Chapter 4

I stopped myself, feeling odd about it – both scared and excited at once and not knowing why. I left the bathroom and returned to the store. It was quiet and still. Then before I saw them, I heard them – Doris moaned like Mamma did when Papa Bruce kissed her. The way Dad must surely be touching her now, on their cruise. It was deep and made me shiver inside rather than outside. It sounded the way touching my erect nipples felt.

I quietly peered around a rack of slips and saw Doris leaning back against a display table with Claire underneath her skirt. I could not see what Claire was doing but Doris would first lean back then snap forward around Claire’s covered head. She made a soft deep sound that made my whole body tingle. I watched as her body curved and concaved, Doris’ hands stroking the shape of Claire’s head, which seemed to bounce oddly under the skirt.

After some time, Doris began to gasp and stiffen. She leaned forward and clutched Claire tightly to herself. I could not see what was happening and yet I felt as though my body was as taut as Doris muscles were. Every part of me throbbed in time with my racing heart and the more Doris gasped, the harder it became for me to breathe. Suddenly she exhaled; an odd sound as if she were trying to scream silently but could not contain it. I shuddered and to my embarrassment and shame, wet myself. I found myself panting just as hard as Doris was when she finished. Claire came out from under the skirt, her face glistening wet and they kissed. It lingered. I swallowed hard and wondered what it felt like to kiss a woman the way I had kissed Ricky.

“Rosa.” Doris’ voice startled me and I realized that I was standing there blindly. “Come along my sweet. We must make our purchases and return home.”

We looked around for a while longer and finally settled on a vivid yellow lace bra for Doris. It set off her skin like sunlight sets off shade. For me, Claire found a dusty pink satin bra. “Deep rose for a rose,” she said as her hands brushed across my breasts to insure a proper fit. Doris paid for both items and we redressed, putting our old garments in a bag.

At the door, Claire kissed us both. “Au revoir.” Her lips tasted savory and I wanted to kiss her again to learn what it was she had eaten. As Doris and I walked through the mall, I kept licking my lips trying to identify the odd taste. Doris did not mention Claire’s odd action under her skirt or the strange salty musky taste on her lips and so I did not either. We made a few more stops, had a few more English lessons, and went home.

After dinner, I still found myself strangely distracted by the image of Claire and Doris – especially the thought of Doris silently screaming. I excused myself and went to take my shower early. Under the water spray, I found my nipples still erect and the slightest touch sent shivers through me. I also found to my horror that my special place was terribly wet. At first, I thought I had wet myself many times over and not realize it. But then I noticed that it had no unpleasant odor – indeed, it was reminiscent of the taste of Claire’s kiss.

I touched the wetness between my legs and felt a shock so strong, my knees almost buckled. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. I touched myself again, and again an intense sensation washed over me. It was not simply pleasure – pleasure was too limited a word. Carefully, I touched myself and after a little testing, found that only one spot brought about that indescribable bliss. I forgot completely about washing and began exploring this newfound secret of my own body. I found my fingers wet with water were not half as nice as my finger wet with my own wetness. I also found that touching everywhere inside the mouth where hair was just beginning to grow felt nice, only the one little nub made me shiver. Each time I touched it, the feelings seemed to grow in intensity until at last I touched it and I felt torn apart. Fire burst down every nerve. A short burst of pee shot out and a strangled cry burst from my throat. I leaned against the shower wall, panting and feeling oddly relieved and tired. I washed as quickly as I could and went to my room.

Doris was waiting for me.

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