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Gaella and Idna rushed into the bathroom upstairs, already undressing themselves before they had time to close the door behind them. They laughed, full of life, for no other reason than being ten years old and happy. And about to take a hot shower after freezing their bums outside for hours. The warm air of the little heated room was pleasant, on Gaella’s pure white and freckled skin, as she was peeling off each layer of clothes. The violent winter wind slapped on the window, diverting the little girl’s attention for a second. Idna was faster than her, and after stepping on her piled up pants on the floor to liberate her other foot, she ran to the enclosure. The redhead looked at her blonde friend as she was taking refuge in the small space. Idna’s nudity wasn’t unfamiliar to her: after all, they took countless showers, and in the cold nights of Brugge, they often undressed completely to feel their warm skin against each other, under the heavy blankets. But today, Gaella observed the long legs of her childhood confidant, making her gaze climb up the slender shape where it flowed on a small and round pair of butt cheeks, reddened a bit by the cold. There was something about her movements, a hidden grace that just revealed itself to the dumbfounded best friend. Looking intently at the spectacle of what she saw time and time again, but in a new light, the redhead wasn’t able to remove her tight pants, struggling, distracted. Directed against a glass wall with Idna’s small hand, the shower jet, freezing yet, splashed away with the expected sound of running water.
“Hey, wait!”, whined Gaella.
“It’s still too cold”, retorted the blondie, a wide smile on her lips, presenting her flat and fair chest to her friend’s unusually inquisitive eyes.
Her little nipples were hardened by the water-cooled air pushed against her in the shower enclosure. She laughed heartily at her bestie’s attempt to free herself from her pants. Gaella ignored it and finally finished the process of making herself butt-naked. She rushed into the shower, closing the glass door a bit hard.
“Hiii!”, she screamed as droplets of water ricochetting against the wall froze her chest and arms.
In an attempt to warm herself, she cuddled against the soft skin of her friend. Their faces so close, she could see Idna’s expression of surprise mellow into a smile. They laughed again, young and carefree; their only worry in life, right now, was to heat the water. This was taking a long time, the tank being in the basement, but after a few more seconds, the splashing vapors the wall projected on them became pleasantly warm. Still with her hand on the shower head, the blonde girl adjusted the jet’s temperature, then casted it on Gaella, gifting her the first round of warmth. The redhead moaned in relief, wetting her long hair under the powerful but soft spray. Feeling a burst of affection and desire to care for her best friend, she put her hand over hers, redirecting the jet on the blonde hair. Idna received it like a benediction: her nipples mellowed as the hot water trickled down her chest. She closed her eyes with a barely audible sigh.
Gaella took this opportunity to gaze at her shower partner; under the wet heat, her cherry-lipped mouth became even plumpier, like it was a fruit begging to be bitten eagerly. She couldn’t see her deep blue eyes at this time, but maybe it was better like this, since she didn’t think she could sustain the intense color of the girl’s irises right now. The mere excitement, mysterious and unexplainable to the growing child, to look upon the marvelous body just in front of her, perfect in every way, was already too much for her mind. Why was she perfect? She didn’t understand. Idna was just Idna, and yet the soft and warm breath seeping through her lips, tingling on Gaella’s face, heated places on her young body where she didn’t expect it. Maybe the air expelled by her throat touched her nipples: that was believable. But between her legs?
When Idna opened back her eyes, her friend was observing her hips. She could see the green irises didn’t just direct her stare at them in passing: the preteen was sizing her up with intent. She seemed… hungry. With a dreamy expression, Gaella looked back up to meet her friend’s eyes, but too late: Idna was blushing. It couldn’t be seen in the red of her cheeks, as the water was warming both girls, but in her innocent and embarrassed stare. That deep blue Gaella was dreading hit her with full force. She wasn’t strong enough to sustain it, and yet she couldn’t move her face, nor avert her eyes. She adopted a wait and see approach, but at her dismay, her bestie decided to do the same. After a few seconds, the stare was damning; it couldn’t be dismissed as a fleeting moment.
Idna was the one to move, passionately but softly reaching for Gaella’s lips. Their first kiss. Not just the first kiss between them: their first, first kiss. The young redhead imagined this moment for a long time, but she always figured it would be a boy. What boy, though? There were never any boy. Not a real one. But the prospect was enough to worry the little girl, asking herself if she would kiss well, or if she would make a fool of herself, inexperienced, bashful. With Idna, she didn’t feel any of this. Because it was Idna. She trusted her. She loved her. And at this moment, the lips on hers were the most magical thing in the world, making suns explode in her head. No amount of cold water could appease the fireworks the wet mouth tasting her own was creating on her skin. Feeling like anything she would touch would accentuate the feeling, Gaella placed her open palm on the blondie’s stomach and ran her fingers up her chest. Idna pushed a melodious moan, half muffled because her lips were stamped on her friend’s. The redhead girl sensed the nipples hardening again under her hand. She could now feel a hand caressing her clavicles, brushing over her neck like a feather, but sensual and wet under the hot shower.
This time, her crotch became like a burning bush. Her breasts were craving the same touch, maybe her thighs too: the little girl didn’t know what she wanted anymore, surrendering with abandon to the animalistic desires of her body. All she knew is that, as her childhood friend lips devoured hers, her own hunger was growing, and this one wasn’t situated in her stomach. But instead of touching herself there, Gaella’s hand was running over her friend’s skin all over her body, like she was searching for an escape from this blissful torture through the familiar shapes. Under this attack, Idna redoubled her affection and took her accomplice’s head in her hands, sending her tongue in the captive mouth as her finger ran through the thick red mane, on the sensitive scalp. All of this was so unfamiliar, weird, and yet so right. The taste of the little girl’s saliva sent Gaella in paradise; never had she tasted something this good. The effect on her mind was between rage and drowsiness.
She froze, but the itching between her legs violently demanded attention. She knew, though, that only the ministrations of Idna’s divine touch could do anything about it, so she started rubbing her fingers over her best friend’s vulva in hopes that she’s do the same for her. When her skin touched the opening of the vagina, Gaella was surprised a bit by how hot it was. Her whole crotch area was diffusing warmth like a portable heater. Suddenly, at the contact of her touch, Idna stopped kissing. She made big eyes, and her bestie worried for a moment. Was this wrong? The smile the blondie made dissuaded any doubt, and her own hand immediately rejoined hers to accelerate the movement. Masturbating herself with the redhead’s hand, Idna took her own pleasure with no thought for her friend’s, but Gaella didn’t care, reveling in the little girl’s face, her expression tense and relaxed at the same time. Her mouth made a big “o” and she was breathing harder and harder, but when she seemed to reach some point in her bliss, her eyes went hungrier than ever, and she grabbed her partner’s little snatch with much less delicacy than her previous touch. Rubbing intently and intensely over the opening between the vagina lips, Idna sent back her tongue in the preteen’s mouth.
The moan of pain, of bliss, of despair, of terrified lust… the moan that wanted to escape Gaella’s lips could only be heard through her nose. The motion she was making over her friend’s pussy became erratic: her hand was shaking. Her arms were shaking. Her thighs were shaking. Near crying, she tried to withstand the most powerful feeling that ever washed over her, afraid her legs would give up under the sudden weight of her now unbearably heavy body. Her mind went blank, leaving the bottom of her belly in charge, and all it wanted to do is to camp her foot firm in the ground to not fall, as if she did, the feeling would stop, the hand would go away. The firm and insistent mouth of her best friend couldn’t fight off Gaella pushing her back to utter a guttural, yet very cute groan. The redhead tackled the blonde against the glass wall behind her, unable to continue her movement, but Idna didn’t stop her hand from rubbing her cunny. The sensual blue eyes took control and Gaella could see on her face the smirk of satisfaction she witnessed so many times when her bestie messed with her, tricking her. Despite the redhead’s cries, protests, moans, groans, Idna knew exactly how she felt and rubbed, rubbed, rubbed, without stopping, without mercy.
Gaella shook life a leaf, the violent feeling of bliss subsiding into a tingle. The tingle was covering her like a heavy blanket, but she realized it was the water jet from the shower that tried to push away her body like it was now featherlight. She put her hand over Idna’s to slow her. Looking into her deep blue eyes, she saw that her friend wasn’t smiling anymore. The moment was solemn. No words were needed. They knew what had to be said, but as soon as Gaella examined the unwavering eyes of her new, and yet old lover, she kept silent, like expressing those three little words would ruin everything. She felt meek, but hungry to taste more of Idna’s saliva. When she put her lips over hers and the kid sent again her tongue rolling against hers, the redhead had an idea. A crave. The most depraved one, but it was pulling her down with it. Down, down on her knees. She felt crazy, but she had to taste it.
“What are you d…”
The avid swath Gaella’s tongue took on the unsuspecting cunny shut her friend up. A moment after, a high-pitched shout, nearly sounding like a cry for help, resounded in the bathroom. But the kneeling, devouring little girl didn’t hear anything, focused on the new taste. She previously thought she discovered the holy grail of sensuality in her bestie’s mouth; the salty drippings of the revered vagina she had the privilege to gulp like water from an oasis in the desert changed her mind. This was the origin of bliss. She didn’t need to be touched to feel this frenzy that overcame her a few seconds ago, if only she could keep lapping on the forbidden fruit. Gaella wasn’t licking her lover to make her feel good: it was all about her own pleasure. If she had been allowed this taste before cumming, she would have orgasmed on the spot. This vagina was hers, now. It didn’t belong to Idna’s anymore. Her friend would have to bear with her crave until she was finished delighting in this salty treat from heaven. As she licked and lapped, her skin became sensitive again: the jets of water hitting her butt and her lower back nearly felt like needles.
Something protuberated at the top of the vagina, as Idna was trembling, grabbing everything she could around her not to fall. Something a bit harder than the soft tissue of her pussy lips. When Gaella ran her tongue over it, the firm little thing felt like it activated something in both of them. Nothing else was important, now: just this little hard, erected organ, this cute fleshy button grating pleasantly on her taste buds. Time withered out of existence as she did this: was she eating her out for days, or mere seconds, when Idna pushed Gaella’s head with an uncharacteristic ferocity? The force smooshed her face against her crotch, and the little redhead realized she loved every second of it. The rough and commanding touch she discovered from her friend, as she was herself on her knees, unlocked a new hunger in her. This one wasn’t strictly sexual, even if the small girl didn’t know what this was about. It felt like a parent taking her firmly in their arm to protect her. This signaled to her brain to munch on the cunny as hard as she could. This frenzy was in her head only, even if her pussy had started throbbing again as soon as she touched the crevice with her tongue.
Now, it was all about Idna. She had to take her there. Gaella had to make her explode even harder than what she felt herself. She wanted, needed, to destroy her mind from her vagina. Considering the small but forceful hand was now shaking hard over her head, she was doing it. Her victory tasted so good, and she couldn’t stop her tongue rubbing over Idna’s clitoris even if she wanted. This time, the redhead could hear very clearly the loud and high-pitched moans of bliss she caused. Idna lost foot, falling on her ass, but Gaella followed her with her mouth, determined to send her lover to whatever gate she was crossing, heaven or hell. The same little moans of protest she heard herself produce earlier were now exiting the blonde’s throat. Gaella slowed, but kept on licking. She didn’t want it to end, not yet.
“Bestie”, groaned Idna, “I think it’s over. I’m really sensitive, now.”
Some mysterious force prevented the redhead to stop engorging herself from the delectable pussy nectar. The blonde pushed a few groans of discontent, but then sighed, breathing hard, and eventually beginning to moan. It sounded like she was about to deliver. Gaella couldn’t see, and just decided to go back into overdrive, licking the sweet spot like her life depended on it.
“Don’t stop!”, grinned the blue-eyed preteen through her teeth.
A spasm crossed through her whole body, then she tensed up like Gaella never felt somebody tensing. Muscles harden like metal, Idna arched, pulling her cunny up.
“Gaella…”
The whisper could barely be heard, covered by the sound of the shower. A last tremor was felt, and the pussy recoiled. Gaella knew not to push further, fearing to hurt her best friend. When she looked up to her face, the child was looking away, as if her mind was broken. The redhead waited a bit, observing the girl, and finally Idna took a deep breath, her exhausted eyes meeting hers.
“Come here”, the blondie invited her.
Gaella approached and kissed the cherry lips, wanting to share with her the heavenly taste she discovered down there. Her eyes met and the world stopped.
A loud knock surprised them.
“Hey, girls”, a man’s voice shouted through the bathroom door, “can you leave us at least a little hot water?”
They laughed, full of life, for no other reason than being ten years old and happy.