Date: Sat, 02 Apr 2005 03:09:57 -0500
From: harald v <haraldv1@loveable.com>
Subject: all masked up and ready to go

THE FOLLOWING STORY DEALS WITH LESBIAN YOUTH EXPLORATION, AND WITH FETISHES
(MASK). IF ANY OF THIS BOTHERS YOU, DO NOT READ FURTHER.

I DO LIKE, AND RESPOND TO EMAIL: haraldv1@loveable.com Thanks.


Erin Webb, her daughter Kylie, and Kylie's friend Sarah Petrucelli passed
through security at the brand new San Diego airport with no problem. Kylie
retrieved her gray backpack while Erin and Sarah each grabbed a huge navy
blue tote bag that they had all helped pack. They were off to find Gate 38
to board RimAir Flight 77 to Tokyo. This was a flight that Erin had
promised Kylie a few months ago. For her good grades, Kylie would be
allowed to take a school friend anywhere in the world she wanted in the
spring of 2003, which this day fell in. Kylie naturally chose Sarah, who
had been her best friend since Kylie was 6 and Sarah 8.
	Kylie was now twelve, a precocious, studious, lovely girl who had
already graduated eighth grade. She was four feet, ten inches tall, and
very slim. Her skin had a dark tan to it. She had light brown hair with
subtle blonde streaks, and beautiful brown eyes. She kept her hair in a
pony tail, held together with a black scrunchie. Today, she wore a black
cotton v-neck blouse, a black miniskirt, black stockings, and black mary
janes. With her somewhat tight-fitting blouse, one could see that she was
just beginning to develop breasts. At this stage, they appeared somewhat
droopy, and protruded about the width of a plum.  Her friend Sarah was an
equally lovely girl. Like Kylie, she wasn't dainty, but had obviously not
become a woman yet. Sarah was fourteen years old, and a frequent classmate
of Kylie. She was five feet tall and fairly slim, but athletic, from being
on their club soccer team. Sarah had a very subtle tan. She wore her
slightly wavy platinum blonde hair down, where it reached her shoulders.
She always accentuated it with a pink barette. Her eyes were bright blue,
which matched much of what she was wearing today. Today, she wore a powder
blue button up shirt, a dark blue denim miniskirt, white cable-knit tights
and gray sneakers. Sarah got cold pretty easily, so she was sure to wear
her navy blue zip up hoodie, which she had the zipper down on at that
point.
	"Look!" Sarah ponted at a sign. "38, right? This must be it."
	"Yuppers. RimAir 77. Good eyes." Erin said.
	Erin stepped out of the gate area for a walk, thinking she'd get
some last minute things at the convenience store by Gate 46.
	"So...excited?!?!" Kylie beamed.
	"Yeah! You ever had sushi?" Sarah asked curiously.
	"Ick! Never had it here. I'm certainly not having it there!" said
Kylie.
	"Awww. Live a little!" said Sarah.
	"What if it has, like...dog meat? Ethnic food here often isn't like
it is in the actual country." offered Kylie.
	"Hmm." Sarah pondered Kylie's point.
	"So, did you bring those PJ's your grandma sent you?" Kylie asked,
changing the subject.
	"Uhhhh. Noooo!! Besides, there'll be complimentary kimonos at this
place we're staying at. That cool or what?!" said Sarah.
	"Awww. But you looked so cuuute in those footie jammies you wore at
the sleepover!" Kylie giggled.
	"My mother made me wear them." Sarah rolled her eyes in resentment.
"Who wears footie PJ's beyond, like...six? Who, I ask?"
	"Well...I do. And I'm twelve." Kylie offered. "If they keep you
warm, who cares, right?"
	"I guess. But we're getting KIMONOS! How cool is that?" Sarah
beamed.
	"Cool." giggled Kylie, unimpressed.
	Sarah looked up and saw Erin in the distance. Erin, who was thirty,
was about five feet, ten inches tall. She had long, blonde, ponytailed
hair, brown eyes, and a moderate tan.  She was wearing a pink shirt,
whitewash denim shorts, white socks and white sneakers. This showed off her
rather athletic build. She was also quite obviously wearing a push up bra,
which accentuated what looked like C-cup breasts.
	Erin got up to where the girls were sitting, and gave them each a
white plastic bag.
	"Here you kids go. Just some stuff I bought you to pass the
time. Just a little 'care package' 'cause I care about you two." Erin said,
laughing at her own corny demeanor.
	"Thanks, Mom", said Kylie.
	"Yeah, thanks!" said Sarah.
	Kylie and Sarah peeked into their bags, taking things out as they
went. They both got a big bag of cheese popcorn, a package of Twizzlers, a
bag of beef jerky, and a pen and crozzword puzzle book.
	"I have something else for you two. You might not like it, but it's
for your own good" said Erin in a rare motherly tone.
	"Ooookay." Kylie laughed.
	Kylie watched Sarah open up the box given her first. Sarah pulled
out a black, disposable dust mask with a small, white valve on the
front. Dangling from it were two yellow rubber bands. Sarah looked at Kylie
in horror and then at Erin. She watched as Kylie, who appeared unfazed,
placed the mask over her nose and mouth. She brought the top band and
rested it above her ears, and stretched the lower band down to the base of
her neck. She pressed both sides of the nose clip together, tightening the
seal.
	"Oh my god!", Kylie stared at Sarah, tears welling up in her eyes.
	"Kylie, stand up and look straight ahead in the distance." urged
Sarah.
	Kylie stood up, dropping the mask to the floor. In the far end of
the seating area, she saw a group of about twentyfive passengers, mostly in
their twenties, all presumably Japanese, and all female. They looked like
they might be exchange students. Some were in jeans and hoodies, others
were dressed more formally. She noticed that they all were wearing surgical
masks, some green, some white, some yellow.
	"See? We're not alone." said Sarah.
	"Uh huh. But---Uhhh. Why?" asked Kylie, still shaking.
	"Well, in Japan, people mask themselves to avoid spreading the
common cold. It's just basically a fashion accessory. Not weird at all to
them." explained Sarah.
	"Hmmm." Kylie sniffled, eyes red from crying.
	"And with that SARS thing that Mr. Thompson talked about.in
science..." started Sarah.
	"Better safe than sorry, huh?" finished Kylie.
	Sarah grabbed Kylie's mask from the floor.
	"Sit down, Ky. I'll help you out." offered Sarah.
	Kylie sat down and turned her head toward Kylie. Sarah gently held
the black mask over Kylie's nose and mouth. She brought one yellow band to
the base of Kylie's neck, and the other to the crown of her head.
	"Wait. Ky, hold still." said Erin, face also masked. Erin pulled up
Kylie's ponytail so the top rubber band could rest underneath it. "That's
better. Your pony tail was caught. Ooooookay, now you girls need to keep
your facemasks on until we get into the hotel. SARS is a very serious
thing, and everybody in Tokyo will be on guard. It's only about a fifteen
hour flight."
	"RIMAIR IS PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THE GENERAL BOARDING OF FLIGHT 77:
NON-STOP SERVICE TO TOKYO." announced a ticket agent over the intercom.
	"OK, guys. Let's go. We're seats 8A, B and C." chirped Erin.
	The girls followed Erin into the seats, Erin in the window seat,
Kylie in the middle, and Sarah in the aisle. They all buckled up. Sarah got
a big blanket for the girls to share. The girls proceeded to doze off
immediately, Kylie resting her head on Sarah's shoulder.

	Sarah woke up after only two hours to find that Kylie had
inadvertently put her hand in Sarah's lap. Sarah glanced over to her left
and saw that Kylie was still sound asleep. Apparently her mask ceased to
bother her. Sarah pleasantly sighed. She had long been questioning her own
sexuality. She and Kylie had always been close, but lately she had begun to
feel closer somehow.
	Sarah's heart began to race. She could feel a gentle but distinct
tingling between her legs. Seeing that just about her whole body was
covered by a thick blanket, she felt a hightened sense of privacy that she
was eager to take advantage of. She slowly lowered her right hand down her
body and flipped up her skirt, struggling to get her hand underneath her
tights.
	Oblivious to what Sarah was doing, Kylie jerked upward, still
asleep, and rested her head on Erin's shoulder, startling Sarah. Sarah
caught her breath and continued to discreetly slide her right hand down to
her vagina, which was already sticky and warm. She began to slowly insert
her index finger into her bald vagina, making a slow "come hither"
motion. She began to breath very deeply, trying to pass it off as sighing.
	Sarah looked quickly at the passenger on the other side of the
aisle, making sure she didn't notice. She then began to thrust her vagina
with two fingers, making sure to move only her fingers, and not her
arm. Fairly easy to do, as Sarah's vaginal walls were completely coated
with thick lubrication now. Her nipples were hard now, and even her face
was becoming pleasantly sensitized to the mask covering it. It was starting
to tingle. Sarah let out a loud grunt, which was a feeble attempt at
stifling an even louder moan. Her body became rigid.
	"Sarah, what ARE you doing, dear?" Kylie asked suddenly, giggling.
	Sarah gasped.
	"Wha...? Oh. Uhhhh....nothing." An uncomfortable silence ensued. "I
gotta go to the bathroom."
	"Actually, so do I." said Kylie.
	Kylie led the way to the front lavatories. She entered the
left-side lavatory. She took Sarah's hand and led her in as well. No one
seemed to notice. Kylie then slid down her panties, which, oddly, were
white, not black.She sat on the toilet.
	"Lock the door." said Kylie.
	Sarah obliged. Kylie then took off her mask, casting it aside.
	"Take off your facemask." she said to Sarah.
	Sarah obliged---for a moment.
	Holding her mask an inch or two over her mouth, Sarah asked,
"Wait. One or two?"
	"Two." Kylie said.
	"Oh, gawwwwd." Sarah gagged, resting her mask on her face again.
	"But there's lots of time for that. First things first. I want you
to go down on me."
	Kylie spread her legs. Sarah got on her knees. She shyly moved her
head forward, and started to gently kiss Kylie's bald clitoris. Kylie
gasped. Sarah then began to move her tongue up and down gently but
quickly. Meanwhile, Kylie reached up underneath her blouse and started to
massage her small breasts. She moaned softly amidst her heavy, quick
breathing.
	Suddenly, Sarah began to notice her lips and chin were squirted by
a thick, musky-smelling, fluid from Kylie's vagina. Sarah moved her tongue
to just below it. She then took her left hand and began rubbing Kylie's
clitoris while lapping up the thick secretions that were constantly oozing
out of her vagina now. Kylie held on to the metal bar beside her as her
back started to arch. She grunted seven or eight times as her body started
to go into spasms of extacy. About fourty seconds later, Kylie's body
relaxed. She took a deep breath.
	Kylie got up from the toilet and embraced Sarah. She opened her
mouth and began to kiss her, sliding her tongue slowly but steadily into
Sarah's mouth, making them both moan. For the first time, Kylie could taste
her own vaginal secretions. She had never experienced that before, even
though she had learned to masturbate at age nine.
	Kylie lifted Sarah's skirt and wedged her hand underneath Sarah's
damp underpants and tights. She began to stroke Sarah's bald vagina, which
was oozing thick, sticky secretions. Sarah moaned, spreading her legs a
bit. With one hand, Kylie started to make circluar motions on Sarah's
clitoris, and with the other, she reached up Sarah's shirt and massaged her
left breast. Sarah started to grunt loudly and repeatedly. Her breathing
became loud. Her vagina continued to drench her panties and thighs in thick
liquid. Sarah had never been so excited.
	Kylie began to thrust Sarah's vagina with her index and middle
fingers. Sarah gasped. She reached up and started to fondle her own
breasts, noticing that her nipples were now very hard. Her stomach muscles
pulled in. Her vagina forced out more of its fluid, a little of which made
it to the floor. Sarah made one prolonged moan as her orgasm hit. She
leaned, still standing, on the door to ride out the glorious minute-long
spasms.
	Once Sarah relaxed and composed herself, she realized she had
forgotten her face was covered in secretions and saliva from going down on
her friend. She began to move her arm so as to wipe it all off.
	"No! Wait! Don't! Here! Put your facemask back on. That'll cover up
my pussy juice just fine so no one will notice. Plus, you'll get to smell
me all the way to the hotel." Kylie quipped.
	Sarah put her mask back on, looking in the mirror to make sure it
was on properly.
	"OK! You gotta go now. I need to go potty." Kylie warned.
	"Ewwww! Have fun without me!" Sarah said. With that she left the
stall and reclaimed her seat.
	"What took you so long, Sarah?" Erin asked, concerned.
	"Oh, nothing." said Sarah, grinning ear to ear, something obvious
even with her mask on. "Last night's tacos didn't go down right. That's
all." Sarah then fell back asleep.

To Be Continued.