Tabitha’s turn

(A sequel to Another Step)

“Caro, could I…”

“What?”

“No — never mind.”

“What?” Carolyn insisted.

“Well… would it be ok if, um…” Tabitha paused, blushed, swallowed. “If I — only if it’s totally ok with you — um… looked at you? Like, a little bit more carefully?”

“Look at me?” asked Carolyn, momentarily perplexed.

“At, like, your… pussy?”

Carolyn regarded her best friend for a few quiet seconds. Then, in answer, she rose to her knees, unfastened her uniform kilt, pulled it off, and dropped it on the floor by the bed, joining her panties. Watching Tabitha’s face, she stretched out on her back, and finally spread her legs apart.

On elbows and knees, Tabitha crept closer, until her head was between Carolyn's parted thighs. Carolyn felt breath, soft and warm, caressing her.

"Um. Could, um… could you, like, show me kind of, more inside?" Tabitha asked, with a tremor in her voice.

"You do it."

"Oh," said Tabitha. Carolyn’s sudden confidence — even boldness — was difficult to adapt to. With uncertain fingers she reached out, touched her best friend forever, and opened her.

“Oh god,” Tabitha whispered. “It’s… if the pictures in the textbook were good, I would have —”

“What?”

“You’re so… interesting. And pretty. Is this where…”

“I pee.”

“Yes. It’s so tiny. I can hardly see it. Caro, can I ask you something like, super lame and stupid?”

“Yes.” Carolyn put all of her reassurance into her voice.

“How big is a penis?” asked Tabitha.

“I don’t know exactly. But…” Carolyn made a circle with her fingers. “Something like this, I think.”

"Yeah but," said Tabitha. "But… I mean, I thought so too, but… you're just like…"

“That’s the virgin thing,” said Carolyn. “How it has to stretch the first time, or tear even. That’s what the first-time-hurts deal is all about.”

“Oh. Am I…”

“Just like me,” Carolyn said.

“Oh. Ok. I guess… ok, I get that.”

Tabitha looked intently at her friend, opened up in front of her eyes, prettier than a textbook and far more intimate, close, personal. A treasure.

“Can I do that to you?”

“What?” Carolyn asked, but she knew.

“The same. Make you… like you did for me… you know.”

“Please,” said Carolyn.

— Frenulum