WINNIE'S WONDER YEAR
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. Characters from the ABC-TV series, The Wonder Years, are used without permission. The sexual situations existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by teenaged girls engaging in lesbian sex, please stop reading.
(Lesbian Celebrity)
Blonde, 17-year-old Karen Arnold was a self-proclaimed "hippie chick." In reality, she was just another confused, insecure, suburban teenage girl.
The year was 1968, and the sandal-wearing high school senior was at the precipice of her young life. Karen was a beautiful, if directionless teenager. Karen refused to take part in what she considered the middle-class rituals of her day, like high school dances, and meeting the "right boy."
The entire Arnold family had recently been traumatized when their 19-year-old neighbor, Brian Cooper, had been killed in Vietnam. Karen had known Brian seemingly all of her young life. Brian had been a protector for her diminutive 7th grade brother, Kevin, particularly when middle-brother, Wayne, picked on the smaller boy.
Karen had heard from her mother that Brian's tomboy little sister, Winnie, was taking the loss particularly hard. Lifelong friends with Kevin, and a frequent visitor to the Arnold home, Karen now regretted that she hadn't spent more "girl time" with Gwendolyn, and realized that, while never being unkind to Winnie, she really treated the now-12-year old, 7th grader, more like a familiar piece of family furniture.
Standing on the porch, and looking down the street, she could almost imagine Brian, a cigarette in his mouth, working tirelessly on his 1959 El Camino.
Brian had asked Karen out on dates before, even as recently as when he had returned home from boot camp. She had always politely refused, telling the older boy that she considered him "like a brother." In truth, Karen knew that Brian would be more than she could handle.
A young man heading off to war would have certain expectations from a girl, she thought. Karen, despite all of her bravado, was still a virgin. Very fond of Brian, she surely didn't love him, and was reluctant to give away her virginity as a sort of going away present.
With Brian now dead, Karen wondered if she had done the right thing. Would the memories of having made love to her have kept him alive? She doubted that was possible, but nevertheless, Karen bore some level of guilt for denying the now-dead soldier.
Karen leaned against a post on her front porch, eating an orange as she enjoyed the sun from a beautiful fall morning. Karen spotted Winnie Cooper heading in the direction of the Arnold home. Karen had heard that Winnie's mother had noticeably transformed the nerdy, waifish tomboy into an attractive junior high school girl. Following the first day of school, Kevin had come home too confused to talk about the physical changes to his lifelong friend.
Looking at the pretty 7th grader who was approaching, Karen thought that Kevin's description of the "new Winnie," were all a gross understatement.
No longer with her long, dark hair in braided pigtails, Winnie now wore her hair straight, and down past the middle of her back. Gone too were Winnie's dorky glasses, presumably replaced by contact lenses. Wearing a multicolored form-fitting minidress and white go-go boots, Karen thought the tiny-bodied 7th grader looked absolutely adorable!
Karen felt an odd feeling coursing throughout her body as she looked at the "new Winnie."
"Hi Karen," the captivating little girl said in a near whisper. "Is Kevin home?" Winnie's doe-eyes seemed to plead to the older girl, further touching something inside Karen.
"I'm sorry, Winnie, they all went to visit my Aunt Carol in Shippeville." Winnie knew that Shippeville was over a two-hour drive away, so Kevin would be gone for the rest of the day. She didn't have any particular plans with Kevin, Winnie would have been happy to simply walk and talk.
Winnie lowered her face in disappointment, and prepared to turn around for home. Karen could feel her heart breaking for the little girl, so she kept talking: "Uh, I didn't go because I had math homework." Karen added, "They couldn't leave Wayne and Kevin here. You know how they fight." Karen rolled her eyes, causing Winnie to giggle. "She has such a beautiful smile," the 17-year-old thought to herself.
Karen, at 5'6" looked down upon Winnie, would couldn't have even been 5' tall. Karen placed her hands on both of Winnie's slender shoulders, and looked into her big, pretty eyes. "We never talk. Wanna come inside?" Winnie smiled, and nodded her head.
Unknown to Karen, Winnie and Kevin had kissed in the woods during those terrible days following Brian's death. It certainly hadn't been planned, but seemed to solidify a bond that they had shared for most of their lives.
Winnie had always harbored a secret crush on a member of the Arnold family... but it was for Karen... not Kevin. Even as a grade schooler, Winnie had watched with keen interest as Karen's body matured. To Winnie, Karen was just about the "grooviest-looking" girl that she had ever seen. It may have just been a confused, pre-teen girl-crush, or puppy-love to some, but it all seemed very real to Winnie, who often daydreamed about being kissed by the blonde-haired, beautiful teen.
As the cute, preadolescent girl entered the Arnold house, Winnie noted that she had never been alone with Karen before. Turning down a bottle of Coca Cola, Winnie and Karen settled on the family couch. With their age differences, conversation was awkward at first, but they soon began to discuss school, topics of the day, and Karen's idiot younger brothers, which caused Winnie to laugh in earnest.
Karen was enjoying her conversation with the intelligent, and pretty little girl. Karen suddenly asked: "Would you like to see my room?" In the many years that Winnie had been a visitor in the Arnold house, she had never dared to enter Karen's bedroom.
The oldest of the three siblings, Karen was a stickler for privacy. Wayne and Kevin were banned from her bedroom without her permission, and the 17-year-old usually kept the door closed from prying eyes.
Winnie looked around in wide-eyed wonder at what she assumed a hippie's bedroom must look like. With no one home to complain, Karen lit a stick of jasmine incense, and put "Sergeant Pepper's" on her turntable.
It all seemed very grown-up and exotic to the 12-year-old. There were pictures and posters of rock stars, like Jimi Hendrix, the Beatles, Jim Morrison, and the Rolling Stones. Seeing a picture of the Mamas and Papas on the wall, Winnie said to Karen, "You're even prettier than Michelle Phillips." Karen blushed, and touched Winnie's cheek with her hand.
Karen invited Winnie to join her on the bed. Laying back sideways on the small, single bed, Karen placed her arm protectively around Winnie's shoulder, as the minidress-wearing 7th grader snuggled up next to the pretty, blonde high school senior.
Karen was mildly surprised when Winnie rested her head on one of Karen's desirable, B-cup breasts, but didn't make an issue of it. As they continued to talk, Karen brought up the elephant in the room: "I know I told you this at the funeral, but I was really, really sorry about Brian. We all really liked him."
Tears began to form in Winnie's eyes, and soon they were flowing freely down her young, blemish-free face. Unsure of what to do, and regretting that she had brought up the subject, Karen used her fingers to dry Winnie's tears. Hoping to stop Winnie from crying, Karen first kissed Winnie on the cheek, and then on the lips.
Karen was shocked when Winnie began to passionately kiss the 17-year-old back. "Kiss me, Karen," the pretty little girl murmured. "I've always wanted for you to kiss me."
Winnie's face was now hovering over Karen's on the small bed, and Winnie began to fondle Karen's clothed breasts as she leaned in for more kisses with the older girl. The kisses Karen was receiving from Winnie were deeper and more sensuous than she had ever received from a boy. Karen started to caress Winnie's young body, feeling Winnie's erect nipples through the clinging fabric of her minidress.
Suddenly, Karen became very aware that she was on a bed with another girl, and that the girl in question was a lifelong neighbor, and only 12-years-old.
Karen was in favor of "free love," or at least in the theory of it. She also believed that all love was good, including love between men, and love between women. Although Winnie was still very young, she unquestionably seemed to be giving her consent.
With her curious hands rubbing Winnie's nascent breasts, Karen wordlessly looked the 7th grader in the eyes. "Make love to me," Winnie practically begged, while adding, "No one needs to ever know."
Envisioning a "make out session," Winnie wasn't worldly enough to know what she was actually asking for. But with the unusual circumstances of actually being alone with Karen, the 12-year-old was curious to see where things might go.
Responding to Winnie's words, Karen removed her white, embroidered, Mexican peasant top. With no one home to bug her, she had chosen not to wear a bra that morning. Winnie looked in wonderment at Karen's mature, B-cup boobs, and looked down, touching her own flat chest hopefully.
Winnie would be the first person, boy or girl, to explore Karen's enticing, teenage breasts. Encouraged by Karen, Winnie delightedly squeezed and rubbed Karen's boobs, and inquisitively pinched her pinkish-brown nipples.
Moving Winnie's long, dark hair out of the way, Karen unzipped Winnie's clinging minidress, and lifted it over Winnie's head. Winnie was hesitant, but allowed Karen, who was already topless, to continue.
While Winnie's tiny nipples were erect, there was not even the hint of budding breasts on her narrow, 12-year-old, preadolescent chest. Winnie reflexively covered her upper torso with her arms, but Karen easily lowered them, and began kissing the 7th grader's neck and mouth.
Winnie's boyish, flat-chested body bore the one-piece bathing suit tan-lines of a summer spent with Kevin and Paul Pfeiffer at the municipal pool. Winnie closed her pretty eyes as Karen's hand began to explore her undeveloped, prepubescent chest.
The 7th grader gasped as Karen began to aggressively lick, suck, and manipulate Winnie's immature breast area. Winnie stroked Karen's blonde hair as the high school senior eagerly concentrated on Winnie's not-yet-budding boobies.
Winnie was now wearing just a pair of little-girl, waist-high white cotton panties as Karen's hands, lips, and tongue enveloped her upper body. Suddenly, Karen jumped off the bed, her teenage breasts bouncing enticingly as she quickly removed her bell-bottom jeans and panties, and laid atop the tiny, dark-haired girl.
With Winnie squirming below her, Karen placed a singular breast in Winnie's mouth. Winnie coughed as the adult-size boob was unexpectedly proffered to her mouth. Winnie proved to be a quick learner, however, licking and sucking enthusiastically as she wrapped her skinny arms around the avaricious 17-year-old.
Kissing her way down Winnie's waifish body, Karen stopped at her 12-year-old neighbor's midsection. Winnie happened to turn around at that moment, pointing her backside to Karen. Taking a deep breath, Karen removed Winnie's panties.
Winnie's dainty, naked ass was now exposed to Karen. The teenager stopped to kiss and caress Winnie's youthful butt cheeks before flipping her over. As she did, Winnie protectively snapped her skinny legs shut.
Prying Winnie's legs open, Karen stared greedily at Winnie's hairless pussy, with its small slit and tight lower lips. Karen then swiftly descended. Licking Winnie's young pussy, Karen added her fingers inside the surprised 7th grader. Winnie arched her back and bucked her legs at the newfound sensations.
Hoping that day to at last kiss Karen, Winnie was finding herself being fucked by the suburban-Hippie-wannabe... and Winnie liked it!
After Winnie experienced the joy of her first orgasm, Karen climbed between Winnie's legs into the missionary position, and began forcefully slamming her crotch into Winnie's inexperienced pussy. Winnie wrapped her arms around Karen's smooth back, and held on for dear life as Karen bucked aggressively into her petite body.
Karen then did the unexpected. Straddling Winnie's face, she presented her brownish-blonde pussy to the 12-year-old. Trapped, Winnie hesitantly delivered her first lesbian licks. The taste was better than she had anticipated, so she continued experimenting with her tongue. Judging by Karen's satisfied face, Winnie must have been doing things right.
Reaching behind her, Karen soon found Winnie's bald pussy. Expecting to be stopped by a hymen, Karen surmised that the 7th grader might have had it broken in a rough and tumble game with Kevin and his friends.
With nothing to prevent her, Karen began to furiously finger-fuck the preteen beauty. Winnie's little legs quivered and she gasped as she continued to lick Karen's pussy until Karen eventually climaxed.
Virgins no more, the two girls spooned contentedly. Karen's crotch pressed against Winnie's tiny butt cheeks as the older girl gently rubbed Winnie's tan-lined, boyish chest, and kissed the 12-year-old's ear and neck.
After some time, Winne dressed and returned home. The day was never discussed between them, and they never had the opportunity to make love again. However, whenever Karen and Winnie saw each other, they exchanged knowing smiles that seemed to say it all.
The End.
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