Mom’s Toy Chest, Part Three

“I can’t believe you are making me wear this to the party,” Stacey said, shivering.

“What,” Kara asked, smiling sweetly, “you look so beautiful.”

“My teeth are chattering it is so freaking cold,” she said, looking down at herself, “it is the wrong time of year to be walking around half naked.”

“That’s why you look great,” she laughed, putting her arm around Stacey’s waist, “the half-naked part, not the freezing part. We’ll be at the party in a minute, and it’ll be warm inside.”

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t make me do this,” she said, snuggling against Kara.

“You made the bet,” Kara said.

“I still think you cheated,” Stacey said, blushing as a woman walking toward them looked at her wide eyed. When she was out of sight, she said, “God, did you see the way she was staring at me.”

“Better get used to it,” Kara said, grinning.

“Oh, you better enjoy this because paybacks are a bitch,” Stacey said.

“It’s not all bad,” her girlfriend said, laughing.

“How is it not bad,” she laughed, exasperated, “I’m going to a Halloween party dressed in your mom’s slutty French maid costume. This wasn’t meant to be worn in public.”

“Should have thought of that before you made the bet.”

“It was supposed to be you with your ass hanging out,” she said, feeling the breeze find its way under the impossibly short skirt. She shivered, miserably.

“I let you wear tights, didn’t I? It is the same as wearing leggings,” Kara said.

“No, it isn’t,” she said, then grudgingly, “Thanks for letting me wear them, anyway. I know you didn’t have to.”

“See,” Kara said, laughing.

“You are still hardly a saint. You made me wear the thong on the outside of the tights. I can’t bend over without showing it to everyone.”

“I know,” Kara said, grabbing the back of her skirt and flipping it up.

Gasping in surprise, she tugged it down. Her face was bright red as she looked around. She sighed with relief when she didn’t see anyone else on the streets. She gave Kara a look, and the girl held up her hands, laughing.

“You are asking for it,” she said.

“Couldn’t resist.”

The Henderson’s was right up the road, and Stacey looked at the house with a mix of gladness because it would be warm inside and she could finally stop shivering and absolute horror because she was going to a party with her classmates wearing the skimpiest French maid costume ever. She’d be walking amongst her peers in what amounted to lingerie. Kara had even made her wear the lace choker and the goofy headpiece.

At least, I look sexy, she thought, which was better than nothing. Even with the tights, she was still showing a lot of skin. She was sure to turn a few heads, dressed like this.

She glanced at Kara and was jealous of her costume.  Her girlfriend was dressed up like a cheerleader, had her hair in pigtails.  She managed to look cute and sexy and didn’t have to have her ass hanging out to do it.

They climbed the stairs to the porch. Her finger on the doorbell, Kara turned to her and asked, “Ready?”

“No,” Stacey laughed.

Winking, Kara pushed the doorbell and Stacey’s heart started racing as she heard the chimes inside. She looked down at herself one more time, prayed to the Gods that looked over teenagers in social situations to see her through this.

Please don’t make me the laughing stock of the school, she thought, amen.

Becky Henderson answered the door, smiling at them. She was wearing a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry uniform. A brunette with a beautiful face, Becky looked enough like the actress Emma Watson to make a pretty convincing Hermoine Granger. Stacey had to smile at the costume because their circle of friends always teased her about looking like the Harry Potter character. She thought it was funny that the girl had decided to embrace it.

Stacey thought she made a really cute witch.

Becky’s eyes got impossibly wide when she took in Stacey’s outfit, and she stuttered to a stop mid-greeting. Her jaw was in danger of scrapping the threshold as she looked Stacey up and down. Finally, she looked at Stacey for an explanation.

“I lost a bet,” Stacey said, blushing.

“Oh, God,” she said, laughing, “you two are still at that?”

“Yeah,” she said, grinning sheepishly.

“Well, come in. You are sure to make some new friends dressed like that,” Becky said, stepping aside to let them in.

“Are you sure you don’t want to send us away?” Stacey asked, making her friend laugh.

“Sorry,” she said, grinning, “you look cute, anyway.”

Kara steered her inside, and she sighed at the warmth of the house. She paused just inside the front door, took a deep breath to summon her courage, then followed Becky to the party. In the living room, she counted maybe three dozen people and recognized most of the faces. She cringed, had secretly hoped for complete strangers she’d never see, again. Most of the people here, she’d see at school on Monday.

“Shit,” she muttered.

“Come on,” Kara said, laughing. Her arm was still around Stacey’s waist, and she pulled the reluctant girl into the living room.

It didn’t take long for people to start noticing her. Most of them gave her the same look Becky had, a sort of wide-eyed, slack-mouthed stare of disbelief. Her face turned scarlet, and she wanted to bolt, couldn’t. Kara wouldn’t let her. She had to weather their stunned faces, so embarrassed she thought she might die.

Then Becky saved her life by saying, “She lost a bet.”

As easy as that, it was okay somehow. Everyone laughed and shook their heads, then the party went on. Some of the blood left her face as she saw people returning to their conversations, no longer gaping at her half naked body.

She met Becky’s eyes and mouthed, “Thank you.”

Becky winked at her, then said, “Bobby scored a bottle of Smirnoff so be careful with the punch. I’m pretty sure he dumped the whole bottle in it.”

“Okay,” Stacey said, thinking she was going to need a lot of punch to get through this party.

“I’ll get us some,” Kara said, leaving her alone.

Becky stepped closer, said, “You two really are a cute couple.”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling.

“It took awhile to get used to,” Becky said, laughing, “I’ve known you two forever, and then suddenly you were dating…”

“You were the first person we told,” she said, smiling at the memory.

They had been so scared, finally admitting they were together to someone. It had been nerve wrecking.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Stacey said, smiling at her, “thanks for being cool. Your acceptance made it easier to come out to other people, as well.”

“Hey, I love you two,” Becky said, giving her a hug, “I’m happy for you both.”

“Thanks,” she said.

Suddenly a phone appeared in Becky’s hand, and the flash went off before Stacey could register what was happening.

Still seeing spots dancing in front of her eyes, she said, “Hey!”

“Sorry,” Becky said, laughing, “I knew you wouldn’t let me take one if I asked.”

“That better not end up on your Facebook page,” Stacey said, shaking her head.

“I can’t make that promise.”

“What promise?” Kara asked, coming back with three cups of punch.

“She took a picture of me,” Stacey said, sipping the punch. Becky hadn’t been kidding about the vodka, the drink strong enough to burn all the way down. It did wonders for her shivers, and she hoped it would do something for her embarrassment.

“I promise to try not to put it on Facebook,” Becky said, grinning.

Kara laughed, “Let me see the picture.”

Becky showed her and Stacey could see the screen. It was even worse than she imagined. The angle of the photo, she could see down her dress. She was already one sneeze away from popping out of it, anyway, showing as much cleavage as she could muster. The picture only emphasized that.

“Wow,” Kara said, laughing, “Can you send me a copy?”

“Yeah, let her have a copy,” Stacey said, giving her a look, “it is the only way you are seeing them anytime soon.”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” Kara said, winking at her.

The doorbell rang, and Becky had to answer it, leaving the girls to mingle. They moved from one small group to the next, making small talk. Surprisingly, everyone seemed to think the outfit was kind of cool, like a gag costume. The comments were playful, not derogatory, so even if she was blushing the whole time, she was also smiling. It did wonders for her nerves, and she started to relax, to have fun.

“You are having a good time, aren’t you?” Kara asked when they found a little space of their own.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling at her.

“Even though you’ve shown your ass to everyone here?” Kara asked, grinning.

“Even though,” she said, shaking her head.

“You’ve got every guy here drooling over you,” she said.

“It’s not really an accomplishment when you are half naked,” Stacey said, blushing.

“Love, you could make them drool wearing sweat pants and a sweatshirt.”

Smiling, she said, “Keep talking like that and I might eventually forgive you for this.”

“You know,” Kara said, leaning closer, “Debbie is off to college. Her old room is empty.”

“Oh,” Stacey asked, smiling, “And why is that significant?”

“Are you too mad at me for making you wear this costume to let me make it up to you?”

“I don’t know,” Stacey said, laughing, “it’ll take a lot to make up for this.”

“We’ve never done it anywhere but my room or yours before,” she said, grinning, “it would be kind of exciting right?”

“Yeah,” Stacey said, biting her lower lip.

“Come on,” Kara said, taking her hand and leading her through the house to Becky’s older sister’s old room. They were giggling as they slipped inside, closing the door behind them. Stacey fumbled along the wall until she located the light switch and the overhead light came on. Looking around, she saw it hadn’t been changed since the girl left for her freshman year of college.

“We were never allowed in here,” Kara said, looking around, too.

“Which isn’t to say we never were,” Stacey said, laughing, “we used to sneak in here with Becky at least once a month when we were younger.”

“Think she’d be mad if she knew we did it on her bed,” Kara asked, giggling.

“Oh yeah,” Stacey said, moving against the girl.

“Want to snoop a little first?” Kara asked.

“Why, what are you hoping to find,” Stacey said, laughing.

“The girl was paranoid about people being in her room. Not just ‘Oh, I’m the big sister, get out of my room’, but paranoid. Aren’t you even a little curious why?”

“Alright, I’ll give you that she was secretive, probably even paranoid,” Stacy said, looking around, “but what makes you think whatever she was hiding is still here.”

“I doubt whatever it was is still here,” Kara said, then grinned, “doesn’t mean I don’t want to look for it. Come on, let’s be nosy.”

“What happened to fooling around?”

“We’ll get around to that, I promise,” she said, kissing Stacey deeply before turning away to begin her search. She went to the dresser, started opening drawers.

Stacey watched her for a second, then shook her head and went to the bed. She pulled up the covers, looked underneath but didn’t see anything other than dust bunnies and one loose sock. Looking around, she spotted the closet. When she opened it, she saw it was largely empty, save for a pair of ugly shoes she didn’t blame Debbie for not taking and two summer dresses. On tippy toes, she felt around on the single shelf but didn’t find anything. Shrugging, she closed the door and turned to see if Kara was having any better luck in finding Debbie’s elusive… Thing.

“Oh my,” Kara said, riffling through the girl’s underwear drawer.

“What, did you find a thong?” Stacey asked, walking over to the girl.

“Oh, she’s got a couple of those but no,” Kara said, holding up a silver vibrator. Stacey laughed and shook her head.

“Put that away before you get Debbie cooties.”

Laughing, she tucked the sex toy back where she had found it, then closed the drawer. Glancing at Stacey, she asked, “You don’t think that was her big secret, do you?”

“What, the vibrator,” she said, then shook her head, “she might be a little embarrassed if we found it but I don’t think it is what she was paranoid about.”

“Yeah, me either,” Kara said, looking around the room. Her eyes went to the desk, and she started to grin.

Stacey shook her head and laughed, letting her have her fun. She sat on the bed and watched as the girl opened the drawers one by one, moved the contents around. Not finding anything, she opened the books stacked on the top. Sighing, she glanced at Stacey, who shrugged.

“I guess not,” Kara said, shrugging herself.

“Are you finished?” Stacey asked, grinning at her, “It is kind of lonely over here.”

Kara smiled at her, walking over to the bed. Stacey scooted back, and her girlfriend crawled onto the bed with her. Going to her back, Stacey smiled up at Kara. Still on her hands and knees, Kara leaned in and kissed her deeply. Stacey sighed as Kara’s familiar weight settled atop her and she wrapped her legs around the girl’s waist. Her kiss became eager as she felt herself responding to Kara’s delicious body rubbing against her own.

Pulling back, Kara asked, “Did you lock the door?”

“No,” Stacey said, looking past the girl to the door.

Grinning down at her, Kara said, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Stacey watched as the girl went to the door. She saw her hesitate, then turn back around. Frowning, she said, “No lock.”

“Screw it,” Stacey said, smiling at her, “get over here.”

Laughing, Kara came back to the bed. She cast one more look at the door, then started slipping out of her cheerleader costume.

Stacey propped up on her elbows and watched the girl shimmy out of the skirt, then her panties. The top joined them on the floor, and she drank in her girlfriend’s lovely body. She looked amazing, standing there wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers and a smile. Then even the shoes were gone. Stacey couldn’t take her eyes off of her.

Kara sank to her knees beside the bed. She pulled Stacey in front of her. Laughing, Stacey propped up on her elbows, watching as Kara took off one of her high heels, then the other. She shivered when Kara ran her fingernails along the insides of her thighs, under the micro skirt on her costume. When Kara hooked her fingers in the waistband of the thong and tights, she lifted her backside off the bed so the girl could pull them off her hips and down her long legs. The skirt with its frilly little apron was pushed up around Stacey’s waist.

Grinning, Kara lowered her mouth to Stacey’s girlhood, her hot wet tongue drawing a moan from Stacey as it found her tender bud. Stacey’s head lulled back loosely as Kara’s able tongue and lips sent shivers of pleasure through her young body. Biting her lip, she tried to keep quiet as her hips began to move on their own. Kara wasn’t making it easy, knowing just what to do to drive her wild. Eventually, she gave up on holding her cries in because it was a losing battle. Closing her eyes, she stopped caring if anyone passing by would hear them.

When Kara eased two fingers into her, Stacey was ready for them. Her fingertips found that magic spot deep inside Stacey, the one that made her lose control of her body. It writhed in ecstasy as Kara put pressure on it with little come-hither motions. The combined sensations of Kara’s tongue on her bud and her finger’s sweet torture had her body trying to escape the intense pleasure washing through her, yet crying out for more at the same time. Kara had her in a state of excitement, and she didn’t know if she was coming or going.

Then she felt her body gathering tension deep inside and she knew it was the former. Lifting her head, she looked at Kara. The girl was looking at her, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Stacey saw the girl knew she was going to come. Her eyes never wavered from Stacey’s as she pushed her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. She wouldn’t let Stacey look away, not until she cried out with her orgasm. Her eyes finally closed as her body went crazy against Kara’s mouth. Kara kept teasing her now sensitive bud with little kisses that made her hips jerk.

Kara got to her feet, leaning in to kiss Stacey. As their tongues twined, she climbed on the bed and straddled one of Stacey’s hips. Stacey gasped as their bodies nested together and Kara began to rock her hips back and forth. Her body hadn’t recovered, at all, and Kara’s body grinding against hers felt almost too good. The grin Kara favored her with said she knew what she was doing, knew she was torturing Stacey’s sensitive body.

Grinning, Kara kissed her deeply, then said, “Let me know when I’m forgiven.”

It didn’t take long for Stacey feel another orgasm stir inside of her. Kara grinned down at her, kept up that maddening roll of her hips until Stacey cried out. As Stacey’s body went crazy, Kara slowed her pace but did not stop. Stacey gasped, her hips jerking every time her girlfriend ground against her. There was no reprieve from the ecstasy, and a third orgasm had its way with her before she was even done with the second one.

Kara stopped, and Stacey finally managed to draw a breath that didn’t end in a moan. Leaning in, Kara kissed her tenderly, let it linger for a minute. Stacey tensed because she knew what the girl was about to do. The first roll of Kara’s hips made her cry out loud enough for it to be heard by anyone in the hallway and her back arched off the bed. It stayed that way until a fourth orgasm knocked the strength out of her. She collapsed back to the bed, a trembling mess of happy nerve endings.

“Okay, okay,” she gasped, putting her hands on the girl’s hips to stop her from moving, “you are forgiven.”

“Are you sure?” Kara said, wriggling her hips once. She laughed when Stacey’s fingers dug into her hips and lifted her up, “I guess so.”

Stacey toppled the girl off of her, and Kara giggled as she landed on her back. Rolling atop her, Stacey kissed her and said, “You know I hate when you do that.”

“No, you don’t,” Kara said, grinning up at her.

“No,” Stacey said, laughing, “I don’t, but you need to stop doing it, anyway.”

Working her way down the girl’s supine body, Stacey left a trail of moist kisses. The lower she went the faster Kara’s breathing became. She kissed the slight swell of Kara’s hip bone, then the sensitive hollow next to it, making Kara sigh and move her hips. With her nose, she nuzzled the girl’s sex, then trapped her hood with her teeth. A gentle nibble drew a thick moan from Kara. Rolling her eyes up at her girlfriend, Stacey used her tongue to torture the girl’s sensitive clit. Fast then slow, light then with more pressure, she kept the girl in suspense, and her body went crazy against Stacey’s mouth.

Stacey offered the girl her hand and Kara took it, their fingers entwined. The girl’s grip only tightened as she became more excited. Her free hand roamed over Kara’s soft body. She could never get enough of the girl. Even after being together this long, she still found her fascinating. It was like her hands had no short-term memory, and she discovered the lovely curves and planes of her body anew each time.

Kara had gotten herself half way there while torturing Stacey with her body, so it didn’t take long for urgency to creep into her cries. She was in danger of grinding Stacey’s fingers to dust, she was squeezing her hand so hard. Her back was arched off the bed, and her hips were bucking against Stacey’s face. It was all Stacey could do to keep her mouth to the girl’s sex long enough to topple her over the edge and into orgasmic bliss. She shook herself loose, collapsing back to the bed a trembling, panting mess.

Suddenly, the sound of clapping filled the room, startling Stacey. She spun around as she pinpointed the source of the sound. Her eyes fixed on the desktop speakers as the monitor came to life. She gasped as Debbie’s grinning face filled the screen. Dumbfounded, she just stared at her, her mind slipping gears.

“What the hell?” Kara asked, looking as lost as Stacey felt.

“Bravo, ladies,” Debbie said.

“Debbie,” Stacey said, then remembered she was naked. Gasping, she pulled the comforter up to hide Kara and her naked bodies. Kara looked at her, then down at her unclothed body. She gave Stacey an appreciative grin

“That was quite a show,” the college girl said, her grin widening, “I usually don’t go in for the lesbian thing, but you two made me reconsider.”

“You were watching us?” Kara asked, her eyes wide.

“Couldn’t take my eyes off the screen,” Debbie said, laughing at the mortified look on Stacey’s face.

“Oh God,” Stacey said, wanting to pull the covers over her face.

“Now, I was upset when I saw you two in my room,” Debbie said, shaking her head theatrically, “shame on you two for that, but after that hot little performance…”

“How did you know we were in your room?” Kara asked, frowning.

“I put an alarm on my door,” the girl said, grinning, “it links to an app on my computer that enables me to remotely access my webcam. When I noticed it had launched, I figured Mom was doing laundry, again, but to my surprise, I see you two fucking on my bed.”

“You alarmed your door?” Kara asked, dubiously. When she realized the girl was serious, she shook her head and said, “Jesus, Debbie. What kind of paranoid shit is that?”

“I like my privacy,” the girl said, her smile slipping a little.

“How long were you watching us?” Stacey asked, anger creeping into her voice.

“Long enough to know you make the cutest face when you come,” Debbie said, winking, “and come… And come.”

Stacey’s face was so hot, her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. Debbie could have spoken up at, anytime. The girl had chosen to watch Kara and her have sex, instead. The humiliation gave way to mostly anger, and her face showed it.

“Hey,” Debbie said, pointing at her, “you don’t have the right to get mad. You two creeps snuck into my room and fucked on my bed.”

“Us, creeps,” Kara said, with a sour laugh, “sounds like the pot calling the kettle black. You just watched two underage girls have sex. Sounds a little pervy to me.”

Stacey snorted, then started laughing. Kara had called Debbie a pervert, and that struck her as hilarious. She laughed harder when she saw Debbie’s face turn dark with anger. She dropped the covers and posed seductively.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” She asked, around a giggle.

“Just get out of my fucking room,” Debbie said, the monitor going black.

Stacey glanced at Kara, saw the amusement in her eyes. They both lost it then, falling out in a fit of giggles. It went on until both girls were clutching their stomachs and wiping tears from their eyes.

When they finally trailed off, Kara grinned at Stacey and said, “What a bitch.”

“Do you think she is still watching?” Stacey asked, glancing at the webcam on the monitor.

“Who knows?” Kara said, grinning, “Probably, with her pervy hand in her panties.”

“Ugh,” Stacey said, making a face. She didn’t want to think about Debbie playing with herself while watching them. Getting up, she started slipping back into her costume, “Let’s get out of here. This room is skeeving me out.”

“Okay,” Kara said, getting dressed herself.

Dressed, Stacey checked herself in Debbie’s mirror, making sure her costume was on right. She smoothed her headpiece back in place, pulled the bottom of the dress down as far as it would go. Satisfied that it didn’t look like she had just had sex, she started to turn away from the mirror. Before she could, Kara stepped up behind her, wrapped her arms around Stacey’s waist from behind.

“You really do look hot in this costume,” Kara said, kissing her shoulder.

“Thanks, Love,” she said, grinning, “you make a cute cheerleader. If you were a real cheerleader, I’d totally try to peek under your skirt at a pep rally.”

“Ahh, you say the sweetest things,” Kara said, laughing.

Stacey turned into the girl, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her deeply. She forgot about the webcam for a moment, lost in the kiss. Only when Kara pulled back did she remember why she had wanted to leave the room.

“Come on,” Stacey said, taking Kara’s hand, “let’s get back to the party before we are missed.”

“I could use some more of that punch,” Kara said, grinning.

Stacey nodded, let the girl lead her to the punch bowl. She accepted one of the cups Kara ladled out for them and took a healthy pull of the stout beverage. It burned all the way down, and she reminded herself to take it easy.

“Where did you two disappear to?” Becky asked, coming up beside them.

“Um, nowhere,” Stacey said, feeling her face color.

Becky raised her eyebrows, then started laughing, “Really? Here?”

“What can I say,” Kara said, grinning, “she’s irresistible in this outfit.”

“Wait, you didn’t do it in my room, did you?” Kelly asked, making a face.

“Gee, thanks,” Kara said, laughing, “no, not your room.”

“Then where? Not my parent’s room, right?”

“Debbie’s room,” Stacey said.

“Oh no,” Becky said, her eyes wide. She leaned close and said, “she has an alarm set up on her door. It triggers her webcam.”

“Um,” Stacey said, shaking her head, “we know.”

Becky saw her embarrassment and started laughing.

“It’s not funny,” Stacey said.

“She caught you fooling around on her bed?” Becky asked, still laughing.

“Yeah,” Kara said, glancing at Stacey, “she scared the hell out of us when her face appeared on her computer screen.”

“I bet she was pissed,” Becky said.

“A little bit,” Kara agreed, shaking her head, “she is something else.”

“A paranoid bitch is what she is,” Becky said, laughing when Kara and Stacey nodded, “but hey, you can’t choose family.”

Stacey started to tell Becky about her sister watching them have sex, but she was embarrassed enough as it were. She took another pull of her drink and felt herself relaxing. The alcohol was a nice warm spot in her belly, soothing her raw nerves.

“Can I ask you something?” Becky asked, fiddling with the rim of her cup.

Stacey thought she looked nervous about something. Curious, she said, “Um, sure.”

Becky looked around, and Stacey definitely thought she was nervous. She took Stacey’s hand and led her away from the party. Stacey looked over her shoulder and saw Kara walking behind them. The girl could only shrug. She frowned when Becky led them down the hall and into her bedroom. Closing the door behind them, Becky finished her drink in one long swallow. She gasped as the alcohol burned its way down her throat.

“You okay?” Kara asked, giving her a funny look.

The girl nodded, chewing nervously on her lip. Stacey was intrigued, now. Why was Becky so anxious? They had been friends practically forever, didn’t have any secrets.. What did she have to be nervous about?

“Man, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Becky said, running her hand through her hair.

“What are you doing?” Stacey asked.

“What’s it… What’s it like?” Becky said, the words coming out in a rush. She looked about ready to run away.

“What’s what like?” Stacey asked, frowning.

“You know,” the girl said, then took a deep breath to bolster her nerve, “being with a girl?”

“Oh,” Kara said, blinking in surprise.

Stacey’s eyes widened as she realized it wasn’t just an idle question. Looking at her friend, she suddenly understood her nervousness. She glanced at Kara and saw the girl had come to the same conclusion.

“Becky,” she said, then hesitated, “are you… Why do you want to know?”

Sitting on her bed, Becky took another deep breath and said, “When you two told me you were together… I mean, I saw you two looking so happy together. You two really are an adorable couple and I… I don’t know. I was curious.”

“About being a lesbian?” Kara asked.

“Yeah,” Becky said, with a nervous little laugh, “wow, that feels weird to be saying out loud.”

“This isn’t a spur of the moment thing, is it?” Stacey asked, sitting on the bed beside her.

“No,” Becky said, sighing, “I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now. I’ve tried a couple of times, but could never work up the courage.”

Stacey frowned, noticing the girl’s words were a little slurred. Kara must have noticed it, too.

“How much punch have you had?” Kara asked, grinning at her.

“Too much,” Becky said, laughing, “or just enough, I guess. I finally asked.”

“Well,” Stacey said, smiling at her, “I’ve never been with a boy, so I can’t tell you how being with a girl compares. And I’ve only ever been with the one girl…

Stacey glanced at Kara and gave her a warm smile.

“Still,” Stacey went on, turning her attention back to Becky, “I can say it is pretty amazing.”

Kara grinned at her, and she loved her for that.

“You two are so lucky to have found each other,” Becky said, grinning at them, “I’m jealous.”

“I am pretty lucky,” Stacey said. A grinning Kara came to her and gave her a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Are you looking for someone?” Kara asked, sitting on the other side of her, “A girl?”

“I don’t know,” the girl said, laughing, “maybe. The idea has popped into my head a few times. Usually, when I see you two smiling at each other. It’d have to someone I could trust.”

“I can understand that,” Kara said, smiling at Stacey.

Stacey smiled back, thinking she couldn’t have found a better person for her first time than her best friend. There was a level of trust and understanding she couldn’t have expected from another person. That was what Becky needed, someone she could be entirely comfortable with. A friend, preferably with some experience.

Her eyes widening, she thought, someone like Kara or me.

She sat up straighter, caught off guard by the thought. Kara looked at her, raising her eyebrows questioningly. Frowning, Stacey wondered if she’d be okay with Kara sleeping with Becky. Just thinking about it made her jealous bone ache. She knew it wouldn’t feel right is she was the one having sex with the girl, even if Kara gave her her blessing.

Still, the thought had taken root in her head, digging deep so she couldn’t uproot it. She knew either Kara or she would be the best person for Becky to test the waters with. Either one of them could show her the ropes and the joys of being with another girl.

Kara was still staring at her, and she felt she needed to say something, “You are right about it being someone you can trust. A friend.”

Becky smiled at her and said, “You two are my only lesbian friends. I kind of tested Heather but she didn’t seem interested.”

Stacey glanced at Kara, saw the girl was giving her a funny look. Her cheeks colored, and she had to look away. She heard Kara start laughing and, out of the corner of her eye, saw the girl grinning. Stacey blinked, recognizing that grin. When she met Kara’s eyes, the girl winked at her.

Uh oh, Stacey thought, her heart racing in her breast.

Becky saw the look on Stacey’s face, then glanced at Kara. Kara grinned and said, “I guess it’ll just have to be us, then.”

“Wait…” Becky said, looking from Stacey and to Kara, “you two?”

“Huh,” Stacey said, wondering why she hadn’t thought about it. Kara caught her attention, raised her eyebrows questioningly. Smiling, she nodded that she was okay with the idea. The girl gave her an excited grin.

Becky saw the grin, turned to Stacey. Her eyes were wide, realizing Kara had been serious and that Stacey was also game. She blushed and stammered, “I… I didn’t mean… When I asked, I didn’t mean you two.”

Laughing, Stacey said, “What’s wrong with us? I thought we were the ‘adorable couple’?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Becky said, rubbing her the back of her neck, “I just don’t want you to think I… Planned this.”

“You didn’t?” Kara teased, laughing when Becky gave her a dirty look.

“No,” Becky said, shaking her head.

“So,” Stacey said, waiting for the girl to look at her, “do you want to?”

“Um,” Becky said, laughing nervously.

“That’s a yes,” Kara said, grinning.

The girl looked at her, rubbing the back of her neck. Grinning, Stacey put her hand on her chin and turned her head. She gently kissed the girl, making her gasp. Her eyes were wide when Becky pulled back. Her hand came to her mouth, and she touched her lips like she had been shocked. Then Kara put her hand on Becky’s chin and turned her her way. Becky gasped, again, as Kara kissed her.

“Oh,” Becky said, her eyes still wide.

“Oh?” Stacey asked, meeting her eyes, “Is ‘oh’ a good thing?”

“Um, yeah,” the girl said, smiling at her, “my lips are tingling.”

“Then why don’t you kiss me this time?” she asked.

Becky hesitated, then leaned into Stacey, kissed her. Stacey opened her mouth, letting Becky’s tongue caress her own. She teased the girl into a deeper kiss, and she responded. It lingered and only ended when Kara kissed the girl’s neck. Giggling, Becky looked at her, saw Kara grinning at her. While she was distracted, Stacey put her hand on the girl’s thigh, well above her knee. Becky looked down at the hand on the black tights she wore with her costume, then back up at Stacey. Smiling, she let it move higher, and Becky stopped breathing. She bit her lip nervously but didn’t tell Stacey to stop, even when it slipped under the woolen skirt she wore. Stopping short, Stacey met the girl’s eyes. Becky took a deep breath and let it out with a nervous laugh. She nodded.

The girl jerked as Stacey’s knuckles brushed against her girlhood. Stacey ran her hand down the inside of the girl’s other thigh, making her squirm. Smiling, Stacey got off the bed and to her knees in front of the girl. Becky smiled back, uncertainly. With her hands on the girl’s knees, she urged Becky to spread her legs wider. Her breathing got a little funny as Stacey pushed the gray skirt up around her hips. She wanted to squeeze her thighs shut, but Stacey didn’t let her.

Stacey let her right hand slip up the silky material of the tights, all the way up. Becky chewed on her lip anxiously as Stacey’s able fingers teased her bud. The first sigh that escaped her seemed to catch her off guard, and she blushed. Becky’s eyes widened as Stacey’s caresses sent little shivers of pleasure through her fourteen-year-old body. Stacey smiled at her, winking.

Kara moved behind the girl, sitting with her legs out in front of her, bracketing the girl’s hips. Becky gasped as Kara’s hands ran up her flanks to her breasts. She groaned as Kara kneaded them, her face screwing up in pleasure.

Trapped between the two girls, Becky seemed at a loss what to do. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of the skirt gathered around her hips. Stacey smiled, remembering when she used to be that nervous about sex.

She kissed the girl’s inner thigh, just above the knee. Becky stiffened as her next kiss was further along her thigh. The tights were silky and soft against Stacey’s lips as she placed a third kiss on Becky’s leg. There was only one more left before she ran out of thigh.

“Wait,” Becky said, putting a hand on Stacey’s head, “maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

Gently pushing the hand away., Stacey said, “Hush.”

Stacey had intended to pull the tights down but looking at the clingy black material as it molded to the cleft of Becky’s girlhood, she changed her mind. There was just something sexy about the way it formed to the girl’s body, revealing more than it hid. She kissed the girl through the hosiery. The nylon had an odd taste on her tongue as she ran over her friend’s bud. Becky’s breath caught in her throat, and her eyes were wide as she watched Stacey between her thighs. That breath exploded from her, forced out by a thick moan.

Rolling her eyes up at the Becky, Stacey winked at her. Even through the tights, she knew her tongue was a sweet torture on her girlhood. The girl’s face screwed up in pleasure, and she forgot all about stopping.

Kara hooked her fingers in the dark gray vest and pulled it up. Becky helped her remove it completely and then started unbuttoning the white blouse underneath. Kara kissed her just behind the ear, said, “Keep the tie on.”

Becky craned her neck to look at the girl, saw her grinning. Laughing, she loosened up, then slipped the collar underneath it, so she could remove the shirt without taking off the tie. Kara unhooked Becky’s bra, slipped it from the girl’s shoulders then off. Stacey glanced up, thought Kara had been right about the tie. There was just something hot about it dangling between Becky’s up-swept breasts, the maroon and orange contrasting with the pale swells.

Her mouth still on the girl’s bud, Stacey watched as Kara cupped Becky’s breasts, kneaded them until their nipples stiffened. Becky groaned as they began to ache sweetly, her back arching. Stacey smiled at the look of slack-jawed enjoyment on the girl’s face.

Running down the zipper on the side of Becky’s skirt, Kara pulled it up and over the girl’s head. Tossing it aside, she turned the girl’s head so she could kiss her. Becky kissed her back eagerly. Her nervousness was wearing off.

Stacey hooked her fingers in the hosiery, drawing the girl’s attention. Lifting her backside off the bed, she let Stacey pulled the tights down and off. Looking down at her naked body, and then at Stacey, she laughed, “Why am I the only one naked?”

Smiling, Stacey stood up and said, “Why don’t you help me out of this outfit?”

Becky glanced at Kara, and the girl winked at her. Getting to her feet, Becky moved close to Stacey. She stooped slightly, her fingers finding the hem of the little black dress. Hesitantly, she pulled it up. Smiling at her, Stacey held her arms overhead. Becky took a deep breath and removed the costume entirely. Her eyes were hot on Stacey’s bare breasts, and she swallowed hard. Seeing the girl needed some help, Stacey took her hands and put them on her chest. Becky’s breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened.

Smiling playfully at her, Stacey said, “Welcome to second base.”

The girl started to say something but never got the words out as Kara came up behind her. Stacey saw her girlfriend press against Becky’s back. Gasping, Becky found herself pinned between Kara and a nearly naked Stacey. Kara reached around her and hooked her fingers in Stacey’s tights, tugged them down. Laughing, Stacey used her toes to pull the tights the rest of the way down so she could step out of them. Naked, she pressed her body against Becky’s.

“Can you keep her entertained while I get undressed?” Kara asked, winking at Stacey.

Wondering what her girlfriend was up to, she said, “I think I can manage.”

Kara kissed Becky’s neck where it met her shoulder, making the girl shiver, then pulled away from her. She took a few steps back and started dancing. Seeing her, Stacey laughed and turned Becky around. She wrapped an arm around the girl’s shoulders, pressing her body against her back. Over her shoulder, she watched Kara’s slow gyrations, the flex and twist of her body mesmerizing. She smiled when she heard Becky’s breathing change. Letting her hand slip around and into the junction of her thighs, Stacey mashed her labia in lazy circles. Becky moaned, her hips beginning to sway. Her buttocks rubbed against Stacey’s lower abdomen deliciously.

Kara continued to dance to some song in her head, the sensual movement of her body grabbing and holding Becky’s and Stacey’s attention alike. Her hands roamed over her stomach, up to cup her breasts, then down her sides. Finding the zipper to her skirt, Kara shimmied out of it, let it pool around her ankles. Never stopping the hypnotic roll of her hips, she spun in place, dancing with her back to them.

Stacey heard Becky’s little sounds of enjoyment grow louder and let her pace gradually quicken. The girl responded to the erotic dance before her and the teasing fingers on her bud, the gyrations of her hips getting faster.

The little top was pulled up and off, tossed aside. Kara put a hand over her breasts, turning back to them in just her panties. Her arm slipped up, then down, teasing little glimpses of her perky breasts. Each little peek made Stacey want more, even though she had seen them plenty times before. The girl was that good at drawing their attention, their adoration.

Stacey smiled, loving this little strip tease. She wondered where in the world the girl had learned to dance like this.

In just her panties, she moved forward, stopping just in front of Becky. She looked down at her little panties, then back up at Becky. Her eyes flashed, and her smile made Becky’s breath catch in her throat. Becky reached out and hooked her thumbs in the panties and Kara helped her pull them down. Stepping out of them, Kara kicked them aside.

Kara smiled at Stacey, then sank to her knees in front of Becky. Stacey moved her hand, and Becky gasped as Kara’s lips found her bud. Stepping to one side, Stacey placed the girl’s hair behind her ear so she could watch what she was doing. Watching her girlfriend do this to another girl was sort of exciting. She was a little surprised by how turned on she became, watching Kara’s able mouth tease moan after moan from Becky.

“God, that feels so good,” Becky said, around a moan.

“You like what Kara is doing to you?” Stacey asked.

“Yeah,” she moaned.

“Tell her what you like,” Stacey said, cupping one of Becky’s breasts. The girl groaned as she teased its stiff nub of a nipple.

“I like when you eat my pussy,” she said, breathlessly.

“I like when she eats mine, too,” Stacey said, grinning at Kara, “but you aren’t going to be selfish, are you?”

“Selfish?” Becky asked.

“Are you going to return the favor?” Stacey asked.

“Oh,” Becky said, her eyes widening. The thought of going down on Kara excited the girl, her cries instantly changing. Smiling, Stacey decided to play with the girl.

“Are you going to spread those smooth thighs?” Stacey asked, pressing her body against the girl’s flank. Her voice was slow and husky with her own excitement, and it made Becky shiver as she went on, “spread them nice and wide. Will your mouth water looking at her pretty pussy? Will you taste the salty skin of her bud? Will you-”

She was cut off as Becky suddenly gasped in surprise, her body stiffening against Kara’s mouth. She shuddered with her orgasm, her knees nearly buckling. Stacey wrapped her up in her arms, kept her from falling. She felt the girl trembling.

Laughing, Kara stood up and said, “I think you got her a little excited.”

“I just put a few ideas in her head,” Stacey said.

“Yeah?” Kara asked, smiling at Becky.

With a nervous laugh, the girl nodded.

Kara offered the girl her hand and Becky took it. She glanced over her shoulder as Kara lead her to the bed. Stacey smiled reassuringly at her and nodded, walking behind them. Kara crawled onto the bed, and Becky hesitated, looking down at her. Stacey put her arm around the girl’s waist, urged her onto the bed.

“Let me show you how,” Stacey said, moving between her girlfriend’s legs. Flipping her hair out of the way so Becky could see what she was doing, she lowered her mouth to Kara’s girlhood, tasted her bud with her tongue. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Becky watching her, chewing on her lower lip nervously.

Moving aside, Stacey said, “Now, you.”

Becky moved nervously between Kara’s spread thighs, her eyes locking on the smooth folds of the girl’s sex. She hesitated a little too long. Smiling, Stacey grabbed the tie around her neck and gently pulled her down until her face was in Kara’s crotch.

The girl gave Stacey a dirty look and said, “I was getting to it.”

Stroking her hair, Stacey said, “I know. You were easing in like the water is cold. You need just to go for it. Dive in head first.”

“No pun intended?” Becky asked, laughing.

“Um no, but now that you pointed it out,” Stacey said, grinning.

Becky took a breath and went for it. Stacey wanted to laugh because she did it like a little girl who hated peas and had to eat them before leaving the table. Only when she realized it wasn’t as weird as she probably made it out to be in her head, did she relax. Once she had the taste of Kara’s bud on her tongue, she became eager enough.

“Listen to her breathing,” Stacey said, stretching out beside Kara, “to the sounds she is making. You can learn a lot about what a girl likes if you just open your ears. And your eyes. See how her hips are starting to move. That’s always a good sign.”

Stacey watched her for a minute, listening to the little noises of enjoyment Kara was making. She found herself getting turned on, again, and she wondered how the hell they had ended up here, with Becky laying between Kara’s legs, her tongue busily teasing Kara’s bud. It had been a really strange party.

Strange but fun, she thought, grinning.

Turning her attention to her girlfriend, she kissed Kara deeply. When she pulled back, she nodded at Becky and whispered, “Oh my God.”

“I know,” Kara mouthed, giggling.

“What are two whispering about?” Becky asked.

“Just how crazy this night has been,” Stacey said, leaning in to kiss the girl.

The girl nodded and grinned at her, “Tell me about it.”

Stacey gave her a look, then said, “Let me see your hand.”

Raising her eyebrows, Becky gave her her hand. Stacey grinned at and slipped her pointer and ring fingers into her mouth. Not releasing her hand, Stacey moved it between Kara’s thighs. Becky gasped as her fingers eased into Kara’s slick core. Kara moaned as they bit deep, her hips moving against Becky’s hand.

“Oh,” Becky said, not moving her hand. Then she started laughing, shaking her head.

“What’s funny?” Kara asked.

“I’m sorry,” the girl said, still laughing, “I was just thinking about the movie, American Pie.”

Stacey snorted, then started laughing. Kara just shook her head.

“With your palm up, rub your fingers like this one the front wall of her pussy,” Stacey said, mimicking what she was talking about, “you should feel a sort of squishy, bumpy spot that feels different than everything around it.”

“Okay,” Becky said, doing what she was told. Her eyes widened as Kara suddenly groaned and arched her back.

“I think you found it,” Stacey said, laughing.

“What did I find?” Becky asked.

“The G-spot,” she said, watching Kara writhe on her back, “a girl’s best friend. If you really want to blow a girl’s mind, do that while using your mouth on her clit.”

Becky lowered her mouth to Kara’s bud, her tongue making Kara lose control of her body. The dueling sensations had her hips undulating against Becky’s mouth, her cries getting loud in the quiet room.

“When a girl starts making that noise,” Stacey said, grinning at her, “you are doing something right.”

Becky smiled as she looked up at Kara. The smile widened when she saw the look of ecstasy on the girl’s face. Stacey had to smile, oddly proud of her. Becky might make a fine young lesbian, yet.

Stacey heard the change in Kara’s cries, saw her stomach muscles clenching and relaxing, and smiled. She knew the girl well enough to know she was about to come. Glancing at Becky, she wondered if the girl had picked up on those little signs that Kara was close. If not, she was in for a surprise.

Kara came hard, her whole body arching off the bed. Becky was almost knocked off the bed by the violent upheaval, crying out in surprise. Stacey laughed at the shocked look on her face. Her eyes were wide when she turned her head toward Stacey. Still laughing, Stacey started clapping.

“Did she… Did you, you know?” Becky asked Kara.

The girl grinned at her and sighed contently, “Oh yeah.”

“Good,” Becky said, smiling proudly.

“Ah,” Stacey said, grinning, “baby lesbians are so cute.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Kara said, giving Stacey a look of mock disapproval before turning back to the girl, “you were amazing. My toes are still curled.”

“Why don’t we give her a moment,” Stacey said, grabbing the girl’s hand. Becky looked at her expectantly, and Stacey motioned for her stretch out on her back next to Kara. She smiled as Kara moved against her side, then kissed her deeply.

While she was distracted, Stacey climbed atop her, straddling the hip her girlfriend wasn’t molded to. Becky broke the kiss and gasped as Stacey lowered her body to hers, their bodies nesting together. She looked wide eyed at the meeting of their girlhoods, then up at Stacey. Grinning, Stacey rubbed against the girl, the roll of her hips sending little shivers of pleasure through her body. Becky’s too as the girl’s eyes grew even wider. The second forward thrust of her hips drew a moan from her slack mouth.

Kara laid her head on Becky’s shoulder, watching as Stacey moved against the girl. Stacey could see she was turned on, could hear it in her shallow breathing. Smiling, she decided to put on a show for the girl, something to match her sexy little striptease, earlier. The flex of her body was slow and sensual, almost a dance in itself. Kara’s eyes were hot on her as she let her hands roam over her body and Becky’s. She could almost feel the girl’s excitement, knew her little show had the girl hot.

It had made her aroused, too. Becky had a lovely body and the more she explored it with her hands, the more she wanted to explore more. She never touched another girl other than Kara like this and found she liked it more than a little. She felt a twinge of guilt, wanting this so much, but Kara’s eyes were on her, encouraging her.

She took the girl’s hand, and Kara squeezed it, smiling at her.

Becky tried rolling her hips up to meet Stacey counter-thrust for thrust, moaning. Stacey leaned in and kissed her, let the girl’s tongue into her mouth. Her kiss was eager, and her passion was exciting. The kiss deepened, lingered until both girls had to come up for air.

Stacey twisted her body and kissed Kara, too. She felt the girl’s excitement in that kiss, knew the girl liked watching her with Becky. Breaking the kiss, she pulled back and winked at the girl. As always in tune with Stacey’s thinking, she moved away from the Becky.

In a move that startled a gasp and then a giggle from the girl, Stacey slipped her arm under Becky’s neck, then rolled them. Still giggling, the girl looked down at her, her eyes questioning. Grinning, Stacey grabbed her hips and showed her what she had in mind. The girl began to roll her hips, experimenting until she had it right.

Every time their bodies met, it sent waves of pleasure through Stacey, and her fingers tightened on the girl’s hips as those waves started crashing harder. The room was filled with their excited cries, the creaking of the bed springs. Stacey glanced at the door, thinking anyone heading to the bathroom further down the hall had to be able to hear them, but she didn’t care.

She thought Becky might, but the girl didn’t seem to care about keeping quiet. Her little wordless sounds of enjoyment were even louder than Stacey’s. She seemed lost in the sensations the grinding together of their bodies had awakened in her.

Becky’s eyes widened, as her hips lost their grace. Stacey saw it, the girl’s urgency stirring her own orgasm to life. Their bodies came together once, twice, and Becky stiffened atop her, crying out. As her body shook with her orgasm, it brought Stacey to a climax, and she shook with the girl.

Becky looked a little dazed as she smiled down at Stacey. Her skin glistened with sweat, and she was panting, but that smile said it all. Laughing, Stacey sat up and kissed her.

“That was…” Becky said, laughing breathlessly, “I don’t know what that was… Amazing is the best word, I guess.”

“So,” Stacey said, taking her hand, “did you get it out of your system…Satisfy your curiosity… Or, did we just whet your appetite?”

“You two were amazing,” Becky said, smiling at both of them, “I’ll never forget this.”

“That’s not really an answer,” Kara said.

“Oh, my curiosity was satisfied,” the girl said, laughing, “twice, in fact.”

Stacey grinned at her, then looked at Kara, “I think we ruined her.”

“Yeah,” Kara said, laughing, “no going back after that.”

“Speaking of back,” Becky said, getting off of Stacey, “We better get back to the party.”

“Are you sure you want to leave?” Kara asked, kissing her playfully.

“No,” Becky said, smiling at her, “but we’ve been gone too long as it is.”

“What,” Stacey said, laughing, “afraid of getting caught in bed with us?”

“Yeah, are you ashamed of us?” Kara teased.

Becky laughed, “I just slept with two hot chicks… What’s there to be ashamed of?”

“Good,” Stacey said, smiling playfully at her, “because I guarantee anyone going to the bathroom had to have heard us. I was trying to be quiet but you…”

Blushing, Becky said, “I couldn’t help it.”

Kara laughed and winked at Stacey, said, “Yeah, she has that effect on me, too.”

“Let’s get back to the party,” Becky said, getting off the bed.

The girls started slipping back into their costumes, fixing themselves in the mirror. Dressed again, Becky turned to them and said, “Thank you… For letting me be a part of this. I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

“Well,” Kara said, glancing at Stacey, “if you ask nicely we might let you play with us, again, sometime.”

“Yeah?” Becky asked, her eyes shining with interest.

“Yeah,” Stacey said, grinning. They really had ruined the girl.

“Um, okay,” Becky said, shyly.

“Um,” Becky said, grinning sheepishly, “let me go first, then come behind me in a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

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“What a crazy party,” Kara said, as they walked arm in arm down the sidewalk back to Kara’s house.

“I can’t believe we slept with Becky,” Stacey said, smiling at her.

“I can’t believe we did it in Debbie’s room,” Kara said, then laughed, “even if the pervy bitch was watching.”

“God, I had forgotten about that,” Stacey said, making a face, “I guess both of the Henderson girls saw us have sex, tonight.”

Kara glanced at her, then said, “Is it wrong that I loved watching you and Becky?”

“Maybe,” Stacey said, grinning at her, “but I liked watching you two, as well.”

“What’s that say about us?” She asked, serious.

“That we are comfortable enough to let other people join in the fun,” Stacey said, then smiled, “but you are still the girl for me. I love you.”

Grinning, Kara said, “I love you, too. Even if you are a creep.”

5 Responses to Mom’s Toy Chest, Part Three

  1. Fur says:

    Can’t think what to say. I loved it as always and it was sure fun. Very different from what I expected.

  2. ebo says:

    Don’t worry. The goodies in the toy chest will return in the next chapter.

  3. Sarah-Sophie says:

    It was way beautifull! I love the embaressing part where they come to the party! gg It feels so good to be embaressed gg! Oh the goodies were there right in my imagination when I think how Becky´s eyes will bulg out the next time gg! And it was beautifull as always! I love this story almost as much as the BLC!

    Kiss kiss kiss

  4. unfastened belts says:

    Love this series. Can’t wait for more. =)

    Love,
    - Lisa

  5. Swan says:

    Great series, I also am hoping to see more. Kara and Stacy need to help Becky find a girlfriend and then the four of them share some interesting adventures together with the contents of mom’s toy chest.

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