Hi, my name is Marci, and I have a little tale to tell about how I actually learned about the birds and the bees. Well, it's mostly about the queen bee and the pleasure she can have.

First, let me tell you about my family. I'm a senior in high school, and I will graduate this coming June. In the Fall, I start my college career about a three-hour drive from home. I have two moms. One is my birth mom, Vanessa, and the other is my stepmom, Harper. I also have a stepsister, Nari. She's adopted and Korean.

So, I'm sure you're wondering how we became a family. It wasn't that difficult, and I'll explain. My birth mom got pregnant when she was in college. The guy (my sperm donor) bailed on her and was never heard from or seen again. Mom was into boys and girls at the time, and lucky for me (I was born), she preferred guys during her junior year. She managed to finish college, thanks to Grandma and Grandpa watching me and letting Mom finish school a year later than she'd planned.

After graduating with honors, I might add, Mom got a job at a small tech firm in Silicon Valley and was fortunate enough to be there when they hit it big with some software that nobody had ever thought about developing. She didn't like working there, so she took a huge cash out and moved to a small town near the coast and opened up an art gallery. Her clientele were mostly tourists and online buyers, and when she first started, she supplemented her income with part of her buyout to make ends meet.

Well, one day, my future stepmom, Harper, walked into the newly opened shop. She was a local lawyer with a small law practice in town. As Harper tells it, both their 'gaydars' went off, and they made a date for coffee. That turned into a lunch, then a dinner, and wouldn't you know it, that led to breakfast.

That's when I was five years old; I'm nineteen now (I was held back in middle school), and they're still as happy as ever. But, you ask, how does Nari fit in?

I'm so glad you asked, and I'll tell you. My two moms wanted another child, however, neither of them wanted to get pregnant. That meant a surrogate or adoption. Guess which one they picked.

They got my sister Nari from an agency after a lot of research. She's a year younger than me and a brat. Nah, I'm just kidding you. She's a sweetie. Although we do have our moments like most sisters, I wouldn't trade her for the world. But, then again, a winning Powerball ticket for like a billion dollars might change my mind.

But I digress.

All through high school, I was busy getting good grades and playing sports. I rarely went on dates and skipped the junior and senior proms, even though I was asked by six guys and four girls. I was in a softball tournament, and that took priority over the silly and forgettable proms. (I'm a 30-1 pitcher for my traveling team.)

So, I was in bed one night, and despite Mom and Harper's door being closed, I could hear them having multiple orgasms. I almost got up, stormed in there, and told them to shut the fuck up. But, being a lady, I didn't.

Instead, I got an idea. Since Mom is my Mom and Harper isn't, I didn't want to go out and get some random boy. So, I decided to ask Harper if she'd give me an orgasm. I mean, what would you do as a nineteen-year-old girl with raging hormones and pent-up frustrations? There's only so much relief you can get from going to the batting cages and slamming softballs for two hours, am I right? I've thought about masturbating, but I've never done it. (Weird, I know.) I have thought about it. I mean masturbating. But, lately, I've been wondering what it feels like when someone else gives you the big 'O'.

I mean, Mom and Harper have a couple of drawers of toys. Why they need them, I'll never know. Well, maybe I might if my plan doesn't work out. But I needed to do something before I went off to college. I didn't want to be the only virgin there, not that I'd tell anyone I was. The safest way to experience an 'O' was with Harper because asking Nari would mean she'd tell Mom, and that might create more drama than asking Harper, whom I trust to keep a secret.

After all, she didn't tell Mom I backed into a light pole at the mall when I was learning to drive, so I trusted her. Seriously, that light pole came out of nowhere, and Mom never found out it was me. Although I think she suspected, she's like that.

I spent a lot of time figuring out a plan. I needed to ask Harper when Mom wasn't around, and she was in a good mood. I made a checklist and waited until I could check all the boxes and proposition her. Number one, I needed her to have a bad day, and she'd be on at least her second glass of wine. Number two, Mom and Nari couldn't be home. Number three, she and Mom hadn't made love for at least a week. Number four, it had to be warm out so I could wear something skimpy.

Well, that day finally happened in mid-May. It was a rare hot Friday, and Harper came home early. Fortunately, Nari and I were off from school. So, since Nari had a project for school, Mom and Nari went shopping, which left Harper and me at home.

I was sitting around playing video games in the living room while Harper was calming down from a bad partial day at work. She'd downed two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon when she decided to take a shower. I'd been playing my games dressed only in my boy shorts and a tee. My long, taut legs were tucked under my tush. I could see her glancing at me now and then as I went from one level in the game to the next. We didn't really talk while I played, but she vented, and I sort of consoled her, telling her she was right and whoever it was that made her mad was wrong. She liked that and was in a better mood when she got up, put her wine glass in the kitchen, and then kissed the top of my head as she went to shower.

I waited for a few minutes to make sure she had enough time to undress and get in before I put my plan into action. I went to my room and stripped down, then scampered to Mom and Harper's bedroom. I could hear the shower running, so I peeked in and saw Harper under the shower stream.

Just so you know, we're a fairly active family. Both Nari and I play sports at school, and the four of us go skiing, camping, and hiking. Harper and Mom both have nice bodies, and from the sounds I hear on some nights, they really have a lot of energy. Mom is a little more curvy than Harper; they both look great in bikinis for women their age, and I've noticed a few heads turn (men and women) when we've been lying around hotel pools soaking up the sun.

I'm a bit taller than Mom and Harper, inheriting some of my sperm donor's genes. I do get most of my looks from Mom, which is a very good thing.

Sorry, I'm rambling.

I waited until Harper had her back to the shower door, and then I eased the door that separates the bedroom from the bath open as quietly as possible. Then, watching to make sure Harper didn't turn around, I stealthily slid the glass shower door and tiptoed in. I stood there as Harper turned around, wondering what that little sound was. I'd closed the shower door just a tiny bit too hard, making a clanking sound. I guess she figured Mom was joining her because she had a smile on her face and was starting to say something when she realized it was me. Then her jaw dropped.

Harper's eyes went wide as she saw me standing there in all my nakedly youthful glory and said, "Marci, baby, what are you doing in here?"

I smiled and replied, “I have a question for you, and I need to shower. I figured I could do both and save some water.”

Harper's voice took on a stern tone when she replied, "You know you can ask me anything, and I'm sure it could wait until I was done showering, baby. Your Mom will freak out if she comes home and you're here with me. You also know you and Nari have a perfectly good bathroom to shower in."

I grinned and said, "I know, but this seemed like a good idea at the time. Since I'm all wet now, can you at least hand me the body gel?"

Harper's face went from frustration to a smile as she handed me the little bottle of body gel and said, "You better not tell your Mom about this, or you'll be grounded until you go off to college, and I'll be sleeping on the sofa until Christmas. Understand?"

I nodded and smiled, taking the gel from her hand and squirting some on me, then handing it back to her.

I began soaping myself as she put some gel in her hand, then replaced the bottle on the little shelf hanging from the shower head. We watched each other soap our upper bodies, not saying a word to each other. I went a bit slower than usual, figuring that it was sexy and might tempt Harper in some way. She was trying to avoid watching me do that, but her eyes kept glancing at my perky, soapy boobs instead of my face.

I have to admit I was doing the same to her full, yummy looking breasts. I was startled when Harper broke our silent gawking session when she asked me, "So, Marci, sweetie. What's so important about this question that you have to interrupt my shower to ask me?"

I grinned and replied, “I want an orgasm, Harper.”

She laughed, asking me to clarify. "You what?! You want an orgasm? You can do that on your own, baby. Don't you know that?"

I smiled and replied, "I do, but I'm not sure it would be the same as someone giving me one. I don't want any of my friends to do it because that's how rumors get started. I want someone who knows what they're doing. I can't ask Mom, obviously, and I don't think Rani has any experience, so you're the best option I have."

Harper remained silent as she turned around and shut the water off. Then turned back to me and looked me in the eyes. Her expression looked serious. I cringed, waiting for a lecture about saving myself for someone I love and all that stuff.

Instead, Harper's voice took on a soft and caring tone as she explained, "I'm honored that you'd want me to do that, sweetie. Maybe option wasn't the best word to use, but I understand where you're coming from. This is something I need to think long and hard about. The first time making love to someone you care about can be a very beautiful thing, baby. But it can also be disappointing and frustrating doing something with your love that doesn't feel good or even hurts. I won't go into details, but it happens. Let me ponder your request, and I'll let you know. I'm debating telling your Mom about this, but if I decide to, you'll be there when and if I do. Are we in agreement?"

She'd got me; I was hoping she'd see my sexy, soapy, virginal body and jump at the opportunity to take my girl cherry. Boy, did I get that wrong. I agreed to let her think about it, then asked if she'd turn the water back on because I was getting cold. Harper laughed and told me I was adorable, then turned the stream back on for us.

Harper's attitude seemed to change from stern stepmom to a caring, potential lover.

She asked if I'd like her to wash my hair, and I told her I'd love that if I could wash hers in return. She smiled and reached for the shampoo, then said, "Step under the stream, girlie, and get those pretty blonde locks of yours wet."

I smiled, replying, “Yes, ma'am.”

My response produced a very broad smile on Harper's face as she replied, “That's my girl.”

I shivered as I took a couple of steps towards her, then turned around, arching back under the shower to soak my long blonde hair. I thought I heard a sigh, but the noise of the water in my ears muffled it, so I really couldn't tell.

With my hair all wet, I stepped back out and waited for Harper to soap me up. She squirted some shampoo on top of my head, then began working it in as I stood with my back to her. I really like having my hair washed by my stylist when I go to her. Her hands feel so good, massaging my scalp as I lie back with my head over the sink, that sometimes I nearly doze off. Harper's touch as she worked her fingers through my hair felt much more sensual than that of my hairdresser. It seemed like she took twice as long to do it, which could have been my imagination because instead of wanting to nap, I felt all dreamy.

I was suddenly woken from my blissful state when Harper's fingers left my scalp and she said, "Okay, baby girl, rinse, and I'll grab the conditioner."

I turned a little too quickly for her, and we bumped into each other, her breasts brushing my arm as I did. I got goosebumps as I stuck my head back under the stream to rinse. I didn't see Harper's reaction, but when I returned to my spot waiting for the conditioner, I could see that her face was flushed.

My stepmom repeated her sensual touch as she applied the conditioner for me. When she requested that I rinse, I turned just as quickly as before. I was sort of testing Harper to see if she'd move to avoid me, but she didn't, and my arms brushed against her nipples one more time. This time, however, I slowed slightly and could feel how hard they'd become. I think she anticipated my turning and wanted me to graze them again. But I'm not sure.

I rinsed off, and then we exchanged positions.

While Harper was washing my hair, we talked quietly about me heading off to college. I wasn't going far away; the school was about a three hour drive from our house. I'd considered out-of-state universities, and we visited a few last year, but I felt comfortable and liked the campus closer to home. They also had a great mathematics program and sports management curriculum, and that's what I wanted to major in. I don't know exactly what I'll do as far as a career, but I'm sure with those degrees, I'll find something.

As we chatted, Harper said she and Mom would miss me. I told her I would miss them, too. I could tell from her voice that she was getting a little emotional. I knew she cared about me, and that's another reason I dared to pose my question to her.

When I was all rinsed off, Harper and I switched positions and began washing her hair. We continued our talk, and I asked if she and Mom washed each other's hair like this. She sighed and said they did, but they didn't do it as frequently as they used to. They also used to shower together more, but their schedules haven't meshed as well in the last couple of months. I told her I knew they'd both been busy, but they wouldn't have to go to any of my functions anymore, so that hopefully would free them up to spend more time together.

She reminded me that they loved going to my games and school functions. They might have more time together, but they would certainly miss me.

I said, "Aww," then leaned in and kissed her shoulder. I felt and saw her shiver as I finished soaping her hair and asked her to rinse. I stepped to the side as Harper slipped past me to rinse. I was standing next to her just out of the water flow as she lowered her head in the stream. I watched as she shook her head, running her fingers through her hair to get all the soap off. I noticed she paused for a few brief moments, her face towards me, and I think she was getting a good, long look at my sex. I adjusted my stance, slightly opening my legs and faking like I was anxious for her to finish rinsing.

When she rose, Harper was grinning and asked if I was ready to do the conditioner. I replied, "Yes, ma'am, I was getting ready to grab it, but I didn't want to bump into you."

She replied, "Thank you, baby. I really didn't want to get bonked in the head."

We both laughed as I moved to get the rinse and apply it. I worked the conditioner through her hair slower than I did the shampoo. I think Harper was enjoying my touch as much as I enjoyed hers. When I finished, I asked her softly if she'd like me to wash her back.

She replied, “Oh, that would be lovely, baby. Thank you.”

She didn't turn into the water stream to rinse her hair, so I grabbed the body gel, squeezed some on my hand, and started on her shoulders. It was kind of an awkward position with my arms bent, trying to get her whole back. I suggested she turn around so I could reach behind her, which I thought would be easier. She said she'd move for me, then turned around to face me.

I thanked her, reached behind her, and began soaping her down. I have fairly long arms, but reaching around the way we were standing meant to get the middle of her back, so I needed to be closer. So, I took maybe half a step towards her, which made the distance between us very small.

I took my time going from her shoulders down to her butt cheeks. Then I asked if she could turn slightly so I could reach further instead of using my other hand. Harper replied, “Of course. I didn't think your arm would reach that far without us smushing boobs, sweetie.”

I giggled and blushed, "Yeah, I've never showered with anyone like this, so I wasn't sure what the best way to do your back was."

She smiled and said I was doing fine and turned slightly so I could reach with my right hand. When I finished, I stepped out of the way to let her rinse off. She asked if I wanted my back washed also, and I said, "Sure! How do you want me?"

Harper grinned and said, “Do you mind if I move you around a bit as I soap you down? My arms are a little shorter than yours, sweet girl.”

I told her it was fine; she could move me any way she wanted to get the job done.

Harper shut the water off and said she didn't want to waste any more hot water than we already had. We'd probably been in there for maybe fifteen to twenty minutes already, which is a little shorter than when I shower alone. She grabbed the body gel and applied it to my shoulders, which made more sense than squirting it in her hand. After putting it back on the shelf, Harper suggested I place my hands on the tile wall at the opposite end of the shower head. That way, she could use both hands to get my back. It made perfect sense to me, so I did.

She then clarified her request by telling me to place them lower and bend over slightly. I shrugged and said, “Okay.”

Harper moved closer to me so both her hands could start at my shoulders and work their way down. She went from there down to my tush, spreading the gel down my back. Then, working from top to bottom, she made small circles with each hand, which reminded me of 'The Karate Kid' and the line, wax on, wax off. Harper's soft hands pressed into me like a masseuse, working out all my stiffness; it felt so good.

I closed my eyes, and I may have inadvertently moaned because Harper asked in a whisper if I liked what she was doing. I nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am. I do, very much."

She replied, "I'm so glad, baby girl. You really have nice back muscles. I'm enjoying this if that's alright with you."

I told her, “It's fine, Harper, take your time. I'm in no rush.”

Her voice was more of a purr than words when she said, “You are such a doll, Marci. May I soap down your tushy?”

I was sort of in a dream state, and my voice must have been barely audible when I said, "Yes, ma'am. Be my guest."

I felt Harper move closer to me, her hips pressing against my ass cheeks as she leaned in to whisper in my ear and said, “I didn't hear you, doll. Do you mind if I soap your lovely bottom?”

I managed to stammer, “Yes, please, Harper. You can soap my tush.”

She whispered back, “You're such a good girl, Marci. Thank you, babydoll.”

Then she kissed my neck and stepped back, and worked her hands down my spine and then to my ass. Her movements on my bare ass were slower and firmer than the ones on my back. She'd leave my cheeks, then head back up my spine, then down again, all the time whispering, asking if I was enjoying it, and complimenting my body.

God, the way she was talking to me was melting me. I had tingles all over my body, and when Harper moved closer, pressing into me again, I felt her hands move around to my front and cup my breasts. I moaned as she asked if it was all right if she soaped them, too.

I replied in a dreamy voice, “Yes, Harper, please do.”

I got another kiss on my neck, which made me shiver and sent goosebumps all over me.

Harper's hands cupped my breasts, soaping them and making them slick. She'd use her palm to glide over my nipples ever so slowly. I shivered again, and she asked me if I was cold. I whispered I was fine, and she continued toying with my nipples, using her palms and her fingers to gently roll them. She'd pinch with one hand while the other cupped and caressed the other, then switch.

I was softly moaning and telling her how good her hands felt when she moved one hand down to my tummy and made soft circles there. Harper used the hand that was on my breast to gently straighten me up while her other hand slipped further down my front and moved to the inner part of my hip.

She asked how I was feeling, and I replied that I was almost in heaven. She kissed my neck and asked if I'd like to visit it and see what it's like. I was too far gone to say no, so I said, "Yes, please, Harper. Let me see what heaven's like."

She whispered, "We're not telling Mom about this baby doll, right?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, Ma'am. Not telling Mom."

Harper replied, "You're such a good girl. My good girl, aren't you?"

I swallowed hard and replied, “Yes, Harper. I'm your good girl.”

I could sense her grinning when she replied, "That's my baby. Now, turn around and lean back against the wall, sugar. Mommy Harper is going to take her sweet baby girl to heaven."

God! I shivered and turned so I was up against the cold tile wall. Harper knelt down, placing my left leg over her shoulder, then looked up at me.

I could see lust along with love in her eyes when she said, “You're so pretty, baby. Just relax and enjoy, my sweet love.”

I replied, “Thank you, Harper.”

She purred, "No, thank you, sweet girl. If I do something that makes you nervous or you don't like, say something, and I'll stop, okay?"

I replied in an anxious voice, “I will. Thank you.”

Harper replied, “You're quite welcome, my darling girl.”

Harper returned her focus to my lower body and began kissing and licking the inner parts of my hips. She alternated between kissing and licking, sending shivers up and down my spine. Her tongue would make spirals pressed against my flesh, starting wide on my hips, then ending close to my pubic area. I don't trim or manicure myself down there because I don't see any reason to. I hoped Harper wouldn't find it disgusting because I noticed hers was trimmed.

I was feeling butterflies in my tummy and between my legs when my lovely stepmom ended one of her spirals at the lower part of my sex. She nodded upwards with her tongue flat against my outer lips, and I shuddered.

Harper looked up; her eyes meeting mine as she asked, "Did you like that, sweetheart?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am. I've been tingling so far, and that sent a shock through me."

She grinned, “Well, baby. Let's see if Mommy Harper can send a few more through that sweet body of yours.”

I replied, “Yes, please, Mommy Harper. I'd love that.”

Before Harper returned to my sex, she asked, "Do you like calling me that, sugar? You don't have to. Mom or Harper are both fine."

I said, “I don't mind, whatever you like. I'm not used to calling you Mommy.”

Harper grinned, "Whatever's easier for you. I like it when you say my name when I'm down here, love."

She returned to my sex, lapping my outer lips with her tongue as I squirmed and moaned. I said her name several times and told her how delicious she was making me feel. She didn't respond because she was focused on me.

Harper licked my lips, gently sucking them with her mouth, then licked and sucked on them some more. She told me I tasted divine, and I thanked her once more. When her tongue parted my labia and slipped into me, my knees felt like they were going to buckle. I managed to stay standing, my back pressed against the wall as I bit my lower lip. Unconsciously, I used my right hand to play with my breast, kneading it and rolling its nipple in my fingers.

My sexy stepmom used her tongue to explore me, and when the tip of it slipped under my hood, she discovered my little clit. When she touched it, I blurted out, "Oh God, there. That's it! Oh, Mom, there, there. Please, that feels so good!"

Harper kept her tongue exactly where I told her to. She played with me until I told her I thought I was going to cum. Then she eased back only to focus again on that spot. It wasn't long until my knees nearly gave out again, and Harper had to hold me up with both hands. My body convulsed, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I grunted and shook, enjoying the new sensations I was feeling.

My stepmom didn't let me go. She placed one hand on my butt cheek to steady me and then was able to stand, wrapping her arms around me as my first orgasm worked its way through me, its vibrations spreading through my body like drops of rain into a pond, each creating rings continuously expanding and overlapping until they faded.

I was nearly in tears as my stepmom held me close to her, waiting patiently until I could form coherent words. The look on her face was one of immense joy and satisfaction, and when I did speak, I thanked her by kissing her full on the lips. She was briefly taken aback by my spontaneity, but then returned my kiss with passion, swirling her tongue, which was just between my legs, with mine. I melted into her arms, and we kissed for a very long time. When we stopped, I became conscious of the flavor of myself on her lips and in my mouth. I didn't find it repulsive, and much to my amazement, I kinda liked it.

When I looked into Harper's eyes, she quietly said, "I won't ask if you enjoyed that, baby girl, it was obvious you did. So, are we good? You've had your first orgasm."

I smiled, replying, "That was beyond description, Harper. I guess we're good, and thank you. The problem now is, I want more."

Harper laughed, "You're too cute, Marci. We sort of had a deal, remember? You wanted one, and you got one, my greedy little vixen."

I blushed, “You're right. I did. I don't want to do anything that would ruin your relationship with Mom. I'll never say anything to her. I wasn't expecting this today. I thought you were going to wait and talk with Mom first. Not that I'm complaining.”

Harper sighed, "I thought I was too, but I figured I'd strike while the iron was hot. You're a forbidden treasure, and I took advantage of the situation, and it won't happen again, ever, young lady, understand?"

I grinned, “Yes, ma'am. I'll wait until I meet someone I really care about before it happens again.”

Harper kissed me quickly, then said, "Just be careful who you give your sweet body and kind heart to. As much as your mother and I love you, we can't protect you from everything. You'll get your heart broken, and I'm sure you'll break a few. Just remember it isn't the end of the world, okay?"

I smiled, replying, “Yes, ma'am. Thank you.”

Then Harper said, We'd better get rinsed off, girlie, and out of here before your Mom and Rani get back."

I said, “Okay.”

Then I leaned into her, and we kissed again as my hands roamed her butt cheeks and pulled her into me.

When we broke our kiss, she said, "Turn the water back on before we get into trouble, naughty girl. Oh, consider this as part of your graduation gift from me, babydoll."

I grinned and told her, “Thank you, Mommy Harper.” Then, I turned and started the shower again, getting hit in the face with a cold stream until the hot blended in with it. We rinsed off, then I shut the water off, and we used the same two towels to dry off so Mom wouldn't suspect anything.

Once dry, Harper playfully slapped my butt cheek and told me to get. I went back to my bathroom to use the blow dryer before getting dressed in what I had been wearing before our shower. With my hair now dry, I plopped down on the sofa and returned to my game.

It wasn't more than fifteen minutes before I heard the garage door open. Mom and Rani walked in, and I said hi without turning my attention away from my game. Harper came out of her room, greeted Mom with a kiss, and asked Rani if they had a good time. Rani said they did and headed to her room, playfully bonking me on the head as she passed by.

I called out, "Brat!" She laughed, and I heard her door close.

I'm keeping my word about not telling Mom, and so will Harper. It's only a few months until I head off to college, and I know I like what girls can do for each other. I like boys as people, but I'm not sure about having them stick their penis in my vagina or in my mouth.

I've looked in Mom's and Harper's nightstands and discovered a few toys shaped like a man's penis. There's also a belt that you can attach one of the fake dicks to. I've thought about asking Harper how it works. If I do, I don't think all the boxes on my list need to be checked, but I'll make sure she's in a good mood and we have lots of alone time.