Chapter 7 - Boys and Girls Together

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A few short hours earlier, Melissa lazily opened her eyes as she reclined in the now tepid bath in the Muller's upstairs bathroom. Her body still tingled from the series of orgasms she had given herself, and she wondered how much time had elapsed. While her masturbation had taken the edge of desperation off her prepubescent lust, she still longed for the touch of someone between her legs. She glanced at the bathroom door, still slightly ajar just as she'd left it. She wondered if anyone had taken the opportunity to spy on her but realized she had been so busy with her own cunt she would never have noticed.

She marveled once more at what had been awakened in her in the past day and wondered where it was all going to lead. She and Stephanie had confessed their love and desire for each other and she fiercely wanted to make love to her even now, but still she couldn't stop thinking about the other members of her own and Stephanie's family.

She remembered Brad's kisses, the feel of his hard prick against her thigh as they danced, his unconcealed delight when she'd let him see and then touch her tits – and the way she'd actually let him put his hands under her dress and his finger in her ass as she helplessly climaxed in his arms, rubbing her naked pussy against his leg.

She also remembered the way Mr. Muller had looked at her as he kissed his daughter, the sight of the tip of his enormous cock poking out above the waistband of his shorts after hearing her bring Stephanie to a screaming orgasm in the bathroom, and the way she'd let him fondle her breasts while she French kissed him on his bed even while his own daughter was grinding her cunt onto his barely covered cock beside her.

She thought of her mother, the unexpected look of lust she'd seen on her face when they'd embraced, and the unmistakably erotic kiss they'd shared in the closet, her nipples sending electric thrills through her body where they grazed her mother's breasts.

And finally, she remembered Keith's body as he stroked his cock and plunged his finger into his own ass as he climaxed, the dizzying realization that she wanted her own brother to fuck her, the amazing way they'd boldly stripped the towels from each other and he'd squirted his jism on her naked body as she squirmed in ticklish ecstasy beneath him – and her own boldness in licking up his semen, even taking his dripping cock into her mouth.

After a string of thoughts like those, only the fact that the water in the tub had really grown too cold to stand kept her from plunging her fingers into her oozing cunt one more time. With a little groan of disappointment, she heaved her slightly plump body out of the chilly water and toweled off hastily while the tub drained. She drew the thin green camisole over herself once more and stepped out into the hall. As she passed the top of the stairs, she could smell coffee and bacon; a glance at Mr. Muller's open doorway confirmed that he must be awake and starting breakfast.

She opened the door to Stephanie's room and stepped in, pulling the door around. Her friend was still under the sheet, but she stirred and groaned at Melissa's entrance.

"Good morning again," Melissa said with a tender smile.

"Good morning," croaked Stephanie, blinking her eyes to clear them. "Where'd you go?"

"I just took a bath," shrugged the red haired girl. "You were pretty much down for the count and I wasn't sleepy."

"Sorry," her friend mumbled, still groggy but smiling weakly. "I don't know what you did to me, but it definitely took me hecka' somewhere else."

"It was `cause you've got your daddy's come inside you," suggested Melissa with a teasing grin.

"Shit! I'd forgotten about that!" The dark haired girl looked considerably more awake. She smiled dreamily. "I really do, huh? I've got him inside me right now." She looked inordinately pleased for a moment, before an expression of alarm darkened her face. "Oh, fuck! What time is it?"

Melissa glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "About 10:30," she advised.

"Oh, Goddamn!" her friend swore softly. "We've got piano lessons at noon and I have to take a shower first!" She hastened out of bed and gathered up her robe, muttering darkly.

"Don't you think your Dad could call and make an excuse for you, after the night you've had? After all, the way the night turned out was partly his fault," Melissa pointed out.

"Huh! Are you kidding?" Stephanie snorted as she rummaged on her vanity for her shampoo and conditioner. "The only time he ever let either Brad or I skip a weekly lesson was the week Mom died." Her face grew sad at the memory. "But the week after that, it was back to it. If anything, he's been even more fanatic about it since then, because it was something that Mom wanted us to do." She shrugged. "So, no, I've just got to get moving, no excuses, no ma'am."

With an apologetic look, she turned towards the door then suddenly turned back. Without warning, she stood on tiptoe in front of Melissa and kissed her soundly and tenderly on the lips. Then, with a final backwards smile, she hurried out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. Within seconds, Melissa could hear the shower running.

She stood there in the room, looking at the open door. So much for getting any help from Stephanie for her throbbing, wet pussy. She was seriously toying with the idea of sneaking into Brad's room while the rest of the family was busy, and wondering if she actually had the guts to try something so outrageous when she heard the older boy's door open and caught a quick glimpse of his back as he passed the open door.

She stepped into the doorway in time to see him trudging back down the hall, a look of annoyance on his face and nothing on his smooth young body but a pair of boxer shorts.

"Couldn't get there in time, huh?" she sympathized.

The dark haired boy shook his head disgustedly, but his expression brightened as his eyes took in Melissa's barely concealed body. His look made her feel suddenly fluttery inside, and she smiled with genuine feeling. "Well, good morning, anyway," she said, wondering at the strange lilt in her voice.

"Good morning to you," he said, cocking his head before asking with a frown, "What were you guys doing in there last night?" He gestured with his head in the direction of his sister's bedroom behind her.

Melissa was taken aback by his forthrightness and felt her cheeks growing warm, but she was also annoyed at his temerity and shot back, "The same thing you were doing in your room!"

The retort scored, and it was Brad's turn to blush. "Oh, I, uh, oh. Well, I – you know, you guys were kinda' noisy," he mumbled.

"Any noisier than you? `Squeak, squeak, squeak'," she said dryly. "Even your dad heard you."

That was too much for the flustered boy, and he almost looked like he was about to cry. She took amused pity on him and confessed, "Well, don't worry about it. The only reason I know was because he was already in our room chewing us out about how much noise we were making when you started up again."

The look on the eighth-grade boy's face was priceless, a fascinating mix of confused embarrassment, relief at her confession, and lewd interest in the turn the conversation had taken. Melissa seized the opportunity.

"So, do I get a good morning kiss, or was that all just for show last night?" she demanded with what she hoped was a charming pout.

"Uh, sure," he said, brightening. His look turned sly. "Do I get the same reward as last night?" he asked with a meaningful glance at her large breasts draped by the thin green cloth of her camisole.

This was more like it, thought Melissa with lascivious delight. "Sure, why not?" she said casually. "If you convince me you still like me this morning, you might get more than that."

Brad swallowed.

"Well?" Melissa asked archly, raising her arms over her head for a sultry effect.

He needed no further invitation and, stepping close, he wrapped his arms somewhat awkwardly around her middle and turned his face up to hers. Their lips met softly, and Melissa closed her eyes in pleasure. It felt so good to kiss, to hold someone close to her, and feel their lips and body pressed against her.

Brad quickly warmed to the task as well, and began slipping his tongue past her lips in slow, rhythmic strokes. Melissa relaxed her mouth to welcome his tongue and sucked on it greedily, causing the shorter boy to moan softly and begin to grind his crotch against her bare thigh in a repeat of his technique the previous evening. Soon it was Melissa's turn to begin moaning as his exposed upper leg slid up under the short hem of her nightie and made direct contact with her now drenched cunt. She daringly moved her hands down past the small of the thirteen-year-old boy's back and cupped his ass through the thin cotton material of his boxer underwear, pulling his leg further between her own legs so that she was able to slide her wet pussy up and down against it.

With such wanton encouragement, Brad began to run his hands freely over her tall, soft body and Melissa allowed the boy to explore and touch wherever he liked. He slowly stroked the ample curves of her tits through the sheer material, groaning with excitement when she did not prevent him from teasing the nipples into tight, erect nubs. Melissa gasped at the intense sensation and responded by plunging her tongue deeply into her boy lover's mouth with ardent desperation.

With increasing daring, Brad began to stroke up and down her back with one hand while continuing to stimulate her nipples and tits with the other. Each time his hand ran down her back it dipped slightly lower, until it was grazing over the large, round curves of her butt cheeks. She giggled and reciprocated, caressing and squeezing Brad's small, firm ass with both hands as well. Their bodies writhed together in an obscene dance as he kept grinding his small but very hard prick into her bare leg while Melissa urgently pressed her sopping cunt rhythmically up and down against the boy's smooth thigh. Had she been able to look, she would have seen a thin trickle of her quim slowly dripping down Brad's leg from the completely soaked patch of flesh being smothered by her cunt above.

Brad's fingers worked down over the curve of the red haired girl's bountiful ass cheek and finally touched bare flesh below the hem of her camisole. Hesitantly, he moved his hand back upwards under the edge of the garment, lifting it as he went.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" breathed Melissa encouragingly, growing impatient with his caution about touching her under her clothing. She was so aroused by now that she really wanted him to rip the entire thing from her body and ravage her utterly with his fingers and lips. With a boldness born of desperation that shocked her, she slid both her own hands beneath the waistband of Brad's boxer shorts and gripped the bare skin of his buttocks decisively, working her fingers determinedly into the crack of his ass.

"Holy shit!" breathed the dark haired boy in surprise.

He pulled his head back and looked into Melissa's eyes. She coolly stared back, though the corners of her mouth were tight as she suppressed a smile. Finally with a slight shrug, Stephanie's brother leaned in and resumed kissing her, plunging his tongue into her soft, waiting mouth with even greater ardor. He followed her example and placed both his hands on the bare flesh of her ass, but quickly he began to roam up and down Melissa's body under the thin camisole, caressing first her ass and back, then the tender, plump rolls of fat that covered her tummy, finally moving up to squeeze her precociously developed breasts from below. As his hands worked up her body, the green nightie rode higher and higher, baring her completely below her tits.

Melissa sighed and moaned with pleasure as her young lover's fingers touched her bare skin. She worked her hands around to the sides of his shorts and began to slowly tug them downwards, exposing his butt completely. The front of his shorts, however, remained firmly in place, pinned against her thigh where Brad resolutely continued to pump his hot, stiff prick up and down against her yielding thigh flesh. She sighed inwardly at the obstacle, but moved her hands back around to his smooth, hard ass cheeks and began to work a finger in towards his ass hole, thinking to inspire him to repeat his anal probing of her like he had in the night.

However, Brad seemed less than comfortable with the idea, and squeezed his butt cheeks together tightly. This made Melissa giggle; she was enjoying herself far too much at the moment to feel annoyance at his bashfulness in that regard.

For his part, the eighth-grade youth seemed completely absorbed in squeezing, milking, caressing, and teasing her large, soft tits. He broke off their kiss so he could see them clearly, and began to moan softly, "God, I love your tits. They're so beautiful – so fine!" He repeated the words over and over while kissing the large tender globes softly over their entire surface.

As his hands pushed her camisole up around her neck, Melissa decided that the garment was ridiculously in the way, and raised her arms over her head in an invitation for the boy to slide it the rest of the way off. However, he was oblivious, lost in the wonder of being allowed to see and touch her tits. She finally had to clear her throat pointedly to get his attention, and whisper, "Here – take this thing off."

Brad's eyes goggled, but he eagerly complied, pushing it the rest of the way up over her head and arms to let it drop on the floor. He stood back and ogled her plump, prepubescent naked body with obvious delight. Melissa felt an excited glow spread through her. She decided she liked being looked at with lust very much.

She noticed the front of Brad's boxer shorts straining outward above his erection, and could make out part of the dark, reddish flesh of his cock where it showed through the gap in the fly. Seized with curiosity and feeling like turnabout was fair, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed the bottom hem of the shorts on both sides, and pulled them rapidly downward. The shorts dropped easily to the floor around his ankles and his modest but very hard cock sprang upward proudly, its dark slit in the tip pointing directly at the twelve-year-old girl like a solemn eye.

"Nice," commented Melissa with a smile, "Very nice."

"You too," Brad responded, but he then looked around nervously at the open door into the hall. "Uh, maybe..."

Melissa wasn't about to give him a chance to chicken out of anything at that point and interrupted him brusquely, "Oh, shut up! No one's going to see you." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, spinning him around so that her back was to the wall next to the doorway.

"Touch me," she whispered, her desperate arousal making her voice thick and plaintive. "Touch my pussy. Make me come!" She guided his fingers into her drenched slit and began to work them back and forth over her quim-slick clitoris. She looked into his eyes, which were wide with amazement; his breathing had deepened noticeably, but he quickly got the idea and began to rhythmically tease her hard, throbbing nub.

Melissa closed her eyes in ecstasy, but opened them quickly when she felt Brad take her hand in turn and place it wordlessly around his silky, rigid cock. She smiled in silent consent and began to stroke his prick, trying to imitate the motions she'd seen her brother Keith use while he masturbated. Brad groaned with pleasure and pressed his body into hers, pressing her up against the wall as he thrust his fingers rapidly between her legs. His lips sought her breast and closed around an erect nipple, suckling greedily, eyes closed in rapture.

Melissa was nearly delirious with lust; her head spun and she gasped and grunted with appreciation over each obscene plunge of the boy's hand into the steaming recesses of her cunt. She shifted her legs, parting them widely to allow him free entry, and he did not disappoint, immediately sliding a finger all the way up inside her.

"Ohhhhhh, yes! Yes! Just like that! Oh, fuck, you touch me so good, Brad! I love the way you touch me! Hunnggghh! Oh, God!" she groaned. "You're going to make me come, aren't you? How come you always make me come so much?" She could feel the first tingles of an approaching orgasm starting to gather deep within her womb.

Brad could only grunt in reply, his mouth being full of her large right tit at the moment, but he began fingering her cunt like a madman, his hand pistoning in and out between her legs. Melissa felt her knees begin to go rubbery, and squeezed her young lover's prick tightly in her hand, as much for support as anything else. Brad gasped and began pumping his hips rapidly, shoving his cock back and forth in her hand. It seemed to Melissa that they both were going to come together, and she was nearly delirious with excitement.

At that moment, there was a rattle in the hallway as the door to the bathroom began to open and they could hear Stephanie's footsteps. Brad's eyes flew open in panic, and before Melissa knew what was happening, her erstwhile lover had snatched his shorts from around his ankles and had darted out of the room, desperately trying to tug the boxers up over his bare bottom as he ran down the hall towards his room.

"Wait!" cried Melissa, "Come back; it's okay!"

But the only answer was the slam of Brad's bedroom door. Melissa slammed her head back against the wall, exhaling viciously. She was nearly in tears from anger and frustration. She looked down and shook her head miserably. She'd been so close to coming, and she knew damn well that Stephanie wouldn't have been upset; in fact, she was certain that her friend would have eagerly joined in.

Stephanie stepped into the room beside Melissa, who was still leaning dejectedly against the wall by the door. "What's going on?" she asked brightly, readjusting the towel around her head, her flimsy robe tied barely closed. "I thought I saw my brother's bare ass before he slammed the door."

Then she stopped, puzzled by her red haired friend's silence and looked at her closely. She took in the red flush and glistening perspiration on the skin of Melissa's naked body, the green camisole lying in a heap at her feet, and the miserable expression on her face. The dark haired girl's mouth formed into a silent `O'.

"Looks like I interrupted something," she said at last, in a much softer voice.

"No, no, you didn't interrupt anything," Melissa complained bitterly. "It would have been fine if your brother wasn't such a cowardly little shit!" Just then, they both could clearly hear the sound of rapidly creaking bedsprings from within Brad's room.

This was too much for Melissa. With an anguished sob, she slumped to the floor, her eyes flooding with tears, her breasts bouncing softly as her chest heaved. Stephanie was mystified, but knew better than to try to get an explanation just then. Instead, she just pushed the door quietly closed and sat down on the floor next to her weeping friend, wrapping her arms around her nude body. Melissa gratefully clung to her smaller friend and cried and sniveled for several minutes while Stephanie embraced her silently.

When Melissa's sobs had diminished to the point where they were only an occasional shudder, punctuated by loud sniffles, Stephanie softly rose to her feet, returning quickly with a box of tissues from her vanity. "Here," she said tenderly, offering the plump girl a tissue. "Now just relax and tell your lover what happened."

"I-I'm sorry," Melissa began, still blubbering slightly. "I know I'm being selfish and stupid, and I know you have to get ready to go to your piano lesson, and here I am coming totally apart on you."

"You're not being stupid," reassured Stephanie, stroking the side of her friend's face gently, "And I've got plenty of time. You just tell me what happened and I'll make it right, I promise. I love you, remember? And if my asshole brother hurt you, I'll personally cut his balls off and make a pair of earrings out of them for you!"

A giggle emerged through Melissa's tear-stained face at that, and Stephanie smiled tenderly at her friend. "That's better," she encouraged. "Now just tell me what happened and we'll figure out what to do."

"You don't need to cut off Brad's balls," Melissa began with a wan smile. "It wasn't even his fault, really. And he didn't hurt me; the problem was more the opposite."

"Oh?" the dark haired girl prompted, her raised eyebrows indicating her piqued interest.

Melissa sighed, and then blurted in a rush. "I'm just stupid and selfish. You turned me on so much this morning when we first got up and I made you come so hard and so crazy in the bathroom and then back here in bed with your dad's come and all, and I was just so horny I didn't' know what to do, but then you sorta' passed out and I didn't want to wake you, only I was just lying in bed feeling your sweet body next to me and I couldn't do anything, and I didn't even want to finger myself `cause I was afraid I'd wake you up..."

She drew a deep breath before continuing, "So I thought I'd maybe take a bath and make myself come and I did, a whole lot, and it kinda' helped a little, but I really wanted someone to touch me, and then you had to get up and take a shower and I was bummed, but then Brad showed up and it was going really good!"

"Oh, baby, this is all my fault," moaned Stephanie, taking her hand in genuine distress. "You needed me and I wasn't there for you."

"Don't say that!" protested Melissa. "I loved making love with you, and it's not your fault at all. Brad was doing fine until..."

"Fine? How fine?" Stephanie demanded quickly, and her breathing began to noticeably deepen. "What did you let my big brother do?" She jerked her head in the direction of the wall from where the squeaking bed noises had finally subsided. "It seems like whatever it was got him going pretty good!"

Melissa snorted, "Yeah, you might say that," but then her eyes softened. "We were both ready to come, I think. I mean, I sure as hell was, and I think he was, too. But then, when he heard you coming out of the bathroom, he just wigged and ran back to his room. I guess he was weirded out about letting you see him standing there naked with his fingers in my pussy, sucking my tit, and me pulling on his cock for him."

"Oh! My! God!" Stephanie said slowly, beginning to squirm with obscene excitement. "Fuck! I would have loved to see that!"

"I know!" exclaimed the plump seventh-grader. "I tried to tell him! I knew you'd be cool with it! I mean, after the stuff we all did together last night, you'd think he'd know it wouldn't be a problem." She sighed again, but it was more wistful than dejected. "I was so close, too! Damn!" She held up two fingers barely touching. "I was this close. I mean I could feel it already starting to come on. And I think he was, too, `cause I could feel his prick kinda' start to twitch, you know?"

Stephanie nodded, barely daring to breathe. Her friend's graphic confession, coupled with the remorse she was feeling for having neglected her new lover, had left her terribly aroused. She began to stroke Melissa's pale, rounded thighs, inching imperceptibly up towards the coppery curls of her cunt.

"Shit! I almost finally got to see a boy come!" Melissa shook her head. "Between my brother, your brother, and your father, there've been guys squirting their come all around me for the past twenty-four hours. I've even got to touch some of the stuff afterwards, but I've still never actually seen it happen!"

She looked down at her friend's fingers now inches from her naked pussy and gave her a smoldering smile before continuing, "I know it shouldn't be a big deal; I'm just curious, that's all." She sniffed then giggled, "That would have been a sight for you, huh? To come into the room and see Brad squirting his come all over my hand while he was fingering me?"

"Oh, yeah," Stephanie agreed, her voice low and throaty with pubescent lust. Just then her fingers made contact with Melissa's clit, causing the red haired girl to inhale sharply and reflexively spread her legs to accommodate her friend's intrusion. "Ho, ho!" Stephanie smiled, "Looks like there's definitely some unfinished business to take care of."

She slid her finger deeply into Melissa's slick crevice and her friend closed her eyes in pleasure, sighing deeply. "Oh, Steph," the plump seventh-grade girl moaned, "That feels so good."

"So how'd you get in that predicament in the first place," Stephanie asked as her fingers began a slow, rhythmic exploration of Melissa's pussy. "Tell me everything!"

Melissa smiled at her friend's lascivious curiosity, but began to describe her conversation with Brad and the way she'd encouraged him to kiss her. Stephanie had a sudden notion, and stopped probing Melissa's slit, causing her larger friend to look alarmed.

Stephanie rose to her feet and grabbed Melissa's hands, pulling her upwards as well. "Don't worry, my sweet lover – I'm gonna' take care of you, I promise. I just want to get the whole picture here," she added with a mischievous grin.

When both twelve-year-old girls were standing, Stephanie put her arms around the taller girl's neck and whispered softly, "So I'll be Brad and you show me what you did. Did he kiss you like this?" She tenderly placed her lips against Melissa's and kissed her softly.

"Or was it more like this?" Stephanie asked, only this time her kiss was fierce and passionate, thrusting her tongue deeply into Melissa's mouth and writhing against her taller friend's nude, plump body.

"More like that," admitted Melissa with a smile, getting into the spirit of her friend's erotic game.

"And did his touch you like this?" demanded Stephanie, slipping her fingers once more into Melissa's cunt which had once again grown very, very wet.

"Well, actually, he didn't do that right away," the red haired girl explained, a bit breathlessly since Stephanie continued to stroke her clit softly. "And I did have my nightgown on. It's not like I was standing there in the nude waiting for him."

"Too bad," murmured her slender friend, "He might have gotten down to business sooner if you had."

"Oh, he `got down to business' pretty fast," laughed Melissa, "But part of the fun was taking off each other's clothes."

"Okay then," Stephanie nodded with a knowing smile. She picked up the flimsy green camisole from the carpet and held it open. "So put it on. We've got to do this right." With a giggle, Melissa put her arms and head through the proffered opening and tugged the hem down past her waist.

"So you started kissing..." prompted the shorter girl once Melissa was clothed again, "And then what? Did he just kiss you or did he do other stuff, too?"

"Well, at first he just kissed me, but with tongues and everything. But pretty soon it was just like last night – he started kind of humping my leg, you know? Rubbing his prick on my thigh...But the thing was, since he just had his underpants on and this thing," she gestured at the ridiculously short hem of the camisole, "barely covers anything, when he started that humping thing, it put his bare leg right up against my, you know, my pussy. Touching his bare leg."

Stephanie was breathing heavily with excitement as her friend described the erotic scene, and she hastily stepped forward once again and began kissing Melissa, slipping her moist tongue past the plump girl's full lips and into the dark recesses of her mouth. At the same time, she entwined her legs so that both girls' cunts were pressing against each other's bare thighs and began undulating her hips, sliding her naked, wet pussy up and down on Melissa's large thigh.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned, "That does feel good. No wonder you got so hot!" She returned to avidly thrusting her tongue into Melissa's mouth, deliberately sucking the saliva from within it and swallowing it, savoring the taste of her new lover. They were both silent for a moment while their lips, tongues and cunts ground into each other and their bodies swayed together.

"What did you do next?" panted Stephanie after some time.

"Hunngghhh! Oh, shit, Steph! You're making me so fucking hot, I don't – haaarrgghhh – I don't know if I can get all the way through this without coming," Melissa gasped as tingle after erotic tingle from her long-thwarted pussy shot through her body.

"So no one's asking you to, baby," Stephanie urged, "Go ahead and come! I'll be right here with you and I'll keep on making you come over and over until you can't come any more." She accelerated her rhythmic grinding of her thigh into the taller girl's oozing crotch.

"Ohhhhhhhh! God, Stephanie!" Melissa moaned, "I love you so much. Huunnnnghhh! Oh, shit! Oh, God damn! Yes! Just like that! Ohhhhhh, shit, I think I'm coming right nowwwwwwwww!" An enormous shudder passed through her ample body while her slender friend drove her thigh hard into Melissa's throbbing pussy and pressed firmly in place.

Stephanie held on tightly as her red haired lover climaxed, but even before the orgasmic spasms had died away completely, she resumed her slow, undulating rhythm, sliding her own cunt up and down on Melissa's soft thigh and moving her leg into her friend's crotch. She could feel a copious flood of quim moistening her thigh from Melissa's sopping cunt, so much that it was starting to run down her leg.

She sighed with pleasure, kissed Melissa tenderly, then asked in a low, husky voice, "So where were we, hmmmm? After Brad started humping your leg..."

"He," and Melissa paused to catch her breath, "He started putting his hands all over me."

"Yeah?" gasped Stephanie. The ongoing stimulation of her own cunt along with her friend's orgasm had aroused the dark haired girl considerably. "Like where? Tell me," she demanded.

"Well, mostly my boobs," Melissa said, giggling as Stephanie immediately began to caress her friend's full breasts, "And he played with the nipples a lot. Ohhhhh! Yeah! Kind of like that, only not as nice as you do. He was like, more desperate."

"Holy fuck, Mel!" exclaimed Stephanie, "You couldn't get any more desperate than I am right now!" She urgently ground her cunt into the soft exposed flesh of Melissa's upper leg. "But I'll try to pretend I'm a guy..." and she began to tweak her friend's protruding nipples much more roughly, pinching them hard and squeezing the pliant flesh.

"Aaaaiiiieeee!" cried Melissa as an electric jolt that was more than pleasure but wasn't exactly pain either coursed through her twelve-year-old body. "Ohhhh! Shit, Mel! He definitely didn't do anything like that!" Stephanie backed off a bit. "Yeah, it was more like that. My God, Mel! I don't know how you did that but you damned near made me come again right there!"

"Well, we'll just have to remember that little trick then, won't we, baby?" Stephanie purred, pleased to have discovered a new way to thrill her young lover. "So what did you do after you let him play with your tits?"

"Oh, he started to work his way down my back until he got under my nightie, then he worked his way back up, if you know what I mean," the taller girl said with a lascivious grin.

"Kind of like this?" asked Stephanie as her hands slid sensuously down her friend's broad back to cup her ass and give the cheeks a couple of firm squeezes before beginning to press back up under the cloth.

"Yeah, you've got the idea," Melissa giggled. Then she added in a low voice, "Of course, by this time I was so fucking hot I was ready for him to rip the thing off me. If he'd had the guts to actually try and go all the way right then, I was so horny maybe I would have let him. Maybe," she said hastily in response to her friend's startled expression.

"Oh, man, if my poor brother only knew what a chance he'd blown," said Stephanie, shaking her head with a wicked grin. She looked sharply at her friend. "So what did you do to him, since you were so `fucking hot'?" she asked with a lewd twinkle in her eye.

"I put my hands down inside his shorts and grabbed his ass!" Melissa said, grinning sheepishly. "I had them pulled down completely below his butt."

Stephanie looked intrigued. "So how'd he take it?" she asked, resuming the slow pelvic pumping against Melissa's leg that she'd momentarily halted.

Melissa frowned. "Well, you know, it was kinda' funny. He was okay with me touching his butt, but when I tried to poke my finger up his asshole, he got all weird – tightened his butt to keep me out and everything. I don't know; I thought maybe since he seemed to enjoy doing that to me last night that he might like it too."

Stephanie paused to untie the cord of her thin silk robe, then looked into her friend's pale eyes. "So now it's your turn to put your hands on my ass. And I'll let you put your finger in my hole if you want."

Melissa laughed, but she put her hands inside the slim girl's robe and firmly grabbed the small butt, pulling her body close and forcing their cunts into harder contact with each other's legs. They both gasped, then giggled at each other's reaction. Melissa worked her fingers deeply into the narrow crack of Stephanie's ass until she touched the tightly puckered anus. She pressed in slowly but firmly, working her finger partway into the thin girl's rectum and wiggling it suggestively.

"Ohhhhh!" gasped Stephanie, her head slumping against Melissa's soft breasts momentarily, "That – that's very good. Hoh! Yes!" She urgently increased the pace of her obscene pubic grinding against Melissa's thigh, a thigh that had now grown slick with the dark haired girl's vaginal slime.

Melissa chuckled and held her young friend tightly by her buttocks, pulling their cunts roughly against each other's legs with each pelvic thrust. She wormed her finger deeper and deeper into Stephanie's anal sphincter, until at last it was buried to the last knuckle.

Suddenly Stephanie gave a sharp cry, arched her back convulsively and began bucking furiously, thrusting her dripping pussy repeatedly down against Melissa's leg. "Haaggggggghhhh! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh my God! Hunnggghh! Hunnggghhh! Hunngghh! Y-you fucking bitch! You beautiful, fucking bitch! Aiieeeee! You're making me c-come! You're making me come so fucking hard!"

Melissa pulled the climaxing pre-teen closely against her ample body and held her tightly as spasm after orgasmic spasm wracked Stephanie. The slender girl's head lolled weakly against Melissa's large tits, her face wrenched into a grimace as she moaned and gasped for breath. Melissa slowly extracted her finger from her lover's rhythmically constricting butt hole as Stephanie's convulsions slowly abated.

They held each other in silence briefly before they simultaneously broke out in a fit of giggles. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Stephanie at last between spasms of laughter, "I never knew that being Brad could be so much fun! Only the poor bastard never had it so good!" This provoked a whole new round of giggles before the seventh-graders lapsed into a comfortable silence, luxuriating in each other's arms.

"So where were we?" asked Stephanie at last, slowly starting to resume her pelvic undulations against Melissa's large, soft thigh.

"I think we were at the point where he pushed my nightie up past my boobs and started sucking on them. That's when I made him just pull it the rest of the way off. And when he did that, then I pulled his underpants down to his feet," Melissa said with a mischievous smile.

"Oooh! I can go for that!" Stephanie whispered breathlessly, and she immediately lifted Melissa's thin green camisole up to her armpits and began kissing her friend's prematurely developed breasts, licking the nipples and nipping them softly with her teeth.

"Oh, God, Steph!" Melissa moaned, "I love the way you do that." She raised her arms high above her head. "C'mon, take this off me. I want to feel you touch me everywhere!"

With a low, throaty chuckle, the shorter twelve-year-old stepped back and willingly tugged Melissa's camisole off over her head and arms. She then waited with a meaningful look until Melissa laughed in comprehension and undid the knot in Stephanie's sheer, indecently short print robe and pulled it gently off her shoulders to let it drop limply to the carpet. The two girls gazed at each other for a moment, Melissa delighting in tracing the smooth, lean shape of her lover's body, the small, firm mounds of her newly developing breasts, and the thin, black patch of pubic hair that covered the seventh-grader's pussy.

She also noted the shiny patch on Stephanie's right thigh where it was thoroughly moistened with Melissa's own cunt juices, and was amused to look down and see an identical spot on her own leg. Stephanie followed Melissa's glance and grinned wickedly. "Nice to see we turn each other on, hmmm?" She ran her finger through the glistening slime on her thigh and slowly licked the quim from her finger, watching Melissa intently.

Melissa felt her heart begin to pound heavily in her chest as a wave of pure erotic excitement spread through her in response to her friend's lewd but intimate gesture. She echoed her dark haired lover's action, wiping the layer of Stephanie's cunt juice from her thigh and sucking it greedily from her finger while her lover nodded in approval.

"This was when Brad started touching my pussy," breathed Melissa, her breast heaving in arousal. "I begged him to," she added.

With an eager smile, Stephanie pushed her tall, plump friend back against the wall with one hand and slid the other into Melissa's red haired, drenched pussy. "Did he touch you like this?" she whispered.

"Rougher. Harder," panted Melissa.

"More like this?" the shorter girl inquired with glittering eyes as she viciously drove two fingers up into Melissa's dank vaginal cavity and savagely tweaked her swollen clitoris with her thumb.

"Ohhhh, my God! Oh, my fucking God!" groaned Melissa as electric jolts of lascivious sensation instantly began to shoot out from her assaulted vulva throughout her pre-teen body. "Y-yes! Like that! And he was kissing and sucking my tits at the same time," she added with a shameless lack of subtlety.

Stephanie grinned in amusement, but bent her head and avidly took her plump lover's protruding nipple between her lips, flicking it with her tongue, and worrying it with her teeth.

Melissa released a sudden guttural exhalation, "Huunngggghhh! Oh, God, Steph! You're doing it! You're doing it perfect!"

At that moment, there was a hesitant knock on the bedroom door adjacent to the frantically rutting seventh-grade girls. They both froze.

"Wh- who is it?" Stephanie asked, her voice managing to sound both anxious and annoyed at the same time.

"It's Brad," came the muffled reply.

An exasperated sigh burst from Stephanie's lungs. "What do you want," she hissed.

There was a slight hesitation. "C-can I come in?" the boy asked timidly.

Stephanie glanced quickly at Melissa, who shook her head grimly. "No you can't!" Stephanie replied loudly. "You had your chance. Now get the fuck out of here!"

"But..." began her brother pitifully.

"Now, Brad!" his sister screamed, "Get the fuck out of here now!!"

When the boy's footsteps retreated rather hurriedly down the stairs, Stephanie muttered a sarcastic comment about boys waking up too late, and quickly resumed her attentions to Melissa's pussy and nipples. Within seconds, the tall girl was gasping and moaning as if the interruption had never occurred.

"So when did you start touching my brother's little cock?" Stephanie asked disingenuously, briefly raising her lips from Melissa's turgid nipple. She pointedly thrust her hips and dark haired cunt towards her friend.

"Right about now," confessed the plump redhead with an apologetic grin, and she hastily pushed her fingers into Stephanie's oozing slit, slithering back and forth rapidly over the smaller girl's engorged clitoris, eliciting a satisfied moan of pleasure from her lips.

The two twelve-year-olds doggedly plumbed each other's cunts for some time, neither speaking, each intent on their task of trying to get the other off. The only sounds were their sharp intakes of breath, the lewd, wet, slick noises from within their gushing cunts, and increasingly frequent moans as their level of obscene excitement mounted.

Their plunging fingers were increasing in tempo now, and Melissa could feel the initial stirrings of what promised to be a truly mind-blowing orgasm from within her pubescent cunt. Stephanie had pushed her hard against the wall and was thrusting her fingers deeply into Melissa's vagina. Melissa's head was beginning to swim and she could hear the blood roaring in her ears. She knew that she was moments away from coming, and began to violently buzz Stephanie's throbbing clit with her thumb, trying to make the slender girl climax at the same time.

Just then, faintly audible over the sounds of their pre-orgasmic groans and panting, they could hear the voice of Stephanie's father calling up from the base of the stairs, "Girls! Breakfast's ready! Time to get a move on!"

Without missing a beat, and oblivious to any concerns about modesty, Stephanie seized the doorknob and flung her door open, crying, "Okay, Dad. W- we're coming right now!"

She slammed the door shut again, though not before Mr. Muller's voice clearly said, "It certainly sounds like it."

The sudden arrival of Melissa's building orgasm completely obliterated any appreciation of the humor in the exchange with Stephanie's father. Her voice rising to a near-shriek, she cried out as a torrent of erotic sensation seared through her, "Haaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, my God! Oh, Steph! Shit! Hungghhh! Hunngghh! Hungghhh! Oh, fuck! You're making me come! You're making me come so fucking hard! Oh, God, I love you! Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee..." She shuddered and twitched as one spasm after another gripped her twelve-year-old body and shook her down to her core.

Stephanie's own orgasm followed close behind. The slender girl had been ruthlessly suppressing the climax that had been building and straining for release within her until she knew that her plump lover had reached hers as well. Now, as Melissa convulsed and grunted before her, vaginal contractions rhythmically gripping the fingers plunged as far as possible into the taller girl's cunt hole, Stephanie gave herself over to her own need and felt her entire world explode in a white flash of desperate release.

"Oh, yes! Haaggghhhh! Me, too! Me, too! Oh, baby, you're making me come, too! Arrrgghhhh! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the dark haired pre-teen screamed as her body writhed in response to her friend's rapid tweaking of her orgasmically pulsing clitoris. She clung desperately to Melissa's neck with one arm as her knees threatened to buckle under her.

As Stephanie's climax started to fade, she started to rhythmically diddle Melissa's clit, prolonging the plump girl's orgasm until she finally gasped, "Enough! Enough! I've got to breathe!"

With a satisfied smile, Stephanie relented, but kept her fingers immersed in her pre-teen lover's cunt hole until the last constriction had faded. She finally slid out of Melissa's lovingly abused pussy with an audible wet, sucking sound. "Well?" she enquired at last, "Feel better now?"

In answer, Melissa grabbed her shorter friend's face on each side and kissed her long and passionately. Stephanie responded with intense tenderness, and when they broke apart, there were tears glistening on Melissa's pale cheeks.

"I love you, Steph!" Melissa whispered. "I love you so much. And yes, I do feel better. Thank you so very, very much!"

"Well, thank you," laughed the dark haired girl. "In case you hadn't noticed, I enjoyed that as much as you did."

"Yeah, I did, kinda'," giggled Melissa, "Though for a while there I wasn't even sure what planet I was on. Did I imagine it, or did you open the door and talk to your dad while I was coming?"

"He just called up to tell us breakfast was ready. I told him we were coming."

Melissa burst out laughing, and both girls were transported with amusement at Stephanie's audacity.

"Well, what was I supposed to say?" the slim girl giggled, "After all, it was true."

"It sure was!" Melissa agreed, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Did he say anything?"

Stephanie crinkled her nose, "I think he said something like, `Sure sounds like it'."

"No!" gasped Melissa, "God! He must think we're total sluts. He knows exactly what we've been doing all morning!"

"So what? What's the big deal?" her friend asked unconcernedly. "If Dad had a problem with it, I'm sure he would have said something, don't you think? I'm sure Brad knows, too. Who cares?" She stepped away from Melissa and began rummaging through her closet. She gave her friend a sidelong glance. "You still mad at my brother?"

"Who?" shot back Melissa haughtily, earning a giggle from her friend. "No, actually, I'm not. You took care of all my problems very well, thank you," flashing Stephanie a tender smile. "But I'm not going to tell him that just yet. I'm going to let him squirm a bit and see if he can apologize nicely."

"All right, girl!" her dark haired friend laughed. A mischievous look appeared on her face. "So, why don't you wear the outfit you had on last night – just the way you came home in it? I mean, if you really want to remind the asshole what he missed, that is?"

"Not to mention giving you and your dad a good look, too," Melissa responded with a meaningful glance.

Stephanie shrugged unrepentantly. Melissa bent to quickly paw through her overnight bag, shaking her head at the plain t-shirt and jeans her mother had packed for her to wear. Obviously, they wouldn't do for what her friend had in mind.

"All right," the plump girl surrendered with good natured chuckle, "You've earned whatever you want from me today."

"Hmmmmm," Stephanie said with raised eyebrows, "Be careful what you promise. I may take you up on that."

"Please do," Melissa said in a very soft voice. "I mean it. Anything. Anything at all."

"Oh, God!" murmured her twelve-year-old friend, "I hate to tell you what it does to me inside when you say things like that. But," she grimaced, "I guess we'd really better get downstairs or my dad really will be pissed at us. C'mon, baby love, get dressed."

The girls hurriedly pulled on their clothing, Stephanie nodding with approval when Melissa once again pulled on her short black skirt and thin white blouse without putting on a bra or panties. For herself, Stephanie chose a pair of tight white shorts and a skimpy dark blue tee that left plenty of her smooth, slender midriff exposed.

"I wish I could wear tops like that," Melissa grumbled, looking sidelong at her friend as she scooped up her clothing into her bag and snatched her pillow from the bed.

"Why don't you?" countered Stephanie, pausing long enough to run a brush quickly through her long, straight black hair. "I'd like to see you dressed like this."

"You're very sweet," the redhead said quietly, stopping behind Stephanie to lightly kiss the back of her head. "But in case you hadn't noticed, I've got a big, fat tummy roll. I don't think that would look too good."

Stephanie shrugged. "I do, but whatever. You ready?" Melissa nodded and the pair left the room and strode quickly downstairs.

Mr. Muller looked up in annoyance as the girls entered the kitchen. Brad was sitting at the table, finishing the last of his breakfast. Stephanie's father had obviously tried to make a special breakfast – there were waffles with five different kinds of jam, a generous platter of sausages, and pitchers of juice and milk. He was not happy, and looked like he was ready to chew them out about their tardiness and inconsideration the minute they walked in.

However, when he saw the girls, particularly Melissa's nearly transparent blouse (she had left the top two buttons open again, the way Stephanie had demanded the night before), he swallowed hard and seemed to forget what he was going to say. To Melissa's deep satisfaction, Brad suddenly choked on his food the minute he saw her and was consumed with a coughing fit for several moments.

Finally, Mr. Muller managed to pull himself together enough to say, "Well, you managed to spend enough time fooling around that you have exactly five minutes for breakfast before we have to be leaving." He glanced meaningfully at the clock, which showed that it was already thirty-five minutes past eleven. He seemed to be about to say something else, only he glanced at Melissa and her chest again, and apparently forgot what it was.

Melissa, though, was feeling rather guilty, and blurted out, "It was all my fault, Mr. Muller. Please don't be mad at Stephanie. I-I was just feeling really bad about something, and she had to get me calmed down before we could come downstairs. I can see that you made us a really nice breakfast, and I'm very, very sorry that I was so inconsiderate."

Her contrition was so humble, not to mention that her breasts heaved so magnificently during her apology, that Stephanie's father seemed considerably mollified. "Well," he mumbled at last, "It can't be helped, and I appreciate your honesty in taking responsibility for your actions." He glanced at the clock again and back to Melissa. "At any rate, since you admit that the delay is your fault, I don't feel as bad as I might in doing what I'm going to do."

"W-what are you going to do," stammered the tall seventh-grader with some trepidation.

"Oh, nothing too drastic," the older man said with a droll expression. "I considered spanking you...that's a joke," he added quickly when Melissa looked alarmed.

"Actually," he went on in a more matter of fact tone, "I'd planned to drop you off back at your house before I took the kids to their piano lessons. But since we no longer have time for that option, I hope you'll forgive me if I take them to Mrs. Kohler's first and then take you home. I'll come back for them after I've dropped you off."

Melissa nodded her agreement with obvious relief. She noticed that, unlike the previous evening when Stephanie's father seemed to only have eyes for his daughter, his gaze now obviously flitted indecisively between Melissa – or more specifically her chest – and Stephanie, who was leaning against the doorframe in a pose which accentuated her slender figure and long, olive skinned legs so beautifully revealed by her skimpy white shorts. Interesting, thought Melissa, hoping her friend wouldn't feel suddenly jealous.

To Melissa's relief, Stephanie gave her a slow wink when her father wasn't looking, a silent reassurance that she noticed, but approved of her father's inclusion of both girls in his ogling.

Even more interesting to Melissa was that Brad also seemed to be eyeing his sister in a new light, as if he was seeing for the first time that she was growing into a beautiful young woman and was no longer just his annoying sibling. His eyes noticeably softened as he gazed at Stephanie; plainly French kissing her and probing her asshole while she came on his leg was enough to jolt even a thirteen-year-old boy out of his preconceptions. When Brad turned his face to Melissa once more, she gave him a dazzling smile, which he returned after a brief, puzzled hesitation.

Stephanie's father shot another worried look at the clock, and announced, "Kids, I'm really sorry, but we've got to get going now. Girls, if you want to grab something off the table that you can eat in the car, that's fine, but do it now. Melissa, do you have everything you brought?

"Everything but my jacket in the closet," she answered.

"Well, please get it now. And you guys," he looked at Brad and Stephanie, "grab your music and head for the car. I'm going to put some of this breakfast way and I'll be right behind you. Let's move, people!" and he clapped his hands for emphasis.

There was a flurry of activity as the young people scrambled to comply. Melissa snatched a waffle and rolled it up in a napkin with a couple of sausages in the middle. She's been so absorbed in all her sexual escapades of the morning that she hadn't thought of food. Suddenly, she was ravenous, but knew better than to try to insist on any more delays.

As she was getting her leather jacket from the hall closet, she felt someone touch her elbow. She whirled to find Brad standing there with a very apologetic expression. "I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for running out like I did," he began.

"Well you should be," Melissa retorted, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

"I-I just sorta' panicked," he pleaded. "I didn't know it made you feel so bad, and I'm really, really sorry."

Melissa was trying to maintain her severe expression, but the eighth grade boy looked so pitiful that she couldn't help but smile. "It would have been cool if you'd stayed, you know," she said in a low voice after a moment. "After last night, I would have thought you'd know that Stephanie wouldn't have minded. You missed a great opportunity," she added with a meaningful look.

He gave a sheepish grin. "Yeah, well I figured that out after I heard the two of you sounding like, uh, you know. That's why I knocked on your door, but..." He shrugged miserably.

Melissa looked at the dark haired boy with raised eyebrows, "So show a little more guts in the future, and we'll see."

Just then, Mr. Muller's voice boomed down the hall, "Let's go, let's go, let's go! Now, kids!"

Brad glanced quickly in his father's direction, but then turned back to Melissa with a determined expression. To her utter astonishment, he seized her in his arms and kissed her soundly and aggressively, thrusting his tongue between her lips before she could react. She was so surprised that she dropped her jacket on the floor and couldn't move.

Brad finally stepped back with a defiant lift of his chin. "How's that?" he inquired with glittering eyes.

Melissa felt a smile spread across her face that wouldn't go away. "Very impressive," she admitted, and meant it. "For that, you can sit next to me in the car." Brad beamed, and turned to go.

Melissa looked up to see Stephanie looking at her from the doorway of the living room with an amazed expression. The taller girl just shrugged helplessly, and they both chuckled. Melissa retrieved her jacket from the floor and the two girls walked out to the car together, where Mr. Muller was impatiently revving the engine.

Brad was proudly holding the rear door open for Melissa, and only opened the front door for his sister when she once again pointedly cleared her throat loudly.

"Thank you, sir," Melissa giggled as she inched past the young man, and then gasped as she felt his hand run up the back of her leg under her short skirt as she stepped into the car. She shot him a warning glance, but he looked thoroughly unrepentant, and she found herself laughing in spite of herself. Oh great, she thought, you're encouraging him to totally jump on you the minute you're both in the car. She hoped the presence of the boy's father would restrain him somewhat. Though not too much, she thought as a lascivious tingle blossomed between her legs.

She slid across the rear seat until she was behind Mr. Muller; Brad scooted in next to her, pressed close against her in the middle position. Stephanie looked back at them with a smoky gleam in her eyes, clearly anticipating a show. Melissa mugged back at her until she giggled and returned her attention to her father, who was hastily wrestling the wheel as he backed out of the driveway.

As they pulled into the street and settled in for the drive across town to the piano teacher's home, Melissa felt Brad's hand rest warmly on her bare thigh. She looked down at his hand, then into his eyes that were wide and gleaming. She said nothing; instead, she simply rested her own hand on his thigh and began slowly caressing his leg through the material of his jeans. Brad kept his gaze straight ahead but a secret smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Melissa turned her face forward as well but kept her hand firmly in place on the boy's leg, resolved to match him move for move. She realized that this was another game of `dare' like the one she'd played with Stephanie the night before, and her heart quickened when she remembered where that had led. No chance of things going that far under these circumstances, she acknowledged with a twinge of disappointment, but it could be entertaining nonetheless.

To her complete lack of surprise, Brad soon began to slowly inch his hand up her leg, his fingers slowly teasing the soft, creamy flesh, creeping inexorably towards the hem of her short, black skirt. She matched his motions with her own hand on his leg and the dark haired eighth grader's smile broadened. She even thought she could hear his breathing increase. Good, she thought with satisfaction.

After what seemed to Melissa far too long a time Brad's fingers reached her hemline and, after only the slightest hesitation, continued up her leg, working their way towards the tender skin on the inside of her plump thighs as they went. Feeling especially daring, Melissa reached down with her left hand and delicately pulled the edge of the short skirt higher, shifting her buttocks in the seat to allow it to rise still further.

At that unmistakably wanton invitation, Brad gulped loudly. Score one for me, thought Melissa with delight. This was fun! She maneuvered her right hand all the way up his leg until it was nestled in the deep crevice formed with his legs met the bulge in the front of his pants. She stole a sidelong glance at his crotch and thought she could detect visible swelling there; at least it seemed like the bulge had grown since they first sat down.

Melissa glanced at the front seat to see if their activities had been noticed. Stephanie was twisted halfway around in her seat, her gaze apparently on her father, but every so often she would glance back at the lewd dance unfolding in the rear seat, and her eyes would glow. She caught Melissa's eye and blew her a slow, seductive kiss, which the redheaded seventh grader returned just as sensuously. Stephanie noticed Brad watching them and gave him a look that unambiguously invited him to mind his own business. The boy returned quickly to his absent stare into the middle distance, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

Either because she had finally resolved to give the pair in the back some privacy, or more likely simply because she wanted to take advantage of the uninterrupted time with her father, after that exchange Stephanie turned back towards the front, leaning across the console to snuggle her head and shoulder into Mr. Muller's side. The older man quickly wrapped his arm around his daughter's shoulder and pulled her into a tender embrace. With their privacy somewhat assured, Melissa once again turned her attention to her young boyfriend and his impudent fingers.

Brad continued to stare straight ahead, undoubtedly for the benefit of his father's eyes on him in the rear-view mirror, but his hand had kept its steady progress up her leg until now his fingers tickled the curly cunt hairs. He looked at her with a wondering expression.

"Don't you ever wear panties?" he whispered, leaning in close.

"You're not complaining, are you?" Melissa answered in an equally soft whisper, looking at him with a challenging expression. "Besides, they kind of get in the way, don't you think?" She flashed him a smoldering glance, and then deliberately hiked her skirt up, up, and up so that it was actually bunched around her waist. She sat there on the car seat, naked from the waist to her shoes, and parted her legs slowly, encouraging his fingers to continue the final steps to her already oozing twat. There, she thought, I can't get any less subtle than that! She had never felt so completely exposed – or so daringly sexual. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she looked at the boy with a challenging smile.

Brad swallowed hard and grinned like he'd just been awarded an Olympic medal. He looked down at her pale, smooth thighs, naked all the way up around the curve of her ass, his eyes settling on the short reddish curls of pubic hair that framed her pussy. Her cunt lips were swollen and purple, turgid with arousal and protruding from within the paler folds of flesh in her vulva. The boy eagerly pushed his fingers the rest of the way into the velvety, quim-soaked slit, and Melissa closed her eyes, trying desperately to stifle a moan.

The half-naked twelve-year-old girl let her head loll against her young lover's shoulder as he explored her cunt, slipping a finger deep inside her and sliding it out with excruciating slowness, discovering every bit of the dank, warm recess of her vagina before letting his fingers roam up the drenched slit to her clit. Melissa gave a barely stifled gasp every time he touched the sensitive button, and had to bury her face in his neck to keep from crying out.

Eventually through her erotic fog, Melissa remembered that her own hand was still resting in the thirteen-year-old boy's lap. She moved her fingers up over the bulge in the front of his jeans and was thrilled to discover that she could easily feel the outline of his young prick, which had swollen to prodigious hardness and was straining against his fly. She slowly ran her fingers up and down the length of it.

Now it was Brad's turn to muffle a gasp. Melissa grinned at him and he looked back at her with such an expression of wonder and joy that she felt a tender thrill. She realized that she liked pleasing Brad almost as much as she liked pleasing his sister.

At the thought of Stephanie, Melissa stole a quick glance towards the pair in the front seat from her vantage point with her head laid on Brad's shoulder. Her heart froze as she looked into the rear-view mirror and saw the eyes of Stephanie's father looking at her intently, only shifting quickly away to watch the road and just as quickly returning. Can he see what we're doing, she wondered in a sudden panic? No! He couldn't, could he? She forced herself to remain calm and look carefully at the situation. There was no way the man could see her naked lower body; could he see her hand busily stroking his son's stiff cock? No, that didn't seem possible either.

Then something about the almost imperceptible motions in the backs and arms of father and daughter triggered Melissa's sudden comprehension. While she couldn't prove it, she'd be willing to bet almost anything that Stephanie was stroking her father's leg, maybe even touching his cock while he drove down the expressway. And she was almost as certain that her father was touching, perhaps slowly stroking his daughter's small breasts at the same time.

It was then that the thought occurred to her – if she could figure out what was going on in the front seat from those minimal clues then perhaps Mr. Muller could deduce something about what his son was up to in the back seat. The thought made her uneasy at first, especially when she noticed that he was continuing to stare at her in the mirror. He certainly was interested. At that moment, the older man gave her a slow wink.

Melissa gulped and pulled her head back upright off Brad's shoulder and leaned away into the opposite corner, far from the eyes of the boy's father. She glanced at Brad who appeared to have been oblivious to his father's observation, for his eyes were half closed in pleasure, reveling in the touch of her fingers on his tumescent organ. She could feel it throb and twitch each time her hand closed around it and squeezed his cock tightly.

For his part, the young man continued to plunge a finger into her cunt hole and Melissa could feel herself getting inexorably more aroused. With her free left hand she began to tease and caress her own breasts, tracing slow, lazy circles around the nipples through the thin blouse. This intensified her sexual excitement considerably, and she squirmed in her seat, the sensation of the auto's leather upholstery on her nude bottom enhancing her feeling of erotic exhibition and forbidden daring. She turned partially, lifting her right leg over Brad's and resting it there, opening her dripping cunt even wider for his probing fingers.

He accepted the invitation and increased the tempo of his rhythmic thrusts, finger-fucking her with gusto. Melissa bit her lower lip, determined to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to moan with libidinous pleasure. She glanced at Brad, who was watching her fingers play over her tits with fascination. She felt a warm thrill, excited to feel the boy's eyes on her, reveling in the way he seemed to love to look at her body. Before this, if she'd thought about her body at all it was only to despair at the stubborn layers and soft rolls of fat that never went away. To have people like Brad and his father seem to love her body, to want to look at it was almost more than she could believe.

She smiled at the eighth-grade boy beside her and, hardly able to believe her own outrageousness, began to slowly, so slowly unbutton her blouse. Brad suddenly seemed unable to breathe. His fingers ceased their regular plumbing of her cunt hole and his mouth hung open. The interruption of the deliciously obscene stimulation of her pussy annoyed Melissa and she pulled her hand away from squeezing Brad's dick long enough to push his fingers back into her quim-slick crevice and urge them to resume his rhythmic penetration, sighing with lewd satisfaction as he did.

Melissa continued her slow striptease, working her way down to the last button before taking the hem and pulling it slowly aside. Brad sucked in his breath in mute appreciation, unabashedly staring at her body. She was now almost completely naked and exposed from her head to her feet, with only the narrow black band around her waist where the skirt was bunched breaking the smooth, pale expanse of soft curves and tender skin. Melissa caressed her nude breasts with her free hand, looking back at Brad through lowered eyes while her right hand pumped up and down the length of his quivering hard-on.

A soft gasp from the front seat made her look up quickly. Stephanie had turned her head and was looking at her, her chin partially hidden by her father's arm where it snaked around her shoulder. The dark haired girl stared at her with wide eyes and an astonished smile. Melissa smiled back, happy to have astounded her friend once more. She blew the girl in the front seat another slow, sensuous kiss, closing her eyes. Stephanie blew a kiss back then continued to watch the pair in the back seat. Melissa noticed that her slim friend's right arm seemed to be moving rapidly up and down in her father's lap now, a suspicion confirmed moments later when a low groan escaped Mr. Muller's lips. Melissa gave her friend an approving thumbs up, to which she responded with a shrug and a lopsided grin.

The plump pre-teen girl in the back was getting almost unbearably turned on by the erotic situation, as well as Brad's continued finger-fucking. Despite herself, she began to moan softly, her breathing punctuated with ragged gasps as the electric jolts of obscene pleasure from between her legs gradually mounted in intensity. She knew she was minutes away from coming, and wondered dimly through the lust-filled haze in her brain if she would be in trouble with Mr. Muller.

However, the older man chose that moment to announce, in a voice that was strangely tight, "Kids, we're less than five minutes from Mrs. Kohler's, so if you intend to say your goodbyes, now would be a good time." It took a second for Melissa to understand what he meant before it dawned on her that he wasn't talking about saying goodbye to Stephanie – Brad's father was actually encouraging his son to kiss her!

Melissa took the initiative. She turned her body towards Brad and put her right arm around his neck, replacing it in the boy's crotch with her left. "Goodbye, Brad," she said softly, "Thank you for dancing with me last night. I loved everything."

She began to kiss him, tenderly at first, but he quickly responded with lewd passion, sliding his tongue between her lips and thrusting it deeply down her throat. He also shifted his arms, extracting his left hand from her pussy and making her shudder as he did, replacing it with his right hand, which began to plunge in and out of her slimy crevice at a frantic pace. Melissa gave an audible groan and just as urgently accelerated her obscene pumping up and down on the thirteen-year-old boy's rigid prick.

For a moment that seemed suspended in time, the two lovers writhed and ground their bodies into each other, their tongues and their fingers working faster and faster. Melissa could feel hot waves of lust pouring through her as she clung to Brad, whose fingers felt like a blur as they slammed into her vagina.

But just as their rutting had reached the point where Melissa was about to erupt, Brad pulled out from between her legs and quickly stilled her hand's motion on his cock. She broke off their kiss, looking at him with fury.

"I'm sorry, really sorry," Brad pleaded in a whisper, "But I don't have another pair of pants here."

Melissa's rage melted into slight embarrassment. Of course! She hadn't even considered the mess she would have been leaving Brad to deal with if she made him come in his pants right before his piano lesson. She'd been so intent on her own desperate lust that she hadn't thought.

"It's all right," she reassured him, "I'm sorry I didn't think."

"Don't get me wrong," he whispered, "I loved it. I just wish it was, you know, a little more convenient." He gave a rueful smile, "I almost didn't catch it in time."

"Well, it's my fault," she answered, sotto voice, "I should have taken it out of your pants. Then I could have disposed of the evidence." She flashed him a suggestive grin, which made him goggle.

"We're almost there," Mr. Muller announced, too loudly. "Better get your things together." Meaning, Melissa realized, that she needed to restore her clothing to some semblance of decency. She also could feel her cheeks burn as she realized that Mr. Muller probably understood that as well.

"Thank you," she said to Brad as she quickly buttoned her blouse. "And thank you, Mr. Muller, for letting me stay in your home last night. I had a great time."

"It seemed like you did," the older man answered in an amused tone, "And you're welcome back any time."

Melissa was just smoothing her skirt back down to its proper position as the car pulled up in front of a cream-colored suburban house with blue trim. "Here we are," Mr. Muller said.

Melissa turned to Brad beside her and gave him one last, prolonged kiss, lightly running her fingers down the length of the poor boy's still magnificently erect cock. As she pulled away from their kiss, she could see in the corner of her eye that Stephanie and her father were kissing as well, and it did not seem to be the sort of kiss one expected between a father and his daughter. She felt her cunt throb, inexplicably turned on by the incestuous sight.

"Will I see you again soon?" the boy wanted to know when their lips had parted.

"Oh, yeah," she responded emphatically, "I'll probably come by again tomorrow. If that's all right," she added to the pair in the front seat. Both father and daughter laughingly assured her that it was.

"Not this afternoon?" Brad whimpered as he opened the car door to get out.

She gave him a tender look. "I'd love to, Brad. But I don't know what my mom might have planned, and I don't want to give her a chance to get pissed off at me. We've just started getting along better and I don't want to screw that up."

The eighth grader looked forlorn but said he understood.

Stephanie had exited the front seat as well, and Mr. Muller asked Melissa, "Do you want to stay in the back seat or ride up front?"

"I'll come up front," she answered, sliding over on the seat to follow Brad out the open door.

As she stood, Stephanie was standing in front of her. "You amaze me," she said, her eyes glittering with unfulfilled arousal. God, wondered Melissa, do I look that horny? Probably, she admitted to herself.

"You amaze me, too," the taller girl said with feeling, "You amaze me, and thrill me, and excite me, and comfort me, and I love you so incredibly much!"

Stephanie melted into her arms and they embraced passionately. "Don't you forget it, either," she hissed fiercely.

"Never!" promised Melissa.

"I can't believe how totally hot you looked back there. And my poor brother! Did you see him when he got out of the car? I wonder if Mrs. Kohler will notice his boner?" Stephanie giggled into the taller girl's ear.

"I know!" Melissa whispered back. "He had to stop me from making him squirt his come in his pants!"

"You should have kept going; that would have been pretty funny," the slender girl said with a malicious grin.

"Oh, c'mon, Steph. You know that would have gotten him in a lot of trouble." Melissa gave her friend a sidelong glance. "It looked like you were doing a pretty good number on your dad, too."

Stephanie gave a mysterious smile, "Maybe so."

"Stephanie! Mrs. Kohler's waiting," reminded her father from inside the car.

"I'm going, Dad," his daughter promised. "Call me!" the slender girl demanded Melissa as they disentangled from each other's arms.

"I will," she promised. "And good luck this afternoon," she added with a meaningful glance in Mr. Muller's direction.

Stephanie flushed, but answered dryly, "You bet. And say hi to Keith for me."

Melissa laughed. They understood each other.

The Muller children walked up to the door of the house and their father called out, "Bye, kids. I'll be back before the end of your lesson." They turned and waved in acknowledgement.

Melissa sat down in the front seat and closed the door. Mr. Muller waited with the car running until he saw that Mrs. Kohler, a rotund woman with graying hair, had opened her door and invited the young pair in. Melissa wondered to herself how well the lesson would go today. She doubted seriously that either of her friends would have their mind on the piano.

"You all right?" Mr. Muller asked as he eased the car away from the curb.

"Definitely!" Melissa confirmed, and the man nodded with a small smile. She stole a glance at his lap and laughed to herself as she saw that his already large prick was swollen to gigantic proportions, the thick shaft pushing up a prominent bulge in his trousers down his thigh nearly halfway to his knee. Stephanie had definitely been teasing him while Brad had been finger-fucking Melissa's virtually naked body in the back. She was unable to tear her eyes away from the enormous protrusion in Mr. Muller's pants and idly wondered what would happen if she reached out and began to stroke it. The thought made her unfulfilled cunt throb urgently. She looked up and saw that Mr. Muller had noticed the direction of her gaze and was looking at her with an odd expression. She quickly turned her eyes back out the front windshield, blushing furiously.

They drove for a bit in silence until Mr. Muller said, "Brad seems to like you a lot."

"Well I like Brad a lot," Melissa answered, wondering where this was going.

"That's good," the man nodded. "I wouldn't want to see either of you get hurt."

"I really care about him, if that's what you're asking," she answered cautiously.

"Stephanie really likes you, too," he added.

"And I love Stephanie more than anyone else on earth," Melissa said vehemently, though she added, "At least as much as my mother. I would never, ever do anything to hurt Stephanie."

"I'm very glad to hear it," he said, giving her an intent glance. "The only reason I mention it is that sometimes when a girl gets involved with a best friend's brother, the friendship suffers."

Melissa considered her words carefully before answering, "Stephanie and I are way beyond just being friends."

The older man looked at her and she was afraid he was going to be angry. But his eyes were kind, though they almost seemed sad.

"Yeah, I noticed," he said, and Melissa felt her face suddenly grow warm.

"Look, I..." she began.

"It's all right," Mr. Muller soothed, "It's more than all right. Unlike some people, I don't have any problem with girls loving other girls." He smiled at her, "And if that's all that was at stake, I'd be totally comfortable and supportive of it." His expression turned serious. "But when you are trying to have a relationship with her brother at the same time that complicates things. A lot."

"Look, Mr. Muller, I know what you're saying. At least I think I do. But it's not like that." Melissa turned in her seat to face him. "Stephanie is absolutely cool with it. She wanted me to get together with Brad in the first place, and she understands totally. After all, she likes boys, too."

The man looked at her sharply. "Boys? What boys?" he asked, a jealous note creeping into his voice.

"Oh, you know what I mean," Melissa laughed, "Boys. Men. She likes guys, too. Just like me. We talked about it, and we promised that we're just never going to let any man get in the way of our love for each other."

Mr. Muller relaxed a bit, shaking his head. Almost inaudibly, he whispered, "Just like her mother."

"Really?" Melissa asked. She'd heard almost nothing about her friend's deceased mother, and this was a fascinating revelation.

Mr. Muller nodded, more to himself than to her. "She loved women as much as she did men, and she did everything she could to keep any of the people she loved from getting hurt. But it still happened sometimes. That's why I'm concerned, though not as much for Stephanie. If she says she won't let anyone come between the two of you, then that's what she means."

He glanced over at her. "Brad, on the other hand, may not understand so easily. You'll have to make special efforts to let him know he matters, `cause I doubt if you'll ever have the depth of relationship with him that you already have with Stephanie. He's going to notice, and it's going to hurt him." The corners of the older man's eyes shone with emotion.

"I understand, and I promise I'll take good care of Brad, too."

"Good," the man nodded.

You still miss her, don't you?" Melissa asked quietly, "Your wife, I mean."

"Of course! What do you think?" Mr. Muller said rather sharply but was instantly apologetic. "I'm sorry; please forgive me. You didn't deserve that. Yes, I miss her," he went on in a much softer tone. "It's been over four years and some days it's almost okay, but other days it's like she just went yesterday."

He looked at Melissa and his eyes shone. "But she's not completely gone, you know."

Melissa shook her head, uncomprehending.

"A part of her lives on through my children, especially Stephanie. Every day, she grows more and more like her mother – the way she looks, the way she moves, the way she feels about things. And now, apparently the same kind of desires. That's why I understand a bit of what she might be going through right now. But it's also why I am so concerned for her – and for Brad and, yes, for you. I love her so very, very much, and sometimes it almost seems like her mother's actual spirit is living on through her. Does this kind of talk bother you?" he asked her apprehensively.

"Not at all," Melissa said soothingly, "I think that's really beautiful, and it helps me understand why you love her so much. I love her too, remember? And she needs you, too, just as much as you need her. Maybe you're the only real connection she has with her mother, too."

The older man nodded thoughtfully. They were silent for a moment, each lost in their thoughts.

Finally Melissa turned to Mr. Muller and said warmly, "Thank you. Thank you for being so cool and so understanding about Stephanie and me." On impulse, she placed her hand on his thigh and gave him a gentle squeeze. The older man started, but he made no attempt to remove her hand. After a moment, he covered her hand with his own. Melissa realized that she should feel uncomfortable with this but she didn't; it seemed oddly right and she smiled at him with genuine affection.

"You're welcome," Mr. Muller finally replied, squeezing her hand in return. "You two have chosen a difficult road, and it won't be easy, ever. There'll be times when it will seem downright impossible. I think you're smart enough to realize that you will have to be totally discreet about your feelings for each other. You do understand, don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so," the twelve-year-old replied slowly, "Like, don't tell anyone, keep it in the family."

"Exactly!" agreed the man. "When you're older, it may be different; you'll have to judge that for yourself and decide when the time is right to be more public about your feelings. But at your age," he shook his head regretfully, "At your age, there would be all kinds of hell to pay, and I'm not just talking about the insults and abuse you'd suffer from your classmates, though Lord knows those'd be bad enough. No," he looked at her to be sure he had her attention, "If anyone outside my family knew, and knew that I allowed it to happen, there's even a possibility that my children could be taken away from me. Am I making myself clear?"

"Perfectly," Melissa replied firmly, though inside she was shaken. She had never considered that what she and Stephanie had been doing might jeopardize her friend's entire family. "You don't have to worry about that. I love Stephanie, and I care about Brad as well. I care about you, too, you know," and she gave his thigh another gentle squeeze, earning her a pleased, almost shy smile from Mr. Muller before she went on. "So, yes, I understand. We'll be very, very cool about it all. I promise I'll never do anything to hurt your family."

"That's fine," he smiled, "As long as you understand just how much trust I'm placing in you." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Actually," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "Your interest in Brad could be very useful."

The plump girl looked puzzled, and he explained, "After all, who would suspect you of having `those kinds of tendencies' if you are having a very public relationship with a boy. And of course, no one will ever get suspicious of the amount of time you spend at our house either, hmmmm? Once you're in my house, I give you my word that you are free to be with whomever you like – keeping in mind what I said earlier about not letting anyone feel neglected. Okay?"

"You're so cool!" Melissa blurted, and he flashed her a lopsided grin, "I don't know anyone else's dad who could possibly be so understanding and everything." She paused and her tone grew more serious, "And I want to apologize too for the way we behaved last night and this morning. We carried on pretty shamefully, huh? I mean, keeping you from sleeping with all the noise and all."

"Scandalous!" Mr. Muller heartily agreed, but there was a merry gleam in his eye, "And delightful! Made me feel years younger." He gave her a shrewd look. "Not to mention the other `carrying on' in the back seat of the car, eh?"

The seventh grader felt a hot flush of embarrassment spread over her face. "You could see us?" she asked in a quavering voice.

"Oh, relax," he said with a dismissive laugh. "I didn't say you were in trouble and, no, I couldn't see much, though the way you reacted just now almost makes me wish I had; it sounds like it might have been a sight worth seeing." Melissa blushed even harder, but it was accompanied by a sudden stab of lustful heat in her loins as she slowly comprehending just what the older man was suggesting. Was he seriously saying that he would like to watch her and his son having sex? It sure sounded like it. She knew she should be horrified at the notion, but her traitorous cunt throbbed insistently, and she realized that the idea turned her on so much that she didn't dare speak.

Mr. Muller laughed at her discomfort, but gently reassured her, "It's all right, you know. I couldn't tell exactly what was happening, either with you and Brad or with you and Stephanie, but I knew that you were pleasing my children very much, and they seemed to be pleasing you. And anyone who pleases my family and who doesn't want to hurt them is okay in my book."

Melissa felt a wave of relief; she looked at him intently and said, "You're not so old, you know."

He gave her a rueful smile. "That's really sweet of you to say so, but I'm probably more than your mother's age. Speaking of whom, how's she handling things? I was really glad to hear that you and she have been getting along better."

"She's okay, I think," Melissa said after pondering a moment. "I think things are going to be better from now on."

"I'm really glad to hear it," he nodded with a small smile, "I can tell you, it's never easy being a parent at all, and being a single parent is one of the most difficult jobs anyone can ever do. Where is it she works?"

"At this materials supply company up on Highway 320," the girl replied, "They sell plastics and other things like that to high-tech companies. She just got a promotion into marketing," she added proudly.

"That's really fantastic," he said, "You can't know how good it feels to get a little more money coming in when you've been struggling. How's she like it?"

"She likes it okay. Only her boss wants her to go to Florida to some conference next week and she says she's not going, `cause she can't find anyone to watch us kids – like we couldn't take care of ourselves for a week!" Melissa said heatedly.

"Well, I can definitely sympathize with that problem," Mr. Muller muttered with a small shake of his head. "And while I can understand your feelings and agree that you, and I presume your brother - though I haven't met him - would be perfectly fine, parents worry very much about their children." He glanced over at Melissa in the seat next to him. "But in this case, there's a very simple solution – why don't you and your brother stay with us that week?"

"Oh, could we?" cried Melissa, "That would be so cool! Will you ask my mom when we get there? It would be a lot better if the invitation came from you." She looked up and saw that they were only a block from her home. "Please? We're almost there. Please say you'll come inside with me and ask her." She began to unconsciously caress the man's thigh where her hand rested on it.

"All right, all right," he laughed, "How can I refuse the request of a pretty girl?"

"Now I know you're teasing me," Melissa said looking at the older man with a sad smile, "I know I'm not that pretty."

Mr. Muller exploded, "Oh for God's sake, Melissa, you are too. You're a beautiful and sexy young woman – I can see it, and Brad sure as hell can, too. Or hadn't you noticed?"

She felt her cheeks growing warm but a smile crept over her face that wouldn't go away. He thinks I'm beautiful and sexy, she thought to herself, repeating it in her mind. And he says Brad thinks so, too. "Thank you," she muttered at last, flustered.

She suddenly noticed that the car had stopped moving; they were parked in front of her house. And Mr. Muller was looking at her, letting his eyes wander up and down her body, lingering each time on the front of her blouse where her large breasts were outlined clearly and bulging into the gap where she'd left it unbuttoned and the dark nipples easily visible through the thin cloth. In other situations, a man ogling her breasts might have made her uncomfortable and afraid, but now it made her feel very sexy, grown up, and desirable. She had to fight back the urge to slowly unbutton her blouse for the man they way she'd done the striptease for his son. (Twice, she reminded herself; once in Stephanie's bedroom last night and again in the back seat of the car this morning.)

She also noticed that, despite all their open discussion about the erotic activities Melissa had been engaged in with the man's daughter and son, they had both carefully avoided any mention of the kiss the two of them had shared while saying goodnight – or the way she'd willingly let him fondle her breast. And now they were alone together. She felt her heart begin to pound with excitement. What was happening here?

"You're very handsome, too, you know," she blurted, "And if you're the same age as my mom, that's definitely not that old. She's only thirty-two." Stupid, stupid, she cursed herself. Why did everything that came out of her mouth sound so stupid?

Mr. Muller didn't seem to think she was stupid, though. He looked at her with a bemused expression. "So there are two beautiful young women in your family." He looked at their house beyond the sidewalk. "Shall we go in?"

Melissa nodded, but noticed that neither of them moved. At last she said, "Thank you again for letting me stay with you, and especially for being so understanding and so cool about, you know, everything." The man gave her hand, which he had never released, a tender squeeze in response.

On impulse, she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. At least that was what she intended. But he turned his face to her at the same time and somehow their lips ended up finding each other instead. The minute Melissa's lips touched his, she felt that same electric thrill jolt through her body as she had when they'd kissed the previous night. Within seconds, the older man and the twelve-year-old girl were kissing passionately, their mouths open wide as their tongues explored each other, thrusting deep into each other's mouth. His arms were around her and she clung to his neck, their bodies writhing against each other.

Mr. Muller pulled his lips away from her mouth, but only to begin kissing her all over her face, nibbling her ears, then descending to her neck. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Melissa kept whispering into his ear as the man's lips and tongue flicked over the soft, sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. All the pent-up fire in her cunt, which had been smoldering since Brad's fingers had left it, blazed up within her. She felt like she was being consumed with erotic arousal, and she panted and squirmed in his arms. Her heart thundered in her heaving chest.

She felt his hands begin to caress up and down the length of her body, sending little thrills and sparks coursing through her every time his strong fingers touched bare skin. Before she realized it, the man had worked a hand up under the front of her blouse and was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She could only moan softly, helpless under his passionate assault. Her hips began to undulate on their own, desperately rocking back and forth in lewd response to Mr. Muller's ravaging lips and fingers.

She gasped as she felt his other hand slide up her leg and under the edge of her short skirt. His fingers began to knead the soft, pliant flesh of her exposed ass cheeks, and the seventh grade girl could only moan in obscene delight. Suddenly, one of his fingers worked all the way into the crack of her ass and probed experimentally into her puckered anus.

Melissa's eyes flew open in shock. But she also noticed the bright sunlight outside the car, and the realization of where they were and what they were doing finally penetrated the fog of juvenile lust into which she had plunged.

"N-no! We can't!" she cried, pushing firmly away from Mr. Muller and struggling out of his arms. Her body protested, wanting nothing more than to surrender completely to the older man's lascivious advances, but she resisted and held him at arm's length. "We can't do this!" she gasped.

Mr. Muller instantly released his grip on her and began apologizing profusely, "Oh, God, Melissa! I'm sorry; I'm terribly, terribly sorry! I don't know what came over me. I know I have no right to behave like that. God, I must be insane to be pulling something like that with my daughter's best friend. Please don't be angry with me!"

He looked so miserable that Melissa's heart melted. "It's okay, it's okay," she soothed, taking his hand in hers. "You didn't do anything wrong." He looked up at her with a bleak expression. "I didn't mind; really, I didn't. I liked it, in case you didn't notice." She shook her head. "You're an amazing kisser, do you know that?"

A faint smile began to grow on the older man's face, and she went on, "As far as what came over you, the same thing came over me," and she gave him a meaningful look, then gestured outside the car at her house, "But maybe in broad daylight in front of my house isn't the best time or place, okay?"

The older man's relief was obvious. "You're really not mad?"

"No, I'm not," she reassured him emphatically. "But Mr. Muller, maybe we should go inside just in case my mom noticed us pull up."

"A good idea," he agreed, opening the door and popping the trunk open. As Melissa was opening her door though, he put a restraining hand on her arm. "But do me one favor, okay? Drop the `Mr. Muller' stuff. I think that after a kiss like that, maybe you should just call me John, all right?"

"Okay, John," she giggled, feeling self-conscious but grown up, like she had reached some sort of graduation. "I like that," she smiled. "And I like you too, John."

"I like you very much as well, Melissa," he said with a great deal of tenderness.

"Oh, shit, don't look at me like that, `cause it makes me go all funny inside and I'm going to want to start kissing you again," the preteen said with an impish grin, "And then we'd never make it out of the car. Maybe we'd better we go inside, hmmm?"

He readily assented and they got out of the car. Mr. Muller retrieved Melissa's bag and pillow from the trunk, and they went up the walk together. On the porch, Melissa turned the doorknob and was both surprised and relieved to find it unlocked. They stepped into the dim house, pausing in the entryway, their eyes slowly adjusting after the bright noonday sun outside.

When they could finally see, they could make out the form of Melissa's mother coming down the stairs. The sight made both Melissa and Mr. Muller gulp. For Margaret Randall was wearing nothing but a very short, thin robe and their vantage point below her gave them a perfect view of her smooth, shaved cunt.

For a moment, Melissa was too stunned to say anything. Clearly her mother wasn't expecting company, but what was she doing going around dressed like that? Had Keith already gone to his cross-country meet? And why did it look so strange between her legs?

The shocked look in her mother's eye let Melissa know she was probably going to be in trouble, but she managed to stammer, "H-hi, Mom. I'm home."