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Carrie's Mom [Ff, pedo]
by Randi Reynolds
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"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 textbook 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 right now, 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 whom, 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?