We are all girls, together. I cautiously turn my back, though, as I slip out of the nightie, and put on my dress. I am not sure if I am naked, wearing panties, wearing male underwear. I turn my back and hope for the best, as I struggle to quickly get the dress on. A pretty girl zips the back of my dress up for me. I turn to face her. She is very serious, keeping a secret. But she doesn't keep it long.

"I want to have lesbian sex with you," she says. She is so open about it, so honest. I hug her, and tell her, "Yes...yes..." It is crazy...I am lesbian in my heart but not my body, and she will know...

There's another room, with a curtain, and we slip through, and it's nice and cozy, with a bed. We know that we won't be disturbed, and we begin to undress. We are in our panties, two girls with such desire for each other. We kiss, very hot. Our lips meet, press together, our lipstick does make our lips stick!

Our mouths smear against each other, our lips seem to pull, we suck on each others' mouths, lips, tongues...

She kisses my little breasts. She likes my small nipples.

"I like to do it with my panties on," I whisper.

"So do I!" she says. "That's the best way!"

I have on a pair of beige panties, with a lace and paisley pattern embossed in them, very silky. The waistband is very thick with lace.

Her panties are white nylon, with black lace on the thighs. I like them alot. I can't remember seeing black lace on white panties before. I can see her pubic hair triangle through them in front..

I look down, and all I can see is the same kind of pubic hair triangle, no bulge. I am well tucked, I think. She thinks I am a woman!

We are rubbing each other, scissoring our legs, our panty-crotches are touching, very hot and very wet.

We seem to be misty, our skin very misty. We are perspiring, delicately. It is so erotic, a woman's perspiration, this mist on the skin. Little beads of perspiration are on her temples, and a trickle is down the side of her face. I kiss it, leaving a little red lipstick mark.

I begin to moan, unable to control myself, looking into her eyes. She knows what I am about to do, and she kisses my neck, urges me to do it, urges me to come for her, come in my panties for her.

There's a gush of wetness, and another, I feel the crotch of my panties soaking.

"My lips are full," she cries, "they feel so full," and somehow, in my dream image, I see a thick pat of butter melting. It's as if it's her coming, oozing from between her vaginal lips. Her panties seem to have changed color, to have become golden, her skin is blushing with her orgasm, a very pink shade.

She is behind me, zipping up my dress.

We are back in the changing room.

We walk out together, and I tell her my knees are weak, that I can barely walk because she was so good, it was so good, she was so good, it was so good...

"Don't keep talking like that," she says, her hand up to her mouth, "we don't want everyone to know!"