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* * *
Carrie's Mother
by
Randi Patterson
"They'll be boarding your flight soon, Carrie. I
think we have about ten minutes or so." Carrie sighed and
squeezed her legs together.
"Hey, careful, I still need my fingers!" Lisa
laughed and began to slip her fingers from Carrie's vagina.
Lisa had volunteered to drive Carrie to the airport, and
Carrie's mom had readily agreed. After checking Carrie's
bags, they had walked hand in hand to the boarding lounge,
where Lisa had found them seats near the gate, but screened
from most of the rest of the lounge by the ticketing kiosk.
Lisa wanted a little privacy to say good-bye to Carrie.
Sitting side by side, Lisa had immediately placed Carrie's
carry-on on her lap, and then slid her hand under the
waistband of Carrie's skirt. She'd spent the last twenty
minutes lightly stroking Carrie's labia, pausing briefly
ever so often to insert her fingers into Carrie's vagina to
caress her clitoris.
"Don't stop, Lisa...this is the last time I'm going
to see you for a long time! Please...?" It was Lisa's turn
to sigh. Carrie was making her annual summer pilgrimage to
her aunt's house in Vancouver. It was only for two months
or so, but for a ten-year-old, it might as well be a few
centuries. Lisa knew how Carrie felt, but knew in a few
minutes that their fun was going to have to end so Carrie
could board her plane. Lisa used her free hand to reach
into the carry-on bag on Carrie's lap, and began to rummage
through it. She was careful not to disturb it, because it
was concealing the caresses she was giving Carrie with her
other hand.
"I know, sweetheart. I'm really going to miss you,
too. But just think about how much fun we'll have when you
get back. You know, I hid a present for you in your
carry-on. I had wanted you to discover it yourself, but I
think now would be a good time for it. Ahh, there it is.
Now, when I take my fingers out of you, I want you to
uncross your legs and put your feet flat on the floor.
Then spread your thighs a little. Ready?" Carrie nodded.
The present Lisa had gotten for Carrie was a small
vibrator. It was the smallest one she could find, having
spent several hours on the net in search of online sex toy
stores. It was only slightly larger than the two AAA
batteries that powered it. Lisa glanced around the boarding
lounge, making sure that nobody was taking undue interest in
the two girls, and pulled her fingers free of Carrie's
vagina. She quickly brought her fingers to her mouth,
inhaling Carrie's little-girl musk, and licked the little
girl's precoital lubrication from them.
"Mmm, you taste so good. Now spread your thighs,
little one." Concealing the vibrator in the palm of her
hand, Lisa quickly slid her hand under Carrie's short denim
skirt. With her fingers, she tugged at the crotch of
Carrie's panties, baring her pudenda. Lisa knew from the
amount of Carrie's moisture on her fingers that no extra
lubrication would be necessary. Placing the tip against
Carrie's labia, she paused and said, "Do you know what a
vibrator is?"
Carrie shook her head.
"It's like a boy's penis, or my finger, but with one
difference. It vibrates. This one has three settings. I'm
going to put it on the medium setting. That should last you
until you get to your aunt's house." With that, Lisa pushed
lightly on the base of the vibrator. The tip slipped
readily past Carrie's labia and entered her vagina. Lisa
kept a light pressure on the vibrator until all the but the
base was buried deep in Carrie's vagina. Sliding her
finger into Carrie's vagina underneath the vibrator, she
levered the vibrator up until it was in contact with the
dorsal surface of her vagina. Sliding her finger out of
Carrie, and then gripping the base of the vibrator between
her thumb and index finger, she twisted the base, past the
first detent to the second.
Pausing briefly to make sure it was operating, Lisa
then rearranged Carrie's panties to hold the vibrator in
place, and slid her hand out from under Carrie's skirt.
Again glancing around to make sure they remained unobserved,
Lisa tugged Carrie's skirt down and then stood up, pulling
Carrie to her feet with her.
"There. What do you think?" Lisa looked down at
Carrie, who'd closed her eyes and looked like she was
concentrating on a particularly tough homework problem.
Lisa continued to watch. Slowly, Carrie opened her eyes and
started to say, "Interesting sensation, but I think I like
you...." But that was all she got out. She gasped once,
said, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," and gently collapsed against Lisa.
Lisa smiled, and watched as Carrie's orgasm shimmered
through her body. She thought to herself, I wish I could
come like that. I use to be able to. I guess I'm getting
old and jaded at sixteen.
Carrie recovered her composure quickly and glanced
up at Lisa. "Mm, that was nice. Not like the ones you give
me, Lisa, but nice. I like the buzzing feeling. Thank you
very much."
"You are very welcome, sweetheart. I hope you
enjoy yourself." From overhead, a voice announced the
boarding of Carrie's plane. "C'mon, Carrie, time to go."
The two girls walked over to the line of passengers
at the gate. "Carrie," said Lisa into the little girl's
ear, "there's a note I put in the vibrator's box. It tells
you how to take it apart and change the batteries. Keep it
clean, and make sure you are nice and wet before you insert
it, OK?" Carrie's eyes glazed over as another orgasm
drifted through her body, but she nodded and tilted her head
up to get a good-bye kiss from Lisa. Lisa hugged the little
girl and kissed her firmly, but chastely, like a big sister,
because the gate attendant was patiently waiting to get
Carrie's boarding pass. Carrie surrendered the pass, and
Lisa watched her walk carefully down the boarding ramp
towards the waiting jet. Halfway down the ramp, Carrie
paused and leaned against the side of the ramp for a few
seconds. Lisa wondered if medium was too high a setting for
the vibrator. But Carrie recovered, and glancing back over
her shoulder at Lisa, smiled and then crossed her eyes in
delight. Blowing a quick kiss to Lisa, she continued down
the ramp and into the jet. Lisa waved happily, watching
her until she disappeared.
Lisa made her way out of the terminal to the short
term lot where she'd left Carrie's mother's Suburban.
Driving back to Carrie's house, Lisa thought about Carrie's
mother. Ever since that odd moment a month ago, when Mrs.
Reynolds' laugh had sent a libidinous signal arcing through
her limbic system, Lisa had been working on a plan. Lisa
had never been attracted to older people -- of either sex --
but she knew she wanted to make love to Mrs. Reynolds.
With Carrie gone for awhile, Lisa was ready to embark on the
seduction of her mother. Just thinking about Mrs.
Reynolds was making Lisa hot and bothered. She slid her
hand under her skirt and into her panties, and immediately
brought herself to an orgasm.
* * *
Lisa had never seduced an adult before. She really
didn't know where to begin. Teens and preteens were a
different story. In fact, the children in her peer group
had not provided much resistance to Lisa's sexual overtures.
Most kids are curious about sex, and Lisa needed only to
provide an opportunity for nature to take its course. But
an adult...? Lisa had spent several weeks contemplating
how best to approach Carrie's mother. Unfortunately, Lisa
found it difficult to concentrate on the problem. Just
thinking about Ms. Reynolds ignited a dozen erotic images of
her in Lisa's mind: Ms. Reynolds, sitting on chair, skirt
hiked up to her hips and panties down around her knees...or
Ms. Reynolds, lying fully clothed on a couch, Lisa kneeling
beside her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse with one hand as
the other softly squeezes her breasts...image after image
that made rational thought nearly impossible.
After nearly a month, Lisa finally got a grip on
herself. Imagining herself to be a human computer, like one
of Frank Herbert's mentats in "Dune," which she had just
read, she managed to suppress those images and direct her
mind towards making those images into a reality. After
some concentrated effort, she'd come up with a plan, of
sorts. Now that Carrie was in Vancouver for a while, it was
time to get things going.
Lisa had decided on a simple three-step strategy.
Achieving trust was the first step. Lisa figured she'd
pretty much accomplished that already. Intimacy - emotional
and physical, would be the second step. For this, she had
to be in close proximity to her on a regular basis.
Emotional intimacy would involve confessing some real or
imagined sins to her, and then eliciting
comfort-sympathy-absolution from her. Physical intimacy
would be tricky - how to get physical about their
relationship without being too obvious about it. The third
step would be the consummation of the first two steps:
trust, leading inevitably to emotional and physical
intimacy, so that when Lisa actually made a sexual overture,
it would seem to be only natural.
The day after Lisa had chauffeured Carrie to the
airport, Lisa gave Carrie's mom a call. Lisa had figured
out a way to put her into regular proximity with Ms
Reynolds. She explained that she had enrolled in a summer
calculus course (true) and needed help with the homework
(not really true -- Lisa was a very bright girl) and could
Ms. Reynolds help her? Please?
"Well, Lisa, I don't know...."
"I can afford to pay you, not a lot right now, but I
can get more..."
"Oh, don't be silly, dear! I could never charge you
for anything! I like you too much. You are smart and
reliable and I hope you rub off on Carrie. The thing is, I
haven't opened a text book in a very long time. I use
calculus in my work, but the techniques I'm most familiar
with are way beyond introductory stuff, and I'm afraid I
don't remember the basics. But, I'll try. When do you
start?"
"Started last week, actually. The first assignment
is due in three days. I've completed it, but would you mind
going over it for me?"
"If you don't mind the fact that I've probably
forgotten everything I learned in Calc 101 -- bring it over
here tomorrow evening, if that's convenient for you, and
we'll have a go at it."
"Oh, thank you, Ms Reynolds. I'll be there about
seven. Thank you so much!"
"And Lisa...?"
"Yes?"
"My name is Theresa. Please call me Terry.
Whenever you call me "Ms. Reynolds", I keep looking over my
shoulder for my mother-in-law."
"Okay, sure. Bye, Terry!"
As the weeks of summer passed, Lisa worked her
strategy. Lisa's class met twice a week in the evenings,
with a homework assignment due every other class. Terry
Reynolds remembered more about the basics than she had
figured possible, and after her initial reluctance, began to
look forward to her tutoring sessions with Lisa, for that's
what they'd turned into. Lisa came by after every class,
for a couple of hours, and also whenever she had trouble
(real or feigned) with one of the homework problems. So
Lisa was seeing Carrie's mother three or four times a week.
And after each session she would rush home and masturbate,
the image of the older woman flickering through her mind as
she caressed her in her imagination.
The sessions became a ritual with both women. Lisa
would arrive in the late evening, and for an hour or so they
would go over Lisa's lecture notes. Then they'd work
example problems, and laugh with delight if their answer
matched the answer in the book. Lisa loved hearing Terry
laugh. Sometimes, they'd order Chinese or pizza, and put
the books and notes away and eat a late supper, and then
relax and watch television or just talk. After several of
these sessions, Lisa felt it was time to try for some
intimacy.
One night, after watching the late news, which
featured a story on the controversial drug decriminalization
and enforcement abatement legislation that was working its
way through Parliament, Lisa asked Terry how she felt about
drugs like marijuana and mushrooms, compared to cocaine and
heroin. She told the older woman she couldn't understand
why the government of both her country and their big
neighbor to the south were pissed off about the recreational
use of some fungus and a weed.
Ms Reynolds was silent for a moment, gazing intently
at Lisa with a slight frown pursing her lips. Oops, thought
Lisa, I've touched on a bad subject. Oh well, better ride
it out. But the next words out of the older woman's mouth
pleasantly surprised her.
"It's interesting to hear someone your age say that.
I'd thought most kids today had been brainwashed into
thinking all drugs were bad. The bloody Americans are
absolutely the worst. Oh, don't get me started. I'm a
scientist, and there is nothing worse than people who
distort data to serve their political purposes."
"Well, yeah, I think I know what you mean. Can I
tell you a secret?" Lisa gazed up at Terry, who nodded.
"Of course, dear."
Without preamble, Lisa said, "I've tried grass, and
mushrooms, and I don't think they are harmful. No more so
than any of the legal drugs, anyway, and probably a lot less
harmful than the big social drugs like alcohol and nicotine.
So why am I made into a criminal because I like to get high
every once in awhile?"
Terry didn't hesitate at all with her answer.
"Well, grass is definitely not harmful, not in the way the
other drugs the American DEA has it classified with are
harmful. Granted, the average joint contains more
carcinogens than the average Marlboro, but then people don't
smoke a pack and a half of grass every day, either. In
fact, I just helped design the research model for an
American biochemist who's isolated a specific neural
receptor for the chemical in pot that is psychoactive."
"THC?"
"Well, to be specific, delta-9-tetrahydracannabinol.
This receptor is present in our brains, which means that,
unlike cocaine, alcohol, or opiates, grass doesn't damage
your brain. But what makes me so angry is the way
right-wing religious nutbars in America baldly distort usage
data to support their claim that pot leads to the use of
more dangerous drugs. They call it the "gateway effect" and
the American DARE project is the chief proponent of this
bold-faced lie."
"I've heard of DARE." Lisa paused, than smiled a
little. "My pot-smoking buddies and I have come up with an
alternative meaning: Drugs Are Really Excellent. How can
they get away with lying, if the statistics are publicly
available?"
"Because the average American has a sixth-grade
education, and the attention span of a six year old. Just
watch some of their TV commercials. Or MTv. Most Americans
never question statistical methods when they see some chart
or graph flashed on the TV screen, or the conclusions that
are drawn from them. And the moral nazis that sponsor drug
"research" know this, and exploit it ruthlessly. An
educated electorate is dangerous to the power structure.
Ideologues, especially religious ideologues, don't like
people who can think for themselves.
"And America is full of people who much prefer
somebody else to do their thinking for them. Look at their
abysmal voter participation rates, and their sloganism.
Ahhh, let's change the subject. I get really angry when I
think about how truly twisted America has become in the past
quarter century. Ever since Nixon. Tell me about pot
smoking in today's society. I haven't toked since grad
school. Mid-eighties. That is, if you don't mind...I'm
kinda curious."
"Uh, what do you want to know? The price keeps
going up, but it doesn't seem to be any harder to find,
which confuses me. I guess I'm just not applying the law of
supply and demand properly."
Terry said, "Economists call that the 'black market
effect.' The government's failed attempts to interdict the
illegal drug market have increased the market value without
a commensurate reduction in supply. It does seem a bit
counter-intuitive, doesn't it?"
Lisa considered this for a moment. "I guess as long
as the dealers perceive a threat, whether or not that threat
is credible, they feel the higher prices are justified."
Lisa then launched into a soliloquy on grass etiquette among
her peers. Terry nodded and nodded, surprised at how little
the pot subculture had changed in ten years.
The next day Lisa, pleased that she hadn't made a
mistake in choosing pot-smoking as something to confess to
Terry, began to consider tactics for the second step of the
seduction. For Lisa, getting high generally turned her on
sexually as well. Maybe if she could get Terry to share a
toke or two with her...? She decided to have her stash with
her whenever she was at Terry's house, in case an
opportunity presented itself.
And soon enough, an opportunity did arise. When
Lisa arrived one night for their tutoring session, Terry was
reading an article in the weekly Ottawa lifestyles magazine.
Looking over her shoulder, Lisa saw the article was about
Hempfest 96 in Ontario. Sensing an opening, she waited for
Terry to finish the article, and then mentioned casually
that she was planning on attending it, if she could find
someone to take her.
Terry looked thoughtful. "Wow, I guess I've been
out of it too long. When I was your age, a festival that
could openly endorse illicit drugs was unthinkable. Of
course, times do change." Smiling at Lisa, she added, "You
know, I can't remember the last time I smoked pot. It's
been that long."
Lisa, wondering who was manipulating who, returned
Terry's smile and said, "Well, I think I can fix your memory
for you. That is, if you really want me to...?"
Terry nodded, saying, "Well, to be honest Lisa,
after our discussion about pot last week, I've been kinda
wanting to get high again for old times sake. I've been
trying to figure out how to tactfully approach you about
scoring me some dope...so tactfully, discreetly, I ask, can
you turn me on?"
"Oh, I think so," Lisa cheerfully replied, and
almost added, "I can even get some pot for you," but
refrained, smiling inwardly and thinking, oh yes, I can turn
you on, the way just your laughter turns me on. Oh, yes, I
think I can turn you on. But we'll smoke some pot first.
Lisa reached into her backpack and pulled out a
ziploc baggie, a packet of Zig-Zags, a Zippo pipe lighter,
and a hemostat. Terry led the way into the living room.
Sitting down on the sofa, she motioned for Lisa to sit next
to her. Lisa happily complied, letting her shoulder and arm
snuggle against the older woman. Lisa deployed her
paraphernalia. She asked Terry for an album cover, on which
she could clean her weed, and Terry quickly fetched one.
"'Dark Side of the Moon', eh? I like Pink Floyd
too, especially while I'm getting stoned." Lisa dumped
some pot on the album cover and began raking through it with
the flap of the Zig-Zag packet.
Terry said, "Yes, but I like the Sid Barret Pink
Floyd. Waters is good, but he just doesn't have Sid's hard
edge. Actually, I used to listen to the Moody Blues a lot
when I was getting high in college. But I guess that really
dates me doesn't it?"
"The Moody whos? Never heard of them. Are they
like Pink Floyd?"
"Blues. Moody Blues. I'm sure you've heard some of
their music. They've had a few pretty big hits, not a lot,
but I can't believe you've never heard 'Nights in White
Satin' or 'Legend of a Mind', especially since the guy they
wrote "Legend" about just died, and they re-recorded and
re-released it in dedication to him. The radio stations
around here have been playing it into the dirt."
"'Nights in White Satin?" I have heard that. That
was the Moody Blues? Hey, I like that song! And that other
song is about Timothy Leary, right? Yeah, it has been
getting a lot of airplay. I just never paid attention when
the DJ announced the artist. The Moody Blues like to use
symphonies, don't they? And the stuff they sing about is
pretty cosmic, right? I have heard them before."
"Right. The Moodies invented cosmic rock. Heavy
orchestrations and allegorical lyrics. My friends and I
thought they were very D and S."
"D and S?"
"Deep and Symbolic. With capital letters." She
laughed gently, and Lisa felt that tingle again, emanating
from her vagina and suffusing the rest of her body. "They
released an album that is a good cross section of their
work, called 'This is the Moody Blues.' Let me put that on,
and you can judge for yourself. And it's on CD. Hang on
while I find it."
While Terry was busy with her CD collection, Lisa
quickly and expertly rolled a joint. Terry rejoined Lisa on
the sofa, and as the opening notes of 'The Question' slipped
from Terry's Bose 901's, Lisa ceremoniously presented her
with the joint. Terry lit it with the Zippo, placed it
between her lips, and inhaled deeply. Lisa's joints were
firm, but not tightly packed, and Terry got a serious
lungful of sweet smoke. She saw stars for a moment, and her
vision dimmed at the edges, and then her body rebelled,
forcing the smoke from her lungs in a spasm of racking
coughs. Lisa hurried into the kitchen, and brought back a
tall glass of ice water, which she offered to Terry as she
sat down next to her again. Terry drank some of the water,
and the last of the spasms left her. She smiled weakly at
Lisa, and said, "Smooth." which caused Lisa to burst out in
laughter.
"Lisa, I think it has been too long. Next time I
won't take such a big hit. Wish I still had a bong. Here."
She passed the joint to Lisa, who took a large, luxurious
hit. She held the smoke in her lungs for a long time, and
then slowly exhaled through her nose two thin streams of
smoke that dissipated rapidly. Lisa immediately felt a
heightened sense of her environment, and became acutely
aware of Terry sitting there, right next to her, their arms
and shoulders in contact.
"Uh, Terry I have an idea. Are you ready for
another hit?" Terry nodded. "OK, just lean back and close
your eyes." Terry complied. Lisa took another drag on the
joint, and, holding the smoke in her lungs, leaned around
Terry until she was face to face with her. She casually
placed her hand on Terry's chest, the heel of her palm
just barely riding on the rising swell of Terry's breasts.
Leaning over slightly, she brought her lips into contact
with Terry's, and gently forced them apart with her tongue.
Before Terry had time to react, she exhaled into Terry, the
smoke cooled and somewhat filtered after its passage through
Lisa's pulmonary system. Removing her lips from Terry's she
leaned back, savoring this brief taste of heaven, and
watching Terry to see if she'd been a little too intimate.
But Terry still hadn't exhaled. When she finally
did, she said, "That was different. Better than a bong.
Mmmm. That was so gentle. Like a kiss. Do you do that
with everybody you smoke with?"
"No. Only people I like. You're right. It is like
a kiss. Ready for another?" Terry nodded quickly. Lisa
took anther drag, then sat the joint down in an ash tray.
This time, as she leaned over Terry, she gently slid her
hand down until it was cupping Terry's breast. She didn't
apply any pressure, she just let it lay there. She left her
hand there as she breathed the smoke from her lungs into
Terry's, removing it only after Terry exhaled, unhurriedly
sliding it back up to its original position as Terry
finished. Then casually, she took her hand completely off
of Terry and reached for the joint.
Terry said, "I want to try that. Do you mind?"
Lisa felt her knees get weak, but tried not to let it show.
As steadily as she could, she said, "No, not at all.
Please do. Try not to take too big of a hit, so you don't
cough." Lisa layed back in the corner of the sofa, between
the armrest and the back. Terry would have to lean pretty
far over Lisa's body, which was fine by Lisa, who was
becoming decidedly aroused.
Terry took a medium-sized hit, and then leaned over
towards Lisa. She was going to have to put her hand
somewhere or she was going to pitch forward and fall on top
of Lisa. With only Lisa's body to choose from, Terry
hesitated. She decided that using Lisa's shoulder for a
brace would be OK, so she reached her left hand out for it.
Seeing what she was aiming for, Lisa casually shifted her
position at the last second, so that as Terry's lips met
hers, Terry's hand came down not on Lisa's shoulder, but
right on top of Lisa's right breast. Expecting a hard
shoulder, Terry involuntarily squeezed Lisa's breast as her
center of gravity shifted forward and she felt herself
toppling. Lisa reached an arm up and steadied Terry, which
also had the effect of keeping Terry's hand firmly in place
over her breast. Lisa inhaled as Terry exhaled. Then
Terry, with a small push against Lisa, sat back on the sofa.
"I'm sorry about that, Lisa. I didn't mean to
molest you! I guess I'm just kinda clumsy all of a sudden.
It's the pot, no doubt. Please forgive me." She was
horrified that her clumsiness had offended Lisa.
Lisa smiled as comfortingly as she could, and said,
"Oh, no, don't worry about it." She gazed at Terry for a
few seconds, judging her next few words. She said, as if
confessing a minor peccadillo to her best friend,
"Actually, I didn't mind. In fact, it felt kinda good."
Jokingly, she added, "Thank you very much. You can molest
me like that anytime." She laughed, hoping that Terry would
somehow understand that not only was it OK, but that Lisa
wouldn't mind if she happened to do it again. And again.
And again.
Terry didn't know what to say. It sounded as if
Lisa had just said that she liked the way Terry had touched
her. That can't be right. Must be the weed. She tried to
evaluate just how stoned she was. She recited pi to fifteen
digits, followed by Napier's constant, and then Planck's
constant. Nope, she decided, not too high, just pleasantly
buzzed. So I did hear her right. She did like that. She
tried to think back to what had just happened. But all she
remembered was the swell of Lisa's breast against her hand,
and wondering in that instant if her own breasts had ever
been that firm. Hmm. Lazily, she smiled at Lisa, and
said, "Well, I'll try not to be so clumsy next time. And
stop bogarting that joint! Hit me, please."
Lisa giggled, and said, "Okay!" Pushing Terry back
into the sofa, this time she straddled Terry with her knees,
and without being coy, pressed her hand softly against
Terry's breast again, cupping it gently, and kissed some
smoke to her. After delivering the smoke, Lisa put her lips
near Terry's ear, and said, "Mmm, I like smoking joints with
you." As she said this, she softly squeezed the older
woman's breast.
Terry nodded, wondering why she felt aroused by the
touch of Lisa's hand on her breast. Maybe it's because you
like the way it feels. Anything wrong with liking it? she
asked herself. No, not really, she replied. Of course
not. You're just kinda surprised that she's a female,
that's all. Yeah, she admitted to herself, a little
surprised. But she is so gentle -- more gentle than a man
would be right now. Oh yes, that was one thing she could
agree with herself on. No man could be that gentle.
Lisa was watching Terry as she went through this
internal dialogue, engaged in one of her own. Hmm. She
didn't react when I put my hand on her breast. Maybe she's
ready for something more. Have to wait and see. Patience.
Right.
Terry exhaled and reaching up, nudged Lisa with the
palm of her hand. Lisa pivoted back against the sofa,
giving Terry room to sit up. Taking the joint from Lisa,
the older woman inhaled it, taking almost a full breath.
Slowly, but determinedly, she placed one hand on Lisa's left
breast, and with the other tilted Lisa's chin up. As her
lips met Lisa's, she began to gently squeeze Lisa's breast.
Lisa almost came when she felt Terry's hand circle,
then cup her breast. An involuntary low moan escaped her
lips as Terry began to squeeze it.
Terry heard that moan, and a warning bell went off
somewhere in her mind. But she found it easy to dismiss.
She was reveling in the delicious curves of Lisa's young
breast, warm and round against her palm. She put the joint
down, and brought her other hand to her own breasts. Though
her own breasts were larger than Lisa's, more full, she
thought yes, her breasts were as firm as the young girl's.
Pleased, she thanked Lisa silently for allowing her this
intimate affirmation.
Lisa saw a fleeting smile cross Terry's lips, and
noticed that Terry was caressing her own breasts with her
free hand. Now or never, she thought. Reaching out her own
hand, she slipped one of Terry's breasts free of her dress's
halter top, and began to caress it with the palm of her
hand. She enjoyed this for several seconds, and then
slipped Terry's breast back into the halter. Casually, she
said, "Mmm, that felt nice. Can you reach the hemostat on
the table? The joint is getting too small to hold."
Terry released Lisa's breast and reached behind her
for the hemostat. The feel of Lisa's hand against her bare
breast had triggered a hormonal surge in Terry that Terry
had rarely experienced.
Lisa quickly clamped the hemos around the roach, and
handed it to Terry. As Terry concentrated on lighting it,
Lisa quickly stood up. Acting on instinct, she slipped out
of her shorts, and then tugged her shirt over her head. She
was wearing a very brief pair of panties, and a bra that
only partially concealed her breasts. She stretched out on
the couch, slipping her head under Terry's arms and resting
it in her lap. She tugged her panties down her hips until
they were only just barely covering her mons. She had a
small, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair that was now
enticingly revealed.
Terry was startled. The warning bell turned into a
gong, but Lisa smiled up at her, a look of innocence mixed
with desire plain in her eyes, and the gong faded away.
Terry was nonplused. What should she do now? She gazed at
Lisa's nearly nude body, excited by what she saw. Should
she touch her again? No...that would be too bold. Too
aggressive. Too...perverted, kinda. No. Not perverted.
It felt right, not wrong like a perversion would feel.
But no matter what she was feeling, she knew she wanted to
caress Lisa very much. That Lisa had not seemed reluctant
to touch her so intimately didn't occur to her. But now,
with Lisa lying nearly naked in her lap, she realized that
it was something that Lisa wanted very much, too.
Sensing her confusion, Lisa smiled softly and said,
"Hey you, stop bogarting that joint!"
Terry inhaled a hit, and leaning over, kissed the
smoke to Lisa. Taking Terry's hand in hers, Lisa firmly
guided it towards her breasts. Terry, still confused, but
no longer hesitating, gently brought her hand to rest
against Lisa's chest, three fingers lying against the smooth
satin of the bra's cup, her thumb and forefinger warm
against the flesh of Lisa's breast.
Now that she knew what she wanted, and realized that
Lisa wanted the same thing, she felt some of the confusion
slip away. Reaching down with her other hand, she unhooked
the front closure of Lisa's bra. Lisa's breasts, freed
from the bondage of the bra, rose almost of their own accord
into the palms of Terry's hands. Lisa arched her back,
pressing their soft curves snugly against Terry's hands.
Terry delighted in their feel, their firmness, their
femaleness. Oh my, Lisa, she thought. How do I explain
this sensation to you?
Lisa was rapidly approaching nirvana. Turning her
head slightly to the side, she felt Terry's breasts against
her cheek. Reaching up with her hand, she freed one of
Terry's breasts from its halter, and slowly, ever so softly,
closed her lips around the nipple, and began to gently
suckle it, her tongue fluttering lightly around her nipple
and aureole.
Terry felt Lisa slip her breast free, and then was
overwhelmed by the sensation of Lisa's tongue and lips
against her nipple. She gasped, and then gasped again.
Nobody but her breast-feeding daughter had put lips that
soft and gentle to her nipple.
Terry glanced down at the young girl's body. Lisa's
hips were arched off the sofa, and Terry could see Lisa's
mons clearly delineated beneath her brief panties, the soft
curves of her labia pressing against the thin material.
Mesmerized, Terry watched the sensuous undulation of Lisa's
torso, keeping pace with a metronome that only Lisa could
hear. As her hips rose and fell, Lisa's panties pulled
tight against her mons, slipping into her vaginal cleft,
further revealing the swell of her labia. Terry found the
sight oddly erotic. Fascinated, she stared. A few moments
later, Terry heard Lisa moan, and felt a shudder pass
through Lisa's body, and knew instantly what it was. Oh,
did I do that to her? Oh my.
Lisa felt the orgasm coming and began to pump her
hips in a slow rhythm with the waves of sensation beginning
to swirl outward from her clitoris. She opened her eyes,
and saw Terry gazing transfixed at her hips. This turned
her on even more, and she began to move her hips with more
urgency. She quickly reached the edge, and then happily
pushed through it. She moaned as her orgasm washed through
her.
After her orgasm faded to a gentle tingling all over
her body, Lisa slipped out from under Terry's arms and stood
up, pulling Terry to her feet as well. "I think we need a
little more room. Let's go to your bedroom. OK?" Terry,
mute, just nodded.
In the bedroom, Lisa said, "I want to undress you,
OK?" Again, Terry could only nod. Lisa sat on the edge of
the bed. Taking Terry's hands in hers, Lisa pulled Terry
towards her. Lisa spread her knees enough to let Terry
stand between them. Terry's breasts were level with Lisa's
chin, her hips and thighs brushing against Lisa's breasts.
Lisa untied the knot on the dress's halter top, and
let it fall to Terry's waist. Terry's breasts, now free,
bobbed alluringly just in front of Lisa, who paused to kiss
each one delicately on the nipple. Reaching behind Terry,
Lisa cupped the cheeks of Terry's ass in her palms, and then
slipped her hands down the backs of Terry's legs,
unfastening the line of buttons that closed the skirt, until
she reached the hem of the skirt where it trailed against
Terry's calves. Gathering the hem in her hands, Lisa slid
her hands around to the front of Terry's legs, and retraced
their course back up to Terry's waist. The skirt slid up
Terry's legs along with Lisa's hands, revealing inch by inch
Terry's calves, knees, and thighs. When her hands finally
reached Terry's waist, Lisa could just see the tip of
Terry's panty-clad mons, revealed beneath the skirt gathered
at her waist. Leaning forward, Lisa delicately licked the
panties, a slow, firm stroke, and felt Terry shiver.
Slipping her hands again around to Terry's back, she found
and released the skirt's catch, and then let it fall to the
floor in a soft rustle of fabric.
Lisa turned Terry so that she had her back to her.
Lisa then slipped backwards on Terry's bed and pulled Terry
down into her lap. Reaching around the older woman, Lisa
captured Terry's breasts in her hands and began to gently
fondle them. She tugged and pulled at Terry's nipples with
her fingers, rolling them gently from side to side. After
only a minute or two of Lisa's delicate attentions, Terry's
nipples came fully erect. Lisa buried her face against
Terry's neck, and began to kiss and lick the sensitive area
just beneath and behind her ear. Terry came almost
immediately, amazed that this young girl could bring her to
an orgasm simply by kissing her and fondling her breasts.
Who is this little girl, she wondered, and why is she doing
this to me?
Lisa sensed the orgasm washing through Terry's body.
She waited until it had passed, and then let one hand slip
from Terry's breast downwards, towards her panties and the
delights they concealed. But Lisa took her time, savoring
the anticipation of getting into Terry's panties. This is
what she'd been working towards for nearly two months; she
could wait a few more minutes.
Smiling, she let her hand pause briefly at Terry's
navel, probing it softly, pressing gently with her palm
against her stomach in time with Terry's breathing. She was
rewarded with a low moan from Terry, and was delighted to
see Terry's hips begin to thrust upwards slightly in a slow
rocking rhythm. Lisa watched as Terry's passion grew, her
hips beginning to move quicker and quicker. Lisa then
slowly slipped her hand down to Terry's mons, gliding softly
across her satin panties, coming to rest on the very tip of
Terry's pubis. She cupped Terry's pudenda gently in the
palm of her hand. Delicately, she began to squeeze Terry's
mons. Lisa could feel the shape of Terry's labia against
her fingers. Lisa timed her caresses to Terry's hip
thrusts, adding a sliding motion with her hand to generate a
little friction against Terry's labia. Lisa could feel the
moisture of Terry's precoital lubrication soaking the crotch
of Terry's panties.
Terry felt the surge of an orgasm building inside
her. In just a few more moments, she surrendered to the
flood of sensation coursing through her body. She climaxed
in a spasm, a scream on her lips as the most intense orgasm
she'd ever experienced reverberated down the corridors of
her mind.
As soon as Terry's orgasm had retreated, Lisa took
her other hand from Terry's breast and let it join its
partner at Terry's crotch. Slipping both hands into Terry's
panties, Lisa began to stroke the bare flesh of Terry's
labia. She took the fleshy folds between her thumb and
index fingers, and pinching gently, ran her fingers along
their length. As Terry began to arch her back and thrust
her hips in response, Lisa flexed her wrists, letting
Terry's panties slide across the back of her hands until
they had slipped down to Terry's thighs. Terry's entire
pudenda was now exposed to Lisa's eager eyes. Lisa nestled
a finger into Terry's vaginal cleft, rocking it back and
forth to coat it with Terry's lubrication. When her finger
was thoroughly wet, she applied pressure with it gently, and
penetrated Terry's vagina. Lisa felt Terry shiver slightly
as her finger entered her. Curling her finger slightly, she
probed for and found Terry's clitoris. She began to massage
the little button, running her finger tip lightly across its
surface in a series of light, feathery touches. Terry began
to thrust wildly with her hips, and Lisa put her lips
against Terry's ear and whispered to her.
"Slow down, slow, slow, nice and easy. Let my
finger do the work." Terry's spasmodic thrusting
attenuated, settling down, after a few more wild thrusts,
into a steady, rhythmic surge against Lisa's hand. "There.
That's it...nice and slow and steady."
With her free hand, Lisa turned Terry's head to the
side, and gently guided Terry's mouth towards her breast.
Terry fastened her lips around Lisa's erect nipple, and
began to suck madly at it. Lisa's breasts, almost as
sensitive as her clitoris, immediately lit up Lisa's limbic
switchboard, and Lisa felt an orgasm begin to expand through
her body. Lisa noted with a small part of her perception
that Terry was again starting to thrash her hips wildly, but
this time Lisa, instead of reining her in, let Terry's
passion grow along with her own. Simultaneously, the girl
and the woman climbed towards an orgasm. As they climaxed
together, Terry moaned against Lisa's breast, and Lisa, her
breath coming in short , sharp pants, gasped a quiet
"Ohhhh".
The girl and the woman lay still together for
several minutes. At last, Lisa opened her eyes and regarded
Terry's quiescent body. Slipping to the side, Lisa let
Terry's head fall back against the mattress. Slipping to
her knees on the floor between Terry's legs, Lisa brought
her face forward towards Terry's vulva. Extending her
tongue, she began to lick Terry's lubrication from where it
had pooled in her vaginal cleft, circling her tongue upwards
to catch the droplets of moisture that clung to Terry's
pubic hair like dew. Terry gasped at this new sensation,
and Lisa raised her eyes to watch Terry as her tongue
continued to delicately lave Terry's labia. Terry was
shaking her head from side to side, but that didn't fool
Lisa. Terry's quiet, almost desperate, "Yessss....oh
Lisa...yessss..." gasping from her lips was all the
confirmation Lisa needed.
Parting Terry's labia with her fingertips, Lisa sent
her tongue probing deep into Terry's vagina. Tilting her
head back slightly, Lisa flattened her tongue against the
dorsal surface of Terry's vaginal canal, and slid it back
out towards the opening. She could feel the smooth rings of
muscle beneath the moist walls of her vagina rippling
slightly as her tongue feathered across them. Lisa again
pressed her tongue deeply into Terry's vagina, and again
brought it out towards the opening, coming out just a little
farther this time. She repeated this several times,
drawing her tongue ever nearer Terry's clitoris. Soon, she
could feel the little round bud of Terry's clitoris with her
tongue. With the tip of her tongue she teased Terry's
clitoris out of its hood, and then flattened her tongue
against it. Reaching down to her own panties, Lisa tugged
the crotch to the side and slipped her fingers into her
vagina.
Lisa began to tease Terry's clitoris with her tongue
as her fingers sought out and found her own clitoris. Lisa
fluttered her tongue against the little button, tasting the
salty-sweet pungency of Terry's precoital lubrication
beginning to flow again. Terry arched her back, driving
her mons against Lisa's face, again and again. Lisa used
her free hand to control Terry's body, pressing down against
Terry's upper pelvis, meeting Terry's wild thrusts with a
firm but gentle counter-pressure. Sensing Terry's impending
orgasm by the contractions in her vaginal walls that she
could feel with her tongue, Lisa pressed her face deeper
into Terry's crotch. Lisa pinched her own clitoris, sending
a cataract of pleasure fountaining through her body.
Judging her moment, she waited until Terry's coital fluids
geysered across her tongue, and then gently sucked Terry's
clitoris between her lips and, with exquisite delicacy, bit
down on it, pressing her teeth against it, nibbling it,
softly chewing it.
Terry's mind exploded with pleasure, her limbic
system dumping massive amounts of endorphin directly into
her brain's pleasure center. She experienced her orgasm as
a cascading recombinant chaos of light, brilliantly
coruscating in a syncopated resonance with the waves of
pleasure inundating her sensorium. Time dilated, each
pleasure-filled nanosecond arcing across Terry's
fine-grained awareness, her universe narrowing until only
Terry and her ecstasy existed.
Lisa's orgasm was intense, and dissipated very
slowly. As the last of the sensations washed quietly
through her, she slipped her tongue from Terry's vagina and
then climbed up onto the bed next to her. She gazed down at
Terry, and saw that she was still in the throes of her
orgasm. Her eyes were open, but glazed, and Lisa wondered
what she was seeing. Wanting to keep Terry as aroused as
possible, Lisa inserted two fingers into Terry's vagina, and
began to pump them in and out slowly. Leaning over Terry's
body, she dropped her head to Terry's breasts and took one
of Terry's nipples between her lips and began to suckle it
gently.
Lisa lost track of time. She submerged herself in
the pleasure of touching and caressing the older woman's
body. Lisa continued to caress Terry's body for half an
hour, until finally, Terry began to respond to her gentle
touch. Terry's eyes refocused, and a long, exquisitely
erotic moan escaped her lips. Lisa stopped the motion of
her hand, slipping her fingers free of Terry's vagina,
letting them rest lightly against her labia. Lisa gave
Terry's nipple a final suck, and then raised her head from
Terry's breast. Softly, Lisa said, "What are you thinking
about right now? Do you want to talk about it?"
It was several more seconds before Terry could
speak. Finally, she reached up and touched Lisa's face with
her hand, and said, "Oh Lisa. Oh, that was incredible.
How can I ever convey to you what that felt like? Oh my
dear, you are so wonderful. How can I say thank you for
what you just did to me?. I can't articulate it, I just
don't have the right words." Words failing her, she simply
leaned up and kissed Lisa softly, putting everything she was
feeling into it. It was a touching of lips that was far
more eloquent than words, and it had enough bandwidth to
carry everything she wanted to say: I love you and thank
you and please do it again and I want to do it to you and
I'm so happy you are part of my life...
Lisa was an extremely sensitive young woman, almost
preternaturally aware of her partners' emotions, especially
after making love. She could sense the message Terry was
trying to send. Smiling happily at Terry, she said, "I
think that kiss is all the thanks I need. I'm so glad I
could bring you so much pleasure. I've been wanting to do
this for nearly two months. I should thank you for letting
me express my feelings like this. You are really a
wonderful person, and I am so glad I'm here, right now,
touching you and kissing you." With that, she gently
slipped her fingers back inside Terry's vagina, probing
softly until she found her clitoris. Lightly, she stoked
the tiny bud. Terry came almost immediately, her eyes
glazing over again as her orgasm swirled through her body.
Lisa slipped her fingers free of Terry's vagina, licked
them, and then cupped Terry's other breast. She sucked on
each nipple alternately, until Terry came back from her
orgasm.
Terry then rolled on to her side, facing Lisa, and
pushed Lisa onto her back. She said, "I've never done this
with a woman before, but I just want to touch you right now,
all over. I will be as gentle as I can, and I hope I bring
you as much pleasure as you did me. OK?"
Lisa nodded and sighed happily. Closing her eyes,
she waited for Terry to begin. Terry immediately reached
down and tugged Lisa's panties down her hips until they were
resting across the tops of her thighs. She cupped Lisa's
pudenda in the palm of her hand, marveling at the smooth
texture of Lisa's labia, and the soft curls of her pubic
hair. Lisa arched her back, pressing her vulva against
Terry's hand. She smiled encouragingly at Terry.
Terry parted Lisa's labia with her middle finger,
and feeling the moisture, gently pushed it past her inner
labia until she'd penetrated Lisa's vagina. With her other
hand, she cupped one of Lisa's breasts, and squeezed it
firmly, the nipple distending upwards. Terry teased it with
the tip of her tongue, gratified to feel Lisa begin to
writhe her hips beneath her. She settled into a steady
rhythm, tongue and lips caressing Lisa's nipple, her finger
pumping in and out of Lisa's vagina. Soon, Lisa came, her
vaginal muscles clamping down on Terry's finger with a
strength that surprised the older woman.
The girl and the woman spent the rest of the night
exploring each other's bodies. Terry had never made love to
another woman, and what she lacked in experience, she more
than amply compensated for with eagerness and passion. By
morning, Terry and Lisa had spent themselves, and lay arm in
arm, hands cupping each others sexes. They fell asleep like
that, waking late in the afternoon of the next day. Lisa
woke first, and kissing Terry, woke her. She dressed
quickly, and promising to return later that evening, left
and went home.
Lisa was ecstatic. The rest of the summer passed in
a pleasant series of erotic encounters with Terry. Lisa
delighted in the way Terry sought out new sexual experiences
with her. Lisa thought, Carrie must have inherited her
sexual curiosity from her mother. And then another thought
crossed her mind, one that made her shiver with sexual
anticipation. How am I going to deal with this situation
when Carrie gets back?
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