The sun was setting by the time I arrived at Dr Hanssen’s house.  I’d not been here before; I’d only met Dr Hanssen for the first time, earlier today, at a gynaecological check-up (mortifyingly embarrassing and which, hours later, still made me blush to recall); she had asked me if I could babysit her daughter that evening, to cover an unexpected shortfall in her planned arrangements.  I shaded my eyes against the last rays of autumn sunshine and squinted to look over the property.  It looked old but well-maintained, set back from the road and its nearest neighbours, and then surrounded by a high hedge that meant one couldn’t see past the frontage.

After ringing the doorbell, Dr Hanssen opened the door.  She was clearly ready to go out; wearing a midnight blue gown which set off her white polar bear fur splendidly, accented with touches of silver and sapphire jewellery.  Since I also had white fur, I made a mental note to try and get something in that colour the next time my mother insisted on buying me a dress.  If I was going to be forced to wear a dress, I wanted to look like Dr Hanssen.  I just half-wished my skinny teen rat self could fill it out anywhere near as well as she.  “Hi, Doctor Hanssen. You look great!”

“Hello, Hickory.  Thank you.  Please, come in and I’ll introduce you to Lissy.”  She stepped back and I followed her in to the hallway, dropping my bag by the door.  She looked up the stairwell and called out, “Lissy! Come and meet your babysitter for tonight.”  There was silence from upstairs, and Dr Hanssen glanced at me apologetically.  “Sorry, Hickory.  She wasn’t happy about not seeing her dad tonight, after he cancelled on me.”  She took a deep breath, “Alicia Candace Hanssen! You get your furry butt down here right now!”

Ooh, full name and mom voice.  I shivered a little sympathetically.  There was a brief pause, then Lissy stomped mutinously down the stairs and I got my first look at the girl I would be looking after tonight.  Although I knew she was two years younger than me, her heritage meant she was already nearly as tall as me, and where I was skinny, she was stocky, more than likely out-muscling and out-massing me.  Lissy also looked like she was going to inherit her mom’s figure, already starting to fill out future curves, easy to spot in the light yellow sundress that she wore.  I smiled awkwardly as she gave me the same once-over glance, but she didn’t otherwise acknowledge me as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“OK, girls.  I’ve really got to dash,” said Dr Hanssen glancing at the clock.  “Hickory – there’s a notepad with instructions and contact numbers in the kitchen, along with money for take-out tonight.  I don’t know when I’ll be back - the spare bed’s made up for you when you want to crash out.  Lissy will show you around the house.”  She turned back towards her daughter and crouched slightly holding her arms out, “Hug?”  Lissy flew into her arms and they embraced tightly before parting and Dr Hanssen left, muttering under her breath about traffic.

That left me and Lissy standing awkwardly in the hall.  “So…” I ventured, “Do you prefer ‘Lissy’, or would you rather ‘Alicia’ or something else?”  

That earned me a sideways glance and a bit of a sniff.  “‘Lissy’ is fine.”  A pause, “Is ‘Hickory’ your real name?”  

“It’s not what’s on the paperwork, but it is what all my friends use.”  A short nod in return.  “Look, Lissy – I know me babysitting you tonight is not your first choice, but can we make the best of it?”

A half-shrug, then, “Are you a girl or a boy?”

It was a good question, and one I’d been wondering about lately – I’d found some stuff online about ‘trans’ and ‘non-binary’ and it had left me with a lot of uncertainty… but Lissy was probably not the person to vent those on.  “A girl. I’m not a very girly girl, but it is what the paperwork says.” I tried to make the last bit sound humorous.

Lissy turned to face me and took a deep breath.  It looked like she was winding up for an important question:  “Then can I take my clothes off?”

I blinked.  That was out of left field.  “Huh?”

“Can. I. Take my. Clothes off?”  She’d adopted the ‘talking to an idiot’ voice.

I temporized; “What would your mom say?”

Lissy rolled her eyes.  “She’d say ‘Yes’, duh!  What do you think the hedge round the house is for?  We almost never wear clothes at home.  But she said I had to get dressed to meet you and then ask you if it was okay to take them off.”

That was a surprise: Dr Hanssen was a naturist?  At least at home?  My imagination briefly painted the picture of the doctor’s curves freed of the dress I’d only just seen her in, and I had to say I liked it.  And I was intensely envious that Lissy got that kind of freedom at home. But maybe… “Okay – just one more question.”  

Lissy huffed in exasperation, “Whaaaat?”

“May I take my clothes off too?”

“Yes!”  Her eyes lit up and she immediately started stripping down.  I followed suit with a little more decorum, folding my clothes and stacking them by my bag in the hall.  When I was done, I straightened up to see Lissy, now a bare bear, waiting for me atop a discarded heap of fabric.  She was smiling now – I’d evidently found the right icebreaker – and was giving me a through once-over.  “You are way better than Melanie.” I raised a questioning eyebrow, and she clarified, “My usual babysitter.  She’s a total prude.  Makes me stay dressed – and she’d never even think about stripping off too.  C’mon, I’ll show you round the house.”  

“OK, OK – but take your dress with you.  I don’t think your mom would want to be greeted by it first thing when she gets home…”   Lissy grumbled but bent down to pick up her clothes, flashing me a view of her cute little tail.  She then turned and started to climb the stairs beckoning to me to follow.  As I started up the stairs after her, I glanced up and got a view of Lissy from behind and below, and suddenly realised I might have made a mistake:  for Lissy this was casual and normal; for me, no matter how much I might wish this was normal, getting naked was still ‘naughty’ and the thrill of doing it anyway was wired straight into my libido.  But… if I changed my mind now, it would be incredibly awkward and probably make things even more uncomfortable.  Maybe if I just played it cool, I could get used to this and it would start to seem normal?

Lissy gave me a whistle-stop tour of the house: her bedroom, the spare room – mine for tonight, the bathroom we’d share, the closed door to her mom’s domain, lounge, kitchen, before pushing open the doors into the enclosed back yard – which was reasonably sized and mostly taken up with a swimming pool.  The day was almost entirely gone from the sky by now and the stars were starting to emerge.  In the gathering gloom, the lights in the pool gave the water an inviting mesmerizing appeal, ripples casting bands of light and shade across the tiles.  

“Lets swim a bit before we order food,” Lissy proposed, and I nodded.  She ran forwards and gleefully bombed into the water.  I took a run-up and dived into the pool, to be met by sudden, shocking cold that drove the breath out of my lungs.  I floundered up to the surface and sucked in air.  

“Gods below!” I gasped out, “I thought the pool was heated!”  It had seemed a reasonable assumption for an outdoor pool that was still full in October.

Lissy paused in her swimming and shot me a puzzled look.  “Why would it be heated?  It doesn’t even get cold until, like, Midwinter.”  Oh, yeah—polar bears.  My bad.  Well, I was already cold and wet.  I lunged forwards into a front crawl, keen to warm up by burning some energy.  Lissy kept pace with me for a couple of lengths, then as I turned a corner: “Want to play ‘Tag’? I’ll give you a head start.”    I nodded at her and swam for the far end of the pool to get some space.

What happened next made me realise this was just one more in the sequence of mistakes I was making that night.  I was a pretty good swimmer by most standards, but where I pushed my way through the water, spending effort, Lissy glided with consummate ease.  She caught me within seconds of my head start expiring and then was halfway back down the pool before I could turn around.  She spent the next few minutes gigglingly avoiding me, waiting until I got close before rolling away in aquabatic manoeuvres I couldn’t hope to emulate and gaining just enough distance to taunt me.  Eventually I realised I’d have to play smart if I wanted to achieve anything – and I did have one advantage she didn’t.  The next time I got near, I feinted left.  Lissy went right, as I had anticipated, but I kept turning, swinging my rear around, and as she surfaced, I bopped her on the nose with the tip of my long tail.  “Tag! You’re it!”  

It was a Pyrrhic victory, however.  While I could now use the additional reach of – effectively – five limbs to corner her eventually, she still caught me with ease every time.  After a while though, Lissy switched tactics.  She came at me more slowly, giving me a chance to dodge away, before she turned and came at me from a new angle – but still slowly enough that I could back up, treading water.  As the edge of the pool bumped into my back, I realised that she’d herded me into a corner.  I trod water, waiting for her to dart in and claim her victory again before dashing away, but instead, she swam forwards, slowly and deliberately, before putting her paws on the lip of the pool, on either side of me.  She lifted herself slightly out of the water, leaning in towards me, and pressed her black nose against my pink one.  “Tag. Gotcha, Hickory,” she near-growled in a low voice that I could only hear because of how close she was.  Her hot breath washed over my muzzle.  She didn’t pull away; if anything, she got closer, pressing herself right up against me.  

I leaned back a little, to get some space, uncertain of the situation, resting my elbows on the pool-side so I could stop treading water.  “…Yeah. You did.”

“I won that game, so you got to pay a forfeit.  House rule.”

“Uh…” I swallowed.  “What’s the forfeit?”

“Dunno. I’ll let you know later.”  Her dark eyes were very close to my blue ones in the gloom.  Her words reminded me that fourteen months ago I’d said something very similar to my friend Austin, and how that had started a chain of events culminating in his taking my virginity the summer just gone, and a rush of warmth went through me at the recollection.

“Okay…” I started to say, slightly hypnotised by her closeness and confidence, then narrowed my eyes as a thought occurred to me.  “Hang on. How can it be a house rule if you don’t know what the forfeit is? You’re making this up!”

Lissy dissolved into laughter, pushing back away from me into the pool, before splashing water at me.  “Oh my gods, the look on your face! I totally had you going!”

I groaned as I sagged and relaxed.  “You got me.  Alright, come on – I’m getting cold again. And hungry. Let’s go in and order some food.”  I hauled myself out of the water and moved hastily towards the house.  There was a stack of big, fluffy towels waiting.  I tossed one to Lissy, then took the next to give myself a brisk rubdown, getting most of the water out of my fur, before wrapping myself in another towel.  Lissy just shook herself slightly, water streaming off her fur before giving herself a quick pat-down with the towel.  Into the kitchen, and I sat down at the central island.  “Pizza? Something else?”  

“Pizza’s good.  Can we get one with anchovies?”

“You can get one with anchovies, sure…”

“Extra anchovies! And olives!”  She passed me a menu for a pizza place, and I put in the order: Lissy’s abomination and a vegetarian with extra cheese for me.   Once done, I sat back, my towel slipping down around me.  I let it fall – there wasn’t much Lissy hadn’t seen before we went swimming.

“So, Hickory.  How did my mom find you to babysit me?”

“Well, she’s my mom’s doctor. And mine now too, I guess.  I was having my first appointment with her today when she found out she needed a sitter, and my mom had told her at some point that I could do that, and so…”

Lissy’s eyes brightened.  “You had an appointment with my mom? Like, today?  Did she examine you? You know: all over?”

I ducked my head, as my ears twitched in embarrassment.  “Yeah… the full exam.”

“Even the…”  she made a gesture with her hand that conveyed the concept of an internal examination surprisingly effectively, “Inside checks?”

I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that she would know the details of her mom’s work, but now my ears were burning.  “...Yeah, that too.”

“Neat!”  Well, that was certainly a term for it.  Then she looked like something had occurred to her, “But, she wouldn’t do that unless… Hickory! Have you done, y’know, it?  With a boy?”

I buried my face in my hands and groaned. Why had I let the conversation go down these lines?  But I didn’t see much point in dissembling now:  “Yes.  And, yes, in case you were going to ask next, it was very much my idea, and no, in case you were wondering, it wasn’t just one boy.”  The words spilled out of me in the desperate hope that if I got out ahead of the questions, it might be less embarrassing.  

“Nice...”  Lissy sounded thrilled.  I didn’t know what response I’d expected, but it wasn’t that.  “Was it good?”

I took a deep breath, took my face out of my paws and tried to relax into this – it clearly wasn’t a conversation I was going to get out of without an argument, and… maybe it would be nice to talk to someone about this.  I didn’t really have any girl friends at school, I wouldn’t see Austin or Josh again for a long while… gods knew I couldn’t talk to my family about this.  And Lissy was clearly old enough to be thinking about these things.  “Yeah, it was.  At least, once I’d got them properly trained.”  Lissy gave me a questioning look, “They’re sweethearts – two of my best friends.  But when a boy’s thinking with his cock, he needs to be reminded that the girl’s supposed to enjoy it too.  And then teaching how to make sure that happens.”

“Huh… maybe it would be better with another girl? Since you’d both be pleasing each other in the same way?”

“I hadn’t really thought about that.  Do you like girls?”

Lissy looked thoughtful.  “I’m not sure. Or, I mean, yes – I know I like girls.  But I don’t know if I only like girls.  How about you, Hickory? Just boys, or…?”

“I’m not sure I’ve met the right girl?” Most of the girls at my school seemed to intently ignore me – which I didn’t mind because when they didn’t it was mostly to bully me.  “But… I know I think about women on TV and stuff? So, maybe?”

That observation, thankfully, sidetracked the conversation into exactly which women on TV I thought were hot and the extent to which Lissy agreed, and her own ideas on attractive celebrities, and from there into conversation about recent shows and what we’d been watching… It turned into a really involved chat and I quite lost track of time until the doorbell rang.  I startled, “Oh, gods, the pizza’s here! All my clothes are in the hall!”  

“Just wear your towel!”

I yelled, “Coming!” at the front door, hastily wrapped my towel round myself, grabbed the money from the counter and went to the hallway.  A quick glance through the spyhole revealed that it was the expected pizza delivery, so I half-opened the door, and leaned round it.  “Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting.”  I handed him enough cash for the pizzas and a generous tip and got two large boxes in exchange.  “Thanks!  Good ni-eep!”  This final exclamation was caused by a firm tug on my towel from behind which, with my hands full, I had no way to prevent, and my only covering disappeared from my body.   Luckily, the delivery guy was already turning away – and while my startled cry did cause him to glance back, I was fairly sure he saw no more than a white blur as I hastily fled behind the door and pushed it closed with my butt.   I looked round to see Lissy, holding my towel and smirking.

“Lissy!  That wasn’t funny!”  

“Totally was.  And, besides, you’re pretty hot for a skinny girl.  He wouldn’t have minded.”

“What if I minded?” I protested.

“Why would you? You’ve been naked all evening.  And you like it—I can tell. And I like you better naked.”

I gave in, “Okay, fine. No harm done, I guess.  Come eat dinner before it gets cold.  Because I don’t even want to imagine cold anchovy pizza.”

We moved back into the kitchen to eat.  Lissy was in ebullient mood.  At her insistence, I tried a taste of her pizza, Lissy holding a slice out for me to bite – it was not, in truth, as bad as I’d imagined.  After we were done, I checked over her mom’s list of instructions.  “Says I’ve got to make sure you have a wash before you go to bed, and to make sure you’ve done all your homework.”

“Did all my homework before you came.”

“Really?”

“Really.”  

“Okay – then you’ve got a while before you need to be in bed.  Let me know when you want to hit the bathroom, and I’ll go in before or after depending.  I should rinse the chlorine out my fur before I sleep.”  

Lissy shifted in her seat.  “Or… you could come shower with me and we can keep talking?  It’s big enough for two – built for polar bears.  And its not like we’re being modest or anything.”

This did not seem like an entirely good idea, but I couldn’t quite articulate the reasons why.  Lissy took my hesitation for assent, and took my hand as she stood up, pulling me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.  She led me into the bathroom and pushed the door shut behind me.  “Okay – let’s get steamy.”

“Uh…”

“At least I’m guessing you’d prefer a hot shower?  I normally have it pretty cold, but I don’t want you to get a chill.”  Lissy started adjusting the taps, and as the water heated, steam did start to fill the room.

“Oh, yeah, right.  Thanks, Lissy.”  She drew me into the shower cubicle and under the hot water, pirouetting under the stream, letting the water run down through her hair, down her shoulders and over her budding breasts, already rivalling mine despite her comparative youth.  

“Wash my back, please, Hickory.”  She handed me a bottle of shampoo.  “There’s a bit in the middle I can never quite get and – like you said – it’s important to get the chlorine out.”

Uncertainly, I poured some shampoo into my hands and started to rub it into Lissy’s back-fur.  She leaned back into my touch, “Mmm, that’s nice.  I love getting my hair washed when it’s trimmed, and you doing that is even better.  You could do that all evening.”   I methodically lathered over Lissy’s back, running my fingers through her fur.  There was a part of me that very much wanted to pull her into my embrace and send my hands roaming much further – I’d not touched someone else like this since the summer, and I deeply missed it – but I kept my paws to the area bounded by shoulders and waist.  As I finished her back, Lissy sighed contentedly, “You could… no, forget it.  Turn round, Hickory, and I’ll do your back.”

“Oh, you don’t need to,” I protested, but she insisted:

“No, really. It’s only fair – you did mine. Come on.” 

I turned away and moments later, Lissy’s paws were lathering up my fur, wandering over my back.  Little shivers ran up and down my spine as she worked; then she found the spot where my tail meets my back – the spot that never feels particularly special if you scratch it yourself, but when someone else scratches it, that spot!  I shuddered under the sudden rush of sensation and my breath started to speed up.  “Oh, you like that, don’t you Hickory,” Lissy noted, dedicating even more attention to it – kneading the hollow with her thumbs while her fingers continued to stroke through my fur.

“Uh-huhh,” I responded, half-hypnotised.

“Good girl.”  She kept working that spot for a while, as my muscles started to turn to jelly and my brain began to fog even further.  The first thing I realised next was that she wasn’t rubbing the base of my tail any more.  The second thing I realised was that this was because her hands had slid round my sides and were now stroking my tummy – which meant that Lissy was now pressed close up behind me.  

“Lissy?”

“I’m just testing something.”

“What?”

“If you actually like girls, or just like looking at them on TV.”

From the feelings that her arms around me were giving me, I was fairly sure it was the former but, “Lissy,” I whined, “We shouldn’t…”

“I don’t want to hear ‘shouldn’t’, Hickory.  I’ll stop if you want me to stop.”

“But…”

“No buts. Do you want me to stop?”  One of her paws was now wandering up to my chest, and the other down to my thigh.  I could feel her breath ruffling the fur on the back of my neck.

I surrendered to her touch and my desire,  “No.”

“Turn around, then,” Lissy instructed, letting me go and I meekly obeyed.  She looked me up and down: nothing that she hadn’t already seen but now in a new context.  “I wanted to do this from the moment you asked me – so nicely! – if you could undress too.  And then I caught you looking at my butt when I was going up the stairs and I guessed you might want it too.” Her tone switched from casual to instruction: “Put your hands behind your head.  Elbows out.”  I complied and she took the shampoo bottle squirting it in a line along my collarbones, before starting to lather it into my chest.  “I could play with these cute nipples all night.  They look even bigger with you having no tits.”  I whimpered a little, mixed embarrassment and pleasure, as she pinched both pink nubs.  She worked her way down over my stomach, getting all of my front well-soaped, then as her paws grazed along my hips, I spread my legs, hoping that she would go lower, but instead she lifted her paws off me.  “Uh-uh, greedy rat. That’s for later.  Now – I guess I need to wash my front.”  She pressed herself right up against me, her muzzle nuzzled into my neck and started to rub against me, spreading the lather that covered me over herself too.

Lissy frotted up against me for long, slow moments; both of our breaths were starting to come faster, mingling in the steamy air of the shower, but then Lissy pulled away from me.  “Fun as this is, I can’t do everything I want to do to you here.  Let’s rinse off and go to my room.”

As I stepped under the spray of the water, moving my hands over my sensitised body to wash off the suds, I enquired nervously, “What do you want do to with me?”

“Worried? Don’t be.  Probably nothing more than you did with those boys you were telling me about,”  she replied cryptically.   Given how much access I’d given Austin and Josh to my body in the summer, that didn’t seem to rule much out.

I stepped back and let Lissy under the spray to rinse off.  “How much have you done with other girls?”

“Less than I’ve wanted.  I’ve kissed a few, got naked and jilled off with them… that’s about it.  But now I’ve got myself a horny babysitter who’ll let me do whatever I want, don’t I, Hickory?”

“Yes, Lissy,” I replied docilely.  In truth, I hoped there were some boundaries I wouldn’t let her cross but between her casual dominance – which seemed to flip some switch in my brain – and how much my body ached for her touch, I wasn’t sure if those boundaries could be found.  

Lissy turned off the shower and passed me a towel.  “Dry your hair.”  As I raised the towel to my head, she wrapped another towel around me and began to dry me vigorously, paying particular attention to my chest and between my legs.  The fabric rubbing over me ensured that no matter how much water she might get out of my fur, there was one part of me that was definitely staying wet.

As she finished and pulled both towels away from me, I asked “Do you want me to dry you?”  She shook her head, pointed to the laundry hamper and told me to sit and wait.  I did as she bade and watched agog, as the little bear cub dried herself languorously, missing no opportunity to flaunt her body at me: caressing her budding tits, sliding the towel between her legs, and then bending over, shoving her rear towards me as she ran the towel down her legs.  As she bent, I could see the lips of her pussy, now flushed a deeper pink then when I’d had a fleeting glimpse earlier.  The scent of two horny girls perfumed the steam that still hung in the air, and my fingers dipped between my legs as I enjoyed the show that Lissy was putting on for me.  

Once dry, Lissy led me to her bedroom.  She hopped onto her bed and rolled over, lying sideways across the coverlet, sprawling on her back, legs spread.    “I want you to watch.”  I knelt besides the bed, to get the best possible view.  She slid her paws down between her thighs and with gentle pressure, parted her pussy lips, revealing the soft pink glistening inner to my fascinated gaze.  Lissy began to lazily slide her fingers over that pinkness.  “I was thinking,” she said dreamily, “About you being examined by my mom.  You, sat in that chair, all spread open like this.”  She giggled suddenly, “I bet you enjoyed it – you horny show-off.”  I ducked my head in acknowledgement: I had enjoyed it… effusively.  One of Lissy’s fingers found her clit and started to circle it slowly.  “I thought about getting you on my bed, spread open like that, so I could ‘examine’ you.  But then I thought: I wanted to go first… make you earn anything I did to you.”

“What… What do you want me to do, Lissy?”  Whatever it was, I was pretty sure I’d do it.

Lissy stopped frigging her clit and used both paws to spread herself wide again.  “Lick me, Hickory.”  It was half-instruction, half-plea.  I didn’t reply with words, only by leaning forwards, burying my head between her thighs.  Based on what Lissy had said, she’d never actually done this before, no matter how confident she seemed, and – while I’d never gone down on another girl before - I did have the advantage of having had been on the receiving end.  I turned my head slightly and nuzzled my way up her inner thigh, ruffling my nose through her fur, working towards the source of the scent that filled my nostrils.  Sticking out my tongue, I licked up one lip and down the other.  I’d tasted my own juices before, and while Lissy’s taste was subtly different, it was one I was happy to indulge.  I drew my tongue over her spread-open vulva from bottom to top before flicking the pearl of her clitoris with my tongue.  Lissy gasped and her hips bucked under me.  I repeated this, alternating long slow licks over the whole of her cunt with short bursts of attention to her clit, and every time I returned to that sensitive nubbin, her breath sped up further, gradually becoming ragged.  “Please, Hickory… please-please-please…”  I gave her what she wanted, focusing my attention to her clit, writing her name and then mine over it with the tip of my tongue (something I’d read in a woman’s magazine somewhere).  Lissy let out a short cry of ecstasy and wrapped her legs around my neck, trapping my head against her crotch, my nose buried in her cunt, as her orgasm shook her.  As her spasms subsided, I tapped her on the thigh with my hand, first gently, then – as my breath started to run low – a bit more urgently.   

Lissy released me from the prison of her thighs.  “Whoops.”  She giggled, sounding half-drunk from pleasure.   “C’mere.”  She patted the covers next to her, and I crawled up to lie on my side next to her.  She rolled over to face me, our noses nearly touching.  She inhaled deeply.  “I can smell myself on you.” She reached out one paw to rest on my cheek and, sticking out her tongue, quickly licked my nose.  “Taste myself too.”  She looked into my eyes for a while as her breathing slowed.  “I suppose you’d like me to do something for you too?”

“Please, Lissy?”  I half-begged.  

“Mmmm… alright.”  She sat up, then paused.  “When you fucked a boy for the first time, how did you do it, Hickory?  On your back, on top…?”

“Uh… On my hands and knees, him behind me,” I replied, uncertain as to why she was asking.

“Ooh, doggy-style, huh?  Okay – let’s do that.  Get into that position on the bed.”  She sat up and then stood where I had just recently knelt.  I rolled over and got up onto my knees, leaning forwards, weight on my elbows back arched, knees apart and just on the mattress, my feet hanging in the air.  Instinctively I lifted my tail, draping over my back and down onto the covers.  From behind me, I felt Lissy’s hot breath on my cunt.  “Wow, you are soaking wet back here, Hickory.  Almost dripping. You must need this so bad… I bet you’d go off like a firework if I just touched you.”  I made an inarticulate little noise of embarrassment and need.   “But you’re just going to have to wait a moment.  I’m going to go fetch something – and when I come back, I want to find you just like this.  And no touching yourself!”

“...Yes, Lissy.”  I didn’t want her to go. I wanted her to touch me, to make me come… but I also wanted to obey, finding some strange freedom in accepting her dominance over me – and a little part of me wanted to know what she was going to fetch.  I could hear her pad out of the bedroom.  She left the door open, and despite rationally knowing that we were the only ones in the house, it made me feel even more exposed and on display, lewdly posed on her bed, and the yearning in my loins grew even hotter.  My tail twitched as I arched my back even more, sticking my butt back towards where Lissy no longer stood, and my hips swayed in anticipation.

I could hear a door opening at the end of the hall; her mom’s room?  Then a drawer being opened and closed again, the door being closed and Lissy’s steps drawing nearer.  I could not see her, my face pressed into the coverlet, but I sensed her moving round behind me.  “You’re still in position – good.  You said you were like this for your first boy; I wanted you like this for your first girl, too.  I brought you a little present from my mom’s collection.”

Her mom? Collection?  “What - ?”  My question was cut off as I felt something firm press between my lower lips; I gasped as, with a firm push, it slid into my needy cunt.  It filled me in a way I’d very much missed in the months since last seen Austin; not quite the same as his cock, but far more like it than my fingers; at the same time, something soft was nestled up against my clit.  Then I heard a soft click, and the thing buried inside me came to whirring life, rotating and twisting inside me, its bumps seeking and finding every sensitive point in my vagina.  I groaned in pleasure, clutching the coverlet in my fists.  “Lissy!”  The only answer I got was another soft click, and the device began to buzz and vibrate, adding another layer of sensation to the feeling inside me, and also now, buzzing directly against my clit.  It was too much.  I pressed my face into the covers to stifle the wails of my orgasm, as my legs shook and my hips thrust against whatever it was that Lissy was holding inside me.  

Eventually, as the peak of my orgasm started to subside, Lissy deactivated the device inside me and slipped it out from the grasp of my quim.  I collapsed onto my side, breathing heavily.  Lissy bounded onto the bed next to me.  “Wow.  That looked good.  Was it as good as it looked?”

“Gnuh… Hrhm.”  I swallowed and tried again.  “Yeah.  Probably better.  What was that?”  

She held up between us a pink device.  “It’s a ‘Rampant Rabbit’ vibrator. My mom’s got a drawer full of toys like this.”

I wondered what the rest of them were like.  “And… she’s not going to mind you borrowing it?”

Lissy half-shrugged.  “I’ll put it back.” She yawned.  “In a moment.”

Her yawn triggered an answering yawn from me.  “Mmhmm. Yeah. I should go to bed.  In… a…”   I yawned again.

Lissy snuggled in closer to me.  “In just… a…”  She nuzzled her nose into my neck. “Moment.”  Her eyes closed.

I knew I should… should do… something.  I yawned third time. “Liss… We should.”  My eyes were very heavy.  Surely I could just close them. Just for a little while?  “Should…”  I don’t know if I ever finished the sentence.

The next thing I was aware of was soft morning light, falling across my face.  A soft warm figure was lying next to me, snoring gently, under the blanket that covered us both.  For a long half-asleep moment, I could not figure out where I was or how I had gotten here.  Then the memories of last night came crashing back into my mind, and my eyes flew fully open.  I looked around – I was still in Lissy’s bed, and she was still cuddled up against me, both of us still totally naked, still lying sideways across her bed.   It was definitely morning.  And the blanket that was over us both was – I was quite sure – not one that had been on Lissy’s bed the night before.  My stomach sank.  I poked Lissy.  “Lissy!” I hissed.  She made a mumbling noise, but didn’t stir.  I poked her again.  “Lissy!! Wake! Up!” I whispered urgently in her ear.

Lissy stirred and opened an eye.  There was a look of momentary confusion, then, “Hickory? Wha-?”

“It’s morning!” I said as quietly as I could manage given my panic.  “I think… I think your mom came home and found us together!”

This did not seem to land on Lissy quite the way I’d expected.  “Huh. Oh, well.”

“She’s going to kill me!”

Lissy did at least seem to start to perceive my concern, although still not to share it, and propped herself up on one elbow.  “What?”  She seemed entirely confused.  “Why?”

I was equally confused at her nonchalance.  “For having sex with her daughter. I mean – you!”

Lissy rubbed her eyes.  “I’m not awake enough for this,” she grumbled.  She put a paw on my shoulder.  “Hickory – think about it.  If she was going to be angry, you’d’ve known about it last night.  She wouldn’t have left you here to sleep with me.”

“But-!?”  Lissy’s point did seem to make sense, though.

“And besides, my mom’s motto is ‘As long as you’re healthy, happy and not hurting anyone, I don’t care what you do.’”

I did recall her mom saying something like that to me yesterday, but I still had my doubts that it would cover the babysitter debauching her only daughter.  Nonetheless, as if the conversation had summoned her, I heard the floorboards creak as heavy footsteps came down the hall and paused outside the door.  I held my breath, anxiously.  There was a gentle rap at the door and, “Girls! It’s time to get up.  I’m going to get breakfast started. You should probably both have a wash before you come down.”  Then the sound of a bear descending stairs.

“See?” Lissy asked.  “She’s fine.”

I wasn’t entirely sure if I was actually awake or still dreaming.  I’d worked out rationally that Lissy’s mom’s model of parenting was quite different from my parents’ but this went against everything my upbringing had led me to expect.

“C’mon, let’s go shower.”  Lissy clambered out of bed, and near-dragged me out by the hand, before leading me into the bathroom.  We showered quickly.  Once I’d dried, I wrapped the towel around myself, realising that all my clothes were still downstairs – I’d never brought my bag up last night.   Lissy shook her head at me.  “Just leave the towel, Hickory.  Own your nakedness.”  I tried to protest but she held up a paw.  “Please? Trust me?  I’m going down naked, and I promise you that my mom is not going to be wearing anything either. If I’m wrong, I’ll take the blame.”  I hung the towel back on the rack.

Going downstairs, I was still nervous, unconsciously trying to conceal myself behind Lissy, as we headed to the kitchen.  As we walked in, I discovered that Lissy had not been entirely correct – her mom was wearing something, albeit only an apron – she was frying bacon.  She glanced over her shoulder, “Good morning, darlings.  Did you sleep well?”  

Lissy responded enthusiastically, while I mumbled, “Yes, thank you, Dr Hanssen,” looking at the floor.  

“Hickory, all things considered, please call me Inga.  Bacon and toast alright, girls?”  Lissy and I both assented, and we took seats around the breakfast counter.   After we’d eaten, Inga said, “I should run Hickory back home – so we need to get dressed.”

As I hopped down from my seat, Lissy asked “Can Hickory be my regular ’sitter from now on, Mom?”

Inga gave us both a level look.  “Well… that depends on a few things.”

“Like what?” asked Lissy.

“Well, for one thing, on whether – by the time I get back from taking Hickory home – the toy you borrowed is cleaned and back where it ought to be. And then, later, we’re going to have a conversation about going through my things without asking.”

“Sorry, Mom.”  Lissy scuffed her paw over the linoleum.  I just stared at the floor, before fleeing to the hall to get dressed in clean clothes from my bag.

After Dr Hanssen – Inga – and I had both dressed, and I’d had a goodbye bear-hug from a still naked Lissy, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Inga’s car.  She started the engine but didn’t immediately pull out of the driveway, instead clearing her throat.  “Hickory…”  I cringed in my seat. “I think I should apologise.”

“Huh?”

“For not warning you about Lissy.  She’s always been, hmm, a domineering personality.  And since puberty started to hit, she’s become very,” Inga searched for a word, “Experimental.  If things hadn’t been so rushed, I would have given you a heads-up.  So you didn’t find yourself making decisions in, ahem, the heat of the moment.  I hope she didn’t push you into anything you were uncomfortable with.”

“Uh, no. But, I, um – you’re not mad?”

“Should I be?”

“Well… if my mom found out I’d had sex – I’d be grounded for, like, forever.  If she knew it was with another girl it would…”  I couldn’t even find words for the level of domestic apocalypse that would be invoked.

Inga sighed and reached out a paw to pat me awkwardly on the shoulder.  “I am sorry, Hickory.  That you have to deal with that.  For what help it may be, she will not find out from me.”

I leant my head briefly against her warm hand, suddenly, desperately wishing that I could just get out of the car, ask Inga to be my mom too and just stay here forever, but I knew that it was an impossible dream.  I sniffled a little.

Inga passed me a tissue.  “Here.  And, Hickory, if it is alright with you, the next time I see your mom, I’m going to suggest – as your doctor – that she might want to make an appointment for you with one of my colleagues who is a therapist.”

“You think I need a shrink?”

“Not because there is anything wrong with you, no.  But I do think you need someone to talk to, who can help you navigate things.  The colleague I have in mind is very understanding of teens who are – shall we say – not what their parents expect.”

“Okay.  Thanks.”

She nodded and started the car moving.  “Let’s get you back.  But, if you are willing, I’d be very happy for you to sit for Lissy in future.  Just… maybe next time… remind her to stay out of my private drawers, okay?”