Robin and Debbie had known each other literally all their lives. They'd been born on the same day, in the same hospital (Debbie first, then Robin about two hours later), and their moms were next door neighbors. It was only natural that they would become friends. They spent almost all of their time together, walking to school in the mornings, sitting in the same third grade class, playing together at recess, going home together after school, and playing together, usually at Debbie's house, until their Moms got home from work. They would sometimes eat dinner at each other's houses too, and quite often had sleepovers. It was at one of the sleepovers, on a Friday night in late April 2005, when Robin and Debbie figured out that they were more than just friends, even more than best friends. A lot more.

It was Robin's turn to go to Debbie's house for the sleepover. As usual, she brought along her backpack, stuffed with everything she would need for the night: her peejays, a clean pair of underwear, her toothpaste and toothbrush, her Raggedy Ann doll (she couldn't sleep without it), several candy bars that she and Robin could snack on after dinner, and her favorite Buffy The Vampire Slayer comic books. With all of this stuff, along with the opportunity to spend time with her totally best friend in the whole world, Robin knew that it was going to be a fun night.

As she came through the back door of Debbie's house and went through the kitchen, Debbie's mom, who was sitting at the kitchen table, looked her over and said, "Well, look who's here, it's Bobbsie Twin number two." She was always calling her and Debbie the Bobbsie Twins, although Robin had no idea why; their names weren't Bobbsie, for starters, plus they didn't look anything alike. Robin knew that Debbie's mom was just being silly, but still it made her feel a little strange, especially when she looked all up and down Robin's body like that, as if she was looking for something wrong with her.

"Hi," she said, smiling shyly. "Is Debbie here?" She immediately realized how dumb that question was; of course Debbie was here, where else would she be?

"She's up in her room, sweetheart," Debbie's mom said. She let her eyes slide all over Robin again before she looked away.

"Thank you."

Robin went quickly through the kitchen and living room to the stairs. She took them two at a time, calling out as she went, "Debbie! I'm here!" She got to the top of the stairs just as Debbie's bedroom door flew open and Debbie came out into the hallway. The girls saw each other at the same time and grinned happily and threw their arms out to their sides. Robin's backpack fell to the floor and, screaming their glee, the girls ran into each other's arms. They hugged fiercely, then gave each other quick kisses, one, two, three times, on the lips. They pulled back a little, but neither let go of the other one. They stood there like that, their arms still around each other, pressing their tummies together as they looked into each other's eyes.

For all the things that Debbie and Robin had in common, they didn't look alike at all. For one thing, Debbie was almost an inch taller than Robin, and she had bright, slightly wild blonde hair and blue eyes, while Robin 's hair was straight and fine, the color of chocolate, and her eyes were green. They were both beautiful, though, in their own ways, and they each had the thin gangly shapeless bodies of typical eight year old girls. And, for the moment, they both had the same sweet smiles on their young faces, the same intense look of deep love in their eyes. They truly were best friends, Robin thought.

"I'm so glad you're here," Debbie said.

"Me too," Robin replied. "I brought my Buffy comics."

"Cool." Debbie let go of her and took her hand. "Let's go look at them."

Robin bent down and picked up her backpack, then allowed Debbie to pull her her into the bedroom. They flopped down together on the bed and Robin opened her backpack and pulled out her comics. There were four of them, numbers 69 to 72. She set them down in a stack and she and Debbie, laying side by side on their stomachs, looked at the cover of the one on top. It had a picture of Buffy (a real picture, not a drawing) standing in Giles's library with a kind of thoughtful look on her face. Her blonde hair was brushed straight and parted in the middle, and she was wearing a white tanktop with spaghetti straps. Robin couldn't tell what else she might be wearing because the picture only showed her from the waist up. She decided that Buffy was probably wearing blue jeans; she liked Buffy best when she was wearing blue jeans.

"Wow," she said. "Buffy is so pretty."

"Yeah," Debbie agreed. "She has really nice eyes. I think Willow's pretty too, though. I like her red hair."

"Yeah, Willow's pretty, too."

"Which one would you rather kiss? Buffy or Willow?"

Robin was a little surprised by Debbie's question; she'd asked the Who would you rather kiss question before, but it had always been about boys.

"I dunno," she said. "I never really thought about it before."

That wasn't really true; Robin had thought about kissing Buffy before, but she was afraid to say so, even with Debbie's question.

"I think you would kiss Buffy," Debbie said. "You like her better than Willow."

"Yeah, I guess," Robin said.

"I bet Willow would like to kiss Buffy too, even though she already has a girlfriend."

"Well, Willow and Buffy have been best friends for a long time"

"Maybe they have kissed each other, already."

"Maybe," Robin said, shrugging her small shoulders. She'd thought about that, too; on the TV show, when Willow had turned into a lesbian, Robin had hoped that she and Buffy would fall in love, but it hadn't happened.

"You know what we could do?" Debbie said. "We could pretend we're Buffy and Willow and make them kiss."

"Yeah, we could do that," Robin replied. She felt her heart suddenly beating in her chest, but she didn't know why. She wasn't scared or anything. "But what about Tara? Willow wouldn't cheat on her."

"Tara died, remember?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Come on," Debbie said.

She sat up on the bed and Robin did, too. They moved Robin's comics and backpack out of the way and positioned themselves so that they were facing each other, both of them crossing their legs Indian style, with their hands together in their laps.

"I'll start," Debbie said. "Willow, I'm glad that we're best friends. I've always loved you, and I think it's okay that you're a lesbian."

"Thank you, Buffy," Robin said. "I've always loved you too, with all my heart."

"I know. And now that Tara is gone I think I should tell you something. I wanted to tell you before but I couldn't because of Tara."

"What is it, Buffy?" Robin reached over and touched Debbie's hand sympathetically. Her heart was still beating hard in her chest.

"Willow," Debbie said as she took Robin's little hand in hers, "I'm a lesbian too. And I'm in love with you, and I would like to kiss you."

"I would like that too, Buffy." Robin was staring into Debbie's beautiful blue eyes and she realized that what she was saying was true; she really did want Debbie to kiss her the way Buffy would kiss Willow if they were both lesbians. All of a sudden she felt sorta like crying, but she didn't know why.

"Okay," Debbie said. "Are you ready?"

Robin nodded and the two little girls leaned toward each other. Each of them closed their eyes and a moment later they were pressing their lips together. Robin was surprised, both by how nice it was to kiss Debbie this way, but also by the strange surge of feelings that sped through her body. It was like lightning that started out in her tummy and zipped up and down, into her chest and down between her legs. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but at the same time it felt like it went on forever, and when the girls parted and drew back from each other, they were both smiling.

"That was really nice," Debbie said.

"Yeah," Robin replied, feeling her shy smile turning into a grin. 'You're a good kisser, Buffy."

"Am I a better kisser than Tara was?"

"Better than anybody."

Robin's smiled widened and she asked, "You wanna kiss some more?"

"Sure," Debbie said.

They kissed again, this time a little longer, and they even put their arms around each other. Robin felt that strange lightning again, only a little stronger, and she found herself holding her breath as she mooshed her lips against Debbie's. She wondered why they'd never tried this before.

"Aw, aren't you two sweet?"

The girls stopped kissing at the sound of Debbie's mom's voice, but they didn't let each other go. Debbie's mom was standing in the doorway, arms crossed in front of her, and smiling the same way she smiled at babies and kittens. Robin couldn't help but smile too.

"Hi, Mrs. Eisenhower," she said. "We were just playing Buffy and Willow. I'm Willow."

"And I'm Buffy," Debbie said.

"Well, you were very sweet, the way you were kissing each other. But you have to get washed up for dinner now. It'll be ready in five minutes."

"Okay, Mom," Debbie said.

Debbie's mom left the doorway and the girls let go of each other. They went across the hall to the bathroom and each of them washed their hands and faces, then made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen. They set the table while Debbie's mom brought the food over from the stove: a big pot of spaghetti, a plate of garlic bread, and a bowl of broccoli. Everyone sat down to eat, and while they ate Debbie and Robin continued to talk to each other like Buffy and Willow, even using the characters' names, except they didn't say anything about being in love or kissing. They just talked about school and homework and killing vampires. They thought it was fun, and Debbie's mom even laughed and shook her head.

After dinner the girls helped Debbie's mom with the dishes, then they went into the family room to watch an Olsen Twins movie on DVD. They continued to play Buffy and Willow for a while, but then started playing the Olsen Twins. Debbie was Mary Kate and Robin was Ashley. They didn't kiss each other like they did when they were Willow and Buffy (after all, they were sisters) but they did wrestle around once, pretending to fight over a boy they both supposedly liked. Robin liked the wrestling around, and near the end of it, when Debbie got her pinned to the floor, she felt those special feelings she'd had when they were kissing return. They felt so nice that she almost told Debbie about them, but then Debbie suddenly got off of her and wanted to just sit and watch the rest of the movie.

After the movie it was time to take their showers. Always before they took separate showers, but tonight Robin got the idea that they could take their shower together. She suggested this to Debbie, who squinted at her and said, "You want us to take our showers together?"

"Why not?" Robin said. "I bet if Willow and Buffy were in love they would take their showers together."

Debbie seemed to think about that, then said, "Yeah, you're probably right."

So they went to the bedroom and got their peejays, then went into the bathroom together. Debbie got the water going, then both girls began to undress. As they started taking their clothes off Robin suddenly felt shy, and tried not to look at Debbie. But she did look a couple times, and when she did she noticed that Debbie was looking at her too. When they were naked they stopped and curiously examined each other's bodies. Robin could see that Debbie's body looked a lot like hers, only a little taller, but that her pussy seemed a little different. Robin's pussy was pale and small and didn't have any hair, and while Debbie's didn't have any hair either, it had a light pink color to it, and it looked kind of swollen up.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Robin asked gently, pointing to Debbie's pussy.

Debbie looked down at herself for a second, then said, "Oh, no, it's just that, well, I've been doing some things with it."

"What kind of things?"

"I'll tell ya later. Let's just take our shower now."

"Okay."

The girls got into the shower. Each of them rinsed off under the spray of water, then began lathering up their young bodies with soap. They watched each other as they did so, sometimes looking each other over, and sometimes just staring into each other's eyes. After they rinsed off the soap they each shampooed their hair. After that Robin figured it was time to get out, but then Debbie said, "Hey, you wanna try something I saw in a movie?"

"I dunno," Robin said, "what did you see?"

"Two girls kissing in a shower." Debbie replied with a smile.

"You saw that in a movie? What movie?"

"I don't know the name of it. It was a movie my mom has. There were these two girls and they got in the shower and soaped each other all up, then they made out."

"Were they girls like us?" Robin asked.

"No, they were grown up girls. They had boobs and everything. But one had blonde hair and one had red hair, like Buffy and Willow."

Robin suddenly got a picture in her mind of Buffy and Willow making out in the shower and she smiled and said, "Okay."

The two girls hugged, pressing their little naked bodies together, then began to kiss as the water from the shower head continued to pour down on them. They smooched for probably ten seconds before Robin felt something tickling her between her legs. She pulled her lips away from Debbie's and looked down. She was surprised to see Debbie's hand down there, her fingers touching her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm rubbing you," Debbie replied, "like the girls in the movie did."

Robin looked back up and said, "They rubbed each other? In the movie?"

"Uh huh. And they made each other feel really good. I just thought I would make you feel really good too. Is it okay?"

"I guess so," Robin said.

Debbie started rubbing her, sliding her little fingers up and down on Robin's pussy. She kissed her again too, then, still rubbing her, said, "You can rub me too, if you want."

"Okay."

Robin reached down around Debbie's arm and placed her hand on her best friend's pussy. She was surprised at how warm and soft and smooth it felt. She was also surprised at how much she liked touching it, and how much she liked Debbie touching her.

"This is nice," she said.

"Yeah," Debbie replied.

They remained wordless after that, just stood there under the rushing water and held each other and rubbed each other's pussies with their fingers. Gradually, their hands picked up speed, rubbing faster and faster, each little girl creating more and more heat and pleasure in the other little girl's body. They were both breathing heavier, and Robin even moaned a little bit, and finally both girls reached a point where the pleasure overwhelmed them, their young bodies became rigid in each other's arms, and they each came with small kittenish cries of delight.

Afterward, they stayed in each other's arms under the showering water, holding each other tight, stunned by the amazing result of their touching. Robin nestled her nose against Debbie's shoulder and thought she might cry. She didn't think she could love her friend Debbie any more than she did.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, making the girls jump, and Debbie's mom called out, "Okay, kids, get out of there now."

*****

Debbie's mom had fixed some cheese slices and milk for the girls' bedtime snack. Robin and Debbie sat at the kitchen table and ate, staring thoughtfully into each other's eyes as Debbie's mom did her last bit of cleaning up. They hardly said anything at all, and Debbie's mom said something about how they weren't their usual chatty selves.

"I guess we're just sorta tired," Debbie told her.

Debbie's mom looked at the two of them for a moment, then came over to them, put a hand on each of their shoulders, and said, "You two are just too sweet." Then she kissed each of them on the top of their heads.

*****

"Do you think my mom knows about what we did in the shower?" Debbie asked.

The girls were in her room now, changing into their peejays. Robin looked at Debbie and shrugged.

"I dunno," she said. "How could she know, she didn't see us."

"No," Debbie said, "but I just think maybe she does. Cause of the way she told us how sweet we were. I think she knows."

Robin already had her bottoms on and she put her arms through the armholes of her peejay top as she said, "If she knew, wouldn't she be mad?"

"I don't think so. Mom doesn't get mad at me very much." Debbie finished buttoning her own peejay top. "Besides, she thinks lesbians are cool."

"But we're not lesbians," Robin said as she began buttoning her top. "Except when we play Buffy and Willow."

"Well. maybe that's why we play Buffy and Willow. Cause we're lesbians."

"I think we play it because we love each other. Doesn't mean we're lesbians."

Debbie seemed to think about this as the two of them finished getting their peejays on. Once they were ready for bed they went back downstairs and kissed Debbie's mom goodnight, and as Robin pecked her on the cheek she felt Debbie's mom put her hand between her legs. Feeling her pussy.

Debbie's mom followed them back up to Debbie's room and tucked them in. She kissed each of them again, on the forehead, then turned out the light and shut the bedroom door. As soon as the door closed Debbie and Robin turned to face each other, embraced, and started kissing. They made out for a couple of minutes, then Debbie stopped kissing and asked, "You wanna touch each other some more?"

"Okay," Robin said. She'd had the same thing on her own mind.

They threw back the covers and got up on their knees, facing each other, and pulled their peejays and their panties down, then each girl began rubbing her fingers on the other girl's pussy. They weren't exactly comfortable, though, cause they couldn't get their knees far enough apart, so Robin said, "Let's take our clothes all the way off."

"Okay," Debbie said.

The girls got off the bed, undressed, then got back on the bed in the same position, only now with their knees farther apart. They each wrapped one arm around the other's waist, then started touching each other again. This was a lot better. They moved their fingers steadily and lovingly up and down the lips of each other's pussies, while at the same time kissing each other, sometimes on the lips and sometimes on the cheek. As they kissed and touched each other, the same kind of pleasure they'd been able to give each other in the shower returned, and soon both girls were breathing heavier and gasping and their hands were moving faster and faster, until finally at the same time Debbie and Robin both came. Their orgasms this time were much stronger, leaving both of them more stunned and pleased than they'd been before. They looked wordlessly into each other's eyes, then kissed once more, long and deep, before laying back down on the bed.

"That was really great," Robin said. "I really love you, Debbie."

"I love you too, Robin," Debbie said.

They kissed again, then hugged, but this time they didn't let each other go. They lay there for a long time just holding each other. After a while, Robin said, "Debbie? How did you learn to touch me like that?"

"Well," Debbie replied, "it's kind of a secret. Do you promise not to tell anybody?"

"Yes, I promise."

"It was my mom. She taught me how to do it. She rubs me down there and makes me feel good, like we just did."

"Your mom does that?" Robin asked. She figured that explained why Debbie's mom had touched her downstairs when she was giving her a goodnight kiss.

"Yeah. She does other things too."

"Like what?"

"Like, she sticks her finger in my pussy. That's why it looks like it does, cause she kinda stretched it out a little bit. Plus, she licks me down there sometimes."

"She licks you? On your pussy?"

"Yeah," Debbie said. "She says that's how girls make love to each other. They stick their fingers in each other's pussies and lick each other."

"Does it feel good?"

"Well, the first time she stuck her finger in me it hurt a little bit. But she's been doing it for a while now, and it feels good. Not as good as what you and me did, but still. And I do that stuff to her too."

"Really?" Robin asked, sounding sad. "Are you in love with her?"

"No," Debbie replied. "She's my mom. I just do it with her cause she wants me to." She hugged Robin a little tighter. "I can do the same stuff with you if you want to."

"Sure," Robin answered. "You can show me how."

"Okay." Debbie sat up and scooted down near the end of the bed, then turned to face Robin. "First you gotta open your legs real wide." Robin did so until she was spread eagled on the bed. "Okay, now bend your knees and pull your feet up." Robin bent her knees and brought her feet up close to her butt. "I'll show you how girls lick each other first."

Debbie lay on her stomach, positioning herself so that she was propped up on her elbows between Robin's feet, with her face directly above Robin's tummy. She scooted down several inches, then lowered her head until the lips of her mouth were touching the lips of Robin's pussy. Debbie kissed her best friend there, then began to slowly lick her. She traced a line with her tongue along the soft smooth folds, then did it again, and again, lapping at Robin like a kitten drinking milk. Robin propped herself up on her elbows too so that she could watch what Debbie was doing. She thought Debbie looked really pretty, and there was something about seeing her best friend actually licking her down there that made her really happy and sort of excited, but the sensation of being licked wasn't really that great. It tickled a little, but it didn't make her feel anything like the touching had made her feel. She didn't want to hurt Debbie's feelings, though, so after about a minute she said, "That feels nice, Debbie."

Debbie just smiled up at her and continued to lick her for another half a minute or so, then she stopped and said, "Now watch this, this is gonna feel really good." She went back to licking Robin, but now she moved her tongue up to the top part of her pussy and started to lick her little button. Robin felt an immediate jolt of pleasure shoot through her, the same kind of lightning she'd felt in the shower. She gasped, then gasped again when Debbie licked her again.

"Wow," Robin said, "that does feel really good."

Debbie's only reply was to keep licking Robin's little button, swirling her tongue over and around it, playing with it and kissing it and sucking on it. Robin felt the lightning growing bigger and bigger in her tummy and her pussy, until it finally exploded inside of her. She'd been holding her breath without even knowing it, and now she let it out in a long sweet sigh.

"Oh wow," she said, "that was even better Thanks, Debbie."

"I'm not finished yet," Debbie said, and went back to licking and sucking on Robin's button, only now she stuck the end of her finger into Robin's pussy at the same time. She pushed it in and out of her best friend slowly as she continued to use her mouth on her to bring her to another and still stronger explosion.

This time Robin could hardly speak. She was breathing in gasps as she managed to say, "Oh...oh, I think I'm gonna cry."

"It's really neat, isn't it?" Debbie asked.

Robin suddenly sat up and held her arms out and Debbie crawled up to her and they embraced, holding each other tight.

"I love you, Debbie," Robin said, her voice trembling.

"I love you too, Robin. And I liked licking you and making you feel good. I like it better with you than with Mom."

"Can I do it to you too? I really want to."

"Sure," Debbie said.

She let Robin go and laid down on the bed. She spread her legs wide and Robin moved around until she was laying between them. Robin paused for a moment to look closely at Debbie's pussy, then touched it with her fingers.

"It's really pretty," she said, a note of wonder in her voice. "I bet Buffy's pussy looks like this."

She closed her eyes and gave Debbie's pussy a kiss, then began to lick it. She slid her tongue between the smooth swollen lips, one, two, three, four times, then moved the tip of her tongue up to Debbie's button and started licking her there too. Robin was surprised at how strange her best friend's pussy tasted, but she decided she liked it anyway. And she liked licking and sucking on it too, feeling the lightning growing slowly again in her own pussy. She continued to lick and suck, and at the same time she touched herself with one hand, rubbing her little button, and as Debbie got more and more excited Robin did too. Soon they were both gasping and sighing with pleasure, Robin's tongue moving quickly over Debbie's little button while her fingers moved even faster over her own little button. Their excitement got more and more intense until finally they both cried out their kittenish little cries as they came together.

*****

Afterward, Robin and Debbie lay in each other's arms, exhausted. They kissed every once in a while, and hugged, but for a long time neither of them spoke. Finally, Debbie broke the silence.

"Robin?" she said.

"Yes?"

"Do you think we're lesbians now?"

"I dunno. What do you think?"

"I dunno, either. But I'm glad we did what we did. I loved it. You made me feel so good."

"I know," Robin said, "you made me feel good too. I think we should do it all the time, just like Buffy and Willow would."

"Yeah," Debbie said. She touched her best friend's cheek. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"I think I'm in love with you. Even though we're not Buffy and Willow right now."

The girls were silent for several long moments, then Robin said, "You're really in love with me?"

"Yes," Debbie said. "I don't care if that means we're lesbians or not."

"I don't care either," Robin said. "Cause I'm in love with you too."

Robin and Debbie smiled at each other in the dark, kissed once more, then fell asleep together, two little girls in love.