"I'm sorry young lady", her mom answered "but Maria can't make it this afternoon and your dad and I need the help."

"But I was gonna...."

"Trisha, please!"

Trisha was usually lucky about these things, normally she got the day to herself, but this time she was stuck -- no doubt about it. Her parents were hosting another one of their endlessly long social get togethers and when their housekeeper couldn't make it, it was her responsibility to help out. Even if she were only a kid she still had to act the sophisticated lady, the perfect hostess. It was part of what was expected of her and her parents would not tolerate any dissent. And that's how Trisha found herself on a beautiful mid-summers afternoon serving punch to a bunch of people she didn't know (or even care to know) while listening in complete and utter boredom to her dad ramble on to one of his business partners about his wonderful daughter.

To the casual observer Trisha had everything. She was beautiful; tall and lithe with a long elegant neck and high cheekbones. Her eyes were a light china doll blue, her hair was the color of ripe wheat, and when she moved it was with a natural feminine grace that in another, earlier time would have marked her as a person of nobel birth. In addition, both her parents were successful business people (her dad was a corporate lawyer while her mom brokerd high priced real estate) so Trisha didn't lack for material possessions. She basically had everything she wanted -- or at least her parents thought so. What Trisha didn't have was their attention. Oh, they acknowledged her presence and were always quick to point out to their friends what a lovely daughter they had but they never seemed to talk to one another, or listen, or do anything together as a family. She understood that her parents loved her (or tried to, anyway) and she knew that she didn't really have any right to complain. Still, at that moment she was both mad at her dad for AGAIN turning her into a display piece, and bored out of her skull. As she stood there mechanically ladling out drinks, listening to him brag about her, she could take it no longer. When her dad had finished she politely excused herself and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Trisha leaned against the door and blew a wisp of hair from her face. Unlike her present mood Trisha's room was bright and cheerful. Warm afternoon sunshine streamed thru the south window onto the bed and its fluffy pink bedspread. Next to the bed stood her dresser and mirror. A couple of teddy bear posters hung on the wall. Trisha had a thing for teddy bears, including an old stuffed toy one that sat on the chair next to the dresser. She went over and picked it up then sat down on the edge of the bed, hugging the furry animal to her chest. Trisha was not so much bored as she was lonely. "I wish Jenny were here" she said to herself. She lay back and closed her eyes, thinking.

From an early age Trisha knew she was different. For one thing, she was incredibly shy. Although she was popular (her good looks saw to that) it was painful for her to engage in casual conversation with other people; she just didn't know what to say. Striking up a conversation with one of the boys that hung around was completely beyond her. Her parents didn't help much as they were so busy with their social activities that they had little time for encouraging hers. For Trisha, books were her escape. While reading it didn't matter that she was awkward and shy around other people, she could be anyone she wanted. Trisha also had an active imagination and lately she had taken to creating her own stories and poems. Sometimes the stories came from things she had read in her books but there were also more personal, private stories she didn't dare write down. Trisha was acutely aware of her growing just-turned-teenager sexuality and she made up stories based on her fantasies. It was while thinking about one story/fantasy in particular that Trisha finally admitted to herself that they almost all revolved around other girls. She had always been far more comfortable around girls than boys and now "comfort" had turned into sexual attraction. She wasn't particularly worried or upset with herself (Trisha was not one to question her own body) and it wasn't like she hated boys, but she did wonder if she would ever find some way to fit in with the rest of her friends; be like they were.

In one way she thought of herself as pretty lucky. She liked sex, (she could not remember a time when she didn't masturbate) and she always seemed to have at least one friend who enjoyed it as much as she did. Trisha had fooled around with a cousin once or twice, but by far the best times were with her girlfriends. She remembered especially Nicole, her best friend before she moved. Dreamily, she brought the bear to her face, inhaling deeply the pleasant, musky scent of her own cunny. Instantly she was back in her old house, laying on this same bed with the warm sun streaming onto her naked body. Beside her was Nicole and she was rubbing the toy against Trisha, masturbating her. Perhaps it was the boredom, or maybe loneliness, Trish didn't know or care; she just wanted to again feel the special warmth and excitement that memory invoked. She stood up, looked out her bedroom window. No one was near. Reaching under her dress she removed her panties, let them drop to her feet, then gracefully stepped out of them. She lay down, and lifting her dress out of the way nestled the stuffed bear between her legs. Just as in her memories the sun warmed her legs as she closed her eyes and settled into her sweet routine. She did not hear the door open as Jennifer stepped into the room.

If ever the principal of 'opposites attract' needed proof, Trisha's best friend Jennifer supplied it. With a square, boyish body, light brown skin, and dark hair worn in a thick braid over her back, Jennifer was the epitome of a tomboy. Possessed of an easy, outgoing personality, and big soulful dark eyes, she also had no trouble attracting and keeping friends. Jennifer had the natural grace of a born athlete and, unlike Trisha, took great pleasure in athletics.

The girls lived in a standard issue, middle class neighborhood: Jennifer with her father and brother. Jennifer's mother had died when she was a young child and her dad never remarried so for practical purposes Jennifer grew up in an all male household. Her dad treated her as "one of the boys"; she never did (or particularly wanted to) do the things the other girls did. It wasn't until Trisha moved in next door, about a year ago, that she even had any close girlfriends. At first Jennifer didn't know quite how to respond to her shy, quiet neighbor with the loud parents. As she started to get to know her however she realized that Trisha was not so different from her. Both girls were adventuresome in their own way, Trisha with her books and Jennifer thru athletics. They were also, in significant ways, out of place with their peers. Perhaps that's why, Jennifer finally decided, Trisha accepts me as I am -- tomboy and all. Trisha, on the other hand, could hardly believe the whole new world that Jennifer introduced her to. Jennifer took her out to the park to play catch with her brother or play basketball on the sidewalk or go roller-skating; things that she never had the courage or encouragement to try before now. However, the thing that really endeared Jennifer to Trisha was that Jennifer actually wanted to listen to her stories. Almost every weekend that spring they met, lunch bags in hand, to go walking in the nearby park. There they spent hours strolling, talking, exploring the grounds, with Trisha reciting her poems and stories. Gradually, Jennifer realized that Trisha had a deep crush on her. And to be honest, Jennifer thought, she was getting attached to her shy, beautiful friend also. Attached not only to her, but to their physical relationship as well.

From the very beginning Jennifer knew that Trisha was attracted to her body, and she was surprised by how natural and unselfconscious their sex play was. It was totally different from any "doctor games" Jennifer had ever played and she genuinely enjoyed Trisha's hugging and touching. As for Trisha, she was relieved beyond words that Jennifer did not reject her advances. Many times during those long walks, if they could find a place to be alone, Trisha would stop and lean against a tree or building and wrap her arms around Jennifer, pressing their bodies tightly together. Sometimes, with Jennifer's strong body supporting her, Trisha would bury her face in Jennifer's hair and wrap her legs around Jennifer, rubbing herself against Jennifer's hip. As they became more at ease with one other Jennifer started unbuttoning her pants, letting Trisha slip her hand beneath her panties to touch and caresses her. Soon, Jennifer was reciprocating. The first time Trisha spent the night at Jennifer's house Jennifer undressed Trisha totally then had her lie down so she could caresses her from head to foot. She even sucked Trisha's large, cherry red nipples.

Still, despite these shared intimacies, nothing prepared Jennifer for the sight of her friend, legs splayed out across her bed with the bear tucked tightly in her crotch, masturbating herself with obvious enjoyment. Jennifer gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Trisha, suddenly realizing she was not alone, bolted upright on the bed and hurriedly tried to smooth her dress. Wide eyed they stared at each other. Jennifer stammered a frustrated, embarrassed "Uhh..", then did the only other thing she could do under the circumstances; bust out laughing. Great fits of laugher racked her body, till she could no longer stand. With her back against the doorjamb she slid to the floor, hand clamped over her mouth. Meanwhile, Trisha, in a desperate effort to contain herself, buried her head into a pillow. She wasn't sure if she would die first of suffocation or a rupture. For several minutes both girls were completely incoherent with laughter, till Trisha finally brought herself under control long enough to speak.

"Oh wow, Jennifer" Trisha said, still trying to catch her breath "the look on your face...." Just thinking about it sent Trisha off onto another round of hysterical giggles.......(cont)