, confessing, “I do this… That’s the, ‘work,’ I’ve been getting up to most evenings.”
Tracey’s face looks as if it’s been slapped, with shock setting in, not breathing until she finally exhales, “Wow… That puts some things into perspective, like your interest in our sex lives.”
Lillie stares at Carrie rather intensely, making her feel slightly unnerved, but Carrie says, “It’s such a huge thing that I haven’t known how to tell you, like, fuck, it’s complicated, you know?”
Tracey tells her friend, “I get it. It is a massive surprise to us,” and asks Mia, “So, how long have you fancied her?”
Mia shuffles around nervously, replying, “For a while now, I suppose, now I think about it, but, Carrie has had feelings for me since school, though didn’t admit it until sometime last year. That’s when we first got together.”
Tracey pushes the topic, “‘Got together,’ huh? Give us details. Go on.”
Mia blushes really red, recalling, “She was really nervous. Well, like, we both were nervous, but she was way more than me, I’d say. It was her first time, and she was so sweet, and that made it hotter… Fuck, she was so hot… I’d not been interested in girls much before that. Maybe a special one or two, but what we did felt so good. We did it nice and gentle, and it just felt right, just… took us forever to realise it and make a thing of it now.”
Carrie adds to Mia’s recollection from her point of view, “Mia was so masterful with how she was with me, making me feel so at ease, and so good, like, fuck, it was magical. I was so scared at the time, and she made everything feel like it would be okay. It was comfortable in a really vulnerable moment for me. I couldn’t thank her enough for that.”
Tracey asks the couple, “So, what happened? Why’d it take so long to get back with each other?”
Carrie replies, “We’ve stayed in touch. Like, I didn’t consider being her girlfriend because I didn’t think I was into girls that way. I mean, I had a crush on her, sure, and we had such a great time together, but, I just thought I’d get with a guy, like, more seriously?”
Mia shares, “I thought pretty much the same. Whatever attraction we had, I was looking for a man… Guess it just took this long to realise that we could have each other instead? I don’t know…”
Tracey comments on the couple, “You two are adorable. Both shy in your own ways, so no wonder it took so long for you to do this.”
Lillie continues to stare at Carrie fixedly, barely diverting her gaze whilst she smokes her cigarette down to the filter, stubbing it out on the soil at her side. She doesn’t say a word, but Carrie senses that she is being judged by her. She’s been quieter than usual with Carrie since the orgy the three of them went to, which says a lot since Lillie is the quiet one anyway.
Carrie breathes deeply, feeling more relaxed having opened up to her friends about her vocation, vocalising a deeply private and personal part of her life to her closest friends. Looking at Lillie, she feels like she’s being looked at like her mom would look at her for doing something wrong, which prompts her to say, “Mom doesn’t know about this, I mean, the camming stuff. Like, okay, she doesn’t know about me and Mia being a thing either yet, but, like, don’t tell Mom about my work, please?”
Tracey shrugs, “It’s none of our business. That’s for you to sort out.”
Lillie fidgets with a few blades of grass she’s plucked, mumbling, “Whatever.”
Tracey wonders, “Your dad is aware of what you do then? Just guessing because you said, ‘mom,’ instead of, ‘my parents,’ or, ‘mom and dad,'”
Carrie feels a little caught out, but opens up, “Yeah, Dad knows. Word got to him. Suppose, like, that’s the risk of what I do. All those dirty, older men watching. Like, Mom wouldn’t have a clue about anything like that. Doesn’t even know what porn is. Hmm, okay, she probably knows about porn, but she definitely has nothing to do with it.”
Tracey quizzes her friend, “What got you into it? Were you looking at it, all curious-like, or, what?”
Mia speaks up, “That would be because of me, I’m afraid. I recommended it to her because she seemed interested. I used to do it a long time ago now, so I put her in touch with the studio.”
Lillie quips, “It’s your fault, then.”
Tracey laughs, “The plot thickens.”
Carrie makes it clear, “It was my choice to get in touch with the studio. They were very impressed with me, and, like, the rest is history.”
Tracey remarks, “I bet they were impressed. What, some sleazy men in suits?”
Carrie corrects her friend, “Women, actually, and, like, one of them in a suit. Every model there has been vetted by them.”
Tracey seems pleasantly surprised, “Run by women? That sounds nice. Are you treated well there?”
Carrie chuckles, “Yeah, everyone is really nice. They don’t tolerate any misconduct, and you have to sign to consent to doing it, so everyone is super-respectful, like, it’s a great place to work in.”
Tracey enquires of Mia, “You used to work for them? Why’d you leave?”
Mia honestly replies, “I just got a better offer somewhere else. Something the owners of the studio recommended to me. I’m good friends with them.”
Tracey winks at Mia, “Ever got really friendly with them?”
Mia smiles, “No, we keep ourselves to ourselves. They’re happily married, and my current employer is a close friend of theirs, so I keep my distance like that.”
Carrie also admits, “Just so you know, someone else knows about my work; Stacey.”
Tracey playfully pouts, “You told her before us?”
Carrie grins coyly, “You know how much she means to me. I’ve talked about her enough over the years,” chuckling.
Tracey tells her friend, “I’m just messing. Where is she?”
Carrie says, “She’s with her dad, but I can see if she wants to meet up with us in a bit.”
Much of the afternoon is spent by the riverside, conversing about all sorts of things, as friends do, with the topics kept civil, but maybe a little saucy now and then, ticking the time away until Stacey Flynn, 18, catches up to them. She is welcomed warmly by the gathering of girls, sheltering from the summery sun in the shadow of the cathedral. The perfume of the flowers in the gardens carry pleasantly on the breeze, as the girls catch-up with the goings-on in good company.
Stacey has already met Tracey and Lillie, but Mia is new to her, greeting her, “Hey, Mia. Nice to meet you.”
In return, Mia courteously says to Stacey, “Yeah. Nice to meet you.”
Stacey looks the plump young woman up and down, saying, “So, you’re the one Carrie lost her virginity to. You have a daughter, right?”
Mia nods, “Yeah, Kisha. She’s over a year old. Feels like it, but also doesn’t.”
The girls all talk ’til late with the grey of the twilight, enjoying each other’s company by the riverside in the refreshing breeze. Much of the talk between them is playful, with teases and touches innocently enough between Carrie and Mia, sharing shyly in laughter with everyone else.
Stacey senses, “I bet you two want to be alone,” asking Carrie, “You coming back to your mom’s, or staying with her?”
Carrie admits, “We haven’t talked about it, um…”
Mia offers to her new girlfriend. “You could stay at mine. Mom’s got her room, and she can have Kisha with her in there while we… you know,” brushing her hair shyly.
Carrie replies, “Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”
Stacey suggests, “Carrie and Mia have each other. Lillie has Stephen. Tracey, we should have someone. Why don’t we go to a club and see what happens?”
Tracey remarks, “Thought you were asking me out, then. Yeah, let’s get out there. Worst can happen is we go home alone like normal.”
Mia speaks up, “It’s already kinda late, and I have work tomorrow, so I should probably get back.”
Carrie says, “That’s fair. Want me to come back with you?”
Mia nods, and kisses the petite teen, replying, “Fuck, yeah.”
Carrie chuckles, saying to everyone else, “Well, good night, then. Have fun!”
Tracey and Stacey wave their friend goodbye, whilst Lillie smokes another cigarette. The three remaining teens head into the town centre to a nightclub with a trailing queue of people waiting outside, lining up with everyone else as they crawl towards the door, awaiting entry.
A couple of young men stumble the way of the teen girls, obnoxiously laughing together in their stupor, until their attention is caught by the awaiting young women. One of the young men sways over with his boyish charm, belching, “Wow! You must be a heaven, because you fell from angel.”
Tracey remarks, “Wow… Butchered a classic…”
The young man’s friend joins him, falling onto his shoulder for support as he tells the girls, “This is my best friend, and he needs someone good. He’s already had his heart broken by a… mmph, bitch, at just 19, and, that’s not… mmph, right, mm…”
The first young man stands really close to Tracey, so she can smell the pungent alcohol exuding from his pores, and his hands grip her waist as he says, “She was a bitch, but things will be better… They have to be… We will make it better…”
Tracey soberly slumps against the wall, attempting to lean away from the drunken dude, politely telling him, “Things will be better, sure, but we’ve just met, and,” the young man whips out his cock, pressing it up against her belly, hidden by her shirt underneath it, and feeling it from near her crotch, all the way up to her cleavage. Her breath is taken away, indulging the young man, “Huh, you make a good point.”
The young man falls onto Tracey, wiping his mouth around her neck as he peers over his shoulder at the people in the queue behind her annoyedly walking around them as the line moves on without them. Lillie glances a look at what is happening beside her from bowing her head to her phone screen, and she pivots to block the view next to her from the oncoming waves of shuffling bodies, occasionally staring off onlookers, glaring, “What’re you looking at? Nothing to see here,” before returning to her phone screen.
Stacey seems stunned as she notices the young man’s erection bulging beneath Tracey’s top, exclaiming, “Oh my!,” snuggling up to Tracey’s side, and stroking the hair of the young man.
Tracey undoes her trousers, wriggling them down her hips far enough to expose her crotch for the young man, inviting him with a wink, “I’m sure we can both get what we want.”
The young man retracts his hips so his long cock can flop between Tracey’s thighs, and she steps up on her tiptoes and angles her crotch to find his cock with her pussy, polishing the tip before he pushes it inside her. He burps, and gasps, kissing the teen’s neck tenderly whilst he gently rocks his cock into her pussy.
The other young man stumbles up to Stacey, asking her, “Can I buy you a drink?”
Stacey sniggers, “We’re outside.”
The young man looks around, and his face is swept with a look of realisation, boasting, “Oh yeah, mmph… When we get in, I will get you all the drinks you can handle.”
Stacey laughs, “Okay,” making the young man smile.
Tracey whimpers from having her young man’s cock inside her, and clasps her hand to her mouth, watching all the people in the queue moving on past them. She feels so good from the thrusting into her tenderness making her tremble, and very much naughty seeing the faces of those who pass without noticing as she desperately tries to contain her pleasure.
The young man fucking Tracey speeds up, becoming more noticeably mobile, urging himself to an orgasm, and he pulls out of her. Tracey takes his hand, stuffing it between her legs to rub as fast as she can, desperate to finish as she manages to eek herself over the edge of ecstasy, panting hard as she fixes her trousers. She taps Lillie on the shoulder, letting her know they’re moving on, continuing onto the club.
At the doors, the bouncers stop the group of teen’s, with one of them announcing, “You’re drunk. Can’t come in.”
Lillie stubbornly says, “We haven’t had a drink yet tonight.”
The bouncer clarifies, “The gentlemen can’t come in, but the three of you can,” standing aside to allow the girls through.
The young men whine, “Nah, mmph… Don’t leave us, please? Let us in, mmph… We’ll be good, I swear.”
The bouncers block the young men’s entries into the club, and Tracey and Stacey share a laugh whilst Lillie waves them goodbye before flicking up her middle finger at them as she backs up inside.
At Mia’s house, the young couple enter, with Mia announcing herself, “It’s me,” not receiving an answer, heading upstairs to her parents’ bedroom, finding it empty, but continuing to her childhood bedroom, seeing her mom, Aniya Lightbody, curled up on her daughter’s bed, with a children’s storybook in hand, and the baby sound asleep in her cot. Mia whispers to Carrie, “Let’s not disturb them,” hinting back across the landing.
Carrie chuckles quietly, raising a hand to her mouth to contain herself, joining Mia as they go to Aniya’s bed. Carrie enquires, “Are you sure this is okay? What if she gets up in the night and decides to come back to her own bed?”
Mia shyly shrugs, “Don’t worry about it. We sort of sleep wherever anyway. Mom’s no stranger to my bed.”
Carrie coyly climbs onto the bed with her girlfriend, chuckling, “You are a bad, bad girl, and I am so turned on because of it.”
Mia holds the petite teen close to her, bringing her into a deep hug, and a deeper kiss, collapsing onto the soft sheets. She tastes Carrie’s sweetness seep into her, filling her head with a swirling numb underpinned by sharp tingles. Her body burns and yearns to be touched far beneath the skin, beyond where either of them can reach, but Carrie is a comfort as she melts into madness.
Carrie bristles with excitable energy, mounting Mia, and shedding her clothes. She sits back, sitting her partner up as she helps undress her, until they’re both fully naked, and eager. The petite teen pounces at the plump bulges of her partner’s body, loving each inch of the mass with the gentlest caresses, ushering contentment for them both.
Mia feels her girlfriend explore between her legs, losing sight of her behind her belly, but strongly aware of her presence as she presses so intensely against her pussy. Fingers burrow inside, beckoning blasts of ecstasy from the g-spot, and a tongue laps as lips lock around the clitoris, sucked out with great pressure eliciting great pleasure.
Carrie’s arm pumps fast, sliding her fingers in and out of her girlfriend’s pussy, whilst her mouth works on the clit. She hears the excited moans from Mia, and feels her thighs hugging her head, clenching tightly as she makes her cum. The petite teen then licks her fingers, followed by licking out every bit of creamy goodness she can get, getting her cheeks all greasy in her girlfriend’s sweat.
Mia tiredly moans, “That really… drained me… So tired…”
Carrie crawls up to look at her girlfriend’s face, graciously whispering, “Hey, you get some sleep. You deserve it. I’m going to be right here with you.”
Mia mutters, “Sorry,” shuffling more onto the bed with a roll, as Carrie settles down by her side, smiling sweetly.
Carrie pecks the cheek of her girlfriend, softly wishing her a, “Good night,” watching how peaceful Mia has become. She still feels horny, compounded by her girlfriend’s unbearable cuteness as she sleeps, making her lay back, clasping her hand to her clit as she cycles her legs. Every time she hears Mia snore, she beams brightly, clutching at her puffy nipples as her fingers claw at her crotch, quietly as she can edging herself to the comfort of completion, relaxing into rest…
Next morning, Carrie is awoken by sounds of hangers shuffling on rails in the wardrobe, lifting her head to see Aniya sorting out her clothes. Aware of her nudeness, Carrie sits up with a start, saying, “Sorry. I’m in your bed. I…”
Aniya interrupts the petite teen with a smirk, “No need to explain. I already talked with Mia before she left for work. You slept through. It was cute to be here, watching her kiss you on the forehead before she left. Tibor used to do that with me when we were a thing.
“You don’t need to be shy, although I know you’re going to be anyway, but you can feel at home here. Mia might’ve also mentioned that you’re in the know about something very personal to us. She must trust you a great deal to tell that to anyone.”
Carrie discerns the mother’s meaning, “I understand if you’re concerned, but, I have my own secrets,” giving a cheeky wink.
Aniya intuits the petite teen’s meaning, giving her attention more fully as she purrs, “Ah, so you share something in common? You shouldn’t say a word to me, or anyone else about it. She should be your only confidant.”
Carrie chuckles, “I get it, like, it’s a big deal. I wouldn’t want anything bad to come of it, for anyone.”
Aniya casts her eye over the petite teen, saying, “That’s a good girl. Get showered and dressed, and you can come sit with me and Kisha, yeah? We can get to know each other more.”