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Carrie's Seduction 
by 
Randi Reynolds 
 
 
	  "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 withthe neighborhood boys since she was Carrie's age.  But the 
eroticexcitement 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."  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.  Let's go for it.  Lisa pulled 
Carrie's suit bottom up, and refastened the bra across Carrie's little 
breasts.  Carrie gazed up at Lisa, still obviously aroused, but unsure 
what to do now that Lisa had seemed to stop caressing her.  Lisa lay 
down on her back on the towel next to Carrie, and said quietly, "My 
turn."  
 
	  Carrie understood immediately.  Quickly, she straddled Lisa's 
body with her knees.  Lisa gently pushed Carrie backwards until the 
little girl's mons was pressing down on hers.  Carrie looked at the 
nearly empty bottle of sunblock, and said, "There isn't much left, 
Lisa.  Where should I start?"   
 
	  Lisa reached up and tweaked Carrie's nipples through the 
swimsuit bra, and said, "Oh, I don't know.  You pick a spot," and then 
smiled at her.   
 
	  Taking the hint and leaning forward, Carrie reached for Lisa's 
arms, then placed them on the towel beside her body.  She then grasped 
the shoulder straps of Lisa's one-piece swimsuit and slid them down 
Lisa's arms, completely baring Lisa's breasts.  Carrie gazed raptly at 
them, and placing her hands gently over them, began to fondle them, 
squeezing them softly, pushing them together, and then pulling them 
apart, over and over.   
 
	  Lisa enjoyed Carrie's caresses for several moments, delighting 
in the unself-conscious way the little girl played with her breasts 
and nipples.  Just watching Carrie seemed to increase Lisa's pleasure.  
After a few more moments, Lisa grasped Carrie's hands, and said in a 
whisper, "Aren't you forgetting the sun block, darling?"  
 
	  Carrie blushed all the way to her chest, and said meekly, "Oh.  
Yeah.  Sunblock.  Sorry...."  Carrie momentarily lifted herself off of 
Lisa to reach the bottle.  As she started to sit back down, Lisa 
reached out with her hand and slid the crotch of the little girl's 
swimsuit bottom to the side, then cupped Carrie's mons.   
 
 "There, sweetheart.  Now sit down."   
 
	  Dreamily, Carrie emptied the last of the sunblock into a small 
puddle between Lisa's breasts.  The little girl spread the sunblock 
evenly between the older girl's breasts and began to rub it in.  Lisa  
focused her awareness on her vagina, and the delicious sensation of 
Carrie's bare mons resting in the palm of her hand.  Suddenly, she had 
an idea.  Sliding her hand free, Lisa began to arch her back 
rhythmically, the motion causing Carrie to slide to and fro a few 
centimeters along Lisa's pelvis.  Lisa was soon rewarded with a small 
gasp from Carrie as the friction from her suit against Carrie's 
exposed labia built up and increased Carrie's excitement. 
 
	  Carrie quickly massaged the last of the sunblock into Lisa's 
breasts.  Lisa wanted to prolong this interlude, but she noticed that 
Carrie's gasps were coming more often, and were starting to sound 
suspiciously like little moans.  Okay, thought Lisa, time to bring her 
down a little for the ride home.  "That's the last of the sunblock, 
sweetheart.  Thank you very much for putting some on me.  I really 
enjoyed it.  I think you did too, you little imp."  Lisa reached 
between Carrie's legs, gently pinched the little girl's labia, and 
then slid her swimsuit bottom back into place.  Carrie blushed again, 
but also smiled shyly at the older girl.  "We have about an hour until 
your mother gets here.  Why don't you lie down and catch the last of 
the sun before we leave?"  
 
	  Carrie nodded and lay down on the towel, quickly unfastening 
her swimsuit's bra.  Lisa pulled her own swimsuit back up over her 
breasts and moved back into the shade of the beach umbrella.  Carrie 
looked content, lying on her back on the towel in the bright afternoon 
sunshine.  After a few minutes, Carrie's slow, rhythmic breathing told 
Lisa that the little girl was sleeping.  As Lisa watched, Carrie 
spread her legs wide, bending one back under the other.  Lisa didn't 
know how long she sat there, watching the rise and fall of Carrie's 
mons in time with her breathing.  Oh, oh my dear, she thought, I can 
hardly wait to get you alone tonight....   
 
	  Lisa gently awakened Carrie with a quick kiss on her lips.  
"C'mon, sleepyhead.  It's almost five.  Time to meet your mother."  
The two girls quickly packed up their gear.  Lisa smiled hazily as she 
remembered the feel of Carrie's nipples stiffening under her excited 
caresses.  She'd managed one more series of quick caresses after 
Carrie had awakened.  Worried that the baby oil would stain the 
swimsuit's top, Lisa had carefully removed all traces of the oil from 
Carries breasts with a wet wipe.  When she'd finished, Lisa lightly 
tweaked each nipple, and told Carrie to put her top on. 
 
	  The two girls arrived at the designated spot in the parking lot 
just as Carrie's mother pulled though the gate.  Carrie's mother had 
exchanged the Suburban for a small Nissan pick-up.  "Throw your stuff 
in the bed, girls.  Carrie's dad needs the big truck to tow his 
friend's boat, so we are going to have to squeeze in here."  Lisa 
immediately spoke up. 
 
	  "That's all right...Carrie can sit on my lap on the way home."  
The prospect of Carrie's tight little ass rubbing against her crotch 
on the way home made Lisa start to tingle.  Lisa climbed into the 
bucket seat on the passenger side, and helped Carrie in on top of her.   
 
	  "Buckle the seatbelt across both of you, Lisa.  There...that's 
good."  Lisa had retained her towel, which she now strategically 
spread across Carrie's lap.  As the pickup hit the first series of 
speed bumps on the way out of the lot, Lisa slid her hands under the 
towel and let them come to rest on the insides of Carrie's thighs.  
With the next bumps disguising her motions, she slid them backwards 
until her thumbs were nestled against the little girl's mons.  Lisa 
could feel Carrie's labia move beneath the thin fabric of her swim 
suit each time the pickup hit a bump in the road.  Lisa slowly applied 
pressure to Carrie's mons, gently squeezing her labia between the 
edges of her thumbs.  Carrie soon leaned her head back against Lisa's 
breasts, and began to thrust her pelvis forward rhythmically against 
Lisa's hands.  All the way home, Lisa gently toyed with Carrie's 
labia, squeezing them and then stroking them with her fingers.  
 
	  "Okay, we're home."  Carrie's mom steered the pickup into the 
garage.  In the semi-darkness of the garage, Lisa waited until 
Carrie's mother exited the truck.  Lisa gently cupped Carrie's mons in 
her palm and slid her hand under Carrie's top to cradle her left 
breast, capturing the nipple between her middle and index fingers. 
Rubbing Carries's nipple gently and squeezing her mons, Lisa whispered 
in her ear.  "I've gotta go home and change, and get a present for 
you.  Do you still want me to baby-sit you tonight?"  Lisa held her 
breath as she waited for the answer.  Carrie wiggled her bottom, and 
thrust her mons against Lisa's hand.  Lisa felt more than saw Carrie 
nod, and giving the little girl's mons a final, gentle squeeze, 
slipped out from underneath her and stepped down onto the garage 
floor.
 
	  Lisa grabbed her beach bag out of the back of the truck, and 
slipped under the closing garage door.  As she ran home, her mind was 
filled with thoughts about the coming evening.  At home she quickly 
ran into her bedroom, removed her swimsuit, and rapidly brought 
herself to the orgasm she'd been postponing all day, fantasizing about 
Carrie's enticing little body and what she planned to do with it that 
night.  

* * *

	  "Oh, hi, Lisa.  You are right on time, as usual.  Come in, 
dear."  Lisa had arrived at Carrie's house precisely at 7:45.  
Carrie's mother met her at the door with coat and hat in hand.  "I 
hope the cab company is a punctual as you are, Lisa.  What's in the 
box, dear?" 
 
	  She was referring to the neatly wrapped box tucked under Lisa's 
arm.  Lisa smiled brightly and replied, "A present for Carrie.  A new 
nightie.  Do you have time to look at it?"   
 
	  "Oh, no dear, I'll look at it tomorrow.  Carrie's taking a 
shower, and I don't think she's quite ready for bed yet.  She seems a 
bit excited.  Oh, there's my cab.  The usual rules, Lisa.  But if you 
want to let Carrie stay up a little later than usual, that's okay.  
Gotta go now, Lisa.  I'll be back about two AM." 
 
	  Carrie's mom called out good-bye to her daughter, gave Lisa a 
quick buss on the cheek, and left in the cab a few moments later. 
 
	  Lisa walked in to the living room and set her package on the 
coffee table.  Walking over to the windows, she closed the vertical 
blinds, then walked back to the front door and secured the deadbolt.  
Rules are rules, she whispered to her self.  And rule number one for 
tonight was "Be confident."  Don't lose your nerve half way.  Lisa 
thought back to the sight of Carrie topless on the beach, to the feel 
of her nipples as Lisa gently teased them.  She remembered how she'd 
wanted to slip her fingers past the little girl's bathing suit and 
gently probe her vagina and rectum.  Suddenly, she was on fire again, 
all doubts about her plans for the evening melting in a blaze of lust.   
 
	  Lisa sat quietly on the couch and contemplated her navel for 
several minutes, trying to compose herself.  Slowly, she became aware 
of Carrie standing in front of her, clad in a big, fluffy bathrobe.   
 
	  "Oh, hi there, sweetheart.  I didn't hear you come in."  
Leaning forward on the couch, she took the package from the coffee 
table and  handed it to Carrie.  "Here you go, Carrie.  I hope you 
like it."   
 
	  "Oh, thank you, Lisa.  Will you tell me what it is?  Or must I 
guess?" 
 
	  "Silly goose, you don't have to guess.  Just open it.  But I'll 
tell you what it is.  It's a new nightie.  And it's much more suited 
to the summer than that heavy silk one you have.  If you want, you can 
put it on right now.  And don't worry, that doesn't mean you have to 
go to bed.  It's up to you."   
 
	  "Oooh, neat!  I'll wear it with my new panties!"  Lisa laughed 
as Carrie disappeared up the stairs leading to the bedrooms, shedding 
the robe on the bottom tread, and tearing open the package as she took 
the stairs two at a time.   
 
	  "Be careful, Carrie, it's very delicate," she yelled after her.  
 
	  While she waited for Carrie to come back down, Lisa prepared 
her self for the final phase of Carrie's seduction.   Moving over to 
the love seat on the other side of the living room, Lisa took a few 
small items out of her purse and arrayed them on a side table next to 
the love seat.  Knowing that Carrie would be curious about them, and 
perhaps a little apprehensive of them if she prematurely discovered 
their purpose, Lisa covered them with her handkerchief. 
 
	  "Here I come, Lisa.  Close your eyes until I say open them." 
 
	  "Okay, they're closed." 
 
	  Lisa listened for Carrie's footsteps down the staircase.  She 
soon heard Carrie's bare feet slap softly onto the tiled landing. 
 
	  "Okay, open your eyes, Lisa." 
 
	  Carrie's new nightie was all billowing satin and gilded lace.  
Motioning for Carrie to turn slowly in place, Lisa took it all in.  
The top hung loosely across Carrie's shoulders, the neckline plunging 
in a deep arc across the little girl's chest.  It was secured across 
her ribs by a series of five silk ties.  The brown half-moons of her 
aureoles were just visible above the lace along the neckline.   Two 
more silk ties secured it across Carrie's shoulders.  The bottom edge 
hung just even with the tip of Carrie's pubis, enticingly revealing 
and then concealing the little girl's panties as it swayed against 
Carrie's hips. 
 
	  "Now come over hear and sit next to me so I can look at your 
new panties too," Lisa said, coyly.  The little girl eagerly snuggled 
against her friend, the edge of the nightie riding up over the 
panties.  Lisa slid her right arm around Carries waist, and with her 
left hand, lifted Carrie's left leg onto her lap, seductively exposing 
even more of Carrie's new panties to her gaze. 
 
	  Lisa examined the panties closely.  The panties were not 
demure, but not overtly suggestive, either.  They were brief, but not 
too brief.  The triangular piece of cotton clung softly to Carrie's 
mons, the swell of her vulva nicely defined by the nearly translucent 
material.  The crotch was a two-centimeter-wide strip that barely 
covered the tip of the little girl's pubis, clinging intimately to the 
edges of her labia, then disappearing into the cleft between the 
cheeks of her round little bottom.  
 
	  "I really like your new panties, Carrie.  They are very pretty, 
and so are you.  Do you like them as much as I do?"  Carrie nodded 
blissfully, and snuggled even closer to Lisa.   Lisa reached up to the 
lamp on the side table, and turned down the rheostat, reducing the 
illumination to a pool of soft light, and plunging the rest of the 
room into semidarkness.  "Now tell me, do you remember today at the 
beach?"  Carrie nodded, and then blushed.  "Did you enjoy our little 
game?" 
 
	  "Oh yes, Lisa!"   
 
	  "Well, then, let's keep playing, then, okay?"  Lisa reached 
under the handkerchief on the table and brought out a bottle of 
scented body oil.  "Here, how does this smell?"  Lisa opened the 
bottle and brought it close to the little girl's nostrils.   
 
	  "Mmmm, like honey, and cinnamon, and lemon." 
 
	  "Shall I rub some on for you?"  Carrie just nodded quickly. 
 
	  "Can I put it anywhere I want to?"  Again, Carrie nodded 
quickly. 
 
	  "Anywhere, sweetheart?  Are you sure?"   
 
	  Carrie looked up at Lisa, and said softly, "Oh yes, anywhere.  
Please, start now, start now."   
 
	  Lisa undid the silk ribbons across Carrie's shoulders and let 
the top fall open.  One by one, she undid the five silk ribbons that 
closed it across Carrie's ribcage, remembering the first time she'd 
done this, nearly six months ago.  But tonight is different, she told 
herself happily, I can finish what I started.  Lisa worked steadily at 
the double bow knots that Carrie had made with the ties, pausing 
briefly ever so often to slide her hand under the neckline and briefly 
caress Carrie's breasts.  Carrie responded almost immediately, her 
nipples coming to attention before Lisa had untied even the third tie.   
 
	  Carrie finished with the last tie, and parted the top, 
completely exposing the child's small breasts.  Lisa poured some body 
oil into the palm of her hands, and then rubbed them together for 
several moments.  Lisa started directly with Carrie's taught nipples, 
gently rolling them between her fingers like she did at the beach.  
She worked the oil into the aureoles that haloed each nipple for 
several minutes, delighting in the way the oil made them glisten.   
 
	  After a few more moments of caressing Carrie's breasts with her 
palms and fingers, Lisa announced softly, "Time for something a little 
different, Carrie dearest."  Carrie opened her eyes questioningly. "I 
promise you'll like it," Lisa responded. 
	  
	  Turning so that she was lying on her side in the love seat next 
to Carrie, Lisa lifted Carrie's left leg off her hip and placed it 
gently on the love seat next to her right leg.  Lisa ducked her head 
under  Carries's arm, nuzzling the little girls arm pit.  Her eyes 
were now level with the tips of Carrie's nipples.  Reaching over 
Carrie's shoulder with her right hand, Lisa gently cupped Carrie's 
left breast with the edge of her forefinger and thumb.  Leaning 
forward, Lisa placed her tongue against Carrie's side just beneath her 
left breast, and slowly moved it towards the nipple.  When Lisa's 
tongue finally reached Carrie's nipple, Lisa closed her mouth over it 
and began to gently suck it.  Simultaneously, she shifted her body so 
that she was now kneeling upright between Carrie's legs.  Reaching 
between their two bodies with her free hand, Lisa began to caress the 
little girl's  labia through her cotton panties.   
 
	  Lisa sucked gently on the nipple, pausing to softly tug it with 
her lips.  Each time she paused, Lisa squeezed Carrie's labia.  Under 
this twin stimulus, Carrie's nascent libido ignited, sending a warm 
rush of pleasure through her ten-year-old body.  Lisa decided it was 
time to give Carrie her first orgasm of the night.  Lifting her mouth 
away from Carrie's nipple, but continuing to caress her labia and mons 
through the panties, Lisa whispered, "Do you know what an orgasm is?" 
 
	  "No...." 
 
	  A thin arc of saliva had formed between Lisa's lower lip and 
the  little girl's glistening aureole.  Lisa licked it off and then 
said softly, "Time you found out.  It is so wonderful.  Don't fight 
it.  Just let it happen, okay?"  Lisa placed her tongue against the 
other nipple, and circled it slowly, then flicked it gently with the 
tip of her tongue several times, repeating this process again and 
again.  At the same time, she slid her thumb and forefinger under the 
edge of the crotch of Carrie's panties, and pulled the material 
together.  With a gentle upward tug, the panties slid between Carrie's 
external labia and came to rest against the little girl's sensitive 
inner labia. Lisa's right hand slid from it's position cradling 
Carrie's breast, and joined its partner down by Carrie's mons.  
Softly, Lisa closed Carrie's outer labia around the material, holding 
her labia in place with a slight pressure from her index finger and 
thumb. With her left hand, she continued to tug and release the 
panties.  
 
	  Carrie's body was on fire.  Lisa's lips and tongue on her 
nipples sent a whirlpool of sensation arcing out from her breasts, and 
her panty's intimate friction against her inner labia felt strangely 
wonderful.  The pleasure grew and grew, spiraling outward on an axis 
between her breasts and vagina.  Carrie closed her eyes and 
surrendered herself to the wonderful sensations coursing through her 
body.  
 
	  None of this was lost on Lisa.  She saw Carrie close her eyes, 
and could detect with her busy hands the tell-tale muscular 
contractions in Carrie's vaginal walls that signaled an approaching 
orgasm.  Sensing the peak, she felt Carrie's body go suddenly rigid.  
Lisa took all of Carrie's little breast into her mouth, sucking on it 
as hard as she could.   
 
	  Carrie groaned with pleasure as she felt her breast engulfed by 
her friend's mouth.   The groan grew louder, turning into a scream as 
Carrie's first orgasm shattered through her mind. 
 
	  Lisa released Carrie's breast, and gently extracted the now-wet 
cotton panties from between Carrie's labia.  Lisa rearranged Carrie's 
panties back to their normal position, letting the palm of her hand 
rest lightly on top of them against Carrie's mons.  Carrie's breathing 
was almost back to normal when Lisa said, "I knew you'd like it, 
darling. And that is only one.  I'll do it to you again, in a minute.  
Tell me when you are ready."  
 
	  Lisa squeezed Carrie's mons, eliciting a low moan from Carrie, 
and then stood up and began to undress.  She removed her blouse and 
bra, and then slid her skirt to the floor, deciding to retain her 
panties a little while longer.  By the time she'd gathered her 
discarded clothes together, Carrie had completely recovered from her 
orgasm and was now watching her intently.   
 
	  "Ready, sweetheart?" 
 
	  "I think so, Lisa.  That was so incredible!" 
 
	  "I know, darling.  I'm so happy that I could give you so much 
pleasure.   This time will be even better.  Did you like the way I 
used my tongue on your breasts and nipples?" 
 
	  "Oh, yes, Lisa.  They still tingle a little.  Please do it 
again; it felt so good...." 
 
	  "I will, but I'm going to use my mouth on something else of 
yours.  But don't worry...I have something here to take care of your 
nipples while my tongue is busy elsewhere.  Now, I want you to lie 
back against the cushions."  As Carrie shifted position on the love 
seat, Lisa retrieved two items from under the handkerchief.  They were 
plastic clamps.   The jaws were held together by semicircular metal 
rings that passed through the handles of the clamps, and which were 
attached to the outer side of each jaw just forward of the fulcrum.   
 
	  Carrie eyed the clamps apprehensively, but relaxed when Lisa 
fixed one to one of her own nipples as a demonstration.   
 
	  Lisa knelt beside Carrie, and gently started to rub her breasts 
with her free hand.  Carrie's nipples erected immediately, and Lisa 
gently affixed a clamp to each one, letting the clamps close slowly 
but snugly against their prisoners.  
 
	  "Are they too tight, Carrie?  I can loosen them a little if you 
want...." 
 
	  "No, they feel good.  Different than your fingers, but still 
good." 
 
	  "Okay then.  Ready for round two?" 
 
	  Carrie blushed, but eagerly nodded her head.  
 
	  Lisa raised Carrie's left leg and draped it over the back of 
the loveseat.  She then moved between Carrie's spread thighs, and laid 
down on her stomach, her face just a few centimeters from the little 
girl's panty-clad vulva.  Turning her head to the side, Lisa opened 
her mouth and closed it gently against the tendon on the inside of 
Carrie's thigh. At the same time, she slid one hand along Carrie's 
other thigh, moving it upwards into the little girl's crotch.  With 
her leg thrown over the back of the love-seat, Carrie's entire vulva 
and her little rectum were available to Lisa.  Lisa kissed and tongued 
the inside of Carrie's thighs, using her fingers to caress Carrie's 
mons and softly probe her little bottom through her panties.
 
	  After several minutes, Lisa whispered to her softly, "Time for 
your panties to come off, little one.  Are you ready?"  Carrie nodded.  
Lisa grasped the waistband of the panties with both hands, easing them 
down her hips until they rested across the tops of her thighs.   
 
	  Lisa gazed at Carrie's bare mons, then shifted her eyes 
upwards, watching Carrie's breasts rise and fall with her breathing.  
Lisa again laid herself down between Carrie's thighs.  Lisa was in  
heaven, knowing she only had to reach out with her tongue to taste 
Carrie.  Returning her hands to Carrie's bare mons, she resumed her 
delicate caresses.  After a few minutes, unable to resist further, 
Lisa shifted forward and began to lave the little girl's labia with 
her tongue.  Carrie responded immediately by raising her hips, 
pressing her mons against Lisa's mouth.  Lisa gently forced first her 
tongue, then her lips past Carrie's outer labia, and started to suck 
on the sensitive tissue of her inner labia as soon as she could reach 
them with her mouth.  As Carrie's pressed her hips harder and harder 
against Lisa's face, Lisa's probing tongue found Carrie's clitoris.  
Lisa flicked it rapidly with the tip of her tongue, feeling Carrie's 
pelvis begin to writhe in ecstasy.  Fastening her lips around the 
little button, Lisa sucked it gently, teasing it out of its hood, and 
then nibbled it with her lips.  
 
	  While Lisa's lips and tongue were busy with Carrie's clitoris, 
Lisa's fingers had worked their way deep into the cleft of Carrie's 
globular little bottom.  Now, with her little finger lightly resting 
on Carrie's anus, Carrie applied pressure, and forced the tip of her 
finger past Carrie's sphincter and into her rectum, stopping at the 
first knuckle when she heard Carrie gasp with surprise at this 
intimate invasion.  
 
	  Lisa sucked harder and harder on the little girl's clitoris, 
and wiggled her finger from side to side, forcing Carrie's anus to 
widen and admit more of her finger into her rectal canal.  Lisa sensed 
Carrie's impending orgasm, and judging her moment, sucked Carrie's 
clitoris between her teeth, and then gently bit down on it.   
 
	  Carrie's world exploded in an incandescent flash of pleasure.  
Wave after wave of ecstasy engulfed her body, every fiber of her being 
vibrating.  Lisa watched Carrie's body shiver and shake as the orgasm 
took her, moving quickly to cradle the little girl in her arms as the 
orgasm ravished her body.   
 
	  Carrie was unable to speak for several minutes.  Lisa gently 
caressed her, hugging her closely and tenderly, until finally, the 
last waves of passion dissipated, and Carrie regained control of her 
voice. 
 
	  "Oh Lisa, I can't describe it.  It was so, so...oh I can't 
describe it.  So...beautiful.  Like Heaven.  And you made it happen.  
Oh, I love you so much, Lisa.  Will you take me there again?  Please?" 
 
	  Lisa put her fingers to Carrie's lips.  "Shh, little one.  I 
love you, too, very much.  Yes, it is like being in a beautiful place, 
one that you feel with your body, instead of seeing with your eyes.  
We'll go back there, sweetheart, real soon.  Just lie still and rest.  
But let me take the clamps off now, so the blood can flow.  Now, your 
nipples are going to ache a little as the blood starts circulating 
again, but it won't last long.  Okay?"  Carrie nodded, and Lisa 
removed the clamps.  She massaged the little girl's nipples to help 
reestablish the circulation.  Under Lisa's tender fingers, the pain 
attenuated rapidly.   
 
	  "Now, sweetheart, I need to pee. When I come back, we'll begin 
again."  
 
	  "Oh Lisa, can I come with you?  Please?"  Her modesty getting 
the better of her, she quickly added, "I won't watch, honest.  I just 
want to stay with you right now."   
 
	  "You can watch me if you want to, sweetheart.  I won't mind.  
Do you need to pee, too?  Carrie realized she did, and nodded.  "Well, 
I would like to watch you pee, Carrie."  Pulling Carrie's panties up, 
Lisa took the little girl by the hand to lead her to the bathroom.  
 
	  In the bathroom, Lisa started to pull her panties down, but 
stopped when Carrie grabbed her hand.   
 
	  "Here, Lisa, let me do it for you.  I'm going to pretend I'm 
your Mommy."  Delighted at the new twist in their sex play, Lisa 
quickly nodded her assent.   
 
	  "Spread your legs a little, Lisa."  Carrie grabbed the waist 
band of Lisa's panties and pulled them slowly down, stopping when they 
were half way down Lisa's thighs to shyly reach out and touch Lisa's 
mons.  Lisa indulged the little girl, letting her tentative touch send 
shivers from her vagina to her nipples.  Carrie took her time, but 
eventually finished pulling them all the way down to Lisa's ankles.  
"Okay, step out."  Lisa daintily stepped out of her panties and stood 
in front of the toilet. "Put the seat down, and then sit down."  Lisa 
quickly complied.  "Okay.  You can start to pee now, Lisa.  Make sure 
it goes down in to the bowl."   
 
	  Lisa enjoyed the game that Carrie had started, and easily moved 
into her role as a little girl being potty-trained.  "Help me make it 
stay in the toilet, Mommy," she said in her best little-girl voice. 
 
	  Carrie giggled and said, "Now Lisa, how many times do I have to 
show you?  Put your hands on your legs, and hold it until I tell you."  
Stepping to Lisa's side, Carrie reached down between Lisa's legs, 
using her fingers to gently probe Lisa's pudenda for the tip of her 
urethra.  When she found it, she pushed it downward with the tips of 
two fingers.  "You may let it go now, Lisa." 
 
	  Lisa emptied her bladder, enjoying the sensation of Carrie's 
fingers where they touched her sensitive labia. 
 
	  "Now, wipe yourself.  Oh, here, I'll do it," Carrie said in 
mock impatience.  Tearing a single sheet from the roll of tissue, 
Carrie gently rubbed it across Lisa's urethra.  "Now, flush."   
 
	  "Well, thank you, Carrie.  Since you were nice enough to help 
me, I'm going to help you."  Remembering the faintly unpleasant taste 
of Carrie's vagina, she added, "But sit facing the toilet, okay?"   
	  
	  "Okay, but why?"  
 
	  "Because I'm going to give you a douche, little girl." 
 
	  And an enema, she added to herself, as she spied the ubiquitous 
red bag hanging in the shower.  "I want you squeaky clean when we 
start playing again, so I'm going to give you an enema, too." 
 
	  Not knowing what a "douche" or an "enema" was, but trusting 
Lisa implicitly, Carrie looked expectantly at Lisa.  "You pee, and 
I'll be right back," said Lisa as she walked through the door and 
headed back to the living room.  In the living room, Lisa dug through 
her purse and retrieved a packet of Summer's Eve, an applicator 
bottle, and a small tube of KY jelly.  Lisa was very conscientious 
about her body, and always carried an assortment of tampons and other 
personal hygiene items around with her.  She also picked up one of the 
little clamps, and after applying it to the nipple of her right 
breast, walked back to the bathroom.  
 
	  Back in the bathroom, Lisa turned on both taps in the sink, and 
adjusted the temperature of the water until it was nice and warm.  She 
then emptied the contents of the packet into the applicator, and 
filled it from the running faucet. She screwed the applicator tip into 
place, and swirled the plastic bottle until the Summer's Eve had 
completely dissolved.   Next, she filled the enema bag at the faucet, 
and closing the valve at the bottle's neck, hung it by its plastic 
hook on the towel bar above the toilet.  She quickly searched the 
vanity, and located the bag's accompanying hose and nozzle.  
Remembering her hygiene, Lisa rapidly found a bottle of rubbing 
alcohol and sterilized both her own douche applicator and the enema 
nozzle.  Lisa inserted one end of the rubber hose into the receptacle 
on the bag, and then screwed the nozzle into the other end.  Ready at 
last, Lisa knelt on the tile floor next to Carrie, and explained to 
the little girl exactly what she had in mind.   
	  
	  Not really comprehending, but understanding that Lisa would 
soon be touching her again, she told Lisa, "Yes, I want you to do it," 
when Lisa had given her a chance to say no.  Carrie suddenly realized 
that was why she trusted Lisa so much.  Lisa always let Carrie in on 
what she was doing, and never forced her to do anything against her 
will.   

	  "Okay, darling, first the enema, and then the douche."  Lisa 
slid the little girl's panties down, helping her step out of them.  
Now, sit on the toilet facing the tank, and hold the tank with your 
hands for balance."  Lisa squeezed a dab of KY jelly on the enema 
nozzle and proceeded to coat it with a thin layer of the lubricant.  
The nozzle was less than half a centimeter in diameter and about ten 
centimeters long.  Lisa placed the tip against Carrie's anus, and with 
a slow steady, pressure, inserted it into the little girl's rectum.  
Lisa carefully adjusted it's angle of entry, bringing the tip against 
the interior ventral surface of her rectal canal.  Carrie could feel 
it gliding deep into her, and after the initial discomfort, relaxed 
and enjoyed the sensation of something moving around inside her.  When 
the nozzle was completely inserted into Carrie's rectum, Lisa reached 
over the little girl's head and opened the bag's valve. 
 
	  Carrie gasped as the warm liquid flowed into her.  As the water 
poured into her, Carrie began to feel bloated, but not uncomfortably 
so.  The warm water filled her rectum and her bowels, increasing 
Carrie's sense of fullness.  Lisa reached around to Carrie's tummy, 
and began to press on it.  Carrie could feel the warm water begin to 
slosh in response, and squirmed happily.   
 
	  "There, now for your little vagina."  Kneeling behind Carrie 
now, Lisa picked up the applicator and quickly gave it a thin coat of 
lubricant.  Reaching around the little girl and down into her crotch, 
she gently pried her labia apart and introduced the applicator into 
Carrie's vagina. Lisa gently squeezed the bottle, sending a gusher of 
fluid against the walls of her vagina. Lisa moved the applicator 
gently upwards in Carrie's vaginal cleft, making room for the  liquid 
to run out.  When it stopped dripping, she slid it back down and 
squeezed it again, sending another shower of fluid into the little 
girl.  The repeated movement of the bottle between her sensitive labia 
aroused Carrie, and Lisa was not really surprised to see Carrie's 
nipples come firmly erect.  Lisa ducked her head first under one of 
Carrie's arms and then the other, caressing each nipple and breast 
with her lips and tongue.  By keeping the tip of the applicator 
carefully away from Carrie's clitoris, Lisa was able to keep the 
little girl in mild state of arousal without sending her over the edge 
into another orgasm.  
 
	  Soon the douche bottle was nearly empty.  Lisa slipped it out 
of the little girl's vagina, and then with a piece of toilet paper, 
gently dried her urethra, where the spent douche had trickled down.  
Standing up, she checked the enema bag, mildly surprised that Carrie 
had taken the entire capacity of the bag into her body.   
 
	  "Okay, now, Carrie, I'm going to take the nozzle out of you.  
When I do, you are going to feel like you need to do a number two.  
Just let it happen -- don't resist the urge.  Understand?"  Carrie 
nodded, and Lisa eased the nozzle out of her rectum.  As soon as it 
was clear of her anus, Carrie's bowels began to spasm, forcing the 
water out of her in a steady stream.  Lisa quickly reached down to the 
little girl's mons and gently stroked it, knowing that it would 
increase her arousal.  When the stream slowed to a trickle, and 
finally stopped, Lisa dried Carrie's bottom off with a wash cloth, 
then pulled her to her feet. 
	  
	  "There now, Carrie.  How do you feel?" 
 
	  "I feel all tingly inside now, Lisa.  Can we go play again?" 
 
	  "Oh yes, sweetheart.  But we are through playing around.  I'm 
going to make love to you now, babydoll.  Let's go up to your 
bedroom."  Lisa lifted Carrie up, and cradling the naked child 
tenderly in her arms, carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom.  
Lisa placed Carrie gently down on her bed, and then climbed in next to 
her.   
 
	  "Up until now, I've just been playing with you, sweetheart.  I 
enjoyed it, and I know you did too.  But now, I'm going to love you 
like I've wanted to since the first time I touched you.  Come here 
sweetheart, and love me, too." 
 
	  "Oh, yes, Lisa, yes, I want you to love me," was Carrie's 
breathless response.  
 
	  "I will, little one."  
 
	  Lisa pulled Carrie into a kneeling position in the center of 
the bed, and then kneeled down behind her.  Placing Carrie's hands on 
the tops of Carrie's thighs, Lisa then leaned forward over Carrie's 
left shoulder.  She tilted Carrie's head back, and gently turned it 
towards her.  "Shut your eyes now, sweetheart, and kiss me."  Lisa 
brushed her lips against Carrie's, lightly at first, and then more and 
more firmly.  With her tongue, she parted the little girl's lips and 
then slipped it past her teeth until she could feel Carrie's tongue.  
Probing softly, Lisa explored the inside of Carrie's mouth.  Lisa was 
thrilled when Carrie slipped her own tongue past Lisa's and into 
Lisa's mouth.   
 
	  As they kissed, Lisa's hands began to go to work on Carrie's 
body.  Lisa gently stroked Carrie's tummy, starting just above her 
mons, and ending against the underside of the little girl's breasts.  
Lisa gradually extended the upward portion of her caresses until Lisa 
could cup Carrie's breasts in her palms.  Oh, how soft they are, she 
thought, as she began to rub them gently side to side.  Carrie's 
nipples came instantly erect against Lisa's palms.  Lisa squeezed and 
massaged the soft mounds of flesh, using the tips of her fingers to 
gently pull her breasts outwards, and then flatten them to her chest 
with her palms. Over and over, in a delicious cycle, Lisa massaged 
Carrie's breasts.  
 
	  Lisa then began to concentrate on Carrie's nipples.  Lisa slid 
her fingers down to the nipples and grasped them gently between her 
thumb and forefinger.  She moved them in tiny circles at first, barely 
disturbing the flesh of her breasts.  Slowly, she increased her grip 
and began to move Carrie's nipples in ever widening circles, carrying 
Carrie's breasts along with them.  Carrie loved the tension in her 
breasts, and felt a small orgasm ripple through her. 
 
	  Lisa slowly released the pressure on Carrie's nipples, 
spiraling her breasts gently down again against her little chest.  She 
squeezed each one tenderly, and then slid her hands down to Carrie's 
mons.  With her knee, she coaxed Carrie's legs wider, feeling Carrie's 
labia spread apart.  Grasping the folds of Carrie's labia with her 
finger tips, she began to stroke them by gently pulling them upwards 
and apart, letting them slide between her finger tips for several 
centimeters of their length, and then releasing them and starting 
again.  Each time Lisa stroked her labia, Carrie would thrust her 
pelvis forward in an  attempt to keep them in contact with Lisa's 
fingers.  Lisa gently teased the little girl in this manner for a long 
time.   
 
	  As Lisa continued to stroke Carrie's labia, she disengaged from 
their kiss, and nuzzled Carrie's ear.  Reaching out with her tongue, 
she probed the ear gently, tracing its folds with the tip of her 
tongue, occasionally pausing briefly to nibble at the earlobe with her 
lips.  After several moments, Lisa whispered, "I'm going to put my 
fingers inside of you now, Carrie dear.  Spread your knees wider, 
honey."  Letting go of Carrie's mons, Lisa reached up and tilted 
Carrie's head back again, and again captured Carrie's mouth with her 
own.  
 
	  Lisa placed her right hand under Carrie's bottom, slipping it 
forward until her middle finger was resting lightly in the cleft of 
her labia.  Next, Lisa reached around Carrie's torso with her left 
hand, and slid it down her pelvis until she could feel the middle 
finger of her other hand.  With her left hand, guided by her sense of 
touch, she felt for, and found, the top of Carrie's vagina beneath the 
folds of her almost completely parted labia.   
 
	  Knowing from her own experience that it would be gentler on 
Carrie to penetrate the little girl's vagina from below, Lisa began to 
slide her middle finger slowly back and forth between Carrie's labia.  
Lisa didn't try to force her way in, knowing that Carrie's vagina 
would soon relax and admit her finger easily.  Judging by the dampness 
she felt, she knew it wouldn't take long.   And it didn't.  In just a 
few moments, Carrie's vagina relaxed, her labia parting completely, 
allowing Lisa's finger to slip into the little girl's vagina.  
Carrie's only response was to gasp once as she was penetrated for the 
very first time.  
 
	  Lisa's finger pushed deeper into Carrie's vagina.  Lisa pushed 
it in slowly, not wanting to rupture the thin mucous membrane of 
Carrie's hymen.  She knew that her finger was smaller than a boy's 
penis, and if she was careful, she could slide right by it without 
damaging it.  Sure enough, her finger was soon completely inside 
Carrie, her hymen safely bypassed.  Lisa slowly backed her finger 
almost all the way out, and then, slightly faster this time, 
reinserted it.  She swiftly backed it out, and even more swiftly 
plunged it in.  Spontaneously, Carrie moved her hips and pelvis in 
counterpoint to Lisa's steady thrusts.  Carrie matched the first 
several thrusts precisely, but soon began to accelerate, her hips and 
pelvis driving down against Lisa's finger faster and faster in a 
rapidly building frenzy.   
 
	  Lisa again broke their kiss, and said gently, "Slow down, 
Carrie dear.  Not so fast.  Steady, sweetheart, just a steady rhythm.  
Let my hand do most of the work."  Carrie's wild thrusts began to 
attenuate, and in a few moments, Lisa felt Carrie relax into a steady 
rhythm.  "There, that's right.  Nice and slow and steady.  Good girl." 
 
	  Lisa now used the fingers of her left hand to penetrate Carrie 
from the top.  With her labia spread wide, and her vagina nearly 
completely relaxed, Lisa was easily able to push her thumb and 
forefinger far enough into Carrie to reach her little clitoris.  When 
she did reach it, she began to pinch it delicately in time with the 
upward motion of her middle finger and the corresponding downward  
thrust of Carrie's pelvis.  Again, Carrie began to accelerate, and 
again, Lisa reigned her in with gentle reassurances.   
 
	  Lisa realized that there was a limit to Carrie's self-control, 
and Carrie was nearly there.  Time to push you over the top, little 
one. I'm going to make this orgasm the best one yet.  Lisa removed her 
fingers from Carrie's clitoris, and reaching to her own breast, 
removed the clamp that she'd placed there.  Carefully, Lisa inserted 
the clamp into Carrie's vagina, first feeling for her clitoris, and 
then gently guiding the clamp towards it.  Lisa carefully adjusted the 
position of her middle finger, and as she opened the clamp, she used 
her repositioned finger to guide Carrie's clitoris between the clamp's 
jaws.  Almost without missing a beat, she repositioned her finger, and 
then let the clamp close against the little girl's clitoris.  This 
sudden new pressure on her clitoris was much more than what Lisa's 
fingers had provided, and Carrie moaned loudly, nearly losing her 
composure as her pleasure increased by several orders of magnitude. 
Lisa then raised her left hand to Carrie's mouth, and whispered into 
the little girl's ear.
 
 "Open your mouth, honey, and suck my finger."  Carrie closed her lips 
around Lisa's proffered finger, and began to suck it with wild 
abandon.  "That's it baby, get it good and wet."  Lisa let Carrie suck 
on it several moments.  While Carrie continued to suck it, Lisa moved 
around in front the little girl.  Lisa timed her move, letting her 
finger slip free of Carrie's vagina at the top of Carrie's upward 
motion, and quickly reinserting it from the front as Carrie plunged 
down.  
 
	  Lisa slid her finger out of Carrie's mouth.  It glistened with 
a combination of Carrie's vaginal lubrication and saliva.  Reaching 
behind the little girl, she placed it against her anus, moving it up 
and down with the little girl, waiting for Carrie's orgasm to peak.  
In a few seconds, Lisa sensed it starting.  Carrie had closed her 
eyes, and had suddenly abandoned her steady rhythm as she rode Lisa's  
finger, now simply thrusting her pelvis down as hard as she could 
against Lisa's finger deep inside her.  When Lisa felt the muscles of 
Carrie's vagina contract, she pushed her saliva-coated finger deep 
into Carrie's rectum.  Then, lowering her mouth to Carrie's breasts, 
she took a nipple between her teeth and bit down on it.  
 
	  Carrie left the planet.  Pleasure exploded in galaxies of stars 
all around her.  Carrie's orgasm was a nova, expanding outward from 
the core of her being.  Then it was a supernova, outshining every 
other sensation in her body, a million times more intense than 
anything she'd ever felt before. The pleasure center in her brain went 
critical, and then past critical, into melt down.
 
 Lisa watched as Carrie's orgasm once again took her.  She could tell 
it was the most intense one yet.  It was ten minutes before Carrie's 
body relaxed enough for Lisa to slip her fingers out of the little 
girl's vagina and rectum, and unclamp her little clit.  Even then, her 
little body still convulsed and spasmed as the pleasure continued to 
course through her.  Lisa hugged the girl to her breasts, gently 
caressing her body, helping the little girl to return to normalcy.  
Lisa laid the nearly catatonic girl down on the bed.  Placing a pillow 
under the little girl's head, Lisa then spooned up against her.  
Wrapping her arms around Carrie, Lisa gently caressed the little girl, 
and waited patiently for her to come back from wherever her orgasm had 
taken her.  
 
	  After half an hour, Carrie opened her eyes, and the first thing 
she saw was Lisa's face on the pillow next to hers.  Lisa was sound 
asleep, one arm thrown protectively over Carrie, the other wrapped 
across her breasts.  Carrie slipped quietly out from under the older 
girl's arm and sat up.  Carrie gazed at Lisa, remembering the pleasure 
she'd given her.  It was almost as if Lisa had given her some kind of 
gift, one that Carrie knew she'd have for the rest of her life.  
Carrie continued to watch Lisa as she slept, and suddenly knew how to 
thank Lisa for her gift.   
 
	  Carrie leaned over, and kissed Lisa gently on her lips.  Lisa 
awakened and opened her eyes.  Carrie said softly, "Oh, thank you, 
Lisa.  I want to make you feel the way you made me feel.  Will you let 
me?"  
 
	  "Oh yes, Carrie dear, please."  Lisa rolled over on to her 
back, and stretched her arms out above her head.  Spreading her legs, 
Lisa said, "Please touch me, baby, touch me all over." 
 
	  "Okay, Lisa, I will."  Carrie reached down to Lisa's mons, and 
began to massage the moist folds of Lisa's vulva.  With her other 
hand, she cupped one of Lisa's breasts and, lifting it, laid her lips 
against the nipple.  Carrie began to suck it softly, as she moved her 
hand in slow circles against Lisa's mons.   
 
	  Lisa's nipple erected under Carries soft suckling, and her 
vagina began to tingle as Carrie's hands fondled her labia.  "Put your 
fingers into me, Carrie, please, oh, now, sweetheart, now," Lisa 
breathlessly begged the little girl.  "Do me, baby, do me now."  
Carrie, desiring only to please her friend, quickly responded.  Lisa 
slipped first one, then two, then three of her fingers past Lisa's 
labia into her vagina.   
 
	  "Ahhhh...oh Carrie, yes, yesssss..."  Lisa laid her hand over 
the little girl's hand at her crotch, gently pressing Carrie's fingers 
ever  deeper into her vagina.  Then, extending two of her finger into 
her vagina on top of Carrie's, she gently guided the little girl's 
fingers toward her clitoris.  "Do you feel that little button, Carrie?  
Please rub it for me." 
 
	  Carrie felt the small bump of Lisa's clitoris, and slid two of 
her fingers to either side of it.  Carrie pinched gently, then began 
to slide her fingers against it.  Carrie heard Lisa moan, but knew it 
was pleasure, and that she, Carrie, was giving that pleasure to Lisa.   
Smiling against Lisa's breast, she bit down on the nipple in her 
mouth, remembering what it had felt like for her when Lisa had bit 
down on hear nipple.  Lisa groaned.  Keeping the nipple between her 
teeth, Carrie lifted her chin, stretching Lisa's breast away from her 
chest.  Lisa screamed, this last sensation releasing her orgasm. 
 
	  Carrie watched Lisa's body under the influence of the orgasm.  
Lisa's hips and pelvis thrust upward against Carrie's hand, but Carrie 
was able to keep the older girl's clitoris centered between the middle 
and index fingers of her hand.  Even as Lisa bucked against her hand 
with growing abandon, Carrie kept applying a steady friction to the 
teenager's clitoris.  After several moments, the orgasm retreated, and 
Lisa began to calm down, her hips steadying to just slight upward 
thrusts, and then, after a few more moments, coming to a complete 
rest.   
 
 But Carrie didn't let her rest long.  Wanting to use her mouth and 
tongue on Lisa, the way Lisa had on her, she straddled Lisa's breasts, 
her back to Lisa's head and shoulders.  Leaning down, She began to 
caress Lisa's vulva with her lips and tongue, lightly kissing the 
fleshy folds of the older girl's labia, and trailing her tongue the 
entire length of Lisa's vaginal cleft several times.  Then, with her 
finger tips, she gently spread Lisa's labia, and holding her breath, 
plunged her tongue deeply into her vagina.  
 
 Lisa moaned, feeling another orgasm start to wash over her.  Reaching 
up with her hands, Lisa grabbed Carrie's hips, and pulled her down, 
until Carrie's mons was pressing right against her face.  Spreading 
Carrie's labia with her fingers, Lisa sent her own tongue deep into 
Carrie's vagina, in search of the little girl's clitoris.  Carrie 
gasped with surprise and delight at this unexpected invasion, and 
wriggled her bottom with pleasure.  Carrie soon found Lisa's clitoris, 
eagerly fastening her lips around it.  At the same time, Lisa located 
Carrie's, and almost simultaneously, sucked it eagerly between her 
lips.  

	  Both girls immediately came, Carrie for the fourth or fifth 
time that night, and Lisa for the second.  After a few moments, Carrie 
lifted herself from Lisa, and turning around, snuggled up against 
Lisa's side.  Turning her head, she nuzzled against Lisa's breast, and 
taking the nipple into her mouth, began to suckle gently.  As Carrie 
suckled at her breast, Lisa tenderly caressed the little girl for 
several minutes, lightly touching her hair, face, breasts, tummy, and 
thighs with her fingers.   Lisa then gently spread Carrie's thighs 
slightly, placed her hand against Carrie's mons, and slipped two 
fingers into the little girl's vagina.  The girls lay entwined on the 
bed like this for a long time -- Carrie sucking softly on Lisa's 
nipple, Lisa occasionally removing her fingers from Carrie's vagina to 
gently caress the rest of the little girl's body. 
 
	  After an hour or so, Lisa felt Carrie's mouth on her nipple 
relax, and her breathing become deep and even.  Slipping her fingers 
from Carrie's vagina, Lisa slid off the bed, careful not to disturb 
her.  Lisa went downstairs and got dressed, and then went into the 
bathroom and returned everything to their original locations.  Picking 
up Carrie's panties and nightie from where Lisa had left them, she 
went back upstairs to Carrie's bedroom, and gently, hardly waking the 
child at all, redressed her.  Lisa spread a light blanket over Carrie, 
and then brushed her cheek with her lips, and quietly left the room.  
Lisa went downstairs and sat down in an armchair.  Spreading her legs, 
she touched and caressed herself lightly, bringing her self to the 
edge, and then retreating from it, over and over again, until, hours 
later, she heard Carrie's mom unlocking the front door.  Slipping her 
panties up and smoothing her skirt down, Lisa picked up a book and was 
busily engaged with it as Carrie's mother opened the front door and 
walked in.   
 
	  "Hi Lisa.  Everything okay?  Was Carrie a good girl?"   
 
	  "Oh, yes ma'am.  She was beautiful, just like always.  I really 
love to baby-sit her." 
 
	  "You're old enough to drive, aren't you, Lisa?  Do you have a 
license?" 
 
	  "Yes, ma'am?" 
 
	  "If I loaned you my car, would you take Carrie in for her 
checkup on Tuesday?  I have to meet with a client that day." 
 
	  "Certainly...I'd love to." 
 
	  "Good.  Thank you, Lisa.  Here, let me pay you, and then I'll 
take you home." 
 
	  "Thank you, Mrs. Marshall," said Carrie with a smile.  "Carrie 
and I had so much fun together tonight, that I feel like I ought to 
pay you!"  
 
	  Mrs. Marshall laughed, and Lisa suddenly felt her vagina begin 
to tingle.  Mrs. Marshall laughed just like her daughter.  All the way 
home in the car, Lisa wondered at that momentary tingle in her crotch.  
Slipping her hand under her skirt in the darkness of the car, Lisa 
imagined making love to Carrie's mother.  As she caressed herself 
through her panties, Lisa realized that that is exactly what she 
wanted to do.  As the car stopped in front Lisa's house, Lisa was 
already formulating a plan to make it happen.   
