Little Author, Part 5

by Sweet Dreams

Alone with a nine year-old girl. There are many parents who would have warned their children against such people, but who would ever think of a thirteen year-old girl as dangerous?

Truth be told, Sally didn't exactly feel threatened by the teenage girl, even if they watched cartoons alone. In their underwear. While cuddling, kissing and touching each other in inappropriate places. In fact, Sally wouldn't want anything at the time but to be with Jennifer, who always seemed to know all the best ways to please a younger girl.

The younger girl's attention was mostly on the cartoons right now – although her girlfriend's hands on her legs were quite interesting too – and she seemed to look at the girls within with a renewed interest. The pretty outfits were now doubly more so if they showed the girls' legs, and the women with generous breasts were more interesting than whatever plot might be happening at the time.

"I love you," whispered Jen, who seemed to not particularly care about the predictable exploits of children heroines. Not wanting to monopolize the younger girl's attention, not that she would have minded, she just dropped a kiss on her cheek when the young lady inevitably smiled at the comment. She decided it best to wait for the boring ads before putting her hand on the mesmerizing bare nipples of the younger girl.

The program's end marked the beginning of a long kissing session for the two girls, with pointers from the teenager being paid back with a quick-learning tongue snaking within her own mouth. Soon, hands were making their rounds on backsides, exploiting the nakedness of skin and the eagerness of excited partners.

"I love you," whispered Sally, satisfied with the fun and snuggling against the older girl. Jennifer lay down and let her little lover rest against her, wrapping her arms around her like a loving mother, "or perhaps a slightly perverted sister", she thought to herself. Little Sally was more than happy to feel the bare skin of her lover against her own; a feeling of arousal she was only recently being made aware of was all she needed to start purring, with Jennifer's hands caressing her backside not unlike the owner to a spoiled kitten.

"Go lie down on the floor," suggested the more experienced girl, always eager to satisfy her admirer, "I'll give you a massage.

Obedient, Sally left the comfortable embrace of her nearly-naked sweetheart to lie down on the fuzzy carpet, watching the next show and exposing herself to all the indecent thoughts of her girlfriend. Jennifer, not willing to resist the teasing, got up and knelt over the younger girl, legs parted on each side and with good access to the girl's soft shoulders.

Ignoring the ongoing program, she set to work on the younger girl's soft shoulders. Truth be told, she likely didn't need any massage at all, but the chance to rub those cherished creamy shoulders while pleasing the younger girl was too much to pass.

Setting her own delicate hands on the girl's tender shoulders, she started rubbing and caressing. Slowly, working the muscles as much as her own lust for delectable young girls, she calmed the girl's innermost fears and anxieties. Oftentimes, she would let her hands explore a little south of the cherub's admittedly relaxed shoulders, enjoying the thin hips almost as much as the pleased moans the girl was letting out.

Bending forward, she let a small kiss land on the preteen's accommodating neck, before deciding that cuddling with the girl for a bit was a great idea. The softness of the girl's back on her chest forced a delighted sigh out of her, echoed by Sally's purr-like own whisper, music to a teenage girl in love. Again, she murmured her love in the girl's ears, the profession barely audible with the kids' cartoons playing loudly.

Jen closed her eyes for a bit, a smile spreading across her face as she thought of her luck; barely days after she even met this incredibly cute girl, she was able to cuddle with her, naked and happy. In her head, she again played all the things she wanted to do to the girl, sorting them by "how old she'll have to be before I can do that to her."

Delighted by the girl's docile enthusiasm, Jennifer got back on her knees and resumed the sensual back rub, losing her thoughts to the perfection of the angel; and realizing that said angel was lying, nearly naked, under her. The musing soon had her thoroughly aroused as she realized she hadn't yet satisfied herself that day. Her caresses were becoming slower and less precise as a damp patch slowly grew in her own panties; she couldn't but desire the little girl under her, in her perfect childish looks and sweet, adorable innocence. How she suddenly wished she could be caressing the girl's breasts, seeing her smile happily and moan lovingly, her little voice filling the teenage girl's ears with the songs of a thousand angels orgasming in unison.

As her thoughts were further diverted from the girl's suddenly less interesting bare shoulders and to the back room of her imagination, where little lolitas were chained to her desires, she was imagining herself offering her bare pussy to the hungry mouth of her prepubescent girlfriend, who would pleasure her and drink merrily for the hours and multiple orgasms required for her full satisfaction.

Without realizing it, Jennifer started rubbing against Sally's bottom; summoning all her willpower, she managed to avoid moaning. She was past the point of no return; she couldn't stop now, not when it felt so good. Her hands were no longer caressing the soft, supple shoulders of her lover, but pressing against them to keep her balance as she lustfully rubbed her drenched underwear, barely covering her currently oversensitive pussy from view but not from her pleasure and fantasies.

Her mind was aroused and her vision blurry as she kept rubbing harder and harder on the younger girl's underwear. Sally let out a giggle at the motion, which excited Jennifer even more. Time no longer existed in the fog of her mind, as she delivered a flurry of strokes against her innocent panties.

It didn't seem like a long time before Jennifer went off, her juices dripping past her panties to her lover's, staining them with love and a so familiar smell. Exhausted, she fell limply beside her belle, one leg still over her small frame; Sally, all smile and giggles, came cuddling in her lover's comforting arms, sighting at the warmth of a lover's embrace.

"Did you do it?" asked Sally.

"Y... Yeah," Jennifer managed.

"I love you," the young girl whispered.

"I don't understand," Jennifer replied, "I didn't even make you come."

"I don't care," she replied, "you're still my lover, I just want to be with you."

Jennifer took a moment to realize how selfless her cherub was, and how easy it was to please her.

"I love you too," she finally managed.