The Succubus, the return By Donna Z. Donnaz33 at yahoo dot com Copywrite Donna Z. 2007-all rights reserved, please don’t steal this. Story elements: F/F, F/f-cons, mc-sci/fantasy, rom, oral, anal, mild fetish play. This story is part of my “New Series,” or “Marin Stories.” This is a fictional story, any similarity to anyone living or dead, any particular place, or institution is purely coincidental. This story is intended for adults only, and if you are not adult over 18 or don’t like stories of lesbian lust and happiness, or can’t legally read this in your locale, please leave now. ------------- The first light of dawn broke through the windows of her room, and Jera Mondano came awake gradually, but persistently. A stretch, a yawn, and the young woman was up and putting on a robe and padding off to the bathroom. The dawn sun spilled into the east windows, filtered through sheers splashing a diffused and almost surreal light throughout the bedroom.. On the bed, a cat named Grimsby also stretched and yawned and then followed Jera to the bathroom, jumping up onto the sink vanity. Jera turned on the faucet a little and the handsome shorthair calico lapped at the falling water happily. It was another Wednesday, a work day in the middle of the week. But for Jera, work was no farther away than her computer table. The morning shower was refreshing, and the attention she gave her skin after the shower left the attractive, well maintained, Mediterranean complexioned woman feeling great as she headed towards the kitchen. Breakfast was a toasted muffin, some peanut butter, and a glass of juice. Grimsby received fresh nuggets and water and few chopped ham pieces. Then, it was off to the “office,” a sizable, but cozy alcove off from the kitchen with walls covered with the awards that Jera had earned for her writing. The morning paper was waiting by the mail slot, but Jera left it. Today’s calendar had a book signing in San Jose, lunch with her agent in San Francisco, and then the promise of more work on her latest gothic romance/mystery novel. The morning’s mail looked light; there was just a book signing and lunch reminder from her agent. Suddenly, Jera felt an old and familiar presence behind her, an old friend, also alerted by Grimsby as he growled lightly, arched his back, and puffed up his tail. Turning around, Jera saw the tall man dressed in black. The arrival of this man was not expected, but not any cause for alarm either; Jera and the man have known each other for centuries. Grimsby on the other hand, fled the room. “Baphomet, still making grand entrances after all this time.” Jera said with a smile, “What brings you to my home, old friend?” “Oh, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by and see you; it has been some time. You look ravishing my dear; existence has been most kind to you. I would have come earlier, but I wanted to respect your privacy. Sorry for scaring the cat but you know he makes me sneeze.” Baphomet said with a smile, his eyes twinkling. “And you look good too, sir, and it’s good to see you. But please, if you say you wanted to respect my privacy, this means you have already seen all there is to see this morning. As for Grimsby, he forgives you and will respect your wish to stay away.” Jera replied with a genuine smile and a wry chuckle. “I like the outfit, it’s so Goth, and you wear it well. But, you did not come here to chit-chat old friend; what is going on in the world beyond that makes you need my help? Oh, and let me get you a cup of coffee, the body you have commandeered looks like it could use a cup.” Jera continued. “I think Mr. David Clark of Oakland, California would like that; two sugars too please! Baphomet replied in a friendly tone, adding, “And yes, you are a lovely person.” The two sat at the dinette table, and Baphomet spoke, “Jera, I will come to the point. There has been a disturbance in the continuum, and I am asking for your help. There is a young woman locally that has ‘the gifts’ but this girl does not know that she possesses them just yet. She lives in a rather difficult situation, and is coming to adulthood with questions about her orientation. Her parents are quite the believers in the religion of the bodies which in and of itself is unimportant, but what is troubling is the pressure that is being put upon this young woman to conform to their wishes, and not to her own, and it is disturbing the continuum as this girl is contemplating suicide, and that is unacceptable to the ‘higher ups.’ I have been sent to ask you to help right away.” At this point, Baphomet waved his hand, and the young girl was there before them as a hologram. “She’s lovely! Jera exclaimed, “But good grief, she is so plainly dressed; it hides her beauty. It’s like someone is trying to snuff out this girl’s loveliness. That’s what this is about; we have a tug-of-war going on over this girl. The Bodyist group detects the powers and wants to crush them. The issue is complicated by the girl’s concerns about her homosexual feelings, and do you feel the lust in this girl? It’s powerful and radiates like heat lamp. What is her name?” Jera continued. “Kathy, Kathy Moran” replied Baphomet. “And yes, I do detect her desires, and I think you are interested, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am.” Jera replied. “So you will help?” Baphomet asked. “Hmmm, yeah, I’ll help. I have some time off coming after today, and it might be something fun to do. Do the big shots care if she is homosexual?” Jera asked. “Not in the least, that’s a body thing that doesn’t affect the powers at all. They prefer bodies to reproduce in order to pass on the powers of course, and strongly suspect that this girl will eventually have a child if only for the mercenary reason of helping to prevent breast cancer. So the issue is nothing to worry about at all. Do you detect something?” “Yes, this girl is a lesbian, it’s a granted wish and karma thing all in one from her previous life, but she doesn’t understand yet. At first I thought she was just wrestling with growing up, but it is far beyond that, and she has a healing gift, and it is powerful. The powers are interesting as well; she can do a lot of good. The Bodyists are frightened of her? That seems both strange yet typical too. I’ll gladly help, I am going to have to start tonight, and we don’t have a lot of time left to move on this one.” Jera said with concern. “Splendid, I knew I could depend on you.” Baphomet said in a very satisfied voice. “Keep me posted, and as always, it was a pleasure to see you.” He added with a sly leer and a knowing grin. “Oh get out of here you old goat, I have work to do?” Jera said with smile and a chuckle. Baphomet vanished while blowing a kiss at Jera. Jera said, “So long old friend.” blowing a kiss back at him, as his image faded into nothing. “Well Kathy Moran, I think we are going to become very close, you and I” Jera said aloud as she looked at the hologram of the young girl. With a snap of the fingers, the hologram was gone. “First things first.” Jera said aloud as she started dressing for the book signing. As she left the house she told Grimsby that he was in charge and to behave himself. ---------- It was a good, typical book signing in a classy bookstore; the sort of store that serves espresso, latte, yerba, and flavored chai. Jera contented herself with a mate of yerba and enjoyed the pleasant warmth as she drew the liquid through the traditional silver strainer/straw, moving the leaves to one side, drinking the liquid and then refilling the mate as is custom in parts of South America. The event was pleasant, the well wishers were polite, and only one expressed any concern about a character in the latest book being lesbian and a central figure. Jera explained how the character, “Miss Giddings” was essential to building the main protagonist, a certain “Emily,” who was a frequent figure in her series of Gothic romance/mysteries entitled “The Yorkshire Affair.” The rather rapt audience listened intently to the explanation and went away very happy with what they had heard. The signing continued and her literary agent, a balding. portly man with a nervous disposition was quite pleased that the whole affair had gone off without a hitch. At 11 AM the signing ended and Jera had to get to San Francisco. The traffic was typically uncooperative, but Jera’s little Ford proved more than effective in getting her and her agent, Norman Freed, into downtown San Francisco on time. Lunch was a surprise for Jera as Norman presented an eye-popping royalty check from a cable network which was going to produce her popular “Avington Hill” gothic romance/mystery novels into a five part series. Norman Freed had held the check so he could deliberately surprise Jera; he adored his client with the unusual talent for high Victorian drama, romance, mystery and horror, frequently all in the same book. Jera had suspected something was up, but played along to keep her agent happy. He was a sweet and reliably honest, dependable man, and the best agent she had had in several decades. Jera counted herself lucky to have so good an agent. Norman Freed would have quaked in fear if he had known that the lovely late 20’s-early 30ish looking woman seated across from him was over eight thousand years old, and was not a woman at all, but a succubus. Jera had occupied the same body for 561 years, when she had “rescued” a lovely young woman scheduled to be burned at the stake as a witch in 1446. It was a dark and fearsome year when the plagues raged through her village near San Marino, Italy. Maria Mondano had survived the horrors, though her entire family had been swept away by the dreaded disease. But, fate wasn’t done with the lovely Maria; she had been denounced to a professional witch hunter working for the Inquisition by a jealous rival. The rival, a woman named Katarina, had coveted Maria’s late husband, and the two had carried on an affair behind her back. An accusation was made that Maria had used witchcraft to bring about the death of her husband and children. If the rival couldn’t have Maria’s husband Pietro, then Maria would die. The succubus had been around the area having fun at night in the dreams of a few of the local men, and a couple of the younger, attractive women too. The matter of Maria Mondano attracted the succubus’ attention, and though normally unconcerned about the life and death of bodies, Maria Mondano had real healing powers that were unknown to her, and to have these gifts destroyed in the fire would have been a horrible waste. So at great risk, Jera the succubus jumped into the body of Maria Mondano, and with a combination of otherworldly strength, and the fearsome mental powers the succubus possessed, she escaped from the clutches of the Inquisition and the pyre, leaving the Inquisition wondering where the woman had gotten too. Jera slipped away and lived like a normal human woman for over a century. She had many children, but gave up having offspring as she could no longer bear burying them. Jera could not pass along immortality, though she was both blessed and cursed with eternal life. Outliving her children was a horrible experience that left a deep and painful memory, but again in 1550, the Inquisition came looking for the woman who never grew old. Witchcraft was the charge, and Jera escaped again leaving the Inquisition wondering if there was a Jera at all. Jera then lived as a nun for another century studying the various religions of the bodies closely, but had to give that up too as questions were popping up about the woman who was so brilliant, and such an excellent healer, but who seemed to never age a day. Again, the Inquisition came snooping around, and Jera had to flee into hiding. From there it was a life of travel for nearly a century living in many countries and seeing much of the world as the consort of adventurers until settling in England in 1748, and living as a poetess and healer in a quiet Yorkshire town with a pleasant natured, kind, and affectionate herbalist man for nearly 60 years. Following his death, Jera moved to London and lived quietly in a good rooming house with a very nice, if lusty woman for the next 40 years, as her personal secretary, assistant, traveling companion, and secret lover in a most ardent affair, until she died in 1848. In 1852 Jera moved to the USA, and lived in New York as a writer and poetess of some regard for a weekly newspaper. After the Civil War, there was travel in North America with a few rather good men, and a number of women until she returned to England in the 1930’s and lived in her beloved Yorkshire village of old as a healer, herbalist, and poetess with a very attractive woman house mate who also was a gifted healer. During the Second World War Jera was a nurse in a military hospital and was very well liked. Jera found war to be hideous, and actually pitied the men who came in wounded; it was such a waste. Following the war, Jera returned to the USA, and lived as a nurse, herbalist, doctor, poetess, writer, and healer, mostly with other women in urban settings, until the 1990’s when a young woman walked into a real estate broker’s office in Mill Valley, California and bought a lovely if rather pricey town house in a quiet development. From there, the writing started paying off, and Jera was doing well and enjoying her contacts with other women quite a bit more then with men. Jera admits she has not found the equal of her herbalist husband from the Yorkshire of so long ago, and that women are a more than acceptable substitute. Jera’s greatest difficulty is keeping her papers like passports, birth certificates, driver’s licenses, and social security cards up to date. But when you have certain powers, you can do many things. But Jera’s thoughts returned to the present, and she was negotiating with her agent for the amount of time off she would have before her next series installment was due. Norman was nervous, but agreeable that four to six months would be the maximum Jera could take off, but that she had to stay in contact with him in case the publishers wanted something sooner, and generally they did after three months. Jera found it acceptable and lunch continued nicely. After the lunch ended, Jera drove Norman to the airport for his return flight to New York, and gave the man a gentle peck on the cheek while silently communicating to him that he should return home to his lovely wife and have some intimacy tonight. Jera’s little unspoken, telepathic “love wishes” had helped Norman save his marriage and cement a solid love with his wife. While driving home Jera’s mind was on a more immediate issue, and that was what to do about Kathy Moran? Tonight she would pay a little nocturnal visit to the lovely girl who was hidden away by her parents. ---------- Jera found that there were several Moran’s in the phone book and through her own powers found that Kathy was the daughter of Becky and Harold Moran, and that they did not live too far away. Kathy attended a nearby school and was a senior scheduled to graduate this coming June, she had an outstanding academic record, and a good behavior record too. The school would provide the way for Jera to influence Kathy, and save the depressed girl from suicide. Kathy’s favorite subject was history, and Jera soon noted that the history teacher, a Mr. Apodaca, suffered from gall bladder troubles; time for the good teacher to have a flare-up of trouble requiring him to get an operation. This was the way in. Jera would become “Miss Meacham” a well-qualified substitute teacher. The real Miss Meacham, an attractive, if aging 42 year old woman would stay home and know all about what happened at school as if she were there, but Jera would take her place as the actual teacher. But first, Jera wanted to gauge how receptive her charge would be to advances from another woman. So, as the day was ending, Jera decided to drop in on the Moran’s and have a look at the workings of the family. It was a cold household, with a minimum of affection and plenty of requests for help doing chores from the mother. Kathy was expected to hop to it and do her share and then some. There was a grown older sister who was working, and not at home, and a somewhat harried husband with a domineering streak towards his daughters that looked like a revenge reaction against his nettlesome wife. Jera had seen worse, by far. Kathy hungered for some love, some human warmth, and Jera could feel the girl’s yearning for affection. Kathy finished her evening chores and went to her room to do her homework. Throughout the evening, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her and several times had turned around to see if anyone was there. But in her room Kathy felt strangely safe and warm. Jera lightened her “touch” a little and simply watched as the pretty, and shapely girl did her homework. Kathy’s mind was active and somewhat “noisy” from thoughts and emotions. She had a good memory, and good retention abilities. However, periodically the girl had moments of sadness when she felt unloved, and unwanted, but just underneath this feeling was a burning lust that was consuming her, and the lust was most noticeable to Jera. Kathy knew nothing about sex but was dying to learn and was attracted to both handsome boys and attractive girls too, but there was a problem. Kathy was too shy to speak to a boy, and had no real girlfriends that she could confide in, especially anything as intimate and personal as homosexual feelings. This 17 year old girl was virtually all alone in the midst of growing up with no help from anyone. Her parents were no help at all as discussion about sexual matters was something taboo in the Moran household. Jera bided her time and waited for Kathy to take a shower. When the time came, Jera was impressed by the girl’s fine figure, and loveliness. For her part, Jera made Kathy’s somewhat hard and cold bed “warm up” a little and fluff up a bit so that when Kathy crawled under the covers she would feel very comfortable. Kathy turned in at 10 PM and after the usual “good nights” and evening prayers were said she found the bed so comforting and warm, which in itself was strange, that she fell asleep quickly. Jera was right beside the girl, waiting for Kathy to enter REM state. Kathy’s first vision was a common “falling” sensation but soon Jera interjected herself. Kathy was so alone, and so lonely. Jera offered a hug and Kathy accepted. For the longest time Jera hugged the girl, and then she transported the girl to the sea shore, and they were all alone on a big blanket and without clothes! They were nude sunbathing. Kathy was transfixed by the woman next to her, and couldn’t take her eyes off from her. Jera spoke, “Kiss me, and I will kiss you back.” in a soft voice. Kathy moved and drew close to Jera and kissed her on the mouth lightly, as Jera’s arms went around the girl’s upper body. Jera kissed Kathy back and the two were soon kissing passionately. Jera let her hands drift lightly over Kathy’s back and told Kathy that she could touch her if she wished, hands explored and roamed and Kathy was so excited. Kathy and Jera would neck for awhile, swim in the warm ocean, neck some more and talk about anything and everything. All in the most vivid colors as if it was really happening. Jera left the girl at about 6 AM and Kathy soon woke up dazzled by the dream, and different. It was the most amazing dream she had ever had, warm, beautiful, and sexy in a forbidden way. She could tell no one about the dream, and would never forget it. She could still smell the ocean, and seemingly smell the woman in the dream too. She dressed, had breakfast, and was soon off to school. Jera for her part made her way to Miss Meacham’s apartment and interjected herself into the woman and left a comatose body holding the spirit of Marian Meacham as Jera assumed her looks, voice, knowledge, and mannerisms. Marian Meacham would be fully aware of what was happening in school but she wouldn’t be there. Jera would. When the call came for a substitute assignment “Miss Meacham” was more than willing to help out. Marian Meacham lived alone, a recent divorcee with no romantic interests to drop in on her, or nosy friends to stop by. School was more agreeable to Jera than she thought it would be. With her profound knowledge of real history and ability to command attention, she made an otherwise boring class come alive. Her awe struck students and thunderstruck administrators all came away impressed with the pretty but aging substitute teacher. Day one went well. Kathy had been there and Jera had been able to see deep into the mind of the girl and for giggles triggered memories of the seashore dream leaving Kathy a bit uncomfortable as excitement washed over her. Jera whispered into Kathy’s mind, “I will come again tonight if you like?” Jera sensed the deep inner yearning of the girl as she mentally said “Yes!” They would have a bit livelier date this coming night. Jera had a good one in mind. After class, “Miss Meacham” spoke briefly to Kathy praising her homework for its completeness, and encouraged the girl to keep working hard. Kathy felt a sense of warmth and a touch of uneasiness as the eyes of the substitute teacher seemed to capture her, command every bit of her attention and burn into her mind. “Miss Meacham is a strange person, but I like her, I think.” Kathy thought to herself. As the school day ended, Jera drove to the real Miss Meacham’s apartment, and released the woman from her enforced coma and brought the awakening woman fully up to date about how school went. Jera was gone before Marian Meacham was fully awake but Jera left a powerful hypnotic suggestion to allow for a quick takeover of Marian in the morning. Marian Meacham awakened and puzzled at how stiff she was after such a short nap. Working out the stiffness in her shoulders, Marian made her way to her desk and began reviewing some left over homework assignments. Jera lived a short distance away and was home in minutes. Grimsby was pleased to see her, and Jera fixed something for him to eat. She also fixed herself a salad for dinner. Following dinner, Jera worked on her novel, and decided after that to drop in on the Moran’s. She was glad she did too. Mrs. Moran was having an all out hissy fit over some piddling chore that wasn’t done to her liking. The screeching and wild gesticulating was far beyond anything necessary to convey displeasure, especially over anything as trivial as a small dust bunny under a china cabinet that Kathy had missed while vacuuming. Mrs. Moran moved to hit her daughter, but Mr. Moran unexpectedly stepped between the enraged mother and the terrified daughter and he told Kathy to go to her room and stay there. A dreadful fight ensued and Mrs. Moran stormed out of the house, though she returned a little later in a far calmer mood. She apologized to her husband and to especially to Kathy who was still very frightened and confused. Jera had “inspired” Mr. Moran to come to his daughter’s aid, and for the life of him, Mr. Moran could not believe he had stood up to the wife who had browbeaten him for so long. It felt good though. For Kathy’s part, Jera interjected herself gently and Kathy dove into her homework and was ready to clean up and turn in by 9:30PM. Jera was again treated to the sight of the lovely young woman taking a shower. Kathy had slightly outsized breasts for her upper frame that were certainly eye catching with light brown nipples and areolas that were a lighter shade of brown and given to pronounced puffing up. Her waist was perhaps 23, maybe 24, and her hips were a bit narrow, but with a slightly outsized, bulgy bottom that had an attractive medium crack that fit the compact, if bulgy, cheeks perfectly. Jera estimated that the hips were 34, maybe 35 at most, maybe a little less due to the narrowness of her pelvic wings, but Kathy had a fine-boned frame and nature had been very kind to give her such charms. “Those are lesbian hips, by golly. She could take a strap-on and do a woman in the missionary position with pelvic wings that narrow.” Jera thought to herself. “And that ass, that’s a lesbian ass if I ever saw one! This girl is lesbian bait, how come she hasn’t been approached before now? It’s strange. She has one of the more kissable bottoms that I’ve seen in some time.” Jera continued. Jera fluffed up and warmed Kathy’s bed again. And Kathy again marveled at how warm and comfy the entire bed felt. Sleep came quickly and Jera was right there when REM state came over Kathy. Kathy ran to Jera and hugged her with a longing that was palpable. Jera transported Kathy to a place where there were many other women, many of whom were nude and sunning themselves. This was a resort somewhere tropical and there were only women, and not a man to be seen anywhere. Again Kathy and the strange woman were naked on a beach blanket. Suddenly Kathy felt the need to go to the ladies room. Jera directed Kathy to a sizable building almost straight back at the edge of the beach, and told her to use the middle door for the toilet area. Kathy made her way to the building oblivious to her own nudity as almost everyone else was naked, and those that weren’t totally naked had no tops on. Kathy entered the room with a mild sense of hesitation and made her way to a stall. But when she opened the door, there were two women in there, one older, and one younger, having intimate sex. The older woman was sitting on the toilet, her legs pulled back and her butt forward on the seat, letting the younger woman lick her honey well. Kathy felt her nipples surge and her labes inflate. She had imagined this before, but to see it in such detail was mind blowing. However, the older woman looked up, smiled at Kathy and told her quietly to leave, and close the door, albeit very politely. Kathy snapped back, shaken by what she had seen, and left them to their pleasures. She then made her way to another stall, but two darker skinned women were in there making out, oblivious to Kathy’s presence. Kathy quietly left but not before she had seen one woman slide her hand into her partner’s crotch and play with her honey well. Stunned, Kathy made her way to another stall but was rocked back to see a very pretty woman with her feet on the toilet bowl edges, squatting over the bowl and in the middle of pushing out a long, thick turd. On her knees behind the squatting woman, another woman watched closely and had a wad of toilet paper in her hand. Kathy quickly left, deeply rattled by what she had just seen and was about to leave, but she had to go so badly, that she had to find a stall quickly. The next stall was open and Kathy was grateful just to be able to relieve herself. On the one side she heard the splash from the turd falling into the water from the woman doing her dump. Her partner whispered about how “mommy” was going to have to clean up her lover’s dirty bottom. Kathy surged between wild excitement and complete revulsion. But in the stall on the other side she heard gentle groaning and kissing that piqued her curiosity. As Kathy finished her business and cleaned up, she worked up her courage to peek in at the other couple. But it was like they were waiting for her. A standing woman with the most amazing eyes looked at Kathy and with a pointed finger invited her in with them. Reluctantly Kathy went in and closed the door. The standing woman invited Kathy to touch and kiss her ample boobs, and as if guided by an invisible hand Kathy reached out and touched the soft flesh and then she bent over and began to lick the sizable nipples. Something snapped in Kathy and she began to lick and suck the big boobs, but when she looked behind the standing woman, she saw another woman sitting on the toilet and kissing the standing woman’s bottom. Kathy was wide eyed as the sitting woman licked deeply into the standing woman’s butt crack and it was very apparent that she was licking the standing woman on the butthole. Then the sitting woman looked up and caught Kathy’s gaze with eyes that completely captured her. There was no escaping those eyes. “I love her bottom, and I think you like her bottom too, don’t you?” the seated woman said. Kathy was stunned speechless. “Do you like her ass?” The seated woman asked again in a voice that Kathy found wildly exciting. “Y-Y-Yes…I like her…ass.” Kathy replied still in shock from the powerful gaze of the seated woman. “Then take my place here, please. Come and see for yourself how beautiful her ass is. I know you want to kiss it like I did, come and do it. She loves it when I do it and you will love it too, just like me.” The woman said as she rose from the toilet. Inexorably Kathy was drawn to sit down behind the standing woman. The ass was right in front of her face and with little prodding Kathy leaned forward and kissed the soft, yet firm flesh of the bottom. As with the standing woman’s breasts, Kathy went wild kissing and licking the gorgeous ass in front of her. The other woman said, “Lick it, lick her ass crack! Put your mouth right over the hole and suck it! Suck her asshole! Oh yeah, you love it, you love my lover’s asshole young girl, stick your tongue up that hole and taste my lover, really taste her! Oh yeah, you are getting some taste now and you love it, don’t you? Now suck it some more, and stick your tongue in again. That’s it! That’s it! Get that taste! Oh you are so fucking hot!” Kathy for her part was blown away and lost in the passion unfolding before her. She loved this woman’s asshole, and actually, momentarily, could taste something with a flat sort of bland yet burnt kind of taste that was strangely sweetish and a bit nasty. Instantly Kathy knew it was poop. The other woman was right, she had tasted a tiny amount this woman’s poop and she loved it! She loved the utter wickedness and the complete wretched abjectness of this unseemly scene. She wanted to lick them both and lick their honey wells too, and be licked by them. She would have her first orgasm in that stall, and as she wished, she was licked by them and when they licked deep into her ass crack Kathy almost fainted. She licked them both and nearly three hours elapsed before Kathy returned to the blanket on the beach. Her friend was fully covered with sun screen and asleep. Kathy went swimming, but her mind was swimming at the incredible interlude she had had in the toilet area. After letting the sea wash off the sweat of the encounter Kathy returned to the blanket to lie down, and she promptly fell asleep. Jera looked at Kathy; she could tell the girl was different now. Jera made a mental note to thank all of her friends for helping to bring out Kathy so completely. Jera woke Kathy up about an hour later and told her that they had better get inside before Kathy got sun burned. At dinner, Kathy finally told Jera about the interlude, and how free she felt and how weird the encounter had been. They talked for awhile and then suddenly the two women from the bathroom were standing by their table and Jera invited them to sit down. Kathy was at once silenced and feeling a bit ashamed, but the eyes, smiles and friendliness of the women set her at ease quickly, and a hot flash of excitement raced through her as they invited Jera and her to spend the night with them in their room. ---------- It was a wild night of wilder passion and lustiness. The kissing, licking, caresses and loving seemed to go on all night long, yet Kathy awoke in her own bed fully refreshed. Yet she could recall every detail, every sound, sight and smell of the dream. She looked around with a combination of happiness and bewilderment. It was a beautiful sunrise outside. Kathy made her way to the shower and washed herself. She felt sticky and funky, and after the shower was completely awake, clean feeling, and ready for the day. Miss Meacham’s class was especially good and two administrators had sat in on the class and were clearly impressed. It was all Kathy could do to keep from standing up after class and applauding Miss Meacham, and she wasn’t alone. Again, Miss Meacham’s eyes had captured Kathy, and again the girl had said yes to the idea of another night visit. Jera had a plan. Miss Meacham’s second class had a girl named Cindy in it. Cindy like Kathy was wrestling with very strong lesbian feelings, knew next to nothing about sexual matters, and was also dying for some love and affection at home. Like Kathy, she was contemplating suicide. Cindy Mason was a very light skinned mixed race girl with clearly outsized breasts, a 25 inch waist, and a fine, bulgy, yet compact, “black girl’s” bottom, and high pelvic wings. She was less finely boned than Kathy but not “big boned.” Like Kathy, Cindy was smart, very imaginative, and had a somewhat “noisy” mind. She yearned for affection, and like Kathy, her lesbian feelings were strong, and these desires seriously worried the teenager who lived in a household deeply tied to the church. In spite of her fine appearance, she was beginning to have self-worth issues, and self-esteem problems. Jera felt the need to intervene. Cindy might be very useful in her plans with Kathy, and if she could help Cindy get over her troubles, so much the better. A quick trip to Cindy’s house, confirmed the worst. Cindy lived in a house where the children were not spoiled, and the rod was not spared. Religion of the bodies programming blared incessantly from a radio in the kitchen, and Cindy’s five siblings were among themselves, sneaky, duplicitous, and untrustworthy in the extreme. It was a house full of children who hated each other, and that hatred was deliberately stoked by parents who mercilessly played the children off against each other. Cindy had figured out her parent’s game before she was thirteen. Slow to anger, but no fool, Cindy found that going to the nearby library and staying there for a few hours seemed to lessen the trouble at home. While her brothers and sisters argued and fought, leading to intervention from their ill-tempered father, and mean spirited mother, Cindy enjoyed peaceful boredom, far fewer beatings, and in the process was learning a lot, getting her homework done, and receiving great grades. Jealous and envious sisters tried to wreck Cindy’s library hide-out scheme, but were foiled by both the intervention of an aunt, and the librarian, who had come to like Cindy. It was as dysfunctional a family as Jera had ever seen. But Jera was about to change some of that. A succubus can target several people at once, so splitting off to see both Kathy and Cindy was a snap. And that night when she brought Kathy and Cindy together on the beach and left them to their own play, passions collided and Kathy seduced Cindy thoroughly. Cindy for her part was completely satisfied and awoke in the morning feeling better than she had felt in years, or ever for that matter. Vivid memories of lust flashed in her mind as she recalled the emotions, the joy, and the physical pleasure of the encounter at the shore. That girl’s face, those lips, her neck, boobs, and crotch, those buns, and that butt crack all flashed in her mind. She felt the girl’s tongue rasp across her clitoris, and had felt the wiggle of that girl’s tongue against her butt hole even. She also remembered returning all of the favors as well even in the butt. So much affection, so much happy feeling, so much lust, left Cindy smiling to herself and yet teary eyed too, for she knew it had all been only a dream. Kathy on the other hand was also very satisfied and trying to remember where she had seen the other girl before. She recalled every inch of that girl, and could still literally smell her crotch and butt in spite of taking a morning shower. Jera smiled, also satisfied, “Success, time for step two.” ---------- End of Part One. Hi, this is Donna Z. I hope you liked this latest story, and remember always that lesbianism is about caring and sharing and especially, companionship. Enjoy your lesbian feelings, revel in them, try it all, do it a lot, don't hold back! But always be good to your partner, by practising not only safe sex, but smart sex as well. The golden rule applies, even in bed with each other. Don't make our orientation risky and dangerous by doing things that just arn't smart.