Chapter 2
True to her word, Kathleen was naked in her backyard again when Marge arrived the next day. Kat smiled brightly and hugged Marge when she saw her. She was afraid that the incident from the day before might have chilled their friendship. Seeing Marge in her backyard told her that all was fine.
She did feel uncomfortable being naked, though. Just as Marge had walked in on her yesterday, anyone could do the same thing. She was worried about being discovered by a delivery man or a utilities worker or another neighbor. She was mortified at being discovered by one of the children in the neighborhood. She knew that it would be traumatic for the child. It would be traumatic for her too if the child ran home and told the parents who would likely call the police and she would end up in jail. Despite her misgivings, however, there was no way that she was going to be wearing clothing when Marge arrived. She could not risk damaging the relationship further.
“Hi, sweetie,” said Marge as she hugged the naked form. “You are looking as beautiful as ever. I just think your body is so marvelous.”
Kat blushed again at the compliment. “Thank you again.”
“Come and sit with me for a bit. Tell me what you have been working on today.”
Kat sat down in the chair and Marge was treated to the wiggle of breast flesh again. “Well, today I have been planting my impatiens,” she said as she waved to the sea of pink along one of the fences.
“They look lovely. I think I need a naked gardener for my backyard. Do you hire out?”
Another blush appeared on Kat’s face but she did manage to laugh. “Oh I don’t think that you could afford me. I’m pretty pricey.”
Marge didn’t know anything about slavery but she did know hat Kat would be very expensive to buy if she were sold as a slave. She couldn’t imagine anyone being worth more than this naked beauty. “I’m sure you would be worth whatever I had to pay to buy you. Oh, sweetie, come here. You have some dirt on you.” Kat did not even catch the comment about buying her.
“Where?” asked Kathleen as she looked down at her naked body.
“Just come here. I’ll take care of it. I always take care of you, don’t I?”
“Yes,” agreed the little nudist. She arose and stood in front of Marge. Marge reached out and tapped the insides of the finely formed thighs.
“Open up.”
Fresh waves of pink spread through Kathleen’s cheeks and across her chest but she complied with the instructions. Marge reached between Kat’s legs and brushed a finger over one of Kathleen’s labia, brushing off a speck of dirt. Then she pulled a tiny twig off of the other one. She was amazed at how wet and juicy Kat was. Her sex was positively dripping and Marge had just arrived. Just being naked must arouse her, thought Marge.
Finally, Marge plucked another twig out of Kathleen’s pubic hair and flicked it away. “We might need to shave this off since you are gardening in the nude from now on. It will only keep catching things and you don’t want that, do you?”
“Oh,” replied Kathleen. “No, I suppose not.” Her blush intensified. Mage had just touched her sex!!! And it had excited her!!! Why did her body react like this? How could she get aroused by her best friend, a woman no less, touching her petals?
“You may sit,” said Marge. She was delighted with the way things were going. She could command the girl and she would obey. Marge knew not to move too fast or too fa but she was confident that she would eventually own this girl.
“How does it make you feel to be out here naked, little one?”
Kat’s eyes flew wide open. Marge had never called her that before. And in many of the erotic stories that she read, masters called their slaves little one. It sent another wild thrill through her body.
“I asked you a question, Kat,” said Marge after Kathleen failed to respond.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Marge. What did you ask me again?”
“I asked you how it made you feel to be naked out here.”
“Oh. Embarrassed. Ashamed. Naughty,” replied Kathleen.
“Naughty is fine. I like naughty girls. But why embarrassed and ashamed? I would think it would feel liberating. Maybe even sexy.”
“I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right,” she replied.
“I don’t understand why it’s not right. It seems very right to me. That body shouldn’t be covered up. It should be enjoyed.”
“Thank you,” murmured Kathleen as she cast her eyes down.
“Come, let’s sit where it’s more comfortable.” Marge arose and crossed the little stretch of the lawn to sit in a lounger. Kathleen started to move toward the other lounger.
“No, sit here with me,” said Marge as she spread her legs to make room and patted the seat in front of her. His prompted fresh blushing but the naked girl complied. Marge wrapped her arms around her neighbor and held her, pulling Kat back until the naked body rested against her.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” asked Marge as she nestled her nose in Kathleen’s lush blonde tresses and let one hand rub slow circles over the tight little belly.
“Yes,” lied Kathleen. She felt very uneasy about this but did not want to hurt Marge’s feelings again. After all, Marge was like a big sister to her.
“What do you think about when you are out here naked?”
“All kinds of things, I guess,” replied Kathleen. “Errands I have to run, people I have to call, chores I have to do. All kinds of things.”
“Don’t you ever daydream?” asked Marge. This caught Kat by surprise and caused her to stiffen. Marge noticed the reaction and knew she was on the right track. “What do you dream about?” she asked without even giving Kat a chance to deny that she daydreamt.
“Sometimes I relay incidents in my mind. Like the meeting yesterday. I wish I had said something else when Bev asked that question. So I play it over and over in my mind.”
“What else?” Marge was widening the circle on Kat’s belly and was now brushing against the lower swells of the girl’s magnificent breasts. Kathleen seemed not to notice.
“Oh, like being on a date with some celebrity. Just typical girl stuff.
“Are you ever naked in your daydreams?” Kathleen stiffened slightly again.
“Yes,” whispered Kathleen.
“Tell me about them.” The hand was now focusing on the breasts. The fingertips brushed along the base of one and then the other.
“Do we have to talk about this?”
“Tell your big sister,” replied Marge. The fingers of her left hand were now tracing a circle around the base of Kat’s left breast and the right hand started rubbing the firm belly.
“Sometimes,” Kathleen started hesitatingly, “I am a harem girl tending a garden for the sultan.”
“Oooo, a slave girl. How does that make you feel?”
“A little wicked,” replied Kat. “A little submissive.”
“does it arouse you?” Marge knew she was pushing but so far it had been working.
“Yes, a little, I suppose,” replied a very embarrassed Kathleen.
“Let me see,” said Marge. Before Kat knew what was happening, Marge’s right hand was between her thighs and was stroking the slick petals. “Oh yes, that must have been what you were dreaming about earlier.”
“Marge!” protested Kat. Her hands immediately flew to grasp Marge’s wrist.
“Don’t freak out on me, little one,” said Marge calmly. “I was just checking. We’re just friends here. Now put you hands down.”
Slowly, the grip loosened and then Kat reluctantly lowered her hands. Marge started stroking Kathleen’s labia again and the naked girl closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip. “How do I stop this?” she wondered. “And why is my body betraying me?”
Now that Marge had gotten this far, she was not about to retreat. Her fingers kept gliding up and down the girl’s petals, feeling them getting even wetter if that was possible. Her left hand cupped Kathleen’s left breast and she squeezed it, feeling the warm flesh bulging between her fingers.
“It feels so nice to hold you like this,” she cooed into Kathleen’s ear. “Thank you for giving me so much pleasure, little one.”
“You are welcome,” whispered Kathleen. Strange sensations were surging through her body, being caused by the intimate way she was being touched and fondled. It felt so odd to have her best friend’s fingers sliding up and down her labia and it felt so wicked. But it also felt so good.
Marge felt the petals opening as if Kathleen’s sex was a beautiful flower just starting to blossom. She used her fingers to part them even more as more lubrication was secreted. Her hand released the breast and then her fingers captured the nipple, squeezing it lightly.
“I could hold you like this all day,” Marge said. She craned her neck forward and kissed Kathleen’s cheek as she placed one finger into the valley between the slick petals. She did not penetrate Kat, however. She simply tapped the entrance to the girl’s love canal over and over.
Kathleen groaned at the frustration of being so aroused and yet not wanting the sexual fondling to go on. Her body was on fire and part of her wished Marge would leave so she could masturbate herself to relief.
“Marge, I’m sorry. But this isn’t right.”
“What isn’t right, sweetie?”
“Us having sex,” replied Kathleen.
“Sweetie,” said Marge as she continued to tap at Kathleen’s sex,” we aren’t having sex. I’m just enjoying holding you. Thank you for letting me do that.”
Kathleen groaned again. There was no way to get out of this situation, it seemed. If this wasn’t sex, then what was it? It sure felt like sex to her. And she could feel her body continuing to get more and more aroused. She knew that soon she would climax. And that sounded a lot like sex to her.
Marge lifted her right hand, giving Kat’s sex some relief. She raised he hand to her face and then licked her fingers. “Mmmmm,” she cooed. “You are delicious.”
Fresh waves of shame washed over Kathleen as she realized what Marge had just done. She was masturbating her and licking her juices. That was sex just as surely as if she had used her tongue on Kathleen’s sex. The right hand went back between Kat’s thighs and resumed its tapping with the thumb starting to touch and caress her sensitive clit.
The other hand toyed with the girl’s nipple, first rolling it back and forth and then stretching it away from Kat’s chest. Kathleen felt he belly quivering as the arousal built up in her. Finally, she reached the edge. She bit down hard on her lower lip and emitted a groan as she stiffened and an amazing orgasm wracked her body.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened,” exclaimed Kathleen after she recovered.
“I was beautiful,” smiled Marge. “Thank you.”
“Beautiful?” replied a confused Kathleen. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why are you so embarrassed? Because I was here?”
“Well, yes.”
“Do you think that I’m bothered by witnessing you orgasm?” Marge knew that she had done more than just witness it. She had caused it. “Because if you do, you are wrong. It was so lovely. So precious. It was a wonderful gift that you gave me.”
“Oh.” Kathleen was still shaken by the whole experience. And Marge’s words just made her confusion worse. How could Marge have enjoyed watching her climax? And how could she have behaved so wantonly?
Marge kept he finger wedged between the two juicy labia and stroked lightly. Her other hand had gone back to cupping and holding the glorious breast. She leaned forward and again kissed Kathleen on the cheek. “I hope that you will do that again for me. I loved it.”