"Be ready this evening, Alana, when I get home after work, do you hear? We’re lucky the shops are open late today so we can get your school things. Otherwise, you’ll have to do it on your own tomorrow. You remember that your dad is taking me on the weekend spa thing tomorrow, right?"

Graduation is approaching, and my mother is all excited to have me looking good. 'Weekend spa thing'? Weekend romp, more likely!

"I remember, I’ll be ready," I said, like the good little girl they had raised.

With everyone out of the house, I walked to the village shop to buy a magazine and an ice cream. Rosy Sheehy was my classmate with the cutest ass, and I had been gaga over her forever. I just never knew how to tell her!

As she talked, I saw that her breasts had moved up a level or two during the summer. I mean, they were real handfuls now, woman-boobs almost, and she was showing them to the world. The beauties were barely held in by a white short-sleeved top that she had tied casually at the front. No bra underneath, just the cute white top. I mean, I just wanted to pull that top open.

That was all she had on above the waist, and she was beautifully tanned, back and front. She wore training pants, a pink colour that perfectly matched her lipstick. When she smiled, you got to see the most perfect white teeth ever. Her straight black hair was longer now and framed her breasts perfectly on either side. She had painted her fingernails bright yellow.

"You’ve got a great tan, Rosy," I said.

"Yeah, I know! Me and the Donegan girls were allowed off to the beach for a few days. On our own! We had a great time, the three of us."

When we left the shop, she bent over to tie the laces on her white tennis shoes, her knees completely straight. As I stood behind her, I noticed that her hips were a lot fuller than I remembered. I so wanted to touch her curvy ass. We had a very similar build, except that she was way curvier than me now; she was really something, and I told her so!

She finished tying the laces and turned to face me.

"Aw, thanks, Alana! You’ve definitely grown quite a bit too during the summer," she said, hooking a finger into the top of my shorts, playfully tugging them downwards.

She went on, "You know, Alana, I thought we would be girl-on-girl back there last year. Word has it that we are the hottest babes at that place. Well then, if that were true, how can it be that we are the only two in our class that don’t have boyfriends? Jesus, we’re practically old maids."

"Yeah? 'Girl-on-girl', you mean... you like girls too, Rosy?"

"Uh-huh. You too? I was afraid to say anything in case I had read you wrong."

"Oh yeah, me too. I’ll tell ya, no boys for me!" I answered, my heart pounding. Rosy and me? Could it be? I said, "I would really have liked that! Not too late? Now that we’re two old maids and all?"

"I’m still not with anyone. You?"

"Definitely not; girls like us don’t exactly grow on trees, you know!"

That made her laugh. She said, "What do you mean, 'girls like us'? Super-hot girls? Or old maids?"

It was my turn to laugh. I said, "Well, I wasn’t thinking of the latter! No, girls that like girls, silly."

"Well, I think you’re totally fine," she said, her tongue at her lips. "Hey, didn’t you notice that I was always trying to get your attention?"

"I did not know that," I said truthfully. "Wow! You think you know someone!" What I did recall was that she had always been very giggly around me. She giggled now, making her tits bounce for me.

She said, "Great! Well, maybe we can do something this weekend? I live in our basement now; I've got it all to myself. We’d be alone, if you get my drift?"

Then she said, "You know what? I got a camera, a really good one for my birthday; maybe we could hang out there this afternoon or this evening, if you’ve got nothing else going on? We could catch up, and you could take pictures of me. I would so love to be a model someday. My dream."

She assumed several poses, animating what she meant. My eyes were busy trying to keep up with her bouncing breasts.

”Hey, yeah, I’m up for that; that’d be great. You’ll have to show me how to work the camera, though—I haven’t got one myself.”

”Yeah, sure, let’s go now then,” she said, and we headed off. I took Rosy’s hand in mine, brushing it against my leg as we walked.

”So what about the Donegans? Into boys, huh?” I asked her.

”Yep, afraid so.”

”Oh, yeah? How do you know? Try one of them?”

”Yeah, kind of. Tried to kiss them both when we were a bit tipsy. Nothing! They just thought it was horseplay.”

Her house was on the other side of the village, but I knew a shortcut so I would still have no more than a thirty-minute walk home. She brought cold soft drinks down to the basement. It was lovely and cool down there compared to outside in the summer sun.

I got a quick tour of her basement room: white ceiling, light-pink walls, and a polished black stone floor. Then she showed me the rudiments of how to work the camera and said, "Alrighty, you sit over here." She placed a barstool directly in front of the coffee table and continued, "And I’ll sit here on the sofa. You’ll interview me for a modelling job, and then we’ll do a photo shoot, OK?"

We took up our positions. "What kind of questions should I ask?" I said as I fiddled with the camera.

"Oh, anything really. You know, what I like to do in my spare time, stuff like that."

Rosy sat down on the sofa, leaning slightly forward with her hands in her lap and her legs crossed. I could not take my eyes off those amazing tits. They just hung there in front of her, to all intents and purposes naked. Huge pears on the sexiest pear tree.

"Oh, by the way, Rosy, I have to be home by five at the latest or my mother will kill me."

"No worries."

I cleared my throat and began: "So, Miss Sheehy, thank you for coming in today." Rosy smiled a beautiful smile, indicating she was enjoying my improvisation skills. She bounced a little on the sofa, excited.

"Well, thank you for seeing me. Please call me Rosy and feel free to ask me anything you want."

"OK then, eh, Rosy. Tell me a bit about yourself; what do you have for spare-time interests, that sort of thing?"

Rosy smiled again; it was going well.

"I’m Rosy, Rosy Sheehy. I’m seventeen years old, and I want to be a photo-model. In my spare time, I play football with our local girls' team. And I ride a lot. I grew up with horses, and I’m very fond of them."

"I see. Well, it’s really lovely to meet you, Rosy, and once again, thank you for taking the time to be with us today. I’d bet you’re a great rider." That made her laugh out loud. I continued, "I look forward to taking a lot of great pictures of you later. Our job here is really to get to know you, to make you feel comfortable so that you can relax and really be Rosy Sheehy in your photos."

"Jesus, you’re really good at this, Alana. Go on! More!" she giggled. The giggle always made her tits wobble, and she knew it, of course.

I thought, 'I’m sure I’d be a giggler too if I had the tits for it.' Note to self: Grow bigger tits!

My 'little-man-in-the-boat,' as I called it, was in desperate need of attention now. Rosy was driving me wild, and I’m pretty sure she knew that too.

"Is this your first photo shoot, Rosy?"

"Yeah, I’m a little nervous," she giggled again and crossed her legs, her left leg bouncing madly up and down on her right, just where her knees met.

Looks like I’m not the only one with 'little-man-in-the-boat' issues!

”So, Rosy, what kind of modelling are you planning on getting into? Fashion?”

”Yeah, I think so.”

”That’s just great. So, how would you feel if I asked you to take your top off and change into a range of different bras that we’re promoting?”

The nervous giggle, the bouncing leg. Yeah, she was really horny; the bouncing leg was her way of telling me that. I was sure of it.

”Yeah, sure, I could do that.” She repositioned herself on the couch and giggled very loudly. The little bra-top rose up on her breasts and she had to pull it down to keep them inside. What a stunner she was. My boatman was going insane. I wasn’t wearing panties; thank God for small mercies.

”Would you consider taking your undies off too? If we were doing an undie-line?”

”Yeah, no problem.”

She looked into my eyes; she was signalling me to ask her to do it. I was sure of it.

”Well, we’ll see. You know, sometimes models, especially young ones like yourself, tend to freeze somewhat in those kinds of situations. I could never be a model, but I’ve got a great feeling about you; you’re just so natural. So, we’ll give it a go, shall we? Let me start by taking a couple of reference pictures right where you’re sitting. And then we’ll take it from there. That OK, Rosy?”

”OK, I’ll try.”

”Now just relax, be yourself, think about something you like. You’re riding your favourite horse in the open fields, or something, I don’t know—think about whatever makes you feel comfortable. There, that’s good.” Snap!

”One more.” Snap!

”Great. That wasn’t too difficult, was it?”

I continued: ”So now, I want you to take off your shoes and stand over there beside the tall mirror. We’ll take a picture of you from each side, OK?”

She did as I asked and stood in front of the wardrobe door mirror, her legs apart and her hands on her hips, facing me.

”OK, just get comfortable. Now, show me what you want to see on the prints, Rosy.”

She opened her legs a bit more, threw her hair back so that it flowed straight down her back, her breasts pushing out from her chest, her arms hanging completely relaxed by her sides.

”Look straight at the camera now. No smile this time; look straight at the camera as if you’re asking, 'What the hell are you looking at?' Oh, oh, oh, yes, that’s really great, Rosy. Brilliant! You’re on a roll!” Snap!

”Now, take off your top and we’ll take the same picture. And try to keep the bold look on your face; it really suits you. You’re bitchy, yeah?”

”OK,” she said. She untied the top in less than a second and discarded it on the floor beside her. Her breasts were totally amazing—she had a small blue rose tattooed on each.

”So lovely,” I said, ”now I’ve got three beautiful roses in front of me!”

She giggled and they responded. Then she had a thought: ”Oh, please don’t tell anyone, Alana. My mother would kill me. Me and the girls well, as I said, we had a bit too much to drink at the beach, and we all went and got tattoos”

”Your secret is safe with me, Rosy Sheehy, super-model. Cross my heart!”

Her boobs giggled into action again at the reference to the old Cross Your Heart bra adverts. Then she said, ”Poor Mary Donegan - she got her boyfriend's name, Timmy, tattooed on her ass. Imagine if they break up? Imagine having that there every time you’re with someone new!”

”Hmm, she’ll have to keep finding fellas called Timmy, I suppose. Hey, you know what, I could get Rosy tattooed on my ass. If anyone asked me about it, I could say it was a joke, you know, ’Rosy Cheeks’. Get it?”

She almost fell over with laughter.

When she had recovered and was getting into the modelling again, she asked, ”Do you want me to take the rest off now?”

”Ooph, yeah, sure, yes, if you’re ready. We can do the profile shots like that then.”

She proceeded to remove her pink training pants and then her pink panties, tossing the lot aside. Her eyes never left mine for a second as she disrobed, revealing her hourglass body! She had another tattoo, a purple snake on her right thigh, boatman high.

She went back into position, legs open, hands by the side. Snap!

She turned, her left side facing me. Good Lord, what a beauty! Snap!

She turned again, her back facing the camera now and her legs a little farther apart. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. There could be no mistaking that she wanted me to see all of her, wide open. She smiled back at the camera, her hair hanging down as a backdrop.

”Lovely, lovely, you’re amazing, a star! Now, please back on the couch! This time, please put your knees on the seat and you can rest your hands on the back of the couch. That’s it, now keep your feet close together, just like that yeah, and move your knees apart, yep, a bit more, that’s it and push your buttocks back in my direction. That’s it, show me that rose, Rosy! You are so beautiful, girl.”

She opened herself up as much as she could, just for me! Snap! Wow, that vee!

”Now, lean forward a bit more!” Snap!

She laughed with every ’Snap!’. She was so at home with this, completely unabashed. A performer!

”OK. Let’s not stop now, Rosy! Come on, sit on the sofa. That’s it. Now lie back with your legs in the air, hold them far apart with your elbows, make like butterfly wings.”

She did as instructed, laughing. Her shaven vulva was now wide open from the front. Snap! Then she sat up on the sofa, toying with her hair. She leaned forward, legs together, her hands on her knees. Beautifully innocent. Snap!

”I really enjoyed that, Alana! Are you sure you haven’t done this before? You sound like what a pro could sound like. So, what now?”

”Well, if I may be so bold, Rosy. That ’girl-on-girl’ thing you spoke about earlier?” I blurted out, wondering if I had misremembered, and might just have blown the whole thing.

She glanced briefly at my shorts and then looked straight at me, smiled, and said simply, ”Ah, yeah, I always wanted to be with you.” She laughed aloud once more, fiddling with her hair as ever. There was a lot of hair so I guess it was always getting in the way. ”But I wasn’t sure, I guess, I thought you were straight?”

In front of the camera, she was a natural star, extroverted to the limit, unabashed and bubbly. Now I noticed a little something in her voice that revealed another Rosy: shy and somewhat insecure.

”No woman is ever straight, Rosy.” I told her. ”And I know I can do more for you than any boy ever could.”

I put her expensive camera carefully down on the sofa table, and I sat beside her on the couch. I leaned over her and started caressing her legs, her thighs. She pulled my T-shirt up, letting my own breasts half out.

”Is that true?”

”That’s true, Rosy.”

”So, how did you know that you were a lesbian?”

”Well, I was straight, I thought, and, eh, then I knew I wasn’t. I felt what it was like to kiss a girl and to be touched by her. There have been, eh, you know, women. Not girlfriends, but, you know, eh, episodes. Even after the first time, I was sure, and I longed for the next time. Everything just felt right being with girls and it’s not just the sex. I mean, the sex is so great; the touch of a woman is wild. The women I have been with are all older women and they have taught me a lot of good things. So, how about you? You said you always wanted to be with me. You would hardly be wanting the ’girl-on-girl’ thing if you were straight, right? So, you know you are a lesbian, yeah? Have you never been with other girls?”

”I kissed a cousin, Mary, who visited us from England. She was a lot older than me, like twenty-something. And the Donegans at the beach.”

”Just kissed?”

”Mostly, you know. Mary was as inexperienced as I was. We had to share my bed and we just fooled around one night. I’m sure I’ve never done any of those other things that, you know,that you have done with those older women.”

”Hey, that’s so OK, Rosy, it’s not a competition. It’s about doing what we feel is right. Let me be your first? Let me tattoo’Rosy’ on my bum.”

She was off giggling again. As we talked, I kept on touching her, her legs, her thighs, her arms and hands. She wasn’t scared, just not sure of anything except that she liked it. She was trembling with sexual tension.

”Let’s just start with a kiss,” I said, moving up over her, touching her hair. She closed her eyes and I planted my lips ever so gently on hers and held them there.

”That wasn’t so bad?” I continued to play with the mane, brushed it out of her face, touched one of her fantastic breasts and moved my head forward again.

”It was lovely,” she said, shyly. I put my hand on her face, looked into her brown eyes and said, ”Your lips are so soft.” She smiled at that, looked down at my lips, and prepared to receive my mouth again. We kissed like that for a long time, dozens of soft gentle kisses, and she just lay against the back of the couch with her hands on the seat, letting me touch her. I kissed her slowly, on the throat, and face and lips. All the while I caressed her chest, her breasts and throat, her hair, barely touching her. Barely.

I put my hand face down on her lap. She giggled; that was promising. ”A little tingly?” I probed.

”A little.”

”Yeah? How was it?”

”It was completely fine.”

Great answer.

”Hey, if we totally hate it afterwards, I promise we won’t do it again. It’ll be our secret, locked away in our vault. OK?”

”No, no, I want to, I really do. It’s just that, like, I don’t even know what to do.”

”Well, that’s why I’m here. I can show you all the fun, all the little exciting things. I promise that as long as you trust me, everything will be OK.”

I kissed her several more times on the lips, a little faster now, and she kissed me back, more responsive.

I took off my tee-shirt, letting my tits out, my nipples were hurting with anticipation.

”See, we’re just two girls, having fun.” I kissed her again, and let my hand glide over her boobs.

”They’re so soft,” I said.

I lifted her upper lip with my tongue, and she met it with hers, two live wires.

Contact established.

I let my hot-wire wet her chin, then her throat and breasts and stomach. She lay back some more and said ”Don’t stop, Alana.”

I didn’t stop. I turned around, straddling her so that she could see my pussy as I went down on her. I spit on her slit and made my wet tongue wriggle along its length. I was down there now, drinking from the well. She tensed up only the slightest bit before surrendering herself and I could hear her making the softest, sweetest noises, laying back on her elbows, her legs wide open.

I looked behind me to catch her gaze. ”Is that good?” I asked.

”So good.”

My tongue worked its way ever so slowly up and down, parting her lips end eventually probing the deepest reaches of her folds. ”Your tongue is so…”, she tried to speak but couldn’t finish the sentence, her breasts heaving.

I found her clit, kissed it and sucked it. ”That is so go.…” she said between heavy breaths.

”Hmm, I know. It’s fun being a girl; you know exactly what to do.” I replied, squeezing one of the nipples I had been following ever since I met up with her in the village.

She said, ”It’s so sexy looking at your pussy from here.”

I kept up the clit-treatment. ”Hmm, hmm,” she mumbled, biting her lower lip.

I stopped but only to turn Rosy around so that she was on all fours. There was no stopping her now. She started gasping and panting faster as I held her cheeks apart and licked her.

It was a beautiful sight looking down at the thin, uneven, very moist choice slices inside her pussy.

”Ooh fuck, yes, yes,” she barely managed to say, as I circled the halo with my tongue harder and harder.

”Oh my God, that feels so good. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She moaned nonstop.

”You’re so wet,” I said, putting a finger up into her.

She grunted, ”You make me so fucking wet.” I left her spread-eagled on the floor, exhilarated, biting her lip.

I was by no means finished with Rosy, but I knew that at that very moment my mother was rushing home from work - for my sake.

Mothers are great. Right up there after lesbians.