CHAPTER 5 - The Peanut Butter Test.

Katherine sat at the small table in her apartment's kitchen, staring with numb horror at the object in her hand. It wasn't particularly big, just a few inches by a few more inches, nor was it particularly heavy. But it filled her with an unaccustomed mix of dread and excitement.

"C'mon, out with it," said her mother as she placed two mugs of hot chocolate on the table, "what did they give you that's so terrifying?"

Wordlessly, Katherine handed the card over. Her mother looked at the writing on it, cleared her throat, and started to read out loud.

"Let's see... 'Miss Yolanda Mason hereby requests the pleasure of your company... '"

She then read quietly to herself until she got to the end.

"So this is how you kids invite people to sleepovers these days? Man, do I feel old. This is seriously fancy."

"She said that, since I've never been to one before, she wanted to do something special. She wanted me to have something to remember it by," Katherine replied.

"Aw, that's sweet of her. What a lovely gesture."

"Well, Yolanda's like that." Katherine shrugged.

"Wait. I don't think this is handmade," her mother observed, examining the invitation closely. "This looks like it was done in a print shop or something. Now, that's impressive."

Katherine sighed.

"Yeah. She's a bit like that too."

That was certainly true. Yolanda's parents were successful entrepreneurs in some profession that Katherine had no hope of understanding. So far their youngest daughter had managed to avoid becoming a stereotypical ‘rich brat’, but she was certainly happy to spend money if she felt the need.

But that wasn't Katherine's concern. Yolanda's sleepovers were the stuff of legend amongst her friends. It wasn't unusual for Mr and Mrs Mason to be working away from home over the weekend. So Yolanda took advantage and had the girls over most of the time. She always attended church on Sunday, something which took Katherine by surprise, so the group had free rein of the house for a day and a bit.

And with the girls being so fond of being sexual with each other, this led to the sleepovers almost inevitably involving very little clothes and lots and lots of sapphic intimacy.

Or, as Terri called it once, 'just one big, no-holes-barred, fuck-for-all'.

And it was this that Katherine found herself invited to. Admittedly Yolanda had stressed that sex didn't always happen on her sleepovers. There were other things to do at her house and, she insisted, the group shared other interests than just that.

But Katherine wasn't wholly convinced. She knew that there was a good chance that something would happen the weekend after next. What she didn't know is whether she wanted to be there or not when it did.

"Mum... what do you do if somebody..." Katherine faltered to a stop. She loved her mother but there was just no way, if Katherine said what was on her mind, that her mum would understand. She decided to try a different approach.

"How do you deal with it if somebody you're friends with likes peanut butter... and you're not sure that you do?"

Nice one. Katherine thought to herself. Real smooth. Nothing suspicious about that at all.

"'Peanut butter'?" her mother echoed. "Is this a drug thing? Are there going to be drugs at this?"

"No, Mum, no." Katherine hurried to assure her. "I meant, like, actual peanut butter. What if somebody makes, I don't know, some toast or something and everyone's eating it. But you're not sure you want to but maybe you do. And either way you don't want to be the awkward one who isn't joining in. So... what do you do?"

"Are you sure this isn't a drug thing? Because this really sounds like a drug thing."

"No, Mum."

"Or is it to do with alcohol? Have your friends started drinking yet?"

"NO, Mum." answered Katherine, a little exasperated. This wasn't going the way she'd hoped.

"Boys, then? Are there going to be boys there?"

"Mum! There won't be any boys!" Katherine shook her head in an emphatic no. That was one thing she was definitely certain of.

"Well, if you say so..."

Katherine's mother scratched her chin in thought.

"It's a tricky one." she said after a moment. "You should never let other people make you do what you don't want to do, that's obvious. But you and I both know it's not always that easy. You want people to respect you but you don't want them to think you're not a team-player either."

Katherine nodded in agreement. That was pretty much what had been going through her mind. She was worried that she'd feel obliged to join in if things got heavy. She honestly didn't know if she wanted to or not so she was anxious about the reaction if she said no.

"I think," her mother continued, "that the important thing is to stay true to yourself. If you don't want to eat that peanut butter, then don't. If your friends think any worse of you because of that then screw 'em - they're not your real friends and they don't deserve you."

Katherine found herself repeating her mother's words under her breath as she stood in front of Yolanda's house a few days later. No matter what happens, she reminded herself, I won't be made to do anything I don't want to do.

She pushed the doorbell and, after a few seconds that felt like hours in the warm Friday afternoon sun, the door was opened.

"Katherine!" Yolanda cried with glee. "You made it!"

"Hiya." Katherine said weakly.

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?"

"No, no. Not really."

The only trouble Katherine and her mother had on the journey was fighting a sense of disbelief. Every single property they passed on the estate was large, fancy, and looked very expensive. To the Pearson family, who were careful to count their pennies because they didn't have many to spare, it was a whole new world.

"Well, come on in. Everyone else is already here."

Katherine waved goodbye to her mother, who made a phone gesture with her hand to remind Katherine to call if there was any problem, and then followed the other girl indoors. As she walked, she heard her mother's car tyres on the gravel drive, and she tried to swallow her nervousness. She could cope. She would get through this.

"You can put your things there." Yolanda directed, indicating a small pile in the corner of the hallway.

Katherine obeyed and, as she was adding her bag and pillow to the collection, was gratified to see that at least one person wasn't taking this weekend too seriously. Katherine had put a lot of effort and time into choosing a pillow case that people wouldn't make fun of her for. In the end, she'd borrowed a light grey one belonging to her mother. Simple, neutral, and safe.

But, sticking out of the pile, was a pillow that was anything but simple and neutral. It was fluffy, adorned with cartoon characters, and brightly, almost garishly, coloured. Katherine smiled to herself.

Good old Terri, may she never grow up.

Yolanda opened a pair of doors leading off the hall.

"Look who I found." she declared, beckoning Katherine through.

Katherine walked in and found herself in a spacious lounge. Against the far wall was a large fireplace with an equally large television above playing a music video. Facing this were three sofas (large) arranged in a 'U'-shape. On the arm of one of these was perched Claire, watching the TV and idly swinging a leg in time to the music. The sofas surrounded a low, rectangular coffee table (surprisingly not quite so large) and it was on the floor either side of this that Terri and Fiona were sitting.

They were playing some sort of board game that Katherine didn't recognise. Terri's back was to the door and didn't see Katherine walk in.

"Kat!" Fiona waved enthusiastically and then, as soon as Terri turned to look, quickly moved some of the pieces on the board. "How ya doing?"

"Erm... good, I guess?" Katherine replied as the other two girls said their hellos. What else was she supposed to say? It had only been a few hours since she had last seen everyone at school.

To Katherine's intense relief, her friends hadn't dressed up for the occasion. She had chosen the most inoffensive top and most unremarkable pair of jeans that she owned and it looked like the girls had just thrown on whatever made them comfortable.

Fiona and Claire were both in jeans as well, although Claire's blonde hair was hidden beneath a baggy hoodie. Terri was wearing some sort of yoga crop-top and pants combo that was close-fitting enough to put unwelcome thoughts into Katherine's head. She was also barefoot for some reason, which was even more distracting. Yolanda, meanwhile, looked smart in a designer skirt and matching blouse. But then, looking smart was what she did. Katherine wasn't sure Yolanda even knew what casual clothing was.

"Tha kitchen's tha other side of tha hall an’ tha loo's over there." said Fiona as she pointed vaguely, her attention back on the game. "Help yerself if ya need anything."

"Thank you, Fiona," Yolanda replied in an annoyed voice before addressing Katherine, "I was about to say that. But yes, there's soft drinks available and we'll be ordering some food in later. In the meantime, just make yourself at home and relax."

With that, Yolanda left the room, saying that she was going to use the bathroom.

But I'm not at home. thought Katherine. I know how to relax at home. What can I do here? This isn't my house! Do I sit? Do I stand? What do I do??

Then a shocked voice broke into her thoughts.

"The hell?! How did you do that? I was beatin' you by bloody miles!"

"Ya just haven't got the skills, Te." came the calm reply.

"Bugger that. Set 'em up again. Katherine, you're playin' as well. Come and pick a colour."

Uttering a silent prayer of thanks to the fates, Katherine walked over to the coffee table in the centre of the lounge, sat down, and did her best to join in with the game.

As the minutes passed, and the afternoon slowly became the evening, Katherine did indeed find herself relaxing. Despite her misgivings and concerns, it was just like being with the girls at school. They talked, they laughed, they sang along with the songs on the TV, they all just... hung out. They weren't really doing anything in particular, they were simply spending time enjoying each other's company.

As for Katherine, her worries that she wouldn't know what to do soon vanished. Her friends made sure to include her in whatever they were doing. Not in a pitying way, but in a way that suggested they genuinely cared about her.

Katherine's very first sleepover was proving to be a very pleasant and calm experience with no nudity or lustful behaviour at all.

But that started to change as the evening drew on and people started to get hungry.

Food was ordered, food was delivered, and food was devoured.

As they ate, Fiona reminisced about Claire trying to answer the door in the nude on a previous sleepover just because she had a crush on the delivery driver.

"We had ta rugby tackle her ta stop her. I went ta get tha food an' kept hearing her swearing through tha kitchen door. I couldn't stop laughing. The poor wee gel with tha pizza must have thought I was crazy."

"Yet another reason to have let me do it then. I bet we could have gotten a discount too."

"Yeah, right. I'm sure they do a 'horny eejit' price plan."

"You never know until you try."

It was though a valve had been opened and all the sex talk Katherine's friends had been holding back came rushing out.

As they nibbled their starter, they talked about swimming naked in the pool outside and screwing each other on the pool chairs.

As they chewed their main, they talked about orgasm races and trying to see how much of the staircase they could get Terri to squirt over.

As they munched on their desserts, they talked about Fiona's anal experiments in the kitchen and the various household objects they'd put inside each other.

None of it was really aimed at Katherine. The girls weren't trying to impress her, or at least she didn't think they were. They didn't seem to be implying that she should join in. These were just things they did when they were together so it was something they talked about.

But it was something that was slowly setting her mind on fire. As much as she tried not to let it affect her, she couldn't stop the mental images. And she couldn't stop the nameless feeling of wanting that was building inside her.

It got so bad that Katherine found herself surprisingly disappointed when Fiona revealed the movie she had brought for everyone to watch... and it turned out not to be porn. Katherine didn't even like the stuff but the urgent signals she was getting from her crotch was messing with her brain. She found herself even wondering if she dared trying to make herself cum in the toilet across the hall.

"It's a fecking classic. Best fillum ya will see all this year. Trust me."

"It's in black and white, Fi."

"Aye. So?"

"Don't you ever watch anything from this century?"

Damnit, Claire, stop arguing. Katherine shouted in the privacy of her own head. The sooner the thing starts, the sooner it ends and the sooner I can try to sort myself out.

Thankfully, as the opening credits faded, and the story began, Katherine was able to focus more and more on the screen. And less and less on the distinctly wet patch she could feel on her underwear.

The movie was an old one, made back in the day when Hollywood thought that men always wore suits and women always looked insanely glamorous. The plot was simple, almost painfully so. Just one woman on a quest to find her first kiss before she hit the ripe old age of thirty. In Katherine's opinion, it was slow, basic, and more than a little sexist. But she could see why Fiona liked it. Her Irish friend had made no attempt how much she enjoyed looking at the female form and every woman in the movie, especially the main character, was soft-lit, flatteringly made-up, and impossibly beautiful.

The five girls watched sitting on the three sofas in the centre of the lounge. Fiona and Claire shared one on the left side of the room, on the first part of the 'U' the furniture was arranged in. Yolanda had the next sofa to herself while Katherine and then Terri occupied the third. This meant that the shorter girl's bare midriff was constantly in Katherine's peripheral vision but she tried her hardest to ignore it.

About midway through the story, just as the main character was having what seemed to Katherine to be a very melodramatic argument over nothing that mattered in the slightest, Terri got up to get a drink. She returned a few moments later with a glass of orange juice, having earlier declared that she'd had enough unhealthy stuff for the day, placed it on a coaster on the table, and sat back down. As she did so, she folded her long legs underneath herself and wound up with the very tips of the toes on one of her feet just touching Katherine's thigh.

The contact was marginal at best. Just the smallest, tiny fraction of touch. If a physicist had been passing by at that exact moment, they would have spotted the atom-thick gap between the two girls and declared it to be no contact at all. But there was no handy physicist there for Katherine. She could barely sense anything through her jeans anyway. But she could still just about feel Terri's touch.

And it burned. Oh, it burned so badly.

Katherine did her best to concentrate on the story being played out on the screen above the fireplace but she couldn't escape the feeling of Terri's body touching hers. Before long she was desperate for the movie to be over. For the whole night to be over. Just so she could go home, lock her bedroom door behind her, tear her clothes off, and maybe, just maybe, finally get the release her body had been aching for.

Finally, thankfully, the movie wound to a close. The main character kissed her one true love, much to Katherine's jealous annoyance, and the television proudly declared it to be The End.

"There's no credits?"

"I told ya. They used ta put them at tha beginning."

"Oh god... is that why that took so long?"

"That wasn't long. Credits now are so fecking long nobody watches them. This way was so much better."

Katherine automatically looked to her left, focusing on the overheard voices. Yolanda was delicately chewing on some leftover dinner while Fiona and Claire started a friendly argument about the merits of modern movie-making.

'Friendly argument'. Now there's a phrase I never thought I'd use.

She heard Terri make a thoughtful "Hmm" and she turned to look back at her.

"So what did you think of the movie, Katherine?" Terri asked, frowning slightly.

"Er... it was alright, I guess." Katherine replied, going for politeness over honesty.

"Yeah...  Y'know, it got me thinkin'. In fact, it got me thinkin' about you. You ain't never been kissed, have you?"

Katherine felt her cheeks begin to flush.

"I've kissed my mother-" she began.

"Nah, nah. I don't mean that. That's just normal family stuff, everybody does that. Even my mum used to kiss me when we were little."

Terri rearranged herself until she was on her hands and knees on the sofa, her face close to Katherine's own. It must have been Katherine's imagination but it seemed that Terri's eyes, her rich chocolate-brown eyes, were gleaming somehow.

"Nah, what I mean is," the girl continued, "you've never had someone kiss you like a lover. Never had someone kiss you for pleasure, right?"

Katherine felt herself start to sweat. She couldn't help but notice how close Terri was. How close that small, lithe, and nimble body was.

"No. Never." she managed, her heart pounding in her chest.

"See, that's a damn shame. You are so beautiful. And your lips are so kissable. Not kissin' them has to be some sort of crime."

Terri moved closer, her body now definitely within Katherine's personal space. Katherine swore she could hear her own pulse, her heart was beating that strong.

"So I was wonderin' while we was watchin' that." Terri's voice was a low, husky, purr. "Since you ain't experienced a proper kiss, a real one, I was wonderin' if you wanted me to fix that for you?"

Katherine bit her lip. This was it. The bit she'd been dreading all along. This was the peanut-butter moment.

"Of course, if you don't, that's fine. I don't do nothin' if somebody doesn't want me to. Consent is important." Terri said with a grin. "It's completely up to you."

I should say no, thought Katherine. I should say no, make my excuses, ring Mum, and go home. Go home, go to bed, and pretend all this isn't happening.

But is that what you want, Katherine? Is that what you actually, really want?

She looked within herself and made a decision.

"Kiss me." she uttered. "Please."

Terri smiled and, without saying a word, leaned silently forward. Katherine closed her eyes and tensed. To her great surprise, instead of her lips, Terri kissed her forehead first.

"See, that's just a gentle one." the other girl said. "People don't realise you don't have to just dive in there. Oh, no, no. Keep your eyes closed for now. I ain't done yet."

Terri kissed Katherine's eyelids next, delicately and softly.

"Kisses can be gentle, they can be hard, and they can be anywhere."

She kissed Katherine on the cheeks, her lips brushing the tip of Katherine's nose as she passed from the left to the right. Katherine couldn't help but moan in frustration. After all this build-up, all this waiting, she was desperate to feel Terri kiss her on the lips... and she was doing everything but.

"I hear you, I hear you. You'll just have to wait. It's one of my favourite bits now."

Katherine's mind raced as she heard those words and she tried to anticipate what would come next. Then she felt Terri's lips on her neck and she couldn't stop herself from crying out.

The pleasure, the sheer intense unyielding pleasure! Terri's touch switched between soft and hard and soft again, sometimes kissing and sometimes biting, yet every single thing she did sent shockwaves up and down Katherine's body. She could feel her nipples harden and her vagina, already badly over-excited, spasm as Terri worked her magic.

Terri moved to the other side of Katherine's neck, kissing her jawline as she did so. Katherine's overloaded mind registered the faint orange scent of Terri's shampoo before her friend renewed her assault.

Katherine moaned with pleasure then moaned with disappointment when Terri abruptly stopped. Her eyes were still tightly closed, she hadn't even thought of opening them again, so she had no idea what the other girl was doing. Then she felt pressure on her lips and she realised straight away.

Terri kissed Katherine, and the sixteen-year-old redhead simply just melted into her. Katherine was putty in Terri's hands, unable to stop the girl from doing what she wanted, unable to do anything but submit to the pleasure.

Without realising it, Katherine moved until she was practically lying down on the sofa. Terri was on top, holding herself up as she worked.

Katherine's first kiss quickly became her first French kiss as she felt Terri's tongue slip between her lips. She'd always thought that would feel strange, but now it felt completely natural. Just an extension of something beautiful and pure.

There surely can be no pleasure greater than this. Katherine thought to herself contentedly.

But then she felt Terri's hand on her inner thigh.

She felt the hand slowly, inexorably, move up her leg. Without thinking, almost without being aware of it, she parted her legs, spreading them to give Terri unobstructed access.

Terri's fingers trailed across Katherine's jeans, almost but not quite tickling her, until they reached their goal. Katherine groaned into Terri's mouth as she felt the other girl's fingers on her pussy. It was through one layer of denim and one of cotton but somehow Terri knew just what to touch and where. As her kissing increased in intensity and passion, her knowing fingers rubbed Katherine's clitoris, making Katherine gasp with shock.

After a short while, Katherine honestly had no idea how long, Terri broke off.

"I think it's time we took all this off, don't you?"

Katherine opened her eyes, saw Terri gesturing at her clothes, and mutely agreed. She didn't trust herself to be able to speak.

Terri helped Katherine take her top and bra off, then quickly took her own clothes off as Katherine removed her jeans and panties.

"Damn, Katherine. Your tits are amazing." Terri said with a soft whistle of appreciation.

Katherine didn't reply. She was too busy staring at Terri. She'd seen other girls in the nude before, it was hard not to when Physical Education was a thing at school. But this wasn't people getting showered and changed, this was different. This was a gorgeous young girl who was naked because of Katherine. For Katherine. Because she found Katherine sexy. It was mind-blowing.

It didn't hurt that Terri looked incredible as well. Her body was everything Katherine had imagined. It was small and petite and absolutely perfect. From her tiny boobs to her smooth stomach to, and Katherine couldn't help but staring, her completely bald pussy. Terri's lips were as small as the rest of her and peeked out from a pubis that was totally hair-free. Katherine had never seen anything like that before. It was intoxicating.

"You like?" Terri laughed.

Katherine nodded.

"You want to touch?" Terri cupped her breasts and pushed them together. The only thing she still had on was a small, golden locket on a chain around her neck. Her breasts were so small that, even pushed together, the locket still glinted between them.

Katherine nodded again.

"Good girl. But you'll have to wait. I have more kissin' to do."

That was fine with Katherine. Kissing had rapidly become one of her most enjoyable things to do. But, as she closed her eyes and waited in anticipation, it quickly became apparent that Terri had something else in mind.

A brief feeling of hot breath on her breast was all the warning she got before Terri clamped her lips on a painfully-erect nipple. Katherine's scream of ecstasy was cut shot as Terri's fingers once again returned to her pussy. This time there was nothing in the way to stop Terri from doing whatever she wanted.

She's inside me. Oh my god, she's actually inside me!

Katherine's mind, already ruined by the sensations Terri had caused, was unable to articulate things any further. Terri moved from nipple to nipple and back again, never settling, never letting Katherine get used to what was happening. She bit and she licked and she sucked, all the while her fingers were buried deep in Katherine's pussy and her thumb was firmly attached to Katherine's clit.

Katherine's mind simply couldn't cope.

"And finally," Terri said, her lips brushing the nipple she'd last been working on. "There's one last place that needs kissin'. And this one's my absolute favouritist of all."

Katherine didn't reply. She couldn't reply. She just reached up, her hands moving as if they had a mind of her own, and played with her nipples as Terri slowly kissed her way down Katherine's stomach.

Katherine dimly realised what Terri was up to and bent her legs, giving the girl more access. Terri moved into position and it was then that she nearly ruined everything.

"Holy shit! You've got red pubes!"

Katherine's eyes shot open and her legs tried to slam shut but her muscles were too weak to do so.

"Nah, nah," said Terri softly. "It's okay. I like it. It's like your pussy is on fire!"

She pushed Katherine's legs back apart with very little effort and, before Katherine could object, before Katherine could think about objecting, Terri went down on her.

And Katherine's mind stopped working completely.

She thought she'd experienced pleasure before. She thought the kissing was good. The nipple play. The fingering. But all of it was nothing compared to the onslaught of pleasure that came from Terri's mouth on her pussy.

Terri was an expert. She lapped at Katherine's long-suffering clitoris. She ran her tongue along every nook and cranny of Katherine's most intimate areas. She stuck her tongue deep, oh so deep, inside Katherine, licking up every drop of juice she could find and swallowing them with pleasure.

And the more she did it, the wetter Katherine got.

Katherine's hands and fingers rested unmoving upon her breasts. All her thoughts and all her energy was focused on the small, raven-haired, temptress that was eating her out. Katherine's mother could have walked in at that moment and not only would Katherine not have cared, she wouldn't even have noticed.

Terri slid her middle and ring finger into Katherine and added G-spot stimulation to her assault. Katherine felt a familiar pressure start to rise in her. The pleasure was almost too much for her body to bear. But Terri sensed it and kept her masterfully on the edge, never letting Katherine get past the peak but never letting her back down from it either.

Katherine couldn't stand it.

"Terri." she begged breathlessly. "Please."

"Hmm?" was the muffled reply, the vibration from the noise making Katherine groan even more.

"Please." she all but sobbed. "Make me cum."

Terri didn't reply but Katherine felt her grin. Then she felt Terri turn up the pressure.

Her fingers moved faster, pummeling Katherine's G-spot so hard the juices were pouring out of her hard. Her tongue moved faster, lashing Katherine's clit into submission. Katherine felt herself getting closer and closer.

Through the fog she felt Terri's hand sliding under her bottom. She couldn't comprehend why. Until she felt a finger pressing against her tight, unsuspecting, anus and her world exploded.

Katherine's entire body froze as the wave of pleasure crashed into her. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't even think, all she could do was hold on for dear life. The feeling was too much, not a single part of her could handle it. It wasn't pleasure, it was something more primal, something white-hot and powerful that she couldn't process.

Then she was released and her whole body shook, every part of her convulsing as orgasm after orgasm hit her. She cried out wordlessly as the ecstasy took over her, her back arching off the sofa as she came hard over and over again.

Finally the feelings passed, and she lay there, panting, her mind reeling from what had happened to her.

"Damn. That looked intense."

She opened her eyes and tried to focus. In front of her, wearing a proud and happy smile, was none other than Terri herself. The girl who'd just given Katherine her very first orgasm.

Katherine instantly burst into tears.

"Whoa. Fuck. Are you okay?" Terri's smile vanished.

Katherine nodded wanly and did her best to stem the flow.

"It's just... ," she tried between sobs, "It's just... I never thought... anybody would... ever want to do that... to do that to me."

Terri smiled again, kindly this time, and made a tutting noise with her teeth. She reached out a hand and wiped away some of Katherine's tears.

"Katherine, babe. I've wanted to do that since the moment I met you. You're stupidly gorgeous."

Katherine's tears started anew.

"Hey, now. Enough of that." Terri continued. "Look. I heard what happened to you before and it's horrible. But you can't dwell on pain in the past. You gotta move beyond it. Trust me on this, I know. You're in a better place now. And you're with better people."

Terri paused as a thought occurred to her.

"In fact," she added, "I want you to remember somethin'. You're not just one of us now. We're one of you too."

Katherine thought about this one. As her breathing and pulse slowly returned to normal, it felt like her brain was starting to recover as well. Slowly she was coming back to Earth.

"What?" she said eventually.

"Okay," laughed Terri, "so it sounded better in my head. But you know what I mean."

Katherine thought she did and smiled happily at the other girl. She truly was with better people, after all.

With better people. She repeated those words to herself trying to work out what her battered mind was trying to tell her. Better people. Better people...

OTHER people.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she hurriedly tried to sit up. She cast a hurried glance to her left, dreading what she'd see.

But, instead of seeing young women looking shocked and appalled at what had happened in front of them, she saw two naked bodies intertwined with each other.

It took a moment for her to work out what was where and then she realised that Claire and Fiona were locked in a passionate 69. Now that her attention wasn't just on what was happening on her sofa, Katherine realised she could hear the occasional moan and groan as her friends pleasured each other.

She couldn't quite see Yolanda from her position.

"How are you feelin'? Do you think you've recovered?" Terri asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Probably. Look, Terri, that was... I mean, thank you... I...  I don't know what to say."

Terri leaned in and kissed her. This kiss was different to before. It was soft, gentle, and kind. The kiss of a friend.

"That's all the thanks I need." Terri answered when they separated. "Listen... do you want to keep goin'?"

Katherine didn't hesitate. She could feel her body's lustful urges starting to rise again. She was sore, she was shaky, but no way was she finished yet.

"Definitely." she replied.

"You sure? I know that must have taken it out of you. If you're done, you're allowed to be. Nobody does what they don't want to here."

"Terri, shush," said Katherine with a smile of her own. "What's next?"

Terri grinned her trademark grin and stood up, gesturing for Katherine to join her

"Well, before you do anythin' else, I think it'd be nice if you thanked our host, don't you?"

Katherine dragged herself off the sofa, feeling her legs wobble slightly as she stood, and looked to where Terri was pointing.

"I've never done that before. I don't know how." she stuttered, her resolve wavering a little.

"You learn by doin'. C'mon."

Terri took Katherine by the hand and walked her over to the middle sofa. There sat Yolanda. The black girl was completely naked, her legs spread wide and a small bullet-sized vibrator in her fingers between them.

"Yolanda." said Terri.

"Terri." said Yolanda.

"Katherine?" said Terri.

Katherine said nothing. She didn't need asking twice. She knelt down on the floor, pausing briefly to admire the way Yolanda's dark skin contrasted beautifully with the pink of her inner womanhood. She licked her lips, took a deep breath, and then she got to work.

"Hey, Katherine..." whispered Terri in her ear, her voice warm and soft. "... welcome to the club."

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CHAPTER 6 - Aftermath

It was 10 o'clock the next morning. Katherine dumped her bag and her pillow in the back of her mother's car and achingly slid into the passenger seat.

"Good morning, sunshine!" her mother trilled. "Doesn't look like you got much sleep. Everything go okay?"

Katherine yawned in reply.

"We didn't get to bed until late. We were busy."

"But it went well?" her mother persisted.

Katherine turned to wave at her friends. The four of them were standing at the door to the house, having come to see her off.

And they were her friends. That was something she was sure of now. Terri, Yolanda, Fiona, even Claire. They'd accepted her into their group without hesitation and she realised that, somewhere along the line, she'd accepted them too.

They were the Bad Girls Club and she was a proud and happy member.

Katherine laughed to herself. It was still such a silly name.

"It went very well." she told her mother and leaned her head against the headrest as the car slowly drove up Yolanda's drive and on to the main road.

"Good! It's about time, too. You've been through so much. And I was really hoping I didn't have to come down here and open a can of whoop-ass."

Katherine yawned again.

"I don't think that's what the phrase is, Mum."

"Doesn't matter. Anybody messes with my girl and they've got trouble, that's what matters."

Katherine smiled.

"I love you, Mum."

"And I love you too, baby. Always. Hey, and I love your hair! Very stylish!"

Katherine reached up and touched her braids.

"Yeah, that was Yolanda. She said she couldn't resist."

"She sounds like somebody who's used to getting her own way."

"Oh yes." Katherine agreed with another yawn and closed her eyes.

She thought about all the things that had happened to her since she and her mother had moved to this town. And she thought about all the wonderful things that she knew were still waiting to happen.

She thought about her friends and she thought about all the various things she'd done over the last few hours. All the things she'd never dreamed she'd ever be able to do.

She put a finger against her lips and thought about what it was like to have her very first kiss.

"Hey, Mum." said Katherine with a tired, quiet, voice.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I think I like peanut butter now."

And with that, exhausted but happy, she finally fell asleep.

THE END