The Elevation of Sarah Stevens

As they closed the door on Amy, her mother took Sarah aside.

"Sarah, I've been noticing that I'm not washing much of your underwear lately - what's going on?"

While Sarah might have preferred to be swallowed up by a huge hole in the ground than discuss such with her mother, the fact that she had told her her own secrets at least allowed her to explain the rough outline. So, she told her about going to the new doctor about the rash that she was getting 'down there' and that she suggested that I not wear panties at least at night, to allow it to get better.

"But what about your bras, Sara?

"The doctor said mine were too tight, that I might get inverted nipples. She told me that I needed to allow them to eh...expand...naturally, maybe not wear one at all! I only have the one that is stretchy enough; I suppose I'll have shop for some new ones over the weekend."

Despite their newfound openness, she didn't feel she could mention the orgasms she'd had at the doctor's hand.

"Well, that's all right then," said her mother, patting her hand, "I understand."

Though Sarah could see her thinking things through.

At her mother's urging, Amy was invited for another sleepover the coming weekend, since her father would be away preaching again. Sarah was very much conflicted about the idea. On the one hand, she loved spending time with Amy but was doubtful and reluctant about more 'kissing practice'; she still wasn't too sure about whether it was right.

It was on Friday afternoon that her mother came back from shopping in town. She'd brought several bags home and took them up to Sarah's room to show her what she'd bought. The first thing she took out was a short baby doll nighty that was semi-transparent and only reached the top of her thighs.

"We can't have you wearing that old cotton nightgown for your sleepovers." She held it up in front of her daughter. "This will look beautiful on you!" she beamed. "But don't ever let your father see it!"

She then brought out what seemed to be bras, though they were nothing like what Sarah was used to.

"I've also got you some healthy bras, they'll look lovely on you." She fingered the lacy bras longingly before telling her daughter to try them on while she started dinner.

When she'd left Sarah tried on one of the bras. It only seemed to be half there, with the result that not only did it leave the upper slopes of her breast bare, and was so thin it was see through. She looked at her self in the mirror and squirmed at the sight, though her nipples had other ideas and grew large and hard pushing into the flimsy lace. Not for the first time did she worry that their presence would be noticed and remarked upon by others. She put on one of her blouses and they poked right out, even after putting on a cardigan, if you looked closely you could just make them out. She sighed. Sometimes, God's gifts were difficult to bear.

When Amy came round that evening, Sarah managed to avoid a 'kissing practice' session by staying downstairs, helping her mother to cook, and after dinner they settled straight down to watch a movie on the TV. However, eventually it came time for them to head off to bed. Sarah took her new nighty to the bathroom to change. Amy had already cleaned her teeth and changed into her pyjamas. While she loved the feeling of the silky nighty on her skin, she wasn't quite comfortable wearing it, especially with it being so short and not wearing anything underneath. She kept her dressing gown on until the last minute when she got back to her room.

Amy was watching her like a hawk. When eventually Sarah took of her robe, Amy whistled appreciatively. Sarah turned to her and said, "Amy, I've been thinking, I'm not sure we need much more kissing practice"

Amy got up and walked up to her like a cat stalking its prey. "No, Sarah, there is much more for us to learn, and you look so good I just want to eat you up!"

With that she kissed her deeply, her tongue slipping into her mouth like a serpent. Despite her reservations, Sarah couldn't fail to respond with her nipples coming to attention and the tingles starting down below. She put up only token resistance as Amy led her to the bed, laying her down and kissing her again while running her hand underneath the filmy nighty. Sarah let Amy do everything she wanted with her, it felt so good and she relented with the thought that the body God gave her said it was OK. She let Amy pull off her nighty and watched as she got out of her pyjamas. Her skin felt so soft on her own when she lay on top of her then moved down to kiss her breasts. When she started sucking on her nipples, Sarah immediately understood the doctor's idea that the immense pleasure she was feeling was God's gift designed to encourage the feeding of her baby.

Sarah had opened her legs to let Amy move lower to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples, but when she move even lower, kissing her belly and then lower still, Sarah began to panic. As Amy planted little kisses around the junction of her thighs, Sarah said, "No Amy, that's dirty!"

"Just try it, you'll want to know how it will feel with a boy, and tell him how you like it, whispered Amy.

Sarah pulled a pillow over her head; she couldn't look at what Amy was doing to her. But neither could she deny the incredible pleasure she was feeling as Amy licked her vaginal lips and when she concentrated on her clitoris, she exploded in orgasm, screaming into the pillow.

Amy slithered up Sarah's limp body and pulled the pillow from her head. Sarah could see that her face was covered with her juices and when Amy kissed her she could taste herself on her lips and tongue. While initially shocked, she reasoned that it was only natural, it was from herself after all.

Amy then moved to kneel astride Sarah's head. Sarah looked up to see Amy's vagina, sparsely covered in fine blond hair such that nothing was hidden. She'd never really looked at her own and she studied Amy's with clinical interest. But then Amy lowered herself more, saying, "Lick me Sarah, like I licked you"

She brushed her vaginal lips against Sarah's mouth and Sarah tentatively extended her tongue and licked her. She tasted similar but different and Sarah accepted her situation. With that, Amy pressed down harder, rubbing herself on Sarah's tongue and lips. When she reached climax a small gush of fluids found it's way into Sarah's mouth. Amy moved down and collapsed on top of Sarah's body.

"See, I told you there was more for us to learn about kissing. And you know what they say, 'practice makes perfect'."

As the two girls lay together relaxing the warm post orgasmic glow, Sarah thought about her situation. She knew that what Amy and her did together went way beyond kissing practice. According to her upbringing, what they were doing was wrong. Certainly her father would have apoplexy if he knew. On the other hand, her mother seemed to actually approve of what they were doing. Maybe she just didn't want her daughter to grow up regretting a missed opportunity, like she did. Perhaps she was reliving her youth vicariously through her daughter. Also, it just felt so good and God did make her this way to enjoy what they were doing. Was it a test of her faith? Sarah felt so conflicted. Her upbringing made her very reluctant to explore her physical feelings, never mind initiate anything, but when Amy became more forceful, Sarah found herself giving in to her desires, despite her initial reluctance.

When Sara woke the next morning she opened her eyes to Amy looking into them.

"Oh, so you're awake are you? It's about time!"

With that she rolled Sarah onto her back, pressed her breasts against hers and kissed her forcibly. As her hand snaked down her belly, Sarah found that her legs had opened of their own accord, and she was already wet when Amy found her pussy.

"Ooh, you horny little slut, Sarah, wet and willing already this morning!" smiled Amy.

Sarah flushed in embarrassment.

"Well, we've slept the morning away, and I have to dash to a hockey match, so we'll have to continue this later."

Sarah watched Amy bustle around the room, getting dressed and putting her bag together. She thought about her comment about continuing things later and again wondered if she was doing the right thing. Was she a lesbian now? She pictured her Simon in her mind, his beautiful face and sculpted body and immediately felt the tingles down below. Nope, no change there.

After Amy left, her mother came into the room.

"Amy's just left without breakfast!"

"Yes, she was late for a hockey match, and I suppose I'd better get up."

She got out of bed without thinking, not realising she was naked. She flushed with shame and hurriedly put on her robe. Her mother sat on the bed and through the mirror, Sarah saw her run her fingers across the damp patch on the sheet and held them to her nose. Sarah pretended not to see; she was mortified enough without having to acknowledge it. As Sarah fled to the bathroom, her mother asked, "You had a good sleepover, then?"

Over the following few days, Amy called by often on their way home from school, just for half an hour or so, just to continue a conversation or collect a book or whatever. Increasingly she would casually kiss her on the lips often in front of her mother, which would never fail to make her feel guilty. If her mother wasn't looking, Amy would caress her breasts while doing so leaving Sarah damp and breathless. Of course, everything stopped when her father was home.

The coming weekend would see her father depart on another preaching engagement. And Sarah's mother was quick to invite Amy over for another sleepover.

After dinner, Sarah and Amy changed into their night things, ready to go down and watch a movie. Sarah had put on her little baby-doll nighty but covered it up with her robe.

"Why are you putting your robe on, Sarah?"

"Well, it doesn't seem quite right to be half naked downstairs; my father would have a heart attack if he saw me."

"First thing, your father is not here, second, your mother bought you the nighty, third, it's too hot and fourth you look beautiful in it. So ditch the robe!"

Sarah bit her lip but slipped out of her robe without another word and Amy took her hand and lead her downstairs. When her mother saw her daughter her eyes opened in surprise but she quickly covered it with a smile, "It looks lovely on you, Sarah!"

Mrs Stevens sat in her normal chair and Amy and Sarah took the sofa. As they turned off the lights and started the movie, Amy put her arm round Sarah and drew her in. Sarah felt a little nervous sitting in Amy's arms in front of her mother with most of her thighs exposed, but as the movie progressed and Amy continually caressed her arm, she relaxed somewhat. However, the romantic movie that Amy had selected had some quite racy bits in it and Sarah started to heat up. When Amy started stroking the side of her breast, Sarah turned her head to Amy and whispered, "Amy! Mum will see." To which Amy turned her head to Sarah and kissed her on the lips.

Amy had increasingly become bold and kissed Sarah in front of her mother when coming and going, but kissing on the sofa in her little nighty was something different. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother glance in their direction. She wasn't sure how much see could see by only the light of the television

Amy started stoking and pinching her nipple slowly and languidly, sending tingles of arousal down to her pussy. If Amy didn't stop, she'd leave a damp spot on the couch, never mind her nighty. Then Amy took hold of Sarah's face and turned her head and started French kissing her. Despite being in front of her mother, Sarah couldn't help but moan into Amy's mouth. She was shocked and dismayed when Amy pushed her shoulder strap down to caress her bare breast. When Amy's hand wandered down to Sarah's lap and slipped her hand under her nighty, Sarah found, to her utter shame and horror, that her legs had automatically opened to Amy's questing fingers. "God, what must my mother think!" was a thought that was quickly drowned out by her mounting passion.

Amy stopped kissing Sarah to look over at her mother. "I think it's time I took my girl to bed, Mrs Stevens." And with that, Amy took her the hand to raise her from the sofa, her nighty fluttering high to reveal her pussy and inner thighs shiny with her moisture. Sarah didn't dare look at her mother. If she had she'd have seen her flushed with glittering eyes and a look of disappointment. Amy led Sarah by the hand, her head bowed in shame but her heart beating fast in anticipation of what was to come when they reached their bed.

When they reached her bedroom, Amy stripped Sarah of her nighty and pushed onto the bed. Sarah watched Amy take off her pyjamas with mounting anticipation, not noticing that Amy had left the bedroom door ajar. It was when Amy had spread Sarah's legs high and wide, and was making love to her pussy with her mouth that Amy glanced up at Sarah's eyes screwed tight shut in passion and caught sight of a shadow beyond the gap in the door, a gap larger than she had deliberately left open. She smiled to herself and slipped a finger into the entrance of her vagina, causing Sarah to cry out in passion. She concentrated on licking Sarah's clitoris and when she slipped the tip of a finger in Sarah's bottom, Sarah exploded in orgasm. When Sarah had come back to earth, Amy looked up to see the shadow had gone.

The next morning, Amy forbade Sarah to wear her robe again for breakfast and the morning sunlight streaming through the windows made it all but transparent. She took liberties with Sarah at every opportunity, kissing her on the mouth and stroking her breasts at every opportunity in front of her mother. When Sarah leaned over to set the table, she exposed her bare bottom and Amy took the opportunity to spank it to Sarah's surprised squeal, with both Amy and her mother laughing at the joke. Sarah was both humiliated and aroused at the same time and didn't know what to think.

They sat down to breakfast and Mrs Stevens announced that Deacon Steven's preaching tour had come to an end and although Amy was to be invited to dinner and could pop in any time, the sleep overs had to stop for the foreseeable future.

This put a bit of a downer on the morning until Mrs Stevens said that he wasn't due back until lunch time, and they should make the most of the morning. "So, you two go back upstairs, and I'll mind the breakfast things." Sarah flushed bright red, but Amy laughed and took Sarah by the hand and dragged her upstairs.