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 Daughter's Slutty Friend by Jen L.  Lee (C) 2015



   "I'll say it again Marjorie, I don't like that girl," Nigel Bennington
groused to his wife of 17 years.  "I think she's a bloody awful influence
on our Elizabeth.  She dresses like a trollop."

   Marjorie Bennington sighed.  "Dear God Nigel, will you lighten up?" She
told him.  "We're not living in Sussex anymore, this is New York and it's
not 1950 anymore.  Lord luv, you'd be stuffy by those standards, come to
think of it!  Who uses a word like trollop anymore?" Marjorie looked
outside to see her daughter Betsy swimming in the pool along with her
gorgeous, slightly-older friend Marlene.  The 15-year old blonde was hard
to ignore in her barely-there bikini.  At 5'9", the stunning Marlene tended
to stand out in a crowd.  Slender and beautiful, Marlene seemed confident
in her body and didn't hide her assets in the slightest.  Nigel didn't
approve because Marlene quite obviously dressed to provoke a reaction and
yet she paid absolutely no attention to Betsy's father.  With Marjorie, she
was all charm and gracious manners.

   Marjorie came to realize fairly early on the word "subtle" was not
included in Marlene's vocabulary.  She dressed as she pleased and every
item in her wardrobe was skin-tight, short or downright naughty.  She had
shown up today in a pair of leather shorts, a gauzy black blouse under
which she wore her bikini top and high heels that were very naughty for a
teenage girl - although Marjorie saw that Marlene had the legs for them,
sleek and shapely.  The fact that Marjorie noticed such things had troubled
her at first.

   Lately, Marjorie had been unable to avert her eyes from the teen's
shapely body.  Betsy was young and petite, only 5'3" in her stocking feet,
so the taller Marlene hovered over her daughter.  Despite Nigel's
protestations, Marlene seemed to adore her younger friend and acted as her
friend and confidante.  She seemed to be able to draw Elizabeth out of her
shell and in the last 6 months, Marjorie had seen a real evolution in her
daughter.  She was acting more confident; she laughed more and was no
longer hiding her body under layers of clothing.  While she hadn't reached
the pinnacle of naughtiness that Marlene had achieved, Betsy was showing
off her cute little figure in outfits she would not dared have worn the
previous year.  She herself had started referring to herself as Betsy and
not the formal "Elizabeth" her father used.  If it came to a screaming
match between herself and Nigel, Marjorie was going to put her foot down.
Marlene was good for Betsy's morale and that was that!

   There was another underlying factor - Marlene reminded Marjorie of
herself at that age.  She had been young and flirty and every chance she
got, she would scurry off to London to party with some of her naughtier
friends.  Usually her Dad (and sometimes Mum) would have to come and
retrieve her but they never chastised her overmuch.  Both of them knew that
it would be impossible to rein Margie in.  She was strong-willed and
independent, much like her beloved Gran.

   When she met Nigel, they hoped that some of their dreams for their
daughter might be realized.  Nigel came from a well-to-do family, was going
to Cambridge to be educated and Margie was smitten with him.  It wasn't
hard to see why; he had beautiful manners, spoke with near-perfect diction
and resembled the actor David Niven.  Margie's mum was almost more gone on
Nigel than she was.  Margie did enjoy the time she spent with "her young
man" as everyone called him, although he was almost 9 years her senior.  A
wedding seemed inevitable and so it was.  The 18-year old Marjorie was
allowed to wed the nearly 27-year old Nigel.  Now that she was a wife,
Nigel didn't take her out to dinner every Saturday night or bring her
flowers all the time.  He saw no need for it; he had courted and won his
prize, as far as he was concerned.  There were a number of times that she
found herself wondering if he had a mistress, because their sex life had
dwindled to near-nothingness.

   Marjorie was hoping he'd see what his indifference was doing to their
lives, but after the birth of Betsy, he became even more stoic and reserved
than ever before.  His life consisted of reading, watching soccer on the
telly and gaining a bit of a paunch.  If he did have a mistress, Margie
pitied the young fool.

   Shortly before Betsy's 5th birthday, Nigel was offered a job in New
York. Nigel didn't want to take it at first, he was "true Brit" and when
cut, he bled tea.  Simply put, the money was simply too good, more than
double his current salary and with all travel expenses paid.  Marjorie was
torn.  She would hate to leave Sussex and all the friends she had grown up
with, plus her family as well.  On the other hand, she was bored being home
with Betsy all day.  She rarely saw her friends or family because Nigel was
such an old fuss-pot he rarely wanted to go anywhere and they didn't want
to come to her.

   Marjorie encouraged Nigel to accept the job and they packed up their
home and moved to New York.  Her relationship with her family actually
improved because they had to call more frequently if they wanted contact
with her or Betsy.  With the time difference, Marjorie could have them call
late enough at their time while Nigel was at work.

   Betsy seemed a bit happier in New York, she was around more children her
own age and she lost a lot of her British reserve.  Not enough to suit
Marjorie - Betsy had far too much of her father in her and tended to be a
loner at school.  Until Marlene, Marjorie could have counted on one hand
the number of times her daughter had brought a friend home.

   When Elizabeth entered high school, Marjorie actually feared for her
pretty, petite little girl.  She had dealt with the issues of bullying at
Betsy's previous school.  Because of her diminutive stature and the slight
accent she had not been able to completely dismiss, Betsy was a target for
the bigger girls.

   Then Marlene came along.

   Unique, wonderful Marlene who looked like a swan or a ballerina, so tall
and graceful.  Lovely Marlene, who was also a trained kickboxer and martial
artist.  Her long legs made her a target too, as she was taller than most
of her classmates and always wore high heels and skimpy dresses.  The girls
jeered at Marlene and taunted at her and tried to antagonize her.

   There was just one difference between Marlene and tiny little Betsy. 
Marlene wasn't going to put up with it.  If you picked on Marlene, there
was a good chance you were going to regret it.  More than one young lady
walked away from an altercation looking like they'd been in an altercation
with a caged tiger.

   Betsy didn't know it, but she had found a protector in Marlene.  The
school principal had noticed that Marlene kept a watchful eye on the
younger girl and whenever she was in trouble, Marlene would intercede.  She
didn't let anyone cause trouble for Elizabeth, who she called "Betsy". 
Betsy was smitten with her protector and the two girls became joined at the
hip.  Betsy started emerging from her shell and insisted that Marlene meet
her parents.  Marlene balked at first, but Betsy applied pressure on both
ends.  Marjorie loved seeing her daughter so upbeat and Marlene didn't want
to let her friend down.  From their first meeting, Marjorie liked Marlene
on sight.  She thought the girl was dazzling, personable and open.  Nigel
tried to make conversation but he couldn't seem to handle the strong-willed
girl who challenged so many of his stuff attitudes.  So, he simply gave up.
Whenever Marlene would come around, he would find somewhere else to be. 
That suited his wife just fine - let him go golfing or to an Irish pub for
a pint or two, let him go anywhere!  The afternoons were nicer when it was
just Betsy, Marlene and herself, Marjorie smiled as she watched the girls
swimming.

   Nigel was rustling around in the closet and Marjorie heard him murmur
something about golf.  She mumbled something back, not really caring and
went back to observe the girls.  She was just about to go outside and join
them, perhaps bringing lemonade when she thought she saw ...  no, she
couldn't have...!

   She had!  Betsy was kissing Marlene, standing on tip-toe, planting one
on her.  This was not the chaste kiss of two girl-hyphen-friends; this was
a very romantic, sweet and loving kiss between girlfriends.  Her daughter's
arm was around Marlene's waist and Marlene wasn't making any effort to pull
away.  Marjorie was shocked!  Was her daughter a lesbian?  Were she and
Marlene lovers?  How long had this been going on?  How far had things
progressed?

   Marjorie wasn't sure how long she stood there, transfixed as she watched
the teen girls.  The kiss itself didn't go on very long before the two
young teens jumped back in the pool, but there was a fair bit of horseplay
between them.  Marjorie wondered if they had done the deed?  Had Marlene
seduced her little girl into lesbianism?  Why were all these thoughts
running around in her head - and why were they making her feel so - so odd?

   She put on her own swimsuit and went out to join the girls.  It was a
one piece, one that Nigel approved of, but it was cute low in front and
high on her hips.  It hugged Marjorie's body nicely and anyone could see
that the 35-year old had hung on to her figure.  Her auburn hair was now
flowing loose, a rarity as Nigel hated that.  Marjorie was beginning to
resent her husband as she realized how much he complained about - well,
everything!  Had he always been such an ass or had he become more of a
grump since they had moved to the Colonies?

   "You look lovely, Mum!" Betsy chirped as she accepted a glass of
lemonade from her mother.  "I wish Daddy would let you wear a bikini,
you've still got the body for it!"

   "She sure does!" Marlene enthused, taking a glass of the cool beverage
for herself.  "Even in that suit, you can see what a lovely figure you've
got, Mrs.  Bennington," Marlene told Marjorie.

   "Oh, you don't have to call me Mrs.  Bennington, Marlene," Marjorie told
her.  "Nigel isn't around; you can call me Marjorie - even Margie, if you
like."

   "Daddy doesn't like Marlene very much, does he Mummy?" Betsy asked in a
soft tone.  "Why is that?"

   "I don't know, sweetheart," Margie told her daughter.  "I'm starting to
realize there are a lot of things about your Dad that I don't understand
anymore."

   Despite the hushed tones, Marlene had heard every word.  "He doesn't
like me because I'm young and sexy and I'm not afraid of him," Marlene told
her friend.  "I don't let anyone define who I am - no man is going to
control me!" She said proudly.  "If a man told me I couldn't wear
something, I'd tell him to fuck himself - oh, sorry Mrs.  - Margie," The
girl corrected herself.

   "Don't apologize darling, you're quite right," Margie responded.  "I do
let Nigel have his way too often and perhaps that needs to change.  I won't
be wearing a bikini today, I don't own one - but perhaps I'll go out
shopping in a day or so and get one!"

   "I've got an idea," Marlene announced.  "My Mom's only a year or so
older than you and only a few inches taller - she's about 5'8".  You're
built about the same and she has dozens of suits, I'll see if I can scarf
one up for you and bring it tomorrow.  There's simply no logical reason to
buy a new suit when summer will be over in another 5 weeks," Marlene
proclaimed.

   "Oh dear, that really isn't necessary, I can afford ..."

   Marlene put up her hand.  "Please, it's the least I can do.  Mom's
grateful that you have me over here almost every day and I'm grateful you
produced this little imp," Marlene said, impudently swatting Betsy's
bikini-covered behind.  Betsy looked up at her girlfriend with loving brown
eyes and for the first time, Margie noticed her little girl had a rather
saucy little rump.  Betsy would be a beautiful woman in the years yet to
come.

   Margie spent part of the afternoon with the girls, enjoying their antics
and good-natured banter.  She went inside to prepare dinner but kept one
watchful eye on the girls.  She saw them kiss at least a half-dozen more
times.  She still felt conflicted about it.  She wasn't sure how she felt
about her daughter perhaps being a lesbian, although Betsy was a sensible
young woman and free to make her own lifestyle choices.  She certainly had
chosen well, the blonde in the skimpy black bikini was delicious from head
to toe.  An image of what the girl might look like naked flashed through
Margie's mind.  She pushed it down, but it resurfaced and this time, Betsy
was with her - also naked and kissing with her tongue deep in Marlene's
mouth.  Margie was able to push that image away before Nigel got home. 
Marlene had left only 15 minutes before that and Betsy had changed into a
simple shirt and jeans.  The family ate together and after dinner, Nigel
read while his wife and daughter watched television.  Margie kept giving
cursory looks to her daughter, wondering if perhaps Betsy would confess to
her infatuation with the older, willowy blonde Marlene.

   If she expected that to happen, it didn't.  Betsy gave her mother a kiss
good night around 10 PM and went up to bed.  Marjorie's sleep that night
was fitful - she kept seeing Marlene in various provocative outfits and she
wanted to tear them off the girl and see her naked.  She woke at 2 AM in a
cold sweat and found herself unable to go right back to sleep.  She checked
in on Betsy - who was sleeping naked!  Yes, it was a warm night, but this
choice was quite unlike her little girl.  She covered the girl up after
glancing briefly at her blossoming body - she wasn't Marlene, but Betsy's
body was lovely on its own merits.

   The next afternoon, just after lunch, Margie was alone in the house
tidying up.  Nigel had gone to meet some friends at the pub and Betsy
thought she'd like to go to the library and see if she could find some DVDs
she might like to watch.  Margie was debating on whether or not she'd like
to grab a mid-afternoon swim when someone rang the doorbell.

   Marlene was standing at the door in an outfit that would have given
Nigel conniptions.  Marlene was rocking a short black skirt with expensive
fishnet stockings, high heels and a gauzy black blouse underneath a jacket
that obviously matched the skirt.  She had the same devastating smile on
her face that always endeared her to Margie.  In her hand she held a small
package.  She handed it to Margie with a soft smile.  "Afternoon Margie,"
She said to Betsy's mom.  "It's like I figured, my mother had lots of
bikinis she wasn't using, so she could spare one.  I brought this one over
and figured I could have a swim with Betsy."

   "That's very kind of you dear, but Betsy isn't here.  She's gone to the
library and won't be back until much later.  You're welcome to use the
pool, if you like, I don't mind," Margie told her.

   "That's very kind of you, but I don't want to swim alone.  Please, join
me," Marlene suggested to her.  "Why don't you see how that bikini fits you
and then we'll both have a dip?" For some unknown reason, Margie felt
unusual sensations in the girl's presence, but she laughed those feelings
aside as she went to change into her new suit.

   She gasped when she saw it and tried to fight the feelings of
embarrassment as she put it on.  This thing was barely a suit and she
wasn't sure she wanted to wear it in front of the 15-year old Marlene. 
Still, she went into the living room where the girl was seated with the
shiny silver suit covering ...  barely ...  her body.

   "Marlene darling, thank your mother for me, but I can't wear this!"
Margie protested.  "I don't think I have the body for it and I certainly
wouldn't wear it in front of Nigel ...  or Betsy, for that matter!"

   Marlene stood up and walked over to her friend's mother.  "You have the
absolute perfect body for it; there isn't a hint of flab anywhere on your
body." She moved closer to Margie and behind her.  "As for the second
problem ..." She stunned Margie by grabbing her tits and squeezing them
"... you can always wear it for me!"

   Margie tried to pull away but found that she could not.  Marlene was
surprisingly strong, although Margie also realized that she wasn't
struggling as hard as she should.  Just what was going on?

   "I know that you saw us yesterday," Marlene whispered in her hear, her
voice a sultry purr that sounded far beyond her years.  "There is no way
that you couldn't have.  I know you saw Betsy and me kissing.  Tell me
Margie ...  did it excite you?  Did it make you hot?"

   Margie was going to shake her head "no" but that's not what came out of
her lips.  Her response startled even her.  "Y-yes, it did," Margie
responded.  "It got me very hot; I had the wildest dreams last night."

   Marlene's active hands were moving all over Margie's near-naked frame.
"Were they sex dreams about me?"

   Margie nodded and also thought and about Betsy but didn't think she
would share that information with the teenager.  They had already gone too
far.

   "That's sooo hot, knowing you were dreaming about me," Marlene said as
she took Margie's hand.  "Why don't we go into your bedroom and I'll try to
make some of those dreams come true for you?"

   Margie knew she had to end this, once and for all.  "N-no, we can't,
this is wrong!  I'm a married woman, you're Betsy's best friend and you're
her lover.  You'd be cheating on my daughter and above all of that, you're
only a teenager ..."

   Marlene sighed and leaned forward, cupping Margie's round tits. 
"Doesn't it feel good when I do this?" Margie nodded.  "Now, let's be
honest.  You're an unhappily married woman married to a controlling jerk. I
know that Betsy won't mind and as for my age ...  do I look like any
teenager you've ever known?"

   Marlene stepped back a bit to give Margie a chance to look her over. 
"No," She shook her head and was honest with herself and Marlene.  "You
look like a model; you look like you're in your 20's."

   "I don't fuck like a teenager either," Marlene said, tugging on Margie's
arm.  "Come on, we've only got until about 5 PM when Nigel comes home from
drinking or until Betsy gets home, whichever of those comes first."

   Margie decided to give way to temptation, evil and taboo as it might be.
A lot of her life had been following the path of what others expected of
her - her parents, Nigel, even Betsy.  For this afternoon, maybe just this
one time she was going to do what she wanted.  She wanted to experience
this new and forbidden pleasure with Marlene and perhaps after, she could
close Pandora's Box forever.

   She let Marlene make all the moves, trusting the younger woman's
experiences would help them both.  Marlene placed Margie on the bed, supine
and delicious to the younger girl's admiring gaze.  She reached out and
yanked the silver, metallic bikini away.  On reflex, Margie went to cover
her body, but Marlene slapped her hands away.

   "No more of that, not in here, not with me!" Marlene said in a demanding
tone.  "You're a fucking hot bitch and it's time you realized that.  Here,
let me show you!" With a skill that belied her age, Marlene spread Margie's
smooth legs and kissed all the way up to her pussy.  Margie gasped as
Marlene's lips slithered deep into her ...  her pussy, no, her cunt!  If
she was going to be a bitch, a slut, a lesbian whore, she wanted to just
let loose as Marlene had suggested.

   "Oh God, you fucking lovely little minx, that's wonderful!" Margie
grinned, the teen slurping deep and tonguing wildly.  "I've never felt
anything like that, do as much of that as you like!"

   "I intend to," Marlene said in the same controlling tone she had used
earlier.  "This afternoon you are mine, you wild sexy MILF!  You just enjoy
it, let me take control for a while ...  God-fucking-DAMN, but Betsy has
one hot mother!"

   Hearing her daughter's name while having sex with her girlfriend brought
a momentary pang of guilt to Margie, but she had been without passion for
so long, her desires superseded it.  She stretched out a bit more
provocatively so that Marlene could have easier access to her body.  The
leggy teen still had all of her clothes on and Margie was hoping that would
change soon.  She knew what the sexy sweetheart looked like in a bikini but
there was nothing like the first time you saw someone totally naked.  She
was panting like a bitch in heat as Marlene's tongue snaked in and out of
her cunt and drew an orgasm from her needy body.

   "I hope you enjoyed that Margie, it's going to be the first of many,"
Marlene said as she sat up.  She removed her top half and revealed breasts
that were delicate and perfect.  Every item of clothing was tugged away
until she reached her stockings.  "Can you ...  can you please leave those
on?  I adore your long, lovely legs," Margie whispered.  Marlene nodded yes
with a quiet smile.  Margie let Marlene draw her into a warm embrace and
the two women, one mature with sensual curves and flowing auburn hair, one
young with silk-spun long legs and blonde hair, took intimate moments to
appreciate each other.  They enjoyed their similarities and how much they
loved to kiss and just touch gently.  They enjoyed the differences as well
and Marlene was thrilled at the shy, tentative way Margie kissed her, yet
with more desire each time.

   "You kiss me anywhere you like, sweet baby," Marlene spoke, almost as if
she were the older of the two.  "I think we're going to get along just
fine, oh yes, we are.  Mmm, that's it Margie - what a wonderful touch, what
a lovely tongue!"

   Margie thrilled to the warm, encouraging tones that Marlene was using on
her.  She also loved the way the girl's long blonde hair splayed out behind
her on the bed.  She felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from
her shoulders and as her hands touched the sleek long legs, she knew that
her earlier thought had been incorrect.  The box would remain forever open,
she could never go back.  The woman she had been was lost in a haze of lust
and eroticism.

   Although she was a few inches shorter than Marlene - almost half a foot
if you counted the blonde's heels - Margie was able to rub her own
lightly-furred mons against the totally-shaven mound of Marlene.  Marlene's
clit poked at her and a chill ran throughout her body as their tits mashed
together and the sweet kisses resumed.  Marlene knew she had Betsy's mom
right where she wanted her, the pants and gasps were like a sex symphony in
her ears.

   "Taste me," Marlene urged the beautiful mother.  "Put two fingers in my
pussy and try it, I just know you'll want more once you taste me.  Do it
lover, taste my juices!"

   Margie let Marlene's lewd words propel her forward.  She did as the girl
requested and was surprised to find out how hot the girl's pussy was.  She
withdrew her fingers and licked them clean.  It was an unusual taste at
first, a bit musky and tangy but not unpleasant.  She did it again and on
the third try, she went to the source.  The now-committed lesbian housewife
began lapping at Marlene's cunt as if her very existence depending on
making the blonde teen cum.  And maybe, just maybe, it did.

   Margie really wanted and needed to keep Marlene coming back, so she
resolved right there and then to learn as much as she could about lesbian
sex.  She could rent videos, read books and maybe she would even be able to
find like-minded women in the community?  Nigel was spending more time at
work, golfing and at his pub, so why should she sit around growing dull and
fat?  Sex was a great way to spend the better part of the day!

   Marlene's hands were digging deep into Margie's scalp as she saw
something out of the corner of her eye.  She grinned and the grin turned
into a huge smile as she heard Margie groan in delight and then surprise at
their new playmate.

   "Did I stay away long enough, baby?" Betsy asked Marlene as she lifted
her head from between her mother's legs.  Her face glistened with her
mother's cunt juices and Margie could not conceal her shock.  She had been
set up - now what could she do?

   "Don't worry about it, Mum," Betsy said as she moved closer to the
coupling of her mother and her girlfriend.  "Marlene and I have been
planning this for weeks, at first, I was going to seduce you, but Marlene
thought she had better do it.  I've always told her that I have a Yummy
Mummy ..." Betsy licked her lips "...  and wasn't I right?!" "You were
baby, you were," Marlene said, sharing a tongue-winding kiss with the tiny
brunette.  "She's a hot little bitch once you get her started."

   "So was I, remember?" Betsy giggled.  She turned to her mother and ran
her tiny hand along her mother's back.  "Don't freak out Mum, it's only sex
- really good sex ...  and you need it most of all.  I love your pussy and
you're going to love my little cunt, Marlene says I'm almost as good as her
mother!"

   The shocks just would not end.  "You have sex with your own mother?"
Margie gasped.

   "Oh yes, and so will you - Laurie, my mother can't wait to meet you, she
says if the mother is as good as the daughter, think of all the fun we can
have," Marlene grinned evilly as Betsy cuddled close.

   "Oh no - that's not going to happen, that is where I draw the line,"
Margie said, crossing her arms over her chest.

   "Oh Mum, haven't you learned by now, there are no more lines, just you
and I and Marlene and Laurie having sex, every day.  Sweet, lovely lesbian
sex, as much as we want," Betsy said as she pushed her mother down on the
bed.  "It all sounds incredible, doesn't it, Mum?"

   As Marlene lowered her dripping cunt on to the waiting mouth of the
beautiful housewife and Betsy tongued her mother's pussy avidly, Margie
couldn't think of any reasons to disagree with her.