Cherry and Kitty

Cherry She's ten with copper-bright hair that catches the sun and cascades past her shoulders in soft waves. Her body is all angles and beginnings—thin arms with gentle curves, small breasts just starting to bud beneath her faded pink swimsuit top. The bottoms ride up on her narrow hips, revealing the smooth expanse of her belly and the gentle swell of her bottom. Her legs are long and pale, still soft with baby fat around her knees. Between them, her little pink slit is barely visible through the thin fabric, untouched and innocent. She's never let a boy kiss her, never even held hands. Her virginity sits intact, a tight pink pucker hidden by a thin membrane. She doesn't know how deep she could take something yet, doesn't know penetration beyond what she's seen in secret drawings she found online.

Kitty Eight years old, black hair cut in a choppy bob that frames her round face. Her body is compact and underdeveloped—flat chest, skinny arms and legs, but with a plumpness to her thighs and cheeks that says she still eats like a growing child should. Her one-piece swimsuit is too big, bunching at her waist. Her pussy is a neat little slit with dark curls just beginning to sprout at the top, lips not yet separated. No one has touched her there except when she washes herself in the bath. She knows what a blowjob is from overhearing older kids at school, but has no idea what it actually means or how it feels. Her mouth is small, lips full and pink, perfect for wrapping around things if she knew how.