Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

I tried to think about Eric, about how nice it had been fucking with him this afternoon, how neat it had been to pick him up and seduce him, but I couldn’t remember what he looked like. And who was the last guy I’d fucked? It was just last week, Tuesday or Wednesday, but who was it? Bob? No, he was the week before last. Oh, it was Karen Whittaker’s cousin from out of town. Wasn’t it? I couldn’t remember what he looked like either.

But I could remember Lilly, remember each and every time she’d ever touched me.

I turned to Lilly, my hand sliding from side to side on her small boobs. They were very pretty, I reminded myself, even though they’d never grown much. The nipples were still as big, as pink, as sensitive, as they’d been that first time I ever saw or touched them. My fingers moved again, into the puff of hair at her armpit, and she smiled. One of her legs slid across me, and the soft little hairs she refused to shave away were ticklish on my skin.

“I don’t know,” I said finally. “I’ll have to think about it. An awful lot. I don’t know if I’m ready to do something like that, and I wonder if you are.”

She smiled smugly. Outside, the front door slammed and we heard the patter of little feet. Her kid brothers. “Better get decent,” Lilly said softly. “It wouldn’t do to have you caught messing around twice the same day.”

She grabbed her towel and rewrapped it on her body while I pulled up my pants and pulled down my shift. Before I left, she handed me a book entitled Sappho Was a Right-On Woman by a pair of lesbian ladies, and insisted that I read it while I was with Aunt Susan. “And when you come home,” she added, “I’ll be waiting. Right here. With a horn on for you.” We kissed and said good-bye and I had to go. This was some day, all right!

And to make matters worse, that night, when I crawled into bed, I had a visitor. It was Mom, come to have a mother-daughter talk. I recognized it as soon as she started. It was the same one she’d given me when I had my first date, back in seventh grade. All about being very careful, protecting my reputation, not cheapening myself just because some ill-bred boy made demands on me.

I was careful enough. I took my Pill first thing every morning. She didn’t know that, and I didn’t tell her. But what about the rest? Was I cheapening myself? And what the hell kind of a reputation did I have? Boys were nice enough when they were with me, especially when they knew a little piece was in the offing, but what did they say when I wasn’t around?

I’d never given it any thought till that little chat with Lilly, and now, with Mom trying to patch up this afternoon’s bad scene, I couldn’t think about anything else. Maybe getting caught wasn’t so bad after all. Mom had called Aunt Susan and my little vacation was definitely on, so I should be spending the next month in a quiet, sexless environment. I’d have time to think. Maybe I’d cut down on my catting when I got home again. Guys expecting an easy score on me might be in for a big surprise.

And who knew? Maybe I’d read Lilly’s book, too. Maybe — just maybe — by the time I got home I, too, would be as confirmed a lesbian as she seemed to be. I thought about that after Mom kissed me good night, and there was a warm moist feeling in the pit of my cunt. Was my body telling me something?

I reached to stroke that moistness, to kindle the sensation creeping upon me, but when I took my fingers away, I just groaned in an undertone. It wasn’t lust. The curse had arrived for its monthly visit.