The following afternoon, when June's basket weaving class had ended, Mimsy Colberg remained behind while the other girls ran down to the lake for their swimming lessons. She sat in the same spot she'd occupied without moving once during the whole class, her eyes downcast at the rattan she was weaving around wicker supports. She was so quiet that for the first few minutes, as she cleaned up after the rest of the girls and settled her materials in their proper places, June was not even aware the girl was still there. It startled her a bit when she turned and suddenly confronted her.
"Why – Mimsy!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know you were still here! You scared the life out of me!"
"I'm sorry, June," the girl murmured, her eyes still concentrating on her basketwork.
"The class is over now, you know," June reminded her.
"Yes, I know."
"Well – shouldn't you be down at the lake, with the other girls?"
"No," she murmured, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "I've been excused from swimming today."
"Why?" June asked, before thinking.
"For the same reason I'll also be excused the rest of the week," the girl said, with the trace of a smile. "It's that time of the month. My mother used to say, 'My little friend is paying me a visit.'. Corny, isn't it? I mean, why couldn't she just come right out and say, 'Don't bother me, I'm having my period.'? It would've been so much more honest, don't you think?"
"Well," June smiled, "I guess people weren't always as frank with each other as they are today. Especially young people. Your mother and I both grew up in different ages, when people felt different ways about things than they do today."
"Oh, you're not like my mother!" Mimsy proclaimed earnestly, looking up directly into June's face for the first time. "You're not old, June. You're young and – beautiful."
"But I did grow up in a different age than you're growing up in, Mimsy," she explained. "Even though I'm only about five years older than you are, in this day and age five years means a lot. More than it ever used to. I think what I'm trying to say is that I can understand more easily the way your mother, for instance, or mine, for that matter, would think about a certain thing than I can understand the way someone of your age would think about the same thing. I guess that links me more with the past than with the future."
"That's nonsense!" Mimsy laughed. "You're as young as I am, and I'm as old as you are. We're the same age, really, when it comes to important things. I hardly know you, but I feel I could talk to you about things I'd never be able to talk to my mother about, even today, as grown up as I am."
"As grown up as you are," June thought with a tender smile as she stared into the girl's eyes. "I hope you'll always feel you know all there is to know about life… and never have to experience any of the really horrible parts of living that do make little girls grow up."
"Things like… sex, for instance," Mimsy continued.
"Oh! Sex!" June raised her eyebrows in a mock gesture of shock. "Tsk-tsk-tsk," she clucked. "That subject! Well, if we're going to talk about s-e-x, we'd better not talk out here where the birds and bees might overhear us. They might laugh at what we think we know. How about helping me carry some of these things back to my cabin, as long as you're not going swimming?"
"Sure!" A bright, suddenly radiant smile broke across the girl's face and she was instantly on her feet, ready to help. "I'd be glad to, June. What can I do?"
"Well, how about you taking that large sack with the rattan coils and I'll take the rest? Do you think you can manage it?"
"Oh, sure!" Mimsy smiled, moving quickly toward the sack and lifting it with both hands. "I'm a lot stronger than I look. Just 'cause I'm little, it doesn't mean I'm weak."
"No, I can see that," June grinned. "Okay then, let's go."
"June?"
"Yes?"
"As long as we're going to your cabin," the girl murmured, "do you mind if I save what I want to ask you until we get there? I mean, it's kind of serious and – well – I'd like to have your complete attention."
"Don't you think I could give you my complete attention while we're walking?" June smiled.
The girl's cheeks colored quickly with embarrassment. "Oh, of course! I didn't mean that! I just thought it would be – better. But if you've got something else to do and I'd just be in the way…"
"No," June interrupted quickly, seeing the bright sparkle start to dim in the girl's eyes. "I was just teasing you, silly! I don't have anything else planned until dinner and I'd love to sit and relax while we talk for a while."
"Oh!" The smile and the brightness in Mimsy's eyes returned almost instantly.
"You see?" June said, returning the smile. "I told you. Sometimes your generation and mine just don't understand one another!" She hefted a basket filled with her class materials, dropped her purse on top of it, and started across the clearing and through the little thicket of woods that led to her cabin. She knew it would be empty at that hour – Pat had a class of her own in another part of the camp and wouldn't be back for at least two hours – and welcomed the chance of talking with Mimsy in private. She knew that if Pat were going to be in the cabin any conversation between Mimsy and herself would have been impossible. In the first place, she was sure the girl wouldn't feel comfortable about confiding to June in Pat's presence. She'd probably clam up tight and keep whatever was troubling her inside. In the second place, June knew she couldn't predict with any certainty how Pat would react. In the black mood she seemed to be in that morning, anything might be possible. In her anger and bitterness and – possibly, too – her jealousy, she might be more careless with her tongue than she would mean to be and say something in a sarcastic crack that would let Mimsy know what the situation was between them. The last thing June wanted was for anyone at the camp to know that she and Pat had once been lovers.
To June's way of thinking, the whole involvement with Pat had been a regrettable situation which never should have been started in the first place and which now, fortunately, seemed to be finally ending. She knew that after last night she wanted nothing more to do with Pat, either as a sexual lover or as a friend. She'd been stunned by the display of cruelty Pat had shown and the ruthless use of blackmail to force her into submission.
When Pat left the cabin to go to breakfast, the two girls had spoken no more than two words to each other, and those had been unintentional on both parts. Bumping into each other by accident, one had muttered, "Sorry," and the other, "Okay." Both girls had deeply regretted even that much personal contact. As soon as Pat was gone, June had frantically searched through her belongings for the letters she'd written her the previous year. Although she went through everything Pat had in the cabin, there were no letters to be found. June reasoned that either Pat had lied about keeping the letters and they no longer existed, or she had kept them home with her other packed, things from college. In either case, she thought with relief, there was no immediate danger of having Pat send any of those damning letters to Gary or her parents.
Unless, she suddenly thought as she made her way to the lodge for breakfast, Pat had hidden the letters in some secret place June didn't know about. As the danger of being exposed as a lesbian to those she loved most in the world reasserted itself, she felt an icy chill run down her spine and for a second it seemed as though her legs were going to buckle under her. She stopped and caught her breath, but as she continued toward the lodge her footsteps were a bit heavier than they'd been only moments before. She realized that all she could do was hope – if not pray – Pat would never do anything with the love letters if they still existed.
"Oh this is lovely, June!" Mimsy exclaimed, as she opened the door of the cabin and stepped inside behind June.
"It's a dump!" June laughed. "The only thing it lacks is a trapdoor and a dungeon!"
"It's not bad at all," Mimsy insisted. "It's sure a lot better than the cabin where we sleep!"
"You'd better not spread that around," June chuckled, "or Mrs. Marchant might be in big trouble with your parents. For the price she charges your parents to send you girls up here for the summer, she wants them to think you're all living in the lap of luxury. They might not like it if they found out the 'help' lives better than you do!"
"I'll keep it a secret!" Mimsy giggled.
"Drop that sack down over there by the window," June said. "You're going to have muscles like Popeye if you stand around holding it much longer."
Mimsy quickly obeyed and put the sack down on the floor. Then, seeming suddenly nervous, she dropped her head and looked down at her nervously tapping foot. She seemed to be withdrawing into herself once again, as she had during the class and immediately afterwards, before she and June had begun to talk.
"Why don't you sit down?" June suggested. As Mimsy crossed the room toward a straight-backed, wooden chair, she quickly shook her hand to stop her. "Not there, honey! That's got to be the second most uncomfortable chair in the whole world! That one," she said, nodding toward a second chair in the other corner, "is number one!"
"Where should I sit, then?" Mimsy asked in a soft murmur.
"On the bed, of course! The one on the left's mine. Just settle down and make yourself comfortable."
As the girl crossed the room to June's bed, she seemed hesitant about sitting down on it, in the way a guest with black grease all over his clothes would feel reluctant to sit down on his hostess's fine antique furniture. Her eyes darted back and forth from June's face to the bed as she sat down on the very edge of it, her back stiff and her body rigid. She seemed almost afraid of making herself too comfortable.
"It's not that hard, is it?" June laughed, glancing at the girl's strange posture. "I know it sometimes feels like it's made of bricks when I'm sleeping on it, but I didn't know it felt like that to sit, too!"
"Oh, no! No! It's fine!" Mimsy insisted. "It's a very comfortable bed."
"Yes, I can tell by the way you're sitting on it!" June mocked. "For Pete's sake, you're not going to break the springs if you make yourself comfortable! Kick your shoes off; put your feet up! Relax a little bit." She suspected the girl was nervous being in the counselors' cabin, with its atmosphere of authority and the reminder that they were not really equals, for all Mimsy's earlier protestations to the contrary. She wanted to dispel that atmosphere as quickly as possible and make the girl feel at her ease. She welcomed the thought of having a close friend for the summer among the girls. Mimsy was a bright, intelligent young woman; it would be interesting to get to know her better. With Pat behaving as she was and making things so difficult, June knew she had better look elsewhere for a summer friend. She had hopes that Mimsy would prove to be that friend. Someone she could talk to – about Gary, her family, her worries about her future once she graduated from college, anything that two friends talk about. It would make the coming months pass so much more nicely, she thought, having a friend like that.
"That's much better!" she smiled, as she watched the girl finally break down and settle herself comfortably at the foot of the bed. "Why don't you grab that pillow and put it behind your back, too? I'll use the one on Pat's bed. She'll never know, if I fluff it up again before she gets back!" They giggled together, already starting to share friend-type confidences.
"Now I'm afraid I might be going to shock you a little," June warned with a little chuckle, as she opened the drawer on the table between the two beds and took out a pack of cigarettes. "I know Mrs. Marchant likes to have you girls think your Big Sisters are as pure as the driven snow and haven't a bad habit among them, but I've been dying for a smoke all afternoon!" She put the filter tip into her mouth and quickly struck a match to light it. "So now," she murmured as she breathed a thick cloud of smoke up from her lungs, "I guess you've got two secrets on me. My cabin's more comfortable than yours and I'm a nicotine fiend!"
"Then it's only fair if I give you a secret on me," Mimsy smiled. "I've been dying for a smoke for two days!"
"Oh, you poor thing!" June laughed. She fished the cigarette pack back out of the drawer and offered it to the girl. "Mrs. Marchant would have a heart attack if she saw me doing this, but here. Have one, please."
Mimsy reached for the cigarette without hesitation. She put it gratefully into her mouth and inhaled the welcome smoke far into her lungs as soon as June offered her a light. As June had hoped it would, the cigarette being offered and accepted seemed to seal the last bond on their friendship and provide the break-through she'd been searching for to make them equals at last. She could almost see the change in Mimsy as she relaxed completely, accepting June as her friend now.
"Boy, that's good!" she sighed, blowing another puff of smoke through her nostrils.
"It's not, really," June told her, "but I'd be the last one in the world to start giving you a lecture on the evils of smoking. People who live in glass houses, you know."
"I'm glad you're not going to lecture me," Mimsy smiled. "I think it might spoil something if you did."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, it would remind me that you're my counselor, when I want to think of you as my friend."
June felt such a rush of sudden warmth toward the girl run through her that her hand reached as though by instinct to hold Mimsy's and squeeze her fingers in a bond of friendship and affection.
"I'm so glad you said that," she said softly. "Because it's just how I've been hoping you'd feel toward me. I want us to be friends, too."
"Really?" Mimsy's eyes were glistening with an excited brightness.
"Really," June told her, squeezing her hand once again. She was a little surprised by the strength of the grip she found holding her own hand in return. Mimsy hadn't exaggerated at all, she thought, when she said she was small but strong. It wasn't just the power behind the grip, though. June sensed something else in the close touch of their hands together. Some strange little tingle, like electricity, that seemed to be flowing back and forth from Mimsy's body to her own…
"I think this would be a good time for us to have our talk, June," the girl said in a soft murmur, her eyes holding firmly to June's.
"Okay…"
"It's about what happened to me the first night we got here," Mimsy began. "What Roxanne did to me, I mean."
"Oh." As a strangely uncomfortable feeling suddenly settled in her stomach, June moved to pull her hand free of the girl's. Mimsy's fingers tightened in response, refusing the contact to be broken. "What – uh – what do you want to talk to me about it?"
"It's – the way I feel about it. Now, I mean, after I've had two days to think about it."
"It would be better if you would try to forget about it completely," June said gently. "Put it out of your mind and don't think about it at all."
"I've tried to, but I can't. I keep thinking about it all the time."
"Well, that's only natural, I guess," June tried to explain. "You had a terrible shock and it must have been an awful experience for you, but in time…"
"Oh, no!" Mimsy quickly interrupted, squeezing more tightly to June's hand. "That's not what I mean at all. I don't think about the bad part of it; I've gotten over that."
"Then – what?"
"Well," Mimsy lowered her eyes slightly, "I told you that I'm more grown up than I might look. I know what a lesbian is."
"You do?" June tried once again to pull her hand free and this time the girl's fingers slowly relaxed their pressure and let her. She puffed nervously on her cigarette, her eyes darting anxiously away from direct contact with Mimsy, as she asked, "Just what do you know?"
"I know that a lesbian is a woman who makes love to another woman. Like Roxanne did to me, I mean. With her mouth."
A sharp tingle of excitement shot through June's body as the words registered their image in her mind. She'd suspected what had happened between the two girls, but this was her first confirmation that forcible cunnilingus had been performed on Mimsy by Roxanne. Although she was horrified by the images running through her mind, June could not dispel them. She saw Mimsy spread naked on the ground at night, her legs torn apart, her feminine softness open and vulnerable to Roxanne's ruthless lust. What must she have tasted like, June wondered? Was there much hair around her cunt, to tickle her nose the way Pat's pubic bush always did? Had Roxanne stayed down on the girl and tongued her until she came on her mouth? Was her sexual juice as bitter-tasting as Pat's…?
"What's wrong with me?" her mind suddenly shrieked. "Why am I thinking these things? You'd almost think that – I wanted her for myself!" A cold shudder ran down her spine as she realized there was more truth in the remark than she cared to admit. She was finding herself sexually drawn to the younger girl, in spite of everything that had happened between Pat and herself in the past two days and all her vows that this part of her life was finished for good. She did want Mimsy. She had wanted her and known it in the darkest part of her mind from the moment their hands had touched together in that tight locking of fingers.
"There's a lot more to being a lesbian than just making love to another woman, Mimsy," she explained softly, still not daring to make direct eye-contact with the girl. "It's a whole way of life. It's as much of a commitment to a life style as it is to get married. To a man, I mean."
"Do you mean that lesbians actually marry each other?" the girl asked in awe.
"Well," June smiled nervously, "I've never heard of it being done legally, but I guess a lot of lesbian women fall in love with each other and want to share their lives together, yes."
"Then there's nothing really wrong with it? I mean, with being a lesbian."
June couldn't help swallowing hard before she answered. She knew the girl had seen her gulp and probably was wondering why her questions were causing such a reaction, but June couldn't control herself. How to answer her, she wondered, without sounding like the biggest hypocrite of all time? How to steer this trusting young girl in the right direction at a crucial turning point in her life, where the wrong decision might ruin every chance of future happiness for her, when all of her own instincts were urging her further and further toward a physical seduction?
June knew very well that a few moments of reckless foolishness on her part might not be interpreted in the same way by the girl. What for her would be nothing more than an experiment to appease a momentary hunger might be for Mimsy the most crucial few minutes of her life. Any latent tendencies toward lesbianism as a sexual way of life might be wakened and roused to full life in an irreversible course. And yet to not respond if Mimsy made an advance might result in drawing the girl deeper into her shell and possibly forcing her into a heterosexual life that she was neither sexually nor emotionally able to deal with. It would be as much a tragedy to insist upon a lesbian way of life for a girl who was basically heterosexual in needs as it would be in the reverse. June had read many case histories in her psychology courses at college of married women with children who couldn't stand the touch of a man, but had submerged their true lesbian emotions and needs in a heterosexual disguise because it was what society demanded of them. She also knew that with the advent of women's liberation and the public confessions by many notable females of a bi-sexual, if not outright lesbian nature, it was becoming less of a public stigma to lead a deviant sex life. In the next ten years or so, many attitudes were going to change and, possibly, one day it might make no difference what a person did in bed. If Mimsy chose a lesbian life style, she might find the world more accepting of her than that world would be for June, today. She knew well enough what damage her letters to Pat would cause in her personal life if they were ever to be revealed. Where she came from and among the people she knew and loved most, sexual liberation still had a long way to go.
"I-I don't know what to say, Mimsy," she admitted at last. "Why do you ask if there's anything wrong with being a lesbian?"
Without blinking an eye, without hesitation for even an instant, the girl answered, "Because I think I'm one."
"What?" She couldn't help her mouth from dropping slightly open. The admission had come as such a shock to her that for a few moments she didn't know how to deal with it and stammered helplessly for words. Then, as though to make the whole idea seem preposterous, she laughed nervously and exclaimed, "Why, I've never heard anything so ridiculous! Just because of one experience…"
"Oh, no!" Mimsy swore, interrupting her. "It's not just that one experience. I've felt this way for a long, long time, but I never did anything about it."
June stubbed out her smoked-down cigarette in the ashtray and reached immediately for another. Her hands were trembling slightly as she held a lit match to the end of her smoke, billowing a thick cloud out from her nostrils the instant the cigarette was lit.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" she asked softly. "What do you mean, you've felt this way for a long time?"
"I have," the girl insisted. "But there was never anyone I could talk to about it. Like I told you before, my mother would faint if I even mentioned the subject to her. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't even know what a lesbian is!"
"Why do you feel you can talk to me, then?" June asked with hesitation.
"Well – because you know about what happened to me," she explained. "I don't think I'd ever have dared bring the subject up, even with you, if you didn't already know what Roxanne did to me."
"I see," June murmured with relief. Apparently she was still playing the role of Big Sister in the girl's mind and Mimsy had no real suspicions about June's own sex life, as she'd feared at first. "I'm sorry for interrupting; please go on – if you want to."
"I do, June," the girl said earnestly. "I really want to talk to you about how I feel, because I think you'll understand."
"All right," she answered with a little gulp. "I'll try to, anyway."
"Well, these feelings, I'm talking about – I've had them for a long time. I mean, I'd look at some of the girls in school when we got undressed for gym class and I'd feel this funny kind of tingle running all through me. Like I wanted to reach out and – touch them, I guess."
"Do you mean touch in a sexual way?"
"No, not at first. I didn't even think about the sex side of it at first. I just wanted to touch those other girls. Touch their skin. Run my hands over their breasts and feel their nipples. Put my fingers between their legs and feel if their hair down there was as soft as mine. Not to start anything sexual, but just to feel them. It's hard to explain, but do you know what I mean?"
"I – think so…"
"It was just wanting to make contact with them, I guess. To just touch them and say, 'Feel me, too. We're both beautiful, so why don't we enjoy each other's body?'. Like that."
June couldn't help smiling. The girl's declaration of her own beauty had come so naturally, so innocently as a simple statement of fact, that she couldn't be faulted in the least for vanity. It was the truth. She was beautiful. Almost breathtakingly so, June thought; especially with the sunlight streaming through the window behind her like that and sending off sparks of brightness from the blonde of her curly hair. The light formed a sort of halo around her head, making her face seem even more angelic.
"Why are you smiling at me?" she asked. "Am I making a fool of myself?"
"No, of course not," June insisted. "I was just thinking how easily you said you're beautiful and how nice it was that you didn't sound like you were in love with yourself when you said it. It's true, of course, but a lot of beautiful girls spoil their looks by their vanity."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful, June?" she murmured.
"Yes, I do."
"I think you're beautiful, too. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole camp."
Even as the words were coming from Mimsy's lips, June could see the danger lights starting to flash bright red in her mind. It seemed her suspicions of a few minutes ago were coming true. The girl was going to force her into a situation where she had to make a choice. And yet, even knowing this, she couldn't bring herself to end the conversation at that point and divert the matter entirely. She was flattered that the girl found her as attractive as she found Mimsy herself. Flattered and, she had to admit, sexually excited at the thought that she could have the girl in bed if she wanted her.
"When I was in school," Mimsy continued, "there was an older girl in the senior class who looked so much like you. I always thought she was so beautiful. She was the one I wanted most to touch, but I never had the nerve to even speak to her. I used to watch her when we had gym class together and when she undressed I used to get such strong feelings inside my stomach that it almost made me throw up. I realized after a while that it was because I-I wanted her. I mean, I wanted to do to her what Roxanne did to me the other night. I wanted to make love to her with my mouth."
"But you never did?"
"No! Of course not!" Mimsy laughed. "I wouldn't have dared even suggest it! I was so naive that I thought I'd invented such a thing all by myself! I thought that nobody else in the world had ever thought of such a thing but me! A while later, after that girl had graduated and it was too late to do anything, I found out that there were lots of women who did just what I dreamed of doing. I even found out there were some lesbians right in school. Not just the kids, I mean, but even two of the teachers."
"Did you ever do anything with any of those girls – or the teachers?" June asked.
"Lord, no!" she exclaimed. "But it wasn't because I was afraid or didn't know what I wanted to do. A couple of them even asked me straight out if I wanted to have some fun with them. There was a little club of girls who used to get together for what they called 'slumber parties', but they were really sex orgies. All five or six of them would get into one bed and do everything to each other all at the same time."
Once again, June felt tingles of sexual excitement run through her as the vision took shape in her mind of a bed full of pretty, young, teenaged girls all using their mouths on each other. She could almost hear the groans and sighs and creaking of springs and smacking of lips on breasts and tongues between parted thighs. She puffed restlessly on her cigarette as she felt her own sexual hungers growing uncontrollably within herself. It was all she could do now to keep from reaching out and putting her hands on Mimsy's body. Touching her all over, in the way the girl herself had just explained she wanted to do with those others. June understood all too well what Mimsy was saying, for she shared exactly the same emotions even at that moment.
"You never went to any of those 'slumber parties' did you?"
"No!" Mimsy giggled. "I heard plenty about them from the girls who did, though. I guess they were trying to get me excited by telling me all the details of what they did, so the next time they had one I'd join them. But I never did. They didn't turn me on. They were like Roxanne; not my type. I don't think I'd have minded half so much what happened the other night, June," she murmured, "if it had been you instead of Roxanne."
June gulped hard and turned her head away, "Mimsy, what a thing to say."
"It's true, though. I wouldn't have minded at all. I think it would have been – wonderful."
"Stop. Please," June whispered.
"Why?" the girl asked softly. "Is it wrong for me to tell you how much I feel for you?"
She took a deep breath first, then shook her head slowly from side to side. "No, it's not wrong."
"Then why don't you want me to say anything more?"
"Because if you do," June whispered, "I won't be able to control myself any longer. I'm having a hard enough time of it right now."
"Oh, June!" the girl exclaimed. "Do you mean you feel the same way? About me?" Her eyes eagerly searched June's face for an answer and found it in the two tiny tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "Oh, it's wonderful! June! I can't believe it's true!"
Before she knew what was happening, June found herself holding the girl in her arms, with Mimsy's embrace squeezing her so tightly it made her gasp for breath. She held herself back as long as she could, then gave in to the needs that were tearing her insides apart.
"Darling! Oh, my precious darling!" she cried, clinging as tightly to the girl as she was being held in return. "My angel! My wonderful, beautiful, blonde angel!"
"If I'm that to you, then you're the same thing to me," Mimsy insisted. Her hands moved slowly up and down June's blouse, feeling the warmth and slight dampness of her flesh through the thin cloth. "I love touching you like this," she purred. "It feels so wonderful just holding you and having you hold me back. I've never felt so close to anyone in all my life."
In the depths of herself, in that part of her where judgment and better sense lay, June knew she was getting into water over her head. It was turning out to be more serious than she'd feared, but she could not stop herself now. There was no turning back. Not with that beautiful young creature already in her arms, begging to be loved.
"Kiss me," she whispered. "Please, Mimsy? Kiss me before I burst out crying."
Instantly the girl's lips were pressing flush to hers. The softness of them was almost painful to June as she rubbed her mouth against Mimsy's and coaxed those pretty pink lips to part for her tongue. When they came slowly open and her tongue rushed inside, she was startled by the passionate fury of the girl's own tongue as it answered and returned the kiss.
"Love you… love you… love you," Mimsy sobbed over and over again, her words thick and almost incomprehensible through the emotion choking her throat. Her hand moved slowly around June's body and dropped lightly onto her lap. For a second it seemed they dared not move any further or grow any bolder until a signal was given that it would be all right. Knowing exactly what she was doing – and why – June gave her that signal by dropping her own hand into Mimsy's lap and cupping her fingers flush with the warm seat of her shorts.
"Oh, yes! Yes, June!" the girl sighed happily. "Touch me there! I want you to! And I want to touch you there, too, but not with your clothes on. I want us to be naked together on your bed. I… I… June…?"
"Yes?"
"I want us to make love to each other." Her eyes held June's for a long moment, seeing the same bright excitement staring back at her. "Please?" she whispered.
"Yes, darling! Yes! Anything you want!"
They kissed again, long and furiously, then came apart to quickly strip off their clothes. As she undressed, her eyes not leaving Mimsy's body for an instant and finding her own body being studied by the girl just as closely in return, June could feel her nipples growing thick and hard with the mounting excitement running through her. Between her legs it felt like a fire was raging out of control. A fire that only the wet slurping of Mimsy's tongue could extinguish.
"She's so beautiful!" June thought, as the girl's breasts were exposed and her hands moved to take down her shorts. "So young and innocent, but so wise, too. She wants this to happen as much as I do. Maybe even more, if that's possible."
"You're beautiful!" the girl exclaimed, as she dropped her shorts over the edge of the bed and faced. June as naked as she was herself.
"That's funny; I was just thinking the same thing about you!"
"It's true, though. Your body is so beautiful, June. I want to hold you and touch you all over."
"Please. Do."
They moved into each other's arms and as they kissed, they stretched their bodies out side-by-side along the length of the bed. Mimsy's arms clung tightly around June's ribs as their tongues darted in and out of one another's mouths and their knees rubbed slowly and gently against the slightly damp, warm thatches of fur between their legs. When June's hand slid down to Mimsy's thighs and then between them, she was surprised by how little pubic hair she had around her cunt. It was almost like touching a girl who'd just begun to go through the changes of puberty and whose body was not yet fully a woman's. Somehow, that made touching the girl all the more exciting. June's desire was tightening like a knot in her throat, and she knew that in a few more minutes she would be unable to control herself or hold back from doing what she'd wanted to do since the moment the notion entered her mind. She could feel the saliva gathering already inside her mouth and when her tongue fluttered across Mimsy's, she imagined it was the taste of the girl's other open hole she was tasting and exploring.
"I want you so much!" she whispered hotly.
"Take me, June!" came the urgent reply. "I'm all yours! You can do anything you want to with me!"
It was all the invitation June needed. Her intense hunger broke through the last of her reserves and, pulling herself free of the girl's embrace, she began to kiss her way slowly down Mimsy's body. The girl's heartbeat pounded heavily in her chest as June's mouth fluttered over her chest, licking slowly and sensuously up and down the slopes of both breasts in turn, then sucking each nipple deeply into her mouth and lashing at them with her tongue until they were so stiff with excitement it felt like they were going to pop right off the girl's tits if June sucked them any more.
Lower her mouth moved, and lower still. Down onto the sleek, satin-smooth belly with its skin like finest white satin. Her tongue stroked in lazy circles, moving steadily downward. Onto the broad bones of her hips, the tension in her thighs. She could smell the fragrant scent of the younger girl's cunt now, as the excitement running through Mimsy caused her juices to flow and leave their intoxicating aroma between her legs as the sweet syrup dribbled slowly from her hole and matted the light bush of fur surrounding the entrance.
How different this was from the dreadful encounter with Pat the previous night, June thought. It was the same thing she was going to do, but how changed were her feelings toward it. There was love in it this time, she told herself. Love – and a hungering need that could not be denied. She wanted to do this to the girl even more than she wanted it done to herself by Mimsy. She wanted to return the girl's intense love with a physical loving to match it. She wanted to show her how wonderful it could be when two girls came together in love.
"Darling!" she whispered, as her mouth fluttered above the gaping pink cunt. Her eyes sparkled as she quickly scanned the girl's raw beauty. She felt excitement beating through her like a pounding drum as she studied the down of blonde hair around the hole and the tantalizing pink meat she could glimpse inside it.
"I'm going to lick her down there!" she thought dizzily. "I'm going to push my tongue inside that beautiful young cunt! I'm going to taste her! Eat her! Oh, God! How much I want her to come on my tongue and let me drink her!"
"Please…" Mimsy moaned softly, pressing ever-so-gently on the top of June's head. The sigh had barely left her lips before a cry of intense pleasure broke from her throat, as the older girl's mouth touched down against the warm, damp softness at last and began to lick her tongue's way inside.
Holding Mimsy firmly by both thighs, June spread the girl's legs a little further apart to give herself more room to get closer, then burrowed her face up into the fuzzy pink-lipped cunt and began to lick it like a hungry child with an ice cream cone. Her tongue fluttered in and out of the tight slit, making wet smacking noises as she tasted the goodness of it. Her passion became wilder with each lick.
"Eating you! Tasting you! Licking you!" her mind cried, as her tongue drove deeper and deeper, licking again and again and again at the sweet-tasting young cunt. She could feel the outer lips of Mimsy's cunt spreading wider and wider apart for her, as the urgency of the girl's need rose in direct proportion to June's loving tongue's frantic slurping. She felt the tension growing stronger in her legs, too, as she arched herself toward orgasm. Her face burrowed closer and closer, her tongue shoved as high into the hole as it would go.
Suddenly, with no warning cry or even a springing forward of her body, Mimsy began to come. Her thighs squeezed in around June's face and held her locked tightly in place as a thick flow of juice began to dribble from the depths of her cunt and all over the older girl's still-licking tongue.
Startled for a moment, June quickly recovered herself and shoved her hand between her own legs. As she lapped the sweet cream from Mimsy's cunt, her fingers worked skillfully and quickly to bring herself to orgasm. It didn't take long. Her excitement was at too high a pitch, especially with her mouth still pressed flush to that beautiful young cunt and her tongue still drawing its syrup into her throat to be swallowed and tasted. She felt her own cream dripping from her cunt and running down the insides of her legs. It was one of the most violent and prolonged orgasms June had ever experienced.
When at last the younger girl had stopped coming and her body was starting to relax, June drew her mouth away from the sopping cunt with one final lick for good measure. She looked up at Mimsy's face and saw the glow of radiant happiness beaming from her eyes.
"That was wonderful, darling," she whispered. "I didn't realize it could be like that. I hated to see it end."
"Me, too," Mimsy swore. "But it's not over yet. Now I…" Her eyes darted quickly to June's face as her hand reached between her legs and felt the stickiness that had run down them from her cunt. "Oh," she groaned in disappointment. "I didn't know you'd come already."
"I couldn't help myself," June said with a touch of embarrassment. "I was too excited when you started to come all over my tongue." And, she knew with a disappointment of her own, she hadn't expected Mimsy to want to return the favor, once she'd had her own orgasm. She wished now that she'd waited and not been so quick to rush toward climax.
"You're going to think this is terrible of me," the girl confessed, "but I have to ask you anyway."
"What is it?" June smiled. "I doubt you could say anything I'd think was terrible."
"I-I want to lick it off your thighs," Mimsy whispered. "Your cum, I mean. I want to use my tongue to clean you off."
Such a sharp thrill of excitement soared through June that she couldn't even speak for a few moments. She just lay alongside Mimsy and stared at her with love blazing from her eyes like beacons of light.
"You know," she murmured at last, "I've just thought of something. Didn't you say you were having your period?"
"Yes," Mimsy said with a devilish grin.
"But – there was no blood…"
"Actually," she confessed, "I had my period last week, but I thought I'd take advantage of it while I could."
"You mean you lied about it, to get out of swimming class?" June asked in astonishment.
"Uh-huh," Mimsy giggled. "So I could be with you."
"You aren't trying to tell me you planned all this in advance, are you?"
Mimsy looked guiltily away and covered her mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter. "Well, maybe a little bit…" she admitted.
"Darling," June sighed, "you're too wonderful to be real. I think I must have dreamed you."
"It's because I love you, June," the girl vowed, and from the look in her eyes June could tell at a glance that it was true. "I think I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you. It was only three days ago, but it feels I've known – and loved – you all my life."
"Shhhhhh!" June insisted. "Don't say things you might be sorry for later."
"I won't be sorry. I'll mean it as much tomorrow as I mean it right now. I love you. With all my heart. More than I've ever loved anyone else in my life. That's why I wanted so much to make love to you, like you did to me. You've got to promise never again to do that to yourself with your fingers when you're with me. It's all right this time, but next, time I want to make you come."
"Next time…" June thought, as the girl moved out of her embrace and began to lick her way down her body. As she felt Mimsy's curly blonde hair brushing across her thighs, then felt her mouth starting to lick up the dribbled cum that had run out of her hole during her orgasm, she realized that she hadn't even given a thought to any "next time" until that moment.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, as a sharp tingle of excitement ran through her from the wet touch of Mimsy's tongue directly on the opening of her crack.
"Next time…" she thought again. The way the girl was making her feel right then, there would almost certainly have to be a next time. But June knew, too, she would want to see how she felt about it all in the morning, before making any definite commitments one way or the other.