Daddy Doesn't Want Me Making Love with Boys

An excerpt from Daddy Doesn't Want Me Making Love with Boys

"You're skin is so soft and smooth," Laura whispered, her hands slowly sliding down Ishana body. The other girls had all gone by now. The locker room was empty except for the two of them. Their jerseys and shorts lay on the bench where they had dropped them before their shower.

The Indian wanted badly to touch the other girl, but her conscience held her back. If her father found out, she would be punished severely. "I can't."

Laura cupped her small breast gently and gazed into her eyes. Then she bent and let her wet tongue snake out to lick the dark bud of the taller girl's nipple. A thrill went thru Ishana, making her shiver in Laura's arms.

Ishana's fluttering heart began to pound heavily. "I thought your father doesn't— He said—"

Laura touched her lips. "Shh." She looked up at her slender friend; the dark hair fell around her eyes. "It's okay," she whispered. "You're not a boy."

Ishana bit her lip. Desire flooded her body. Her skin flushed warmly as she accepted Laura's embrace. Their warm bodies touched: breast to breast, belly to belly, thigh to creamy thigh. Laura caressed Ishana's small, round bottom and kissed her pretty friend's soft lips.

"My father will whip me," Ishana whispered.

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