This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

"I'M CUMMMING!!! OH OH OH I'M CUMMING!! OHH HERE I CUMMMMMMMMM!! I'M CUMMING LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN!!" the lady shrieked, her size 48D boobs wobbling and bouncing grotesquely.

"Eww, gross!" Karen recoiled. "Shut it off! Shut that thing off! I'm sure glad my chest doesn't look like that!" She held her arms out in front of her and leaned back, as if trying to hold up monsterous bags of flesh bulging out of her body. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she mocked the screen, and burst into uncontrollable giggles.

Tina vigorously nodded her agreement, and snatched up the controls to the VCR.

"OH!!! STUFF YOUR STEEL-HARD HOT-ROD UP MY HOT JUICY LOVE-CHANNEL!! OHHHH!!!! OHH!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN, I'M CUMM-"

Tina had mercifully found the mute button. The silence was golden. She kept hitting buttons, trying to find the right one to kill the image as well. "What's that stuff smeared all over her lips?" she asked her best friend.

"Toothpaste," Karen told her. "Unless you mean the slobber running down her chin."

"No, toothpaste is green," Tina countered. "That stuff is red, like blood."

"Well, then it must be blood toothpaste!" Karen giggled. "Whatever it is, it sure is ugly. And it looks like she's got a black eye, too."

"Yea, two of 'em," Tina agreed. "And look what she did to her ears. How gross!" Up on the screen, the cow kept bobbing up and down, the rocks and metal suspended from holes in her earlobes jangling like windchimes in an earthquake. Tina ran her finger along a row of buttons on the control, and the VCR finally shut off. The tape slid out.

Karen took it delicately in between her thumb and forefinger, and pulled it out, holding it at arm's length while holding her nose with her other hand. Tina put her hand over her nose, put her other hand on Karen's shoulder, and they paraded down the hall together, to the master bedroom, chanting, "We're coming like a freight train! We're coming like a freight train! Woo! Wooooooo!"

By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were too full of giggles to keep up the chant. Karen tossed the tape back onto the top shelf in the closet where they'd found it, and they ran out the back door, chasing and tickling each other.

"Want to go swimming?" Karen asked.

"Yea!" Tina eagerly agreed. "I'll turn on the water for you." She ran over to the house faucet while Karen pulled the other end of the hose over to the old bathtub resting on boards between the flower garden and the swingset. "Ready?" she called.

"Let 'er rip!" Karen shouted back. She held the hose over the tub and waited for the blast. When it came, she moved her finger over the end of the hose and sprayed water back and forth into the tub, making it foam up and dance around merrily. Tina waited by the faucet. "That's enough!" Karen eventually announced, and the flow stopped. She dropped the hose. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she laughed, and reached down to pull her dress up over her head.

"No fair! You always do that!" Tina objected, trying to pull her own dress off while high-stepping through the middle of the flower garden, the most direct path. Jerking it off her arms, she tossed it aside into the flowers and ran faster. The sun dress fell across a tall stand of zinnias, and lay drooping miserably, as if already missing the touch of the soft warm little girl's body it was meant to hold.

Karen already had her panties down to her ankles. She sat on the end of the tub and raised her left leg, pulling it free. She kicked her right foot, sending her panties flying. They hit Tina square in the face as she approached, intent on getting her own panties down without stumbling. Karen giggled and leaned back, holding her arms and legs out wide. She fell back into the tub with a smile, the sort of smile that on a little girl always boasts 'betcha ya can't not love me!'

Tina freed her head from Karen's panties, and bent over to free her legs from her own. Naked at last, she hopped over the edge of the tub and splashed in. She scooped up a double handful of water and tossed it at her friend. Karen retaliated immediately, and within minutes, the girls had the tub half empty again.

"Let's play on the swings!" Karen suggested. She stood and stepped out of the tub.

Tina, always the follower in the friendship because she was a year younger than Karen, threw one last handful of water, then rose from the tub, her long black hair dripping, sticking to her back and her chest. She collected it in her arms, pulling it behind her head, her elbows up and wide as she faced the sun. Her ribs stood out on her pale chest as she held her wet hair in one hand and squeezed a stream of water from it with the other. "Braid me?" she asked.

Karen moved behind Tina and began working the hair in and out, in and out, making a long braid between her friend's delicate shoulder blades, on down the middle of her back, and finishing up with a small tuft of hair laying lightly between Tina's softly rounded bare bottom cheeks. "I don't have anything to hold it," she apologised.

"That's alright, it's good enough for now," Tina decided. "It tickles my bottom, when I move my head. See?" She moved her head forward and back, tickling herself awhile. Envious, Karen watched, wishing her own hair hadn't been cut so short.

"Now me," Karen commanded. "I want pigtails this time." She turned her back on Tina and gathered her own shoulder-length blond hair on either side of her head, twisting it in each hand. "Look at me, I'm a scarecrow!" she laughed, and struck a pose with her arms out wide, a hank of hair in each hand, her right knee raised at a silly angle. Tina giggled and began to braid the left side. Karen held the pose as long as she could, then lowered her knee back down and stood with her legs apart, letting Tina work.

"Yours aren't going to stay unless we get something for them," Tina warned. "I have an idea. Stay there and hold them a bit!" She passed the ends of the braids into Karen's hands and ran to the wooden fence that separated Karen's back yard from her own. She ducked and turned sideways and slipped through a narrow opening.

"Hey!" Karen called, as she saw her friend's bottom disappear from sight. Tina didn't answer, so Karen stood and waited, still holding her braids out in her hands. She felt chilly from the water evaporating off her naked body, and shivered. She didn't have long to wait, before Tina popped through the opening, her hands full of weeds.

"This should do it," Tina declared, running back up to Karen, "but I'll have to figure out how." She dropped the bundle at Karen's feet and extracted a long thin vine. Small white flowers ornamented the vine at irregular intervals. She experimented, tying it into a knot, looping it around Karen's braid. She pulled it tight and broke off the rest. "That's one," she said, and circled around to Karen's other side with the remainder of the vine. She tied it likewise. "Hold still!" she insisted, reaching up with another strand of the flowering vine. She wound it through Karen's hair, and stood back to admire her work. "You look like a fairy princess!" she announced, well pleased.

"And you look like a fairy yourself," Karen noticed, gazing up and down at Tina's slender bareness. "You can be my fairy godmother!" The two girls broke out giggling again, and ran around the yard, leaping and dancing, carefree and joyful. If there had been any fairies watching Karen and Tina play, they surely would have sulked in envy of the girls' beauty.

Karen ran to the swingset and stood by the climbing bars at the end, gesturing for Tina to follow. "Help me up," she asked, putting a hand on Tina's shoulder and raising her foot high. Tina bent her knee and let Karen use it as a step. Karen raised her other foot high and hooked it over the bar. Tina pushed Karen's bottom at the right time, so Karen could get her other knee over the bar. Karen reached down and lent a helping hand as Tina climbed up the side.

Tina's delicate slender body enabled her to reach the bar with less help, but she didn't stop to sit. She hooked both knees over the bar, held it with both hands, and swung backwards. Spreading her legs apart she hooked the tops of her feet against the posts. She released her hands from the bar and hung upside-down. Looking up at Karen looking down at her, she waved and smiled. "Hey Karen! You're upside-down!" she laughed.

"You are!" Karen retorted, wishing that she had Tina's skills at climbing. She reached out a hand and threatened to tickle Tina in her most ticklish place. She wiggled her fingers menacingly, holding them far enough in front of Tina so she could see them.

"You wouldn't dare!" Tina squealed, and quickly grabbed the bar with both hands just in case Karen dared.

Karen waited until Tina had a good grip, then she dared. Her hand came down and she wriggled her fingers against Tina's most sensitive spot, making Tina squirm and gasp. Tina grabbed the post urgently, and quickly pulled herself up so she could get her legs together again. Karen's hand kept dancing across Tina's body, tingling and exciting her, making her twitch and giggle, until Tina leapt down from the bar, out of reach.

"Can't get me now!" Tina teased.

"Oh yes I can!" Karen challenged back, sliding off the bar herself. The two girls took off, running naked across the yard, around beside the house, and out toward the street. Karen was so intent on catching Tina that she didn't notice the boys across the street, watching the girls run across the front yard, until it was too late. "Eeek!" she screamed, and tried to cover her bare body in four places with only two hands. She gave up on covering her tiny pink breasts, and ran awkwardly after Tina, blushing in embarrassment.

Running normally, but looking back with a grin, Tina disappeared around the other side of the house, long before Karen could catch up with her. When Karen got to the back yard again, Tina waited by the swingset, her hand over her mouth, vainly trying to stifle her giggles.

"You did that on purpose!" Karen accused.

"Sure did," Tina admitted. "Fun, wasn't it?"

Karen's reply stopped in her throat. She thought a second. She slowly smiled. "Yea, I guess it was. Want to do it again?"

The girls giggled, and danced merrily together down the path leading to the front yard, looking for all the world like mischievious little fairies. Only prettier.