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  1. Here's a quick preview of "A Helping Hand". It's the second story in the new series of Celes shorts, and will probably post sometime today or tomorrow. ============================= Celes writhed and whimpered as she neared her peak, her fingers flashing between her legs. Next to her in the bed, Anna did the same. “Yes! Yes!” Anna cried out, and then suddenly screamed to the ceiling above. The sound of her friend coming set Celes off as well. Her scream joined Anna’s, echoing back from the walls. The pair thrashed on the bed, riding the tide of euphoric release until it slowly ebbed. They looked at each other’s flushed faces at the same time and broke out into weak laughter. Ever since Anna had taught her how to reach her peak, the two had masturbated together at every opportunity. They quickly discovered that the feeling was even more amazing when they could voice their pleasure. At Celes’ house on the edge of town, there was nobody to overhear them, allowing them to indulge in that wonderful addition – and not just at night. The two friends panted for breath in the afterglow of their orgasms, bathed in the light of the rising sun. Finally, Anna sighed and said, “I suppose we should wash up and get started.” Quite reluctantly, Celes nodded, and the two climbed out of bed. While they washed and dressed, Celes was struck by something she hadn’t felt since her parents died. The house felt like home with Anna there. Everything still reminded her of her parents, but Anna’s presence dulled the pain. Anna tugged at her dress and hefted her bosom, trying to get the heavy globes to settle into a relatively comfortable position. Then she said, “Ready?” “Aye,” Celes answered with a smile, and the two set out – Anna to her chores, and Celes to collect the laundry of neighbors, which she washed and mended to make her way in the world.
  2. Here's an unedited preview of "The Right Touch" which will be a website exclusive, and part of a quartet of stories ( + 1 separate, dark chapter ) going into detail of Celes' explanation to Danica of how she came to understand and accept her sexuality. ================= The evening was warm, though the sun was sinking toward the horizon. Two dark-haired young women sat on a bench, joining many others their age in the ritual dance of courtship. Celes offered a shy smile to the young man looking at her from across the darkening square. She had a hard time not breaking out into laughter, but practice makes perfect, and she maintained the illusion. She saw him smile back just as she turned to her friend Anna. “You’ll have that one coming to talk to you soon,” Anna whispered using her uncanny ability to talk with only the slightest movement of her lips. She was busy fluttering her eyelashes at another boy. Celes was of two minds about that possibility. The game of flirting with boys was fun, and she had to admit that when one of them showed interest in her, it made her feel tingly all over. She was hardly ignorant of what that feeling was or what the boys wanted, but the prospect of exploring further was still quite frightening to her. Fortunately – or perhaps unfortunately – the young man couldn’t summon up the courage to come talk to her just yet. The object of Anna’s flirtations seemed likewise skittish. The setting sun slowly surrendered to fluttering torchlight, prompting a few couples to seek the shadows created. Still others abandoned the square entirely. “It’s as if they never learn,” Anna said, and then giggled. “Yesterday, I...” Celes followed her friend’s gaze as Anna trailed off, and her breath caught in her chest. Tamaris was the son of a wealthy trader from a faraway land. Unlike the boys of her village who were desperately trying to grow the beards that decorated the faces of their elders, he was clean-shaven. It made him appear exotic and younger than his years. Celes was entranced by and frightened of him at the same time. Anna’s feelings about him were far clearer. One night when Celes had been at home sick, Tamaris had sought her friend out and aggressively pressed himself on her. Feeling threatened, she had run home. When he glanced at them and offered a roguish smile, Anna’s features hardened. “Why don’t we go back to your house?” Celes offered. Anna nodded, keeping her hard gaze fixed on Tamaris as she stood. He chuckled and made his way toward an older blonde girl. Celes took her friend’s hand as they walked and said, “Just forget him.” Anna smiled. “I already have.”
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