The following is the second part of a story entitled "Laundry Room Friends". It is a multi-part story that involves lesbianism, acts between two adults and a preteen, and minor fetishism. If any of this bothers you, do not read beyond this warning. If not, then please read part 1 before this.
This is an original work by me, Harald. I claim no copyright to it, beyond any that nifty.org may or may not bestow upon me. I eagerly welcome comments, either praise, suggestions, or both. I can be reached at haraldv1@yahoo.com
Laundry Room Friends, Part II Wendy was totally speechless. First, Sarah had walked in, albeit unwittingly, on Wendy while she was masturbating. Second, Wendy was starting to really be attracted to this prepubescent beauty. She noticed that some clear, milky liquid had streamed down her left leg from her vagina. A small pool of it had also spilled onto the waxed wooden floor underneath her.
"Uh. I can leave. I'm sorry. I'm---" Sarah started.
"No, no. Come on in. But close the door, will you please?" panted Wendy, who was still shaking from her orgasm.
Sarah shut the door. She walked toward Wendy's bed, forgetting about her robe. Wendy noticed, but didn't say anything. Next moment, Sarah was standing right in front of Wendy, completely naked. Wendy looked up and down her body. Five feet tall. Dirty blonde hair that was now resting on her shoulders instead of in the ponytail she had earlier. Her hips and chest were completely undeveloped. No hair had come in yet. She had a medium dark tan. One might say the color of honey. She had dark brown nipples that were the circumference of quarter-dollar coins. They were framed by triangles of much paler flesh where her breasts would be, the result of wearing a bikini when she was outdoors in the sun. She looked pretty athletic, as though she might have lifted weights occasionally.
There was also another noticeable feature on this young girl's body. That was a seven-inch surgical scar, pale pink in color. Wendy's eyes got wide. She gasped.
"Oh my god!" Wendy blushed. "I'm so sorry. I feel so bad for staring. You have enough people staring at you for wearing that mask."
"Can I sit down?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, sure!" Wendy said, kind of shaking.
"Ummm. Were you...uhh...ummm...mastur---bating?"
She looked down and sighed in embarrassment. "Yes I was." But secretly, she was a little turned on by the idea of Sarah having apparently seen her play with herself. She invited Sarah to sit down. Sarah did.
"It's perfectly natural to do" said Wendy.
"I know. I admit, I do it, too. I know I'm young and all. But yeah, I do most every night."
"Really?" There is a pause.
"I think you're really pretty, Wendy."
"Really?"
"And you were very nice to me earlier. You know, telling me not to feel bad about this mask the doctor says I have to have on my face when I'm around people".
"Well, I was glad I could help. Yeah, people stare, but 'so what?', I say. And you ought to feel the same. You are a very pretty girl, Sarah."
Sarah scooted down the bed and gave Wendy a hug. Wendy responded automatically with a kiss on her right cheek. Sarah's hands unwittingly made it onto Wendy's chest, shaking. Wendy unzipped the footed pajamas she was wearing down to the level of her nipples---just far enough to expose some cleavage. Sarah started rubbing her face, still masked, onto Wendy's bare breasts, trying to kiss them through her surgical mask. Sarah moaned in frustration. Wendy grabbed her half-mask respirator, and gave it to Sarah.
"Here, I want you to mask me. Then you can take your mask off and..." Wendy flashed an evil grin.
Sarah took the mask into the palm of her hand. She liked how the soft black rubber felt on her hands. She looked at the thick, gray straps that are meant to hold it firmly to her mouth and nose. She ran her hands all over the black facepiece and the pink circular filters that stuck out on each side. She then sat next to Wendy, who had her face tilted slightly toward Sarah. Sarah, with a look of uncertainty, took the mask by its bottom strap, sliding the strap over her head, momentarily letting the mask rest on her chest. Wendy nodded in approval.
"Now place the mask over my mouth, and do the top strap."
Sarah then tentatively grabbed the mask, letting the top strap fall over her hand. Wendy leaned over a bit, turning her head to the side to face Sarah, as Sarah, with her right hand, held the mask firmly but gently over Wendy's nose and mouth. She immediately pulled the top strap over Wendy's head, and let the mask go so she could tighten the straps a bit.
Wendy, feeling her nipples harden even more, took a deep breath, causing a very loud hiss, and exhaled. She then reached over and took the surgical mask off of Sarah's face. Wendy laid down on her back and unzipped her pajamas all the way, but stayed in them. She gestured to her nether regions with her pointing finger. Sarah crawled over. "I want you to lick my vagina." Wendy said, her words severely muffled by her mask. Sarah knelt and lowered her face between Wendy's legs. She was nearly overcome by the musky scent of Wendy's sweat and her vaginal secretions from earlier, when she masturbated as Sarah had entered the room. She laid her tongue on Wendy's clitoris, moving it up and down a bit. Wendy gasped and slowly exhaled through her mask.
"Keep going!"
Sarah kept going, licking the clitoris faster and faster. Wendy's breathing became louder and faster. Sarah could detect the wetness from Wendy's vagina, and decided to explore it with her face. She licked downward with her tongue until she noticed she could push inward. She had found Wendy's vagina, which was already very wet and salty with her sweat and secretions. Wendy draped her legs over Sarah's back. Sarah pushed in and out of Wendy's vagina with her tongue.
Wendy started to moan quietly and repeatedly. Her nipples hardened even more. She started thrusting her hips into Sarah's face as Sarah sucked on her vaginal lips. She let out a deep, loud, muffled moan as her orgasm built. Her breathing became louder and deeper. Her back suddenly arched. She grunted loudly, almost as if in pain. She grunted four more times, breathing loudly through the mask strapped to her face, arching her back each time. Her vagina drenched Sarah's face with hot, sticky, musky secretions.
Wendy's body relaxed. Sarah sat up and wiped her face with her right hand, licking Wendy's cum off of her fingers. She then zipped up Wendy's pajamas half way and lay down on her chest. She kissed both of Wendy's breasts, and said "Good night". Wendy just sighed, put her arms around Sarah's soft, naked, prepubescent body, and drifted off to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED