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Article 59 of 171
Subject: Allison and Sarah - Teenage Romance - F/f.
From: xyz@abc.com (Jym)
Date: 1996/07/12
Message-Id: <31e6b6bd.31992884@news.sprynet.com>
Organization: None
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are
offended by explicit sex, B/d, lesbianism (or any other -ism) then go
away. Otherwise, enjoy.
Sarah and Allison - teen f/f romance. Comments to jym -
gj@sprynet.com
Cheerleading practice was cancelled at the last minute and I knew
my mom wouldn't be home so I decided to walk. It's only a little over
a mile and it was a nice warm afternoon. September in Connecticut is
one of the best months and I felt great as I started home. A couple
of guys honked as I was walking on North Main, but even that didn't
spoil my mood.
For a few minutes I found myself wondering what kind of thrill guys
got from honking and making jerks out of themselves over some girl
walking along, a girl they didn't know and would most likely never
meet. And not just guys my age, but men too, some of them really old
- past 40. I guess I'd never understand them. I didn't even
understand my boyfriend, Don.
I'm a sophomore in high school and I won't be sixteen until late
May. Don is a senior and will be 18 in a few months. He's been
pressuring me to have sex, but I've repeatedly told him that I'm not
ready. He thinks I'm holding out until I'm 16 because of a promise I
made to my mother - that's what I told him one night, but the truth is
that it just doesn't feel right. Oh, well, nothing to worry about
now.
On my way home, after I turn off Main Street, I have to pass
another high school, West Catholic. Our town has four high schools -
two public and two private - I go to one of the public high schools
located only 4 blocks from West Catholic. As I was walking past the
school I noticed a girls soccer game in progress on one of the
athletic fields bordering the street. I crossed the street and stood
by the fence to watch, thinking that I might know some of the players.
Most of the time you don't get to meet many kids who go the Catholic
school route - it's almost like you live in different towns.
I watched for a few minutes and only recognized one of the players.
It was a girl named Anne whom I'd known in junior high. I hadn't seen
her since eight grade and we hadn't really been friends. I was
turning away to resume my walk when I saw a tall blonde break out of
the pack with the ball and start up the field. I stopped to watch
because she was good. Very good. She passed the ball across the
front of the goal and darted in. Her teammate passed back and the
blonde drove it into the net. As she came back up the field, hands
held over her head in celebration, I saw that she was very pretty.
I decided to stay and watch the rest of the game. I walked back to
the gate and slipped through. As I walked over to the sideline I
found myself looking for the tall blonde. She wasn't on the field and
then I saw her standing on the sideline, drinking from a water bottle.
I stopped about 15 feet away from the bench and set my backpack on the
ground. A couple of the players glanced at me curiously and grinned
when they recognized my uniform.
I crouched by my backpack and watched the game, glancing over
occasionally to see if the blonde was going back into the game. She
was chatting with the coach and I found myself watching them more than
the game. She was several inches taller than my 5'7", I guessed about
5'11", and stunningly attractive. Her long blonde hair was done in a
French braid that fell to the small of her back. As I watched her a
little voice in my head whispered, "What the hell are you doing here,
staring at another girl?" I didn't have an answer.
I guess I should tell you a little about me. As I said, I'm 15 and
a sophomore at Central High. I'm 5'7" and weigh 122 pounds. I'm
fairly pretty, but by no means beautiful. I think of myself as
'averagely attractive'. My hair is light brown and was still streaked
with blonde from the hot summer sun at the beach. My eyes are
hazel/green, depending on my mood and the light. I have a fair
complexion and tan nicely, but I have problems with freckles if I
overdo it. My figure is ok, nothing spectacular - I'm small on top
(34b) and my hips are slim. My legs are my best feature - long and
slim and sleekly muscled. I know what people say about cheerleaders,
but the truth is that we have to be fit to do what we do. Since going
out for cheerleading I've been running every day and working out in
our home gym. It's hard and mostly boring, but worth it. I'm a good
student, 3.78 gpa, and active in school affairs. I want to go to
Yale, or maybe Harvard, and study history and political science.
Enough about me. The blonde went back into the game a few minutes
later and immediately scored another goal. Anne, the girl I knew in
junior high came out for a break and saw me. She picked up a water
bottle and came over to chat with me. We caught up on each other's
doings since eight grade and then I asked her how she liked West
Catholic. She grinned and said that she loved it and was glad she'd
let her mother talk her into it. Then, very casually, I mentioned the
blonde, expressing admiration for her two goals. I was suprised when
Anne made a face and said, "Oh, that's Allison. She just started here
this fall. She's only a freshman." Then she leaned close and
whispered, "She's a dyke! At least that's the rumor around school."
Then the coach called her and Anne trotted back to the bench.
I returned my attention to the game and watched Allison score
another goal to put West ahead for good. I wondered if Anne was right
about her being a dyke. I was repulsed by the thought. Or so I told
myself. I didn't want to admit it, but I was fascinated by her.
Especially after what Anne had said. I didn't know why - other girls
had never interested me in the slightest. To be honest, I wasn't even
that interested in boys. That was what was causing my problems with
Don.
Allison came out of the game with just two minutes left. West was
ahead by 2 goals and I guess she didn't want to risk having Allison
get hurt when they had a comfortable lead. Allison picked up a water
bottle and pour a little over her head. Then she took a long drink
before walking over to talk to the coach. The coach pointed at
something on the field and spoke rapidly for a minute or two. Allsion
nodded occasionally and then the coach was done and Allison turned
away from her.
She glanced my way and I saw her eyes pass over me and continue on.
I was surprised at the feeling of disappointment that welled up in me.
But a minute later she glanced at me again, smiled, and started toward
me. As she approached I found I was very nervous. She smiled and
said, "Hi, my name is Allison. I see you go to Central. Did you come
to spy on us?"
I blushed and whispered, "No, I'm not spying. I was just walking
home and saw the game and decided to stop and watch. Besides, we
don't play you."
Allsion grinned. "I knew that, I was just teasing." She glanced
out at the game and seemed satisified with what she saw because she
turned back to me an asked what year I was in. We chatted easily
until the game was over. I told her where I lived and discovered that
she lived one block over, her house was diagonally behind mine, just
one over.
When the game ended the team picked up all their equipment and
headed into the gym. Allison came over and asked me if I wanted to
join them and then we could walk home together. I saw Anne looking at
us and I knew it would be all over school if I accepted Allsion's
invitation. I hesitated and I saw a fleeting look of disappointment
pass across Allion's lovely face. I smiled and said, "That sounds
great!" She grinned and her whole face lit up. My little voice was
screaming, "Stupid! Stupid!", but I ignored it.
We walk to the gym and through it to the girl's locker room. I
hang back while the team gathers around the coach for her post-game
talk. It lasts about ten minutes. Then they break up and some of the
girls start to undress. The coach has a stack of clean towels on a
table at the entrance to the showers. I wonder if Allsion is going to
shower, but she comes back with her backpack and a sports bag. I pick
up my backpack and we leave together and walk home, chatting all the
way.
When we get to my house I see that both cars are gone, which means
that nobody is home. My brother is in college and both my parents
work. I invited Allison in but she is hesitant. "I don't want to
intrude," she says. I assure her that she's not intruding, that
nobody else is home. "But I NEED a shower." I grin and mention that
our house is modern, we have three showers! She smiles and says, "Ok,
I give up."
We go inside and drop our stuff in the kitched. Allison bring her
sports bag upstairs with her and I show her the bathroom that I share
with my brother. My mom is a bathroom freak and had them all redone a
few years ago. My bathroom (now that my brother is gone) has a tub on
the left as you walk in. Then a stall shower in the corner with two
glass walls. The tub and the shower are directly adjoining. The tub
is big and has a jaccuzzi unit with eight nozzles. On the opposite
wall are the toilet, sink, and a full-length mirror. Allison is very
impressed, especially with the tub. "God, that would feel good right
now. I get so battered during some games...."
I told her she was welcome to use it after she showered. She
grinned happily and started to peel off her uniform. I turned to
leave but she told me I was welcome to stay. "After all, we're both
girls. And we can talk." I hesitated for a moment and then told her
I'd be right back. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and
she said she'd love a Diet Coke. I nodded and headed down to the
kitchen. On the way, I stopped in my room and changed into cutoff
denim shorts and a t-shirt.
When I returned with the drinks Allison was in the shower
shampooing her long thick hair. I was shocked at how beautiful she
looked. Her slim body looked much better nude than clothed, something
I already knew to be unusual. I was especially fascinated by her long
strong legs and sleek firm thighs. As she turned to rinse her hair I
was surprised to see that her pubic area was bare and smooth, not a
trace of hair. I tapped on the glass and held up the Diet Coke, she
grinned and nodded. I opened the door enough to hand it in and waited
while she took a long sip. I tried not to stare, but it was hard.
Her breasts were so pretty, full and round and firm with pert pink
nipples that were hard and pointy.
She handed the can back and I turned and set it on the sink. Then I
put the cover down on the toilet and sat down. We chatted over the
noise of the water and it was mostly questions from Allison about
school, the town, the kids that lived in the neighborhood, and the
like. She told me they'd moved here from Minnesota in August. An
unexpected move because her dad had been offered a great job and
couldn't turn it down. I told her about my family, my parents are
both professionals, my mother a doctor and my father a lawyer, and
about my brother.
When she was done rinising off, I handed her a towel and began to
fill the tub for her. I could see that she had a couple of bruises on
her legs and one nasty scratch on her right thigh. She also had a
bruises on her knees. I asked her about that and she said,
"Basketball, that's my real sport. My knees take a beating." She
wrapped the towel around her head and stepped out of the shower. I
was surprised at how comfortable she seemed to be with being nude. I
mentioned it and she shrugged, "You get used to it - locker rooms are
not very private and I've been playing AAU Basketball since I was 10."
She climbed into the tub and settled down with a sigh. As soon as
the water was deep enough I turned on the jets and showed her how to
work the controls. She moaned with pleasure as the hard jets massaged
her. She sank down in the tub, resting her head on the edge, and
closed her eyes. I excused myself, telling her I'd be right back.
She said, "Ok" without opening her eyes.
I went downstairs and walked around in the yard for a few minutes
to clear my head. I was very confused. I told myself I wasn't gay,
but I couldn't deny the fact that I loved looking at Allison's nude
body and wanted to rush right back upstairs. I held out for a few
minutes and then went back inside. Allison opened her eyes when I
walked into the bathroom and asked if everything was ok. I nodded,
"Yes, everything's fine."
She gave me a long look and then asked if I wanted to join her. I
shook my head, "Not now. My mom will be home in a while." Allison
smiled, "Okay, some other time. She turned the jets off and opened
the drain. I leaned against the sink and watched her dry off. Then I
got my hairdryer and offered to dry her hair for her. She smiled and
said, "Really? I'd love that." She straddled the toilet, still nude,
facing the wall, and I stood behind her and dried her hair. It's so
long and thick that it took a while. Brushing it was a real chore and
I saw why she enjoyed having someone else do it for her.
Allison was dressed and we were sitting in the kitchen working on
homework when my mom came home. She was very friendly and I could
tell that she liked Allison. She did raise her eyebrows in mock
suprised when I told her that Allison not only went to West Catholic,
but was a lowly freshman. Allison groaned and gave me a playful punch
on the shoulder. It was fun. Mom inivted Allison to stay for dinner
but she said she had to get home before too long. She called and
there was no answer so we hung around in the kitchen, talking to my
mom.
Later, I walked Allison home. We went around the block although we
could have cut through the yard. She told me that there was another
home game at West the following afternoon, a makeup of a game that had
been postponed when the other team's bus had been involved in a minor
accident. I told her I had cheerleading practice. She sighed and
said, "I was hoping you'd come and watch the game." By this time we
were standing in the breezeway that connected her garage to the house.
She touched my arm and said, "I really like you, Sarah. A lot."
I felt as though a great weight had settled on my chest. I found
it hard to breathe. I glanced up at her and felt a wave of panic
sweep over me. "I like you too," I whispered. "Bye, I have to get
home." We stared at each other in silence for a moment, then I
started to turn to leave. She reached out and put her hand on my
shoulder. I stopped and glanced up at her. She slid her hand up to
the back of my neck and drew me close. I felt helpless. Her hand was
warm and strong on my neck.
She whispered, "I'm going to kiss you now." I nodded and turned my
face up to her. She leaned and pressed her mouth against mine and I
felt her tongue probing my closed mouth. I resisted for a moment
until she squeezed my neck gently. Then I opened my mouth and she
pushed her tongue in deep. When she released me I stepped back,
dazed, and whispered, "I've GOT to go." I turned and fled. I glanced
back as I reached the front sidewalk and saw her still standing there.
She waved and I waved back. Then I ran all the way home.
When I got home my mom asked if anything was wrong. I shook my
head and said, "No, everything's fine." What a lie! She told me
she'd really liked Allison and hoped to see her around more. I nodded
and said I did too and then went upstairs to do my homework.
Actually, I just sat and stared out the window. I could see Allison's
house through the trees and wondered if she was staring out her
window. Probably not, she wasn't confused.
My mom came up a few minutes later. "Sarah, are you sure nothing's
wrong?" I hesitated and then admitted that I was confused about a few
things. She sat down on my bed and listened as I told her how Don was
pressuring me to have sex and I didn't feel I was ready.
"Sarah, if you're not ready and I'm glad to hear that, then don't
give in just to please someone else. You're the only one who can make
these decisions and we've raised you to make the right ones for you.
For you, not for someone else."
"That's not all of it. There's Allison. I just met her today when
I stopped to watch her soccer game at West. I stopped because she was
so damn beautiful."
"Don't swear, it's not ladylike."
"Mom! Are you listening? Anne, remember her from junior high?"
Mom nodded and I continued, "She's at West now. She told me that
Allison's a dyke." I paused and waited for mom to explode. I was
shocked when she just smiled and said, "So?"
"Mom, she is. She kissed me! And.... And.... I liked it." There,
I'd said it. I waited for the explosion.
"One kiss doesn't make you gay." God, who was this? Had they
replaced mom, old straight-and-narrow mom, with a clone?
"That's not all. She took a shower here. And I watched. And I
liked watching. She's got a beautiful body." That would surely do
it.
"Sarah, if you're trying to shock me or provoke me, it's not going
to work." Mom got that faraway look in her eye that meant she was
drifting back, thinking about the past. "When I was in college there
was a girl, my roommate actually, who was just so beautiful..... Well
we became very good friends. Very good friends....." Her voice
drifted off into silence for a moment, then she came back. "Well,
let's just say that it was very very nice while it lasted, but I
wanted a family and so we parted. But I wonder about her
sometimes....."
I was stunned. My mom and another woman? "But what about Allison
and me?"
She smiled. "That's entirely up to you, my dear. Whatever you
decide will be fine with your dad and I. But I do think you ought to
break up with Don. It's only fair."
I nodded. "Tomorrow."
Mom stood up and kissed me on the forehead. "Come down for dinner
when your father gets home." I nodded and she left.
The next morning I was up at 5:30 and went out for my run. A quick
three miles and then home to shower and get ready for school. I
hesitated over my choice of clothes and finally decided on a denim
skirt and a cotton top. My Nikes and a pair of cotton socks. Mom
dropped me off at 7:15 and I went straight to my locker. Don was
waiting and I could tell that he was mad.
He didn't give me a chance to say anything before he lashed out at
me. "We're through," he hissed. "I heard about you walking home with
that dyke from West Catholic. Bunch of lezzie cunts over there! How
could you do this to me? It's over, bitch." And he turned around and
stormed off. In a way it was a relief. At least now I didn't have to
worry about what I was going to say to him. But I had another worry.
If he'd heard, and I assumed Anne had been busy on the phone last
night, then everyone knew. "Well, fuck them," I muttered as I slammed
my locked and headed off to my homeroom.
Girls I'd known since kindergarten turned their backs on me that
day. Other girls, who I'd never known went out of their way to smile
and say 'hello'. Go figure. All-in-all it wasn't too bad a day. I
went by the gym after lunch and told Miss Mcquire that I wasn't going
to be at cheerleading practice that afternoon. She seemed sympathetic
and told me that it was okay to skip one practice, but only one. I
nodded and assured her that I'd be at the next one.
When 2:12 finally rolled around I was one of the first out the
door. I had my backpack and I was moving. I practically ran the
whole way over to West Catholic, slowing down only when I approached
the gate near the athletic field. The girls soccer game was just
underway when I arrived. Allison was on the field, so I dropped my
backpack near their bench and sat down on top of it to watch the game.
The coach came over and introduced herself. I stood up and shook her
hand as I told her my name. She asked if anything was wrong with
Allison. I shook my head, mystified. "Not that I know of. She was
fine last night when I walked home with her."
The coach shook her head. "Something's wrong. She's playing like
she's half-asleep." I turned to watch the game. The coach was right.
Allison was just going through the motions. The coach sighed and
said, "I'm going to take her out."
Without thinking I stuck two fingers in my mouth and whistled like
my brother had taught me. It was a loud, piercing sound and everyone
turned to look. Including Allison. It was like someone threw a
switch. She grinned and suddenly she was moving. She took the ball
away from an opposing player and started up the field. The coach
glanced at me and shook her head, but she was smiling. "Kids!"
Allison and her teammates passed twice and then Allison set up a goal
by passing out to a quick little redhead who was right in front of the
goal, five yards out. They scored and went on to win 5-2. Allison
scored twice. She was also tripped twice and involved in a bad
collision with an opposing player. She limped off the field at the
end of the game, obviously hurting, but with a big smile on her face.
She walked over and stood in front of me. "Thanks for coming to
the game."
I nodded. "You're welcome. I enjoyed it."
Her eyes searched my face for a moment. "Well?"
I blushed. "Okay."
She grinned. "Really?"
I grinned back. "Really!"
She touched my arm. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."
I blushed again and she chuckled. "I love you," I whispered
softly.
She smiled and touched my arm again. "Come and walk in with me for
the meeting." I nodded and fell in step with her.
As we walked toward the gym I whispered, "I can't believe this.
You're only 14!"
She glanced at me and asked if it bothered me that she was younger.
I shook my head. "No, not really."
"How do you feel when you're with me?" I glanced over and saw that
she was asking seriously.
"I feel confused. And happy. And excited. And safe. Very safe.
When you put your hand on my neck last night I wanted you to keep it
there forever. God, I felt so safe when you were holding me."
She stopped and looked at me in silence for a moment. "Good,
that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I want you to
feel safe. I love you more than anything. I have since I first saw
you. You came running by my house one morning just after we moved
here and it was love at first sight. I've been hoping to meet you
ever since."
Then she turned and started walking again. I caught up with her
and we went into the girls locker room for the team meeting. I leaned
against the wall by the door and waited while the coach gave her
post-game talk. Then Allison and I walked home together. She was
limping a little and admitted that she'd twisted her ankle. I knew
she'd taken a couple bad falls and I saw new bruises on her legs. I
told her she was going right into the tub after a quick shower. She
glanced at me and grinned. "Yes, ma'am." I swatted her on the arm
and told her to behave herself.
She stopped and got a funny look on her face - real dreamy. Her
eyes went out of focus. And then her hand was on the back of my neck.
I didn't resist when she drew me close and bent to kiss me. We were
standing on the sidewalk a few blocks from my house but I didn't care.
I opened my mouth and moaned with pleasure as her tongue probed deep.
She kissed me like I'd never been kissed before and I sagged against
her when my knees got weak.
Then we were walking again and I was the one in a daze. She nudged
me with her elbow, "Wash my hair for me today?" I glanced at her,
"But that would mean...." My voice trailed off as she grinned.
"Exactly. Can't put anything over on you! So, how about it?" I
nodded and blushed. She giggled. "I love it when you blush!"
I got mad and punched her on the arm. "Stop that! I hate it when
you make me blush like that! I feel so stupid!" Just then a car
pulled up. A familiar car. "Oh shit," I whispered, "It's my mom!"
The passenger window slid down and mom leaned across the seat.
"Want a ride?" I hesitated, but Allison smiled and said, "Sure, Mrs.
Black." Allison opened the door and held it - I didn't have any
choice so I got in and slid into the middle of the front seat.
Allison swung her pack into the back seat and then slid in beside me.
I could feel her hip and thigh against mine.
Mom pulled away from the curb and glanced at me. "Is everything
okay?"
I glanced quickly at Allison. "Yes, everything is perfect."
Mom smiled. "Good. I like it when things are perfect. Decisions
made. People happy." Then she asked Allison a question about soccer
and they chatted for the rest of the three minute ride.
When we got home I told mom that Allison was staying for dinner but
needed to shower. Mom nodded. "The way she's limping it looks like
she could use some time in the jaccuzi too. Go ahead, I'll be out
puttering in the garden. Dad won't be home until very late so it will
just be the three of us for dinner."
As we started out of the kitchen mom called me back. "Sarah, I
need to talk to you for a moment." I went back and she said, "Are you
happy?"
I smiled. "Yes, mom, very happy."
She smiled back at me. "Good. Go ahead now." As I turned away
she said, "Your hair needs washing too. Don't make a mess in there
either." I glanced back at her, stunned, but she'd turned away and
was sorting the mail.
When I got upstairs Allison was waiting in my room. "What did she
say?" she demanded anxiously. I told her and she grinned. Then she
got that dreamy look on her face and I stepped closer. When I felt
her hand on the back of my neck I sighed happily and whispered, "I
love you." She squeezed gently and I moaned. "God, I love it when
you do that!" She squeezed again and then began unbuttoning my
blouse. I stood there quietly and let her strip me naked. She looked
me over and told me she loved my body. She ran the back of her hand
over my belly and I shivered. Then she kissed me, stroking my back
and buttocks gently as she did so. After the kiss she asked me if I
was happy. I nodded. "I'm very happy as long as I'm with you."
She grinned and said, "I love you so much. And I love you naked!"
Of course I blushed and she chuckled as she watched it move down my
body. Then she kissed me again and held me for a moment. I
whispered, "Keep me naked if you like me that way." She squeezed me
gently and then stepped back and started undressing.
When she was finished we went into the bathroom and I turned on the
shower while she unbraided her hair. We got into the shower together,
there was plenty of room, and I washed her hair while she knelt with
her back to me. It was very erotic - being nude together in the
shower and washing her hair. Then she washed mine while I knelt.
Then we soaped each other and washed each other all over. I loved the
feel of her soft smooth skin under my soapy hands. And I loved the
feel of her hands on my body, soft, but firm and strong. When she
washed my buttocks I bit my lip and moaned with pleasure. I took a
deep breath and whispered, "Oh, God!' when she spread them and ran the
tip of her finger over my anus.
It was fantastic! I cupped her breasts and kissed each nipple
gently before sucking it into my mouth. I loved the way she sighed
and moaned. Then I brought my knee up between her legs and rubbed it
against her waxed pussy. She spread her legs and pressed herself
against my knee. God, it was fantastic! A little later I dropped to
my knees and ran my tongue over her slit for the first time. I loved
it! She tasted wonderful!
Then I bumped her knee somehow and she cried out. I sat down and
took a good look. Her knee was badly bruised and looked a little
swollen. I felt terrible. I ran the tips of my fingers over her
knee, probing gently, looking up to see her reaction. She was in pain
- I saw her wince a couple of times. That was enough for me. I stood
up and told her that she needed to get into the tub and use the
jaccuzi, but first I wanted my mom to look at her knee. She didn't
want to, but gave in when I started to cry.
I filled the tub and she got in and turned on the jets. Then I
wrapped myself in a big towel and went to get my mom. She was out in
the yard but came when I called from the kitchen window. I told her
that Allison's knee seemed bad and asked her to look at it. She
nodded and followed me upstairs. She crouched by the tub and probed
and poked and prodded gently while asking Allison how it felt and how
it had happened. Allison explained that she'd twisted it when she
twisted her ankle. Mom immediately picked up Allison's foot and began
examining her ankle.
Allison didn't seem to mind having mom examine her while she was
naked and mom didn't seem to be bothered either. After a few minutes
she told Allison that she thought the damage was minor but advised her
to see her own doctor. She told Allison that she'd wrap her knee and
ankle after she was dry and dressed. Then she got up and kissed me on
the forehead and said she'd be out in the yard and call her when
Allison was ready to have her knee wrapped.
After mom was gone, Allison glanced at me and asked why I'd cried.
I sat on the edge of the tub and ran my fingers through her wet hair.
"I cried because I love you and I couldn't stand the thought of you
being in pain. Please take care of yourself." I touched her knee.
"You've got such pretty knees - I hate to see them all bruised and
scratched."
Allison smiled. "You'll have to get used to it. Athletes get
hurt."
I nodded. "I know that, but it doesn't mean you have to take
chances. Can't you wear knee pads and shin guards like some of the
others?"
She made a face. "I hate those things! They slow me down and make
me feel awkward."
"Please," I pleaded, "At least wear knee pads." She nodded
reluctantly and promised to think about it. I satisfied myself with
that for the moment. She distracted me by running her hand up under
my towel and I spread my legs slightly to allow her to slip her finger
into my wet pussy. Soon the towel was on the floor and I was moaning
as she sucked my nipples and masturbated me to my first orgasm with
her. She triggered it by slipping her free hand around behind me and
pushing her index finger into my anus. I threw my head back and
moaned with pleasure as I started to orgasm. pushing myself back
against her finger.
Twenty minutes later we were dressed and down in the kitchen, our
hair still wet. Allison sat on the counter while mom wrapped her knee
and ankle with Ace bandages. Then she called Allison's mom and talked
to her for a few minutes. Then Allison's mom came through the yards
to talk to mom in person. They seemed to hit it off. I brought my
hair dryer out to the patio and we took turns doing each other's hair.
Allison nodded when I asked if her mother knew she was gay. "Yes, and
she's comfortable with it. More than my dad. Mom's cool."
Allison drew me down onto her lap and kissed me. We were sitting
there, me on her lap, when our moms came out onto the patio. I
started to get up but Allison held me on her lap. Our moms came over
and sat down at the table. My mom told us that she had agreed to take
Allison on as a patient. (Mom's a pediatrican) Allison's mom smiled
at me and patted my hand. Then she told Allison to mind her manners
at dinner and be home by nine o'clock. Allison nodded meekly. "Yes,
mom. I will."
After Allison's mom left my mom said, "Allison, I have to ask you
this. Have you had any other lover's recently?"
I blushed. "Mom! How could you? I'm so embarassed."
Mom glanced at me and said, "Shush, Sarah. It's for your own good.
Both of you."
Allison squeezed my wrist and said, "Your mom's right. No, Doctor
Black, I haven't had any other lovers lately. Or ever. Sarah is my
first."
Mom smiled. "Good. That's good to hear."
I glanced at Allison. "I'm your last lover, too. I'll kick your
butt if you even look at another girl!"
Allison laughed. Mom chuckled. Then we all went inside to fix
dinner.
THE END?
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