Birds in Flight

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Birds in Flight

by Girl Lover

Seventeen year-old Jill quickly wrote I LOVE YOU, MOM & DAD. HAPPY BIRTHDAY on the card and put it in the side-pocket of her backpack. Both her mom and dad's birthdays were coming up in a couple of weeks and because their birthdates were so close together, they picked a date in the middle so they could celebrate together. Jill hated that she wasn't able to think of anything other then writing "Happy Birthday" on the card. Writing wasn't her strong suit, but her parents would know everything that her simple message entailed. She closed the door of her locker as she waited for her two best friends, Wendy and Tracy to finish checking their make-up. Wendy slammed her locker door closed, closely followed by Tracy, and the three set off down the hall of McCallum Middle-High School. It was Monday and they just received the new schedule for the football games and were already making plans. Being the head cheerleaders, they were the most popular girls in the school and they knew it. More then that, they loved it. They didn't walk down the hall, they strutted. Every guy wanted to be with them and every girl wanted to be them.

Heading to the cafeteria for lunch, they commented on the fifth-grade presentations that they had just left. Every year, the fifth-grade students presented their individual science reports to the school assembly. Having to sit through twenty science reports had put Wendy in a bad mode.

"I thought those stupid reports would never end! And the little shits just kept coming. After one little fucker would leave, another would come and start running their mouth about mammals or volcanoes. I almost walked out."

"Like you could've gotten past Fanny," Tracy remarked at her. Fanny was the robust school custodian and hall monitor, able to physically deal with even the largest boys. "I could've handled her," Wendy retorted back.

They rudely pushed their way through a line of sixth-graders, making their way to the fast food line. After getting their food and drinks, they carried their food over to their table which they had claimed years ago. As they approached it, they were stunned to see that someone actually had the gall to be sitting at their table. A new fifth-grader, who apparently did not know the rule of how nobody is allowed to sit at their table. They walked over to the small, chubby girl at the table, her lunch spread out before her as she took out a sandwich from her paper bag. They encircled her, glaring down at this obvious intruder.

"Just what the fuck d'ya think you're doing?!" Wendy blared. Startled, the girl looked up at them, flabbergasted at their reaction.

Jill leaned into her face, growling, "You fat fuck, she asked you what do you think you're doing?!"

"E-eating my lunch," the girl mumbled in a frightened voice.

"Don't you know this is our table?!" Tracy glowered at her. The girl could only stare back in stunned silence.

Glancing at the food on the table, a sandwich, an apple, a piece of cake and a packet of juice, Wendy exclaimed, "No wonder you're so fat!"

"You fat pig! What's your name?!" Jill ordered her.

"L-Linda."

"Wrong!" Wendy yelled, "Your name is Piggy!" Tracy picked up the piece of cake and mashed it into the girl's face, pushing her off the seat and causing her to fall backwards onto the floor. As the other kids heard the commotion, saw Linda sprawled out on the ground, chunks of cake stuck to her face, they burst out laughing. Shoving the rest of the food off the table and onto Linda, the three older teens sat down and began eating.

Thoroughly humiliated, Linda slowly pulled herself up, wiping the cake off her face and picked up the remains of her lunch off the floor. With the other kids still laughing, Linda left the cafeteria. Watching her leave, Wendy narrowed her eyes at the departing girl, "The nerve of that cunt! Actually sitting here as if it was her table!" Turning back to Jill and Tracy, Wendy smiled, "Let's have some fun with that fat fuck." Jill and Tracy nodded.

After recess ended, Linda saw a piece of paper, taped to her locker, with the word's, "Piggy's locker" written on it. A sad look crossed her face as she pulled it off before opening her locker. Taking out her science book, she closed her locker and started to walk to class, but stopped as she saw Wendy blocking her path.

"You don't think you're a pig?" Wendy asked her menacingly.

Linda quickly glanced over to the hard eyes of Jill who glared back, then cast down to the floor. "I'm not," Linda mumbled half-heartedly.

"Yes you are," Tracy growled quietly.

"You will always be a pig," Wendy echoed, "Your name is Piggy. Say it." Linda hesitated and Wendy grabbed her collar, "Say it..."

"My name is...," Linda started in a very low voice then faltered.

Wendy twisted her collar in her hand, "Louder."

"My name is Piggy." Tears came to Linda's eyes.

Then Wendy told her, "Now say, `My name will always be Piggy.'" Again, Linda glanced at Jill. "Say it!" Wendy snapping her attention back.

"My n-name will always be Piggy," her voice choked as the tears ran down her cheeks.

"And don't you forget it," Wendy told her, letting go of her collar, "Remember...one word to anyone about this and I'll really get you!" Wendy smiled to the others before walking off, laughing with Jill and Tracy.

During the rest of the afternoon, Wendy managed to text a note across the school,

HOW TO HAVE FUN WITH PIGGY

Trip her

Hold your nose whenever she walks by

Make her say, "I am Piggy." before doing anything

The text quickly spread and soon, Linda found herself being tripped and mocked throughout the rest of the day. She tried to tell the other kids to stop it, but once it caught on, there was no stopping the mob mentality. Wendy, Jill and Tracy made her say, "I am Piggy" before letting her open her locker before going home.

The next day, Tuesday, more kids joined in calling her names, holding their nose and tripping her. Wendy, Tracy and Jill made Linda say "I am Piggy" every chance they could. They made her say it before using the bathroom, before getting a drink, before eating her lunch and before leaving school. At first, Linda resisted but Wendy quickly forced her to each time. During lunch, Tracy stuck out her foot as Linda walked past carrying her lunch tray, causing Linda to fall over, sprawled out on the floor. Her lunch spread out all over the floor. She picked herself up as the entire cafeteria roared with laughter, picked up her lunch off the floor as best she could. She had to throw it away. It was ruined.

"Good one Tracy!" Jill congratulated her.

"Yeahh! I thought her fat ass would bounce!" Tracy chuckled.

And so it went.

That afternoon after school let out, Jill was about to walk home when she happened to glance up the sidewalk and saw in the distance, Linda slowly walking home alone, her head hanging down, her shoulders quivering. Jill was sure she was crying. For the first time, she began to think about everything that was going on.

Linda slowly walked home; to the trailer park where she lived. Trudging along the littered dirt path, leading to the small trailer that she lived in, she slowly opened the door, peering anxiously inside to see her mom passed out on the couch. Her clothes were filthy and her body reeked of being unwashed for several days. A half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table beside her. The drink which caused her mother to be such an ugly, hateful person. Tip-toeing quietly, Linda took the bottle and then turned towards the bathroom to pour it out.

"What d'ya think yeeer doing?!" a drunken slur sounded behind her.

Linda turned around, paling in fright as she clutched the bottle against her chest, "It's b-bad for you, Mama." As she watched her mother rise up and stagger towards her, Linda began trembling, "It makes you mean." But her pleas were ignored as her mother snatched the bottle out of Linda's hand, shoving her to the floor.

"Didn't I tell you what I'd do if you ever touched my shit?!" her mother picked up a belt hanging on the back of a chair.

Linda tried to get up, her voice coming out in stutters, "I-I-I want to help y-y-you, Mama."

"I don't need your help," her mother sneered menacingly, raising her hand with the belt.

The next day continued as before. Jill noticed a marked change in Linda. She didn't try to resist anymore as if she had lost her will. They didn't need to force Linda to say, "I am Piggy" anymore in order to do something. She was saying it on her own. She said it before getting a drink, before going to the bathroom and before passing them in the hall. The words had no life in them, as if Linda were dead.

When the bell rang for lunch, instead of accompanying Wendy and Tracy to the cafeteria as usual, she told them she wasn't hungry and instead went outside to think. She slowly strolled along the sidewalk, watching the other middle-school children playing on the playground. Following the sidewalk around the perimeter of the yard, she approached the equipment shed and heard a slight noise behind it. Quietly walking to the back corner, she peeked around and to her surprise, saw Linda, sitting down against the shed, hunched over and sobbing. Her face hidden by her arms, her body slightly shuddering. Jill watched her sorrowfully, not knowing what to do, then Linda gasped quietly in her sobbing voice, "P-please don't hurt me anymore."

For a moment, Jill stood there stunned, then said quietly, "Linda..."

"Please g-go away," Linda's voice choked through the tears.

There was nothing else Jill could say. Hearing the agony in this little ten year-old girl's voice, it was only then that Jill finally saw who she was and what she had become. As quietly as she came, she departed, sadly continuing her walk down the sidewalk, pondering what she was doing.

The last class of the day, PE, had just ended. Jill had just put away the basketball and was about to leave when Wendy called her over to the locker room. "What is it?" Jill asked, following her into the locker room.

"This!" Wendy pointed to an open bathroom stall. Jill peeked in and grimaced at the sight of several lumps of feces floating in the toilet bowel. "And now...," Wendy continued, "...Piggy is going to eat her dinner! " Jill looked over to see Tracy dragging Linda over to the stall. Linda's face had terror written all over it. She tried to struggle but was no match for the much stronger Tracy.

In disbelief, Jill spoke out, "Hey, what are you doing?!"

Tracy laughed, "Having fun with Piggy."

Jill blocked the stall, "No! This is going too far. Let her go."

Wendy stepped in front of her, locking her eyes on Jill, "What's your problem?! Why are you sticking up for this little cunt?"

Jill looked over at Linda's frightened face, "This isn't funny!"

Wendy lowered her tone menacingly, "I'm not trying to be funny."

Jill's eyes widened. For the first time in all the years that she had known Wendy, Jill looked into Wendy's eyes and did not like what she saw. For a brief second, she was actually scared. She looked at the terrified, pleading look in Linda's eyes...

...and shoved Wendy hard, causing her to stumble backwards, careening into Tracy, who dropped Linda's arms. Wendy and Tracy fell to the ground in a heap. Jill grabbed Linda's hand and ran out of the locker room. Quickly running through the gym and into the hall, Jill thought wildly as to what she should do. Not wanting to confront Wendy at either of their lockers, Jill decided to take Linda home and then go home herself. Still leading Linda by the hand, Jill led her to the street, running in the direction that she saw Linda walking yesterday. When they came to an intersection, Jill stopped and rested.

"Are you alright?" she asked Linda who was wide-eyed and breathing hard. Linda didn't respond, still in shock over what just happened. "Linda," Jill touched her arm, getting her attention. "I'm going to take you home, okay?" Linda nodded. "Where do you live?"

Linda pointed down the street. They headed in that direction and upon coming to another intersection, Jill saw Linda turn to the right so Jill went down that street till she saw Linda stop. This time in front of a small, rundown trailer. Neither of them had spoken a word during the whole trip and for a moment, they looked at each other.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Jill mumbled quietly before walking off. As she came to the corner of the street and was about to head home herself, Jill turned to look back and was surprised to see the little girl still standing, watching her.

On her way home, Jill reflected on everything. They were just having some fun with Linda. She never meant for it to get out of control like it did and certainly didn't expect Wendy to go this far. And that's what scared her, because now, Jill knew that she herself was on the other side with Linda and that Wendy would be going after her as well.

That night, she layed in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how everything had gone so wrong so fast, as well as what she should do.

The next morning, Thursday, Jill left her house early. Coming to the parking lot of the school, she waited, watching the street for Linda to come. Momentarily, Jill saw the girl slowly walking towards the school. Jill started for her and when Linda saw Jill approaching, she stopped, wondering what was going on.

"Hi," Jill addressed her somberly, " I was uh...going to walk you inside to make sure nobody bothered you." Linda followed her silently as they walked towards the building and inside. Neither spoke as they headed for Linda's locker. Jill saw that the girl looked really nervous and couldn't blame her.

As Jill kept her eyes open for any signs of Wendy or Tracy, she heard Linda's small, confused voice, "Why are you doing this?"

Jill said quietly, "I'm trying to do the right thing." They stopped at Linda's locker and Jill looked down sadly, "I want to apologize. I'm not asking you to accept it because I'll never be able to undo what I did. I don't know why I did it. I was a different person. I don't know who I was. All I know is that I don't want to just say I'm sorry and nothing else. I want to be your friend, to try and make up for everything."

For a moment, Linda just looked at her, then gathered her books for first period and headed to class. Jill followed alongside her, escorting her to class, glaring at any of the other kids who tried to say or do anything. After Linda stepped inside her classroom, Jill went to her own locker, expecting to see Wendy and Tracy there, but they weren't. Surprised but still expecting something, she cautiously approached her locker and her face fell when she saw what was written on it in permanent ink so it couldn't be easily cleaned off. "PIGGY'S LOVER".

`So it begins', Jill sadly thought to herself. As she opened her locker, she stared silently at her wet textbooks and notebooks, as the foul odor of urine emanated from them. Wincing, she cautiously pulled out her geography textbook and notebook, still dripping in urine.

"Honestly, I don't know how some people can live in such filth," Wendy's voice sounded behind her.

"Pigs love to live in filth," Tracy responded. Turning around, she saw Wendy, Tracy and half a dozen other cheerleaders walking past, looking at her snidely. She wanted to kill them so bad except that she would get in trouble for fighting, but also, this is what she deserved after doing it herself to Linda.

At lunchtime, as she carried her lunch tray along the edge of the cafeteria to avoid being tripped, she scanned the room for Linda. At a table by herself, she saw Linda and walked over. As she set her tray down beside her, Linda looked up at Jill in disbelief. Jill sat down and picked at her food nervously, taking a few bites. Noticing that Linda only had a piece of celery, Jill asked, "Where's your lunch?"

"I'm trying to lose weight," Linda replied quietly.

Jill winced, "Please forget everything we said. Be you." She handed Linda her slice of pizza, "Here." Linda looked at Jill. "Please eat it," Jill encouraged her. Linda took a bite.

While they ate, Jill noticed many of the other high-schoolers watching them and whispering amongst themselves. She knew what they were saying and though it really hurt, this was the right thing to do.

Throughout the day, Jill found herself the subject of malicious gossip and insults, just as she had done to Linda. `How the mighty have fallen', she remarked sorrowfully to herself. After school, she quickly gathered her things and went to Linda's locker, reaching it just as Linda was about to leave. "Hi uh...I wanted to make sure that nobody will bother you on the way home."

Linda's mournful face brightened somewhat. They walked out to the sidewalk and after walking in silence for awhile, Jill asked, "So...what do you like to do?" Linda looked at her questioningly. "I mean what kinds of movies and hobbies do you like."

"Why?" Linda replied in her small voice.

"I want to get to know you. See what you're like."

Linda thought for a bit, then replied in her quiet voice again, "I like to draw."

"Oh? What do you draw?"

Another quiet reply, "Animals."

"Okay, what kinds of movies do you like?"

"I don't know. We really haven't see any movies."

"Who's we?" Jill asked.

"Me and my sister."

"What else do you like to do besides draw?"

"I collect rocks."

"Rocks?"

"Not regular rocks. Special ones. Like crystals."

And so their conversation continued, with Jill doing asking questions and Linda answering. Jill found that this shy young girl was more interesting than she first appeared. When they arrived at Linda's trailer, Jill told her, "Well bye. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay." And for the first time, Linda smiled. Jill smiled back and headed back to her own house. Again at the corner, she turned and looked back. Linda was watching her, just like yesterday. Jill waved and Linda gave a small wave back.

Friday, the last day of the week. Normally, Jill would have been making plans with Wendy and Tracy for the weekend, but things were different now. And it wasn't just Wendy and Tracy. A lot of people who she thought were her friends, had turned against her. She was an outcast, just like Linda, which made Jill want to be her friend all the more. The day went the same as yesterday. Jill ignored the comments and ate with Linda again. When school let out, they walked home together.

"Do you have any plans this weekend?" Jill asked. Linda shook her head. "What do you do?"

"Play with my sister."

"Do you go anywhere, like the mall?"

"Mama won't let us," Linda answered.

As they walked, Linda suddenly stooped down to pick up a rock. As she studied it, Jill looked at it also, asking, "Are you going to keep it for your collection?" Linda nodded. "How many rocks do you have?"

"About...," Linda thought for awhile then said, "...twenty."

"I'd like to see that," Jill remarked as they approached Linda's home.

Linda looked at her with an confused look, "You want to see them?"

"Sure. Is it alright?"

"They're nothing special. You don't have to."

"I want to."

Linda thought for a bit, "Mama won't be home till later so I guess it's okay if you come in."

They came to Linda's trailer and Linda opened the door, letting them in. Immediately, Jill noticed a stark difference between her home and Linda's. Whereas Jill's family was well-off and lived in a clean home, Linda's was the complete opposite. Following Linda through the cluttered, dirty living room, they came to Linda's room.

Linda pulled out a small shoebox and laid it on the bed. Jill looked at the several small rocks as Linda picked up one, showing it, "This is my favorite." Jill looked at the quartz crystal with interest.

"That's really cool," Jill remarked.

"You really think so? You're not just saying that?"

"Yeah. I really like it."

Suddenly, Jill heard a small squeak behind her. Turning around, she spied a little girl peering around the corner at her, curiously. "This is my sister, Emma," Linda motioned to the girl to come in. The girl came in, her eyes glued on Jill wondrously. "Emma, this is Jill."

"Hi," Jill greeted her, but no reply came from the little girl. "Hello?" Jill tried again to no avail.

"She doesn't talk much around strangers," Linda explained. Jill continued looking at Linda's sparsely decorated room. There were a few drawings hanging on the wall, which were quite good. As Jill looked at them, Linda explained what they were and why she drew them.

"How old are you?"

Jill turned in surprise at the little girl's question, "Seventeen."

The girl's eyes widened in awe, "I'm eight."

Jill heard the front door open and saw Linda's and Emma's faces become alarmed. Linda flew to the window, quickly raising it and quietly motioning Jill to crawl out. Jill did with Linda whispering, "Meet me by those trees," pointing ahead to a grove. Jill did and waited, wondering what was going on. Soon, Linda and Emma came out, running towards her.

"Sorry about that," Linda said, out of breath, "I'm not supposed to have anyone inside."

"C'mon! You can see our secret place," Emma took her hand, pulling her along.

Amused by the little girl's excitement, Jill let herself be led through the trees until they came to a cluster of three trees growing together. A ramshackle collection of plywood, boards and other junk was heaped together into a sort of structure. Emma pulled open a door and walked in as Jill followed with Linda behind her. Inside the medium size room, there was a queen-size mattress lying on the ground, a table, some books, some games and a few toys. Everything looked as if it had been found on the side of the road.

"Me and Emma built this ourselves," Linda told her.

"So we can hide from Mama," Emma piped in.

"Emma!" Linda shushed her.

Emma went over to the table and announced, "See, we got checkers and Momo-poly"

"Monopoly," Linda corrected her.

"That's what I said." Opening the Monopoly box, she asked hopefully, "D'ya wanna play. It's really fun."

Jill smiled at her enthusiasm, "Okay." As Emma eagerly set it up, Jill turned to Linda, "What else do ya'll do?"

"Just whatever."

"Do ya'll go anywhere?"

Linda thought then said, "There was an art museum that my class went to earlier this year. I really liked it but we weren't able to see everything. "

"Where was it?"

"Our teacher said it was at the university."

Jill thought out loud, "Art museum at the university...Must be the Blanton Art Museum at UT. D'ya want to go there tomorrow?"

Linda looked at her stunned, "What?"

"Would you like to go? I could drive us there."

"Really?! Oh, that would be so awesome. You'd really do that?"

"Of course."

Emma asked, "Can I come?"

Jill grinned at her, "Of course."

Emma continued setting up the Monopoly game and they played. After an hour, Jill told them, "I need to go home. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Don't come to the door," Linda warned, "Just knock on my window."

"Okay," Jill replied, frowning slightly at the request. Jill opened the door and walked out. She began walking home and upon reaching the street, looked backed to see Linda watching her. Jill waved and Linda waved back, just as happily.

On Saturday when Jill awoke, she briefly thought about how different today was going to be without her old friends, but quickly pushed that aside as she thought about spending the day with her new friends. She got up and ate breakfast, wondering what else they could do after the museum. Remembering that there was also a science museum at UT, the Memorial Museum, she thought that Linda would enjoy also because of the gems and minerals collection inside.

After leaving her house, Jill borrowed her mom's car and drove over to Linda 's trailer. Going over to the window, she knocked softly and moments later, the curtain pulled back and Emma's face appeared, breaking into a big grin. Linda appeared and pulled up the window, putting her finger to her lips like she did yesterday. First Emma carefully crawled out, then Linda, and then they got into Jill's car and drove off. Linda and Emma really enjoyed both museums and upon seeing the joy in their eyes, Jill was glad that she took them. As they were eating lunch at a restaurant, Jill asked, "Hey what do you think about spending the night at my house?"

"I can't," Linda replied sadly.

"Well...what if I spend the night at your place. In that little shack you built. I could bring my sleeping bag. It's big enough to hold all of us."

Emma's eyes lit up, "Oh, that would be so cool."

"I would love to," Linda replied.

That night, Jill grabbed her sleeping bag and told her parents that she was going to spend the night with a friend. Walking over to Linda's trailer, she met Linda outside and together, they went to the little bungalow where Emma was already setting up the Monopoly game. After the game ended, Emma unrolled the sleeping bag and crawled in.

"This is so cool!" she remarked. Jill pulled off her pants and reached under her shirt to pull off her bra, then crawled in beside Emma. Linda crawled in without undressing.

"You're going to sleep in your clothes?" Jill asked.

"Yeah." It was snug, but they were able to fit inside.

After a minute of laying quietly, Emma asked, "Can you sing the bird song?"

As Emma laid, facing away from her, Linda rubbed her back and to Jill's surprise, began very quietly singing,

"Early each day to the steps of St Paul*'**s, the little old bird woman comes. *

*In her own special way, to the people she calls, *`Come buy my bags full of crumbs.'

Come feed the little birds. Show them you care and you*'*ll be glad if you do

Their young ones are hungry. Their nests are so bare. All it takes is tuppence from you...**"

Jill listened, spellbound as the song pulled her in and held her. When Emma was asleep, Linda rolled over facing Jill and smiling sheepishly. "That was beautiful," Jill whispered quietly, not wanting to wake Emma.

"Sometimes when she can't fall asleep, I sing to her. I've never sang in front of anyone before," Linda giggled nervously.

"I liked it."

They talked quietly until Linda too grew tired and fell asleep. Jill closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep but was unable to. No matter what she did, she couldn't relax enough to feel tired and she knew why. She was horny. Really horny and she knew what she was going to have to do to satisfy this bothersome itch. Glancing at Linda beside her, to make sure wasn't watching, Jill's hand quietly slid underneath her panties. Sliding two fingers in while rubbing her clit with her thumb, she slowly but firmly moved them back and forth. She also found that she wanted to watch Linda as she did so. Her breathing quickly became heavier as she gazed at the girl beside her. Her rubbing became more frantic till finally she found relief. She pulled her hand out and continued staring at Linda, wondering how this little girl had such an effect on her. Linda wasn't some hot, gorgeous girl. And she was so young, only ten. Jill didn't know what to make of it.

The next morning, Jill opened her eyes and for a second wondered where she was, then saw Linda sleeping beside her and remembered. She thought about what happened last night. She always thought she was straight but couldn't deny that there was something about the girl that turned her on. Reaching over, she softly took Linda's hand in her own. Though she tried not to wake Linda up, she inadvertently did.

Linda opened her eyes and looked at her hand in Jill's. Jill didn't know what to say other than, "Is this okay?"

Linda paused then replied, "Yeah," smiling.

"What do you have for breakfast?" Jill asked.

Linda frowned worriedly, "I don't know. I'll have to see."

Sensing that there might be trouble doing that, Jill interjected, "That's okay. I'll take us to McDonalds. My treat."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that. Me and Emma..."

"I want to."

Linda sighed, then nodded, "Thank you." They talked and when Emma woke up, they got dressed and went to McDonalds. Afterwards, they went to The Thinkery, a children's science museum that Jill knew Linda would enjoy. All the while, Jill noticed how much she enjoyed being with this girl.

During the following week, they spent all their time together. Wendy and Tracy continue to bother them at school somewhat, but a lot less than last week. As they would walk to or from school, Jill would take Linda's hand in her own. Linda never asked about it, to Jill's relief, and it seemed as if Linda enjoyed it just as much as she did. By Friday, Jill knew she was in love but didn't know how Linda felt. That worried her as she contemplated how to tell her.

As they walked home after school, Jill took Linda's hand in her own. "I hafta memorize all the states and capitals this weekend," Linda told her.

"I could help you with that tomorrow," Jill offered.

"Oh, that would be great."

Jill pursed her lip, then asked hopefully, "I'd like to spend the night with you again."

"Really?!" Linda gushed, "Oh Emma would love that!"

"I was... wanting it to be just us. Without Emma. And tomorrow, we can all do something together."

"Just me and you?" Linda asked. Jill nodded. Linda thought for a second then replied contentedly, "Okay."

That night, Jill dropped the sleeping bag on the floor and waited. She was too nervous to think about anything. She had told her parents that she was spending the night with Wendy because they would wonder why she wanted to spend the night with a ten year-old girl. Linda wasn't there yet; she was tucking Emma in bed back inside the trailer. Emma didn't like having to sleep alone, but Linda sang to her while rubbing her back until she fell asleep. Then Linda quietly crawled out the window and joined Jill. Jill had made up her mind that she was going to tell Linda how she felt, but was nervous about it. As Linda came in, Jill was sitting on the edge of the mattress waiting. Noticing quiet Jill was, Linda sat beside her, "Is something wrong?"

Jill's forehead furrowed, saying quietly, "I need to tell you something."

Now Linda was worried, "What?"

Jill turned to face her, her nervousness clearly showing. As Linda waited, Jill suddenly leaned in, kissing Linda before she realized it. Jill pulled back, and upon seeing the shocked look on Linda's face, her heart fell and the most dismal feeling came over her, "I-I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Wiping her eyes, Jill stood up and quickly opened the door, running out, but heard Linda's plea, "Please don't go." Jill stopped and turned around. "Please don't go," the little girl repeated, "I liked it."

Jill's breath caught as relief washed over her. Coming back over, Jill couldn't believe what she heard, "You did?"

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

Jill nodded, adding quietly in a broken voice, "I'm...I'm in love with you." In the passion of the moment, she felt more tears coming.

Linda's face broke out in a huge grin, "Really?!"

Jill grinned back nervously, "Yeah."

"I love you too," Linda quickly blurted out, "I've always..." Linda fell silent.

Jill raised her eyebrows momentarily, curious at the remark, then came over and took her hands, "Do you want to kiss some more?"

"Could we?" the girl asked excitedly.

"We have all night." Jill led her back inside, closing the door behind them. Jill quickly unrolled the sleeping bag and then sat down on it with Linda beside her. Gently taking the girl in her arms, Jill leaned down and pressed her lips against hers. Gently mouthing the little girl's lips, Linda didn't move at first but then tried to copy what Jill was doing, though awkwardly so. Jill leaned back on the bed, pulling Linda down next to her as they kept kissing.

Linda pulled back, breathing hard, "How do you hold your breath for so long? "

Jill chuckled, "Breathe through your nose." Jill pulled her back, kissing her passionately as her hands wandered over Linda's back and sides. Gradually, her hands slipped beneath Linda's shirt, feeling her bare skin.

Linda jerked back, giggling, "That tickles."

Her fingers slowly sliding along Linda's side, Jill murmured, "You're really soft. I like touching you." Her fingers ran across Linda's pre-pubescent breasts which were just starting to grow. "I want to do more than just kiss," Jill's voice a husky whisper, "I want to see you."

"What do you mean?" Linda asked.

"I want to see you without this on," she pulled Linda's shirt; Linda's eyes flying open at the remark.

"You mean...naked?!" Her voice sounded worried.

Jill nodded, sitting up, pulling off her own shirt and reaching behind to unclasp her bra, grinning all the while at Linda. As Linda stared at Jill as if she had lost her mind, Jill continued pulling off her pants and panties, tossing everything on the floor. Jill reclined on the bed, letting Linda gawk at her nakedness.

"Take yours off," Jill asked encouragingly.

Linda was clearly worried, "I-I don't want anybody to see."

"It's just us," Jill whispered reassuringly as she took hold of the hem of Linda's shirt and slowly lifted it, "Let me see you."

"Please...I can't.," the little girl's voice was barely a whisper.

"It's okay," Jill reassured her as she lifted up her shirt, not understanding her agitation until the shirt had come off and Jill saw the red welts covering Linda's chest and arms. For a few seconds, Jill stared in shock, unable to move. Linda quickly hunched over, wrapping her arms around her chest in a futile effort to cover herself. `Shit', Jill thought to herself. Realizing she was staring and not wanting to ruin what was supposed to be a magical evening, she quickly composed herself and pulled the sleeping bag flap over both of them. "It's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed," Jill whispered, "You are so beautiful!"

Linda looked up at Jill, "Really?"

"Yes," Jill's hands lightly glided against her body, pulling down Linda's skirt and panties.

"What are we doing?" Linda's asked, her voice apprehensive.

"Entering a new world."

"What kind of world?"

Jill stroked her hair and kissed her, "One we make ourselves."

Jill rolled over on top of Linda, with Linda on her back staring up at Jill above her. She was still covering herself as Jill gently pulled her arms away, revealing her small puffy breasts. "They're beautiful," Jill exclaimed.

"You don't think they look weird?" Linda asked concerned. Jill shook her head before leaning over to kiss each one. Becoming more comfortable, Linda noticed Jill's pussy and remarked, "Hey, you got hair on yours!"

Jill laughed, "So will you when you're older."

"Can I feel it?"

"Of course." Jill raised up on her knees and moved forward.

Jill put out her hand, touching it. Jill stretched herself out on top of Linda, kissing her. The lust building up as they rubbed their bodies against each other. Instinctively it seemed, Jill pressed her pussy against Linda's thigh.

`Shit, this feels good!', she thought to herself. Her lust caused her to thrust harder, so that Linda was feeling it too.

"Ooh, what is that?!" Linda asked about the curious feeling that Jill was giving her, but Jill couldn't hear her. Her mind, completely focus on the raging fire within her, blocked out everything else. Her panting became more forceful and soon a steady stream of the most obscene words began to reach Linda's ears. "fuck...fuck...shit..fuck..shit..shitfuck..." Linda's eyes widened at the shocking words even as the most incredible feeling began to build inside her, causing her to shriek. Her breath caught as an almost painful sensation surged through her then died away.

She awoke, gasping for air, too exhausted to move. After a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes to see Jill, propped up on her elbow, grinning at her. "Wha...happened?" she breathed out weakly.

"You had your very first orgasm," Jill replied.

"That was...wow!" Linda whispered before yawning, "Can you..." Her eyes closed, popped open then began closing again as she asked quietly, "Can you..." Soon, Jill heard a soft snore coming from her. She was asleep. Jill pulled the sleeping bag flap over them then took Linda in her arms, holding her close. For the longest while, Jill watched her sleep, in awe of how in love she was with this little girl. Jill was one of the most popular girls at McCallum, having many admirers as well as various boyfriends, until Wendy had taken that all away.

She laid her arm across Linda, holding her close and kissing her softly on her forehead as she stared at the red welts covering her chest. Tomorrow, she would have to figure out what to do about this. If she called the police and they arrested her mom, Linda might be put in a foster home somewhere far off and Jill might not see her again. She needed to do something, but didn't know what.

Linda opened her eyes and saw the sunlight peering in through the cracks in the walls of their makeshift room. She looked over and saw Jill sleeping beside her, with her arm around her chest. She felt their bare skin rubbing together and everything came back to her. In disbelief, she peeked inside the sleeping bag and saw that, sure enough, both of them were naked. At that moment, she saw Jill watching her, a nonchalant smile on her face. A surprised squeak came from her, "Hi."

"Hi," Jill coolly replied as her finger casually circled Linda's nipple unseen inside the sleeping bag.

"Did last night really happened?" Linda whispered.

"Yep," Jill's smile grew even broader, her eyes sparkling.

"I really like it."

"Me too." Jill rolled on top of her, stroking her face.

"Could we...do it some more?" Linda whispered. Jill softly kissed her....

"WATCHA DOING!"

Startled, Jill and Linda whipped around to see Emma standing in the doorway. Both Jill and Linda quickly jerked away from each other as Linda sputtered red-faced, "We're...we were...just whispering."

"Uh-uh," Emma objected proudly, "Ya'll were kissing!"

"We were...just practicing for when we have boyfriends," Linda tried again as Jill watched her amusingly.

"No you weren't," Emma countered, "Ya'll were kissing for real!"

"Emma!" Linda yelled despairingly, "Go...do something."

"I don't have anything to do!"

"Well, go away and leave us alone!"

Emma skipped away, singing, "Jill and Linda sitting in a tree...K-I-S-S-I-N-G..." Her voice grew fainter.

Jill scooted back over against Linda, wrapping her arms around her. "Is there anything you want to do today," Jill quietly asked.

Linda shook her head, "I just want to stay here with you." Jill kissed her neck, lightly nibbling on her earlobe. "Jill?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you do that thing again?"

"What thing?" Jill mumbled, her face still buried in Linda's neck.

"That thing you did last night."

Jill pulled her face out, teasing her, "Oh, you liked that?" Linda gave a little nervous snigger. Jill's hand touched Linda's pussy, asking again, "You like this?" Linda nodded. "How much do you like it?" Jill wiggled her fingers, tickling her vulva.

"A lot."

"Do you like it when I do this?" Jill pushed a finger into Linda's pussy. Linda gave a little gasp. Her breathing stuttering as Jill's finger moved slowly back and forth. Jill pressed her thumb against her clit, getting an even bigger gasp, and continued this for a minute, then asked, "Does this feel good?"

"Y-y-yeah...Yeah...," Linda stammered.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jill teased.

"N-n-no..no..no..." The little girl's reaction was so erotic to Jill, turning her on more then any other time. Suddenly, Linda held tightly to Jill and gave a high-pitch squeal, then her arms fell limply. Jill watched her lovingly as she rested, holding her close and every now and then, kissing her.

When Linda opened her eyes, she whispered, "That...felt...so...good." Jill held Linda in her arms with her head lying against Jill's chest when Linda asked, "Do you love me? Cause I really love you."

"Of course I love you."

"I've never been in love before. Have you?"

"Yeah, lots of times."

Linda jerked her head up to look at Jill, "With who?" Her voice was worried.

Jill smirked at Linda's jealousy, "Well, there were a couple of boys when I was in eighth grade and one when I was a sophomore and then there was Jake over the summer."

"And you were in love with all of them?"

"Yeah. Don't be jealous. I'm seven years older than you and I'm...or at least I was, pretty popular."

"But now you're in love with me?" She held on to Jill's arm around her.

"Yeah."

They laid there awhile then Jill said, "I need to pee."

"Me too. And I'm hungry."

Jill crawled out of the sleeping bag and pulled on her clothes as Linda did the same. Stepping out of the ramshackle room, Jill headed towards Linda's trailer, but Linda told her, "We can walk down the street to the gas station to use the bathroom."

Jill turned around, "Why go all the way over there when we can just use the bathroom in your trailer?"

"The people at the gas station don't mind."

"But your trailer's right here," Jill protested.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"We just can't!" Linda pleaded.

Suddenly Jill remembered the welts covering Linda's body and finally understood. "Linda...I know your mom's hitting you."

Linda's face paled as her eyes grew with alarm and she took a few steps back, "She's not hitting me!"

"I saw the marks on your body."

"No! There isn't!"

"Please...I want to help you."

"My mama's good! She loves me!" On the verge of tears, Linda turned and ran toward the trailer, "She would never hit me!"

"Linda!" But Linda wouldn't listen, quickly running inside the trailer and closing the door. Jill went over and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it opened, but not by Linda. An large, intimidating and disheveled woman stood in the doorway, the stench of her body odor and alcohol on her breath permeating the air.

"The fuck d'ya want?!" she loudly slurred.

"I want to see Linda." Jill's normally bold tone was caught off guard and was unusually meek before this menacing woman.

"Who're you?" the woman slightly swayed as if she might fall over.

"My name's Jill..."

The woman didn't wait for her to finish, slamming the door shut. Jill went over to Linda's window and quietly knocked, but no one answered. Inside, she clearly heard the woman yelling at Linda and then Linda crying out in pain. She ran back to the door and pounded on the door. The door opened and the woman appeared again, "Get outta here `fore I call the cops!" The door slammed again.

How could everything have gone so wrong so fast? It seemed as if she had asked herself that same question not too long ago. Jill's phone beeped. Checking it, she saw that her mom had texted her. COME HOME NOW. WE NEED TO TALK.

As Jill walked in the door, she saw both of her parents waiting. She didn't know what was going on but she knew it wasn't good.

Her father spoke, his tone serious, "Do you know a girl name Linda?" Jill nodded silently. "A woman called and said that you forced yourself on her 10 year-old daughter last night and hit her several times."

Jill paled, "I didn't hit her. It was her mom."

Her mom spoke, "Who is this Linda? You told us you were spending the night with Wendy."

"She's my friend..."

"Why would this woman say you forced yourself on her daughter?"

"I didn't force myself. We were just...." At that moment, Jill realized she said too much.

Her father took a step forward, his tone much more stern, "You were what?"

"We were..." The looks from her parents were causing her to fumble her thinking and in a moment of panic, she blurted out, "We were kissing."

For what seemed an eternity, no one spoke and Jill knew that she had sealed her fate. Finally, Mom's voice broke the deathly silence with her face wincing as if she had been struck, "Jill?"

"We're in love."

"In love...with a ten year-old?!"

"It's not wrong."

"Yes it is!" her father yelled, "You're nothing more than a child-molester!"

"No, I'm not!"

"I don't want to hear another word!" her father roared, "I can't believe what you're saying! It's that school you're going to! Filling your head with all these filthy ideas, teaching sex education! Well, no more! You're going to go to a good Christian school. And you will learn right from wrong!"

And that was the end of it. For the rest of the weekend, Jill was confined to her bedroom, where she spent her time reading the bible aloud to her parents every evening. Her phone and computer were taken away and her mother made arrangements for her to be transferred to St Paul Lutheran School. At this point, Jill knew she would never see Linda again.

Monday morning. Jill looked dismally out the car window at the white limestone building as her mother pulled into the parking lot of St Paul Lutheran School. Neither Jill nor her parents had spoken a word the whole morning. As the car stopped, Jill stepped out, clutching her backpack tightly against her. She trudged behind as her mother walked briskly up to the front door and into the lobby. Ahead, a tall older woman with her dark, blond hair pulled back into a bun, greeted them. "Why hello Margaret! "

"Good morning Helen!"

Helen or rather Ms Slimp, the school's headmaster, looked down her nose at Jill, speaking in a most contemptuous manner, "And this is..."

Her mother turned to look at Jill, who was looking down, "This is Jill."

"Ah...yes. I'll take her to Ms Lange's room right away."

"Thank you Helen. Jill..." Jill didn't acknowledge her. "I'll be here at four o'clock sharp to pick you up."

Her mother left and Jill followed Ms Slimp through the hall until she stopped before a door, opening it. "Ms Lange...this is our new student, Jill."

"Yes Headmaster." Ms Slimp left as Ms Lange pointed to a seat up front, "Take your seat."

Jill sat down and life at her new school began. She quickly learned that the other students had found out about her and she was just as much a pariah here as she was at her old school. At four o'clock, her mother was there to pick her up and she spent the rest of the evening doing her homework and reading the bible aloud to her parents.

The following day was the same. That night as she laid in bed, she thought of Linda and it was at this point that she realized how much in love she was with her. `There is no way I*'*m spending the rest of my life like this!' Her eyes burned with determination as she made a choice and a plan began to form in her mind.

Late that night, after she was sure that her parents were asleep, Jill quietly opened her window and climbed out. She walked the dark, silent streets on her way to Linda's. It had been over three days since she had seen Linda and what worried her was that she didn't know if Linda even wanted to talk to her. Coming up to her trailer, Jill hoped for the best and quietly knocked on the window.

"Linda, it's me, Jill."

A few seconds later, the curtain drew back slightly and Emma's pixyish face appeared. Her eyes flew open, "It's Jill!" A second later, Linda appeared beside Emma. Jill could see that she had lost weight and her face had a sort of haunted look.

She scrambled to lift the window, "Jill!...You came back!...You actually came back! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for you to leave! I thought I would never see you again!"

Jill reached in and tried her best to hug Linda, kissing her, "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to say that about your mom."

Linda pulled away, her eyes misting, "No, you were right. I know what my mom does, but I wanted so bad to have a mom like everyone else. I tried to help her and I was so afraid of what you would think of me if you knew."

"Do you remember that night when you asked what we were doing?"

Linda nodded, "Entering a new world."

"One we make ourselves. Well, I'm going to get us out of here."

"What do you mean?"

"We're going to leave here and live our own lives."

Jill waited as the enormity of that sank in for Linda. "Leave?" Jill nodded. "When? How?"

"I don't know yet. I'm still trying to work out the details."

Emma pushed her way beside Linda, blurting out, "I want to go!"

Linda turned to her, "I'm not going to leave you behind."

"Once I get everything set up, I'll come get you," Jill continued, "Pack anything you want to take because we won't be coming back."

Linda wiped her eyes, "I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

By Wednesday, Jill had learned the routines at her school and kept her eyes open to everything around her, searching for one of the two things she would need to put her plan into effect. A telephone. Finally, in the later part of the day, she found one in a small office that didn't seemed to be occupied. During the lunch hour while her class was eating, she asked to be excused to the restroom then quickly went down the hall, into the office and closed the door. She dialed, waiting anxiously as the line rang, fearful that someone would come into the office. Finally, the phone picked up. "Hello?"

"Gramma? It's me, Jill."

"Jill! Are you alright?"

"No. Everything's messed up. I...I can't live here anymore. I need to leave."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"No. It's too complicated and will take too long."

"Jill, if you feel that you need to leave, you will always have a home here. But how can you get all the way up here?"

"I don't know, but I'll figure it out. Thank you Gramma. I need to go now. "

Jill hung up and quickly went back to the cafeteria. Now that step one was taken care of, she needed to use the internet in the library for step two. Her class went to the library every afternoon and while there, she settled in front of a computer in the corner searching craigslist for a cheap car. She only had a half-hour till her class left and after about twenty minutes, she was able to find one, in good condition. It was a fifteen year-old station wagon, but all that mattered was that it worked and she was able to afford it. She quickly emailed the seller that she wanted to buy his car, then logged off as her class began lining up to leave.

As school was letting out, she went to the gym to ask the coach if she could help straighten up the equipment after school every day. The coach, only too happy for help, told her mom that Jill would be helping her. Jill's mom said that she pick her up at five tomorrow.

The next day, as Jill was in the library, she quickly checked her email and saw that the man selling his car had replied back with his phone number and address. Writing it down, she waited till school let out, then quickly went into the empty office and called the man to tell him that she was coming over to buy it. Her mom, thinking she was helping the gym coach, wouldn't be there for another hour.

Leaving the school, she went to the bus stop and took the bus to the bank. She had had an account for a couple of years when she worked during the summers. Withdrawing all of her money, she had almost $2000. She caught the bus again and went to the man's address. The bus ride seemed to take forever since she only had an hour before she had to be back at the school by five when her mom would pick her up. When she got off the bus, she ran down the streets till she came to the one that the man lived on. Coming to his house, she knocked on the door. A kind-looking, elderly man answered.

"Hi, I'm Jill. I emailed you about buying your car."

The old man squinted at her, "Oh yeah." He came out, walking around the side of the house as Jill followed, "This is it." He pointed to the station wagon, which definitely looked used. "It may not look good, but it'll get you where you're going." He took out a key and started it up. The engine sounded good. "The oil's been changed and it has plenty of gas."

Jill reached into her pocket and pulled out the money, "Here you go. Fifteen hundred dollars."

They shook hands and Jill got in. "Take care of yourself," the elderly man told her, then looked up at the dark storm clouds on the horizon. "Looks like a storm is coming."

Jill looked at the gathering clouds, muttering quietly, "I know."

She backed out of the driveway and drove to McCallum School. The parking lot was empty as she parked the car at the far end where it would be safe, then took the bus back to St Paul School to await her mom.

The next morning Friday, she took a last look at her dad as she left the house. Though she had grown to hate him over the past week, she still felt a sadness knowing that she was never going to see him again. The ride up to the school was silent as usual. All of their lives had been silent over this past week, a stark difference to the joy and liveliness that their family used to have.

As Jill stepped out of the car, she looked at her mom for a few seconds, saying goodbye in her own way, then closed the door and walked off towards the school doors as her mom drove away. She continued walking past the doors instead of going in, then around the corner of the building, out of sight of everyone and ran across the grassy field towards the road. Catching the bus to McCallum, she got into her car and first drove to Wal-Mart to pick up food and a few other supplies that they would need. Then she headed to Linda's trailer, and ran over to the window, knocking.

Emma's excited face appeared and eagerly pushed up the window. Before Jill could say anything, she pushed a worn duffle bag into Jill's arms, then started climbing out. Jill caught her and helped her to the ground, then Linda began wiggling out. Jill helped her and once on the ground, wrapped her arms tightly around her, not wanting to let her go.

"C'mon! Before mom wakes up!" Emma told them. Holding hands, they ran to the car. Linda got into the passenger seat as Emma pushed her bag into the back seat and climbed in beside it. Jill checked the time, knowing that by now, the school would have noticed she wasn't there and would have called her parents.

Jill turned to Linda, "Are you ready to start our new life together?"

Linda nodded, wiping her eyes as Emma excitedly exclaimed, "Yeah!"

Her eyes still tearing, Linda told Jill, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Jill stared at the lonely country road as she drove along through northwest Texas. She had been through the western part of Texas before and the landscape was just too drab for her. The thrill and excitement of making the journey had died away an hour ago although Linda and Emma were still excited. Actually, Jill didn't know how to feel about it. Of course she was happy that she and Linda were together again and that she had rescued Linda and Emma from the monster that was their mother, but there was also the fact that Jill had lost her parents and home. Unlike Linda, she had loved her parents...well, until recently that is.

"Are we in Montana yet, where your gramma lives?" Emma exclaimed tiredly.

"No. It'll take us a few days to get there," Jill replied.

Emma had the paper map spread out before her. "So, where are we now?" Linda reached over the front seat and glanced at the map, pointing to their location. Emma placed her finger on it, "And where's Austin?" Linda pointed to another spot a few inches away. Emma looked at the distance. "We only moved this far!" she announced, holding her fingers a few inches apart. She looked back at the map, then moving her fingers further apart, she announced, "We need to go this far to get to Montana."

Linda snuggled up against Jill, "We're really doing this, aren't we?"

Jill snaked her arm around Linda, holding her close, "Yep."

"What're we gonna do when we get there?"

"I guess try to get us all into a school. I don't know if their middle and high schools are combined like McCallum or separate. I'll graduate next year and I guess I'll have to find a job. I haven't really thought about it much."

"But we'll always be together?" Linda rested her head against Jill's shoulder.

"We'll always be together."

They drove on.

"Jill?"

"Hmm?"

"I...I wanted to...say something. I've been meaning to tell you this for a long time, but I didn't know how you would take it."

Intrigued, Jill turned, "What's that?"

"I just wanted to say...thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything. You lost your friends, your parents, your whole life...for me."

"You don't need to thank me", Jill kissed the top of her head, "You are my life."

A few hours later, Emma hunched over the top of the seat, "I'm hungry."

"Me too," Linda echoed.

"There's some bread and other things to make sandwiches with back there," Jill pointed her thumb behind her.

Emma pulled out all the food from the cooler and opened the loaf of bread. Sloppily spreading mayonnaise on a slice of bread, she asked, "What do you want Linda?"

Linda looked back to see what there was. "Put ham and cheese on mine." Emma did and handed it to Linda.

"What do you want Jill?" Linda asked.

"Turkey and mayo."

"Emma, make one with turkey and mayonnaise." Emma did and Linda handed it to her.

They drove on, watching the sun slowly sink down into the horizon and the land slowly became dark. Jill looked at the empty country road, lit by her headlights and surrounded by darkness.

"What're you thinking?" Linda asked Jill.

"Huh?"

"You got this weird look on your face."

"I don't know. It's kinda this...déjà vu feeling. When I was little, me and my parents used to travel to different places and it would usually be dark when we were coming back home. I would be in the back seat listening to my parents talk. And that's kinda how I'm feeling now. Like I'm the parent and our kid is in the back."

"I'm not your kid!" Emma objected.

Linda laughed, "She didn't mean that, silly." Turning back to Jill, Linda cuddled up against her, saying quietly, "I think it's sweet. I kinda like the feeling of us being a family."

Jill smiled at her, "Me too."

A little after seven, they pulled into a cheap motel and got a room with two beds. The room was quite opulent to Linda and Emma who had never been anywhere but their trailer. Emma bounced on one of the beds, excitedly exclaiming, "This one's mine!"

"Wow," Linda remarked, looking at everything. "Hey, there's a TV!"

"Ooh!" Emma stopped bouncing to turn it on.

Jill set out the food on the counter. It was going to be sandwiches again for supper, as well as for the next few days. Emma found a cartoon on the TV and layed stretched out on her tummy, eating her sandwich, her eyes glued to the TV. Jill was sitting up against the headboard with Linda in her lap, leaning back against her. As Linda ate, Jill had her arms around her, Linda's head nestled under Jill's.

"You hungry?" Linda asked, "Do you want me to make you something?"

"Uh-uh," Jill kissed her neck, "I've got everything I want right here."

Linda took another bite of her sandwich, "Jill?"

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering...Did you want to...do it tonight?"

Jill nodded, "I've been wanting to for several days." She ran her fingers through Linda's hair, "Actually...I've never wanted anything as badly as to be with you tonight."

"I didn't know if you wanted to. Especially after I left you the last time. I thought you may not want to anymore"

Jill turned Linda's head towards hers, whispering, "I'll always want to do it with you."

Linda giggled, covering her mouth, "That sounds dirty."

Jill smirked, "It's meant to be dirty."

They continued watching TV until late in the night when Linda told Emma that it was time for bed. "But I won't be able to fall asleep here," Emma protested.

"Lay down," Linda told her. Emma did and Linda pulled the blanket over her. Linda laid down behind her and rubbed her back. Jill was in the bathroom, drying off from her shower when she heard a strange sound. Coming close to the partially opened bathroom door, she leaned her head close and was again surprised to hear Linda singing.

"*All around the cathedral, the saints and apostles look down as she sells her wares. *

Although you can*'**t see it, you know they are smiling each time someone shows that he cares. *

*Though her words are simple and few *

Listen, listen, she*'**s calling to you. *

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag

Entranced, Jill watched in amazement from the bathroom as Emma's eyes fluttered then closed. Linda slowly raised up, still humming, so as not to rouse Emma, then went over to the other bed. Jill, wrapped in a towel, came up behind her. "I love hearing you sing."

Linda jumped, turning around in surprise, "I didn't know you heard me."

"It was beautiful."

Jill went to her bag, fishing around in it for her brush. Linda watched her, "Y'know...I think that this is the best day of my life. No actually, I think the best day was that night that you made love to me." Jill smiled at her as she began brushing her hair. "What about you?" Linda asked, "When was the best day of your life?"

Jill stopped brushing her hair, her face looking sad, "The worst day of my life was when I found you behind the equipment shed by the playground and you asked me not to hurt you anymore. It was only then that I saw the monster I had become."

"But what was the best day of your life?"

Jill looked up at Linda, "The same day. When I left school and met the most wonderful person who was to become the love of my life."

"Who?" Linda's eyes and voice full of intrigue.

"You," Jill smirked at her.

Linda turned red again. Jill got up to put her hair brush away then coming back to the bed, dropped her towel on the floor. She yanked off the blanket onto the floor and knelt down before her. Gazing at her naked body with wide-open eyes, Linda asked, "Are you wanting to...?" Jill nodded, a smile on her lips. "Now?" Jill nodded again. Linda glanced at her sister sleeping in the next bed, "What if Emma wakes up?"

Jill unzipped Linda's pants, whispering, "Then she can watch."

"But she'll hear you," Linda said as Jill pulled them down.

"I'll be quiet."

"You'll say those bad words," Linda reminded her, "And you'll say them loud so she'll hear you."

"You worry too much," Jill sniggered as she pulled up Linda's shirt and tossed it on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Softly pushing Linda onto her back, she said, "Besides, you make me say those bad words."

Jill rolled Linda over onto her front, then proceeded to kiss her neck, then down her back, as Linda looked back behind her, giggling softly at the ticklish feeling, as Jill continued kissing her way down her back till she got to her bottom. Linda was aghast as she watched Jill nuzzle her nose into her butt. "Jill?" But the older teen didn't answer, instead using her thumbs to spread her butt cheeks apart to admire her tiny wrinkled anus. She pushed her face within, feeling the warmth against her skin. She pushed out her tongue, slathering it all over.

Jill turned her over, admiring her body and leaned over her. Linda asked, "Can I touch your boobies?"

Jill smirked, "You don't need to ask. Just go ahead and grab them." Linda reached out, gently touching it. In her play, Linda was fascinated with how they jiggled and kept poking them.

Jill leaned closer, "Put it in your mouth."

"Why?"

Jill grimaced at the odd question, "Well, because it feels good to me. And I think you'll like it too."

Linda stared at the darkish nipple protruding from the breast. She raised up, opening her mouth as wide as she could, and pushed her mouth onto the breast. For a moment, she hung there, not moving, then, "Nh wh?"

"What?" Jill asked.

Linda backed off then asked, "Now what?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I do after I put it in my mouth?"

Jill looked at her incredulously, forgetting that this ten year-old didn't know anything about sex. "Well, just have fun with it."

Linda looked at her nipple and asked, "I don't know how to have fun with it in my mouth."

Jill sniggered a little, "What do you want to do?"

"I like to squeeze it."

"Squeeze it?"

Linda nodded, "They're really soft."

Jill smiled, kissing her and telling her softly, "Okay, squeeze them to your heart's delight."

Linda reached out with both hands and grabbed onto both of Jill's breasts. Squeezing them playfully, she said, "Tell me if this hurts."

Smiling at her cuteness, Jill sighed, `God, I love this girl!' Jill leaned over slowly so as not to disturb Linda's playing, and enclosed Linda's small puffy breast bud with her mouth. She flicked her tongue over it, relishing the exquisite feeling as her hand slid over to squeeze Linda's other breast. Linda's small breast bud fitted easily in Jill's mouth and in her lust, pushed as much of it into her mouth as she could. Linda stopped playing to watch Jill in astonishment, as if Jill had become some sort of animal. After a moment, Jill noticed Linda watching her and pulled away.

"Did you like that?" Jill asked. Linda shrugged. "Did it feel good?"

"It felt wet. Did it feel good to you?"

Jill smiled, "It felt very good to me." Jill leaned down, keeping her eyes on Linda's, as she again took Linda's breast in her mouth. Seeing the astonished look on Linda's face ramped up Jill's lust, awakening the oh so familiar tickle in her pussy, begging to be scratched. She scooted down, so that her lips brushed against the bald lips of Linda's little pussy. Her tongue flicked out into the slit. Jill saw Linda's eyes widened and loved her all the more for her adorable reaction. With her eyes glued to Linda's, Jill attentively licked Linda's pussy as a mother cat bathing her kitten. Linda would draw in her breath and sigh from time to time, then Jill opened Linda's pussy with her fingers, plunging her tongue deep inside her. With her finger rubbing against Linda's clit, Jill drew Linda closer and closer to the edge. Linda found herself panting as the strange sensation again took her.

"J...Jill...it's...happening..."

"I know," Jill reassured her, "Just let it happen." Jill was as close to cumming as Linda, but daren't touch her own pussy. Not yet. She wanted to give that to Linda. Jill felt Linda grabbing her head, pulling it towards her pussy. Jill smiled at the reaction then quickly sucked in her breath as Linda's hands balled into fists, painfully pulling Jill's hair. Though it hurt, Jill was pleased that she was able to make her feel so good. Suddenly, a voiceless cry came out of Linda. For several seconds, she remained rigid with a pained expression on her face, then collapsed into a limp form, gasping for breath.

In awe, Jill crawled up and laid beside her, stroking her face as she rested. "...J-Jill...I...I...I think...," Linda struggled to get her breath, "...I think...I peed..."

"You didn't pee. Just rest now," Jill held her close. After a few minutes, Linda opened her eyes, though still in a daze. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah...," Linda replied, still out of breath, "I'm so tired."

"Yeah, that's kinda what happens." Jill trailed her finger along her body back and forth. Moments later, Linda asked, "Could I...do stuff to you too? "

"I would love for you to," Jill replied. Linda scampered up to her knees excitedly. "What do you want me to do?" Jill asked.

"Ummm...," Linda thought for a bit then asked, "Can you like um...bend over...so I can see your uh...butt?"

Jill smiled at her timid eagerness as she hunched over on her hands and knees with her head lowered, looking back at the little girl, and her butt sticking up in the air. As Jill watched with keen interest as to what the girl was going to do, Linda slowly came over, her eyes wide-open as if she were seeing a unicorn for the first time.

`Wow...', Linda slowly breathed out as she crept up to within inches of the older teen's upraised butt. Seeing another girl's pussy for the first time, she reached out to touch it.

"Do you wanna give it a little kiss?" Jill teased. Linda grimaced at her. "Give it a kiss. Just a little one," Jill coaxed her.

"I oughta give it a spanking for you being so naughty."

"You can do that after kissing it," Jill countered.

Still grimacing, Linda leaned forward, smelling it, then, with much wincing, she ever so briefly, touched her lips to it. "There, how was that? " Jill asked.

"Actually, not bad," Linda was surprised.

"Can you do it again?" Linda slowly pressed her lips to it and gave it a more proper kiss. "I think she likes that," Jill told her, then in a high-pitch, comical voice, Jill said, "Ooh, I like it when you kiss me."

Linda's eyes widen in surprised at first, then said, "That's not your pee-pee talking. That's just you."

Her sides shaking with laughter, Jill continued in the high-pitch voice, jiggling her hips to make her pussy lips move, "Can you please give me another kiss. It feels good."

"You're not really talking," Linda responded to Jill's pussy instead.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Then why are you talking to me?"

"I'm not..." Linda shut her mouth and scowled at Jill as Jill laughed at first then said in her normal voice, "I really would like for you to kiss it again. It feels really nice." Linda scooted closer and leaned over, giving Jill's pussy a soft kiss. "I liked that," Jill whispered, "Can you do it some more?" Linda did, giving it several kisses.

She wiped her mouth, "It's really wet."

"That's because you're making me feel really good. Put your finger in it."

Linda moved her finger forward, in her own timid manner. She slid her finger around, feeling everything with the most astonished look on her face. She pushed her finger into it, loving how soft and warm it felt, and was surprised to discover how her finger kept going in deeper. Jill, watching her all this time, saw the quizzical look on her face, "What is it? "

"It just keeps...How far does it go?"

Grinning at her naivety, Jill informed her, "I'm not a virgin so mine's a bit deeper." Linda pulled her finger out. "Can you put your finger back in?" Linda looked at her, puzzled. "It feels really good."

"It does?" Linda asked.

"Oh yeah," Jill sighed. Linda slid her finger back in. "Put it in all the way," Jill told her. Linda pushed it in further. "Stick it in deeper."

"I can't," Linda told her, "That's as far as my finger goes."

"Then, stick your hand in."

Linda looked horrified, "My hand?!"

"Yeah."

"You want me to stick my whole hand...in you?!"

"Yeah, fuck me with it."

"But, my hand won't fit."

"It will. Just push it in there."

Wincing in disgust, Linda began slowly pushing her hand in and her face winced even more as she saw how her arm disappeared inside Jill as well. "This is sooo weird." Jill couldn't hear her. The exquisite feeling had completely consumed her, blocking out everything else. After a few moments, Jill felt Linda's arm stop moving and turned around, looking at Linda, "What're you doing?"

"Nothing."

"I know that. Why aren't you?"

"Why aren't I what?"

"Fucking!" Jill exclaimed in disbelief.

"What's fucking?"

Jill sighed, laughing to herself, then told Linda, "Pull your arm halfway out..." Linda did. "Now, push it back in." Linda did. "Okay, keep doing that."

"Like this?" Linda pulled her arm out and pushed it back in.

"Yeah. This is fucking. Keep doing that till I tell you to stop."

Linda did, slowly so as not to hurt Jill. "Do it faster," Jill told her. Linda did. Jill groaned, "Faster."

"Won't it hurt?" Linda asked, her voice concerned.

"No...," Jill groaned as little jolts of pleasure shot throughout her body. Linda called out worriedly, "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

"Oh believe me,...it doesn't...," Jill gasped. As Linda's hand pumped in and out of her, Jill quickly succumbed to the incredible feelings causing her body to quiver. Every now and then, an especially strong jolt would jerk her, causing her to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Even still, she couldn't contain herself as once again, more obscene words began to leak out through Jill's fingers. Linda glanced at Emma to make sure she was still asleep.

Momentarily, Jill's orgasm suddenly burst forth as she let out a long spasm of gasps. Linda felt her hand suddenly being drenched and as Jill fell forward, her hand popped out, followed by a gush of juice onto the bed.

Grimacing at both her dripping hand and the large wet spot on the bed, Linda exclaimed in shock, "Eewww! You peed all over my hand! And the bed!"

Out of breath, Jill panted, "It's not pee. It's...uh..." She wasn't sure how to explain it. Finally deciding on, "...just something that happens. Put a towel over it."

Linda walked over to the sink, holding out her hand in front of her, still dripping, "This is so gross." She washed her hand and grabbed a towel. Returning to the bed, she grimaced at the large wet spot and carefully laid the towel over it. "I can't believe you did that."

"I couldn't have done it without you," Jill joked as she watched her slide into the bed, next to her. Jill reached over, grabbing the blanket off the floor, and pulling it over them.

They laid facing each other, Jill's arm protectively around the girl, holding her close. "I really liked it. It was even better than the first time," Linda whispered, "Will it always be like this?"

"Yes."

Linda nuzzled against Jill's neck, kissing it. "I really do love you."

"I know."

"I wasn't sure at first. When you told me that I wasn't the first person you've been with, it...it kinda...broke my heart. I know that sounds stupid, but it did. I wanted us to be special. To have each other and only each other. That's part of why I got so upset and went inside a week ago." She pulled her face back, looking up at Jill, "But I didn't mean it though."

"I know. I didn't know how much I loved you till I didn't have you anymore."

Linda nestled against Jill and feeling Jill's arms safely around her, soon fell asleep.