Chapter 10

Kaylee’s mom picked up her phone when she heard it buzz. A text message from Kaylee! After the previous message she was extremely anxious about what she might see, but she needed reassurance that her daughter was still alive. She opened the text.

HI MOM AND DAD! GUESS WHAT? I LIKE GIRLS TOO!

“What...?”

The first photo showed her daughter in a while blouse and pleated skirt. “How is that possible? She didn’t bring her school uniform with her.” Then she noticed that the skirt was much shorter than the one Kaylee wore to school.

More photos began to arrive, and Kaylee’s mom grew progressively more agitated as she opened each one. “Oh ... my ... god...” There was her innocent, fourteen-year-old daughter raising her skirt to reveal girlish cotton panties. In the next photo, a woman was lowering those panties. Then her daughter was on her back and the woman was licking her (shaved!) genitals.

It was evident from the expressions on Kaylee’s face that she didn’t mind what was happening to her. In fact, she seemed to be having an orgasm—maybe more than one orgasm.

Even more shocking were the photos of Kaylee going down on the woman. “My sweet little girl,” said Kaylee’s mom aloud as she examined a photo which showed in graphic detail her daughter’s tongue buried in the woman’s very wet snatch.

The woman’s face was not shown in any of the photos, but she was clearly no teenager. There were several men in the photos, too, but only their lower legs and feet could be seen. It appeared they were standing in a circle around Kaylee and her ... rapist? Or lover? It was hard to say. She certainly didn’t appear to be resisting.

Kaylee’s mom thought back to her college days when she’d had a fling with female grad student three years older than herself. It was her one and only lesbian experience, and one that she’d tried to forget about ever since.

When she realized that she was gently rubbing herself under her skirt, she stopped. “Why am I thinking about something that happened twenty years ago?”

The notion that she had become aroused by looking at photos of her daughter was inconceivable.

“We’re here,” said Natalia after they’d been driving for about ten minutes. When her blindfold was removed, Kaylee saw that they were next to a soccer field which appeared to be on the grounds of a school.

They got out of the car and Kaylee saw two men she didn’t recognize. They both held professional-looking video cameras. Señor Vásquez immediately began to bark commands.

“Natalia and Kaylee!” he ordered. “Get out on the field and kick the ball around.”

It didn’t take long for the blonde American to forget about the cameras and show the older girl what she could do. Both teens did their best to dribble around the other when they had control of the ball, or to try and take it away when they didn’t.

Carmen stood on the sidelines with a clipboard in her hand and a whistle around her neck. She tried to look stern when the camera was pointed at her.

The sun was just sinking over the horizon but the temperature was still in the nineties. Both girls were soaked with sweat in minutes. Kaylee was really starting to enjoy herself when Señor Vásquez called for them to stop.

“That’s good enough, you two. Let’s go inside.”

He led the way into the building, which was indeed a school. They passed through a gymnasium, went down a short hallway until they reached a door labeled vestuario de chicas.

The locker room wasn’t much different from the one in Kaylee’s school except that it looked old and needed fresh paint. There were wooden benches between the rows of lockers and a shower room at one end. It was odd seeing the two cameramen and Señor Vásquez in a room meant only for girls.

“This is what is going to happen,” said the director. “Natalia and Kaylee, you are going to walk in as though you just finished practice. You undress each other and begin to make love on this bench. Carmen, your ‘coach,’ will come in and catch you in the act. Then she will join in for a threesome.”

Kaylee glanced at her friend, who grinned at her.

“Any questions?” said Señor Vásquez.

“Um, can we take a shower first?” said Kaylee. “I’m all sweaty.”

“No, you may not. Your perspiration will add veracity to the scene.”

The cameras and lights were set up and the girls were sent to wait just outside the door. They heard Señor Vásquez yell, “Action!” and walked into the locker room.

Kaylee had expected the situation to be very awkward, but the cannabis in the gummy had begun to take effect. Natalia kissed her and desire surged through her body. She thought back to their dinner at La Bianca and how sexy her friend had looked in her white dress. Now Natalia’s tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it.

After making out with the pretty Latina for a couple of minutes, the cameras, the lights, and even the director faded into the background. Kaylee couldn’t get enough of touching and being touched. “Oh!” she gasped when Natalia kissed her throat.

Señor Vásquez could see that his performers were getting aroused and he had enough sense to keep his mouth shut and let them go at it.

The blonde American wanted very badly to see and touch her friend’s breasts. She grabbed the hem of Natalia’s jersey and pulled it up. The Mexican teen raised her arms and the jersey came off. The only remaining obstacle was a sweat-soaked sports bra which Natalia managed to remove with Kaylee’s help.

“Oh my god! Your boobs are so perfect!”

“You like them? Then kiss them, please.”

Though not as big as Carmen’s, the young Mexican’s breasts were round and full, and Kaylee thought they were beautiful. She took one in each hand and squeezed gently. She kissed the nipples and felt them stiffen between her lips.

“Suck them,” said Natalia. “Suck my nipples.”

Kaylee did, with pleasure. That needy sensation between her legs was back, and she hoped Natalia wouldn’t keep her waiting too long to satisfy it.

She needn’t have worried. The black-haired teen was soon helping Kaylee to undress. “I love your nipples!” said Natalia when the American’s bra was off. “They’re so pink.”

She sucked one puffy nip while rolling the other between her thumb and forefinger. Kaylee groaned with pleasure. The girls kissed again, their tongues playing tag in each other’s mouths. “I want to taste you,” Natalia whispered in her friend’s ear. “Let’s get your shorts off.”

Seconds later, Kaylee was naked except for her knee-high socks and shin pads. Natalia spread a towel for her on a bench and placed another on the floor to kneel on. The blonde Wisconsinite was high as a kite from the gummy, and she was horny as a bitch in heat. She barely noticed the men in the room.