Little Girl Lost

"Oh my God," I said. "No wonder this case is so important to you!" I said. "I guess I don't blame you for wanting to follow up."

"It WAS her voice, I know it was. She sounded .... weary. As though she'd been fighting something for a long time, and was nearly defeated. Oh Kendall, I don't know what to do!" I sat down next to Kes, and hugged her.

"It's okay, Kes, wouldn't you say you need more information before you can respond rationally to this? Looking at it as a police officer, I'd be looking for more information..." Her body was warm and firm in my arms, but I could feel her shaking, and held her closer. She smelled nice, feminine, at least underneath her overlay of day sweat, Texas dirt and a large dollop of fear. She hugged me back, and I could feel that we were giving each other reassurance and strength. It felt almost electrical again, a current flowing between us where we touched instead of a shock this time, though.

"You know, strangely enough, it was because of Izel's death, or I should say, my grief over her death, that made me aware that I was a lesbian," Kes said, thoughtfully.

"Really? How did that happen?" I said. I found myself intensely interested in how Kes had found that she was a lesbian.

"I was going to group grief counseling sessions at our community church, after Izel passed, and I got to know another girl, the same age as me - she'd be 26 now, as I'm 26. Her name was Cynthia Delgado. Cindy, she liked to be called," Kes said. "But you don't want to hear about this."

"Oh Kes, I do," I said. "I'd like to know more about your past, and why you're, um, why you've made the choices you have."

"Well, we became friends, Cindy and I, and we started to have sleep overs, since we lived within blocks of each other. One night Cindy was over at our house, and we were reading photonovelas to each other in my bed. You know what photonovelas are, right?"

"Yeah, they're Spanish language 'photo stories,' almost like comic books, usually romances."

"Yeah. Well, this one night Cindy began pretending that the two young lovers in the photonovela were two girls, changing the name of the guy, Pablo, I think, to Pabla, a girl's name. I thought it was pretty funny at first, then Cindy said that we should act it out, you know, kissing and hugging like they were doing in the photonovela. Well, it sounded kind of harmless to me, plus I was interested in Cindy, and it sounded attractive to me to be kissing and touching her."

"Now, you're SURE I'm not offending you with this story, Kendall?" Kes asked.

"I'm sure, I'm sure! So, then what happened?" I said, anxious to hear the rest of the story.

"Well, Cindy slid over to my pillow (we were both under the covers, in our nightgowns) and put her arms around me as I lay on my side, and then brought her face close to mine, and we both closed our eyes, and our lips met. It was like fireworks for me, and apparently it was very nice for Cindy, too, because our first kiss went on for like five minutes. Heck, it was my first romantic kiss, ever!" Kes said. "I thought that kissing would be something I'd want to do a lot, if it would be like that."

"Then what?" I urged her. I was feeling some heat at my crotch, at this romantic retelling of young love.

"Um, then, we did some stuff. But look, Kendall, I REALLY don't want to offend you...."

"I INSIST Kes, I won't be offended, you can be as graphic as you like. It'll, uh, help me relate better to you." I didn't know if that was exactly true, but I wanted to hear about Kes' first lesbian encounter, and wild dogs couldn't carry me away from this story!

"Okay," Kes said, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, both of us were feeling a terrible longing for 'stimulation' at our clits, as we both knew all about masturbation, but we didn't know each other well enough to talk about that, even though we were both as hot as habaneros. So, Cindy and I just kissed and hugged, and I think we were both intensely aware of the sensations that the other's body was causing, wherever we touched. I could feel her small, warm breasts against mine, the fragrance of her sweet breath on my face, the warmth of her breath, the feel of her tongue on my lips, and occasionally on my own tongue, and I found myself imagining what Cindy looked like under her nightgown. She was a slim, black-haired Latina, so I guess you can imagine for yourself." Kes paused, and I felt a little uncomfortable, but increasingly excited, at imagining a slim, naked, teenaged Latina.

"But sadly, we didn't have the nerve to take it any further, good Catholic girls that we were," Kes said. I felt deflated, and found myself hoping for a graphic description of two teenage girls making love.

"So, that was it?" I said.

"Not exactly," Kes said.

"Quit teasing!" I said, and mock slapped Kes' firm shoulder.

She grinned, and said, "Okay, then. We fell asleep, both of us horribly frustrated. I woke up about two AM or so, and I could hear Cindy softly snoring, her back to mine, about a foot away from me. I thought about all our kissing and hugging, and I couldn't take any more frustration. My pussy was already wet from our touching, and had stayed that way. So, I slowly inched up my nightgown until it was about at the tops of my thighs, and pulled my little cotton panties down just enough that my bottom was exposed, and I could easily get at my pussy, then slowly slipped my hand between my legs, and started stroking my pussy lips and clit with my finger tips, using my other hand to squeeze my breasts and erect nipples through my nightgown. I could smell the moisture between my legs - I'd never, ever been that hot and bothered before! Almost immediately, I could feel sparks shooting through my crotch, and I could tell that I was headed for my best orgasm ever, sneaking in this pussy play while Cindy slept, though I was thinking of her naked body the whole time I did it." Kes paused in her story then, and looked at me, her eyes resting on my breasts.

"I was building to a muted explosion, until I suddenly felt a pair of soft hands on my bare buttocks! I froze in shock, my fingers between my legs stopped diddling my clit, then Cindy's face appeared over my shoulder, and she said, 'I know what you're doing. It's a lot more fun when you have some help.' With that, her hand slipped around my waist, and she began stroking my pussy, and her naked crotch rubbed up against my nude bottom. She wet her fingers in my swampy pussy, then began caressing my thin labia and my clit."

"'Mmm, your warm little ass feels so nice against my wet pussy,' Cindy said.'And my fingers LOVE the feel of your wet pussy!' I thought that was hot, but I exploded when she took my hand and brought it back behind me and between our bodies to her own, sopping wet pussy. For the first time in my life, my fingers were on, and soon inside, another girl's excited, slick pussy, feeling her dew collect on my fingers simply because I was inside her! The feeling of my power, in my ability to make her cum, and the feeling of closeness and intimacy with another female, were overwhelming. I came several times, as did Cindy, my fingers luxuriating in her slippery wetness, and Cindy's slim fingers playing with, and teasing, and attacking my own defenseless clit and pussy. I was in heaven!"

"Kendall, that was when I knew, for a fact, that I loved having a woman's love, and giving her my own. Cindy and I made love all that night, using our fingers on each other's tight little pussies, and we even graduated to kissing, then sucking on, each other's erect brown nipples, cumming from the feel of a girl's lips and tongue on those sensitive parts, too."

I was feeling overwhelmed myself by Kes' story. It was so lovely, and touching, and I must admit, so hot. I'd never heard anything like it before.

"Cindy and I were girlfriends for a year after that, but we eventually went in different directions. I'll still hold a special place in my heart for her, because she showed me some of the ways that women can love each other."

"Umm, some of the ways?" I asked, although I was wondering if I really should be asking.

"Oh yes, there are an infinite number of ways to love a woman. Perhaps I'll get the chance to tell you about some," Kes said, with a small smile. "Uggh, I must stink!" Kes said, changing the subject now.

"No, not at all," I murmured.

"Well, I need a shower in any case," she said. Kes getting naked began to sound like a good idea to me.

"Okay, after you take yours, then I'm taking one too. We both wandered around in that old playground, and God knows what's on us," I said. Kes went into the bathroom, and I heard the squeak of the faucet being adjusted, the water splashing into the old tub, then the soft sounds of Kes' top and bra hitting the floor, followed by her shorts and panties. I just began to form an image of a nude Kes poised to enter the shower, her sylph-like form slim and beautiful, perhaps her nipples stiff with a brief chill, goose bumps on her full, round bottom. Expecting to hear the shower curtain being pulled back, I was surprised when her head poked around the corner, looking at me as I sat on the bed. I felt slightly dirty, as though I'D been caught playing with myself.

"I promise, I'll try to save you some hot water," she said, smiling, then disappeared, the expected scrape of the curtain rings heard now. I felt slightly disappointed that I hadn't gotten to see more of her body, other than her face and upper chest, as the mental picture of her nude returned to me. The thought was pleasant. After about ten minutes, I heard the water being turned off, and she stepped out. A minute later, she padded into the bedroom, looking marvelous in a too-small white motel towel, wrapped around her top and covering most of her upper body, though only to about mid thigh, and a towel wrapped around her hair. The cuts on her arm and leg were a deep red, and I thought that we'd better stop and get her some antibiotic gel soon.

"It's all yours," she said. I brushed by her warm, slim body on my way into the bathroom, her breasts perky, with erect and uplifted brown nipples, long and firm, rubbing against me in my tee shirt. "Sorry," I said, embarrassedly.

I looked down by the toilet, and noticed the pile of Kes-wear on the 1950's-era green tile of the bathroom. Her panties and bra were white lace, and I found myself wondering how they'd look against her olive skin, and I found the thought intriguing. I quickly stripped off my own tee shirt, jeans and panties, and tossed them on top of hers, then turned on the water, as hot as I could stand it. Then it came to me that Kes had been looking at my erect nipples through my tee shirt as she told her story, since I had gone braless, and I blushed, a rosy red suffusing through my upper chest and face, even though I was alone in the bathroom.

I stepped under the hot stream of water, and the pressure and heat of the water felt great on my sore skin and muscles, even where I still had the deep scar in my calf, from where I'd been shot weeks before. I let myself luxuriate under the flow, shampooing with the small container of motel shampoo, and soaping myself all over, using the bar of soap, cleaning myself thoroughly all over, especially under my arms, and particularly between my legs and butt cheeks, then rinsing thoroughly. After turning off the water, I partially dried off, then wrapped myself in a towel, too, tying it in a knot between my breasts. I ignored my hair, which had a tendency to dry on its own with a little brushing, as it was cut so short.

I stepped out onto the thin carpet of the bedroom, and to my surprise, Kes, seated on the bed, asked, with a shy smile, "Kendall, could I impose on you? Could you check me for ticks? They give me the willies."

"Uh, yeah, that's a good idea, I hadn't thought of that," I said, feeling a funny tingle in the pit of my stomach. Or maybe it was just somewhere near the pit of my stomach. Kes had freshened our drinks, and I was pretty sure that I was going to sleep well tonight, as would Kes.

"Okay, how about if you stand here by the side of the bed, and I'll check you from head to toe, then you do me," I said, immediately wanting to clap my hands over my big mouth. With the sound of those last two words ringing in my ears, I blushed at their alternative meaning, and I hoped that she didn't notice. I sat down on the side of the bed, the mattress firm and springy under me, and the cheap wooden headboard squeaking just a little.

She didn't seem to notice my faux pas, and stood obediently in front of me by the side of the bed, her back to me as I sat on the edge of the mattress. I reached up and unfolded the towel covering her hair, and her long, lustrous locks fell down across her shoulders, her hair damp and clean-smelling. I stood behind her, and gently began inspecting her scalp with my fingertips, looking as closely as I could along her scalp for any seed ticks that might be trying to root there. Her hair was warm and soft under my fingers, shiny and already looked near-brushed.

Kes moaned as my fingers traveled along her scalp. "Oh girl, that feels good! I would pay somebody to do that. I've had my scalp rubbed before, but it never felt so....electric." I noticed it, too. It was almost as though energy were running through my fingertips, into her skin, and tingling my fingers. Just as I thought this, Kes said, "It tingles! What ARE you doing?" I pulled my fingers back in surprise, and the slight tingling sensation disappeared.

"Oh, don't," Kes pleaded. "Please don't stop," she said, turning her head to smile up at me, her eyes sparkling with some inner happiness, and smiling the loveliest smile I'd ever seen. I applied my fingers to her scalp, and the tingle resumed, though muted now. It almost felt again as though we were completing a gentle electrical circuit by touching. I'd never experienced such a thing before, nor ever heard of anyone else experiencing anything like it. In any case, it was invigorating, and I returned to my tick hunt.

I finished with her scalp, then checked her shoulders and upper back. "Umm, that's it unless you want the rest checked...."

"Oh, yes, please," Kes said, loosening the towel where it was tied between her breasts, and the towel covering her began slipping to the floor. "I hope that female nudity doesn't bother you," she said offhandedly, not looking back at me.

"Um, no, of course not, after all, I'm female," I said, though I was blushing, but eagerly looking at her rapidly revealed nudity nonetheless. As though in slow motion, the white terrycloth sheet slipped to the floor, revealing her smooth, unblemished body, her olive skin quite beautiful and nearly taking my breath away. Her body was like that of a Grecian goddess, crafted by a genius, smooth and perfectly crafted, and not at all afraid to have curves. Her hips took my breath away, so full and womanly. Her ass was perfect, full and round, the globes of her bottom perfectly smooth and without imperfection, nor even the downiest of hairs.

I shakily brought my fingertips to Kes' shoulder blades, running my finger tips over her warm body, and Kes cooed with pleasure.

I slipped my fingers from side to side, feeling nothing but the electric tingle, and luxuriant woman flesh, warm and supple, then was disappointed when too soon I reached the top of her buttocks. She felt me hesitate there, and said, "I really hate to ask you, it's so embarrassing, but could you please check my rear end? I'm deathly afraid something might get in there, and I'd hate to see something as gross as a tick grow there..."

Sighing softly, I sat down on the bed, inhaling Kes' feminine fragrance, an erotic shock to me, my clit, labia and nipples swelling at the aphrodisiac smell of her. Then I tentatively separated her full, round, warm ass cheeks so that I could at least see if there might be anything there. "You'd better touch inside there, you can't see a baby tick against the skin there, I don't think," she said over her shoulder. I ran my fingertips down the furrow of her bottom, then around the puckered skin of her anus, and across the roundness of each globe. I was experiencing a full range of feelings, from excitement, to trepidation, to desire, and still feeling that strange electricity.

Then I slipped my fingers under each globe, sort of hefting each in my hand, feeling in the warm, crevice where her ass cheeks met her upper thighs. The weight of her butt cheeks in my hands felt so erotic, and intimate. I could feel my own pussy involuntarily wetting. From there, I slipped my hands down the back and the sides of her thighs, her surprisingly muscled legs pleasant to my touch, the heat of her body a thrill. I couldn't resist pressing the tendons in the back of her thighs to see how athletic she might be.

"Ooh, THAT feels good," Kes said. "Ever since I started running some, it feels good to stretch that part."

"It feels like you're in good shape, judging by your thighs," I said, companionably. I slipped my hands all the way down until I reached her feet. "Okay, I'm done," I said.

"Okay, now do my front," Kes said, turning, with a big grin on her face. "They could be anywhere," she said, now putting on a straight face. I groaned inside. Kes' allure was becoming clear to me, particularly her beauty and femininity, and after my unconsidered (til now) prior lesbian experiences, I was experiencing overload and confusion.

Was Kes putting the moves on me? I had no experience in this area to guide me, and I wasn't sure what would happen if I ignored her (the safe route) or returned what I only thought was her flirting, but might not be in reality (the driving off a cliff and crashing in flames route). So, I decided to pretend that there was nothing going on, and began checking her again, lovely, naked front side now, for ticks. But I was SO afraid to look down....

I ran my fingers lightly over her upper chest, just below her shoulders, and underneath the warm swell of her breasts, taking care to avoid most of her breasts and nipples. Then it occurred to me that she might have taken that as teasing, which I really wasn't trying to do. So, to make up for that possible faux pas, I decided to just quickly, and lightly run my fingertips across the swell of her full breasts, her round silver dollar-sized areolae, and the wrinkled brown nubs of her nipples, but that may have made things even worse. As I did that, I could see Kes shifting her weight from one foot to another, and back again, causing her delicious hips to shift up and down, and I noticed her pussy lips rubbing together too.

I ran my fingers across Kes' midriff, side and hips, making her giggle. Then she said, "Don't forget to check here, too," and raised her hands over her head, and I was delighted to see a small patch of sweet-smelling black hair under each arm. I found it to be a highly erotic sight, and that was when I had to admit to myself that her body was really driving me crazy, and that I wanted her, though I didn't dare make a move. I did run my fingertips through her twin thatches, and the feel of the slightly damp hair there was fascinating to me.

"That's good," Kes said noncommitally, then first brought her hands down to her sides, then pulled them behind her back, which I noticed made her full breasts stick out even further, her brown nipples and areolae prominent.

I sat back down in front of the still standing Kes, which was a major mistake, and I found my face only inches away from her pouting pink pussy. The fragrance of Kes' sweet, womanly musk was very apparent to me now, but I didn't know if that was normal, or if she was secreting her feminine lubricant because she desired me. She had two, thick outer labia, and thinner inner labia, with a thin pink slit in between, a proud pearl of a clitoris, already emerging from under its protective hood, and then I immediately recalled spending hours worshiping Sandy's clit at college, a memory I'd long suppressed. Finally, Kes had a neatly trimmed and thinned mohawk strip of hair directly above her clit, like a hairy extension of that attractive pink peach below it. It was all I could do to keep from kissing her beautiful mons. Kes had a perfume which could never be bottled - though if it were, no one anywhere would ever get any work done!