Between tweens My name is Jill Tiny chapter 18 by TinyLesbo

“You know what’d make her more warm?” Dana had a sudden ‘idea’, and Jill could only guess at how bad it was for her.

“Let’s both cuddle with her! That way she’ll be super warm!”

“Umm, she’s probably warm enough like this,” Marcy shivered. “Like, my pussy is warm, and she’s in it, so-“

”Your pussy???” Dana gasped.

”Y-yeah? That’s what Chloe calls hers, so it must be what it’s called.” Marcy said. Splaying her legs a little, she spied Jill’s tiny face beneath her mound, gasping for breath. “You’re warm down there, right Jill?”

Jill grunted, taking in as much air as she could while she had her chance. “If anything I’m too warm.” She gasped. “Look, Marcy. I can’t breathe like this. Can’t you please get off of me? Just for a little bit?”

”But Chloe said-“

”I know what Chloe said!” Jill hacked. “But all I can see, smell, breathe, is your damn labia, and it’s not very nice!”

”W-what’s wrong with it?” Marcy mumbled.

”Nothing’s wrong with it…” Jill groaned. “I just don’t want it in my face!”

Two naked tweens looked to each other, lost between saddened and bewildered. 

“…you wanna learn the real words?” Jill said, and that got a curious grunt out of Marcy. “Just… get off of me, okay? I’ll teach you everything you wanna know.”

”Teach?” Marcy grumbled. “Like… lessons?”

”Not if you don’t want it to be!” Jill cried, the sudden pressure from Marcy’s thighs crushing her lungs. “It’s.. stuff you should really know one way or another. Important girl stuff.”

”Welll…” Marcy bit her lip. “We are girls…”

And the sweet gasp of fresh air flooded Jill’s lungs. As Marcy finally for off of her. The tween was still towering over her,  two thighs like walls either side of her body while her crotch loomed just feet away. But it wasn’t swallowing her face any more. That was a win in her eyes.

”But won’t you get cold?” Dana asked.

”Well… maybe a little.” Jill sat up, and her back was jumping for joy, no longer pinned against hard bench. “But if that happens, I’m sure I’ll be fine. So um, I guess I’m the teacher now? Wanna do this here? Or somewhere a little warmer? A little… comfier?”

Jill looked between the two girls, who seemed to puzzle over their decision. Staring anywhere but the crevice between Marcy’s thighs, she was just overjoyed to have a little freedom for herself, no matter how limited. 

Eventually, after some careful prodding, the girls reached a consensus;