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Subject: {ASSM} Life with Vivien - A Piece of Roleplay (MFg, pedo, romance)
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Introduction
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Hello gentle reader.  What follows isn't a usual type of a story. 
Instead, it's a transcript of a set of roleplay sessions I did with my
friend.  Many of you aren't familiar with this type of roleplay, so I'll
try to explain what it is all about.  You can consider our roleplay as
cooperative story telling: both of us assume the role of one or more
characters, and we take turns typing story narrative or dialogue of the
characters.  Everything happens in real time: while one of us types, the
other one waits.

When we did the roleplay, we had no plans of publishing any of it; we
were playing purely for our own amusement.  Keeping that in mind will
allow you to understand why some of the dialogue is awkward, the turns
of the plot are silly, or the world in which the roleplay takes place is
weird.  That said, some effort was made to compile and edit our sessions
into something coherent.  In fact, we're reasonably satisfied that the
result is significantly better than most of the erotic material posted
to Usenet these days.  (We miss the "good old days" when posters with
something resembling linguistic talent wrote stories, or took the time
to proof and edit.  Alas!)

Our roleplay was inspired by 9-year-old actress Vivien Cardone who plays
Delia in TV drama Everwood.  There is a decent picture of her at URL
http://www.thewb.com/Faces/CastBio/0,7930,63680~2,00.html.

The roleplay involves mainly three characters.  The most important is of
course Vivien, who is much the way she appears in Everwood, except with
a rather perfect personality for our tastes.  Both my friend and I play
Vivien's character, taking turns to suit each situation.

I play a character named Emily.  She is an 18-year-old girl who takes
care of Vivien, being her cousin and the only living relative.  They
live in a house Emily inherited from Vivien's parents.  Emily is
strikingly beautiful, with looks of a 15- or 16-year-old girl.  She has
a fit, slender body and long, golden hair.  In a word, she's perfect.
And why wouldn't she be?  If I am to imagine I'm someone else, I am
certainly going to pick someone with perfect looks.

My friend plays Jesse, a 22-year-old man and a friend of Emily's.  He
got a job nearby some two weeks ago and rented a room in the house.  He
looks equally as perfect as Emily, being six feet tall, with short,
sandy blond hair, and an athletic physique with hard-earned washboard
abs.  Below, I'm going to refer to both my friend and his character as
Jesse.

Our roleplay was inspired by a scene in episode 7 of season one, titled
"We Hold These Truths."  Vivien goes to wake her uncle (actually a close
family friend) who is taking a nap on the couch, and ends up being
tickled by him. The laughing squeal that Vivien makes while being
tickled is absolutely adorable, and makes us smile every time.  Vivien's
interesting look when she leans over her uncle while telling him to wake
up is what sparked the whole roleplay.

My friend and I chatted about what Vivien might be thinking when looking
at her sleeping uncle, and that talk evolved into a conversation that
established the setting for the roleplay that followed.  As that chat is
likely less interesting reading than the actual roleplay, I put it into
the end of this text under title Prologue.  You can go ahead and jump to
the end to read it now and then continue with the first roleplay
session, or just read the summary of the prologue below.

We imagined that instead of Vivien's uncle, it's Jesse napping on the
couch. Vivien feels curious about Jesse's body, and watches and touches
him a little, feeling aroused, but then gets nervous and stops.  Also
some other slightly sexual incidents with Vivien were thought up. 
Vivien doesn't yet realize that she feels sexually about Jesse, but
Jesse certainly knows he finds Vivien very sexy.  It was also
established that Vivien is very fond of Jesse, and wishes to spend more
time with him.  Emily's relationship with Vivien was found to be a very
close one.  They sleep in the same bed, and Emily often masturbates
next to Vivien, even snuggling her while doing so, and Vivien thinks
nothing of that.  We then decided to start doing actual roleplay, with
the simple plot that Jesse comes read a bedtime story for Vivien.

Publishing something like this is new territory for us, so we would be
quite receptive to any feedback you might have.  If we discover that
people other than ourselves actually find this material interesting,
we'll continue to compile and post our roleplay sessions.  There have
been several more since the last one of this set, and we also frequently
roleplay in another, considerably more fantastic (and less realistic)
world.

Please email your feedback to emilyplayer@yahoo.co.nz 


Roleplay Session 1
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Emily: It's 10 pm and I'm lying in my large bed with Vivien. She's in
       her night gown, and I'm in my usual bed attire of a t-shirt and
       panties. I'm sitting up against the back of the bed, and just
       reaching for the bedtime story book, and she's snuggled to my
       side, looking forward to hearing the story.

Jesse: First I knock on the door, since it's closed. It's not like you
       to close your door, but then I've only been living here a couple
       weeks and don't know you too well. I hear you call to come in, so
       I do, and see you and Vivien snuggling in bed. I'm naturally
       instantly jealous.

Emily: "Hi Jesse," I greet you, and glance down at Vivien who turns to
       look at you. "Hi!" she brightens, though I can tell she's a
       little curious. It's not common to see you in this room, although
       that's probably been unnecessary of you. You're quite welcome
       anywhere in the house.

       "We're just about to start the bedtime story here. Little red
       riding hood, isn't it Vivien?" I continue. "Mm'hm," she nodnods
       her head, then looks back at you, more curious about you than
       about the story.

Jesse: "That's one of my favorites," I reply, not even lying. I
       especially like the part where the wolf tries to eat little red
       riding hood. I think the wolf has the right idea. Although at
       this moment, I do confess to prefer Emily read us the story than
       me read it. But maybe we should ask Vivien what she wants.

Emily: I look at you for a moment, smiling. I can imagine why you're
       here. Your attraction is quite obvious, and sweet in my opinion.
       It's not often that one sees such genuine fondness and
       appreciation of young girls, and I can completely understand your
       feelings. Were I not in a position to snuggle the little darlings
       at any time, being a female, I'd be just like you are.

       So knowing why you're here, I don't ask, and instead offer a
       reason. "Want to read the story this time?" I ask you. My hand is
       on Vivien's shoulder, a bit around her. Seeing your delighted
       surprise and hesitation, I urge you on. "Come on. That'd be nice
       for a change, wouldn't it Vivien?"

       Vivien nods eagerly. She doesn't get to be with you nearly
       enough, in her opinion, with you at work all day, and with her
       only 6 hours every evening.

Jesse: I slide under the covers of your bed. Quite literally slide, as
       they're silk and quite slippery, and I consider that any man
       sleeping under these sheets naked would constantly be horny. You
       pass me the book, and to my delight, Vivien shifts her position
       so that she is leaning into me. Boldly, I put my arm around her
       and rest the book on her lap so that she can see the pictures
       while I read to her.

Emily: I very glad to see how naturally Vivien snuggles to your side,
       and it shows. I happily tousle her silky hair, and give you a
       bright smile too. I was afraid Vivien would feel awkward, but
       clearly that'll not be the case. And I'm happy for you also.

Jesse: I begin reading, and after some time, discover that my hand is
       idly stroking her shoulder. I turn to look at you, and you're
       looking at my hand, and I begin to feel nervous by reflex, until
       I realize that you're only encouraging me, and you smile at that.
       My impulse is to lean down and kiss Vivien on the top of the
       head, but now is not the time.

Emily: Vivien looks happy like a purring kitten. Obviously she's been
       really hoping to get to cuddle up really good with you for some
       time now. I notice you tense for a moment as you see me watching,
       so I put my hand on yours for a moment, softly, letting you know
       it's just fine to keep it on her. I'm happy for Vivien.

Jesse: I feel the bed shake as you slide gracefully closer to Vivien,
       closing the gap that she created by moving into my side. Your
       moving caused one of the silk sheets to pull slightly, causing
       Vivien's leg to be exposed. Her skin looks so creamy and smooth,
       and I'm looking at it now while Vivien is busy commenting on one
       of the pictures. You see me looking at Vivien in "that way" and
       smile knowingly.

Emily: Vivien looks up at you and smiles, then snuggles better into your
       side, sighing a little. "You read real well," she comments, as
       you do the wolf sound. "Emily doesn't do nearly as good wolf as
       you do." She's heard the story many times.

       Vivien puts her hand in front of her mouth in anticipation as the
       story nears its climax, but she's smiling brightly all the while.
       This is great fun to her, anybody can see that. I'm certain that
       afterwards, even if nothing more happens (which, certainly, is
       unlikely), this will look like one of the big events of this
       summer to her, like one of those magical events that one
       experiences when young.

       I'm quite happy to watch and be there. I could go away and let
       you two be together, sure, but Vivien probably feels more secure
       with me here, like she's used to. I know my presence won't make
       her shy with you. Regarding your shyness, well... I'm sure you'll
       overcome that with Vivien all over you like that.

Jesse: I think I'm nearly ready to cast away my inhibitions, for sure.
       Feeling Vivien against me like this, so close and warm, is making
       me crazy for her. Hearing her giggle and squeal when at my
       dramatic reading of her story is so wonderful. I'm so quickly
       falling in love with her.

Emily: Vivien drapes a knee over yours, the leg now completely
       uncovered by the blanket. It's a hot summer night, and the room
       is warm, and the blanket is just a thin slip of silk anyway. A
       warm body next to you is perfectly enough to keep one warm.

       I smile again as I hear Vivien squeal, and I gently run my
       fingers through her hair. Her nightgown is showing almost all of
       her legs, and, with her having no panties or anything else
       underneath, makes me idly wonder how long it is until you get to
       see all of her waist bare. She's not used to paying attention to
       things like that. Sometimes we both sleep naked, and she thinks
       nothing of that either. When the story ends, Vivien quickly asks
       for another.

Jesse: "Another one?" I look at you for approval, and you just smile,
       and I realize you would let me read to her until morning if
       Vivien and I had the stamina for that. "Well why don't you pick
       out another," I tell her.

Emily: It amuses me a little to realize that while you've been here, you
       have glanced at my breasts almost not once, although my nipples
       have been making pretty nice little bumps on my shirt half the
       time. It's easy to see I'd lose the competition for you to
       Vivien.

Jesse: Vivien squeals in delight, and leaps off the bed to the
       bookshelf.  She sits on the floor cross-legged, and I suddenly
       realize she's not wearing any underwear. My eyes go wide as I
       look, and I hear you beside me unable to stop yourself from
       giggling at my obvious reaction.

Emily: I laugh softly, letting Vivien think it's because of something
       whatever else; and I don't fail to glance down at your lap to see
       what Vivien is going to see in a moment, is anything out of
       ordinary. "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into." I
       comment to you quietly. "She'll have you read to you until you'll
       lose your voice."

Jesse: "Come help me find one," Vivien says to me. Like a puppy dog, I
       obey without question. She could totally command me. It scares me
       a bit to think of what would happen if she knew that.

       I sit behind her and look through the books. She suggests I can
       pick one if I see one that catches my eye. She's already got a
       pile of 10 books that she's trying to short-list. She narrows
       it down to 5, and she can't choose, so she asks me to pick one.

Emily: I pull my legs up and rest my chin on my knee, watching you two,
       hugging my legs. I feel very comfortable and good. I lean my head
       back against the wall behind the bed and rub my hair against it,
       closing my eyes, then stay still and just listen to your sounds
       and voices.

Jesse: "They're all good books," I tell her, "can't you pick one?" She
       pauses and thinks for a moment, and her face lights up and she
       says, "Will you read them all to me?"

Emily: "I can't believe I've read all those to her several times." I
       ponder aloud, with my eyes open again.

Jesse: "All of them? That will take hours, hon." I called her "hon"
       before I even realized it; the word just came out so naturally. I
       wondered if she'd notice. "It's okay, I'm not tired," she
       manipulates. "Maybe you're not, but I'm not the reading machine
       you think I am." I look at the books and pretend to think, and I
       say "let's pick this one" and take the middle book. It's a
       Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen book. It's 250 pages. I laugh
       inwardly.

Emily: "Hey, it's Saturday tomorrow," I laugh, "you have three days to
       finish that thing."

Jesse: Vivien leaps up onto the bed and sits on top all the sheets and
       pats the spot where I was sitting. "Come on, we'd better get
       started, it's a big book!" she smiles. I tell her "Maybe we'll
       just read a few chapters." I suspect she's maybe more tired than
       she lets on.

Emily: I lie down on my side on the bed, behind Vivien and put an arm
       around her as I wait for you to join us.

       "Come on, I haven't heard that book for... several days." I grin,
       snuggling Vivien closer. Vivien pays no heed to my snuggling.

Jesse: I try to read as entertainingly as I can to Vivien. She's
       obviously enjoying the story, for the Nth time, and after 3
       chapters and 45 minutes she is showing no signs of tiring. This
       girl is amazing, I think to myself, she really _would_ go all
       night.

       My voice is getting raspy and hoarse from reading, and I hear you
       giggle to yourself every few minutes, and I wonder what you're
       thinking about. Your eyes are unfixed, and I consider that you
       might not even be listening to the story, but rather thinking
       about something else entirely.

       "Unggh, Vivien," my voice crackles and pops, "I don't think I can
       read anymore." Vivien hops up sits on her knees, and puts her face
       close to mine, and looks inquisitively. She's so close I could
       kiss her. "I know!" she exclaims, "I'll get you a glass of
       water!" And with that, she leaps off the bed and runs to the
       washroom.

Emily: I look up at you. "It's your presence she's really enjoying, you
       know, not the story." I'm lying on my back now.

Jesse: "Well I'm enjoying hers too. I could do this forever. Or at least
       until I can't talk anymore. Which will be soon." I reply.

       She returns with two cups of water, one in each hand. "Are you
       planning a marathon?" I smile at her. I drink both glasses of
       water at once, and continue to read to her while she boldly
       twirls the hair on my legs.

Emily: Vivien tugs on a hair on your leg, and it stings, and makes you
       jerk. She pulls her hand back.

       My eyes are closed and my nose against her neck and an arm around
       her tummy.

Jesse: "Umm," I rub the spot where she pulled, "that stuff is attached
       you know." I laugh, even though it stings.

       I read to her one more chapter and finally Vivien yawns. "What's
       this? Are you tired at last?" I ask. "A little," she rubs her
       eyes. "Tired of stories, anyway."

Emily: I clear my throat, since I've been silent for a good while now,
       and suggest. "Anything interesting happen today, honey?" I ask
       Vivien softly, then look up at you, explaining. "We often talk of
       our day before going to sleep."

       Vivien thinks to herself for a moment. It happens that this was
       the day when she watched and touched you when you were pretending
       to sleep. Vivien turns around and whispers to me, and I whisper
       back, and she whispers to me, and I whisper back. And then she
       turns to you again. "Nothing much," she denies. "Can I sit on
       your lap while you read? Emily lets me sit on hers all the time."
       she asks, looking cutely a little worried about your reply. I
       stroke her hair reassuringly.

Jesse: I eye Vivien suspiciously. "Nothing much, eh?" I squint my eyes
       at her, wondering if she just confessed to you about her little
       exploits this morning. She's surely be embarrassed if she knew I
       knew...

Emily: I give you a little nod as you give that wondering look. Vivien
       just fidgets a little as you eye her that way, not willing to
       answer.

Jesse: I pat my lap and invite her to sit with me. I'm wearing the same
       thing as I was this morning -- my usual sleeping attire -- simple
       draw string cotton lounge pants and a tank top. "But just one
       more chapter, okay?"

Emily: Vivien smiles brightly, and climbs into your lap.  She'll promise 
       anything she needs to to have you continue.  As she leans her
       back to your chest, her bottom, very bare, settles very
       comfortably on your lap, and she pulls your arm around herself,
       probably the way she'd pull mine. She gives me a smile, and I
       reach out to pet her hair a little. I sit against the back of the
       bed too, almost touching you, in order to see the book at least
       some.

Emily: Vivien's dress is around her waist, just barely hiding her pubic
       mound from the view from above. The odds are the whole thing
       hasn't occurred to her. I'm not certain what she'd think of that
       if the thought occurred to her.

Jesse: I feel butterflies in my stomach as Vivien pulls my arm tightly
       around her. I suddenly remember that she's not wearing any
       underwear, and that her bare bottom is sitting almost directly
       overtop my crotch, separated by only a single, thin layer of my
       cotton pants. I try desperately not to fixate on that thought,
       because I fear if there's any unknown activity down there she
       might move off my lap and I don't want that.

       Vivien lets go of my arm, and gravity carries my hand down to her
       bare thigh. I know that my fingers are just 2 small inches away
       from her vulva. I hear you laugh at me as I start stumbling and
       messing up the words and sentences, whereas just a few minutes
       before I was reading flawlessly.

Emily: I lean closer to you, seeing your troubled look, and whisper very
       quietly to your ear. "It's okay, I think... she's curious, she
       loves you.  Let it happen." I touch your arm warmly before pulling 
       back.

Jesse: I can no longer contain myself, and I begin to stroke her thigh
       with my finger tips. I won't touch her between her legs unless
       she tells me to, but I must touch her somehow, so I caress her
       thigh and knee, and I lean in and kiss her head, my words now
       muffled by her hair. I wonder to myself if Vivien has any idea
       how much she completely owns me at that moment.

Emily: Vivien clearly doesn't mind your affections. She nuzzles her head
       under your chin and squirms a bit on your lap to get more
       comfortable. She moves her leg apart some more, your hand now
       stroking more on her sensitive inner thigh.

       She's facing me, and as I watch her content face, it occurs to me
       how different her outlook on this matter is now, compared to the
       clarity of her knowledge of it being naughty to touch you down
       there in her story of the earlier events today. Likely she's not
       connecting this cuddling to the naughty things. As you put the
       book down, she pulls the arm that is now free around herself
       again, as the other arm is busy stroking her leg.

       You likely don't notice me rubbing my nipple a little though my
       shirt as I watch you two. Not that I'd mind if you do see - I'd
       actually like it, to tell the whole truth, but obviously getting
       sexy is not the thing for me to do at this moment.

Jesse: I squeeze her tightly to me and smell her hair, closing my eyes
       to savour the moment. Could anything possibly be more perfect and
       wonderful than this? With the book put away, I realize there is
       no longer any excuse for me to be here, except to cuddle and
       touch and caress Vivien. That may be reason enough, but I still
       feel a bit awkward about that, so I suggest that if no one is
       tired we watch some tv.

Emily: Vivien doesn't seem to care about your comment. Perhaps you meant
       it to me anyway? I turn off the reading lamp, crawl to the end of
       the bed and fetch the the remote and turn on the TV, the volume
       very low, and sit there with my back towards you two. It's
       darkish in the room, most of the light coming from the TV, and
       you can mostly see my silhouette as I sit there my legs crossed.

       Vivien is petting your bare side. She's used to petting me in bed
       - and she likes doing that a lot - but the way you feel is
       strangely, and wonderfully different. She strokes your side
       slowly. So... much harder, yet soft and nice, just like Emily is.
       But... so powerful, and... male...

       She bites her lower lip as the earlier events of the day come
       back to her, and suddenly she realizes she feels something poking
       against her leg. Her eyes go wide, though you can't see it.
       Instinctively, I turn my head, and find her looking at me. I give
       Vivien a reassuring smile - which is all she wants, just my
       presence and approval - and turn back to the TV, giving you a
       little better sense of privacy.

       Her thoughts now on a fairly different track, she's unable to
       stop thinking of the fact that indeed, this is not Emily whose
       lap she is on, but the, let's face it, soo handsome Jesse that
       all her friends in school talk about and envy her for.

       For a moment she wonders if she's doing something bad. However,
       Emily would have told her if that were the case. Hence, she
       slowly moves her legs together, trapping some of your erection
       between them. Her heart is pounding so. This so so wild! She is
       unable to stop grinning, and must look down to hide it from you.

Jesse: I feel her legs close around me, my hand also caught between
       them. I'm totally busted. I can't hide my intentions from her
       now, but I wonder what exactly she knows or at least suspects my
       intentions are. My cotton-covered erection is now snuggly
       pressing against her pussy, and I can feel her warmth, as she
       must also feel mine. I'm stunned and dazed. I can't move, except
       to feel my own heart pounding against Vivien's back. Up until
       now, this moment was just a fantasy. I never considered what I'd
       do if it happened, and it's happening, and I've no idea how to
       react.

       I look over to you and see you staring dazily at us, in the dim
       light, with one hand on your breast and the other nowhere in
       sight. Is this turning you on that much, I wonder?

Emily: I keep slowly rubbing my nipple through my shirt, that sending
       shivers down my stomach right between my legs as I watch Vivien
       find herself in such a sexy situation.

       Vivien puts her hand on your arm around herself and holds it
       there. She squeezes your erection carefully with her legs,
       wanting to more fully feel it. She knows that I am watching, so
       nothing scary or bad can happen. And she's certain she's liking
       this.

       I see you looking at me for a moment, and form with my lips the
       words, asking "Is it okay?" glancing down at my hand on my
       breast.

Jesse: I smile and nod, thinking to myself "it's perfectly okay if you
       don't mind the mess I'm about to leave in your bed."

       I can feel the sexual tension all around. It's a little more raw
       and unformed in Vivien's case, but I think there's no doubt she's
       about as horny as possible. And with you touching yourself god-
       knows-where and god-knows-how beside me, there's just no way I've
       any self control left in me.

       I gently pull my trapped hand from between Vivien's legs and
       softly, determinedly slide my hand up her silk nightie and begin
       to stroke her tummy. I squeeze her body with the arm that's
       wrapped around her, and lower my head to nuzzle her neck. I kiss
       her below her ear ever so softly, and she tilts her neck,
       exposing even more of her delicious skin to me. I gently blow
       warm air onto her neck and blanket her skin with it. I hear her
       sigh, and melt into me even more. My erection grows even firmer
       between her legs, if possible. My hand slides down toward her
       pubic bone, and I carefully stroke her there, methodically
       avoiding the upper part of her vulva. Not yet, not unless I can
       be sure she wants that.

Emily: Vivien sighs as you move your hand onto her tummy. Every new
       event is a surprise, new territory to her. Just having your hand
       in there in her gown is mind blowing, and by the time you blow on
       her neck, she's oblivious to anything except your touch and
       presence. Her every move tells you she wants more... of all this
       whatever this is.

       I move closer, wanting to see it all. I sit a foot away from your
       legs, my legs folded under myself, a little apart, and start
       slowly rubbing myself between my legs.

Jesse: The white-blue glow from the tv makes Vivien's hair shimmer and
       dance. I'm as oblivious to everything else as Vivien right now,
       perhaps even more so. I move my hand from her pubic mound back to
       her tummy, and up further, caressing the edges of her rib cage. 
       I can feel the goosebumps on her skin, and it gives me goosebumps
       on my own. I move my hand up higher, and as a result pull more of
       her gown up with it. I can now for the first time see between her
       legs, although rather dimly lit, and that part of me wedged
       between them. I move my hand up higher and feel the gentle bump
       from her nipple, which hardens almost immediately under my
       fingertips.

Emily: Vivien's own voice wakes up her up from her trance as she hears
       herself go "Aahh" as you touch her nipple, and makes her jolt a
       little. Her mouth is open, and she sees me sitting on my knees in
       front of her. I move onto all fours and come close and touch my
       nose to hers with my hand on her legs and whispers "It's alright
       honey. It's alright." I put a little kiss on her mouth before
       pulling back.

       She moans again as you softly rub your finger across her nipple,
       and starts moving her hips, rubbing against your erection between
       her legs. She rests the back of her head on your shoulder, her
       eyes closed, quickly slipping back into the magical, good place
       which she is just discovering.

       I stand up on my knees and slip out of my panties, causing as
       little distraction as possible, then sit back down on my knees.
       My hand goes back between my legs, the middle finger moving
       around somewhat quicker now, though it's all so hidden in shadows
       there's nothing much to see. It's not an issue that Vivien sees
       me like this. I masturbate next to her all the time, and she's
       learnt to accept it as ordinary occurrence years ago, something
       that occasionally wakes her up at night. She doesn't give it any
       thought.

Jesse: I move my arm from around her body and with my newly freed hand
       begin to stroke her hair. The feeling I feel right now is so
       intense, I want to cry. Feelings of desire, warmth, compassion,
       lust, and, somehow, even love. I tilt her head to the side more,
       and I begin to kiss her neck again, while my other hand softly
       glides over to her other nipple. Soon my soft kisses turn wet,
       and I subtly begin to lick the skin on her shoulder and neck,
       moving up ward to her ear, where I take her lobe into my mouth.

       I can feel and hear Vivien's breathing getting shallow. Some part
       of me is still lucid, and I open my eyes and see you in front of
       us. It's obvious to me what you're doing, and seeing the look in
       your eyes makes me feel almost animalistic. Raw. And at the same
       time, I realize there's a special girl under my arms at this
       moment, and I must be gentle and soft.

       Any inhibitions I had before were cast aside when I saw the lust
       in your eyes. I muttered Vivien's name in her ear, and closed my
       eyes again. I clenched my groin muscles and made myself wiggle
       between her legs, hoping that it would cause her some pleasure.

       Then I moved my hand from her chest, tracing a line with my
       fingertips across her bellybutton to her pubic mound again, going
       as low as I could go with her legs closed against me like that.
       Still, low enough to feel the protrusion of her clitoris, which I
       just barely touched.

Emily: Watching Vivien is such an aroused state is a turn on greater
       than I imagined. She won't be the same girl after this day, I'm
       certain. She was always sensual one, liking touching, but the
       sexual intent and purpose wasn't there. It will be after this, I
       know. Will I look forward to the past innocence? Perhaps, on an
       occasion, but this is all part of her growing up, and I'm happy
       to see her grow. And right now, it's hard not to think of how the
       nature of us sleeping together is going to change.

       As you touch her pussy, Vivien's hand shoots onto yours. She
       wiggles a little to make space, and pushes your hand between her
       legs, your fingers meeting the hot, surprisingly wet softness in
       there. She lets out a long sigh as she feels your hand there. She
       starts making quiet moaning sounds in that raspy, yet high voice
       of a young girl she has. She puts her other hand on top of yours
       and rubs her crotch against your hand in there, panting with some
       urgency. She's starting to slip off your lap, not quite in full
       control of her body obviously.

       I'm watching with my lips apart and my brow a little wrinkled,
       and - if you can see my face - with that special look on my face
       as I rub myself faster, leaning closer, watching Vivien's
       beautiful, aroused face. I touch corner of her mouth softly with
       my lips, one hand supporting me as I'm on all fours, the other
       hand between my legs.

Jesse: My immediate instinct is to free myself through the fly of my
       pants and feel her slippery warmth, but I still have enough sense
       about me to be afraid to do that, even though in all likelihood
       Vivien would enjoy another new sensation. But she has given me
       all the invitation she needs to with my hand, and I work her damp
       pussy with my hand, touching her silky smooth vulva in every
       possible way. I hear your panting over Vivien's, and I stare into
       your eyes while I masturbate her, giving her pleasure that she's
       never felt before.

Emily: Vivien holds on to your arm that is rubbing her pussy, not
       realizing it's making your task harder. Her other arm reaches
       behind you as she tries to stay still enough that you can keep
       doing what you're doing. She never knew of pleasure like this,
       not of anything nearly like this, and she's going to do 
       everything to keep it happening. Her moaning is perfectly audible
       now, and she can't seem to decide which way to be to make it feel
       the best. 

       I look back at you, remaining in that position with my head close
       to Vivien. I take your free hand and guide it to cup my breast
       through my t-shirt, then resume masturbating myself, watching
       between your face and Vivien's.

Jesse: Your urgency is a different kind than Vivien's. I have to be so
       careful and gentle with Vivien, but I can sense the sexual energy
       in you, and I know I don't have to be so careful with you. I
       pinch your nipple softly but firmly between my fingers, and roll
       it slightly, and, to my surprise, it is Vivien's gasp that I
       hear, and not yours. I realize that my right hand is doing what
       my left one is, and I had unknowingly pinched Vivien's clitoris
       as well. I mistake her gasp for pain and apologize, but she
       replies "don't stop that" and I know at this point she would let 
       me do anything I desire with her.

       So I pinch it softly again, and circle around it, and marvel at
       how wet she is becoming, to my own delight. I want at that point
       nothing more than to taste her, and drive her wild with my
       tongue, but I am so paralyzed from this experience I can't do
       anything else but keep masturbating her.  Vivien's hips are 
       gyrating and pushing back against my hand in a way that is purely 
       and intensely sexual.

Emily: I quickly put my hand on yours on my breast, and squeeze the
       breast with your hand, to show you how to, massaging it with that
       firmness and strength that is just beyond the pain.


At this point we decided to wrap up the roleplay for the night.  We both
are of the opinion that all the things that precede sex -- getting to
know someone, the flirting, the foreplay -- are the nicest things, but
the sex itself is not so interesting to play.

It was decided that Vivien has an orgasm or two (and Emily and possibly
Jesse too), but then Vivien has had enough, perhaps because she's
getting too sensitive down there. She also feels a little unsettled by
all this new, strange stuff, and snuggles into Emily for comfort, and is
asleep before she knows it. Basically, we didn't want much more to
happen than what we roleplayed. That way when we later do roleplay the
sex things, they are still something the characters haven't experienced
before.

The next day we continued the roleplay from the following morning.


Roleplay Session 2
------------------

Emily: I never needed much sleep. It's nice waking up early, listening
       to the birds chirp outside in the silence before rest of the
       household wakes up, and think of idle thoughts, or maybe read.

       So this morning too I wake up before Vivien. I go push the
       curtains open and open the window. There are no roads nearby, and
       just the sounds of the nature and the wind can be heard. The
       sunlight that streams in makes Vivien turn over away from the
       window.

       I return to the bed and start reading a book. We're both still
       naked from the last night, and I soon get a little chilly and put
       on a shirt. After an hour Vivien starts waking up. I've learnt
       the signs. I put the book down, and start slowly stroking her
       hair, watching her.

       Were I to count hours, it'd be a lot of time I've spent just
       watching the girl sleep. It's no small joy. Of course, sometimes
       I start rubbing myself, watching her, and more than once she's
       woken up to me snuggling into her, maybe kissing her neck or
       such, and about to come. But I digress. This morning I'm feeling
       peaceful enough. As Vivien parts an eye, and quickly closes it
       because of all the light, I gently greet her: "Morning doll." She
       murrs sleepily and puts her head on my leg, a blanket over her
       head to hide from the light. She stays still under the blanket
       for a good while, and I wonder if she went back to sleep, when
       she asks, her voice muffled by the blanket "So... did we have sex
       last night?"

       I squeeze her shoulder softly through the blanket, and nod,
       although she cannot see that. "We sure did, cub." She stays quiet
       for a moment again, then pulls aside the blanket to look up at
       me. I smile at her impishly and tousles her hair, and she grins
       at me, sitting up next to me. I put an arm around her shoulders,
       and she leans to my side, pulling the blanket upper, around her
       waist. She's in her thoughts.

       Eventually she continues. "It felt... really good." she says
       quietly, keeping her eyes down. "Yep, sex feels really good.
       That's pretty much why people do it. That, and it's fun to do it
       with certain people you like that way." I answer. She raises her
       eyes to look at me. As she says nothing, I prompt her on. "What's
       in your mind sweetie?" I ask, slowly rubbing her arm on the other
       side of her.

       Vivien shrugs. "I dunno, it was so weird... where is Jesse?"

       "I think he's sleeping in his room." I say, and keep petting her.
       It seems clear she has a lot on her mind. I want to help her put
       it all into words. Might take some time though. She goes quiet
       again, and after a while moves into my lap sideways, resting her
       side to me, with her head under my chin. I put my arms around
       her, and she hugs one of them. I pull the edge of the blanket up
       over her shoulder.

       Slowly she starts "Was I... silly last night?" she asks, to my
       slight surprise. "No... you were just like people usually are." I
       squeeze her softly, rocking her softly in my lap. She looks up at
       me, sounding relieved. "Really?" she at the same time smiles
       cautiously and frowns her brow. I laugh a little. "Yeah. Hey,
       think of me when I rub my pussy. Am I not kinda silly too?" I
       grin at her. She can't deny, and giggles at me. "Very silly."

       She looks looking really content after having heard this. I add,
       "Everybody look silly when having sex. Jesse too. That's how it
       goes." She tilts her head at the idea, looking amused, then
       another thought occurs to her. "Can we... I mean, is it okay
       if... we do it again?" she looks a little embarrassed about
       asking that. I answer my putting a kiss on her nose. "Sweetling,
       dear, if you enjoy it, there's nothing wrong with having sex. And
       Jesse liked it too, a _lot_. Take my word for that. I had fun
       too. Okay?"

       Vivien nods. "Okay..." she smiles. "Alright. Goodie," I reply.
       She gives me a tight hug, and I hug her back. I can almost hear
       ideas forming in her head. She releases the hug and hops off the
       bed. "Let's go have some breakfast!" She slips into her fuzzy
       white morning robe in which she often leaves on well into the
       afternoon, and leaves the room.

       Vivien walks downstairs into the kitchen. Damn, no Jesse around.
       She grabs a banana, and peels it while heading towards your room.
       The door is ajar, so she slowly pushes it open a little more, and
       peeks in.

Jesse: She sees me asleep. I'm a light sleeper, but I don't hear the
       squeak of the door as it opens. I seem pretty peaceful to her.
       I'm not snoring, since I don't normally snore, so I seem fairly
       approachable.

Emily: Upstairs, the sound of running water starts. Emily is taking a
       morning shower.

Jesse: She calls my name from the door. "Jesse ..." I don't wake up,
       because her voice is so soft and beautiful, it soothes me into an
       even deeper sleep. She comes closer and stands beside my bed.
       When she sees me, she feels a little tingly in her stomach. She's
       a bit nervous, not knowing how I'll react after last night.

       "Jesse ..." she calls again. I'm still asleep. She leans over my
       body and looks at me. I'm breathing deeply, still oblivious to
       reality. She again has the thought that she could touch me
       anywhere, but after last night she realizes she could do that
       when I'm conscious, and it would be more interesting. As she
       leans over, her hair falls toward my face, and some of it brushes
       along my cheek and nose. I wrinkle my nose because she's tickled
       me, but this doesn't wake me. Still, it amuses her how I wrinkle
       my nose in my sleep like that.

       So she rocks her head back and forth, sweeping her soft hair
       along my nose and lips, and I again, by reflex, wiggle my nose.
       She starts to giggle. This is greatly entertaining her. She keeps
       doing it, and I keep wriggling. But suddenly unconsciousness is
       pulled violently away from me and I wake up with one terrible,
       loud sneeze. This completely startles Vivien and she squeals from
       surprise and jumps back, staring at me. I look back at her,
       smiling at such a lovely sight. She smiles back and says, "Hi,
       good morning. I wanted to know if you want breakfast." She
       neglects to mention her hair teasing, but as my nose is still
       itchy and she's wearing a mischievous smile, I can easily imagine
       what happened.

Emily: You notice Vivien, well, checking you out while asking the
       question. Your blanket is covering your hips and your legs only,
       and it's easy to wonder if you're wearing anything. You notice
       the half a banana she's holding in her hand. "You want me finish
       your banana?" you joke, and Vivien realizes she's still holding
       it. "No silly... but you can have it if you want?"

Jesse: "I'll have a bite," I answer, and pat the bed between my legs,
       inviting her up. She smiles and crawls onto the bed, kneeling in
       front of me. I reach for the banana, but she pulls it away and
       says, "No, here" and she holds it to my mouth. I lean in and take
       a bite, and look closely at the beautiful girl before me, with
       whom I shared quite an intense experience just hours ago.
       "Thanks," I say. "So ..." I brush her hair from her face and tuck
       it behind her ear. "How are you this morning ... you know, after
       last night."

Emily: The way she reacts when your fingers brush her cheek gives you a
       sudden, very vivid flashback from the last night. For a moment,
       you recall just the hotly sensual and pleasured look on her face.
       But then the serious, intense look melts away and is replaced by
       a bright smile and a touch of impishness. "It was fun," she
       whispers, looking quite excited, watching your face. She offers
       you another bite of the banana.

       Her look is the way a girl could have when she's planning a raid
       into a candy store - mischievous, a little wild, expecting some
       great fun in near future. In contrast to the slight awkwardness
       half a minute ago, she seems now completely at east with you.

Jesse: I recognize the look in her eyes, and it's clear to me that if I
       started touching her at this moment, she would submit herself to
       me. Still, there's no reason to rush things, and considering how
       intense things were for her last night, it makes sense to take
       things slowly.

       "I'm glad. I had fun too," I confess with a bit of a smile. She's
       just so beautiful; her skin glows and she looks impossibly
       cuddlable with that fuzzy robe. I cup her cheeks with my hands
       and gaze into her eyes, letting the love I feel for her at this
       moment pour out of me. "Can I have a hug?" I smile. She smiles 
       brightly in reply, and wraps her arms around me, one hand on my 
       back and the other still holding her banana.

       I stroke her back and squeeze her tightly to me, and sigh through
       my nose into her neck. After a long moment or two, I relax my
       grip from her, but she still holds me tightly, telling me she
       wants this hug to last longer. We melt into each other, and after
       several moments more, she releases me. "So let's go make that
       breakfast," I smile.

Emily: Vivien backs off to let you get up. She remains sitting, cross
       legged, at the foot of the bed, and curiously watches you - you
       could still be naked after all. She takes the last bite of the
       banana, not taking her eyes off of you. Her robe has fell open
       some and you can see most of her chest. From the door comes a
       female voice. "Knock knock," I say, standing at the door and
       smiling.  My long hair, now moist after the shower, is open and
       falling over my shoulders. I'm wearing a robe similar to
       Vivien's, one hand on the door knob. "It's lovely outside. Shall
       we eat in the garden?"

Jesse: "The garden sounds like fun, if Vivien wants to." With 4 female
       eyes on me now, I suddenly, amusingly, become conscientious about
       my nakedness, which has until now been concealed underneath the
       sheets of my bed. After our mutually shared experiences last
       night, I figure it is silly for me to be shy, and get out of bed,
       stark naked with my semi-erection in plain sight, and walk to my
       closet to put some sweat pants on.

Emily: I lean to the wall with my arms folded, and very much watch, 
       smiling kind of teasingly. Most likely, though, I enjoy
       watching.  Few hetero women wouldn't.

       Vivien watches too, her head tilted a little. She hasn't watched
       a male quite this way ever before. All of sudden, the differences
       between men and women seem so significant. She meets eyes of
       Emily, who raises her eyebrows in a naughty manner. It makes
       Vivien giggle. But oh, how grown up she feels now. It's like
       she's a member of some great secret club now, and before now she
       never knew it even existed.

Jesse: I know I'm being watched, but instead of being embarrassed I'm a
       bit turned on. It's not very often I strut around naked in front
       of people, or at least girls, especially two young girls as hot
       as you and Vivien. Still, I try to be casual, and before long I
       am wearing a pair of sweat pants. I decide not to wear a shirt,
       though, since it seems warm outside, and hell, with abs like
       mine, why not make the neighbors jealous while we go outside to
       eat.

       I see Vivien kneeling on my bed, still watching me playfully.
       Everyone is in such a good mood, and it relieves me. I smile
       coyly, and charge at Vivien with a growl. She shrieks and laughs,
       and I grab her by her waist and sling her over my shoulders,
       tickling her sides as I bring her out to the kitchen.

Emily: It makes also me laugh, hearing Vivien squeal and giggle so.
       I follows you two. It's so nice seeing Vivien so happy with
       you, and discovering all these new things - although at the
       moment, I would love to be the one holding her myself.


Roleplay Session 3
------------------

The third session was again started by a little story by me. It had been
several days since the previous session, and I had had too much time to
think of Vivien.


Emily: This incident, as many with Vivien, started when we were going to
       sleep. Not that surprising, I suppose, given the way I and her do
       our going to sleep, with cuddling, much intimate chatting, and,
       as was the case this night, me playing with myself.

       Now certainly, I could easily go and have sex with other people,
       but I can do that some other times. Right now, Vivien has my
       heart, and it's nice enough lying next to her and rubbing myself
       until I purr.

       So I was reading a book, one that had some soft erotic scenes in
       it, and idly playing with my pussy, naked. I thought Vivien was
       tight asleep by then, then then I realize someone was watching
       me, and looked down at her. She looked back straight in my eyes.
       I kept steadily nudging my clit, and looked back into her eyes. I
       don't think she had looked at me in quite that way before. I'm
       certain she knew what I was doing. I had been wondering when she
       figures out masturbation herself, and I thought this might well
       be the time, so I was surprised to see her then close her eyes
       again, an go to sleep.

       That incident made me pretty turned on, so I kept masturbating
       for real. And then I realized she's doing the same. Her eyes
       closed, but clearly her hand was rubbing herself down there. I 
       felt all wonderful in my tummy, and started watching her. I got 
       still, and could feel the bed moving a little as she moved her 
       hand quickly. It was terribly erotic, seeing the pretty child
       masturbate just inches away from me.

       She rolled on her back, and I resumed my own rubbing. Had she
       been shy about it, she'd have tried to hide it. But she didn't,
       and I was feeling really horny, so I asked her if I can pull
       aside the blanket and watch her. She nodded, so I took the
       blanket away, and moved a little to see her nakedness better. It
       was terribly erotic. I think it was her first time doing that to
       herself, and her technique seemed to be lacking. By the time a
       few minutes had passed, she started looking frustrated. I assumed
       she was about to come, but couldn't bring her over the edge.

       While I was feeling very excited, I also felt very loving and
       compassionate for her. I urged her to roll over to her side away
       from me, and snuggled against her back, and put both arms around
       her. I held her close safely, like a cuddledoll, one arm under
       her head, and while she kept rubbing herself, squirming and
       tensing on and off against me, I started lapping at her neck,
       warmly, wetly. I wanted to eat her completely. You know how
       tender and delicious she is. I just kept lapping on her neck,
       holding her close, and clearly she liked it, her squirming and
       quiet moaning increasing. After about a minute of that, she came,
       getting all stiff and jerky. I wonder if you heard that. You
       probably did if you weren't in sleep.

Jesse: Regrettably I have no recollection of that. I was probably sound
       asleep, dreaming of Vivien. :)

Emily: She hugged my arms better around herself, and I pulled the
       blanket back over us, and held her. She went to sleep quickly.
       I held her for a few minutes - but I was hornier than I'd been 
       for a long while, so I let off, and rolled on my back, and resumed 
       my masturbation.

       After a short while happened the second surprise of the night:
       her sweet voice asked me "Want me to lick your neck too?" I
       looked at her, and she was half sitting there, and smiling. I
       guess she figured I'd like the favor paid back. Or perhaps, I
       hope so, she had more selfish reasons.

       Had I been less horny, I'd have hesitated more, but as it were, I
       smiled back and gladly invited her to do that. She moved over me
       on all fours, and looked down at me. She seemed pretty happy.
       It's hard to explain, that look of mixed happiness and horniness,
       I think, of some kind. I watched her face, our noses almost
       touching, and deliberately rubbed my clit while doing that. She
       stayed there for some time. My hand moved against her leg and arm
       as I rubbed myself - very sexy, having her naked body almost all
       over me like that while I rubbed myself.

       Then she lowered herself on me and started lapping my neck just
       like I had lapped hers. I had to move my arm go the other way,
       around her. It felt so great having her lick my neck. I closed my
       eyes and laid my head back and caressed her over myself, rubbing
       myself all the while. I didn't want to come quickly, I wanted it
       to last as long as possible. Every time her licking made me sigh
       or moan or jerk or gasp, she got more enthusiastic. She loved
       pleasing me. I guess it must have been a sexy thing for her, too.

       I was tempted to put my spare hand between her legs. Her ass was
       perfectly accessible there, with her legs spread on both sides of
       me and her butt sticking up a little. I held her buttock, but
       resisted my urge to touch further. After some five minutes, I
       couldn't hold myself back anymore, and came. At that moment, my
       hand, I believe, was all over her - I don't remember exactly. And
       that was that for that night. We exchanged a few fond words and
       much hugging, and she was asleep quite soon, and so was I, soon
       after.

       We sleep soundly through the night, and as the sun climbs up to
       the sky and lits up the room, I wake up next to her. Things feel
       different now. She's one step less innocent, and one step sexier.

       I leave the bed, and start my morning chores. In the shower I put
       my fingers into my pussy, and come fantasizing it's she doing it.
       With a towel wrapped around my wet hair, I return to the bed
       room. I carefully place a kiss on her cheek. I have some
       butterflies in my tummy. I have a crush on that girl, there's no
       doubt about that.

Jesse: Me, I'm still fast asleep. The noises of the shower and such are
       too distant to wake up.

Emily: She wakes up to the noise I make changing my clothes. Clad in
       simple, white panties and a silky shirt, I sit down next to her
       and lean over her, with my hand on the other side of her, I pet
       her hair and say my good mornings. She smiles sleepily at me, and
       rubs her head on my hand.

Emily: "Slept well, sweetie?"

Jesse: Vivien looks drowsily at you between two, barely opened eyes, and
       stretches her arms above her. You notice her toes curl, and her
       body shivers from the cold of consciousness. She smiles and says,
       "Mmmhmmpphh," yawns, and then says, "I could sleep until
       Christmas."

Emily: I smile and rub her sides softly. "You're such a cutie, yes you
       are." I swoon at her. I bet I sound sillier and mushier than
       usually, as I feel fonder than ever before, and smile brightly at
       her. She's soo pretty stretching and yawning like that, like a
       kitten.

Jesse: Yawning again, Vivien's eyes clench shut, and she inhales deeply.
       "You smell nice," she comments, and opens her eyes a bit wider
       now, more awake. "I can't believe how good I slept. I don't think
       I woke up once since ... since last night. And I have to pee so
       bad," she grabs between her legs on top of the blankets and
       squeezes herself. "I'm starving too."

Emily: I lean down and brush her face with my hair. Her saying that
       compliment to me was nicer than I ever though it would be. "You
       smell good too, blossom." I coo back at her. Her squeezing her
       pussy is very erotic. I can't help myself, and place a kiss on
       her cheek, almost on her mouth, and make no attempt to hide the
       fact I'm completely turned on. Having her moving arm bump against
       my nipple though my shirt makes me jerk a little. "Should I let
       you into bathroom?" I whisper, almost cheek to cheek.

Jesse: "Bathroom, yeah," Vivien stretches once more. "Except I bet Jesse
       is still sleeping, and it's no fair he'd get to sleep later than
       me. I bet he'd wake up pretty fast if I peed on him!" Vivien
       giggles and finally snorts, impishly. "Ow, ow," she squeezes her
       legs together, trapping her hand. "If I laugh again I'm going to
       pee the bed."

Emily: I giggle together with Vivien. I consider suggesting that I hold
       her pussy instead, but obviously discard that idea quickly. I sit
       up to let her go to bathroom. "Okay, I'll go and make some
       breakfast. And wake up our sleepyhead Jesse too." I add, and
       watch Vivien as she gets up and scurries out and into bathroom.
       The bathroom door remains half open and I can see her knees as
       she sits down on the toilet, and I hear the sound. Soon she's
       going to take a shower, and I'll probably see all too much if I
       keep sitting here. So I head for downstairs.

       On my way, I ponder if I should tell you about the events of the
       last night. I have an urge to tell someone, and you're by far the
       best candidate. And I'm sure you'd appreciate hearing... I wonder
       if you have an hard on already. Men often do in the morning. I'd
       like to see it... I feel flirty. As I knock on your door, I
       suddenly realize I'm still wearing just the panties and the
       shirt, which I know is sexy, and makes my hard nipples very
       evident. Oh well.

Jesse: Your knock pushes the door open. I hadn't closed it shut during
       the night in the hopes that my fantasy of Vivien coming to visit
       me in the middle of the night would come true. Alas, it hadn't,
       and I lie in bed completely unconscious, probably dreaming of
       recent events with Vivien.

Emily: I peek in, and seeing you're still asleep and properly covered, I
       walk in and sit down on the edge of your bed. "Jeesssee," I call,
       watching more your muscles than your face. "Time to waaake
       uuuup."

Jesse: Your voice pulls me from my dream. Damnit, and it was a good
       dream too. The thought occurs to me that you might see exactly
       how good of a dream it was, even though I'm covered up. Conscious
       now, but curious as to what you'd do, I feign sleeping.

Emily: I put my hand against your chest, on top of the blanket, and
       shakeshake you softly. "Wakey wakey." I try again, now a little
       louder, but softly still. I feel happy and fond towards
       everything just now. I am a little bit in love, clearly. Your
       erection didn't seem visible when I came in, so I'm not
       checking again.

Jesse: I feel you push on my chest to wake me, and after a moment, in
       one sudden, instantaneous burst I pull the blankets off of me,
       and swing them over your head, wrapping you up in them. I push
       you onto the bed, straddle your blanket-bound self (you can't see
       anything since you're completely wrapped up), tickle your sides
       over the sheets. You squeal and giggle and kick and fight, and
       after a moment, you feel my weight disappear. When you pull the
       blanket away from your face, I'm nowhere to be found.

Emily: I sit there grinning widely both in amusement and slight
       annoyance. That went totally unlike I had planned. I was actually
       looking forward to telling you all the sexy things, and also to
       having you ogle at my body. Damn it. I get up, guessing you've
       gone to shower or something. But then it occurs to me to first
       check if you're hiding somewhere in the room... butt naked and
       quite possibly with a hard on.

Jesse: I realize I had an extremely good opportunity just now with you,
       but as you've been flirting with me incessantly over the past
       week, I decide to return the favor, so I leave you half naked on
       my bed to contemplate my clothing (or lack of it) and possibly
       aroused state as I go upstairs to take a shower. The door is open
       half way, so I assume the bathroom is available, and I push the
       door fully open to reveal Vivien sitting on the toilet, underwear
       around her ankles, and nightie covering the more interesting
       parts. "Ooops, sorry," I tell her, unable to move.

Emily: You can hear Vivien is peeing as you step in. She turns her head
       and looks at you, first with a face of blank surprise, then some
       smile. "Sorry... taken already," she says, obviously assuming you
       need the toilet too. She doesn't seem concerned having you see
       her peeing. Come to think of it, you haven't seen her embarrassed
       often, if ever.

       Meanwhile, I have figured out you've gone upstairs, so I go to
       kitchen and start making some easy breakfast. I'm not feeling
       like doing any cooking, and just make a few sandwiches, mostly
       for Vivien. We can have the real breakfast at the mall today, I
       hope. I'm still feeling giddy and happy about the last night with
       my young love, and hum to myself and dance around as I move in
       the kitchen.

Jesse: I had at least a bit of foresight before leaving my room to grab
       a pair of boxers, but I'm a bit conscientious about whether or
       not Vivien notices the larger-than-usual bulge in the front. Of
       course, it's mostly through no particular fault of my own; I
       don't expect Vivien knows much about "morning wood."
       Nevertheless, seeing her in such a revealing situation and
       obviously not the slightest bit embarrassed about it doesn't help
       that situation. "Can I take a shower when you're done?" I ask
       her, eyes wide, staring elsewhere than her eyes. "You can take
       one now, if you want," she answers.

Emily: Naturally, Vivien watches you as you try to decide what to do -
       just dropping your pants a revealing your hand on might be a bit
       too much - and if you notice, she's watching the only clad part
       of you more than other parts. She finishes peeing, and dries her
       pussy with a piece of toilet paper, still watching you.

       I'm not yet hungry - I usually don't eat until an hour after
       I get up. As it's likely for you two to get a while to come 
       downstairs, I flop down on my back on your bed and close my 
       eyes, feeling a tad sleepy still.

       The mail arrives. I go to fetch it, and come back on the bed,
       now flopping down on my tummy and browsing through the ads.

Jesse: Vivien's non-chalantness has put her in complete control. I'd
       wondered if her offer for me to use the shower now was a bluff,
       just to see if I'd strip in front of her. Watching her wipe
       herself, and seeing glimpses of her delicious pussy that I'd
       touched just days before was beginning to give me a full
       erection. I'd either strip now and go into the shower, or not at
       all, because if I waited, she'd surely have questions -- not that
       that's such a terrible thing. "Okay, thanks," I tell her, let my
       boxers fall to the floor, and quickly enter the shower, closing
       the shower door behind me. I didn't have time to adjust and let
       the water run, so I'll have to deal with a short moment of cold
       water at first. I see the fuzzy blob that is Vivien through the
       shower doors still sitting on the toilet, but I can't tell if she
       is looking at me, as I am looking at her.

Emily: One of the girls in clothing ads looks much like Vivien, and I 
       stop to watch it.  I lay my head down on the bed and close my 
       eyes, and imagine Vivien washing herself upstairs.

       Vivien grins. Jesse is shy. "I'll go eat downstairs," she calls
       over the sound of the water, and watches the blob of you on the
       other side of the glass, and thinks of the erection she just
       briefly saw. Looked pretty weird. She'll have to see it again.

       Downstairs I am fantasizing, when it occurs to me to start
       wondering if Vivien was in the bathroom when you went there, and
       what happened.  I shrug my shoulders, and return to thinking of 
       Vivien soaping her bottom.

Jesse: I peer my head over the shower door, standing on my tippy-toes.
       "All right, I won't be long," I reply, and catch one more look at
       her breathlessly beautiful body as she walks out of the room. And
       what a thoughtful sweetheart; she didn't flush the toilet. I soap
       myself, with that sight in my mind's eye, and think I'd better
       relieve myself if I want to keep some semblance of control for
       the rest of the day. Vivien skips downstairs, now mostly awake,
       and no more annoying bladder pressure, and looks to find you.

Emily: I hear someone quick and light charge into the room, and the bed
       bounces, and them someone slapslapslaps my ass cheeks. "Wake up
       Emily, I'm hungry!" she exclaims. "Don't!" I laugh, and squeal
       and roll on my side and try to cover against her attack. "There
       are sandwiches ready for you in the kitchen, you little monster."
       I laugh as she tries to tickle me.

       Vivien tortures me with her tickling fingers for a moment more,
       then says "Ok" and hops down and goes look for the food. I
       rearrange my skimpy clothes, and follow her, wanting to watch
       her. She's sitting on edge of the bed and swinging her legs as
       she eats. "I thought we'll go and eat the real breakfast at the
       mall. How's that?" I ask, and come stand in front of her, moving
       her knees apart enough that I can stand against the edge of the
       table. I play with her hair and look down at her. "Sounds fun,"
       she answers, bits of bread flying out of her mouth as it's full
       of food.

Jesse: "If we're going out," she chomps another bite of her sandwich,
       "Can we maybe go swimming too at the pool hall that's near the
       mall?" She pleads with her eyes, and has a feeling you'll not be
       able to say no. Meanwhile, I come down the stairs in my boxers, a
       bit wet and towel drying my hair. You're both staring at me, and
       I stop, look back, and say, "What?" You both shrug; I contemplate
       going to my room to put something more on, but since no one else
       is really dressed, I go to the kitchen and grab one of the
       sandwiches on the plate, plonking myself down beside Vivien.

Emily: I have my hands on Vivien's shoulders and I'm standing pretty
       close to her, and it likely looks every bit the way I'd behave
       were Vivien a guy I'm trying to get into bed. I don't care. I
       look at you, my head somewhat higher than yours. "Wanna go to
       pool hall after shopping?" I ask you. The idea of taking a shower
       with Vivien feels extremely attractive at the moment, which
       results in me giving a pretty intensely hot look at you as I ask
       that, my hand slowly stroking Vivien's bare arm. Vivien looks at
       you too, trying to puppy-dog-eye you into saying yes. I start
       smiling as I look at you. The towel around your head is cute. 
       Especially as it's such a cutesy little girl towel. I idly wonder
       if it was an accident or purposeful deed that you took Vivien's
       towel. The latter, I suspect.

Jesse: "I didn't even know I was going shopping," I say. "But sure,
       swimming sounds like fun, and I get to spend a couple hours
       around two beautiful girls in bathing suits," I flirt
       shamelessly. "When will we be leaving then?" I ask. "I was going
       to do some work first, but if you'd wanted to leave early, I'll
       just put it off until tomorrow."

Emily: I grin at you as you make the flirty remark, and then look at
       Vivien to see how she takes it. She seems pleased. "I thought
       we'd be leaving right away.  Did I forget to tell you about all
       this? We kind of planned this ahead days ago," I say. Vivien has
       backed off to the middle of the table and is sitting there legs
       crossed. No wonder, I almost had my tits against her face.

Jesse: "Maybe you did tell me, but you didn't remind me every 15
       minutes, and since my memory is so bad, I'd forgotten. Well it's
       not such a problem. We might want to get dressed first, though,"
       I looked down at my own half nakedness. "And, somebody needs a
       good combing," I raked my fingers down the back of Vivien's hair
       and tugged on a few tangles. At that moment, I wanted Vivien to
       crawl into my lap so that I could hug and cuddle her, and, I must
       admit, she also looked quite gropable. 'All in due time,' I
       calmed myself.

Emily: "True," Vivien quickly pipes up and slides down from the table,
       fetches a brush, brings it to you and stands in front of you, 
       her bottom against the edge of the table, and holding the
       remainings of the bread still in her hand. She likes having her
       hair brushed.  I smile and fetch another brush for myself, and 
       sit on the arm of a chair opposite to you two to watch Vivien's 
       hair getting brushed.  I'm unaware how reaching my arms above my 
       head brings my silk top up and comes awfully close to showing the 
       bottoms of my breasts.

Jesse: I take the brush from Vivien with a smile and look at her
       affectionately for a moment. "Okay, spin around," and hold her by
       her waist, spinning her so that her back -- and her bottom -- is
       toward me. I brush her hair, slowly working the tangles away, and
       with my free hand, I stroke her hair, pulling it back from over
       her ears and neck. I touch Vivien's skin perhaps a bit more than
       I need to for this job, and I'm quite enjoying the sensations.
       Vivien steps back slightly, and her I feel her butt push against 
       my crotch. With only two thin layers of clothing separating our 
       skin there, there's no way she's not going to feel my reaction 
       to her inadvertent touch.

Emily: It's lovely watching Vivien enjoy your attentions. It's easy to
       see there is plenty more touching than is necessary. Almost as
       much as I would perform were I to brush Vivien's hair. It takes
       Vivien a moment to figure out what she's feeling against her
       butt, all of which is above the table edge level now. As she
       realizes it, it causes her to feel funny and nice in her stomach.
       She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling, and after a
       moment pushes a little more against it.


Sleepiness came over us again, so we had to quit.


Roleplay Session 4
------------------

This session takes place an hour after end of the events of the previous
session.  The three are just arriving to the mall. Emily is feeling sexy
and is wearing thin and very form fitting shorts and a simple low cut
top that leaves little to the imagination.


Emily: The car stops in the parking space beneath the mall, and the
       engine goes off. I look at you by means of the rear view
       mirror. "We're there." I wonder just how reluctant you might be 
       to get out of the car, where Vivien seems to be so nicely snuggled 
       to your side, and who knows what else is going on.

Jesse: My heart sinks slightly as I realize we've reached our
       destination. I wanted this moment with Vivien to last forever. It
       has so far been very rare where I get to be so close with Vivien
       -- hopefully that will change in the future, though. I'd decided
       to be a bit more bold with Vivien. Not sexually, but just in my
       physical contact with her.  I have my arm around her, while she is
       snuggled into my side, stroking her shoulder, and my other hand
       is on her thigh, also stroking her bare leg, below her blue
       shorts. "Okay, Viv, let's go buy out the mall then," I say and
       pat her leg.  We all pull ourselves out of the cool, air-
       conditioned car into the extremely muggy parking garage. The
       three of us walk through the mall entrance on the third floor
       (where we had parked), feeling the once again cool air on our
       bodies, and look around at the plethora of stores and
       beautifully colored neon lights. Vivien's eyes light up in
       excitement.

Emily: I hold my hand on Vivien's shoulder as we walk, and I smile
       as I see her smile so. Were that girl to ever become a teenager, 
       she'd spend all her days shopping.  I raise my eyes from Vivien 
       to you.  As far as I know, this is one of the first times
       you've been outside the house with her, and you seem to be
       thoroughly enjoying it.  I'm happy for you. I smile at you,
       gently playing with Vivien's hair, almost by force of habit. It
       pleases me to have you watch me and my body. Sure, everybody does
       that, but it means more when you do.  I haven't had sex with men
       for a long time, but I am starting to get the feeling that, just
       maybe, that could change some day now.

Jesse: "Look!" Vivien stops dead in her tracks, her jaw dropped.
       "Where?" we both answer in unison, looking around the general
       area where Vivien's eyes are pointing. "Over there, sillies!"
       she points to the pet store -- well, either the pet store, or
       the Radio Shack on the left, or the Barnes & Noble on the right.
       "Well, come on!" she bounces, grabs both our hands, and pulls
       us along behind her.

Emily: I glance at you and give you a grin as I get pulled along with
       you. This mall trip seems to be quite fun so far. Vivien stops in
       front of the store window, rests her hands on her knees, her butt
       sticking out, and watches a kitten in her cage together with her
       mother kitty. "Isn't that cute!" she exclaims. I squat down next
       to her. "Totally," I agree, my hand now released. As Vivien
       watches the kitten, I ask her, "You're not hungry anymore?" When
       we left, Vivien had informed us she's _starving_. I was getting
       hungry myself.

Jesse: "I'm hungry," Vivien answers, "but ... but, cute kitties!" she
       points with wide eyes. We spend another 10 minutes in the pet
       store, while Vivien seems to be fascinated with even the more
       boring pets, like hamsters, birds, and fish. The wonderment of
       her youth is contagious, and I find myself having almost as much
       fun as her.  While she ogles the puppies, I play with hair, 
       bunching it up into a pony tail and sliding my hand along
       its silky smoothness.  Finally her stomach rumbles, and she
       decides to leave for some food.

Emily: I find myself watching you two interact. It's so cute: Jesse, who
       could get any grown up woman he wants, is so smitten by this
       little girl, and looks like a school boy in love. And Vivien is
       having so much fun. She hasn't been at a mall with a man before,
       and I'm really glad she's found someone nice to do that with now.
       Not that she doesn't like to do it with me, but I certainly don't
       provide the excitement of a handsome new guy that you do.

       "Shall it be McDonald's again?" I ask as Vivien gets up to leave
       the store. "Or something finer this time? Jesse?" I look at you
       to hear what you'd prefer. I'm sitting on back of a chair and
       playing with hair, which I'm wearing open, twirling it around my
       finger.

Jesse: "Whatever Vivien wants," I smile at her. "Yeah, McDonald's!" she
       exclaims.  Of course, what kid wouldn't choose McDonald's.
       "McDonald's it is, then," you say, and we all march in a line to
       the escalator to take us down to the ground floor where the food
       court is. On the way down, Vivien reaches up and grabs my hand.
       It seemed like such a natural thing for her to do, I wondered if
       she realized how uncomfortable it made me feel. Of course, I
       really _wanted_ to hold her hand, but I'd wondered if everyone in
       the mall would be able to see right through me, and know just
       with that simple touch and the look in my eyes that my interest
       in Vivien wasn't strictly as it "should" be.  But the logical side
       of me takes over, and I realize no one would think twice about
       it.  I give Vivien's hand a little squeeze, and reach over to
       pet her hair with my other hand. You smile knowingly at me, and I
       give you a little wink; I wonder if you'll think I'm flirting
       with you too. In fact, I'm not even sure I'm not, myself.

Emily: Somehow, seeing you so fond of Vivien makes me feel all
       affectionate towards you. I'll analyze that feeling later, I tell
       myself, as I move a little closer, glance around to check that
       nobody is at a listening distance, and take your hand into mine.
       "No one will think badly of you when I'm around. Clearly we're
       her siblings, aren't we?" I smile, and hope that my smile shows
       the affection I'm feeling.

Jesse: "Yes, one happy family," I say, and put my arms around both of
       you, hugging you both to either side of me. Whereas a moment ago
       I felt awkward about what people would think of my intentions,
       now I welcomed their assumptions. 'Go ahead, think I'm going to
       go home and have sex with these two goddesses. Eat your hearts
       out.' We reach the ground floor and trot over to the food
       court. There are no lines, as the breakfast rush is long over,
       and Vivien stands in front of the McDonald's counter staring at
       the menu while the poor guy dressed in the silly McDonald's
       costume looks on impatiently.

Emily: As you hug me with your arm on my waist, I happily press against
       you. "The happiest family of all," I agree, with one hand on your
       waist and one on Vivien. 'This feels comfortable,' I think, 'I
       like this. I want to keep it easy and casual and affectionate
       like this.' So I keep my hand on your waist until we walk out of
       the elevator and it gets clumsy to walk that way. So I slip my
       hand into yours. At the counter, I watch the McDonald's guy in
       his eyes and smile, just to see if I can confuse him enough that
       he messes up Vivien's order.

Jesse: Each of us rhyme our orders off to the clerk -- some pimply faced
       teenager, probably around your age -- as he tries to keep up with
       our orders. I find it amusing how his throat cracks and he
       stammers while he speaks to you. It's plainly obvious to me that
       you completely know that he wants in your pants, and I chuckle
       inwardly, while again mussing with Vivien's hair and stroking her
       neck. We fetch our order, and sit down at one of the back corner
       tables to eat.

Emily: We're sitting on three sides of the table, and halfway through
       the meal I notice that a guy who is sitting by himself some five
       meters to my right, opposing Vivien, seems to be watching Vivien.
       Makes me smile. I see that happen all the time, though not many
       are quite as focused as this guy. I lower my voice a little.
       "Guys, don't look, but that guy behind Jesse is totally checking
       out Vivien." I smile at Vivien, to show that this is an amusing
       matter more than anything else.

Jesse: "Oh, really," I muse. "Be right back," I say, and get up and go
       to the front counter to fetch some napkins. As I walk back, I
       look at the man watching Vivien quiet intently. He's a few years
       older than me, and clean shaven; not at all unattractive. Clearly
       he's quite attracted to Vivien. I feel a bit of sympathy toward
       him. When I return, I drop the napkins on the table, move behind
       Vivien, crouching, and wrap my arms around her in a hug, rocking
       her back and forth slightly. She smiles at this quite unexpected
       move by me, and when I let go of her, I kiss the top of her head,
       and sit back down in my chair, with my back to the man watching
       Vivien. "Oh," Vivien smiles, "What was that for?" I look at you
       looking at the man and answer, "I just had to hug you, Viv, and
       ... and I also wanted to make that guy checking you out a bit
       jealous. Sorry, couldn't help it." I wink.

Emily: As I see you hug Vivien like that, I start laughing, and lean
       back in my chair. This is too amusing! As the show is over, I
       look at the man, still grinning broadly. Of course, he sees me
       looking at him. I look at him for a moment, glance at Vivien,
       back at him and wink my eye. The guy gets pretty nervous, and
       after a few seconds, gets up and leaves fairly quickly. I start
       laughing again, watching between you, and Vivien, who still looks
       a little confused, but is smiling since everybody else are
       laughing too.

Jesse: Vivien uses her fork and cuts up her hash brown, daintily taking
       small bites from it. This is quite a contrast from the
       food-flying-out-of-mouth Vivien from earlier. It's nice to see
       her using her "in public" manners. I slurp the last of my coffee
       and say, "So, what next?" looking at Vivien. "The Dollar Store,"
       she answers. "And then Toys R Us. Can I buy something?" she
       pleads in her eyes. Of course, by that she meant "will you buy me
       something?" to which I answer, "Of course."

Emily: I nod in agreement about the stores, and the buying. I watch her
       eat, my cheek propped to my hand, and then ask her. "Wondering
       why the man was watching you?" She nodnods at me, her brow
       wrinkling a little. "Well, ever notice how men are always
       watching me, and my boobs and bottom in particular?" I ask
       Vivien. She grins and nods again. "Well, that's the way he
       watched you too." I explain. "You're a very beautiful girl."

Jesse: Vivien smiles and blushes a little. She wrinkles her nose and
       looks at me as if she were playfully growling at me, and says,
       "And I see Jesse staring at your boobs all the time too," she
       giggles, trying to get me into trouble. "Well, it looks like I'm
       busted," I lean back in my chair and stare back. "I can't help
       looking at beautiful things. Why do you think I look at you so
       much?" I smile as her eyes go wide.

Emily: I laugh as Vivien says you stare at my boobs. It's sexy hearing
       her say that, too. I feel my nipples tightening. I look at you as
       you speak, and then at Vivien, and her wonderfully surprised
       expression. "Better believe it," I tell her as she looks at me
       for confirmation. She raises her eyebrows, totally taken by
       surprise, and seemingly trying to figure out if we're shitting
       her. "Also," I add softly, "that's why I'm always touching you."

Jesse: I decide to leave the topic at that and let Vivien contemplate
       what we said. She will later no doubt either have questions, or
       will start receiving my flirting in a different way. "So, off to
       the dollar store then?" I look at both of you, and you nod. I
       see, as do you, the clerk ogling your ass as we walk out of the
       restaurant. Impulsively, my hand nearly goes to squeeze your left
       butt cheek to send him into a jealous fit, but some filter
       between my brain and hand intercedes -- that's a little _too_
       bold at this point. Also, it's so cruel of me to want to make
       everyone jealous. "We could also go to the fun center later," I
       say. "You know, I play a pretty mean game of air hockey."


At this point, we decided to make a transition to the swimming hall.


Roleplay Session 4
------------------

Emily: As we enter the swimming hall, I get a flashback from my
       elementary school times. All the girls sitting in the sauna, most
       of them shy, and some... not so.  "I haven't been here before," 
       I speak up. "Show us the way Jesse?"

       I'm carrying our bag of swimming suits and towels, and watch
       around the place. For some reason, Vivien and I have always used
       the other swimming hall of the town.

Jesse: "Well I haven't been here since I was a kid. I don't swim often,"
       I say. "But, my psychic powers tell me that there is the girls'
       change room." I point to a door with a sign on it that reads
       'GIRLS CHANGE ROOM.' "And I guess I'm over here," I look to a
       door opposite the hall where the boys change room is.

Emily: I purse my lips. "Mm, your psychic powers are strong. Very
       impressive." I say, as I dig out from my bag the plastic bag
       which your stuff is in. "So, see you in the water in a little
       while?"

Emily: As we talk, Vivien glances behind herself at us. Makes me wonder
       if she's thinking of whether we're watching her 'that way' right
       now. How could she know, poor confused girl.

Jesse: "Yes, and I bet I'll beat you to the pool first," I challenge.

Emily: I smile. "You may well win my dear, you boys are always so quick
       to take your clothes off," I tease you. "Come on Vivien, let's go
       change." I call her, and go through the door with her.

Jesse: Vivien enters the change room and immediately sees a dozen
       females, of various ages and various stages of undress. She
       notices now, whereas she hadn't paid a good deal of attention
       before, that some of the bodies have hair between their legs, or
       they have extremely large boobs, or maybe none at all. She
       compares them to herself, and also to Emily. She wonders if
       Jesse would ogle them too. She doesn't have boobs like the
       others, so why did he also say he liked to watch her?  It's all
       very confusing to her. She wants to ask you but feels it isn't
       the right time to say. Instead, she pulls her swim suit out of
       the bag and stays mostly silent. Meanwhile, I'm changing in the
       other change room. The other guys are jealously staring at my
       rock abs in the corners of their eyes. I'm quite used to that by
       now.

Emily: It's easy to notice Vivien is being quite thoughtful. Well,
       plenty of time to answer her questions later on. I find the idea
       attractive. It'll be great telling her all about how beautiful and
       sexy she is, and... somehow, it seems like a nice idea to give
       her the sex education talks too. I pick us a locker, and take our
       swimming suits out of the bag, and start taking off my clothes,
       and keep watching Vivien. Fondly, I stroke her hair a little when
       she stands there and looks thoughtful. "Wanna talk about
       something?" I ask, wearing only the pants now.

Jesse: Vivien looks around to make sure she is out of hearing range from
       others, and comments, "Well, guys -- and Jesse -- look at your
       boobs and I guess that's a normal thing for guys to do. But I
       don't have any. So why did that guy look at me that way? And why
       does Jesse look at me that way sometimes, if I don't have boobs
       like you? What makes me beautiful? I mean, why haven't my friends
       told me about guys looking at them, too?"

Emily: I sit down next to the bag and take her hand to guide her to sit
       down next to me. "Well..." I start slowly, in a quiet voice, not
       wanting everybody to hear this. "Boobs are just one thing that
       guys like about women. You have a really... nice butt, for one." I
       pause for a moment, letting that sink in. I feel all turned on
       again, saying that to her, in a public place too. "And your face
       is very beautiful. But let's talk more about it when we get home,
       okay?" I keep touching her hair.

Jesse: "Okay," she says quietly, eyes staring into nowhere. "But does
       all that mean Jesse likes you more than me? I mean, I don't know
       why it matters, but it does." Vivien looks down at her nearly
       naked body and feels woefully inadequate next to your curved
       beauty.

Emily: I feel incredibly compassionate for her as she says such a thing
       in such a sad voice. I sit closer so our legs are touching, and
       put an arm around her waist. I don't much care who is watching is
       listening anymore. "Sweetie," I whisper to her. "I think Jesse
       likes you more than she likes me. He thinks you're really
       beautiful even though you don't have curves yet. I think so too.
       Some guys like young girls like you better than grown ups like
       me. Do you believe me?" I lean my head down to see her face.

Jesse: "I believe you, I guess," Vivien answers, not entirely convinced,
       but looking forward to seeing me, and also suddenly feeling a bit
       nervous about it. She stands up and lets her shorts and underwear
       fall to the floor, her naked bottom just two short feet away from
       your face. She pulls on her white one-piece suit, and slips the
       straps over her shoulders. Pulling a wedgie from between her
       cheeks, she says, "Aren't you going to get yours on?" You were
       sitting there watching her undress and redress that you forgot
       about your own bathing suit.

Emily: I blink out of my trance. "Oh, yeah," I chuckle, and proceed to
       put on my two piece swimming suit. Although Vivien has seen my
       pussy many times, I for some reason make sure to show it to her
       also now, of course without being obvious about it. I don't have
       nearly any pubic hair, just a few blonde wisps on the top. I put
       our stuff into the locker and lock it. "Okay, let's go," I say,
       nod towards the door that apparently leads to the showers, and
       then follow her there. It turns out the shower room is just on
       the other side of the change room door, so putting on the
       swimming suits was quite unnecessary. So I proceed to take off my
       swimming suit again, in order to shower before the sauna.

Jesse: Vivien rubs her body, with the luke warm water flowing around her
       hands. She feels a little tingle as her hand casually passes
       between her legs, but feels a little embarrassed about that in
       such a public place, even if no one is around at the moment. She
       puts her head under the water, eyes closed, and wets her hair,
       and then lets the water run over her face. She parts her lips and
       collects a mouthful of water, and then turns to you with a smile,
       and playfully sends a stream of water from her mouth onto your
       chin and down your chest. Finally she can't hold it in anymore,
       and she bursts out with a snort, spraying the remaining water all
       over your face.

Emily: Her squirting water on me is strangely nice. I love it, in fact,
       and as she bursts into laughter, I do the same. As soon as I'm
       controlling my breathing again, I gather my own mouthful of
       water, and squat some to try and squirt it all over her face,
       though it's difficult as my mouth is trying hard to get a huge
       smile on it.

Jesse: Vivien giggles and splashes some water from the shower spray into
       your face in defense. Suddenly the water feels cold, and she
       shivers. Her small nipples become rigid at the temperature
       change. "Brrr," she hugs herself, "let's warm up in the sauna,"
       she says.

Emily: I close my eyes and enjoy having her splash the water on my face.
       There's something erotic about these water games with her. I
       nodnod as she suggests the sauna, and put a hand lightly behind
       her back. I grab two paper things to place under our butts in the
       sauna as I guide her into the sauna. There are not many people in
       the swimming hall, and there's nobody in the sauna at the moment.
       I climb to the highest "ladder," and sit down. Vivien sits down
       right next to me. Silence ensues for a while, as I toss water
       onto the rocks.

Jesse: Vivien breathes deeply in reflex, her body fighting with the
       thick air for oxygen. The heat makes her shiver, and her body
       becomes slippery as she begins to sweat. She leans into your
       side, her head resting on your shoulder and her hair, black from
       moisture, flows over your breasts. She sighs in contentment.

Emily: I feel really content and happy. I close my eyes, and slowly
       caress her with my hand. Her warm, slippery body feels wonderful.
       A minute passes. I extend my stroking up to her neck. I don't
       know what my goal is, but it'd please me if I were able to arouse
       her. But foremostly, I want to be nice and gentle with her. I
       rest my cheek against her hair, aware of what it'd look like were
       someone to enter the sauna, and whisper to her. "Jesse would die
       to get to do this with you."

Jesse: Vivien sighs and melts into you even more. Her nipples become
       erect again, this time from your touch. She itches inside, and
       wants them to be touched. She closes her eyes, and lets her body
       slide down even further, so that she is lying across your lap.
       She looks up at you, expressionless except for the want in her
       eyes. Then she looks at your breasts, modest and firm, and she
       wonders at that moment if you want to be touched the same way she
       does.

Emily: I give my lips a lick and bite my lower lip a little as I look
       down at her. I stroke her hair, watching down at her face. I
       notice her nipples are hard, like mine. And as I see her watching
       my breasts, and I imagine her touching them, a little moan
       escapes my lips. Small enough to maybe not be noticed by her. I
       switch to caressing her face. I realize I'm leaning forward some,
       bringing my breasts closer to her face, and I stop, wondering to
       myself what the hell I'm doing in a public sauna. But I keep
       caressing her face, unable to resist.

Jesse: Vivien feels a strong warmth inside her, not just from the heat
       of the sauna. Her body itches and burns, the way it did the other
       night. She closes her eyes, and imagines the sensations from the
       other night, when she was rubbing herself between her legs while
       you licked her neck. Before long, she realized she had begin to
       touch her pussy, and snapped her eyes open, seeing you staring at
       where her hand was. Vivien looked around, and smiled coyly.
       "Ooops," she muttered, realizing what she was doing was not
       appropriate for a public place.

Emily: It turns me on like nothing else to see her get turned on by my
       caresses and presence. 'I'm turning her on...' I think to myself.
       The thought is driving me wild, and I'd be so all over her were
       it a private place where we are. "That's alright," I whisper,
       then smile a little, "I want to touch myself too, badly. And to
       touch you, too. Maybe we should get out and into the pool to cool
       off, hm?" I smile at her weakly, hating to have to suggest that.

Jesse: "Mmmm, okay," Vivien's voice cracks. She doesn't have the
       experience to gauge how she is feeling, but if she had, she'd
       know she was feeling extremely horny. It takes all of her effort
       to sit up, peeling her skin off yours like scotch tape. She
       sighs, feeling bitter sweet, as she'd have to ignore the burning
       between her legs, but at least she'd be able to play with me in
       the pool, which she had been looking forward to for hours. She
       wipes the sweat from her forehead and cheeks, and steps off the
       bench.

Emily: Back in the showers I feel painfully aroused, watching Vivien
       wash the sweat off her glistening body. I look around, making
       sure nobody is watching, and rub my pussy for a few seconds. A
       few more seconds, and I'd come for sure. God. No can do. I put on
       my bikini instead, and when she's ready, we step out to the pool
       area.

Jesse: I am already in the pool -- of course since I had no Vivien to
       fondle while I was in the sauna -- when I see you two come into
       the pool area. Both of you have such intent expressions. If I
       didn't know any better, I'd say you were both extremely aroused.
       (Of course, I don't know any better, but it's not unreasonable to
       assume you're probably not aroused considering this is a public
       pool.) Seeing your bodies in swimming suits makes me
       involuntarily stare. And when I see that Vivien's swim suit is
       showing the outline of her pussy, I start to get hard. I smile
       and wave, and dive underneath the water, badly wishing I had
       gills so that I could swim to the bottom corner of the pool and
       masturbate.

Emily: I and Vivien both walk, then wade and then swim over to you.
       Vivien for her own reasons, and me just dying for an opportunity
       to express my unbearable arousal. As you surface, Vivien splashes
       water on you right away, giggling. It doesn't look like I'm going
       to get an opportunity to talk or do anything else in private with
       you for now, so I smirk, feeling kind of annoyed at the
       circumstances, and join the splashing.

Jesse: "You want to start a war, eh?" I laugh, and splash back. Except
       my hands are bigger and stronger, and I cause large wave of water
       to cover Vivien and collapse on her. I dive underneath the water,
       and swim underneath her. I grab her waist and surface, throwing
       her part way into the air, and when she lands she sinks
       underwater with a squeal. I turn my attention to you, ready to
       splash and fight, but I see the expression on your face, so
       steady and unamused, and I decide not to. "Are you all right?" I
       ask.

Emily: I glide closer to you, and speak quickly, knowing I have but a
       bit of time before Vivien is upon us again. "Vivien was _so_ sexy
       in the sauna," I say, with the seriousness of my expression
       making my words convincing. I want badly to grab your hand and
       yank it between my legs. "_SO_ sexy," I almost growl at you, my
       face inches from yours. As I notice Vivien again approaching, I
       turn away from her for a moment to wipe my crazy expression.

Jesse: I'm a bit taken aback by what you said. What exactly happened in
       the sauna? My mind races with possibilities, and those thoughts
       make me all the more aroused. Vivien looks so unbelievably
       beautiful and sexy in her white swimsuit, splashing about in the
       water, that I feel like bursting into tears that I can't hold her
       at that moment. I look at you again, and with my eyes tell you "I
       want more, later." I paste a smile on my face, and swim back to
       Vivien. I tread close to her, our bodies nearly touching, faces
       inches apart. I want to kiss her. I want to hold her. I want to
       touch her in all the places she shouldn't be openly touched.
       Instead, I stupidly suggest we swim some laps around the pool, if
       she thinks she can keep up. Suddenly she leaps on me, wrapping
       her legs around my waist, arms around my neck, and she shouts,
       "Oh I can keep up all right! But I get a head start!" Then she
       kicks off my chest, pushing me back while she goes away from me,
       swimming franticly. Some day soon she will realize the effect she
       has on me.

Emily: I'm calming down. Swimming pool with all the noise and the cool
       water is not the most romantic place, and against my will,
       watching Vivien makes me smile. In contrast to her erotic
       presence just a few moments ago, she now is completely an innocent
       child again, and I find myself smiling softly. I swim after you
       two, but don't try to win the race. I know how Vivien has looked
       forward to playing with you here, and I don't want to be an
       unnecessary, horny third wheel in that game. After a moment, I
       turn around to float on my back.

Jesse: We spend over an hour swimming around, playing games, splashing
       and laughing. Vivien is obviously having a real blast, and in
       spite of my being a little worked up over her unbelievable
       sexiness, so am I. You're holding Vivien under her arms,
       playfully swinging her in circles around the water, while she
       giggles and screams in delight. I swim over to "rescue" her, and
       suddenly she hooks around my back with her foot, pulling me in
       and wrapping her legs around me. Now you're pulling on her, and
       she is trying to pull the opposite way with her legs, using me as
       a post. I wrap my hands around Vivien's waist and pull back.
       Suddenly things have turned into a tug-of-war, using Vivien as a
       rope. We thrash this way and that, while Vivien squeals, clearly
       loving being the center of attention. Unfortunately, it seems
       that having our crotches meshed together while squirming about
       has given me an involuntary reaction, and my erection begins to
       push into her. She looks at me wide-eyed for a moment, squeezes
       me tighter around my waist, and continues to giggle and scream
       from the game, as if nothing is different. Her reaction only
       heightens mine, and soon the bulge in my bathing suit pushes and
       rubs quite obscenely against her pussy. And yet Vivien barely
       skipped a beat. I wonder if you notice anything at all.

Emily: At first I notice nothing, and keep tugging and laughing. Like
       you, I'm highly enjoying this, and the slight arousal that keeps
       lingering in my body is only pleasant, since I'm confident that
       if not tonight, then in near future I'm going to get to do
       everything I've ever wanted with Vivien. Eventually I notice
       you're moving in a slightly strange way, and start wondering, but
       since I can't see anything... I can only make guesses. The idea
       is sexy though, and I make sure to keep up the game as it is,
       especially since Vivien seems to really like it. I look at you in
       the eyes, raising my eyebrows, wanting to find out if something
       is indeed going on.

Jesse: I see your questioning eyes, and in answer, I point with mine to
       the intersection of mine and Vivien's genitals, and widen my
       eyes, smiling a bit. Vivien's lock around my waist have changed
       from playful hold to total death grip. Is she getting off on
       this, I wonder? Surely she must be, else why would she so boldly
       and with control push herself into me that way. Either way, I'm
       not complaining, except that I'm disappointed in advance knowing
       that nothing will be able to come of this beyond this game. At
       least, not at this moment.

Emily: In a reply, I look at the same spot where you looked, and raise
       my eyebrows again, now expressing surprise, and smile. I watch
       Vivien and you more carefully, and can see how tight her grip is.
       I imagine how she's feeling, with your cock pressed right against
       her pussy. I feel excited, and also jealous. As Vivien's moving
       starts looking less and less like a game and more and more like
       humping, I start to worry about people noticing this "game" of
       ours.

Jesse: It occurs to me that Vivien is completely aware of what she's
       doing. She feels my erection, and she's purposefully getting off
       on it. It may be under water and out of sight, but I fear a
       casual observer might be able to sense something else is going
       on. I also realize there's no point in holding any false
       pretenses with Vivien about what's happening. I slide my hands
       along her legs and across her spine to her upper back, getting a
       fairly good handful of her ass along the way, and I scoop her up
       from your grip, so that our chests are together, faces close. She
       pushes herself into my groin yet again even harder, and the smile
       has all but vanished from her face. I'm going to die. I lean my
       head in and whisper in her ear, looking around to see if anyone
       is watching -- no one seems to be -- and I whisper in her ear,
       "Look, you have to let go of me. I don't want you do -- God, do I
       not want you to -- but you have to. Okay?" Vivien sighs, and then
       smiles slightly and nods, releasing her lock from my waist. I see
       a blurry hand underneath the water rub her crotch hard a few
       times, and then she swims over to you.

Emily: I've been intently watching, and see her rub her pussy quickly. I
       remember myself in the shower an hour ago, and feels sympathy. I
       turn up my nose playfully at her. "Sucks having to stop, doesn't
       it?" I say to her quietly, and continue immediately. "I know it
       does." I watch her face and want to say a great many other things
       to her at that moment. I'm starting to get a feeling this is
       going to get out of hand soon, with all of us way too horny, and
       Vivien beginning to get so bold.

Jesse: "It looks like all of us are turning into walking prunes," I say.
       "Maybe it's time we thought about getting out, hmmm?" I look at
       Vivien and smile slightly. I begin contemplating jerking off in
       the washroom or something, or else I'll not be able to keep my
       cool for much longer. I feel the tangles and knots in my stomach
       of extreme arousal and an extreme crush, and those things spell
       danger to me. But I've now completely fallen for Vivien, and
       there's no turning back. There's only hoping things end up okay.

Emily: I nod at you, and suddenly an urge to laugh sweeps over me, and I
       laugh. You look at me strangely, and I shrug helplessly. It feels
       like it's already been a long day, and obviously my capacity to
       take sexual teasing is filling up. As Vivien nods and goes "I
       guess," I put an arm around her shoulders and guide her towards
       the shower room before further incidents get to happen. "Take
       your time, Jesse. It may take us a little while too." I say to
       you, and give you a weak smile. If Vivien comes on to me again, I
       don't know what I'll do.

Jesse: I take a deep breath and clear my mind, letting my erection
       subside before I get out of the water. When I do get out, I head
       directly to the washroom to take care of business, and it's not
       difficult to imagine what will be racing through my mind. Vivien
       walks along side you to the shower, staying snugly against your
       side. "I feel funny," she confesses.

Emily: "So do I, baby," I sigh out, arm around around her shoulders.
       "Look, let's just shower quickly and go dress up then, m'kay? We
       can do all the fun stuff when we get home." A girl walks by us
       and gives us a curious look - and she's not the first one today
       I'm sure - but I'm not too concerned about that.


Prologue
--------

The chat below is in reference to a moment from Everwood's episode
"We Hold These Truths."  As you can see, it quickly progressed into
a bit of fantasy, and formed the basis for a world of roleplay.


Emily: I think at 21:08 when Vivien stands there looking at him she's
       thinking of something interesting.

Jesse: I think if it were me lying down, she'd be having pretty naughty
       thoughts.

Emily: She'd be wondering if it's possible to get you hard while you're
       asleep.

Jesse: Or maybe more simply, she'll wonder if she can touch or look at
       my thing without me waking up.

Emily: That too. And you'd guess that, and remain tightly
       sleeping-looking.

Jesse: Yep, and I'd respond in all the interesting ways to keep her
       playing with me.

Emily: And she'd first be pretty loud trying to wake up you to make sure
       that won't happen.

Jesse: Then she'll try pushing against my chest and patting my hand to
       make me wake up.

Emily: And softly blowing on your face. Her breath smells sweet, and her
       hair tickles you.

Jesse: Her hair smells perfumy, and pretty and feels soft.

Emily: And you'd just make a sleeping sound and move a little in your
       "sleep," to convince her you're really tightly asleep.

       First she'd pull up your shirt a little, cautiously, and feel all
       funny in her stomach when your six pack is revealed, and the hair
       extending from your crotch to your lower tummy.

       In fact you look just like a guy in Calvin Klein ad. I saw many
       amazing stomachs :)

Jesse: CK really wanted me to model for them but I told them no, since
       they wouldn't let me pose with all the LGs I'd wanted.

[LG, a short for Little Girl, is a term we use to refer to preteen girls.]

Emily: Whereas the tender and soft litheness of a LG is attractive to
       us, the strong slimness of a guy's waist is very fascinating to
       Vivien, especially so since she's so new to such things.

       Because not only is this new to her, you're a real guy, and a hot
       one at that. And she likes you a lot, you're always so much fun.

Jesse: I'm wearing draw string pants, cotton stuffs you sleep in, since
       I am sleeping after all.

Emily: So she's standing next to you, and not sure what to do next. Your
       hand is hanging a bit outside of the couch, and touching her leg
       a little. She's wearing soft pants, and you feel the warmth of
       her leg through them.

       And if you moved your hand just a few inches, you could touch her
       pussy, but you can't quite do that, since you're sleeping.

       So she watches you all over, and, not much unlike us focusing on
       certain bits of LGs, she watches your crotch and imagines what it
       really looks like in real life, that thing that is causing the
       bump in your pants. It's a tad too wild idea to even think about
       for her to actually go and see.

       Regardless, after she's been standing there for a while and
       getting more and more tingly in her panties, she slips a few
       fingers under the stretchy waist of your pants. "Whoa!" she goes
       in her mind, feeling the warm, live human against top of a few of
       her small fingers.

Jesse: It's so easy for me to hear that "Whoa" from Vivien.

Emily: She moves her hand towards the middle of your lower stomach,
       across the line of hair below your belly button, her heart 
       quite beating. She quickly glances at your face to make sure 
       you're still asleep, and then digs her fingers a little deeper 
       into your pants. But she can only push it like for an inch.

       She squeezes her legs together and rubs them a little. If she had
       the words for it, she'd know she's feeling all horny and turned
       on.

Jesse: Do I realize this? Or am I still too oblivious with my eyes being
       closed?

Emily: Then she pulls back, a bit frightened of what she did - what if
       you had waken up! - and goes away.

       I think you quite realize everything. You're left wondering what
       would have happened had you reacted somehow.

Jesse: Damnit. I didn't react and now she's gone. I'm an idiot.

Emily: Would it have scared her, or encouraged her? Likely there will be
       other occasions to see.

       Since you'll be staying around for a while, and she's very taken
       by you, and always wants to be with you everybody go somewhere
       together...

       She doesn't realize it, but your youthful manliness really
       attracts her, and it's not perfectly innocent feeling she gets
       when you two wrestle, and she pins you under herself and sits on
       your stomach.

       And she's fascinated by the feel of your body, and doesn't hide
       it. Once it was a hot day, and you were without a shirt, and you
       wrestled, and when she had you pinned again, she ran her hand
       softly across your chest muscles and your strong elbows, and her
       mouth was a little apart and she had this funny feeling on her
       face, and she said something like "You feel so neat..." in that
       husky voice of hers.

Jesse: Wow. :) What did I do?

Emily: Of course she didn't realize it's sexual. I'm not sure what you
       did, I wasn't seeing. This is only what she told me, her trusted
       female friend Emily, and the narrator of this story :)

Jesse: Oh, I see. I hope she didn't leave out any details. :)

Emily: I've not been prying details from her. She'll come around to
       figuring things out on her own in time. I'm just giving her the
       little nudges into the right direction. But I'd love to hear what
       you did.

Emily: She often tells things quite randomly, so they don't necessarily
       make much sense, or hold exactly to the truth.

Jesse: Well, it's nice to hear she got a little aroused, even if she
       didn't quite understand why, but I have to admit that wasn't a
       complete accident ...

       Sometimes when we wrestle, or when I tickle her, I might quickly
       and lightly touch her between her legs, or on her bottom. Usually
       she's wildly thrashing about and I can touch her that way and it
       seems like it's all part of the game ...

Emily: Yeah, she's never mentioned you touching her in a funny way.
       She's surprisingly innocent that way.

Jesse: And this one time, when she had pinned me down and straddled me
       hips, I was pretty hard, and my larger-than-normal bulge in my
       pants was pressed pretty tightly against her crotch. If I didn't
       know better that it was just my imagination, I'd swear that she
       was pressing against me there just a little harder than gravity
       would have allowed.

Emily: We sleep in the same bed, me and her, as you recall, and when
       we're going to sleep, she usually tells me everything about her
       day. It's lovely chatting with her that way, and a really good
       time to tell someone all your secrets and feelings.

Jesse: What else has she confessed to you?

Emily: Well once when you were in shower, she walked into the room and
       saw your backside, did you know that?

Jesse: Was that last Tuesday? I thought I heard something at the door
       but when I turned around, I couldn't see anything. Then again, it
       was awfully steamy in the room, she could have hid and I'd not
       have seen her.

Emily: Yeah, it was probably that time. She left the room quite quickly,
       but not without getting a good eyeful of you first. So she told
       me about that that night. She remarked that your legs were hairy,
       and that mine aren't, and we got into talking about differences
       between men and women...

       She knows men have a penis, but I don't think she's ever even
       seen a picture of one. She commented that she would have wanted
       to stay and watch you more, but she knew she shouldn't.

Jesse: Maybe you can hint to her that that'd not be such a bad thing.

Emily: I think she's uppity enough to do that anyway some time soon.
       She's talked about you almost every day since you moved in.

Jesse: Aw, that's so sweet to hear. I'm quite taken by her too. And I'm
       a bit jealous of _you_ getting to sleep with her and be her
       confident.

Emily: Oh, well, I can't say I mind doing that. She sleeps in a silk
       night gown with nothing under it. It's very nice. She likes me
       petting her hair a long time when she's going to sleep. Often I 
       even masturbate next to her, and she's all used to it and thinks
       nothing of it, even if I want to snuggle into her while doing
       that. I'm not sure if she connects that to the naughty things.

Jesse: Some day I'll get to do that too.

Emily: Why don't you come over some time, read her the bed time story
       for a change? She loves them.


Fin.

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