Sapphire calmly sipped her ginseng-ginger tea, vivacious herbal aromas steaming as she blew across the rippling surface with her full red lips.

Across from me she smiled and winked, dark-skinned, long dark curly hair tumbling carelessly across her shoulders. "I have this special double-dildo, see," she was explaining to the two blonde girls, Trudy and Kamilia, on my left and right. "with a vibrator," she added.

As she spoke, her body unconsciously maintained a swaying dance back and forth, as if she were (though sitting there, real as real life in front of me, fully clothed in frilly black lace and fishnet stockings on the plain wooden coffeeshop chair) in some alternate reality actually engaged in having sex in a roomful of girls, the fantasy she carried in her head like a pop-song as she strolled through her day.

Sapphire glanced left and right at the two blondes, Trudy with long hair, and Kamilia with short. Drinks set in front of all on the grey, simulated marble formica table, in a coffeeshop called the "Hot Kitten Café," nestled deep in the recesses of a nameless strip mall in a forgotten city somewhere in generic 21st-century America.

My protegé (or should I simply say 'friend?') Trudy, the prude, the long-haired with velvet-blue headband on my left, was tall and thin, and being 14 years old, was the oldest and most conservatively dressed of the bunch. Being the older man in the situation, my duty was to shield her from such prurient interests. But it hardly seemed appropriate to interfere with her socialization with girls younger than herself.

Though it had started out with me simply being her math tutor, we discovered other shared interests and she eagerly absorbed the knowledge I had to offer on a variety of subjects, especially foreign art-films. We had gotten into a routine of attending the cinema together, then adjourning to a local coffee-house to discuss the hidden meanings, implications and intents.

Although when asked directly about sex, Trudy would spit it out words such as "gross" and "disgusting," I had nevertheless long observed that she cherished a clandestine fascination with kinky forbidden sex talk, and I found myself helpless in my efforts to steer her clear of it. Nothing would ever come of it, of course.

Trudy smiled and laughed nervously, her long straight delicate blonde hanging from the dark blue velvet ribbon she wore over the top of her head. Mindless 'alternative' rock music chattered quietly, unlistened-to from the radio in the background, as the pierced, tattooed, and studded dyke behind the counter forcefully pulled another espresso, loudly steaming the latté creme.

Two girls with pink and purple hair, arm-in-arm, awaited their caffeinated confections.

Sapphire continued: "And see, what I like to do is, get myself all hot and wet, with my girlfriend watching, to the point where I almost have an orgasm. Then I strap on, put one end inside myself, and the smaller end inside my girlfriend's butt."

Trudy laughed nervously. "You mean..." she giggled. "... not the, um, front."

Sapphire continued smiling. "That's right baby. I go right in the rear exit." She paused to let the idea sink in, then continued. "Then she sits on the beautiful face of another hot and horny sweet young girl. So when she comes, it makes me reach my orgasm at the same moment. And man, oh man, " -- here, Sapphire tilted her head back in sweet reminiscing -- "flying stars and fireworks going off all over the place."

Not knowing how else to react, Trudy laughed, as if it were the punchline of a hilarious joke.

Short-haired blonde Kamilia seemed familiar with the experience of lesbian orgasm. She had just met Sapphire, and the two of them had invited us to sit with them in order to continue the conversation Trudy had gotten into with them about a teacher they had all shared at school. The subject of the conversation, needless to say, had shifted.

"Have you ever had an orgasm with a guy?" Kamilia asked Sapphire, who gave a little laugh.

"No, but I always wondered if it would have the same effect. Like, when the guy had an orgasm, would it make me come, the same way it does when I'm inside a girl?" She threw me a sly glance, sharp as a stiletto, that pierced to the bone.

I had been nursing a hardon (and my double espresso) for the past seven minutes or so, not really believing the story, and hardly even believing that I was hearing it in the first place from this young teenager. And then her eyes in that fraction of a second tore jagged holes through my psyche, leaving me wholly cross-eyed and gaping helplessly as my mind babbled ghastly clichés and nonsense in an effort to tear my concentration away from the fantasy of having Sapphire inside of me, reaching her orgasm as I came inside one of her girlfriends.

Or worse, having Sapphire inside my butt while I sent my sweet load deep into the girl I was supposed to be guarding from such things, Trudy herself. Guilt drove the nails of desire deeper into my crimson longing. As if she could hear the passion ringing inside my head, Trudy turned to me and gave a long flushed laugh, wild-eyed with her soft bum sticking out twitching behind her.

I could tell from the feminine perfume that erupted from her soft presence, that Trudy had gotten all horny and hot from the conversation -- but it was equally clear that she was totally either unaware or in denial of her sexuality. Meaning that one tiny caress down the sweet crevice between her legs would trigger her to collapse into uncontrollably passionate shivers, not that that was ever going to happen, of course.

My mind, swept away in vivid images, barely tracked the remainder of the conversation as it swerved along little-girl topics, from dresses to dolls to boys and cellular phones. The espressos and teas dipped lower and lower in the glasses and cups, until finally I heard (as if in the distance, through a fog) Sapphire complain about needing to wait for the bus, and Trudy respond by offering that I would be happy to give them a ride -- Kamilia had decided to spend some time visiting at Sapphire's house, even though Sapphire's mom was gone, out on a date, probably overnight.