From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Fairies 1  of 8   
      
   by bobandcarole   
                      Chapter 1: Karen and Tina at Play   
      
         "I'M CUMMMING!!!  OH OH OH I'M CUMMING!! OHH HERE I CUMMMMMMMMM!!   
   I'M CUMMING LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN!!" the lady shrieked, her size 48D   
   boobs wobbling and bouncing grotesquely.   
      
         "Eww, gross!" Karen recoiled.  "Shut it off!  Shut that thing off!   
   I'm sure glad my chest doesn't look like that!"  She held her arms out   
   in front of her and leaned back, as if trying to hold up monsterous bags   
   of flesh bulging out of her body.  "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she mocked the screen,   
   and burst into uncontrollable giggles.   
      
         Tina vigorously nodded her agreement, and snatched up the controls   
   to the VCR.   
      
         "OH!!!  STUFF YOUR STEEL-HARD HOT-ROD UP MY HOT JUICY LOVE-CHANNEL!!   
   OHHHH!!!!  OHH!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN, I'M CUMM-"   
      
         Tina had mercifully found the mute button.  The silence was golden.   
   She kept hitting buttons, trying to find the right one to kill the image   
   as well.  "What's that stuff smeared all over her lips?" she asked her   
   best friend.   
      
         "Toothpaste," Karen told her.  "Unless you mean the slobber running   
   down her chin."   
      
         "No, toothpaste is green," Tina countered.  "That stuff is red,   
   like blood."   
      
         "Well, then it must be blood toothpaste!" Karen giggled.  "Whatever   
   it is, it sure is ugly.  And it looks like she's got a black eye, too."   
      
         "Yea, two of 'em," Tina agreed.  "And look what she did to her   
   ears.  How gross!"  Up on the screen, the cow kept bobbing up and down,   
   the rocks and metal suspended from holes in her earlobes jangling like   
   windchimes in an earthquake.  Tina ran her finger along a row of buttons   
   on the control, and the VCR finally shut off.  The tape slid out.   
      
         Karen took it delicately in between her thumb and forefinger, and   
   pulled it out, holding it at arm's length while holding her nose with   
   her other hand.  Tina put her hand over her nose, put her other hand on   
   Karen's shoulder, and they paraded down the hall together, to the master   
   bedroom, chanting, "We're coming like a freight train!  We're coming   
   like a freight train!  Woo! Wooooooo!"   
      
         By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were too full of   
   giggles to keep up the chant.  Karen tossed the tape back onto the top   
   shelf in the closet where they'd found it, and they ran out the back   
   door, chasing and tickling each other.   
      
         "Want to go swimming?" Karen asked.   
      
         "Yea!" Tina eagerly agreed.  "I'll turn on the water for you."  She   
   ran over to the house faucet while Karen pulled the other end of the   
   hose over to the old bathtub resting on boards between the flower garden   
   and the swingset.  "Ready?" she called.   
      
         "Let 'er rip!" Karen shouted back.  She held the hose over the tub   
   and waited for the blast.  When it came, she moved her finger over the   
   end of the hose and sprayed water back and forth into the tub, making it   
   foam up and dance around merrily.  Tina waited by the faucet.  "That's   
   enough!" Karen eventually announced, and the flow stopped.  She dropped   
   the hose.  "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she laughed, and reached down   
   to pull her dress up over her head.   
      
         "No fair!  You always do that!" Tina objected, trying to pull her   
   own dress off while high-stepping through the middle of the flower   
   garden, the most direct path.  Jerking it off her arms, she tossed it   
   aside into the flowers and ran faster.  The sun dress fell across a tall   
   stand of zinnias, and lay drooping miserably, as if already missing the   
   touch of the soft warm little girl's body it was meant to hold.   
      
         Karen already had her panties down to her ankles.  She sat on the   
   end of the tub and raised her left leg, pulling it free.  She kicked   
   her right foot, sending her panties flying.  They hit Tina square in the   
   face as she approached, intent on getting her own panties down without   
   stumbling.  Karen giggled and leaned back, holding her arms and legs out   
   wide.  She fell back into the tub with a smile, the sort of smile that   
   on a little girl always boasts 'betcha ya can't not love me!'   
      
         Tina freed her head from Karen's panties, and bent over to free her   
   legs from her own.  Naked at last, she hopped over the edge of the tub   
   and splashed in.  She scooped up a double handful of water and tossed it   
   at her friend.  Karen retaliated immediately, and within minutes, the   
   girls had the tub half empty again.   
      
         "Let's play on the swings!" Karen suggested.  She stood and stepped   
   out of the tub.   
      
         Tina, always the follower in the friendship because she was a year   
   younger than Karen, threw one last handful of water, then rose from the   
   tub, her long black hair dripping, sticking to her back and her chest.   
   She collected it in her arms, pulling it behind her head, her elbows up   
   and wide as she faced the sun.  Her ribs stood out on her pale chest as   
   she held her wet hair in one hand and squeezed a stream of water from it   
   with the other.  "Braid me?" she asked.   
      
         Karen moved behind Tina and began working the hair in and out, in   
   and out, making a long braid between her friend's delicate shoulder   
   blades, on down the middle of her back, and finishing up with a small   
   tuft of hair laying lightly between Tina's softly rounded bare bottom   
   cheeks.  "I don't have anything to hold it," she apologized.   
      
         "That's alright, it's good enough for now," Tina decided.  "It   
   tickles my bottom, when I move my head.  See?"  She moved her head   
   forward and back, tickling herself awhile.  Envious, Karen watched,   
   wishing her own hair hadn't been cut so short.   
      
         "Now me," Karen commanded.  "I want pigtails this time."  She   
   turned her back on Tina and gathered her own shoulder-length blond hair   
   on either side of her head, twisting it in each hand.  "Look at me, I'm   
   a scarecrow!" she laughed, and struck a pose with her arms out wide, a   
   hank of hair in each hand, her right knee raised at a silly angle.  Tina   
   giggled and began to braid the left side.  Karen held the pose as long   
   as she could, then lowered her knee back down and stood with her legs   
   apart, letting Tina work.   
      
         "Yours aren't going to stay unless we get something for them," Tina   
   warned.  "I have an idea.  Stay there and hold them a bit!"  She passed   
   the ends of the braids into Karen's hands and ran to the wooden fence   
   that separated Karen's back yard from her own.  She ducked and turned   
   sideways and slipped through a narrow opening.   
      
         "Hey!" Karen called, as she saw her friend's bottom disappear from   
   sight.  Tina didn't answer, so Karen stood and waited, still holding her   
   braids out in her hands.  She felt chilly from the water evaporating off   
   her naked body, and shivered.  She didn't have long to wait, before Tina   
   popped through the opening, her hands full of weeds.   
      
      
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