Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2020 18:24:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bobby Perry <bobby.perry11@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Awakening of Lilly /Lesbian-Young Friends

I stumbled on Nifty stories several years ago and enjoyed reading them so
thought I would try a hand at similar stories. I have written quite a few
but never had the nerve to send one in, but here goes. I'm in my last year
of high school now and hope to go on to study literature in university.
I've been told my writing is not bad but would appreciate any feedback,
criticisms or suggestions. The stories I have written so far cover many
areas and if this is accepted I will send in more. All my storied are, of
course, fiction and the product of my own feeble mind.

				   LILLY

She moved slowly along the wall of the barn. Her feet made no sound. She
cocked her head now and then to listen. The inside of the barn was still
quite bright as light streamed in through the many cracks and through the
big open doors at each end. The tack room, where the hired man had his cot
and slept, was in the middle of the barn. As she approached this her steps
became even smaller and more cautious.

Above the gentle sounds of half a dozen heifers chewing on hay at the far
end of the barn, she heard the creak of bed springs and paused, slinking
down into the deeper shadows by the wall. No one appeared and when her
heart eased its mad pace she again inched forward. She reached the wall of
the tack room where it jutted at a right angle into the barn. Here metal
barrels full of oats offered her a hiding place and she slipped down behind
one and put her eye to the knot hole she had discovered several weeks
earlier.

The hired man had been on the farm since early May, longer than she had.
She come out from the city when school let out to spend the Summer with
Uncle John and aunt Edith. From the beginning she had been bored.

The farm seemed to be miles from any place, and her aunt and uncle had no
children of their own. The one redeeming feature was the hired man. Clay
was about twenty five, she thought, tall and muscular. He often worked with
his shirt off and she tried to spy on him without being seen. A strange
feeling, a longing, came over her while she lay in the loft and watched
Clay about his chores. The muscles along his back rippled in the sun and
she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over them.

She had been on the farm for several weeks before she discovered the knot
hole in the wall. Clay would often go to his room to lay down for a spell
after he finished his lunch up at the house. One day, she waited until he
had entered the barn then, looking to make sure no one saw her, she slipped
in behind him. She had tiptoed along the edge of the wall then and listened
at the side of the tack room. She didn't know what she expected to hear,
snoring perhaps. She just wanted to spy on this man who attracted her so
strangely.

To Lily's surprise the sound that came through the thin, single layer of
boards was the gentle creek of bed springs. It sounded as though Clay were
bouncing lightly on the bed. He certainly wasn't sleeping.

The inside of the tack room was brightly lit by the sun that streamed in
through the thin blue curtains over the window in the South wall of the
barn. Lily was aware that light came through a number of small cracks and
she put her eye to them but could make out little in the room. Then she
found the knot hole. it was about two feet from the floor and over an inch
around. Dropping to her knees she put her eye to it and looked into the
room.

For a moment she could not make out what she was looking at, then she
almost cried out in surprise. Only inches from her eye Clay lay on the bed
naked. She could not see his face or even his chest. The view in front of
her was of his naked thigh and waist and his hand, the hand that was now
moving slowly up and down on the large organ that jutted into the air from
between his legs.

Lilly had a younger brother. She had seen a penis before and knew what it
was for. She had not thought about it much. Perhaps she had thought penises
all stayed small like her brother's. The sight of this angry, red organ
dispelled any such thought she might have had.

She gave a small gasp as she took a breath and realized that she had
stopped breathing for a time. Her heart was racing. She wanted to run away
before she was caught doing this wicked thing but she couldn't pull herself
from the sight. Instead, she watched, unblinking her eyes becoming dry and
then tearing until she had to wipe them.

Clay's hand stroked the huge instrument lazily. Lily saw the skin slide up
and down under his fingers. The bright red head was partly covered each
time his stroke reached the top. She noticed that beads of moisture issued
from the tip and that a smear of wet covered the end and made a small wet
sound with each stroke.

Why was he doing this?, she wondered. Her heart raced in her chest. The
sight was having a strange effect on her. More effect than watching him
work in the sun, his muscles moving like snakes beneath his brown
skin. Here the muscles in his smooth flank were covered with untanned
skin. Only his side and the lower part of his belly which were in view
showed the familiar brown tan.

She was now aware of the sound of Clays course breathing coming through the
wall, then a few soft moans. As she watched the tempo of the strokes
suddenly increased, then with several hard grunts and louder moans he
ceased his stroking and held himself tightly. At the same instant a spurt
of white erupted from the head of the organ, then another and another.

Clay made a number of tiny, almost spastic strokes as this went on and the
eruptions of white liquid gradually subsided to dribbles which ran over her
fingers. What an amazing sight. Behind the wall Clay's breathing was rough
and hard. Then the bed creaked as he rose and stood up. She could see him
then in almost full view. Only the lower part of his legs, concealed behind
the crumpled bed, were not visible.

Clay's muscled, almost hairless chest and belly were covered with white
splashes. She watched him wipe this off with tissue but her real attention
was on the angry rod that still jutted out from a nest of black hair at his
groin. As she watched it slowly wilted. By the time Clay had cleaned
himself and checked the bed, it hung long and slack between his legs. When
he reached for his jeans, Lilly slipped from her hiding place and crept
back along the wall of the barn. For the first time she noticed how sore
her knees were from pressing against the hard concrete.

Her heart still pounding, she ran up to the house, past her aunt who turned
from the kitchen sink to see what the big rush was about, and up the stairs
to her room. There she threw herself on her back on the bed, her mind full
of strange thoughts. Perhaps Clay had a sickness. Her mind flashed over
everything. She wished she had her friend Elaine here to talk to about
this. She could not understand her own excitement and her still racing
heart.

Lilly was thirteen that Summer. She knew about sex and where baby's came
from and all that. She knew what a penis was for but all of her knowledge
was cold, clinical information that she had learned almost by rote, mostly
from her mother.

In her mind she began to see visions not of the erupting penis but of the
muscled back and shoulders of the hired man. Again the strange excitement
crept over her, stronger than ever. She hugged herself. Her hands caressed
the budding breasts under her dress and she enjoyed the sensation. She ran
them down her belly and onto her thighs. When they crossed and briefly
touched the small mound between her legs a delicious tickle ran through
her. Again and again the hands ran from breast to knee and each time they
stayed longer and payed more attention to the sensitive spot just past the
bone at her pelvis.

When the sensation rose to a pitch and then exploded in her it took her
completely by surprise. Her mind had been filled with rippling muscles and
pleasant, abstract thoughts now her body spasumed with immense pleasure and
release. Anything this powerful would normally have frightened her but the
pleasure was so intense she wallowed in it. Her hand, trapped between
clenched thighs, continued to caress and bring forth the waves of
pleasure. Unnoticed, tears came to her eyes and ran back over her face to
soak the pillow. Still, the convulsive spasms went on and on.

In the end it was only exhaustion that brought Lilly back to the real
world. She lay on her back panting, her mind a mass of confusion. What had
happened to her? She raised the hand from her lap and held it before her
eyes. It shook uncontrollably.

That day Lilly stumbled on an aspect of her life that was to forever
dominate it. She didn't know it, but she was one of those rare creatures
for whom sex was an almost addictive source of pleasure. Certainly her
physiology was unique. At first, when she had worked out what was happening
to her she thought, that all women were like her. She could not understand
where they developed the will power to deny themselves. How come they were
not all rutting and rolling on the ground at every opportunity. It was
later that year, after much questioning and secret reading that she learned
about frigid women and orgasms and the like and concluded that she was,
perhaps, unusual. However, on the day of her discovery all this was in the
future. She lay on the bed for the longest time in great confusion. She
thought she had committed a crime or sin. Discovered something completely
new. Perhaps she had done herself some harm. This later concern caused her
to slip out of her thin dress and panties and examine herself
carefully. Nothing appeared to be different.

Some time later, after composing herself, she slipped downstairs and out
into the yard. Her aunt reminded her of a few chores she wanted her to
do. Lilly did them, then told he aunt she was going for a walk.

The girl spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the fields that
stretched away from the farm. At the farthest point from her travel she sat
in the open on top of a small grassy, unploughed hill and looked off over
the flat country.

Deliberately she reached down and pulled up her short dress. She looked
down at the white v her panties made between her thin legs and touched
herself. There, after a few small strokes she found the gentle tingle of
pleasure. Clinically she explored herself. In that solitary place, under
the open blue sky, she took off her panties, her shoes and socks then even
her dress and the small thin bra she had just started to wear that
year. The sun, for the first time since she had been a baby, now had
complete access to her. She lay back on the soft grass and wallowed in the
sensation of freedom and pleasure that swept over her. Her hand probed and
caressed between her legs as she opened them wide to the world.

Within moments Lilly again awoke the raging pleasure that would always lay
within her and cry for release. Her brain flooded with pleasure as her
small hips thrust spastically. She did not know how long she lay with the
sun her only lover but when she eventually recovered her senses, she
dressed and trudged weakly home. She was almost late for dinner and when
she sat down to it she surprised everyone with her appetite. Clay, who sat
at the opposite side of the table commented several times on it. He caught
her several times as she regarded him strangely.

The next morning Lilly awoke early with a feeling of great expectation. She
jumped from the bed and dressed quickly. In the kitchen her aunt greeted
her with a smile. "You're up early today. Breakfast is still hot."

Clay and her uncle were still seated at the kitchen table mopping up the
last of the bacon grease with thick slabs of bread. Clay grinned at her,
"Better eat hearty. I think your aunt has some extra chores for you."

"I do not, and don't you tease her, Clay. Sit down and eat this, Lilly."
Her aunt pushed a hot plate of bacon and eggs on to the table and motioned
for Lilly to sit. The girl did not feel hungry. She wanted to run out the
door and explore the world. She felt tingly all over and excitement cursed
though her veins. When she sat down at the table and started to eat she
discovered she was ravenous.

"Lilly!" her aunt admonished. Both her uncle and Clay burst out
laughing. Lilly realized she was wolfing her food down and blushed. She
finished her plate more sedately while the men tossed down he last of their
coffee and rose to go.

"You keep eating like that and your mother won't recognize you when you go
home. Put some real meat on your frame." Her uncle shook his head in
amazement. Over her tilted glass of milk Lilly watched the two men push
through the screen door. Her eyes swept down Clay's muscular back and she
felt the strange tingling again.

"Just dry these dishes, dear, and then you can go out and play. I'm sorry
there aren't some children your age around. It must be very boring for you
here."

"No, Aunt Edith. I'm having a good time." She had told her aunt this
before, but for the first time she was telling the truth. The world was an
exciting place, she thought and she was part of it.

"I talked to your uncle Marty on the phone yesterday. I suggested that he
let Billie come over for a few weeks at least so you could have some
company. They work that poor girl hard all Summer and she could use the
time away too."

Billie was Lilly's cousin. Willimena Burk was the only child of her Uncle
Marty and Aunt Cloris. Lilly didn't like her Uncle Billie. He was a sly
looking, skinny man who talked in a loud voice. Aunt Cloris was a fat,
laughing woman who was prone to hugging. She had only met them a few times
and had only met her cousin, Billie, once and this was several years
ago. Lilly remembered her as a shy, skinny girl who peeked from behind her
mother's fat legs and said not one word.

"Oh no, Aunt Edith, I'm fine." Lilly's heart fell at the suggestion that
she would now have to share what she now felt was going to be an exciting
Summer with a dreary girl who was afraid to talk.

"Nonsense, child, you need some company."  Lilly's Aunt could not see the
pained expression on her niece's face. "Anyway, your Uncle Marty is going
to drive her over from Carlton tomorrow after Supper. Billie's a good child
but she doesn't have it very easy over there." Lilly's Aunt clucked sadly
over the misfortune of Lilly's cousin.

Lilly could see the matter was settled and that no amount of objecting
other than being out right obnoxious, was going to change matters. Spirits
down, she finished drying the dishes then escaped into the early morning
sun.

There was no one in sight. In the distance she could hear her uncle's
ancient tractor puffing away and knew the two men were once again working
at getting the hay in. Lilly sprinted to the barn and climbed into the
loft. The already warm summer day and the smells of the old barn soon
revived her spirits. High in the bales of hay she peered out through the
wide, vertical cracks between the planking. The landscape spread out almost
flat. In the distance, almost at the horizon, a small grassy knoll was the
only feature that stood out. With a start, Lilly realized that it was the
knoll where she had stripped herself naked under the sun. The memory sent a
tingle though her. She hugged herself tightly and tried in her minds eye,
to see herself out there. She realized that at this distance any one would
be almost invisible to the naked eye.

The delicious memory of yesterday afternoon made her shudder. Without
thinking about it she slipped her cotton dress over her head and spread it
on the hay. In another few moments she was once again naked. Her slight
body spread wide and invitingly she lay back on the thin bed she had
prepared. Concentrating on every small sensation she closed her eyes and
ran her fingers over her body. Before she put her dress back on and climbed
down from the loft she had twice brought her thin body to shuddering,
groaning orgasms that all but left her unconscious.

The following day Lilly again sought the loft and released the magnificent
agony from within. Later as she set about doing the small chores her aunt
had set for her, she was aware of a feeling of regret about the pending
arrival of her cousin. How would she be able to escape from the skinny mute
and explore the new excitement that had entered her life. Later that day,
after lunch, she again crept along the barn wall and spied on Clay and when
the hired man's grunting climax came they barely muffled her own soft
moans.

"Well, you haven't grown much, have you?" Her Uncle Marty's loud, nasal
voice made Lilly grit her teeth. The small man ran his eyes over her body
in a way that Lilly did not like.

"Say hello to your cousin, Lilly," Aunt Edith said. Lilly stood at the
bottom of the stairs and swung her eyes from her uncle to her cousin.

Billie had changed. She had grown considerably and Lilly realized that she
was now taller than she was. She was no longer as skinny either. Under the
cotton dress Lilly could see breasts pushing at the thin material.

"Hello." Lilly could feel jealousy starting to replace her resentment.

"Hi." Lilly realized that this was the first word she had ever heard her
cousin speak. A broad smile split the tanned and freckled face. Lilly noted
that her cousin had changed more than physically.

"Well you two go on out and get acquainted. Sit down, Marty. That's a fresh
pot of coffee."

Billie followed Lilly out into the yard. The sun was low in the west but
the day was till warm. "Want to see the chickens?" Lilly asked, in an
effort to start a conversation.

"Hell no! I see too much of chickens," Billie snorted. Lilly laughed at her
cousin's gruff profanity. "What do you do around here?"Billie asked as her
eyes roved over the farm and off to the distant horizon.

"Nothing." Lilly shrugged her shoulders.

"Christ," Billie muttered, looking over her shoulder to check that no one
other than Lilly was within earshot. Her right hand absently scratched her
stomach.

Lilly felt resentful of her cousin's disdain, then she laughed
again. "That's what I thought too, when I got here. Come on, let's go to
the barn." Lilly started off through the dust. Billie watched her for a
second, shook her head then followed.

Inside the barn dust mots danced in the hard shafts of light. Billie strode
down the main isle towards the pen housing the heifers, Billie ten paces
back. "Whose is this?" Lilly stopped at Billie's question. The freckled
girl had opened the tack room door and was looking at the cot and the
clothes hanging on the wall.

"That's Clay's place," Lilly said, coming up and looking past her shoulder.

"Who's Clay?" Billie asked, striding into the middle of the confusion of
the small room and picking up a pair of discarded jeans.

"We shouldn't be in here," Lilly protested, looking hurriedly towards the
big doors. She knew Clay was off with her father at the far end of the
south pasture, but she felt uneasy about being in the room. Her glance fell
on the poorly made bed and she blushed, remembering what she had seen
there.

"Who's Clay? Billie asked the question again, as she dropped the jeans and
turned to her cousin.

"The hired man."

"Is he cute?" Billie had noted the youthful clothes and had assumed that
the hired man was likely to a young man.

"I don't know." Lilly could feel her face turn red.

"You don't, hey!" Billie's face broke into a broad grin. "Guess I'll have
to judge for myself." The girls left the room and a moment later Billie was
scrambling up the ladder to the loft. Lilly right behind her, looked up to
see long legs and the flash of white panties as her cousin scrambled over
the edge of the loft and disappeared from sight.

When Lilly got to the top herself she rolled over to see Billie standing
against the light in the open loft door gazing out across the fields. "We
could go snare gophers." There was a lack of enthusiasm in Billie's voice.

"I don't know how." Lilly had seen countless of the little rodents around
the farm but she didn't know they could be snared.

"Nothing to it." Billie said, picking up a piece of loose hay and chewing
on it.

"What do you do with them?"

"With what?" Billie turned to look at her cousin.

"With the gophers?" Lilly sat on a bale of hay against the wall.

"Don't do nothing with them. Just swing them around until they croak."
Billie whirled her arm around over her head, an imaginary gopher on the end
of a string.

"Ugh." Lilly's lip curled up in distaste. Billie grinned again but said
nothing.

"You got any sisters?" Billie flopped down beside Lilly on the bale, looked
briefly at the wet, chewed end of the piece of hay then put it back in her
mouth.

"No. But I've got a brother."

"Ugh." Billie made the same face that Willie had over the swinging gopher.

"He's not so bad." Willie picked up a piece of hay and examined it before
putting it in her mouth and mimicking her cousin.

"I've got two brother's and I'd trade them both for a sister. Hell! I'd
give them away for nothing." Billie spat on the floor to emphasize her
point. "How old's your brother?", she asked, turning to Lilly.

"Eight." Lilly pulled the straw from her mouth and examined the mushed end.

"Well, just be thankful he's younger than you. Older brother's take a heap
of handling."

Lilly nodded, not sure what Billie meant but thinking that it might be
different if Marty was older and she had to listen to him. She wouldn't
like Marty to boss her around.

"Ralph's seventeen." Billie continued, a distant look in her eyes. Willie
remembered Ralph although she had only seen him once herself, just as she
had only met Billie the one time. "Last month I put a pitch fork into his
leg and he had to go get shots."

Willies mouth dropped open and the straw fell unnoticed on the floor. "What
happened?" she asked.

Billie looked at her and shrugged. "Just trying to take liberties. That's
all. Make him think before he tries that again." Lilly wasn't sure what
that meant but she let the matter drop then.


"What did Ralph do." Lilly whispered to Billie as the girls lay in the dark
under the covers on the big bed later that night.

"He kept trying to grab my titties," Billie said after a long pause.

"What?" Lilly had never heard of such a thing. "He's your brother!" She
tried to get her head around it.

"Make no never mind to him. Been fooling with me for years but if he tries
it again I'll kill him." The hard, determined edge in her cousin's voice
left no doubt in Lilly's mind that her cousin spoke the truth.

For a long moment there was silence then Lilly asked the question that was
on her mind. "How had he been fooling with you?"

Billie did not answer right away then she sighed and said, "You know
touching and stuff and making me do it."

"Do what," Lilly whispered?

"Touch him, you know."

"Why didn't you tell on him?"

"Huh, a lot of good that would do. He'd just lie and they would believe
him. Besides, Pa would probably get the idea too. He's always rubbing up
against me like it was an accident but I know what's on his mind."

Lilly was shocked. "Why do they do it?" Lilly's voice express her outrage.

"Cause it feels really good," Billie laughed. "I didn't mind it at first
when Ralph began fooling with me," she continued after a long silence. "We
would go out in the barn loft and he would get me to take my clothes off
pretending to play at doctors or something. I was curious and when he
touched me it felt kind of nice. Then he'd have me touch him and rub him
until he squirted. I guess it was kind of exciting at first. I was only
eight when he started that."

Lilly lay completely stunned by what her cousin was saying. She could
vividly see in her mind Clay's squirting organ as Billie mentioned what she
had done with her brother. "That must have been awful," she said at last
although she was not certain it was. It sounded rather exciting if a bit
scary.

"Not at first," Billie continued the whispered conversation. "It was
exciting and it made me feel good. I didn't have any one else to play with
at the farm and when we went into the loft he treated me nicer than he did
most of the time."  Billie paused briefly then continued in a whistful way,
"He made me feel really good sometimes when he touched me down there. It
got so I wanted him to do it. He got me doing things to him that I didn't
mind either but when he wanted to stick his thing into me I wouldn't let
him."

There was a long silence and Lilly lay absorbing what her cousin had said.
The conversation and the intimacy of the two in the bed had a strange
effect on her.

"Do you touch yourself down there," Billie eventually broke the silence but
continued before waiting for an answer. "I do, all the time. That's what
Ralph taught me to do. I learned I didn't need him to make me feel good and
he was really getting pushy trying to stick his thing into me. I guess that
pitch fork will take that notion our of his head."

Lilly was flabergasted by her cousin's revelation. She wasn't the only one
who did it. "I touched myself the other day," she said.

"The other day," Billie laughed. "Just once!"

Lilly felt hersef blush in the dark. "I didn't know," she said. "I mean I
just found out how," she stammered.

"Wow, where have you been," Billie whispered. "I guess you need an older
brother to show you the way. They must be good for something after all but
I think I would have discovered it by myself anyway. Just too good to miss,
I should think." After another long pause. "O.K., how did you find out
about it? Honest Injun, now."

After a long embarassed pause, Lilly, with a red face recounted what she
had seen while spying on Clay and the effect this had had on her. She did
not mention that she had done it more than the once in this room. Reliving
the memory made her want to do it again but sharing the room with her
cousin was inhibiting, still her hand stold softly to her groin where she
touched herself lightly.

Billie absorbed what Lilly had said. "I'm going to have to take a peek
though that knot hole too," she finally said. "So, how did it feel when you
did it to yourself? Great wasn't it?"

Lilly though she would never stop blushing around her cousin. "Yes," she
finally whispered.

"Well, once you're bitten you won't be able to stop, take my word for it."

In the silence that followed Lilly felt the gentle regular rustle of sheets
as Billie's hand moved under the cover of blankets and she knew that her
cousin was manipulating herself. "Are you doing it now," she finally asked?

"Yea," Billie's hoarse whisper came back to her.

Lilly, incredibly turned on by what they had talked about and by the fact
that her cousin was brazenly rubbing herself, began to be more uninhibited
about her own actions and started to caress her flesh with abandon. Soon
the bed was shaking gently to the rhythm of their movements and the soft
sighs and grunts they uttered fueled each other. Billie came first, her
hips rising and falling as not so low moans escaped her. This sent Lilly
over the top and she went into convulsive spasms that went on and on.

"Wow," Billie said after Lilly had subsided. "You must have been saving
that up for a long time. I thought you were going to wake up the house."
Her hand reached out and touched Lilly's arm closing around it
softly. "That was nice. I mean sharing it with somebody. I haven't done
that since Ralph and it wasn't as much fun then." Her fingers carressed
Lillys arm. "I think we can be good friends," she said at last, then leaned
over and kissed Lilly gently on the lips. Lilly was not surprised by the
gesture and instead felt a great tenderness. As Billie started to pull away
she reached for her head and held it while she returned a long kiss that
left her trembling.

The girls held each other for a long time their breathing
unsteady. Billie's hands stole to Lilly's waist and gently stroked the soft
flesh through the nighty. Lilly hesitated then reached out herslef to touch
Billie's thigh where her gown had pulled up. For long moments the two
carressed and stroked each other. Billie'eventually stole up to squeeze
Lilly's small breast bringing a gasp from her. She lay in bliss enjoying
the shared intimacy her own hand stealing slowly up to cup her cousin's
breast.

"Wait," Billie suddenly said, sitting up. Lilly though she had heard
someone coming and pulled back in fright but Billie quickly pulled the
nighty over her head and snuggled back down beside Lilly.  She found
Lilly's hand and brought it back to her breast and slipped her own under
the gown to cup Lilly's. "That feels nice," Billie moaned as Lilly found
her hand kneeding the soft flesh.

Soon the two were nuzzling and kissing each other with long sighs. Hands
roamed and explored. Billie's was the first to find a home in the warm nest
between Lilly's thighs. Her fingers found the slick warm home and both
girls shuddered at the touch. Gentle, curious touches soon had Lilly's head
spinning. Billie's other hand found Lilly's and brought it to her own
flesh, holding it there until Lilly too began to explore with her
fingers. The two became one, lost in the sensation of their own and the
other's body. Gentle touches, thrusts and moans became mingled in ever
hightening sensations. When the release came it was simultaneous. The girls
gasped and crushed their bodies together. Lilly came to her senses slowly
to find Billie gently nuzzling and kissing her breast.

"Well, that was the best ever," Billie finally exhalled. "I never thought
it could be like that."

Lilly was too ovewhelmed to speak and reluctant to break the spell.  She
never did and the next thing she knew the old rooster was crowing at the
hen house and early light was coming in through the window. She turned her
head and found her cousin looking into her eyes a faint smile on her
lips. The blue eyes twinkled in the freckled face. "Sleep well," she asked?

Recollection of the previous night flooded through Lilly and she felt her
face turn red. Billie laughed. "Yea. Wasn't it great?" she said reading her
cousin's face. She reached out quickly and cupped Lilly's breast gently
before leaning over to plant a quick kiss on her lips.

Before Lilly could react the slim girl sprang out of bed, still naked from
the night before, her nighty on the floor where she had thrown it. "Lets
get the day started," Billie said, rooting in the clothes she had hung on
the chair the night before. "I'm sure we can find something interesting to
do today. Certainly don't want to miss the Clay show if it's on."

"It's so early," Lilly said. "Come back to bed for a while." She could feel
her face turn red again.

"Time for that later," Billie laughed. "Not to much later though," she
said, leaning over the bed to squeeze Lilly's breast lightly. "I heard
everybody get up so breakfast must be just about ready and I worked up a
real appetite last night," she winked. "Come on, sleepy head."

By the time the two got dressed and down stairs the men were just cleaning
up the last of their breakfast. "You two are up early," Clay said.

"Sit down and have your milk," aunt Edith said. "I'll have bacon and eggs
ready in a minute."

After the girls had wolfed down their food and sprang out the door to do
the chores aunt Edith watched them run down the path together and
smiled. "They certainly seem to have hit it off," she mumbled to herself.

Lilly and Bobbie fed the chickens, put the old milking cow, now dry and
waiting to be bred again, out to pasture. After some quick shoveling they
had the barn clean enough to suit Billie. "Come on", she cried springing
towards the ladder rungs on the wall leading to the loft.

When Lilly stuck her head through the loft opening Billie was grinning at
her expectently, her feet spread and her arms crossed across her
chest. "What do you want to do," Lilly asked, scrambling up.

Billie stepped close and put her hands on Lilly's shoulder and pulled her
to her. The grin on her face dissolved into a smile and then into something
else. She leaned over and kissed Lilly gently on the lips. In a moment
Lilly found herself arrdently returning the kiss. The two girls clung
tightly to each other, eyes closed savouring the sensation. Lilly felt the
small soft tongue search through her lips and she opened her mouth wide to
accept it. Billie's hands stole down to Lilly's buttocks and pulled her
tightly against her, grinding her loins against her newly discovered
friend. When Billie finally pulled back to gaze into Lilly's eyes both
girls were breathing hevily from passion and shortness of breath.

"Quick," Billie panted clutching at her cotton dress and pulling it over
her head. Her shoes, panties and small bra quickly followed. Lilly watched
her friend rapidly disrobe and stood eyes wide as the slim, freckled figure
finally stood before her, naked except for small, white ankle socks.

Still dressed Lilly reached out her hands and touched the small nipples, so
like her own then gently cupped the small mounds. Billie shuddered and ran
her hands down over her belly to the barest whisp of pale, red hair that
sat above the juncture of her legs. Lilly followed the hands with her
eyes. This was the flesh she had touched the night before but had not seen
closely. Suddenly, lacking all inhibition, she dropped to her knees in the
loose hay and gazed at the sight before her. When she reached out Billie
took her hands away and spread her legs. The plump flesh yielded to Lilly's
trembling touch. Billie shuddered and closed her eyes as Lilly's probing
fingers explored this new wonder.

"Hurry, come here," Billie finally cried out pulling away and grabbing up
her discarded clothes. She turned and ran into the further recesses of the
loft her slim legs and small round buttocks flashing in the beams of light
that came through the cracks in the walls.

Lilly rose from her knees still trembling from her emotions and followed
Billie slowly to where she was spreding her dress out on a large bale of
hay. When Lilly came up she turned to her and undid the button at the neck
of her cotton dress and pulled it slowly over her head. While Lilly stood
unmoving she reached around and unfasted the small bra, letting it fall to
the scattered hay. She ran her hands tenderly over the small breasts
briefly before shuddering slightly and lowering her hands to the cotton
panties. Falling to her knees she pulled the slight garment down slowly.

Lilly had less hair than the younger girl. Only a few silky strands, darker
than Billie's, graced her loins. Billie rand her hand over these gently,
drawing a low moan from Lilly. Lilly's flesh was also different. The inner
folds of lips protuded well beyond the mound. Billie ran her finger over
these slowly drawing a thin thread of fluid with her that shimmered,
stretched then broke in the golden light.

With a soft moan of passion Billie pulled the pale loins to her and planted
a hungry mouth against the yielding flesh. Instinctively, Lilly arched her
back and pulled Billie's head against her. Billie found the warm slick
heart of her friend. The gentle musk was similar to her own which she was
familiar with. Her tongue caressed and explored urgently while Lilly's hips
began a slow, rythmic pulse.

"Yes! yes!" Lilly's soft moans became louder until they became a convulsive
shout and she exploded. For long moments the she stood, head thrown back as
waves of pleasure coursed through her. Not for a moment did Billie cease
her licking and sucking and only when Lilly released the hold on her head
did she raise her eyes to the other girl, her mouth a wet smear and a look
of intense desire in her eyes.

Wordlessly, Billie took Lily's hand and led her the the make shift bed her
dress made on the hay bale. She sat down then lay back, her legs spread and
an urgent appealing look on her face. She held on to Lilly's hand until the
other girl leaned forward and planted a kiss on the freckled
stomach. Slowly Lilly's tongue trailed down from the navel to the small
tuft of red hair. Her fingers spread the plump outer lips to expose the
pink inner ones glistening wetly. She found the button she knew brought so
much pleasure to herself and slid her thumb over it. Billie's hip thrust up
in response.

Slowly, tentatively, Lilly responded to the unspoken request and lowered
her mouth to the wetness. The smell and taste were exhilerating. Her tongue
softly carressed the petals and the stiff little button. All too soon
Billie grunted and spasmed. Deep wordless grunts accompanied the rapid
thrusting of her hips. As the spasms lessened Billie gently pushed Lilly's
still questing mouth away from her now too sensitive flesh. Lilly crawled
up beside her cousin and pulled her softness towards her. Their small
breasts were crushed together as they looked in each others eyes without
speaking. Billie pulled Lilly's face towards her and kissed the wet lips,
tasting her own juices.

The two lay for a long time holding each other and savouring the
moment. Finally Billie opened her eyes to see Lilly smiling at her. "You
liked that, hey?" Lilly only nodded sheepishly, the grin still on her
face. "Well, mabe we should get dressed. That scream of yours may have your
uncle and Clay on the way back from the south pasture to see who was being
murdered."

"I didn't scream."

"You didn't, hey.  `Yes! Yes! Yessss!!'" Billie's mocking imitation made
Lilly blush.

"Yea, well how about, `Ugh, Ugh, Ugh.'" Lilly's imitation made Billie
laugh. "Yea that was pretty great all right. Honestly, I've never felt
anything like that." There was a whistful wonderment in her voice.

"Me to." Lilly confirmed. "I mean it felt wonderful but what was best was
making you feel good. I enjoyed that lots."

"I know," Billie concurred her hand roaming over a soft breast and flowing
lower to find the wet nest. Lilly followed suit and for a while the two
girls gently fondled each other. When Billie felt Lilly start to get
excited again she reluctently pulled her hand away. "I think we'd better
get dressed. We can save this for tonight if you promise not to scream and
wake up the house," she teased.

The girls found their scattered clothes and shook the hay from them and
brushed it from their hair. "Don't forget, " Billie said, "We have the
promised Clay-show after lunch today.

For the rest of the morning the girls ran about the property checking out
the farm buildings. The never seeming to tire of taking every opportunity
to fondle each other or steal a slow kiss.

After lunch, during which the girls had a hard time not looking at Clay and
feeling they would explode in giggles, they watched the hired man trudge to
the barn for his `Short lie down'. They gave him several minutes then they
to strolled cassually towards the chicken coop before turning and
scrambling to the far barn entrance.

Silently on their runners they stole to the side of Clay's room. Lilly
pointed to the knot hole she had been using as a peep hole and Billie knelt
silently to put an eye to it. While Lilly could see nothing she soon heard
the soft, regular squeel of the bed springs through the thin pine
boards. Billie kept her eye strained on the action until well after the
soft grunts told Lilly that Clay had found his release. She wished she
could have seen him squirt but she had seen it already and this was
Billie's turn. Eventually Billie rose softly and the two crept from the
Barn silently.

"Did you see it?" Lilly caught up to her cousin who was running and
laughing across the field.

"Sure did. That was some prize. A lot bigger than Ralph's." Lilly had
forgotten that Billie had seen this sight before. "Lot more stuff
too. Looked kind of messy. Still, it was pretty exciting. How would you
like to have that thing pushed into you?"

"No thanks" Lilly said but she found the idea strangely exciting. "Must
hurt like the devil," she finally observed.

"The first time, I guess," Billie said. "I guess you get stretched out and
used to it pretty quick. That's what I heard."

"Who told you that."

"Ralph. He's the expert on `Doing it' she said, sarcastically. "Said it
wouldn't hurt and stuck his finger in me to prove it. It hurt like hell and
I bled. He just laughed and said it was nothing. Nothing to him. Still the
next time he did it it didn't hurt and I didn't bleed. It felt O.K. but
nothing great. Course his thing was bigger than his finger and I wouldn't
go for that, much as he tried and begged. I'd just rub his thing while he
begged and he'd squirt his stuff and that seemed to satisfy him for a
while."

The girls continued walking over the pasture as they talked. In the
distance the could see the tractor and mower moving through the hay field
and hear the soft throb of the engine. "See that hill over there." Lilly
pointed to the small mound in the distance.

"Un, huh," Lilly nodded squinting in the sun.

"That's where I went when I found about doing it," she blushed again. "You
know, touching myself.

"You can't keep calling it `It.'" Lilly laughed. "How about rubbing
yourself off, or feeling yourself up. That's what Ralph called it. When we
did it he said he made me cum or I made him cum., You know, that really
good feeling at the end that sends sparks all over you."

"Cum," Lilly said feeling the word slide over her tongue. So inadequate a
word for what it described. Lilly was becoming a real education to her. "I
like to cum," she said, emphatically.

Willie laughed out loud. "You're a real card, you know. Anyway, what about
that hill out there."

Lilly told her about her afternoon after seeing Clay and finding release
for the first time. About walking to the hill, stripping naked in the
sunlight and exploring herself until she `cummed' again.

"I think it's `came'." Billie said, smiling. "You came again."

"I sure did," Lilly said almost whimsically and smiled back.

The girls soon found themselves on the edge of a draw that contained a line
of willow brushes fed by runoff. When they dropped down in they were out of
sight of the farm house and the distant tractors. Long, uncut grass
bordered the trees and banks. "I'd like to see you naked in the sun,"
Billie said, pulling Lilly to her. Lilly stood stock still as Billie
undressed her as she had that morning. This time she was much slower at it,
dragging out each step. When she was finished Lilly stood before her more
naked than she had been that morning as she had removed her socks as
well. Billie Gazed at her warmly and walked around her as though inspecting
a recruit. "You know," she finally said, "You're kind of cute." She cupped
a small breast tenderly. "I like your tits." She strolled around to the
side and only removed her hand to put it on her buttocks. "I like your
ass." Then again around to the front. "I like your legs, she said running a
hand slowly up Lilly's thigh. "And I love this," she said cupping the nest
between her legs.

Lilly shivered at the touch. ""This", what is "this," Lilly said pointing
to herself and reminding Billie that if `it' was inadeqaute to describe
cumming then `this' was equally obtuse.

"This is your pussy my dear, your cunt.  I love your cunt."

Lilly had heard the word in the shool yard and knew what it meant. Hearing
it before had always shocked her but this time she found it's use
exciting. "And I love your's," she whispered leaning forward to be
kissed. As Billie fell to her knees her kiss trailed down over Lilly's
breast and down across her stomach. She pulled at Lily's knees until she
was forced to flop down on the grass. She lay on her stomach in the long
grass between Lilly's legs and gazed at the treasure her fingers spread
before her. Again the moisture from Lilly's excitement glistened on the
pink flesh. She ran her finger through this and poked it at the small
opening that barely hinted at its existence. It opened easitly under her
touch and she searched within feeling the warmth and the pulsing flesh
sucking at her finger.

"Rub it. Kiss it." Lilie moaned in urgency.

"Kiss what," Billie asked, her voice husky.

"Kiss my cunt! Kiss my cunt! Lilly cried in frustration.

Billied lowered her face to the spread lips. She sucked in the delicate
petals. Her tongue moved from the hard, bold button to the small
opening. She was able to fold her tongue into a tube and force it
inside. She went through all of these steps repeatedly. She found her face
awash in juices, her own saliva and the moisture she was milking from
Lilly.

Lilly's thrusting hips became more spastic. Billie had a hard time keeping
her face plastered to its target. "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Lilly
shouted over and over. She quite her thrusting and only shivers and spasms
remained to indicate the waves of pleasure that continued to soar through
her. Billie could feel the internal spasms on her tongue. And she continued
to suck and lick as her friend's orgasm showed no signs of abating. At last
Lilly's moans and pulses began to ease and subsided slowly over several
minutes. When they stopped Billie at last released her grip and raised her
wet face. She gazed into her cousins slack face for long minutes with
comple awe.

When Lilly finally opened her eyes weakly she looked as though she was
confused about where she was. "Now that was some `cum'," Billie said the
awe apparent in her voice.

"Sshh," Lilly whispered. "I don't want to talk." She put her hand on
Billies thigh and lay back in the grass with closed eyes. Billie watched
her tenderly and ran her hand across her forehead where the tiniest beads
of sweat glistened in the sun.

It was long minutes before Lilly opened her eyes and smiled."Yea, that was
some cum," she affirmed in a whisper. Almost staggering she got to her feet
and awkwardly dressed.

"I wish I could come like that," Billie said, sitting on the grass and
chewing on a stem while Lilly struggled to put on her shoes.

"I thought we were going to wait until tonight to do that," Lilly said,
sounding exhausted.

"If you make noises like that at night in the house we'll have to run away
to Africa or something. Jeez."

"I know. It scares me. You know, I mean I lose control and everything and
it just comes out and I can't stop it. I don't even care what happens just
so the feeling goes on."

"And on, and on, and on." Jeez, I didn't think you were ever going to come
down.

"You have to stop touching me for it to stop," Lilly said. "I can't help it
if you don't."

"What? And miss the show! Come on we had better get back."

"What about you?" Lilly suddenly realized that Billie had not had release.

"Forget about me. Tonight will be soon enough. I think my place is in the
house and yours is out here in the wild prairie where you can howl like the
coyotes without giving yourself away."

As the two girls strolled hand in hand back to the farm house Uncle ralph
watched them with a smile. "Those two seem to have become bosom buddies in
a hurry," he noted to Clay. "Guess they'll keep each other out of trouble."

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