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   BetweenHerLegs says -

   This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration
of sexual fantasy.  It it not intended to describe actual persons or
events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  Likewise,
this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or
to minors, nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal,
immoral, or ill-advised.

   Otherwise...  enjoy!

   Love and kisses,

   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "Jane Says Yes"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008



   Jane was a happily married woman, and like the vast majority of happily
married woman, she felt free to acknowledge the cuteness of other women as
appropriate and the sexiness of other men in discretion, and was basically
happy and content.  Her husband was a handsome man who took care of
himself, and was a generous if not overpowering lover.  While she
entertained the occasional fantasy, Jane acted them out only in her head
while making love or, on a rare occasion, playing with herself.  Generally
speaking, she was satisfied and felt herself lacking in nothing.

   At a shade over forty, Jane was still in excellent shape, with 36C
breasts, a lean 25-inch waist, and delightfully curvaceous 34-inch hips. 
Her skin was naturally a creamy tan, and she found the right balance
between sun and protection so her skin was still smooth and soft, showing
only a few character marks at the corner of her lips and eyes when she
smiled.  Her hair was a light auburn, and her eyes deep brown, clear and
bright as when she was a kid.  She saw a few strands of silver in her brush
the other day, but didn't think anything of that.  Not age, character.

   Looking like she did at her age, Jane was no stranger to attention.  She
was in business, insurance of all things, and constantly going to
conferences where she entertained an endless stream of advances and
proposition.  Some were sweet and romantic, others were lewd and
to-the-point, but most were just clumsy and inoffensive.  She considered
herself an expert at fending them off.  Some of her fellow businesswomen
asked if she were flattered by the attention or annoyed by it.  She told
them honestly that it was just routine.

   The one exception to that had been the one time she had been approached
by one of those MILF websites.  Despite the brusque come-on and sneaky
seduction tactics shown in their video footage, the men from the site were
actually quite polite and honest with her.  This was the one time she was
flattered -- to be considered porn-quality beauty at her age.  In fact,
they so coolly framed the whole thing as a business transaction that she
found herself agreeing to do a video for them.  There was a short script, a
few costume requests, a handshake agreement, and they were on their way. 
It was to be shot in a room in the hotel she was staying at for a
convention.

   There were two men in the video with her, the host of the site and his
friend.  Neither could have been much older than twenty.  Literally half
her age.  They were pretty good-looking, though a little full of
themselves, so to speak.  Still, the rest of the crew were polite and easy
to work with.  The sequence started with a mock-seduction scene and then
she was on the couch, between the two young men, kissing them both.

   Despite the lights and the cameras, both video and still, and the
director on the side, she was surprised to find herself a bit aroused by
both the kisses and the strength of their hands inside her thighs.  The two
men undressed her, piece by piece, and after a few minutes she was naked on
all fours on the floor, looking up at them and reading obscenities from a
cue card.

   The director called for a break in the action while the guys got their
cocks hard enough to perform.

   "Sorry," the director had said apologetically.  "These guys do this
every day, sometimes more than once a day, for weeks straight.  Sometimes
there's a little service-outage."

   Jane found herself standing, naked amidst all those people while the two
stars poured lubricant onto their cocks and furiously beat their meat.  For
a moment, she was tempted to take this opportunity to just call it off, but
there was enough arousal in her blood and enough a sense of duty to her
contract that she stuck with it.  When the gentlemen were suitably erect,
the director called everyone back to places, and Jane returned to her
position on the floor.

   One cock was inserted into her mouth.  Covered in lubricant, the taste
and texture were both pretty unpleasant but she used a healthy amount of
her own saliva to wash it clean, and that seemed to be quite a hit with
both the director and the other actor.  The more saliva poured over his
cock, the more turned on he became, the more engorged his cock grew, and
the more furiously he humped her face.  The other cock was sheathed in a
condom, and slipped into her pussy from behind.  Despite his supposed
practice, the actor was inexpert at fucking her, and she found herself
having to do most of the work on that end too.  He seemed to appreciate her
talents, and commented on them frequently, as well as on the shape of her
hips and ass, and the prettiness of her well-trimmed dark auburn bush.

   When it was over, Jane had not orgasmed, but the cock in her pussy had
filled its condom, and she had taken one load of the other man's cum in her
mouth and another on her face.  She was thanked and paid for her work, and
asked if she would like to be called on again for more work.  She declined.
It had been an interesting experience, and certainly worth the money, but
it wasn't her line of work.  Even so, the man gave her a business card and
a card for a free check-up at a discreet clinic he recommended if she
desired.

   When Jane told her husband about it, he seemed okay with it and seemed
to respect that it had been a business transaction.  Business or not, a few
months later, she saw that he had purchased the download from the website,
and she was sure he was jacking off to it sometimes.

   Other than that one, admittedly unusual, excursion, Jane's life ran the
course as planned.  She was never honestly tempted to cheat, and she never
spent time reflecting on the internet porn experience, either loving or
hating it.

   Jane spent her forty-third birthday at another conference, in the usual
way.  After sessions about upcoming changes in appraisal codes and tort
reform, she went to the hotel grill for dinner and a drink, and her table
seemed to have a, "hit on me," sticker.

   "Hi, I know this sounds stupid, but I saw you at a session earlier, and,
well, I don't even remember what the session was about because all I could
think about was you."

   "Hey there, lonely."

   "Hi, I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I've been watching you
all day, and I was wondering if you'd have a drink with me?"

   "Hey, beautiful, mind if I join you?"

   "Need some company?"

   "Oh, hey, the hotel said your room has been ruined by a flooding sink or
something, but I wanted to let you know you could spend the night in my
room, as long as you're cool with sharing a bed."

   "Remember me?"

   The worst was a guy who brought his teenage daughter along for points.
He was casual suave.  You know the type -- a laid-back sort of Hugh Grant,
handsome with perfectly combed dark hair, pleasant features, and a smile
which was alternately dazzling and disarming.  He was dressed in a silk
suit to prove he was successful, wore business casual shoes to prove he was
still down to earth, carried a water bottle to demonstrate he was health
conscious, and escorted his sixteen year-old daughter to prove he was a
caring, compassionate family man, deserving of both love and sympathy.

   Jane was not impressed.

   But the daughter looked tired and frustrated with her dad, so she
allowed them to join her.  Perhaps that was giving in to the plan.  She
wasn't sure, and wasn't entirely sure if it mattered at this point.

   "Terry," the man introduced himself, extending a hand to shake, "and
this is my daughter Lee.  I don't normally drag her to conferences with me,
but she wanted to see Chicago." He shrugged.  The father, deserving of both
love and sympathy.

   "This isn't Chicago, this is a hotel," his daughter Lee muttered.

   Jane laughed.  "As far as I know, Chicago is nothing *but* a hotel," she
agreed.  "I've been here eight times, and never left a hotel."

   "Where are you from originally?" Terry asked.

   "Cheyenne, Wyoming, believe it or not."

   Lee laughed, and Terry smiled.  "Us, too.  I work in Denver, but we live
in Cheyenne.  I work out of the home and the car mostly, but -- really? 
Cheyenne?"

   Jane found herself glancing at the daughter, as if she were a
truth-ometer.  The information seemed genuine, so she remarked simply,
"Small world."

   "Jane I don't usually ask strange women to dine with me, but I thought
my daughter could, well, use a little female company for a couple hours,
after spending two days straight with me.  I'll treat, if that's alright."

   The married woman was amenable to the situation, but not to the
arrangements.  "Oh, don't worry, I'll pay for my own, but I certainly won't
turn you and Lee away."

   The dinner conversation was mostly light and chatty, and very
non-threatening most of the time, but after two hours, Jane realized it was
also getting a little playful, maybe even a little flirty.  She was
becoming a little too at ease with this strange man, who was starting to
make his interest in her glaringly apparent.  At one point he excused
himself to go to the bathroom, and shortly after he did, the entire
universe came to a screeching halt.  Jane's heart fell to the pit of her
stomach at the same time as it soared to the heavens.  Things went white
and black at the same time.  She was dizzy.  Breathing shallow.  Heart
pounding in her ears.

   All because, the moment Terry was out of sight, his daughter Lee blurted
out, "Jane, would you have dinner with me sometime, just the two of us?"

   And Jane had said, "You need to talk to a woman about something?"

   And Lee had said, "No, I mean, like a date."

   And that's when the world flipped upside down.

   Jane couldn't answer, couldn't respond.  Couldn't think straight.  What
had just happened?  Had this sixteen year-old girl really just asked a
forty-three year-old woman out on a date?  Had Lee asked Jane out on a
date? That was silly!  Of course not!  She must have heard wrong.  Lee
wasn't a lesbian.  Jane wasn't a lesbian.  And even among lesbians, sixteen
year-olds don't ask out forty-three year-olds.  What had she heard then? 
What had Lee actually said?

   But when Jane finally was able to focus again, she saw not only
sincerity in Lee's face, but that earnest fear of rejection that everyone,
especially young people, experience when asking another person out --
particularly someone with whom they are especially infatuated.  Jane
realized she was attractive, but she had never been the object of female
desire before, or at least, she didn't know it.

   Before she could formulate a response, Terry returned, and Lee's face
began stricken with angst.  They ordered some desert and lingered even
longer.  At one point Lee went to the restroom, either hoping to catch her
breath or hoping the older woman would follow so they could talk in
private. At first Jane was going to let it be the former, but as she
watched Lee, she decided the girl deserved better treatment than that.

   So she followed.

   Lee was certainly a pretty teenager.  She was blonde and thin, with a
figure like an elegant vase, long thin stretches with graceful, shapely
curves.  She had a golden tan and wore her hair in a half-ponytail.  Her
eyes were surprisingly mature, the rest of her face immaculately,
innocently cute-pretty.  Clearly, Lee could have gone out with anyone she
wished, boy or lesbian.  Jane was suddenly very flattered that this pretty
creature had not only desired her but had wanted her company enough to
brave asking her out, despite the difference in their ages.

   "Lee --" she started to say while they washed their hands at the sink.

   "I won't beg," Lee told her, her bearing proud, her voice commanding. 
Jane noticed anew the elegance of the girl's nose and cheek-bones.  "I
won't beg, Jane, but it would really mean a lot to me."

   "But Lee, I'm forty-three --"

   "Age doesn't mean anything to love," Lee said, lowering her voice as
another woman joined them in the bathroom.

   "But, Lee, I'm also not --"

   "Don't say you're not a lesbian," the girl insisted, her lips quivering.
"Don't say it.  Labels don't mean anything to love either." There were
tears in her eyes.

   "Lee, we've only just met."

   Now the girl's eyes bore into hers.  "And I know you better than you
know yourself already, because I know you're someone who believes in love
at first sight, and that's what I felt, and the past few hours have only
proven it to me."

   "But --"

   "If you're not even willing to give love a try, then maybe you're just
not as brave as sixteen year-old girl," Lee said, then went into a stall to
collect herself.

   Jane returned to the table and Terry.  She felt bad for hurting Lee's
feelings and disappointing the girl.  But she wasn't a lesbian.  She was a
happily married woman.  She didn't cheat with men, let alone with women --
let alone with girls.  Yet, she had done the porn thing as a business
transaction.  Could she do this in the same way?  No, that was ridiculous.
Of course not.  And that would be more cruel than saying no.  And she
desperately didn't want to say no, because she knew how much that would
hurt Lee.

   When the girl emerged from the bathroom and started toward their table,
Jane found herself smiling instinctively, a warm smile that creased her
eyes and made her cheeks glow.  And she realized that Lee saw the smile,
because the girl returned it with a radiant expression of pure, simple
delight.  God, she was a gorgeous one.  She was wearing a white dress with
navy blue polka-dots.  It was a summer dress, clingy in the curves, loose
elsewhere.  Perfect way to display her youthful beauty.  As Terry called
for the waiter, Lee slid into her seat and winked at Jane.  Sexy, as well
as gorgeous.

   Sexy?  Was that the usual, distant appraisal of another female, or the
recognition of a distant tingle inside herself?  No, never that.  Never
that.  Jane shut that down.

   "So, dad, Jane said we'd all be going up to her room for drinks, is that
still the plan?"

   Jane blushed.  She had said nothing of the sort.

   Terry grinned.  "Well, perhaps it's too late for you, dear, but I think
Jane and I will definitely have a couple of drinks."

   Lee rolled her eyes and sighed in that exaggerated way only teenage
girls can.  "Dad, it's not that late."

   The married woman couldn't help but smile.  "Why don't you both come up
for drinks."

   Terry didn't hide his disappointment, but they all three nevertheless
went to her room.  He had a scotch and seven-up, Jane a gin and tonic, and
he allowed Lee to sip at chilled amaretto hot chocolate.  The conversation
continued as before, casual and a little too flirty, but Jane found that
the whole while, her eyes kept returning to the girl -- to her face, to her
graceful arms, her satin-smooth, shapely legs, the way her chest seemed to
blossom like a flower, the way her hips and her waist seemed draw the eye
into the heart of her woman.  Everything about her demanded attention.  She
was certainly pleasant to look at.

   "Are you both staying through the conference?" Jane asked, clearing her
throat as she realized that she was staring at Lee's thighs.

   "Yes, leaving the morning after tomorrow," Terry answered.  "Though
tomorrow night I have a dinner with a birds-of-feather group on tornado
insurance legislation."

   Jane, the stunning forty-three year-old with light auburn hair and deep
brown eyes, looked straight into Lee's.  They were blue with flecks of
silver.  "Then maybe I should do something with Lee."

   "You should!" Terry agreed.

   "Sounds like fun," the sixteen year-old blonde beamed.

   And Jane became lost in thought.  She had just agreed to go on a date.
She was married.  And she was going on a date.  With a girl.  A sixteen
year-old girl.  A beautiful sixteen year-old girl with a lot of personality
and a mature intellect.  A sexy sixteen year-old girl who had first asked
her out.

   It was several minutes before clarity returned and she was emerging from
the swarming thoughts, and only then did she realize that Terry had sent
Lee back to their room, and was sitting on the couch, kissing her neck. 
His hand was on her leg.  She wore a burgundy red skirt and a black blouse,
and it was only moments before Terry's hand was inside the first and mouth
inside the second.  He had her blouse partly unbuttoned, her 36C bra lifted
to allow him to suck violently on her tit while his hand squeezed her pussy
through black satin panties.

   "You're so wet," he whispered into her breast.

   She didn't answer, except to throw her head back and think of Lee's
better-than-perfect teenage body and uncommonly beautiful face.  Tomorrow
she would be cheating on her husband with this man's daughter.  She
supposed he deserved to get something out of the deal.  She threw her legs
lewdly wide, and he responded by tugging her panties off and then plunging
two fingers into her.  He frigged her wetness hard and fast and at every
angle he could think of.  She reached down and felt how hard he was, and
decided he was ready enough to get this done with.  She threw him to the
floor, unfastened his pants just enough to free is cock and then straddled
him, plunging down on his cock.

   They fucked like that, nearly fully-clothed, for several minutes.  Lee's
face danced in Jane's mind, until she was struck by the fact that she had a
man other than her husband inside her.  While she thought about that man's
daughter.  The whole thing suddenly seemed so wrong and so twisted that she
slipped off him.  As she did, his cock burst, sending white semen onto her
skirt and his pants.

   "Good timing," he chuckled, face red, breath ragged.

   Jane forced a smile.  "I'm sorry, Terry, but it's been a long, long day
and I think that's all I have in me tonight."

   Terry grinned and grabbed a cloth napkin from her table to wipe himself
clean with.  "Nice little night cap though, eh?"

   The married woman was very uncomfortable, but managed another smile. 
"Sure was."

   When he left, Jane drew a hot bath and soaked herself clean.  What was
puzzling to her was that, as awkward and even ill as she felt about what
had just happened with Terry, she felt nothing of the sort when she thought
about her date tomorrow with Lee.  Maybe that was because the date with Lee
wasn't really sexual.  Was it?  Clearly Lee was attracted to her, and just
as clearly, she had spent quite some time admiring the girl's physical
attributes, but -- it wasn't sexual.  Right?

   After the bath, the attractive forty-three year-old pulled on a fluffy
white robe and called her husband.  "Hey, Kev," she said softly into the
phone.

   "Hey, hon, what's up?  You sound upset?"

   "Something happened tonight."

   A pause.  His breathing sounded strained.  Then a forced chuckle.  "You
do another porn shoot?" The humor was even more forced than the chuckle
before it.

   "Worse."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I was talking to another insurance guy, turned out he was from
Cheyenne, things got a little too friendly, I think I had a couple drinks
too many and next thing I knew he was all over me and I was letting him do
it."

   Another pause.  His breathing sounded rougher.  "What did you let him
do?"

   "I let him screw me, Kev." And then her conscious got the better of her.
"And I ended up on top, so I guess I screwed him, too."

   A much longer pause.  Breathing even rougher.  "So you cheated on me and
you liked it, that's what you're saying?"

   "No, I didn't like it," she told him honestly.  "I did it, and I hope
you can forgive me, because it was wrong, but I didn't like it.  I just did
it.  I'm not sure why."

   "We'll have to talk more when you get back."

   "I know, I'm really sorry, Kev."

   "I love you, Jane, it'll be okay, but . . .  just give me a while to
figure out how to handle this, 'kay?  It's a little weird.  But it doesn't
change anything."

   "I love you so much, Kevin."

   "Have a good night, hon, it'll be okay.  Just . . .  Just don't see this
guy again, okay?"

   "Definitely not!"

   "Okay."

   "Okay."

   "Bye.  I love you," she said softly.

   "I love you too."

   He hung up.  And Jane realized that she hadn't said anything about Lee.
About her date.  She didn't feel guilty about that either.  Emotionally
exhausted but feeling a strange warmth inside her, Jane crawled naked onto
her bed, and hugged a pillow to herself.  As she drifted off to sleep,
hugging the pillow, she wondered what it would be like to have her arms
around Lee.

   Most of the next day was so busy with mandatory sessions and meetings
that she had little or no time to think about the previous night.  She woke
aroused and carried the undeniable energy of general anticipation with her
through the day, but that was the extent of it.  Her indiscretion with
Terry never crossed her mind.  Lee never left it.  While Jane didn't spend
any focused time in thinking about her, the image of the pretty teen hung
before her all day, like a bright beacon beckoning her through the mundane.

   That evening, almost the instant she got back to her room, the phone
rang.  It was Lee.

   "Hi," her voice sound, soft and husky and sweet and just a little
scared.

   "Hi," Jane said back, her own voice more than a little nervous.

   "What do you want to do tonight?"

   "You're the one who asked me out, it's up to you," Jane laughed.  The
girl's sexy naiveté was infectious.  Jane felt like she was back in college
again.  Of course, even through most of college sixteen year-old's had been
off-limits in her mind.

   "Oh, yeah, I guess so, huh." A pause.  "Dress casual and meat me
downstairs.  There's a restaurant around the corner my dad took me to our
first night here, very nice but very low-key."

   "How casual?"

   "Jeans is fine."

   "Okay, I'll be right down."

   "Me too."

   "Bye, Lee."

   "Bye, Janie."

   As she hung up, Jane's skin was tingling.  Only one other person had
called her Janie.  Her first boyfriend, back in high school.  A
super-sweet, super-romantic guy who had received her first ever blow-job
after they had gone steady for several months, but had then never talked to
her again because he was more mortified than embarrassed by his inability
to return the favor by giving her oral.  He had tried and had gagged on her
bush.  That was when she had started to trim closely, but too late to save
her relationship with Corey.  Janie.  She shivered.

   She dressed in front of a mirror, appraising her appearance.  While she
was not surprised that men her own age found her attractive, and was
perhaps even less surprised that younger men saw a fantastic MILF figure in
her, she was astounded that a young, beautiful, life-filled girl would be
attracted to her.  She hoped she didn't disappoint.  She put on a clean,
powder-blue bra and matching cotton bikini panties.  Then a pair of tight,
light-blue jeans she knew showed off her ass well.  Her top was a
button-down silk blouse, navy blue.  She left the top few buttons undone to
show off her 36C cleavage a bit.  She left the bottom button undone to show
off her lightly rounded tummy and cute belly-button.  The forty-three
year-old wife knew she was acting like a girl half her age, but it felt
good, so she reveled in it.

   Her hair, she put back in a ponytail, leaving one lock of bangs on the
left side to hang playfully in front of her face.  She spritzed herself a
little too heavily with a sexy perfume, and then finished off by slipping
bare feet into medium heeled navy sandals.

   She was off.

   She waited about ten minutes for Lee.  The girl was a vision.  Her jeans
and lightweight sweater showed off her graceful curves.  Her shape seemed
to swoop down from chest to waist and then to glide back out to hips and
ass before easing gently down into her legs and feet.  Too, Jane realized
that part of the girl's allure was that even though her face was clearly
happy, it wasn't dopey.  It was a little serious, even suspicious.  She was
young enough to take life's pleasures at face value but old enough to know
they could go away at any moment.  That stirred something inside Jane.  She
felt a sudden aching desire to make sure that this sixteen year-old angel
never lost that perfect balance.

   They smiled at each other wordlessly and walked out of the hotel
side-by-side.  As if by accident, Jane took the girl's hand.  At first Lee
gasped, but she settled into it.  Jane too was surprised at her own action,
but she stayed with it.  Anyone who saw them would think them mother and
daughter or something else harmless.  And it felt so good.  It wasn't
natural or comfortable; it was thrilling and exciting and pleasant.  The
girl's fingers were so dainty and long, her hand so soft and gentle. 
Nothing at all like holding a man's hand.  Jane wanted to treasure that
feeling.

   "I love the look of this place," Lee remarked about the outside of the
restaurant, which was a combination of art deco and gothic revival.  "The
architecture shouldn't flow, but it does.  I like that."

   Jane smiled.  "So you going to be an artist or an architect?"

   Lee laughed.  "Neither, actually.  I just like kids and I want to be an
elementary school teacher," she said, sounding almost embarrassed. 
"Nothing your generation would be proud of."

   The reference to the difference in their ages should have been jarring,
but it wasn't.  There was no point denying it, and trying to skirt around
it would only make it more of an issue.  "Actually, I think your honesty
about that is . . .  compelling." She worked to avoid the word arousing,
though there was no denying that either.  She was finding herself not
simply admiring this girl, but actually turned on by her.

   "And I find it compelling that you're compelled by that," Lee said in
turn, and the way she said it made it clear that she had heard the word
arousing anyway.

   Inside, they took a table for two in a corner and when the waiter came,
Lee ordered drinks for them.  "I'll have a Dr.  Pepper, and Janie will have
a gin and tonic, Bombay sapphire gin if you have it, just a little ice."

   Jane probably should have asked if the girl was trying to get her drunk,
but instead she noted, "You remembered." That was her drink from last
night.

   "Love is in the details," the blonde said easily.

   "Lee, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

   "Sure," the girl allowed, though she sounded a little afraid.

   Jane continued in soft tones.  "Am I the fist woman you've asked out
before?"

   "The first anyone I've asked out before."

   "Really?"

   "Yep."

   "Well, am I the first woman you've been out on a date with?"

   "The first anyone."

   Jane blinked.  "Wait, this is your first date ever?"

   "Feel special?" the girl asked a bit archly.

   Though she blushed, Jane had to admit that she did feel a little
special. "Yes, actually," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"Thank you."

   Lee laughed sardonically.  "You're quite welcome," she said.  There was
a moment of relaxed silence, during which Lee's eyes searched Jane's face,
then roamed over her body as they sat at their small, round table.

   It was Jane who finally broke the silence, but reluctantly.  "Why me?"
she asked.  "Why a woman who's very nearly three times your age?"

   The hot blonde looked aggravated.  "I told you love doesn't care about
age," she said scoldingly.  Then she softened.  "But as to why you . . .  I
just knew, the moment we walked into that hotel restaurant, I saw you, and
I knew."

   "Lucky thing your dad came over to my table then."

   "That was my doing," Lee confessed.  "Dad actually planned on dining
alone then calling for one of his pay-friends while I spent the night in my
room.  But I saw you, fell head over heels, and begged him to eat with you
so I could be around another woman for a while, and he saw you, approved of
your appearance, and the rest you know."

   "You dad gets hookers?"

   "Constantly," the girl said.  "Even at home sometimes if Mom is away. 
He's a sicko."

   "He doesn't look like a sicko," Jane said in surprise, even as her
feelings were a little hurt that she had been Terry's second choice to a
hooker last night.

   "I'm sure after I left you found out otherwise," she said.

   Jane blushed.  "Lee --"

   The girl's face looked hurt.  "I know what happened, or basically.  My
dad left his messed-up trousers on the bathroom floor."

   "Lee, I, I didn't like it."

   "But you did it anyway," she said with a half-hearted shrug.  "My dad
doesn't get much resistance from women." The girl grimaced.  "Will your
husband find out?"

   "I told him last night."

   "What did he say?"

   "He said it was okay, he understood."

   "Dumb ass," Lee spat.

   "What?" Jane asked a bit hotly.

   Lee's face was a mask of fiery resentment.  "I'm hurt that you slept
with a man the night before you were going to go on a date with me, and
your husband doesn't even get jealous?  What a dumb ass."

   The married woman flushed red, but now it wasn't over anger at the
girl's comments.  She was touched by her jealousy.  And compelled by her
honesty in confessing it.  "Lee, I'm sorry, I really am.  It won't happen
again, I swear."

   What the hell did that mean?  Jane had just confused herself.  She had
just spoken to this sixteen year-old girl not only as if this wouldn't be
their only date, but as if they were in a relationship.  And what did she
mean wouldn't happen again?  She wouldn't cheat on her?  What did that
mean?

   The hard edge on Lee's countenance eased.  "Okay, I'm sorry, Janie, I
shouldn't be so hurt about it."

   Jane reached across the table and touched the back of the girl's hand.
"It's okay," she said.  "It's sweet.  And I'm serious.  It won't happen
again."

   There it was again, whatever it meant.

   "So if you told him about my dad, did you tell him you had a date with
me?"

   Unsure how this would be taken, Jane just answered honestly, "No, I
didn't mention it." The rest of the words came gushing out of her before
she was even consciously aware of their formulation in her mind.  "It was a
phone call of confession, of getting rid of guilt for something
distasteful, something done wrong, and my date with you didn't need to be
confessed.  It's not distasteful, and it's not wrong."

   Lee was beaming now.  "I'm glad you think that." She took Jane's hand in
both of hers, raised it to her lips and kissed it softly.  "Sorry," she
then said, "I suppose I shouldn't do that in public."

   Jane had become suddenly very aware of the possible attention the act
would get them.  It wasn't a mother-daughter gesture, not the way the girl
had done it.  "I'm not ashamed to be out with you," Jane assured her
hastily.  "Not in the slightest."

   "But," Lee completed the unspoken addendum, "if anyone thinks we're on a
date, then age suddenly does matter.  It may not matter to love, but it
matters to people."

   Jane closed her eyes, nodded tightly, and when she reopened her eyes
there were tears.  "I'm sorry, L," she said, calling the girl by a letter
that could equally stand for Lee and for lover.  "I'm so sorry."

   "It's not your fault, Janie," the girl said, as their drinks and a
basket of rolls finally arrived.  Clearly she was upset at the societal
constraints on this date.  "I'll be right back, I'm going to the restroom,
go ahead and order for us both."

   She rose quickly, and both Jane and the waiter watched her go.  Her ass,
so much shapelier than it should be for her size and her age.  Her hips,
swaying with the same grace with which they were formed.

   The waiter winked at Jane.  "Your date is almost as hot as you," he said
with a wink.

   The light auburn haired woman with creamy tan skin should probably have
denied that it was a date, but instead she said, almost under her breath,
"Hotter," and then ordered meals for them.  The food was good, and the
evening splendid.  At times it seemed they talked endlessly, but at other
times there was such a relaxed and easy silence that it seemed they had
hardly spoken.  Their conversation revealed a growing intimacy with and
interest in one another.  Their silences bespoke of the physical attraction
between them.

   After dinner and a light desert they went for a walk, and in the
anonymity of the crowded downtown Chicago streets, they held hands without
shame, and at one point, had their arms around each other's waists, Lee's
head resting on Jane's shoulder.  Jane had not forgotten that she was
married, but she didn't think about it.  She had not forgotten the age
difference, but instead took great joy from it, as younger and older shared
experiences and insights and learned and took energy from one another.  She
had not forgotten that it was a girl, a young woman, that she was out with,
but she was glad for it, not awkward about it, for this girl was the most
emotionally and physically appealing person she had ever been around.

   When the date came to an end at the door to Jane's hotel room, both were
heartbroken about it.  "Will I ever get to see you again?" Lee asked
anxiously.  "Like this, I mean, on a date?"

   Jane's eyes wore a tense expression.  She started to say she wasn't
sure, but instead she said, "Yes, somehow, yes." And then, her words again
taking control of her mouth without conscious thought.  "And always
remember that I meant my promise."

   "It won't happen again?"

   "It won't happen again."

   There was now a silence less relaxed than before.  The pounding of their
hearts was almost audible.  And then Lee asked, "Not even with your
husband?"

   Another silence, their hearts even louder.  Jane's head almost heart
from the throbbing.  Her voice almost choked as she reached out, touched
Lee's cheek, and said, "Not even with my husband."

   Then Lee pressed her body to Jane's, embraced the older woman, and
kissed her softly on the lips.  "Janie," she groaned.

   The married woman returned the kiss, slipping her tongue lightly between
the sixteen year old's lips and resting her hands on the girl's perfect
ass. "L," she whispered simply.  Then, full of desire, she said, "You
should go, before your dad gets suspicious."

   "I don't want to go," Lee pleaded.  "I want to go in with you."

   They kissed again.  "I want you to come in, too, but . . .  your dad
will be worried, and it's also our first date."

   Lee giggled.  "First date." She kissed the older woman's throat.  "I
like the sound of that."

   Jane squeezed the girl's ass and kissed her full-on and deep before
saying, "Me too, now go."

   Before anything further could be said, she gave Lee a gentle push and
slipped into her hotel room, closing the door behind her.  She really
hadn't wanted the girl to go, but she didn't want to push things either. 
She hadn't even had a chance to think about what was happening.  It had all
been feelings and instinct.  Feelings and instinct that saw her melting to
the floor against the wall just inside her door, aching for Lee, wishing
she had let the girl come in.

   After a few moments of self-pity, she forced herself up, and she changed
into bedclothes, preparing for a night of watching romantic movies on
pay-per-view and crying herself to sleep on the couch.  She slipped into a
simple white cotton nightie, thin and cool, almost see-through, and changed
from her satin panties into a pair of white cottons with pink flowers on
them.  No sooner had she sat on the couch than her phone rang.

   She answered.  "Hello?"

   "Janie, it's me."

   Jane's heart stuck in her throat.  "Lee, what's wrong?  You sound
upset."

   The girl sighed loudly on the other end of the line.  "My dad wants to
know if I can spend the night in your room."

   "What?"

   "Here, ask him."

   The phone was passed, and then Terry spoke, "I'm sorry, Jane, really,
but you and Lee seem to get along so well, and I, uh, I'm not alone
tonight, so I was wondering if she could crash in your room."

   Blood coursing through her veins it was all Jane could do not to answer
too rapidly.  "Yes, of course she can."

   "Great, thanks."

   Terry hung up the phone, and Jane collapsed back onto the couch.  What
to do?  She quickly went to her bedroom and pulled on a white bra.  The
nightgown was definitely too see-through for company.  Maybe she should get
dressed again or put on a robe or -

   There was a knock on the door.

   Too late.  Jane looked out.  It was Lee.  She admitted the girl into the
room, and they looked at each other for a few minutes, keeping their
distance as if afraid of what would happen if they got too close.  Lee was
wearing dark blue satin pajama pants with silver pin strips, really showing
off the curves and shape of her lower body, and a light blue cotton halter
top that exposed her midriff somewhat and more of her cleavage than she
probably should with a horny man about the house.  Or, now, a horny woman.

   "You're beautiful," Lee said at least.  "Really, really beautiful."

   "Only half as beautiful as you, love," Jane said quietly, aware that the
last word had slipped out only too late.  But she didn't regret it.  But
she cleared her throat.  The sexual tension needed to be broken up before
something happened that they might regret later.  They had only been on one
date, after all.  And surely they both needed more time to finish working
through the ramifications of their relationship, a sixteen year-old girl
and a forty-three year-old married woman.  "Want some popcorn?"

   Lee giggled.  "Definitely!" She threw herself onto the couch.  "I'll
pick the movie!" she said, and started surfing the pay-per-view listings.

   Jane smiled, loving her date's girlish enthusiasm for life.  The
kitchenette was supplied with a microwave, and she never traveled without a
few bags of microwave popcorn, so she started one popping, and when she
returned, she had a bag of popcorn and two cans of Dr.  Pepper.  "So your
dad got a hooker tonight?" she asked with a laugh, lowering herself on the
couch next to Lee.

   The girl shuddered.  "No, he met a couple at this meeting of his and
brought them back with him, a man and a woman.  He wasn't thinking about me
being along this trip, I don't think, since when I got up to the room they
were all naked in the main room of the suite." She shuddered again.  "They
were all rolling around, kissing and fondling, it was pretty sick."

   Jane was a little surprised.  Terry hadn't struck her as the type who
would include men in his fun.  But then she also realized she hadn't struck
herself as the type who would include women in her fun, and here she was,
having incredibly obscene thoughts about a sixteen year-old girl.

   Changing the subject, Jane asked, "So what movie did you pick?"

   Lee laughed.  "I thought about picking this lesbian porn flick I saw on
there to try to seduce you, but I decided you probably wouldn't let that
fly."

   "Good call," Jane agreed with her own laugh.

   "So instead, I thought I'd just play one of the music channels, and let
you watch something other than a movie."

   She hit the volume on the remote, bringing up soft, romantic music, set
the popcorn and soft drinks on the table, and, before Jane really knew what
was happening, the girl lifted off her halter top and let it fall to the
couch.

   "Do you like my breasts?" she asked huskily, massaging them as she knelt
on the couch next to the older woman.

   Jane could only stare for several moments at the perfectly formed,
perfectly tanned breasts and the delicate hands fingers which gently
kneaded their flesh.  The breasts were utterly round, soft and yet firm. 
Her nipples were brown, her aureoles nearly transparent.  There were no tan
lines.

   The girl tweaked her own nipples quickly and then lifted them towards
the older woman.  "Do you like them?" she asked again.

   "Yes," Jane said, swallowing, unable to take her eyes off the girl's
perfect bosom.  Probably 34C if she had to guess.  Not huge, but large
enough on her thin frame, and, without a flaw.  "Yes, I like them very
much." She grabbed the halter top from the couch and pulled it back over
her young companion's head.

   "What's wrong, I thought you liked them?" Lee asked, sitting back down,
almost sulkily.

   "I like them a lot," Jane assured her, clearing her throat.  "If
anything, I like them too much."

   "There's no too much," Lee promised.  "Everything you see is yours," she
said seriously.  "And everything you don't see."

   "L, we only had our first date tonight."

   "Janie, I knew I loved you the moment I set eyes on you in the bar, and
our time together has only proven that to me.  You're the woman I've been
waiting for all my life, I didn't even know I was waiting for a woman."

   At this, Jane was surprised.  "You didn't know you were waiting for a
woman?"

   Lee rolled her eyes and drew her legs up close to her body, nestling
into the corner of the couch.  "I'm a sheltered sixteen year-old girl," she
said, "and you think I knew I was waiting for a woman?  I've never felt
like this before about anyone, but I had always assumed it would be about a
boy or a man when I did." Their eyes met, dark brown and blue with silver
starlights.  "And then I saw you in the hotel, and I knew I'd been wrong. I
knew you were the one."

   "The one?"

   "The one for me."

   "But I'm older than you and I'm married."

   "Love is love," Lee said simply, and she clearly meant it, and looked
very adult when she said it.  Then she turned sheepish, and looked very
much like a little girl.  "Are my boobs too small?"

   Jane's cheeks burned read.  "No, they're perfect." As had happened so
many times tonight, words came unbidden.  "More than perfect.  I can't stop
thinking about them, can't stop looking at your chest now.  I've never been
attracted to another woman before, never thought about things like this
before, but . . .  No, there's nothing I would change about your breasts."

   Lee moved closer, kneeling low beside the woman of her longings, and
took one of Jane's hands and gently guided it up her shirt, until the older
woman's hand was covering one perfect, young tit.  Jane's breath became
ragged, her eyes wide.  Her lips suddenly seemed very dry.  And even as she
protested, her fingers gently closed to encircle the girl's flesh.  She
felt a nipple harden against her palm, and gasped in surprise.  "This is a
bad idea, Lee," she said weekly.

   "Why is that?" the girl asked, guiding the other hand up under the
halter to other tit.

   Driven by instinct, that hand too closed about the breast it had been
gifted.  "Because --" Jane stopped talking and forced herself to withdraw
her hands from the girl's chest.  "Because I've never felt like this before
in my whole life, and if we keep going, I don't think I'll be able to
stop."

   Lee crawled onto the older woman's lap, still kneeling, and made direct,
probing eye contact.  "Am I the one?" she asked.

   Tears started to form in Jane's eyes.  "Yes," she breathed, dizzy with
butterflies, "you're the one."

   "Then don't you dare even think about stopping," Lee commanded in a
husky whisper, removing her halter top and pulling the married woman's
mouth down to her chest.  "Don't stop, Janie...  please don't stop."

   There was a long time without talking, without thinking.  All that
remained was Jane's mouth and Lee's chest.  Lips which tasted as they
massaged, tongue that teased and licked, teeth which lightly scraped.  Then
there was sucking and suckling and nursing and the making of large, purple
bruises.  Soon Lee's entire chest was covering in sweat and saliva, and
Jane was still hungrily devouring her, whimpering as she did.

   Then her hand slid down between Lee's satin pajama legs, and for the
first time she felt the warmth and moisture of another woman's desire.  "I
want to see all of you," Jane pleaded.  "I want to look at your beautiful
body."

   Lee got to her feet and slipped her pajama pants off.  She then giggled
and touched her mound, where her red cotton panties were stained dark with
her dampness.  "Look how wet you've got me, Janie."

   "Let me see," Jane begged.  "Let me see how wet you are." She got to her
own knees on the couch, her hands folded before her, begging.  "Please,
love, please."

   Sexy eyes veiled by her long lashes, Lee stepped out of her panties. 
Her pussy was completely hairless, and glistening with her own juices.  And
Jane knew in that moment that a woman's wetness was infinitely more
beautiful than a man's hardness.  It was a desire that invited rather than
demanded.  It was as graceful as the woman herself.

   "You're the most beautiful thing in all the world," Jane said, not
afraid to sound silly for this young girl.  "I love you so much, there will
never be another.  You're the girl I've been waiting for all my life, and I
never even knew I was waiting for anyone."

   Lee reached down and spread the lips of her pussy.  "I don't have much
hair yet anyway," she said as trickles of juice now fell onto her thighs,
"but I shaved this afternoon just for you, just for my own true love."

   Jane started to move towards her, but Lee backed off.  "Now I want to
see you," she said.  "I want to see my love as she sees me."

   Jane stood and reached down to lift her night gown, but Lee stepped
towards her.  "Let me," she offered.  Her nakedness was so close, Jane felt
like she was going to faint she so overcome by desire.  The girl reached
down and slowly lifted her older lover's night gown over her head.  She
then stepped back, as if to admire Jane.

   "You're gorgeous," she said, sounded delighted.  "I mean, I knew you
were hot, but I had no idea!" She embraced the married woman and kissed her
all over her face, then slid her mouth down her throat.  She tightened the
embrace, squeezing the other woman's thigh between her own naked legs,
pressing her wet, hairless pussy into her.  As she did this, her mouth slid
slowly lower and her hands slid the woman's bra down off her breasts,
exposing them before bothering to unclasp the bra.

   "Oh my god!" Lee cried out, biting Jane's woman flesh gently and then
sucking hard on her nipple.  "Oh my god!" She nursed one tit hard and then
the other, her hands sliding down inside the married woman's panties,
feeling her naked ass.  "Oh my god, I want you so much!" she cried out,
finally pushing the woman back to the couch.

   She slid down her body, and touched her panties.  "Looks like I have you
wet, too."

   "So wet," Jane managed to gasp, looking down at the pretty young girl
who was worshipping her body.  Lee was kissing her thighs, then her knees,
then her calves, then her feet, inching her panties down slowly with the
parade.  She lingered to suck on Jane's big toe, running her tongue around
it in circles.  Jane groaned and arched her back.  "Oh, god, Lee!" she
grunted.

   Lee smiled and finished remove the older woman's panties.  She looked up
at the neatly trimmed strip of dark auburn bush and the luscious fold's of
Jane's pussy.  Her cheeks burned red, her eyes lost their focus.  "So
beautiful," she whispered.  "So beautiful, I want to kiss you."

   And she crawled part way up the married woman's body and lowered her
face towards her pussy.  Lee inhaled slowly.  "You smell so good," she
said.

   Panting, desperately on fire, Jane spread her legs and cast them over
the pretty young teenager's shoulders.  "Please," she said, crying. 
"Please."

   When Lee's mouth met her pussy Jane had an instant climax.  The touch of
the young girl's soft, wet lips was too much for her, and she let out a
scream as her body hunched up in on itself.  "Oh god, Lee, don't stop," she
begged.

   The sixteen year old laughed softly, and dipped her head back down into
the wet, creamy pussy which lay beneath her.  She may have never had a date
before and may never have thought about sex with another woman before, but
she had some instinct that guided her well.  Jane had never felt anything
like this before.  Lee was in no hurry.  She patiently nibbled and sucked
gently on the older woman's out lips, then played with her inner folds like
a delicacy to be savored.  Only after her entire cunt was covered in saliva
did Jane feel the girl dig in deeper.  Lee used her fingers to hold her
open and at first stabbed inside her with her tongue.  Then she licked, and
lapped, and tasted.  Then again.  And again.  More aggressively.  Then she
rolled her tongue and started to fuck the old woman with it while her hands
reached under hear and aggressively kneaded her ass.  Jane humped up
against her face, marveling at how the pretty blonde hair fell over her
lap. She squeezed the teen's face with her thighs.

   "Yes, yes, yes!"

   "Cum for me, Janie," Lee moaned into her.  "Cum for me again." And she
began slurping nosily on Jane's cunt, and soon the limit was again reached
and Jane exploded again.  She screamed Lee's name loudly as she lost total
control of her body in a spasm of convulsions that sent limbs flailing and
contorted her body madly.

   Greedily, she pulled the girl up to her and kissed her, kissed all over
her face, tasting her own juices.  It was so erotic that she became hungry
and kissed her deep on the mouth, sucking her tongue into her mouth and
biting it.  She wanted Lee.  She wanted her bad.  Her hands pawed roughly
at the teen's breasts, and then one strayed down and soon had a finger
inside the girl from behind.  Lee rocked against the finger.  Jane added
another finger.  Then she began fucking her harder and faster, and after
only a moment, Lee called out, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" and threw herself
back off Jane just as her pussy erupted in a massive squirting orgasm that
sprayed all over the married woman.

   Jane's eyes went wide.  She had never witnessed female ejaculation and
was amazed at its power.  It was so much fuller, so much more an expression
of desire and passion than a man's thin, dribbling squirt of white semen.
She reached for Lee and, clutching at her shapely young hips pulled her
pussy towards her.

   She expected to experience a hesitation when it came to the moment of
actually putting her face against another woman's vagina, but there was
nothing of the sort.  She simply pulled Lee down onto her face and felt
herself redden with desire and effort as the girl rode her hard, grinding
her bald pussy into Jane's eager mouth.  Jane was astounded by Lee's taste.
A little salty, a little tangy, a little bitter, very sweet.  Her scent was
strong and like a spicy musk.

   Lee's humping down on her face ended up spreading herself just with the
efforts of grinding and rubbing, and the moment that happened, Lee saw her
clit and knew what she needed to do.  She puckered her lips and blew a
stream of cold air on the hot, throbbing button.

   "Janie!" Lee cried out.

   And Jane took the clit between her lips and sucked it, pressing it with
her tongue as she did.  This time when Lee came, she squirted again, right
into the face she riding.  Jane's eyes filled with her lover's juice, and
she groaned with pleasure.

   They fell apart, panting, red, covered in sweat.  They did not speak,
they only looked at each other and smiled.  Jane took the lead by rising,
and taking her young lover's hand, walked with her back to the suite's
bedroom.

   They crawled under the covers and embraced, kissing one another very
softly as their hands began to tentatively explore one another's soft
forms. The sexual tension was broken, and now they could make love.  Each
understood without speaking, so they said nothing, only caressed and
kissed. Jane was continually amazed at how sweet the girl's body was, even
covered with sweat and their juices.

   After a few moments, the kisses began to deepen again.  Their eyes open,
staring into each other's depths, their mouths were wide and their tongues
explored, exchanging slick handshakes from time to time.  They were getting
sloppy and noisy, and saliva poured out onto each other's faces as they
began to roll under the covers.

   It was Jane's hand that first decided to heat things back up.  She slid
one finger deep into the sixteen year-old's cunt, crooking it to better
fathom her depths.  She felt the pulsing of veins in her swollen walls and
groaned with pleasure.  It was so intimate.  So much more intimate than
anything else she had ever experienced.

   Running her tongue over her young lover's eyelids she used her index and
middle finger to spread her pussy open and began to fuck her with the
middle.  When Lee arched her back, Jane pressed her clit with her thumb.

   "Slow down," Lee panted, the first words they'd spoken in the bedroom.
"This time, together."

   Jane understood and said nothing as the young girl slipped three fingers
inside her and began a slow, steady stroking.  Jane eased up on Lee's clit
and started to move her middle finger in circles.  After a few moments of
this concentrated mutual attention, both were moaning incomprehensible
things and slowly swaying their hips into the other's hand.

   In an instant, Jane was overcome by the desire to taste the girl's
pretty little pussy again.  She rolled them over so she was on top and then
rotated so that she was under the sheets facing the girl's feet.  She'd
never been in a 69 before, but she figured that the first time should be
like this, with the girl of her dreams.  She lowered her face so that her
light auburn hair fell between the teen's legs.  This time she licked
slowly at the girl's bald cunt, as if she were tasting a desert and trying
to make it last.

   "You're so perfect," Lee groaned, grasping the other woman's hips and
pulling her pussy down to her face to complete the 69.

   It was hot under the sheets, but as the sixteen year-old drew her legs
up to allow Jane better access to her pussy and began her own oral
ministrations, Jane didn't care about the heat.  This was the eternal
moment.  And, indeed, for a long, timeless while, the two lovers remained
thus, gently kissing and licking the heart of the other's intimacy, hands
softly caressing thighs, hips and buttocks.  Sometimes, one would press
deeper, smelling, feeling, and tasting the wet insides of the other.  But
they took their time, and the world disappeared.  There was nothing but
togetherness.

   When Jane shook off the sheets and rolled off Lee to catch her breath,
neither one had climaxed again, but neither one cared.  This was about
making love, not achieving some goal.  This was their timeless evening
together.

   Smiling at her older, married lover, Lee scooted from the bed, and took
Jane by the hand to the bathroom.  She started a shower of a warm but not
hot water, and rummaged through Jane's toiletries until she found what she
decided was a sudsy enough soap.  She then helped Jane into the shower,
letting the water stream all over her hot body, sticky with sweat, saliva,
and the liquid of their love.  Joining her in the tub, Lee got her hands
nice and foaming with soap and that started to massage her lover all over,
working up a good lather.  Her hands were slick and glided sensually over
Jane's soft skin and well-tones muscles.

   That this was intensely erotic for them both was evident by the looks in
their eyes, the closeness of their bodies, and the hardness of their
nipples.  Soon Jane too had a handful of soap, and both bodies became
intertwined in sensual, sudsy dance.  Suddenly Lee became consumed by
another idea, and she rinsed them both off and ran, soaking wet back to the
bed, pulling Jane by the hand behind her.  She paused to grab something out
of the toiletries and then flung her dripping wet lover to the bed.

   She had a bottle of baby oil in her hands which she started to squirt
unrestrainedly all over Jane's body.  When a sufficient bead of oil had
been poured around Jane's form, Lee tossed the bottle to the bed and
started to work the oil in, beginning with her shoulders, and moving slowly
down her arms.  The more she massaged, the slicker they both became.  From
Jane's hands she worked over the older woman's side and stomach, then slid
up to her large breasts, which she worked over with particularly reverent
care.

   When lee began to work the oil around Jane's thighs with her own
slippery hands, Jane took up the bottle of oil and began to squirt it
playfully on the teenager's back and ass, and then sit up enough where she
could massage the oil around.  Soon their shower-drenched bodies were
thoroughly coated in oil and they were rolling around the bed, slipping and
sliding between one another's limbs, and around one another's bodies like
greased-up snaked.  They laughed and smiled and felt warm in one other's
slippery embrace.

   After a while, Jane lay back in a spread eagle, which Lee matched on top
of her, their pussies touching, their breasts pressing into one another,
their tongue playing outside their mouths.

   "I love you, Janie," Lee said in her soft, husky voice, her eyes serious
and full of sincerity.

   "I love you too, L," Jane said, hoping her own eyes showed some of the
same free honesty.  "My precious Lee."

   "You're the one."

   "You're the one."

   "No one else," Lee panted.

   "No one else," Jane agreed.

   And then, smiling with both love and mischief, Lee reached out to the
tip of Jane's oiled hand, to her left hand ring finger, and slid her
wedding ring and engagement ring off, so they fell to the floor.

   "No one else," Lee breathed, closing her mouth on Jane's to seal the
deal.

   "No one else," Jane agreed once again, sliding under the teenager's
lithe, slick body.  She came out behind her, and pulled her ass into the
air, massing its oily cheeks, she reached her tongue into the girl's
exposed pussy, and began to tongue fuck her hard.  "No one else," Jane said
for the third time, laying back and pulling the pussy onto her face.

   Lee sat up and rode her face, humping it hard while she played with her
own breasts.  Jane's claws sunk hard into the ass above her as she willed
herself deeper into the girl's pussy.  She wished she could climb inside
her.  The sixteen year-old collapsed forward shortly before she orgasmed,
and when she came it was another earth-shattering explosion of liquid, all
over Jane's face as her ass and thighs trembled with the force of the
climax.

   Lee rolled onto her back and as she panted, trying to collect herself
after the powerful orgasm, Jane slid off the bed.  When she returned she
pulled Lee into a sitting position, and then knelt in front of her.

   "No one else," the forty-three year-old said, kissing the inside of the
girl's knees and then taking her right hand and sliding her diamond
engagement ring onto the right ring finger.  "Never again."

   The sixteen year old started to cry and then when Jane pressed something
into her palm, looked at it.  Knowing what to do, she helped Jane up to sit
on the edge of the bed, then took her turn on her knees.  "No one else,"
she said, crying and slipping Jane's old wedding band onto the ring finger
of her right hand.  "Never again."

   And she bent down between the older woman's legs and began to kiss her
pussy, softly and tenderly.  Jane gently pressed the blonde head into her
and sighed with pleasure.  "You were right, Lee, I do believe in love at
first sight."

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