Marie looked at Ann, her expression melting into warm admiration. Then she laughed.

"Hey, you're naked!" she said, as if just noticing it.

"I'll… I'll get dressed," Ann said, blushing.

"No! Don't!" Marie said.

Again, Ann felt the girl's eyes riveted on her. But this time, the expression was softer, more probing. She instinctively brought her hands across her tits.

"Can I do that?" Marie asked quietly.

"Wha-What?" Ann asked, feeling terror and desire at the same time.

"Touch you," Marie said, raising her hands and placing them on Ann's.

The girl's fingers were like icy fire against Ann's flesh. Ann closed her eyes, feeling her body flinch with unnatural fervor.

"Yes," she heard herself say. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

The next few moments were a blur in Ann's mind. She was aware of probing fingers, of flesh against flesh, and then a hungry, eager tongue thrusting between her lips.

"This is wrong," Ann said, her mind reeling with horrible, spidery thoughts. "This is…"

"If it's wrong, then I'm glad it's wrong!" Marie whispered into Ann's mouth.

"It's… It's… It's… Oh God, I want you!" Ann said. "Yes! Oh God, yes! I want you and I will have you!"

The blur became stark reality in a sudden, sweeping moment. She looked at Marie with critical, loving eyes. The black hair, the creamy skin, the full upturned breasts, the lithe figure, the dark-brown eyes.

"Yes," she said again. "Yes, I will have you!"

Feverishly she tore away the young girl's clothing, grasping the young, firm tits with her fingertips. Her throat began to burn with hot desire, wanting those delicious nipples slipping across the roof of her mouth. She felt a hot, stabbing spasm rip into her pussy as if a cock were buried inside her cunt. She dropped to her knees and whimpered into the girl's frothy, dark crotch.