A New Hope

Author: No One

Contact: a.human.of.no.consequence@gmail.com (comments, advice, criticism welcome)

Story codes: Gg, 1st

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Emilia glanced at her phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the past half hour. The situation hadn’t changed: no new message. Not that there was any chance she would have missed a text coming in, but she couldn’t help making sure.

“Come onnnn,” she implored the phone. She should have been enjoying the beginning of the weekend on this Friday afternoon, but waiting for this reply was stressing her out in a big way.

Her best friend Jodie was sitting next to her on the grass near the school parking lot, absorbed in her own phone. “Yeah, well, I told you it was dumb to ask someone out over text,” she pointed out with an unsympathetic shrug.

“I know! But I just couldn’t do it face to face. It would be so awkward if she wasn’t interested. Like, when I worked with her on that team assignment, I kinda thought she was giving signals. Maybe? But… then again, maybe not. I don’t know!”

Another shrug. “Don’t you take drama class? Well, act like you’re brave and go for it.”

“That’s not the same at all,” Emilia protested. “It’s one thing to recite Shakespeare or whatever, it’s completely different when your ‘lines’ have an effect on your life. I don’t know how to handle that.”

“Don’t, then. But it shows you lack confidence. Girls don’t like that.”

“Psh. What do you know about what girls like?”

Jodie glanced up from her phone for a second to give Emilia an odd look. “I’m one, aren’t I?”

“Well, yeah, but… I mean, you don’t date girls… but… I guess you might still know. Okay, okay, that was a dumb thing to say!”

“What would you think if someone asked you out, all timid-like, through text?” Jodie wanted to know.

Emilia made a face. “Um, I don’t know… that it’s kinda cute and charming…?”

“Uh-huh. Well, I guess we’ll see.”

Emilia took one more look at her phone. Still no messages, of course. “Come on, what could take her so long? She has to have seen it, like, an hour ago. Just say no already and be done with it.”

“Now, that’s some positive thinking there.”

“Ugh, I think I’m gonna die a virgin.” Letting out a deep sigh, Emilia placed the back of her hand against her forehead and let herself fall back onto the grass — acting class had to be good for something, after all.

Jodie chortled. “Drama queen. Only sixteen and already an old maid, huh?”

“Seventeen in two months. And yeah, feels like it. Never even been on a date. How old were you when you had sex for the first time?”

“Err...” Jodie hesitated, which wasn’t like her at all. Usually, she loved talking about her sex life in too much detail.

The question immediately vanished from Emilia’s mind, though, because her phone finally chimed at that moment, indicating a new text. She sat bolt upright and stared at the device in her hand, suddenly terrified to read the message she’d been waiting for so desperately.

“Well?” Jodie pressed her.

“Um… I don’t, uh… You read it for me,” Emilia said, holding out the phone towards her friend.

“What? Seriously?” Rolling her eyes, Jodie grabbed the phone.

Emilia watched the other girl intently as she read, trying to deduce meaning from her reaction. That subtle wince didn’t bode well. “What? What is it?”

Jodie sighed, handing the phone back. “She’s flattered, but she’s not into girls,” she said. Straight to the point, as usual.

“What? Shit! I thought… Oh, goddammit.” Emilia fell back onto the grass again — only this time, she wasn’t acting. Reading the text for herself, she saw that it was slightly more verbose and apologetic than the way Jodie had put it, but her friend had indeed summed up the gist of the message.

“Sorry, Em,” Jodie said, with more compassion than before. “Her loss. I’m sure she’s missing out.”

Emilia chuckled sadly. “Oh yeah? What, do you want to go out with me, then?” She’d always thought her friend was quite attractive, actually, with her long auburn hair, big brown eyes, and pleasing figure. But ever since they’d become fast friends at the beginning of high school, it had been quite clear that Jodie was into boys, so Emilia hadn’t let herself think of the girl like that. Not much, anyway.

Jodie laughed. “Sorry, babe. I’m taken. Speaking of, he should be around to pick me up any minute now,” she said, glancing around. “Gonna grab something to eat, then it’s back to his place for an evening of sexy fun. That means fucking. And I do mean the whole evening — the guy has stamina, let me tell you. And some of those positions — “

“God, sorry I asked!” Emilia quickly interrupted. Jodie was definitely back in Too Much Information mode.

Her friend had been seeing some college boy lately, though Emilia wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be Jodie’s boyfriend, or just her boy toy. It felt like everything she heard concerning the guy was about his performance in the bedroom. Actually, in the bedroom and various other places, Emilia had learned, despite her best efforts to remain ignorant.

Jodie grinned. “And what are your plans for the evening, now that you’re a dateless loser?”

“Jeez, ouch.”  Clearly, Jodie had run out of sympathy. Somehow, the comment still made Emilia laugh and feel a little better. “Well, the date would have been tomorrow. Tonight, I’m babysitting Stella. Her parents are taking off on some kind of quick romantic getaway until tomorrow afternoon, so I’m staying over tonight and watching the kid.”

“Oh, well then, you wanted to spend the night with a cute girl, so there you go.”

Emilia grimaced. “Jesus, Jodie! She’s barely eleven! I was thinking of someone a little older, y’know!”

Jodie shrugged. “Hey, hook ‘em while they’re young, right? She might need someone to teach her about the birds and the bees. Or just the birds, whatever.”

“You’re horrible.” Emilia tried to sound disapproving, but she finally had to laugh.

“And that’s why you love me.” Jodie flashed a smug smile.

They were suddenly interrupted by a car horn. “Oh, there’s Jake,” Jodie said, waving at her boyfriend’s beat-up Chevy. At least he had a car, Emilia admitted; she still had to rely on her trusty old bike to get around.

Getting to her feet, Emilia gave her friend a quick goodbye hug. “Text me sometime,” she said.

“Sure, I’ll give you updates throughout the night,” Jodie said, straightfaced.

“Not what I meant! Please don’t,” Emilia begged, not entirely sure her friend was kidding.

Jodie winked in response, then she was off, leaving Emilia to her thoughts.

Her friend’s little joke about Stella had hit a bit close to home, she had to admit. The last few times she’d babysat the young girl, Emilia couldn’t help noticing the changes in her developing body. Stella was at an age when she was growing rapidly — and not only in height. Emilia had also noted a slight flaring of her hips and even a hint of breasts.

The girl was cute as a button, and seemed certain to become a very attractive young woman in no time. Emilia already felt a little weird for noticing these things. The last thing she needed was to be thinking this way about a girl of eleven.

A sudden presence at her shoulder startled her. “Oh, and… if you get caught making out with the kid, it wasn’t my idea,” Jodie whispered in a conspiratorial tone, then walked away again.

“Get out of here already!” Emilia called after her, laughing.

* * *

Emilia rang the doorbell and, a few moment later, Stella’s dad opened the door. “Hey, Mr. Jackson,” she greeted him.

“Hi, Emilia. Thanks for coming,” he said as he let her in. “I know things must be hectic for you near the end of the school year. We’ve started letting Stella stay home by herself but… since we’ll be gone overnight, you know, we’d be more at ease if someone was with her. She insisted that we ask you.”

Emilia smiled. It was nice to be wanted, if only by a little girl. “Oh, it’s no problem. I didn’t really have any plans for the weekend, anyway,” she said, feeling an unwanted twinge of bitterness. “I brought some school books if I want to study” — that was a big if — “so it’s fine. You guys can even stay away longer if you want, it’s cool. Just let me know.”

“Why, what a wonderful idea. Why don’t we stay longer?” Mrs. Jackson said in honeyed tones as she walked down the corridor to join them.

Her husband winced. “We’ve been over this. I just can’t take that much time off from work right now. When things aren’t so crazy with the new project, I promise we’ll take a nice vacation.”

It sounded like Emilia had inadvertently revived an argument between the couple. “Oops,” she said, by way of apology.

“You better believe I’ll hold you to that,” Mrs. Jackson said, the cajoling tone gone from her voice, though she winked at Emilia when her husband wasn’t looking.

“Emmi!” a little voice suddenly cried out, then a skinny bundle of blonde hair and white clothes came rushing out of the living room and caught Emilia in a tight hug.

“Hey there, sweetie. Missed me, huh?”

“Yeah!” Stella replied with enthusiasm. The beautiful young girl looked up at Emilia with her bright green eyes, giving her the sweetest smile. It felt like she’d grown again, looking more like a young woman every time they met.

Emilia was glad to see the girl in a good mood. The last time she’d babysat here, Stella’s best friend Stacy had just moved away to the other side of the country, and the poor kid had been feeling really down about it.

“Well, I missed you too,” she said, returning the smile. She wasn’t just being nice, either. She’d always gotten along great with Stella, and it had been a while since she’d sat for the girl. Who knows, the evening might even cheer Emilia up a little.

“Looks like you have things well in hand already,” Mrs. Jackson said, “so I think we’ll be off.” She sounded like she was in a hurry to begin their mini-vacation.

Emilia nodded. “Sure. You two have a good time, now.”

Leaving Stella to say goodbye to her parents, Emilia wandered into the living room, taking in the familiar sci-fi decor — a miniature replica of that spaceship from Star Trek, a few posters of various old shows that Emilia had never seen, a multitude of novels and comic books. Mr. Jackson was a bit of a geek, but there was nothing wrong with that, in her estimation.

Plopping down on the couch, she noticed a DVD box set on the coffee table and picked it up for a closer look. Star Wars, of course it was. It had been a few years since Emilia had seen the older movies in the series, she realized. She’d always enjoyed them as a kid.

“Oh! My dad got that last week!” Stella explained with some excitement as she walked back into the living room. “Isn’t it cool?”

Star Wars? Sure, but… I’m surprised he didn’t own it already. Kind of essential sci-fi, right?”

“Nooo, this one has the original version of the first trilogy, before they added a bunch of stupid computer graphics and other crap. It’s way better!”

Emilia couldn’t help chuckling at the explanation, probably quoted straight from Stella’s dad. “Oh yeah, you mean stuff they changed, like, before we were even born? Very important!”

Stella stuck out her tongue, though the gesture ended up far more cute than rude. “Have you seen the original version?”

“Uh… I don’t know?” Emilia was only vaguely aware that there were different versions. “I don’t think so?”

“Oh! We should watch all three movies tonight, then!” Stella exclaimed, excitement rising in her voice.

“You haven’t watched them already?”

The child gave her a puzzled glance. “Yeah, so?”

Emilia smiled, remembering how she used to watch the same movies over and over again when she was a kid. “Three movies, though, that’s probably like six hours…”


“So… it’ll be past midnight before we’re done.”

“So?” Stella said again, her grin widening with each repetition.

“So that’s way past your bedtime!”

“I won’t tell if you don’t...” the young girl sang, eyes shining with mischief.

“Hmm...” Emilia made a show of considering the proposal, a finger tapping her chin. She had to admit that the idea seemed like fun, now that she thought about it. It wouldn’t be that big a deal if Stella missed her bedtime this once, she supposed. Sometimes, you had to break the rules to have some fun, after all. She was fairly sure the girl would be drifting off halfway through Return of the Jedi, anyway.

Besides, it was hard to deny Stella anything when she gazed at you with those lovely emerald eyes.

“Well, tell you what,” Emilia finally said, “why don’t you go take a bath and put on your PJ’s and all that, and then we’ll see how much we can watch before I have to carry you to bed.”

“Okay, but I’m not gonna fall asleep, and we’ll watch ‘em all!”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.”

As Stella pranced off towards the bathroom, Emilia caught herself admiring the shape of the girl’s little ass in those tight white shorts. Realizing what she was doing, she gave her head a shake to try to clear her mind. Jesus, Em, get a grip, she told herself. She’s just a kid, you’re not that desperate.

Aren’t I, though? she thought, glumly reflecting upon her love life — or lack thereof.

Admittedly, there was no doubt that Stella would be breaking a lot of hearts in a few years — if she hadn’t already started. The girl looked like an angel fallen from heaven. Emilia couldn’t be the only one who had noticed. Still, there was no way she’d try anything with the kid, of course. That was just creepy. It’s all Jodie’s fault, with her dumb jokes.

Emilia shook her head sternly. No. Stella would get back from her bath, and they’d watch the movies. A perfectly normal evening, just friendly, innocent fun. No more weird thoughts.

Once Emilia saw the young girl returning from the bathroom some time later, though, she realized she’d made a critical mistake. For this particular evening, Stella’s nightwear consisted of a pink tank top that went down to her hips, baby-blue panties underneath, and nothing else.

Emilia stared for a moment, taken aback by the vision in front of her. Stella’s top was just tight enough to highlight the girl’s budding breasts and her slim waist. The half-displayed panties offered a tantalizing tease, Emilia already imagining the treasures hidden beneath, despite her best intentions. And those fine legs! They’d be the envy of many older girls.

Stella looked sexy as hell, there was no other way to put it — and she probably didn’t even realize it! Emilia became aware that her mouth was hanging half-open and quickly snapped it shut.

“Something wrong?” Stella asked, a hesitant smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“Uh, no, just… no, all’s good,” Emilia said, struggling to appear casual. “So, we watching that movie, or what?”

Hoping to quickly move on past her embarrassing lapse, she handed the box for the first film to Stella and watched her happily skip over to the TV to put the disc in. As the girl bent over to reach the DVD player in the TV stand, Emilia was treated to another alluring view of her pert little ass.

Oh, fuck me, she thought, despairing. This is gonna be a long evening. “So, uh… that’s all you’re wearing?” she asked, trying to sound like she didn’t care one way or another.

“Yeah, it’s hot tonight,” Stella replied.

“Hot for sure,” Emilia mumbled an agreement, though maybe they weren’t talking about the same thing.

As the obligatory succession of logos appeared on screen, Stella hurried back to the couch and settled down next to Emilia — just a bit too close for comfort, their arms touching in a rather distracting fashion.

The iconic opening fanfare rang out, then the familiar big yellow text began its slow crawl across the screen. Emilia had some difficulty focusing on what it said this time — though she knew the gist of it already: Evil Empire, Rebels, and so on. Instead, her eyes were drawn sideways to her young companion.

Stella had put her feet up on the coffee table — which Emilia was pretty sure she wasn’t allowed to do, but let it slide — offering a nice view of her shapely legs. Emilia couldn’t help but steal glances instead of watching the screen. Damn. Did I have legs like that at eleven? No way.

She sighed inwardly. So much for no more weird thoughts. Could she really be blamed, though? Eleven years old or not, Stella was obviously sexy. Surely anyone would think the same.

Right? Or am I just being a huge perv? I can’t even tell anymore.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then opened them again, forcing herself to pay attention to the movie. Her mind in turmoil, it took some effort at first, but soon she relaxed enough to let herself get pulled in by the familiar story.

Though the image quality wasn’t so great in this version, Stella had been right that the old-school special effects did have a certain distinctive charm to them. Emilia found herself genuinely enjoying revisiting this old favorite in its original form.

Once the end credits started rolling, she turned towards Stella — and once again, her breath caught at how beautiful the young girl was in her skimpy nightwear. Pushing the unwanted thought away, she said, “Well, the Death Star’s destroyed, so I guess they’ll just be celebrating for the next two movies, huh?”

Stella made a face at the silly joke, but a giggle still escaped her lips. “Yeah, right!”

“Oh? That’s not how it goes? It’s been a while since I saw this.” A sudden chime from her phone caught Emilia’s attention, and she absently plucked the device from her pocket. “Nah, but seriously, that was pretty cool. Must have been hard to pull off those effects with really old technology like that.”

Glancing at the phone screen, she read the text from Jodie and realized with horror that her friend was making good on her earlier threat. “Oh God,” she groaned, facepalming.

“What’s wrong?” Stella asked, a little alarmed.

“Oh, nothing. Just a friend of mine, she’s with her boyfriend and, uh…” Emilia hesitated. She gave the girl a sidelong glance, then read the text again: Four orgasms and counting! 

Emilia weighed her response. She shouldn’t tell a kid about something like that, but… she was really curious about what Stella’s reaction might be. It’s not like the message was that explicit anyway, and surely Stella knew the word ‘orgasm’ by now. I wonder if she’s had one yet?

The thought sent a thrill through her and pushed her into a decision. “My friend Jodie, she uh… tends to overshare a lot,” Emilia explained, angling her phone towards Stella to let her read.

The young girl scanned the screen, then let out a little gasp and covered her mouth. “Oh, wow!” she said with a nervous little laugh. “Um… well… sounds like they’re having a good time.”

Emilia chuckled as well, surprised at the comment. Well, she’s not too shocked. Huh. Interesting. “Yeah, sure sounds like it,” she said. “I guess Jodie’s guy is pretty good at, er, getting her off.”

There was a moment of silence, both of them apparently uncertain of what to say next, then Stella cleared her throat. “I, um… I never had that many at one time,” she admitted. “Four… that’s a lot, huh?” Her cheeks flushed a bit, but there was also mischief in her eyes as she seemed to watch for a reaction to her statement.

Emilia’s eyebrows shot up. Wow. Well, that answers that question, she thought, her mouth suddenly dry as she tried hard to avoid the image of little Stella playing with herself — and failing completely. She swallowed before replying, “Yeah, um… I guess it is, really.”

There had been times when Emilia had been really horny, but never enough to make herself come four times in an evening. In a day, maybe. Of course, if she’d had someone to share the fun with, that might be a very different story... “I mean, when you do it by yourself, anyway. You don’t usually, uh… you know, do it over and over,” she continued, unsure what she was even getting at. “Right?”

Stella opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. “Um… yeah,” she finally said after an awkward pause, her eyes shying away from Emilia’s gaze.

What’s she hiding? Emilia wondered. The girl had already admitted to masturbating. Or having orgasms, anyway, but that was the same thing at her age. Unless.... Oh. No, she couldn’t have… could she?

“Wait, you… You didn’t… do it with someone else, did you?” she asked, uncertain whether she was excited or scared to hear the answer.

Stella stared at her wide-eyed and suddenly turned scarlet.

“Holy shit! You did?” Emilia blurted out. She was usually careful to avoid swearing in front of the kids she babysat, but in this rather extreme circumstance it just slipped out. Did eleven-year-olds have sex now? If so, her own case was even sadder than she’d thought.

“Please don’t tell my parents!” Stella begged, suddenly on the verge of tears.

“Hey, calm down. I didn’t mean it like that…” What Stella’s parents might think hadn’t exactly been Emilia’s first line of thought. Besides, she couldn’t even begin to imagine the awkwardness of explaining that their little girl was fooling around with… who?

Suddenly, fear gripped her heart as one ugly possibility occurred to her. “Sweetie, um, are you…” she began, searching for words. “It’s not... an older guy who made you do things, is it?”

“Eww! No!” Stella made a funny grimace.

Emilia sighed in relief. “Okay, okay. Sorry, I had to ask. I was scared for a second. So then, if it was just, like, kids fooling around a bit, well… I guess that’s your business. I won’t tell.”

She knew that a responsible babysitter probably should make the parents aware of a little detail like their eleven-year-old having sexual experiences, but… that was one conversation Emilia really didn’t want to have. Besides, she thought of Stella as a friend, and couldn’t bring herself to snitch on the poor girl.

Stella puffed out her cheeks and let out a long breath in a cartoon-like expression of relief. “Thank you,” she said, as earnestly as if Emilia had just saved her life.

Emilia figured it would probably be best to leave it at that, but… now she was curious about the specifics, and couldn’t let the subject drop. “Sooo… who was it? A boy from school?”

Stella looked at her warily and remained tight-lipped.

“No? Then…” It seemed that Emilia would have to guess. She didn’t remember Stella ever mentioning any male friends. Unless… could it be? “Or a girl, maybe…?” she added with a nonchalant shrug, as if she had no special interest in the matter — though her heart rate sped up at the thought.

Stella did her best impression of a deer caught in headlights. “Is that it?” Emilia had some trouble keeping her tone casual. Wow. Eleven years old, and not only has this kid gotten more action than me, but with another girl, too. Fuck my life. She was wondering which friend Stella had been experimenting with when her mind suddenly connected the dots. “Wait, was it your friend who moved away? Stacy, wasn’t it?”

Stella’s look of disbelief quickly turned to annoyance. “Stop... guessing everything!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Emilia couldn’t keep from laughing. “Sorry, sweetie, but you’re not making it very hard!” Still, the girl’s amusing reaction aside, she felt bad for Stella. No wonder she seemed so depressed before. “That’s really rough, though. Losing a friend is hard enough, but if you were… more than friends… well, I’m really sorry it had to go that way.”

Stella nodded and sighed, now looking dejected all over again.

Emilia cursed herself for bringing it up. “But you guys can still talk online and stuff, right?”

“I guess. We do, but it’s not the same…”

Emilia suspected that, if she’d had a lover, she wouldn’t be content with a long-distance relationship either. Being able to keep in touch online was great and all, of course, but it seemed a poor substitute for kissing and cuddling with a cute girl in real life. Not to mention the actual sex, Emilia thought. If I ever get to know what that's like.

This self-pity wasn’t helping poor Stella, though. Emilia racked her brain for something comforting to say but could only come up with useless platitudes.

In the end, it was Stella who broke the silence. “Do you… think I’m weird? ‘Cause I like girls?” she asked in a small voice, her eyes meeting Emilia’s for a brief moment before darting away.

Emilia blinked, feeling stupid. She hadn’t even considered that Stella might be feeling embarrassed because of that. Emilia was at least comfortable with her own orientation, and had come out to her family and friends, but she could still remember how confused she’d been at Stella’s age. “Oh, no! No no no!” she quickly said. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. Hey, I like girls too!” she confided, hoping to reassure the girl.

The change in Stella was immediate. Her melancholy vanished in an instant as she looked up sharply, replaced by excitement and enthusiasm. “Really?” she exclaimed, as if she’d just heard the best news in the world.

“Well, yeah... It’s no big deal, and you should never feel bad for, um, who you like,” Emilia said. She found the glint of interest in Stella’s eyes to be both alarming and intriguing, making her heart flutter. Uh-oh, she thought, wondering if she’d just made a mistake. Her mind was already conjuring up visions of two naked young girls making love, which didn’t help matters. Stop that! she told herself, to no avail.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Stella quickly wanted to know.

“Oh, um… no,” Emilia mumbled, not wanting to admit that the younger girl actually had more experience than she did. “You’re lucky to have had one already, even if… Err...” She stopped herself before she foolishly brought up their involuntary break-up again. Clearing her throat, she snatched at the first happy topic that came to mind. “Anyway. I bet you girls had a lot of fun, huh?”

A sly smile slowly spread on Stella’s lips. “Oh yeah, a lot,” she said with a slight wiggle of her eyebrows.

Such a simple statement, yet the child’s delivery inflamed Emilia’s imagination like nothing else. She’d met Stacy once, and recalled her being quite the cutie, though maybe not as mesmerizing as Stella. Now the erotic possibilities between those two little girls swam before her mind’s eye, accompanied by a surge of warmth between her legs. Though embarrassed to do so, she desperately wanted to ask for every detail.

That was a terrible idea, though. Emilia eyed the TV, trying to will herself to simply put in the next movie and leave this increasingly dangerous conversation behind them.

Still... she was dying to know how far the two girls had gone, which of the dirty visions in her head had actually taken place. Guilt for the arousal she felt still weighed on her, but its burden seemed to be growing lighter as her panties became damper.

Don’t be a creep, her rational mind exhorted but, overwhelmed by her libido, she thrust the thought away, shutting it away in the back of her brain.

Emilia struggled to keep her voice casual and even. “Cool. Sounds pretty nice,” she said, as if she did that sort of thing all the time. Leaning a little closer in a conspiratorial manner, she asked, “Sooo, what kind of fun are we talking about? How far did you go?”

Stella flashed a grin, excitement quickly overcoming her shyness. Maybe she was happy for the chance to talk about her secret sex life with someone. “Well, you know…” she began, a little coyly at first. “Kissing…”—she mimicked the lip motion—“taking our clothes off…”—a girlish giggle—“and touchingall over!” She finished with a little shiver, as if overwhelmed by her erotic memories.

Emilia swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Images of little Stella with a hand between her friend’s legs flashed in her mind. And the cute, girly way that Stella had explained it all turned Emilia on even more, she was forced to admit. She was certain her panties were now soaked.

“Did you… do it with your tongue, too?” she asked, her voice grown husky with arousal. The part of her that had been objecting to her curiosity had fallen silent — only a slight sense of disapproval remained in a tiny corner of her mind.

Stella nodded. “French kissing? Yeah, that’s fun.”

Surprised, Emilia gazed in wonder at the girl. Doesn't she even know...? “Not exactly. I meant licking… you know, some other place.” She glanced downwards in a meaningful way.

The young girl looked confused for a moment. She followed Emilia’s gaze, then her eyebrows shot up. “What? Licking… down there? No way… Is that even a thing?” she asked in disbelief.

Emilia took a tiny measure of pride in the fact that, though she might not have any experience, she at least knew more about sex than this eleven-year-old. “That’s totally a thing,” she assured Stella, though the girl was looking at her doubtfully. “What? You know how nice fingers can feel, right? So… imagine a warm, wet tongue instead.” Not that Emilia knew what being licked felt like either, but she had spent considerable time imagining it.

Stella pondered the notion for a moment. “Well… I guess that does sound pretty great,” she admitted, a grin spreading on her lips. Her eyes widened as she seemed to look at Emilia in a new light. “So… you’ve done that?” she asked, sounding impressed, or maybe just shocked.

“Oh, err…” Though embarrassed, it seemed Emilia would have to come clean. She didn’t want to mislead Stella. “Well, no. Um, I haven’t actually… done anything with a girl — or a boy, even,” she confessed, scratching the back of her head. “From the sound of it, you’ve had way more action than me,” she added with a nervous laugh.

Stella blinked at her. “Really? Nothing, ever? But… you’re so pretty!” she blurted out. Then, realizing what she’d just said, she grew more bashful. “Err, no, I mean… well… yeah, you are,” she finished with a shrug, apparently deciding to roll with it.

“Oh, um… thanks.” Heat rose to Emilia’s cheeks. She felt a little silly getting flustered at a compliment from a little girl, but it was becoming very difficult to see Stella as just a kid. “I guess I’m just not very outgoing… and kinda bad at talking to people… and, you know, it’s not always easy to tell which girls might be interested,” she explained, thinking of her dumb mistake with the text she’d sent earlier that day.

“Well, you’re talking to me now…” Stella pointed out, a not-so-innocent smile on her lips.

“Yeah, I guess you’re easy to talk to…” Again, that glint in Stella’s eyes was making Emilia uncomfortable in more ways than one. The whole exchange was moving in a rather precarious direction, and despite her salacious interest, Emilia figured it was high time to steer it towards safer grounds.

But Stella beat her to the punch. Really, though? Never even a kiss?”

“Well, okay, there was one kiss,” Emilia admitted.

The younger girl waited expectantly,until it was clear that Emilia would have to tell the story. “It was a few years ago. I was, like, thirteen, I think. There was this girl in my class, Sandy, who I hung out with a bit. One time, I went over to her house and, well… she wanted to try kissing, just to see what it was like, y’know?”

Stella nodded. “That’s kinda how it started with me and Stacy, too!”

“Oh, really?” Emilia made a face. I guess it worked out better for you guys… Anyway, so, yeah, we kissed. And right when our lips touched — God, her lips were so soft, too  — I knew. Knew that it was always gonna be all about girls for me, y’know? I mean, I kinda knew before, of course, but… at that moment, everything felt so right and perfect, if you know what I mean.” Stella smiled, her expression looked like she did, in fact, know exactly how it felt. “Buuuut… I guess Sandy didn’t feel the same. One kiss, and then her curiosity was satisfied. She thought I was a weirdo when I wanted to do it again.” She sighed. I was pretty crushed, gotta say...”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Stella said, her voice full of sympathy. She took Emilia’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze — clearly meant as a comforting gesture, but it mainly served to make Emilia’s heart skip a beat. “Well, that Sandy was a big dummy. Girls are the best!” the young girl added with more levity, apparently now more at ease with her own orientation.

“Thanks, sweetie. So there you have it — the pathetically brief history of my love life,” Emilia said with a self-conscious shrug.

Stella was studying her with an appraising look. A very adult look, even, which made Emilia’s pulse quicken, and alarm bells ring in her head. “Do you, um, wantWould you maybe…” the young girl began, then stopped herself, glancing away.

Emilia had a fairly good idea of what Stella wanted to suggest — and there was only danger in that direction, alluring as it was. Her hand was still touching Stella’s, sending confusing signals to her mind. She needed to take back her hand, use it to set up the next movie, and move on from this awkward situation.

She did none of that. Instead, she said, “What is it, Stel?”

Stella met Emilia’s gaze once more, now blushing a little. “Oh, nothing,” she said quickly with a nervous giggle, suddenly a little girl again.

Emilia barely managed to keep herself from sighing in relief. Okay, now change the subject, for fuck’s sake—

“But…” Stella interrupted, then took a deep breath. “Just, I mean, if you want… You could get another kiss. Right now. You don’t have to be lonely,” she said. Her cheeks had turned scarlet, but her eyes held sensual promises. “Or we could maybe do more. I could show you.” She flashed a flirty smile, just as one of her hands fiddled nervously with a strand of hair — an intoxicating mix of sexiness and childishness.

Emilia stared, swallowed. “I…” she began, then fell silent.

It was out in the open now, the little temptress’ offer. Emilia’s brain was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. She couldn’t possibly consider having sex with a kid, a part of her mind argued. That was one sexy-as-hell “kid,” though, another part countered — and God, Emilia was so ready to lose her virginity.

“I, err…” she tried again. It wasn’t like she’d be corrupting or perverting an innocent little girl, right? On the contrary, it was Stella doing the seducing! Still, that particular excuse wouldn’t fly at all if they got caught.

“Look, that’s not, um… I could get in huge trouble,” Emilia finally said, though even to her ears, the objection sounded weak.

Stella’s smile only grew wider, as if she’d already won the argument. “I won’t tell if you don’t...” she said, her voice sweet, but her eyes sultry. She’d already had her way with that line once tonight.

Though Emilia had been hunting for details about Stella’s sexual experiences, now it felt like she’d become the prey instead, as if a cute puppy she’d been chasing turned out to be a hungry wolf. Stella’s gaze, erotic beyond her age, was quickly conquering Emilia’s misgivings, and she had to look away for a moment to be able to think at all.

Her eyes drifted to the movie boxes stacked on the coffee table. Too late for that, she thought. Darth Vader stared back from the cover art, his impassive mask offering no help. Yeah, I know what you think about joining the Dark Side. Instead of considering her current predicament, Emilia could only come up with the silly thought that the Empire would have a better public image if their representative was a sexy young girl, rather than a scary dude in a black cape who chokes people with his mind.

Stella seemed to take the silence for consent. Rising up to her knees, she leaned in close, so near that Emilia could feel the girl’s breath on her face.

One glance into those beguiling green eyes and Emilia felt her scruples dwindling out. “God, I want you,” she whispered, amazed to hear herself say the words. “I… I really do.”

The big grin of childlike delight on Stella’s face did nothing to assuage her guilt, but then the young girl’s lips brushed hers, and all rational thought fled away.

Suddenly, everything felt right with Emilia’s world as they shared that first, soft kiss. Delicious tingles spread through her body as she reveled in the feel of Stella’s silky lips. Even her breath seemed sweet and refreshing.

Like a nomad dying of thirst who finally stumbles upon an oasis, Emilia couldn’t get enough. As soon as their lips parted, she went back for another kiss, then another, growing more passionate each time, her pulse pounding in her ears. Stella seemed just as eager, returning every kiss with ardor.

Finally they had to break apart, pausing for breath. "Wow," Emilia said.

“I know! You’re a pretty good kisser. Y’know, for a newbie,” Stella teased.

“Ha! Thanks, teacher,” Emilia said, making the young girl giggle. She was relieved to know that she hadn’t been a disappointment, though. She could scarcely believe what was happening, but knew she wanted more — needed more. She was just about to pull Stella closer for another luscious kiss when she caught sight of their reflection in the large living room window. “Oh, crap...  hey, let’s at least do this away from the window, okay?” Making out with a kid already seemed like poor judgment; doing so where anyone passing by could see them was definitely dumb.

“Okay!” Stella jumped to her feet, extended both hands to Emilia, then practically yanked her up from where she sat. “C’mon!” the girl cried, then immediately began dragging her towards the bedrooms.

Emilia had to smile at Stella’s childish eagerness -- as if they were going outside to play kid’s games. For her part, though, she was seething with desire and anticipation. This is it, I’m about to have sex. With an eleven-year-old. 

The last traces of her guilt now obliterated by lust, she hurried after Stella.

As Emilia followed the young girl to her bedroom, she noticed how Stella’s top had ridden up to her waist, and eyed that perfect little ass longingly, aching to touch it through those pretty blue panties.

Then, with a surge of excitement, Emilia realized she could do just that — hell, she was already way past the line of what was appropriate, and surely about to get a lot wilder.

Stepping up right behind Stella, she reached out to cup one of the girl’s lovely cheeks and gave it a squeeze. It was nice and firm — just that one touch made her heart skip a beat. Stella loved to swim, and it was clearly doing wonders to keep her butt toned and shapely.

Glancing over her shoulder, Stella flashed a heart-melting smile, one full of mischief. It left Emilia weak at the knees.

She couldn’t wait for them to reach the bedroom. As soon as they rounded a corner into the hallway, Emilia halted Stella with a hand on her arm, pressed her up against the wall and drew the young girl into a long, heated kiss.

“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered afterwards, her voice husky with desire, sounding strange even to her ears.

“Really? You think so?” Stella exclaimed with childlike delight. The way her demeanor kept changing from sexy vixen to exuberant little girl and back again was at once disconcerting... and oddly arousing.

“Yeah, you’re so sexy. Gotta admit, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night,” Emilia said, getting even more turned on by confessing something like that to a girl of eleven.

Stella’s blush managed to make her even cuter, if such a thing was possible. “I thought maybe you were checking me out, but… I kinda figured it was just in my head. Glad I was wrong!”

Stella took Emilia by the hand, and once more began to pull her towards her bedroom, clearly eager to get down to business. Emilia felt just the same, though when they passed by the master bedroom, a slightly different idea popped into her head.

“Hold on a second,” she said, stopping again.

A frowning Stella glanced back at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I was just thinking… you ever done it on your parents’ bed?” It was where she’d be sleeping, after all, though Stella’s parents surely hadn’t expected their daughter to share it with her.

Stella’s eyes widened as she digested Emilia’s question, a slow smile spreading on her lips. “No!” she squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. They grinned at each other, then the younger girl raced into her parents’ room and plopped down on the bed, patting the spot next to her.

Emilia didn’t need to be told twice. She swiftly followed, seating herself close to Stella, then before she could get a word out, the eleven-year-old threw both arms around her, claiming Emilia's mouth in a messy kiss.

I could get used to doing this kind of thing regularly, Emilia thought, her pulse quickening.

Eager to take things a step further, she extended her tongue, and found Stella’s mouth only too eager to welcome her in. Tentatively at first, she explored her partner’s mouth, then growing in confidence, she was soon teasing and playing with Stella’s tongue in some sort of sexy duel. She found the experience intensely erotic.

“Mmm,” she purred when their lips finally parted. “You were right, that’s pretty fun.”

“I know, right?” All smiles, Stella lay back on the bed, placing both hands behind her head. She watched Emilia expectantly, leaving her the choice of how to proceed.

Emilia’s eyes drank in the young beauty stretched out before her. Stella’s golden hair was fanned out around her angelic face, her pink top had lifted up to give a tantalizing peek at her belly, those cute blue panties hinted enticingly at the untold pleasures hidden beneath, and her legs were simply to die for.

Emilia hesitated. Spoiled for choice, she had a hard time deciding where to even begin. In the end, her hand shaking ever so slightly, she reached out to caress those lovely legs that she’d been admiring all evening. Up one leg, then down the other. Stella’s skin was silky smooth and a delight to lightly brush with the tips of her fingers.

Emilia let her hand roam up to Stella’s velvet-soft inner thigh, making the girl squirm in anticipation. Though she desperately wanted to go just a little higher and touch the treasure that those little panties were concealing, she decided to pace herself. Let’s save that part for last, she decided.

Instead, she turned her eyes to Stella’s exposed tummy. Leaning over, Emilia deposited a soft kiss on the cute belly button, then a few more around it, and finally a quick lick for good measure, making her partner giggle.

It was intoxicating to be so close to Stella, inhaling the nice, soapy smell of her skin, even getting a taste of her on the tongue. She longed to touch, to kiss, to love every bit of this little siren's body. 

Some parts more than others, of course. Taking the hem of the pink tank top between two fingers, she slowly lifted it, making a show of peeking underneath.

Stella grinned at her antics. “I can take it off if you want.” Sitting up, she began to do just that, but hesitated at chest-level. “Um, my boobs are real small, though,” she warned, a hint of insecurity in her voice.

“That’s fine, sweetie. I bet you’re just beautiful,” Emilia said, her eyes fixed on Stella’s skin as it was revealed.

Reassured, Stella finished pulling off the garment in one quick motion, then bravely presented herself for Emilia’s inspection. She had the cutest little bumps, topped by slightly puffy nipples. No need for a bra just yet, but the girl would probably require one before long.

Emilia stared for a moment, overwhelmed by how sexy and alluring this topless little girl was. “Well, look at that, I was right,” she finally said, with a wink. “You are beautiful.”

“Um, thanks,” Stella replied — blushing, but clearly pleased.

Suddenly drawn forward by an urge beyond her control, Emilia found herself mere inches from Stella’s tempting chest. Gazing up into the girl’s eyes, she flicked her tongue over a nipple, watching as Stella gasped in response.

“Sensitive, huh?” Emilia asked, pleased with the reaction.

“I... I guess so.” Stella seemed surprised. Emilia wondered if that was the first time she’d experienced that feeling.

Taking the nipple into her mouth, Emilia took a moment to gently suck on it, then moved to the other breast, tracing circles around its areola with her tongue.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Stella murmured.

Straightening herself, Emilia smiled at the girl. God, she was so sexy in just her panties. Wrapping her arms around Stella, she pulled her in for a deep and passionate kiss. She let her hands roam over her young partner’s body as their tongues tangled, one drifting down the girl’s back to grab at her ass, the other caressing her budding breasts. Stella moaned her appreciation into Emilia’s mouth.

After a long moment, they had to take a breather, both of them panting as they eyed each other. “Can I see yours too, now?” Stella suddenly asked, looking pointedly at Emilia’s chest.

“Oh, um, sure. I guess that’s only fair.” Emilia grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off over her head. Reaching behind to unhook her bra, she hesitated briefly, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. It seemed silly — it wasn’t like she had anything to envy Stella for in that department — but still, it was the first time she’d be undressing in front of a lover. After a shaky chuckle, she fought off the nervousness, undid the hooks, and let the bra slide down her arms.

“Woooow,” Stella exclaimed, wide eyes fixed on Emilia’s bare tits.

“Thanks, um, I think,” Emilia said, laughing. In her view, there was nothing too special about her modest B-cups, but Stella’s reaction was making her feel like a busty top model for the first time in her life. And maybe the last, she told herself, but what the hell, it’s pretty flattering.

Her heart rose in her throat when she saw Stella reach out to touch, but the girl seemed to change her mind midway, letting her hand fall back. Disappointed, Emilia was about to assure her that touching was just fine, but she soon realized that her partner had another idea in mind.

Stella leaned in, just as Emilia had done earlier, until her face was level with one breast. Looking up with a playful glance, she slowly extended her tongue, then flicked it around Emilia’s nipple.

“Ah!” Though she’d been fully expecting the contact, Emilia couldn’t help gasping at the electric sensation of it — like an erotic bolt of lightning going straight down to her already-soaked pussy, driving her wild with desire.

Grinning at the reaction, Stella continued to tease the rapidly hardening nipple with her tongue, pausing to exclaim, “Oh, it’s getting all stiff!”

“Mmm-hmm. That means you’re — ah! — doing a wonderful job.” Stella switched sides to give her other breast some love as well, and Emilia moaned, “God, this feels good.”

Told you!” Stella pulled back a little, then, with a lecherous smile on her lips, cupped Emilia’s breasts with both hands, fondling them to her heart’s content. “Wow, your boobs are so great.”

Emilia let out a happy sigh, loving how Stella’s hands felt on her sensitive flesh. “Glad you like ‘em. They sure like you right now,” she said, winking.

She was trying her best to seem relaxed, but the truth was that Emilia had never known such intense excitement. If things already feel this great, what'll it be like when we actually get to —

“Hey, let’s get all naked!” Stella suddenly said, apparently thinking the exact same thing. Without waiting for a reply, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, then kicked them to the floor. Now completely nude, the girl sat back, one leg straight, the other folded under her, giving a perfect view of her sex — maybe it was simple immodesty, but the look in Stella’s eyes suggested she knew exactly what she was doing.

Emilia stared at the little girl’s pussy, perfectly smooth, perfectly formed like a little peach, perfectly sexy and inviting. She swallowed, her mouth already watering at the wicked possibilities going through her mind.

“Your turn,” Stella reminded her with an arched eyebrow.

“Oh, right.” Emilia gave herself a shake and got to her feet. She took her time undoing her shorts, all the while enjoying Stella’s look of rapt attention. Then, turning her back to the girl, she slowly pulled down her shorts, bending over to get them to her feet, in what she hoped was an appropriately sexy striptease.

Glancing over her shoulder, she was satisfied to see the naked desire in Stella’s eyes. The sight of lust on such an angelic face served only to fuel her own hunger even further. She gave her ass a little shake, hoping to excite the girl even more.

Truth be told, teasing Stella was only one reason she’d turned around. The other was that she’d been certain there would be an embarrassingly large damp spot on the front of her panties and, looking down at herself now, she saw that her arousal was indeed quite evident.

The soiled panties quickly followed her shorts to the floor. Then, not quite sure how to do a very sexy reveal, Emilia simply turned around to face Stella again. “Ta-da!” she announced with a self-conscious titter.

Stella’s eyes roamed over Emilia’s body, a wide grin illuminating her face. Clearly, she had enjoyed the little show.

“Um, sorry, I’d have shaved down there if I’d known we were gonna be, uh… you know,” Emilia said, suddenly feeling a little insecure as she sat back down next to the smooth and sexy young girl. Though no one else had ever seen the results until now, she sometimes shaved off her pubes just in case, or when she wanted to feel sexy. It had been a while since the last time, but thankfully she wasn’t all that hairy anyhow.

“Oh, no! I like your hair,” Stella assured Emilia — a novelty for her, maybe? In any case, the younger girl’s eyes were now intent on Emilia’s bush. As if hypnotized, she reached out for it, then paused just a few inches short, looking up with a question in her eyes.

Heart hammering, Emilia gave a quick nod. Things were getting intense, and fast.

She felt Stella’s fingers brush through her pubic hair — light as a feather at first, nearly driving her mad with anticipation. Then the young girl pushed deeper, cupping Emilia’s sex. She slipped a finger between her slick folds, then quickly added another.

“Ah! Oh God!” Emilia cried out as she felt the intimate touch of a lover for the first time. Little wet noises as the fingers moved up and down her slit left no doubt as to how turned on she was. Stella didn’t comment  her knowing smile said it all.

Emilia couldn’t believe how great this was. How did Stella’s fingers somehow feel so much better than her own? She stared wonderingly at the little girl, this innocent-looking angel who was busy fucking her.

Stella looked so sexy and gorgeous, nibbling her lower lip as she concentrated on her erotic task. Emilia wanted to please the girl as well, and she reached out for a tentative squeeze of her ass, a pinch of a nipple — but it was too difficult to focus through the haze of her own bliss.

In fact, she was surprised to feel a familiar tension building up inside her. God, am I getting close already? This had to be some sort of record. At that moment, though, Stella’s fingers slowed, and the feeling melted away.

Emilia gave the girl a look of desperation. “Please don’t stop, sweetie,” she begged.

Stella offered a sheepish smile. “Oh, sorry. Just, um… is it okay if I… put a finger, um, inside?”

Emilia very much liked the sound of that. “Oh. Yeah, of course! Please do.”

The smile turned into a naughty grin. “Cool! Stacy was kinda scared to try that.”

Emilia was only too happy to let the young girl carry out her fingering fantasy. She gasped when Stella’s index finger entered, carefully at first, then slowly began to probe her. Extending her arms behind her for support, she began to push back against her partner’s hand. Soon they had a pleasurable rhythm going.

Stella’s brow was furrowed as she focused on the task, but she still seemed to be pleased with this new experience. After a moment, evidently feeling adventurous, the girl inserted a second finger, much to Emilia’s delight. Those fingers felt amazing inside her vagina, but when Stella also pressed a thumb to her clit…

“Oh God, yes! Fuck!” Emilia cried out. Then, realizing she’d let slip an F-word, she clamped a hand over her mouth — though Stella only gave her an amused look. It was a pretty silly thing to worry about when they actually were fucking.

The intensity of Emilia’s pleasure quickly chased away her embarrassment. In fact, she was having trouble keeping herself upright, so she lay back, supported only by her elbows so she could keep watching Stella. The sight of the young girl pistoning two fingers into her sex was driving Emilia wild, the dam of her built-up ecstasy about to crack and burst. “Yes, yes, sweetie, yes! You’re g-gonna… make me… aaaah!”

Her head rolled back as a mighty orgasm overwhelmed her. She gave voice to her pleasure in hoarse cries while her body thrashed near-uncontrollably. Her bliss went on and on, longer than she’d ever thought possible, her every nerve on fire.

Finally, her body went limp, and she lay motionless, panting hard, her mind unable to fully process the pure joy she’d just experienced. She sensed Stella’s motion, felt the girl stretch out next to her.

Did you get off? Was it a nice one?” the girl asked, her innocent voice at odds with what she was asking.

“Oh my God…” Emilia mumbled, still trying to catch her breath. “You’re… really good at that…” She’d never come that hard, not ever. Opening her eyes to gaze at her underage lover, Emilia gave the girl a weary smile. Stella grinned back, looking very proud of herself.

Taken by a sudden wave of lust, Emilia wrapped both arms around the girl’s neck and drew her in for a grateful kiss that quickly grew heated. “Now, I believe it’s your turn,” she said afterwards, gently rolling Stella onto her back.

Their lips met again while Emilia let her hands wander all over the girl’s body, reveling in the warmth and softness of her skin. Her fingers brushed lightly against Stella’s breasts, her belly, her thighs — every touch leaving little goosebumps in its wake.

“That tickles,” Stella said, giggling. “But… in a nice way.”

Emilia smiled as she continued to caress her young partner. She had dreamed of being with another girl for so long, and thus far the experience more than lived up to her lofty expectations. Simply touching Stella was making her heart flutter again, but there was a certain special spot on the girl’s body that Emilia ached to explore more than any other.

Gazing into Stella’s eyes, she let a finger trail lightly across the girl’s sex, tracing the outlines of her lips. She got a cute little gasp in response, which only made Emilia want to give Stella more of the same. She did just that, the tip of her finger slowly brushing up and down the cleft of her little lover’s slit.

Though she enjoyed taking her time, savoring every detail, an impatient whimper from her partner made it clear that Stella was ready to be taken to the next level. Still holding the girl’s gaze, Emilia pressed in with her finger, slipping between Stella’s pussy lips and discovering with delight that the little minx was just as wet as she’d been herself.

“Mmmm,” Stella purred, music to Emilia’s ears.

It was thrilling to watch those mesmerizing eyes glaze over in pleasure as Emilia began to rub Stella’s little treasure in earnest. Soon, impassioned moans were escaping the young girl’s lips. Wow, this is so hot! Emilia thought. She was rapidly coming to the conclusion that giving pleasure was every bit as great as getting it.

Wanting more of her lover’s delicious body, Emilia lowered her mouth to Stella’s stiffened nipples sucking on one, then the other, then teasing them with her tongue. Judging by the tremors racing through the girl’s slight frame, Emilia was doing an excellent job of pleasuring her.

After a moment, glancing down to where her hand was still busy between Stella’s legs, Emilia decided that there was another, better use for her tongue. Her mouth was already watering at the thought. “Hey, Stella…” she began as her fingers slowed in their movements.

“Hmm?” Stella, eyes closed, her lips pursed in annoyance at the interruption.

“I wanna try… the tongue thing, alright?”

“Oh!” Stella raised herself on her elbows to gape at Emilia. “Really? O-okay.” She seemed both excited and a little apprehensive.

Emilia flashed a reassuring smile, then began to kiss her way down the girl’s body, her heart pounding faster the closer she got to her goal. Stella was already squirming in anticipation, but Emilia just had to pause for an instant to admire that perfect little pussy up close. From this intimate distance, she could see there actually was just a hint of golden down starting to grow on the child’s vulva. It was a sight that thrilled her to the core.

She inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of arousal, then deposited a soft kiss on Stella’s sex. Then another, and another, encouraged by the gasps that the girl let out each time Emilia’s lips touched her pussy.

When Stella began to thrust her hips forward, Emilia decided to let the girl have what she wanted. She slipped her tongue between her partner’s nether lips, letting it trail the length of the slit, relishing her first taste of another girl. The flavor didn’t seem all that different from her own, which she’d sampled many times while imagining a situation just like this one — but the source made it seem all the more luscious.

While it was true that Emilia lacked hands-on experience when it came to sex, she did have a very good idea of what to do thanks to rather extensive internet “research.” In fact, an erotic story she’d once read had mentioned that tracing the alphabet with the tongue was a good technique to try at first, so she set out to do just that.

“Ooooh! Oh my God, that feels soooo good,” Stella gushed, apparently enjoying the whole set of letters, though unsurprisingly showing some preference for those that brushed her clitoris. Capital T’s were a big hit.

Stella’s breathing was getting short, her cries growing progressively louder. Determined to make her little lover’s orgasm a memorable one, Emilia began focusing more on Stella’s pleasure bud, rapidly flicking her tongue over it, increasingly eager to hear the girl scream in ecstasy.

“Ah! Emmi, yes!” Stella cried out.

Emilia smiled when she felt her partner’s fingers tangling and tightening in her hair, and decided that she could really get used to having a pretty girl shout out her name in the throes of pleasure. Knowing Stella was getting close to her release, she kept licking that sweet pussy for all she was worth, even though her jaw was starting to ache a little.

It only took a few more seconds before a great spasm shook Stella’s body, then wordless, blissful cries escaped her lips as her thighs clamped around Emilia’s head.

Unfazed, perhaps even excited to have her face trapped against a lover’s sex, Emilia didn’t relent in her tongue action, striving to give Stella the greatest orgasm possible. Finally, the girl’s moans faded and her body went limp.

Licking her lips, Emilia crawled up and stretched out next to Stella, watching her slowly recover her breath. She was very pleased with herself, having given this little angel what looked like one hell of a climax. “Not bad for a beginner, huh?” she said, placing a kiss on Stella’s shoulder.

The girl laughed. “Yeah! Oh my God, it’s amazing with the tongue!” she exclaimed, snuggling up against Emilia.

“I thought you might like that.” Emilia rolled onto her back, pulling Stella’s bare body on top of hers.

“It, um… it wasn’t gross, though, was it?” Stella nervously glanced at Emilia.

“No, sweetie. Actually, you’re delicious.” Emilia winked, then snapped her teeth together, pretending to take a bite out of Stella’s nose. She’d definitely loved it, her first time going down on a girl.

Stella giggled, then laid her head down on Emilia’s chest, their legs in an affectionate tangle. She seemed to be resting peacefully.

Emilia pondered what had just happened. She had a hard time believing that an ordinary night of babysitting had turned into this unbelievable experience. I just had sex, she thought, wondering if she should feel more grown-up somehow. With an eleven-year-old, she reminded herself. There was still some residual guilt about that in the back of her mind, but it wasn’t as heavy a weight as she might have expected. The sex had been incredible, and Stella had obviously enjoyed it as much as she did. Should she really feel bad about it?

Maybe she’d feel differently about it later, when she wasn’t dazed from lovemaking. For the moment, though, Emilia had to admit she was still turned on. Eating Stella’s pussy had excited her immensely, and now she was becoming keenly aware of the young girl’s body pressed against hers, especially Stella’s thigh, which was resting against her sex. Squirming a little, Emilia wondered if her new lover had the energy for some more fun.

As if on cue, Stella lifted her head, a knowing look in her eyes. This little girl was dangerously perceptive. With a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, she allowed a hand to slowly trail across Emilia’s ribs up to one breast, then casually toyed with the nipple until it stood rigid at attention. “More?” she asked, all sweet innocence.

“God, please,” Emilia breathed, renewed desire creeping into her voice.

Looking satisfied with that answer, Stella lowered her mouth to Emilia’s other nipple, taking it between her lips to gently suckle. Soon, it was just as stiff as the other one. Then Stella took some time alternating between Emilia’s breasts, pleasuring one, then the other.

Emilia ran her fingers through Stella’s lovely golden hair, enjoying the delicious sensations the girl’s tongue was giving her. She could feel her pussy getting wet all over again — Stella certainly knew how to get a girl worked up! 

Ooooh!” she squealed when she felt her lover’s thigh press harder against her slick sex. It was hardly an accident — an instant later, Stella repositioned herself so that her thigh was firmly wedged between Emilia’s legs. She began to move her hips in a steady rhythm, thrusting forward and putting an exquisite pressure on Emilia’s pussy — surely getting her leg wet with love juice in the process.

After a moment, Emilia noticed Stella’s breath starting to accelerate as well, then felt a warm wetness on her own thigh. She realized that the girl was humping her at the same time, giving herself the same pleasure that Emilia was enjoying.

Their eyes met and they exchanged quick grins as Emilia began pushing back, the two of them falling into an increasingly brisk tempo. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of panting and wet slapping noises.

Suddenly, the young girl paused in mid-motion. Hold on!” she gasped, “I’ll… I’ll show you another way — it’s even better!” Dismounting, Stella knelt between Emilia’s legs instead, pushing them apart, then leaned forward until she was nearly lying on top of Emilia, supported by her elbows. Now their sexes were brushing against each other.

Emilia gasped when Stella pushed down with her hips, grinding their pussies together. Quickly getting the idea, she spread her legs even further, then began to thrust back against her lover. She’d seen this kind of thing done in sex videos before, though not quite in this position. “Mmm, this is nice,” she murmured.

Stella nodded, her eyes already half-closed and glazed over. She’d obviously tried this before, her hips churning in a steady rhythm that soon had them both whimpering.

Emilia let her hands roam over her lover’s back, slowly caressing their way down to Stella’s tight little ass. She cupped it with both hands, pulling the young girl against her even harder, mashing their slits together. It felt intensely sensual to have sex this way, their pussies sharing the most intimate kiss, the juices mingling.

Frustratingly, though, as exciting as the position was, Emilia was feeling her pleasure leveling off. It felt good, but she suspected this wouldn’t be quite enough to get her off. She wasn’t quite getting the friction  on her clit that she craved, and squirming around in an attempt to improve her position proved to be increasingly awkward.

Stella certainly didn’t seem to have that problem. She was rolling her hips with obvious intent, grunting with pleasure at each push against Emilia’s sex. She clearly knew exactly what she was doing — lots of practice with Stacy, maybe? — and looked to be well on her way to a nice climax.

Emilia watched the young girl exerting herself. Stella’s hair was sticking to her face with sweat, her breath was ragged, her eyes shut tight and her mouth slack — and somehow, she’d never seemed so beautiful. It was amazing to observe this little angel in the throes of passion, pleasure written on her lovely face.

Oooh! Yeah, c-come for me, sweetie!” Emilia gasped.

It didn’t take long at all before Stella did just that. She let out a quick blissful cry and pushed herself down hard against Emilia, then her body went rigid, her mouth wide open in a long, silent moan. She was even more beautiful mid-orgasm, if such a thing was possible, despite her face being twisted in a grimace of ecstasy.

Emilia felt her own excitement surge, and her pleasure peak, but not quite enough to join her partner in release. When Stella finally went limp and collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, Emilia wrapped both arms around the girl in a tight hug, kissing her hair and inhaling the sweaty-but-sexy scent of her skin.

They spent a while lying together while Stella recovered — it was a good thing the young girl didn’t weigh much. Emilia enjoyed the closeness of their embrace, though she still needed relief from her own sexual tension.

“Mmm, that was good,” Stella said when she could speak again, a big satisfied smile on her lips as she looked up at Emilia. “Oh! But you didn’t get one, right?” she realized after an instant, pushing herself up with some effort.

Emilia had to chuckle at the girl’s reaction. “That’s okay, sweetie, take your time,” she said, feigning patience she didn’t really feel.

Stella’s gaze shifted from Emilia’s face to her sex, then back again. “Do you, umdo you want me to do it with my tongue?”

Emilia’s breath caught in her throat. In fact, there was nothing she desired more in the world. “Well, you don’t have to, if you don’t feel like it,” she made herself say, “but if you want to give a try, I’m sure I’d love that.”

She watched the young girl hesitate for a moment, fervently hoping she was feeling up for a new experience. Then with a shy smile, Stella slowly knelt down between her legs, taking a moment to inspect Emilia’s pussy up close.

Simply feeling Stella’s breath on her intimacy was enough to turn Emilia’s arousal up to eleven. She jumped a little when Stella used two fingers to spread her nether lips, the contact electric. “It’s beautiful,” the girl murmured, fascinated.

Stella’s tongue darted out for a quick lick, then the girl paused to sample the nectar. Emilia whimpered, desperate for more. Oh God, please don’t stop!

Apparently satisfied with the taste, Stella extended her tongue again to leisurely explore the folds of Emilia’s sex, taking time to probe and poke at every spot, though favoring the engorged clit, much to Emilia’s delight.

Raising herself up on her elbows, Emilia stared, mouth agape, at this angelic face between her legs, doing such a wonderful job of licking her pussy. Though she didn’t exactly have the experience to make comparisons, she deemed Stella to be a natural at oral sex. Holy fucking shit, this is amazing, she thought, but allowed herself only a restrained groan, struggling to avoid swearing out loud.

Pausing her delicious tongue movements for a moment, Stella looked up and said, “You can say dirty words if you want.”

Emilia raised an eyebrow, wondering if the girl might be some kind of Jedi mind reader. “Yeah, okay, I guess it doesn’t matter at this point,” she conceded. “But please don’t stop, it feels so fucking good.”

Stella grinned widely, then went right back to her task, her tongue rapidly flicking up and down Emilia’s slit, sending heavenly sensations through her core.

“Oh my God, yes! Sweetie, that feels incredible!” She wouldn’t be able to last very long at this rate, especially since Stella seemed to redouble her efforts when Emilia cried out. That was fine, though — at this point she was more than ready for a mind-shattering orgasm.

A loud cry forced its way past her lips when Stella’s tongue circled her clit. “Ah! Fuck! Yes, Stella, right there. Please!”

Stella didn’t need to be persuaded. Concentrating all her attention on Emilia’s pearl, she very soon pushed her over the edge.

Ecstasy flooded Emilia. She quickly lost all sense of awareness, except for the unbelievable pleasure that spread in waves through her, again and again. Her previous orgasm had been surprisingly strong, but this one was undeniably the best of her life.

As the overwhelming sensations faded and Emilia slowly became aware of her surroundings again, she felt Stella slip into her arms.

“You’re right, that was yummy,” the girl said, giggling — and very pleased with herself.

“It felt real ‘yummy’ for me, too… My God…” Emilia breathed. Though still feeling weak, she drew Stella close for a brief kiss, tasting herself on her young lover’s lips.

Stella rested her head on Emilia’s chest, sighing contentedly. Emilia gently caressed her back, hoping the girl was feeling as sated as she did. In fact, she couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed, and a warm sensation between her thighs felt like the faint afterglow of the intense fire from earlier.

Sex was really amazing, she reflected. Even with a little girl. Especially with a little girl, maybe? She still wasn’t entirely certain of her feelings on the matter, but that analysis could definitely wait until later. For now, Emilia was entirely at peace with herself, a lot more hopeful about her life, and happy just to hold Stella in her arms.

Her eyelids were heavy, her mind growing cloudy. The only hint of worry that remained was about how much trouble she’d be in if anyone ever knew what had happened today — what might very well continue to happen, if she was being honest. After all, it had been all too easy to guess the secrets of Stella’s sexuality earlier…

“Hey, sweetie…” she murmured.

“Hmm?” Stella sounded as sleepy as Emilia felt.

“Remember, no telling. And… you have a terrible poker face, by the way. We’ll have to work on that before your parents come home.”

The girl chuckled. “‘Kay,” she said, hugging Emilia tighter.

Figuring that they were both exhausted, Emilia reached out to turn off the lamp on the bedside table. Who knew that the secret of getting kids to bed early was to give them a couple of good orgasms?

Remembering their original plans for the evening, Emilia had to smile. So much for watching the whole Trilogy, she thought just before drifting off to sleep.