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Carrie's Seduction (FF)
by Randi Reynolds 
 
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	  "Do you have your sunblock, Carrie?" asked her 
mom.  She worried about Carrie's fair skin, and Carrie's 
new, first time two-piece swimsuit was an invitation to 
solar disaster.  But she sure looks cute, she said to 
herself, as ten-year-old Carrie promptly displayed the 
bottle of sunblock.   
 
	  "Lisa, make sure Carrie uses it.  And don't let 
her stay in the sun without it.  Okay, towels, cooler, 
beach blanket...do you have every thing?" 
 
	  "Yes, ma'am."  Lisa, Carrie's favorite baby-
sitter, nodded solemnly and shut the hatch on the 
Suburban.  Lisa had been planning this beach trip for a 
long time, and had carefully thought ahead.  

	"Well, shall we, then?"  said Carrie's mom with a 
bright smile.  The two girls scrambled into the cab of 
the truck amid laughter and excited whispers.  This was 
their first trip to the beach together, without an adult 
in tow, and they were duly excited.   
 
	Carrie's mom was a bit nervous, but she trusted 
Lisa, who was mature beyond her sixteen years.  Lisa was 
right, she thought.  I can use a Saturday by myself, and 
Carrie really does love the beach. Glancing at the two 
girls beside her, hand in hand with their faces pressed 
to the window, she dismissed her lingering doubts as so 
much maternal instinct.  "Green is your color, Carrie," 
she said to her daughter, finally shaking her motherly 
paranoia.  "Do you like her new swim suit as much as she 
does, Lisa?"   
 
	  Lisa glanced at Carrie's lithe form next to her.  
Under her wrap, Carrie's small body was clad in a demure 
green two-piece.  The bra fitted closely across Carrie's 
chest, the thin lycra hinting at the soft curves that it 
concealed.  The suit bottom clung to the tops of 
Carrie's thighs, and the waistband circled her torso 
five centimeters below her navel.  The crotch billowed 
softly, suggesting only a soft outline of Carrie's mons 
hidden beneath it.   
 
	  "Yes, ma'am," came the careful reply.  "I think 
this two-piece is perfect for her."  Lisa had bought it 
for Carrie, her ulterior motives delicately hidden under 
the shy smile that accompanied the gift when Lisa 
presented it to Carrie as a token of friendship.  "She 
is so pretty. I think she was born to wear green."  Lisa 
hugged Carrie, reaching across her shoulders with her 
left hand and sliding her right hand beneath Carrie's 
wrap to briefly caress Carrie's mons through her swim 
suit, then quickly moving it upwards to tickle Carrie's 
nearly oval tummy.  Carrie, ticklish to the end, but 
enjoying the physical attention from her friend, giggled 
happily and leaned across the big bench seat to wrap her 
arms around her mom's waist.  "It's the best swimsuit 
I've ever had."   
 
	* * * 
 
	  Lisa contemplated her plans during the rest of the 
trip to thebeach.  Being a normal sixteen year old girl, 
she was naturallycurious about her own sexuality, and 
had experimented with sex with the neighborhood boys 
since she was Carrie's age.  But the erotic  excitement 
she felt every time she made it with a boy had 
plateaued, and she couldn't recapture the tingly 
excitement that she had first felt all those years 
before.  But Carrie had changed that.  Not concerned 
about labels like "lesbian" or "dyke", she was only 
mildly surprised that this little girl next to her in 
the truck had rekindled those early sexual fires.  Just 
looking at her sitting next to her made her vagina 
tingle and her nipples harden.
 
	  Closing her eyes and crossing her legs tightly, 
she remembered back to the first time she baby-sitted 
Carrie, and the first time she ever touched her.  Lisa 
was getting Carrie ready for bed, helping Carrie out of 
her jumper and into her cute little-girl nightie.  Both 
girls were on Carrie's bed, with Lisa sitting behind a 
kneeling Carrie.  Lisa had pulled the bottoms of 
Carrie's nightie up over her not-quite non-existent 
hips, and had reached around her young friend to turn 
her to face her. The tips of her fingers had momentarily 
brushed Carrie's mons, and then lingered there.  Lisa 
could see the outline of Carrie's pudenda against the 
silk cloth at her crotch, and could feel the swell of 
Carrie's labia against her finger tips.   
 
	  As she slid her hand up across Carrie's stomach to 
reach for the tie strings of the nightie's top, she felt 
a familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach.  She had 
felt this the first time a boy had slid his fingers 
under the waistband of her panties and gently rubbed her 
then ten-year-old mons.  
 
	  Surprised, but excited, Lisa took her time tying 
the strings of the top.  She enjoyed the feel of 
Carrie's nipples through the silk of the nightie's top 
as she pretended to drop the strings and then slid her 
hands across Carrie's chest in several vain attempts to 
retrieve the ties.  With each stolen caress, Lisa's 
excitement grew.  This is what she wanted to recapture, 
this breathless, tingly feeling washing up from her 
vagina and rippling through her body to the tips of her 
nipples.
	   
	  Lisa was startled out of her reverie as Carrie's 
mother hit the speed bumps in the parking lot at the 
beach.  She shuddered slightly, and smiled at the damp 
feeling between her legs.  Feeling her shiver, Carrie 
said, "Are you cold, Lisa?  It's a really warm day...?"  
Recovering her composure, Lisa laughed and said no, she 
was just thinking about how much fun they were going to 
have together today.  As Carrie's mother paid the lot 
attendant, Lisa put her hand on Carrie's thigh, snugging 
the edge of her hand up against Carrie's mons, her 
little finger nestled between Carrie's labia.  She 
rested it there, concentrating on the tingle rising from 
her own crotch until Carrie's mother was finished with 
the attendant.  As Carrie's mom put the Suburban into 
gear and moved forward, Lisa briefly cupped Carrie's 
pudenda in her palm, then slid it up her pelvis to her 
bare tummy and tickled her.  Oblivious to the intimate 
caress, Carrie squealed with delight at Lisa's light-
fingered touch on her stomach.  
 
	  Carrie's mother drove to the beach side of the 
parking lot and parked the Suburban. "Okay, 
girls...let's unload."  Both girls clambered out of the 
cab of the truck and ran to the rear.  Carrie's mother 
opened the rear hatch and climbed into the cargo 
compartment to retrieve their beach gear.  In a few 
minutes the girls were ready to hit the beach.  "Now 
Lisa, you don't have to baby-sit Carrie tonight if you 
have other plans.  This is nice of you to watch Carrie 
for me today, and I can always get Alyx or Janine to 
watch Carrie tonight...."  
 
	  "Oh, mommy, please can it be Lisa?  Please?  Alyx 
makes me watch her stupid TV shows, and Janine is always 
too busy with homework to play with me!"  Lisa smiled 
inwardly; she had figured she'd have to volunteer her 
services as baby-sitter this evening in order to 
consummate her seduction of Carrie.
	   
	  "Well, it's up to Lisa.  If she wants to, then 
it's all right with me...Lisa?"  Lisa glanced quickly at 
the pleading expression on Carrie's angelic little face, 
and nodded her assent.  "Okay, then.  I'll pick you 
girls up at five o'clock sharp right here.  Be good and 
have fun."  Carrie's mom climbed back into the Suburban 
and waved at the two children as she turned the truck 
around and headed back out towards the highway. 
 
	  The two girls turned and headed towards the sound 
of surf and the beach.  As soon as they reached the 
sand, Carrie dropped her gear and made a headlong dash 
for the waveline.  Lisa laughed and recovered Carrie's 
abandoned beach bag.  Needing a little privacy for stage 
one of her seduction, she walked across the sand towards 
a small spit of land.  The spit was partially screened 
from the rest of the beach by some scree and some gently 
rolling dunes in the backbeach.  Perfect, she thought.  
If we are both lying down, nobody can see us, yet I can 
see over the rocks and the berm when I want to.   
 
	  Lisa spread both towels out in a hollow between 
two rocks, and set up the beach umbrella to screen them 
from the sight of anybody moving along the path at the 
top of the backbeach.  Lisa felt the tingle beginning 
again, and softly caressed herself through her swimsuit.  
After a few minutes of self-indulgent touching, she 
pulled herself together with a firm, "Later!" and went 
back to the public area to find Carrie.  But first, she 
stepped down to the waterline and submerged herself to 
her breasts.  She climbed out, knowing that the damp 
spot on her crotch was now effectively unnoticeable. 
 
	  As soon as Carrie spotted Lisa, she came running 
out of the water.  God, she is so pretty, thought Lisa, 
as the child ran across the sand.  Carrie gave Lisa a 
wet hug, and Lisa allowed her hand to slide down 
Carrie's back to the curve of her little bottom, and 
then briefly trailed her finger in the crack between the 
cheeks of her tight little derriere.  "Okay, young lady, 
remember the sunblock.  Come on, the stuff's over 
there."   
 
	  "Piggy back!"  Without waiting for an answer, 
Carrie leaped onto Lisa's back, flinging her arms around 
Lisa's neck and wrapping her legs around Lisa's waist.   
 
	  "Hey, you're choking me!" laughed Lisa.  "Here, 
put them under my arms and around my chest.  There.  
That's better."  Lisa held Carrie's knees in the crook 
of her elbows, and began to walk towards where she'd 
left their gear.  As they moved, the heel of Carrie's 
left foot pounded rhythmically against Lisa's pudenda 
with every step she took.  Ohh, that feels good, she 
said to her self.  It was only about fifty yards to 
their spot in the rocks, but by the time they got there, 
Lisa was becoming thoroughly aroused.  But wait, she 
told herself, wait just a little while longer. 
 
	  "Okay, young lady, it is sunblock time."  Lisa 
poured a generous dab of sunblock into her hands.  With 
a fiendish grin at her little friend, she slowly rubbed 
the sunblock into her palms, and said, "I hope you are 
not ticklish!"  Lisa giggled, then feigned terror, 
swinging her hands to cover her eyes.  "Now, don't 
worry, Carrie, I'll be gentle."  
 
	  "Oh, I know you will.  It's okay.  Here, I'm 
ready."  With that, Carrie presented herself in front of 
Lisa, arms out and legs spread.  A bit startled, Lisa 
was momentarily at a loss.  Need to get her to lie down 
out of sight, she thought, 'cause this won't work.  Lisa 
quickly sat down on one of the towels, and said, "Hey, 
sweetheart, I'm tired from carrying you.  Would you lie 
down on your towel, so I don't have to stand up?"  The 
little girl nodded cheerfully, and joined her friend on 
the towel.  "Which side first, Carrie?  Front or back?" 
 
	  Without replying, Carrie lay down on her stomach 
and closed her eyes.  "Okay, back it is.  Now be still."  
&gt;From her sitting position next to the little girl, Lisa 
leaned across her body and gently spread Carrie's legs 
far enough apart to reveal the crotch panel of Carrie's 
swimsuit bottom.  Lisa was slightly disappointed that 
the bottoms had slipped down too far to delineate her 
vulva, but she decided she could rearrange the swimsuit 
later.  She wanted Carrie's suit to be fairly tight 
against Carrie's mons when she was ready to move to 
stage two of her planned seduction.  She knew how 
excited her own panties made her when she wore a size 
too small, and she figured Carrie would appreciate the 
same sensations without being too suspicious.  Moving to 
a kneeling position between Carrie's legs, she said, 
"All right, it might be a little cold at first, but 
it'll warm up."   
 
	  Hardly able to control herself, Lisa started with 
Carrie's small feet.  Bending each leg at the knee to 
bring Carrie's feet to chest level on either side of 
her, Lisa massaged the sunblock into the soles of 
Carrie's feet.  Lisa kept her eyes planted on Carrie's 
crotch as she slowly rubbed her feet.  Need to rearrange 
that suit bottom, and soon, Lisa said to herself.  She 
added sunblock to her hands, and slid her hands up to 
Carrie's calves.  Alternately squeezing the little 
girl's legs and gliding her finger tips along them, Lisa 
gently massaged the sunblock into Carrie's fair skin.   
 
	  Lisa continued to eye Carrie's crotch, tantalized 
by the thought of what lay concealed behind the slightly 
billowing material.  With a quick inspiration, Lisa 
stopped her ministrations, which had reached the little 
girl's lower thighs, and said, "Honey, can you reach the 
cooler?  I need a little water."   
 
	  Carrie levered herself up on one arm and reached 
into the cooler for a bottle of water.  "Here, I'll open 
it for you."  Carrie quickly twisted the cap off and 
reached behind her to hand it to Lisa.  Lisa took a 
quick drink and then exclaimed, "Hey watch it, it 
slipped!".  She dropped the bottle precisely between 
Carrie's thighs about six centimeters from her crotch, 
and was rewarded with a squeal from Carrie as the ice 
cold water spouted out of the bottle and across Carrie's 
back.  
 
	  "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart.  Here, let me dry 
you off."  Before Carrie could roll away, Lisa had a 
towel and was blotting the water off Carrie's back.  As 
she toweled her back, Lisa used the towel to catch the 
waistband of the swimsuit, carrying the suit much higher 
up the little girl's hips. 
 
	  "Ooo, get my front too, Lisa.  It's cold!"  Carrie 
pushed herself to her knees, and Lisa obligingly toweled 
Carrie's tummy, making certain to catch the waistband of 
Carrie's suit bottoms with the towel.  When Carrie 
finally relaxed and was prone again, Lisa evaluated the 
results of her little subterfuge.  She was delighted to 
see that the crotch panel of the suit was now pressed 
tightly against Carrie's pudenda.  Carrie's labia gently 
swelled against the material, their soft curves revealed 
to Lisa's eager eyes. 
 
	  Lisa reluctantly took her eyes off her little 
friend's semi-exposed vulva, and glanced over the rocks 
and dunes at the rest of the beach.  The coast is clear, 
she thought, and realized exactly where that hackneyed 
phrase originated.  She wanted no interruptions for the 
next step in her plan.  Returning to a cross-legged 
position between Carrie's legs, she gently lifted the 
little girl's knees onto her own.  Carrie was face down 
in front of her, her hips and thighs raised slightly off 
the towel.  Lisa was rewarded with the sight of Carrie's 
entire pubis, her vulva straining against the green 
crotch panel, the material sagging slightly into the 
narrow valley between her labia, the soft round humps of 
her cute little bottom stretching the suit's material.   
 
	  Okay, here we go, Lisa, she said to herself.  We 
want to excite her without scaring her.  Got to be 
careful.  Gently, Lisa placed her hands around the back 
of Carrie's left thigh, the index finger of her right 
hand just millimeters from the gentle curves of Carrie's 
labia.  Lisa massaged the sunblock into Carrie's thigh 
for nearly a minute.  Just a few more seconds, and then 
I'll do it.  Taking a deep breath and holding it, Lisa 
slowly, and ever so gently, brought the back of her 
right index finger into contact with the material 
stretched across Carrie's labia.  Curling her finger 
slightly, Lisa applied a gentle pressure to her knuckle 
and continued massaging Carrie's thigh.  Her knuckle 
stroked against Carrie's vulva, as Carrie continued to 
lay motionless under Lisa's hands.  Lisa was nearly 
beside herself, but anxiously watched her young friend's 
face for a reaction.  Carrie remained oblivious to 
Lisa's gentle finger. 
 
	  Hmm, she must be used to it, Lisa mused.  It must 
be all those quick touches I stole since that first 
night in her bedroom.  She probably doesn't feel 
threatened by it, because I've touched her there before 
without really penetrating her.  Reassured, Lisa 
carefully switched legs, gently substituting her left 
index finger for the right.  Lisa brought her right 
finger to her mouth and slowly tasted it.  There was a 
faint saltiness, and she detected the merest hint of 
Carrie's little-girl musk.  Lisa finished applying the 
sunblock to Carrie's legs, rolling over the prone little 
girl, coming to a kneeling position at her side.   
 
	  "Okay, let's do your arms now, honey."  Lisa 
raised the little girl's arms one at a time, and coated 
them thoroughly with the sunblock.  Lisa was still 
mesmerized by the sensations in her fingers as they'd 
slowly traveled up and down the crotch of Carrie's swim 
suit, the gentle swells of Carrie's vulva and the curves 
of her labia gliding by underneath her touch.   
 
	  Carrie's plaintive "Isn't that enough on my arms, 
Lisa?" brought Lisa back to earth.   
 
	  "Right.  Sorry, I was lost in thought.  Let's get 
your back."   
 
	  "I'll bet you were thinking about boys," Carrie 
said mischievously.  "Were you thinking about your 
boyfriend?"  
 
	  "No, I was not thinking about my boyfriend.  
Actually, I was thinking about a girl."   
 
	  "Who?" 
 
	  "Oh, somebody you might know.  I'll tell you who 
later.  Okay, little nosy one?" 
 
	  Carrie nodded and laid her head back down on the 
towel.  Lisa noticed that Carrie's legs were still 
spread, and continued with her gentle seduction.  Lisa 
dribbled sunblock onto Carrie's back, drawing a thin 
line down the length of her spine.  With her left hand 
she began to gently massage the skin between Carrie's 
shoulder blades.  Carrie squirmed as the cool sunblock 
touched her skin.  Lisa boldly cupped Carries bottom 
with her right hand, the middle finger searching for and 
finding her labia and gently, briefly, pressing between 
them.  "Hold still, so I can spread this stuff evenly," 
she said to distract Carrie as she slid her finger along 
the length of her vulva.  As she removed her hand from 
Carrie's crotch, she gave her a light slap on her bottom 
and said, "There, we're almost done.  Good girl.  Now, 
roll over and I'll do your front."  
 
	  Carrie quickly rolled over on to her back, and 
Lisa returned to her position between the little girl's 
legs.  Lisa reached behind her and quickly applied the 
sunblock to Carrie's feet and legs.  Deciding that she 
may be giving too much attention to Carrie's vulva, she 
completed applying the sunblock to Carrie's legs without 
coming near her genitalia.  She treated herself to a 
long, lingering look at Carrie's deliciously displayed 
pudenda, clearly outlined against the thin lycra of 
Carrie's suit bottom.  Time to go upstairs, Lisa told 
herself, anticipating with pleasure the next phase of 
her plan.  
 
	  "You know, Carrie, there's one thing about two-
piece swimsuits.  They make really noticeable tanlines.  
That's why I don't wear them.  But if you want to avoid 
them, you just need to take your top off for a little 
each day, so that you tan evenly all over."

	"Take my top off?  Now...in public?" The little girl 
was obviously very reluctant to do so, and in all 
honesty, Lisa couldn't blame her.  "What if somebody 
sees me, Lisa?   and tells my mom?   I'll get a spanking 
for sure...."  How do I reassure her?   pondered Lisa, 
and decided to rely on Carrie's instinctive innocence.   
 
	  "Well, here, if you lie down, nobody can see you 
but me.  I'll take your top off while you are lying 
down, and you can slip it back on whenever you want to."  
Lisa watched the little girl gather her confidence, and 
sighed with delight as Carrie gave in to her gentle 
urging.  Lying back with hands crossed under her head, 
Carrie nodded once, but looked decidedly apprehensive. 
 
	  Lisa quickly straddled the little girl's torso, 
her mons resting just a few centimeters above Carrie's.  
"It's okay, sweetheart, really.  Just relax."  
Reassured, but still a little tense, Carrie closed her 
eyes and waited for Lisa to begin. 
 
	  Sensing Carrie's tenseness, she marshaled her 
self-control and resisted the impulse to immediately 
remove Carrie's swimsuit top.  Gotta go real slow here, 
she counseled herself.  Lisa poured sunblock into her 
hands and rubbed them together.  Realizing that Carrie 
probably wouldn't notice, Lisa slid the crotch of her 
suit to the side and lowered her exposed vulva gently 
against Carrie's crotch.  The touch of her bare labia 
against the little girl's swimsuit-clad mons sent a 
major wave gushing through Lisa's body.  It started at 
her clitoris, and washed all the way through her to her 
breasts.  Oh, I'm in heaven, thought Lisa, as she felt 
her nipples come erect against her swimsuit.  Tweaking 
each one quickly, and shivering at the sensation, she 
began to rub the sunblock onto Carrie's bare tummy.  
 
	  Lisa spread the sunblock quickly, massaging it 
gently into the little girl's tummy.  She lingered over 
Carrie's little navel, rimming it softly with the tip of 
her thumb, reminded of another small opening in Carrie's 
anatomy that her fingers had flirted with only a few 
minutes before.   
 
	  "Ooooo, that tickles a little, Lisa."  Carrie's 
body spasmed involuntarily as Lisa's fingers probed her 
navel, and Lisa gasped with surprise and pleasure as 
Carrie arched her back, forcing her pelvis up against 
Lisa's.  Carrie's mons softly thrust against hers, 
sending a ripple of pure pleasure through Lisa's body. 
 
	  Oh boy, I don't know if I can stay in control, 
Lisa pondered, after the electric tingles stopped 
coursing through her body.  Time to take my mind of my 
crotch, and get back to business, she told herself 
firmly.  I'm trying to seduce her, not vice versa! 
 
	  "Carrie, honey, I'm going to take your top off, 
now.  Is that okay with you?"  Carrie opened her eyes, 
and nodded her head slowly. 
 
	  "Are you sure it's okay?"   
 
	  "Are we alone, Lisa?"  
 
	  "Yes, Carrie.  Ready?"  
 
	  "Okay." 
 
	  Leaning forward, Lisa quickly unsnapped the front 
closure of the top.  She'd hit three stores in the mall 
before she'd found a two piece suit in green with a 
front closure on the top.  She congratulated herself on 
her patience as she pushed the now-separated cups to 
each side, revealing the softly swelling mounds they'd 
been concealing.  "Now, since you want to tan there, we 
shouldn't use sunblock.  Hang on while I get some baby 
oil."  Lisa leaned to the side and retrieved a small 
bottle out of her beach bag.  As she leaned over, she 
felt her very wet vagina relax, and her labia part to 
partially admit the tip of Carrie's pubis into her 
vagina.  Oh, I can't stand much more of this, she 
thought in panic, as her clitoris came into contact with 
the little girl's pudenda.  Carry quickly slid herself 
free of Carrie, but not before sliding down the length 
of Carrie's pubis, letting the lycra crotch panel of 
Carrie's swimsuit tease her clitoris.  
 
	  Lisa reached down to her crotch, resisting the 
impulse to plunge her fingers deep into her vagina, and 
adjusted the crotch of her swim suit to cover herself.  
Turning to Carrie, she said softly, "I'm going to have 
to really rub this in, so if I tickle you, I'm sorry.  
I'll try not to." 
 
	  Starting at the base of her little-girl breasts, 
Lisa coated them with the baby oil.  She caressed them 
slowly, savoring their resilience, measuring their size 
with spread fingers.  Carrie's breasts were the size of 
small limes, little more than minimal convexities on the 
planar surface of her chest, but to Lisa, they were the 
softest, roundest, most deliciously curved objects she'd 
ever felt.  And her nipples!  Lisa took each nipple and 
rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers.  Over 
and over she gently tugged and pulled them, her oil-
slick fingers sliding off them, only to recapture them 
and gently pinch them again and again.  Very quickly, 
Carrie's nipples came erect, and Lisa thrilled to their 
stiffness as she gently caressed them with her palms.  
 
	  Lisa knew that Carrie was aroused now.  But would 
the little girl become afraid of the sensations flowing 
through her ten-year-old body?   Lisa remembered her 
first orgasm, and how scared and wonderful it made her 
feel.  Deciding against pushing her too far, she slapped 
her palms down suddenly on Carrie's little breasts with 
their now fully erect nipples, and said hurriedly, 
"Okay, Carrie, that it.  Time to let them get some sun."     

	But Carrie didn't think so.  She opened her eyes 
wide and said softly, "No, don't stop.  Please, 
Lisa...?"  Lisa slid her hand down to the little girl's 
mons and cupped it softly, her fingers gently caressing 
Carrie's labia through the thin material of the crotch 
panel.  Lisa gazed steadily at Carrie, seeing the 
awakening desire in the little girl's eyes, and realized 
she'd succeeded in part one of her seduction.  
 
	  Lisa thought fast.  She knew she'd kindled 
Carrie's latent sexuality, which was what she'd wanted 
to accomplish with this trip to the beach.  She wanted 
to continue caressing the little girl in the worst way, 
but she knew she had to stick to her plan.  She didn't 
want to get serious with Carrie until she had her at 
home, with the doors locked.  She needed to keep it 
light until then.  But how?   Lisa didn't trust her own 
self-control.  A game, she thought.  That's it...we need 
to make this into a game.  
 
	  Summoning all her will power, Lisa said, "Hey, I 
have to stop, 'cause I'm done.  However, " she continued 
with an impish smile at the little girl, "I'll just have 
to put more sunblock on you if it gets washed off."  
Lisa lurched to her feet, and heaved a sigh of relief as 
Carrie, sensing a new game to play, quickly refastened 
the swim suit top and stood up. 
 
	  "Race you to the water!" Carrie shouted, and 
dashed off towards the   water.  Lisa, relieved and 
frustrated at the same time, shouted after the running 
girl. 
 
	  "Okay, you win.  I'll wait for you to come back."  
Remember the plan, she repeated to herself, and 
everything will be fine.   
 
	  The rest of the day passed like a dream to Lisa.  
Carrie would run down to the water after Lisa covered 
her with the sunblock, and come running back as soon as 
it had washed off.  Lisa's caresses grew more bold as 
the day progressed.  Lisa had one more item on her 
agenda, though, and it was a critical one.  So far, 
Carrie had been a willing, if passive, participant in 
her own seduction.  Lisa wanted Carrie to  be 
comfortable with a more active role in their sex play.  
Glancing up at the position of the sun, Lisa determined 
it was time to conclude this portion of the seduction. 
 
	  Carrie came running breathlessly back for more 
sunblock.  Lisa, instead of starting with Carrie's feet, 
quickly unfastened Carrie's swimsuit bra and went to 
work directly on the little girl's breasts and nipples.  
Carrie soon become aroused again, her little nipples 
stiffening under Lisa's gentle manipulations.  Here we 
go, thought Lisa. 
 
	  Lisa slipped her hand under the waistband of 
Carrie's suit bottom for the first time that afternoon, 
stopping when the back of her fingers brushed against 
the crotch panel.  Lisa delighted at the feel of the 
little girl's bare labia sliding across her palm.  With 
her other hand, she reached beneath Carrie and slid it 
under her and then into her suit bottom, across the 
round cheeks of her pert little ass, until it met the 
other hand, which was now gently squeezing Carrie's 
mons. Flexing her wrists, Lisa gently levered the swim 
suit bottom away from the little girl's body, letting it 
slide across the back of her hands, until it came to 
rest around Carrie's hips a few centimeters below her 
crotch. Lisa gazed at Carries bare pudenda, marveling at 
how closely they resembled her own in both size and 
shape.    
 
	  "I think we missed a spot with the sunblock, 
Carrie.  Should I put some there?"  
 
	  "Please, yes, Lisa, oh yes...." Lisa almost came 
at the sound of the innocent desire in Carrie's voice.  
Lisa slowly coated the little girl's vulva with baby 
oil, lightly running her fingers over Carries's  
genitalia, pausing often to gently squeeze and softly 
rub her labia.  Laying her middle finger along the 
little girl's vaginal cleft, she nestled it gently 
between Carrie's labia with a rocking motion. Lisa was 
careful not to penetrate her, wanting to save that 
particular  delight for later.  Instead, Lisa continued 
to roll her finger from side to side, watching as 
Carrie's pre-coital lubrication began to slowly seep 
past her finger.  
 
	  God, she's close, thought Lisa.  

THE END