Her Perfect Choice

Hi Becky!

What have you got planned for today?

Michelle

As soon as shed sent the message she switched to YouTube. Right on top was Katy Perrys song. Shed heard it before, but now it seemed to have so much more meaning. When Katy sang the line: … taste of her cherry ChapStick… Michelle got a tingle all over.

I wonder if Becky wears cherry ChapStick?

That thought made the tummy fluttering start. The idea of kissing a girl intrigued her which in a way she found odd because she didn feel the same way about kissing a boy.

She watched the music video through twice before checking out the new posts. Not finding anything particularly interesting she decided on another bath before she got dressed. Shed done all her unpacking and bedroom arranging in her cotton night shirt.

The bath last night after dinner had really helped her legs but she couldn stay in too long because she was really tired. She wasn even hurting that much this morning but the novelty of having her own bathroom encouraged her to indulge.

The musical tone just as she was about to put her computer on stand-by signified an incoming message. She clicked the icon leaning over the desk.

Hi Michelle,

Its supposed to be a nice day—hot! Im just gonna hang out by the pool. You
e welcome to join me if you want.

How are your legs feeling today?

Becky

Suddenly her legs went all tingly. She could almost feel her neighbors hands squeezing her thighs the way shed massaged them last night. That strange kind of nervous feeling way down in her belly was worse than ever and her knees were feeling weak. It was like the weakness she got when she washed … uh, you know—. She had to sit down.

Hey Becky, she typed.

Id love to come over. Im just gonna take a quick bath before I get dressed. See you soon.

Michelle

Shed almost signed it Love, Michelle.

In the bathroom she started the water running, added a cap full of bubble bath and then stripped the worn cotton nightshirt over her head. She was standing there in the same white panties with the faded flowers imprinted on them—the ones shed been wearing last night when her older blonder friend had … Oooo the thought was too much. She tugged them off and added them to the growing pile in the corner. I wonder when the hampers gonna turn up she thought as she slipped into the warm bubbles.

Next door Rebecca Spencer opened her e-mail and read the message. The stunning little nymph from next door was coming over.

I kissed a girl and I liked it… the refrain played in her head as it often did since shed first heard it.

She shivered and lay out on top of her neatly made bed. Her mind replayed the leg massage from last night and that urgent feeling in her kitty was back. Lying naked on her bed she ran her fingers over her bald mons. If her mother ever found out that she was shaving down there shed freak-out. The odds against it were pretty long. Exposure of any body parts that weren visible at Mass was not acceptable in the Spencer household either.

Three years ago, when her boobies had just started to show, shed been running late and had come down for breakfast in the long T shirt that she slept in. Her mother had gone nuts and told her to get back up to her room and get some proper clothes on. That was the last, and remarkably modest, last time shed been seen by anyone in her house not completely covered up. If she stayed in her nightshirt she had to wear a robe over it. Similarly she never saw either of her parents without at least a couple of layers on. There was something about the secrecy—the mystery of it all—that tantalized her. Becky let her fingers trail over the sensitive warmth between her legs.