Another step

(A sequel to Study Group)

Carolyn sat up on the bed. Tabitha lay panting, trembling, with her eyes closed; Carolyn watched her fondly, her initial shyness gone. She looked between Tabby’s wide-spread legs at the feminine flower she had just come to know so well, admiring the glistening folds of her lips and the swollen bud of her clitoris. Tabitha’s hymen fascinated her: so much a topic of hushed talk and rumor amongst the tartlets, but never confronted so clearly and boldly. It looked more robust than fragile, a more daunting barrier than the stories suggested; Carolyn wanted to touch it with her fingers as her tongue had just done.

Minutes passed until Tabitha’s eyes fluttered open. When she caught Carolyn’s gaze her face flushed deep pink. She grabbed a corner of a sheet, to pull it over her nudity, but it was caught, and eventually she stopped trying. “Thanks, Caro,” Tabby said. “I know that… I mean, it wasn’t easy, I know, to… well, help me so much.”

“I liked it,” Carolyn said simply. And mustering a last scrap of courage added, “I liked licking your pussy.” When the words were out she blushed, but her gaze held Tabitha’s eyes.

Tabitha’s face grew suddenly serious. “It’s a sin, isn’t it?” she asked. “A mortal sin — sex except with your husband, right?” She propped herself up on her elbows, paying no attention to her parted legs or wet, open pussy. “We both have to go to Confession this Saturday.”

“Won’t help,” Carolyn replied.

“Why?”

“’Cause to confess you have to be sorry,” Carolyn answered. “I’m not sorry. I don’t regret anything. I’m happy I sucked you, and I liked it, and if you let me I’ll do it again. If that’s a sin then… I don’t care.”

Tabitha bit her lip and studied her friend’s resolute expression.

She leaned forward, took Carolyn’s head in her hands. Drew her close.

They kissed.

Neither girl had given or received a serious kiss. For a few seconds, it was awkward. After a few seconds, it was normal, natural, intense, delicious, essential, vital.

When they came up for air, Tabitha said, “Um… this is… kinda… practice for having boyfriends, right?”

Carolyn kissed her again. “I’m not sure,” she said. “I’m… a little confused — a lot confused and not ready and — and… I don’t know. We’ll see.” Their next kiss was longer, deeper, and not at all uncertain.

— Frenulum