Study group

(A sequel to Once begun)

The hardest part for Carolyn…

The first hardest part had been meeting Tabitha after school, tacitly agreeing to help her. She could barely make eye contact with her best friend, let alone talk with her. Just by standing together in the hallway, Carolyn had yielded so much of her privacy and innocence.

The hardest part — well, the next hardest part — had been taking her panties off in Tabitha’s bedroom. She left her kilt on, in fact all of the rest of her uniform; not that it offered any coverage, but she felt less bare. Still: spreading her legs, and knowing that Tabitha could see her… her… Carolyn knew the proper words from Biology class, but she had always just thought of it vaguely: “down there” or “my parts.” Tabitha called it her “pussy” and nearly sent Carolyn running from the room, though she had heard the word before.

The hardest part for Carolyn was spreading her legs, with Tabitha watching closely, and masturbating, the afternoon after the night she had touched herself for the first time. Knowing how closely her intimate act was being watched.

The really hardest part was forcing her eyes to look at Tabitha’s…oh god… pussy… while her friend tried to copy the motions of her fingers. It felt so invasive, far too intimate despite their long friendship. “I shouldn’t know what she looks like there,” Carolyn thought, even as her attention and her gaze grew more steady.

Tabitha tried to mimic what Carolyn did. But as Carolyn started to breathe harder, to close her eyes, to rock her head back, Tabitha said “It’s just not working. Help me.”

Carolyn drifted back into focus. “Um… ok… I — how?”

“I don’t know,” Tabitha whined.

“Here… let me… I’ll…” Carolyn sat up, abandoning her own efforts, and her kilt fell back into place to offer a scrap of modesty. She leaned forward. “Can I… touch your hand?” She looked into her friend’s eyes.

“Um. Ok,” said Tabitha, not without nervousness.

Carolyn reached out, and placed her fingers gently on top of the ones that covered her friend’s vulva. ”Let me…” she said, beginning to move Tabitha’s fingers with her own. There was, inevitably, contact between Carolyn’s hand and Tabitha’s intimate treasures, and both girls blushed fiercely — but did not stop.

After a while: “It’s better,” Tabitha said, somewhat breathless. “I think I get it.”

“Good. Keep going.”

Carolyn watched her friend for a while, discomfort almost gone. “You are so pretty,” she blurted.

Tabitha colored even more. “You mean…”

“Yeah. I never… I mean, I never even looked at mine, really.”

“Yeah. Me either.” Tabitha closed her eyes. “Thank you.” A few minutes passed. “Oh, Caro, it’s so nice, but it’s still not working!”

Carolyn was thoughtful. Eighteen hours after her first sexual experience, alone in her bedroom, it seemed far too abrupt. But. But.

“Well…” she said.

“What?”

“There’s… I mean, I don’t really know, it’s just… Something I’ve heard about.”

“What?” asked Tabitha, searching Carolyn’s face.

“Just close your eyes for a minute.”

“Why?”

“Just close them, Tabby,” Carolyn said, softly but firmly.

Tabitha was curious, but they had a long foundation of trust. She closed her eyes and sank back against the pillows. Carolyn leaned closer.

New to the art, Carolyn had to learn as she went along But her friend’s strange taste became familiar quickly, and soon her tongue was dancing on Tabitha’s sensitive clit.

“Oh… oh… don’t stop… don’t stop… oh my… oh…”

“Mmmmmm”

“Oh Carolyn what are you doing to me?!?!?!? Oh — Oh Carolyn — it… it’s WORKING!!!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm”

“Oh oh OH OH AaaaaaahhhAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaah!!!”

“Mmmhmm.” Carolyn raised her head. “It’s like that,” she said, and licked her lips.

— Frenulum