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Consuela opened the door soon after the doorbell rang. “Helga!” she said as she hugged the pretty blonde girl on the steps. Helga hugged her back and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m glad to see you too,” Consuela said with a slight blush. “Did you have a nice stay?”

“Yes, Aunt Ella decided I was grown up enough to spend my time as I liked, so I had lots of fun.” Helga continued hugging her waist and seemed almost as if she was going to lean in for another kiss, but after two seconds let her go.

“You have to tell me all about it,” Consuela replied. “Let’s get some soda and go to my room.”

In the kitchen Helga asked, “Connie, have you had a good summer so far?”

“No. It’s been really dull.”

“Your parents are at work?”

“Yes, so it’s been just me. Even the TV is lousy during the day.”

Consuela noticed that Helga was standing a bit closer to her than usual, but it didn’t bother her. She grabbed Helga’s upper arm and said, “Come on, we have the whole day ahead of us! Shame it’s gonna rain.”

They walked into Consuela’s room. Consuela sat on her bed, Helga in her desk chair, and they sipped their sodas for a minute.

“Come here, let me show you something!” Consuela patted the bed next to her and Helga sat down with her left hip against Consuela’s right. Consuela held out her hand and asked, “Like?”

“Is it turquoise?”

“And silver! It was a surprise from Dad for passing junior year. An advance birthday present, he said.”

Helga held Consuela’s hand in the light for a better look. “Sweet! Hey, birthday girl, in a month you won’t be sweet sixteen any more.”

“Sweet sixteen and never been kissed.”

“Poor Connie.”

“Boys have cooties.” She grimaced.

“Oh, I think some of them are cute.”

“Maybe, but they still smell.”

“Are you sure you’re not still thirteen?”

Consuela laughed, “It’s not like there are any boys around anyway, so I’ll probably have to wait until college. I’ll bet the boys are a lot more grown up there.”

Helga shook her head. “Momma says boys don’t grow up until they’re 25.”

Consuela sighed. “I’ll have to get an older boyfriend then. I’ll be 18 and he’ll be 30, and rich and handsome and ever so polite.” They laughed and she continued, “I’ll let him kiss me everywhere, even on my neck!”

“What else will you let him do?”

“Well, what we read about in sex ed. He’ll probably want to go all the way the first night.” She frowned, “I wonder what it’s like.”

“It’s pretty hot.”

Consuela glared at her in shock. “Unh-uh, no way! You’ve never even been kissed!”

“Well, at Aunt Ella’s...”

“No! You kissed a boy! Tell me about it!”

“No, but it was almost as good.”

“What?”

Coyly she replied, “No, it’s probably best not to.”

“Tell me!”

Over the next five minutes Consuela begged and swore eternal secrecy, and Helga finally smiled. “Well, one day I was going to go out to the library while Aunt Ella was at work, but I mislaid my key, so I started looking around. I was in Aunt Ella’s bedroom and started looking at her rings, and then I went in her closet and looked at all her dresses. In the back of her closet she had some...some books, you know?”

“Books?” Suddenly Consuela’s eyes went wide and she giggled and blushed. “Oh, books!” They laughed.

“So I started looking through one of them and just then I heard the front door open. I was too scared to do anything at first, and then it took me a few seconds to put the books back real quiet-like, you know? And just then the door opened and Aunt Ella came in with a younger man. He must have been about 23, and Aunt Ella was topless!”

“Wow.” Consuela giggled.

“Yeah. Aunt Ella told him I was going to be at the library for three or four hours since I’m a bookworm, and she started kissing him.”

“Was he a good kisser?”

“She thought so! He sure looked like it too.”

“So what all did you see?”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“Wow.”

“Did she like it?”

“Oh yes.”

“Wow. I wish I knew what it’s like. Just so I could be ready, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“Lucky you, you know now. Sort of.”

“Yeah.”

“I’d love to know what kissing’s like. Real kissing.”

“Me too.”

Consuela sat there silently for a minute. She felt overheated and had a hard time breathing, and she was suddenly afraid to look at Helga. “We could...well, practice,” she finally said in a small, choked voice, “so we’ll be ready.”

Without a pause Helga said, “Sure, let’s try it.”

Consuela flushed in surprise, overjoyed at not being rejected, and stared into Helga’s light blue eyes. Helga smiled easily. “Well, I think we start like this,” and leaned in to give a light touch of her lips to Consuela’s. She looked at her briefly and leaned in for a longer kiss. Consuela closed her eyes. She felt Helga’s lips pressing against hers and began kissing back.

They kissed for five minutes before Consuela felt Helga’s tongue pushing between her lips. With a sudden thrill she opened her lips and felt the tongue push inside her mouth, and she danced around it with her own tongue. After a minute she pushed her tongue past Helga’s and between her lips; Helga started sucking on her tongue and Consuela began breathing more heavily. She felt as if she would never be able to breathe again and feared her body might cramp up if she couldn’t stretch her muscles, but at the same time she wanted to continue kissing.

Finally she pulled back and said, “Wow.” After a long pause she asked, “What else do boys do?”

Helga said, “Put your arms over my shoulders and let me hug you.”

Consuela felt Helga’s arms wrap around her waist as her own arms wrapped around her shoulders. As Helga kissed her again, Consuela held her tightly, pressing her breasts into her chest, and when she felt Helga’s hands rub up and down her back she reached up to caress Helga’s hair. Helga kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and ran her lips up to her ear and back to her mouth. Consuela shivered and released a small moan. Helga continued kissing her and soon Helga felt her begin pushing her back slightly. Consuela lay back and felt Helga’s chest on hers; her legs stretched out toward the edge of the bed while Helga’s lay full length along the bed.

Consuela was more comfortable lying underneath Helga and held her tightly as they kissed deeply into each other’s mouths. She still felt tight in her legs and fluttery in her belly, but there was less risk of her arm and chest muscles cramping from holding them clenched. She also felt less trepidation that she would frighten Helga into stopping and leaving, so she whispered, “What else do boys do?”

“Wonderful things,” Helga said, and Consuela nearly cried out in joy as Helga’s hands moved up her sides to hold her breasts. Helga squeezed them lightly and raised herself enough to let her hands roam over them. Consuela felt her fingers tweaking her nipples through her shirt and bra. She pushed her chest up against Helga’s hands as she moaned into her mouth. She felt Helga smile and looked up into her eyes as she pulled away.

“You need to show me what it feels like when a boy does that,” she said, and Consuela happily pulled her hands down to feel Helga’s breasts. They were smaller than hers but still filled her hands, and her nipples felt even harder than her own. She followed Helga’s lead in caressing them and craned her neck up to kiss Helga again.

A few minutes later Helga whispered, “It gets even better.”

She reached down Consuela’s sides to her belt and pulled her shirt out of her pants. She pulled it up and bunched it under her armpits and then lifted Consuela’s bra so her breasts splayed out. Consuela looked on in amazement as Helga caressed her bare breasts and then lowered her head to kiss her right nipple, then her left. Soon she began sucking on them and Consuela moaned loudly, and moaned again.

Helga sat up and pulled her own shirt and bra off. Consuela stared at the creamy whiteness of her breasts capped with pink aureolas and erect nipples sticking out full and firm and slowly reached up to run her fingers over them. She felt around them and under them and then held them firmly. Soon she was caressing the nipples and felt Helga raise herself towards her. She closed her eyes and felt a nipple press against her lips; she opened her mouth and began to suck lightly. Helga moaned and pressed her breasts into Consuela’s face; Consuela kissed her other nipple, worked her way back to the first one, and then tried to squeeze both into her mouth. Soon she succeeded; Helga groaned and shifted her weight onto Consuela’s right hip.

Consuela continued sucking on her breasts, and as Helga played with her nipples in return she felt an almost queasy excitement in her hips and belly. She felt Helga’s right thigh move between her own, and as if this gave her permission to let go she began thrusting her hips against Helga’s thigh. Helga began thrusting hard against her, and as she moaned she rammed her pelvis into the top of Consuela’s thigh. She cried out and pulled her breasts away from Consuela’s mouth. Consuela stared up at her as she thrust hard against her, watching her face and neck flush and her breasts swing wildly with each thrust. She held Helga’s hips and felt the muscles in her sides as she tensed hard above her.

It took only a minute for Helga’s climax to begin. She cried out as she slammed herself hard against Consuela’s thigh and then collapsed onto her. Consuela moaned herself, this time in frustration, and Helga looked down at her and said, “Poor Connie, let me show you what else boys do.”

Consuela nodded. Helga reached down to her belt buckle and ran her fingers along the top of her pants. “May I?”

Consuela stared at her and finally nodded. Helga undid her belt and jeans button and unzipped her. She then reached up to help her remove her shirt and bra, and then pulled her pants and panties off. Consuela stared at her in shock and guilt, but her desire and curiosity were greater, so she did not resist as Helga pushed her thighs apart and lightly ran her fingers up from her knees to her swollen labia. As Helga lightly ran her fingers along and then between her inner lips, she lay back and began trusting her hips upwards.

She felt something slowly enter her and looked down to see that Helga had pushed the tip of her index finger inside her. Waves of pleasure filled her belly and she lay back and closed her eyes. She felt Helga’s hair brushing her belly down to her hips and then felt her breath on her pubis. Suddenly she was filled with unendurable pleasure as a soft pressure settled on her clitoris, and she looked down again to see Helga’s face buried between her thighs.

She grabbed Helga’s head and rubbed her hair as she thrust hard against her face and her flittering tongue, and when Helga closed her lips around her clitoris and pushed two fingers inside her, she boiled over and crushed her head between her thighs. She squealed and groaned sweet nonsensical cries as her first climax hit her, and for nearly a minute she pushed Helga’s head half a foot off the bed as she raised herself on her shoulders and feet. Finally she collapsed and pushed Helga roughly away from her now over-sensitive vulva.

Helga lay down next to her and held her. They kissed, Consuela shuddering at her smell on Helga’s face, and Helga pulled away to blow her nose and rub her face. Despite herself, Consuela laughed. Helga grinned and lay down again, and they kissed for several minutes until they dozed off.

Fifteen minutes later Consuela woke up. She looked over to see Helga watching her. “Do boys always do that?”

“Only the really good ones,” Helga replied.

Consuela was swept with guilt, but she could not forget how intensely Helga had pleasured her. “I think it’s time you learn what it’s like when a boy does that,” she said, and began unbuckling Helga’s belt.

Helga stared at Consuela’s full brown breasts with their dark nipples and at her thick bush of jet black hair between her thighs. Consuela sat there for several seconds after uncovering Helga’s drenched and matted thicket of brown hair. Finally she made a decision and pushed Helga’s thighs apart and looked at her pussy, now largely relaxed and little more than a slit with a couple of loose folds peeking out.

She reached down and spread Helga’s lips apart. Helga moaned and locked her thighs as far apart as they would stretch. Consuela held her breath at the first smell of her odor, but finally she breathed out through her mouth and in through her nose as she learned by touch where Helga was most sensitive. She pushed a finger inside her; the tunnel was moist and soft and Helga’s breath quickened as she explored the different textures of Helga’s vagina. As she caressed the front wall, Helga reached down to grab her wrist and said, “Yes, there, don’t stop. Lick me, Connie, at the top.”

Although taken aback by the need in Helga’s voice, she did as Helga told and began licking the hard nub she found there. Soon Helga was gasping and squeezing Consuela’s hair, and her rhythm quickened and her thrusts shifted from a ragged circling to a determined up and down against Consuela’s face. Consuela felt Helga’s tunnel begin contracting around her fingers. Suddenly Helga’s muscles locked up and she squealed as Consuela’s fingers rubbed fast and hard inside her. Her climax was short and intense and she fell back exhausted after only a few seconds.

She pulled Consuela to her and kissed her deeply. “Thank you, thank you,” she gasped.

“Was it good?” Consuela asked nervously.

“Yes. You made me feel so good, Connie.”

As they lay there, Consuela thought about what they had done and a sick feeling of guilt gripped her belly. Helga rose to kiss her, but she turned away.

“Connie,” she finally said, “please kiss me.”

“I don’t think we should.”

“Connie, wasn’t it good? Didn’t you like it?”

“It was wrong.”

“Oh, Connie.”

The pain in her voice made Consuela look at her. As she lay there, she heard the rain pounding against the windows. Helga’s eyes were starting to water, and Consuela felt as if she were being torn apart by guilt and desire.

Consuela knew she had to decide quickly. If she cast Helga away, she realized she would always regret it, and to avoid that she was willing to swallow her guilt and live with it forever.

“Helga, I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave. Stay with me. Kiss me again.”

Helga lay against her and started to cry. “Oh, Connie, don’t scare me like that.”

They kissed.

“Tell me more about your aunt and her boyfriend.”

“I lied a little, Connie. It was her girlfriend.”

Helga had been looking through her aunt’s closet. In the back right corner she saw a small bookshelf with a number of oversize books on the top shelf and some thick paperbacks on the others. She pulled out the largest book and opened it. To her shock, she saw...what?

She suddenly realized it was a head of hair between two spread thighs. As she turned the page, she found the head belonged to a beautiful blonde... and on the next page she saw that the thighs surrounded a woman’s organs. Helga had played with herself, but she had never known it could look anything like that! Nervous and fascinated, she turned the pages and saw the progress of two beautiful women making love to each other.

She suddenly realized she was wet and deeply aroused. She put the book up and looked at the next one, which had pictures of more beautiful women loving each other. She glanced at the other books and saw all of them were about sex and most of them exclusively involved women. She opened one and stared in fascination at a woman paying with herself, just as she did some nights, only she was proud and seductive. Her thighs were wide open for the camera, which she stared at daringly, and had her fingers between her thighs.

Helga turned the pages and saw the stages of the woman’s orgasm. She had a narrow waist and firm breasts, wide hips and solid thighs. Her hair was a beautiful deep red and her eyes were green and firm. Between her thighs was a thick orange tuft of hair framing thick pink lips. Helga reached inside her pants and began caressing herself as the model did.

She wondered if she would ever be able to face a camera so proudly and show she was entirely unafraid of pleasuring herself. Hell, she doubted she could show herself in a mirror like that! She began caressing her labia and shuddered in pleasure. In the past, she had never had much to focus on and had fleeting orgasms that satisfied her but left little impression but a vague feeling of guilt and unwholesomeness. Seeing such a beautiful woman pleasuring herself so unafraid and with such flair was a revelation to Helga, who caressed her labia as the model was doing.

She wondered if her vulva was as pretty as the model’s. She decided she would watch herself in the mirror later, but she doubted she could match the sheer hypnotism of the model’s gaze. She rubbed deeply inside herself with her right hand and tuned the pages with her left hand. Soon she reached the end of the set, and sighed as she saw the model close her eyes and throw her head back in the next-to-last picture, and then stare invitingly into the camera in the last one.

The next set showed a beautiful blonde woman in a business suit talking to her secretary, a gorgeous black woman dressed to the nines; both exuded sex and shook Helga to her core. As the secretary seduced her boss, Helga stared fascinated at two women’s bodies, so different yet equally beautiful. The blonde had big hair around a round face like she’d seen in her mother’s high school photos, while the black woman had her hair drawn tightly back to show her sharp cheekbones to their best advantage. She almost cheered when she saw the beautiful full breasts hidden underneath the boss’s pink silk blouse, creamy white with light brown tips, and then sighed again when she saw the secretary’s full hips and firm breasts, chocolate brown with coal-black nipples.

Soon they were both naked and kissing, and she stared at the close-ups between their thighs. She turned the page and gasped as she saw the secretary’s lips near the thick brown hair between her boss’s thighs, and then stared avidly at her lips and tongue caressing the dark pink lips her brown fingers exposed. The next pair of pages showed the two of them with their faces between each other’s thighs in a glossy display that stretched across both pages. The top half showed the secretary’s deep black-purple lips and a shocking pink center receiving the ministrations of a beautiful mouth made up perfectly in red lipstick; the bottom half showed the other side of the combination.

With a sudden wave of desire, Helga wanted both women; she had never thought of the possibility of oral sex before, and the beauty of the act sent a deep ache through her loins that she instinctively sought to dull with her fingers. She pushed two fingers deep inside herself and bit her lip to keep from screaming as her first orgasm pulsed through her. While it eased the ache, it did nothing to still her new-found desires, and she worked her way through the rest of the book, realizing she now loved women very, very much. Of course there’s no way they’d be interested in a dull, plan schoolgirl like her, but at least she could revel in their beauty.

Her second orgasm hit as she stared at two beautiful brunettes sucked each other for her delectation as well as theirs. She moaned, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her ragged breath masking all other sounds, and so she missed the slight sound of the front door opening.

As she caught her breath, she suddenly heard an odd sound from the front of the house, and with a sickening sensation she heard her aunt giggle, “Yes, she’s off at the library. We’ll be alone for at least two hours.”

She heard steps slowly rustling over the hallway carpet and sighs and kisses, and all she had time to do was pull the closet door quietly. She left a small gap to watch for a chance to escape, but pulled away from that when the bedroom door opened and Aunt Ella came in with a full-figured woman with caramel skin and jet black hair. Ella already had stripped to the waist, and the other woman quickly undressed and helped Ella strip fully bare.

Helga wanted to hide, but she was fascinated by the scene playing out before her. Ella was slender and blonde like Helga; she had thick brown hair like Helga’s and firm breasts that fit so easily in her friend’s hands.

Ella sighed, “Oh God, Teresa, I’ve missed you.”

Helga realized suddenly that Teresa looked much like Consuela, and with that she was swept with the desire to make love to her.

She watched as Teresa pushed Ella back on the bed, and Helga stared with a mixture of passion and guilt at the beautiful labia and hair exposed to her. Soon Teresa’s head was in the way and she stared with joy at Teresa’s wide open lips, not more than a yard before her. The lips were thick and dark brown and fully exposed in a nest of thick kinky back hairs, and as Teresa’s fingers dipped between them and soon settled on her clitoris, Helga rubbed herself to the edge and held off.

When Ella climaxed, she screamed at the top of her lungs and bucked so hard Helga was sure she’d break her bed. The bed was built well, however, and after a minute settled into silence. Ella said, “Get up here. I need to suck you.”

Helga rejoiced as she saw Ella position Teresa with her thighs splayed open towards the closet, and the two soon fell into the same sort of 69 that Helga had climaxed to twice already. She could see Teresa’s engorged labia in flashes when Ella’s hair didn’t block it, and when Teresa came she squealed and lifted herself off the bed. Helga climaxed at the same time, but however silent she tried to be, her gasps and rustlings were audible over Teresa’s cries.

Helga collapsed in exhaustion, and two seconds later she cried out in surprise as the closet door slid open. Ella stood in front of her with a stern expression as she glanced from Helga’s unbuttoned pants to the glossy pictures open before her, and as Helga started crying in shame, her face softened.

“Aunt Ella, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look, oh God, please forgive me!”

Ella reached up to grab two robes. She tossed one to Teresa as she put on the other. She then sat down beside Helga. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Come on, don’t cry.” Helga hugged her and cried into her shoulder, and Ella said, “I guess I should have looked more carefully to see if you were here, but I was just so happy to finally have some time with Teresa...”

“I just couldn’t find my key and I started looking around and I’m so sorry I snooped.”

“All girls snoop. I forgive you. Come on, let’s go talk,” she said as she picked up the book and put it away carefully. “We really need to talk.”

They went into the living room and sat on the couch, Ella to Helga’s left and Teresa to her right.

Ella went straight to the point. “I love women. Your mother told me not to do anything while you were here, and I tried, but I was just so lonely for Teresa after a week. I’m sorry.”

“It’s your house,” Helga said simply.

“But you’re my guest. And my niece. I should have had more consideration for you.”

“I didn’t mind. It was pretty. You have a beautiful girlfriend.”

Teresa guffawed as Ella blushed, and Ella finally said, “So...you...weren’t just spying. I guess you weren’t, judging from the book.”

“I was...oh...” and she had nothing to add.

“Did you like the book?”

Helga’s throat was too dry to speak, so she only nodded.

“Oh dear,” Ella said. Teresa patted her shoulder and Ella kissed the top of her head. “Come here, you poor girl.” Ella cradled her head on her shoulder. After a few minutes she said, “It’s not easy being like us, you know. You’ll have so much trouble.”

Helga nodded.

Ella thought for a moment and said, “You shouldn’t tell your mother about this. She’ll be disappointed in me, and you know how hard that is.”

Helga giggled and nodded.

“Well, anyway, Helga, this is my girlfriend Teresa. Teresa, Helga.”

Teresa held out her hand to shake and said, “Pleased to meet you, Helga.”

“Hi, Teresa. You’re really beautiful. You look like my best friend Consuela.”

Teresa laughed, “Good luck with that, dear.”

Ella smiled and said, “I guess you’re curious about things, so go pick out some of my books, and if you have any questions, just ask.”

Ella went with Helga back to the bedroom and let her pick out three picture books and recommended a collection of sexy stories. “God, don’t tell your mother I’m letting you look at these. She doesn’t mind what I am, but she doesn’t think anyone should think about sex until they’re in their twenties, and especially not her beloved daughter.”

Helga smiled. “I won’t tell. It’s our secret.”

“Good. Now go read in your room. Teresa and I will be in here and I’m locking the door, so don’t dare to disturb our privacy again. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Shake.”

They shook hands and Helga went to her room on the other side of the house. As Helga fell in love with a succession of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, Ella and Teresa devoured each other repeatedly, though more quietly than was their wont.

Helga stripped and lay spread-eagled on her bed and over the next three hours climaxed three times, each time a glimpse of a new world in which she finally understood the beauty of sex. Finally she pushed the books aside in exhaustion and went to wash up. For the first time she felt happy and clean after playing with herself, and as she took a shower she dreamed of a day when Ella and Teresa would be rivaled by Helga and Consuela.

As Helga told Consuela all this, Consuela became aroused. By the end of it, Consuela was breathing raggedly. She pulled Helga’s hand between her thighs and reached over to caress her. Helga knelt between her thighs and began exploring her again with her tongue. Soon she smiled as Consuela overcame her guilt and with clumsy fingers familiarized herself with her body. Consuela soon bucked up against her and cried out softly, but Helga did not release her at the end; instead, she had learned well from the stories her aunt had recommended and continued caressing and then sucking her.

After Consuela’s third climax, Helga pushed her onto her back and sat above her. Consuela reached up and pulled her hips to her face and tried to give Helga the pleasure she’d received from her. After a couple of minutes she realized to her surprise that she was wild with the desire to suck Helga. Her heart leapt when she felt Helga’s climax begin, and she kept her lips on her vulva and her tongue inside her no matter how violently Helga thrust. When Helga collapsed on her, she looked up at her vulva and watched curiously as Helga’s arousal abated and her lips shrank and folded back neatly inside her.

Consuela said, “I wish I could have seen that book.”

“I have it.”

“You stole it?”

“No, I told Aunt Ella how much I liked it and she lent it to me. I have to keep it hidden, but I’d love to show it to you. It’s just past one. Wanna come to my house now?”

“Yes.”

They dressed and rushed the five blocks to Helga’s house. They had a quick lunch from the fridge and then retired to Helga’s room. Helga pulled out the book and as Consuela stared with increasing fascination at the pictures, Helga massaged her back and slowly undressed her.

By the time Consuela started falling in love with the red-haired model's ability to pleasure herself proudly, Helga had undressed as well and lay next to her. She said, “I’ll do that for you.”

Consuela nodded because her throat was too dry to speak, and she sat up as Helga leaned back against the headboard and positioned herself for Consuela’s pleasure. She stared at Consuela and soon looked at her as proudly as the model did when Consuela sat back, spread her thighs, and caressed herself for Helga’s pleasure. The two stared into each other’s eyes, and as Consuela came she felt the nagging feeling of guilt begin to dissolve.

After Helga came, they returned to the book. “When Aunt Ella visits next month I’ll give it back to her. I want you to meet her. I want to show you off to her, you’re so beautiful. You’re as beautiful as any of he women in this book.”

Consuela kissed Helga and smiled. They lay side by side and flipped through the pages. By the end of the third set of beautiful women sucking each other, Consuela was wild with desire for Helga. She pushed her down onto the bed and positioned herself to imitate the boss and her secretary, and as they came against each other’s face Consuela felt the guilt pass away like an ache that finally healed.