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 (Note from author) I do not condone sexual activity of any kind even
consensual between adults and children.  I see no problem in having
fantasies but, thinking about it and actually doing it are two completely
different things.  I'm only writing this just to see if I can.  If I can
write it, there will be a second part.  This and the second part are
probably the only stories like this that I will ever write.  We'll just
have to see how I feel after this one.  I do not condone what takes place
in this story.  It is entirely a work of fiction.  In case you need a
reminder or some education, fiction means it ain't real, it never really
happened.  Now that I've made my true feelings on the subject clear, I
actually do hope you enjoy the story.



   Lyssa and Karen 1

   My name is Lyssa.  I was just over twelve years old when it happened.  I
wasn't an expert about sex but, I wasn't stupid about it either.  Mom had
already had "The Talk" with me.  Let's just say I knew the basics.  I was
still a virgin.  I had discovered masterbation about six months earlier. 
When I managed to have my first orgasm...whoa.  Talk about mind blowing. 
Oh, guess I should describe myself or at least what I looked like back
then. I had shoulder length brown hair, was almost five feet tall, blue
eyes, kinda skinny.  I had developed the so-called hourglass figure but the
only hair I had was on my head and my chest was still flat as a pancake.  I
had a tan but, not too dark.  When it comes to muscle tone, I wasn't a
gymnist but, I could do ten pull-ups without breaking a sweat.  Guess you
could say I was in shape.

   Well, better get to the point here.  My parents worked for a big
computer company.  Some times one or the other would have to go out of town
for a conferrence or a convention or something like that.  Usually there
would be at least one of them at home.  Then one day they both came home
from work and said they both had to go out of town for a couple of days for
a big meeting.  They couldn't leave me alone for all that time.  They made
some calls, talked things over with me and, it was decided I would stay
with Ms.  Colmen.  She was a friend of my mom's and had also been my
teacher in school the year before.  She was twenty-five, about five feet
seven, and looked about like me except she had about a C-size chest.  Ms.
Colmen was nice but she made me a little nervous.  From time-to-time in
school I had noticed her looking at me if you know what I mean.  It didn't
occure to me that there might be anything sexual about it.  Though mom had
had the talk with me, lesbianism was not part of the conversation.  I got
my things packed and Mom and Dad dropped me off at her house.

   Ms.  Colmen came out to greet us.  She looked at me and said, "Hey,
Lyssa.  Didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon." (School had let out
for summer about a month before)

   I said, "Hi, Ms.  Colmen."

   Ms.  Colman said, "Now, sweety, we're not in class anymore.  You're my
guest not my student.  Just call me Karen."

   "Okay, Karen."

   Mom and Dad went over the usual instructions, we said our good byes, and
they drove away.  Karen and I went inside.  She showed me her guest bedroom
and left me to get settled in.  We spent the day watching tv, playing video
games, and having sessions of girltalk.  When my bed time came around I
said good night and went to bed.  As usual, being in a strange bed, I was
having trouble getting to sleep.  Karen had already gone to bed and for all
I knew was sound asleep.  I had to use the bathroom.  I got up, went to
take care of business, and was about to go back to bed when I heard
something.  Wasn't sure what it was.  It was coming from Karen's room.  Her
door was cracked open and the light was still on.  I tip-toed up to the
door and peeked inside.  What I saw then...whoa!  Karen was laying on her
bed...naked!  Her left hand was on one of her breasts and her right hand
was between her legs.  She had something in her right hand.  It was making
a buzzing noise.  Thanks to my chat with mom, I knew exactly what the
object was and what I was seeing.  Definately something I should not be
seeing.  I wanted to leave and go back to bed but, from the forehead down,
my body had other plans.  My feet were glued to the floor and my eyes would
not leave the scene they were observing.  Karen was pumping the vibrator in
and out of her vagina at a mile a minute.  she was breathing heavy,
gasping, and moaning.  Her body was all sweaty.  I noticed something I did
not expect.  A certain tingling sensation between my legs that I was now
very familiar with.  Holy shit!  I was watching a grown woman masterbate
and it was...turning me on!  I wanted to just stuff my hand into my crotch
and go crazy.  But I knew I couldn't.  One moan or gasp, both of which were
certain to happen, and I'd be more busted than I would if I walked into a
police station with a hand full of cyrstal meth.  Karen suddenly let out a
loud moan, her entire body tensed up, and she held the vibrator deep inside
herself.  After a few seconds, she collapsed.  She removed the vibrator and
turned it off saying to herself, "My god, Lyssa, I didn't know you could
fuck like that."

   Normally, that comment would've knocked me on my ass.  But I was too
busy moving at the quietest warp ten anyone ever had back to my room.  Once
back in bed, my right hand went strait into my pajama bottoms.  My pussy
was soaked.  I started rubbing my labia and immediately began to moan.  I
worked my middle finger into my slit and found my clit swelled up bigger
than ever.  About thirty seconds later...POW!  I had never cum so hard.  It
damn near knocked me out.  Once I finally got my senses back, Karen's
comment began to sink in.  Was she actually thinking about me?  What had
she meant?  How could I find out?  Dare I even ask her?  All good questions
and they'd have to wait until tomorrow.  I was beat.