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Street Angels
by StarSapphire (starsapphire_34@hotmail.com)

***

A retired lady lawyer finds new meaning in her life 
when she encounters a 12 year old street girl. Ff, ped, 
1st-lesbian-expr, mast, oral, rom)

***

Author Notes: This is a work of fiction. No characters 
are real and no animals were harmed in the writing of 
it. This is an adult tale so you must decide if you're 
old enough to read it. Otherwise, enjoy!

***

Chapter One

It was silly really to think about death like this. At 
fifty Barbara was just beginning her prime middle years 
yet thoughts of her own mortality plagued her. She was 
childless and she knew this was underlying some of her 
morbid preoccupation with her own demise, but being 
lesbian she was in the same barren state as most of her 
friends and they seemed to be coping fine. Perhaps it's 
just a depression, she thought, something a few pills 
might take care of. But deep down she knew it was more 
than that.

Physically Barbara had looked after herself. She still 
sported a fine body toned by years of dedicated 
exercise and diet. She had no chronic illnesses nor any 
of the life style diseases that were affecting her less 
diligent contemporaries. Rather it was her spirit that 
was suffering. She had not paid enough attention to the 
people in her life, her friends, lovers and family, and 
now she was paying the price. She felt terribly alone.

Career had come first she realized. Long, grinding 
hours spent practicing law had won her substantial 
financial security and the ability to retire well 
before most, but Barbara hadn't figured in the 
emotional cost of finishing the race first, but all by 
herself. She had had several relationships, any one of 
which could have led to something more meaningful, but 
work always came before the well being of her partners 
or their feelings. She could see now, two years into 
retirement, how wrong she had been and how sad it all 
was.

Sighing heavily she came in from her balcony 
overlooking the bay, a view that absolutely thrilled 
her when she first moved in but today left her unmoved 
and uncaring. The bright sunlight reflecting off the 
ocean only seemed to sear her soul and mock her with 
its happy shimmering sparkles. Her penthouse 
condominium was at one time her pride and joy, but 
today it could have been a hovel in some inner city 
mid-town for all she cared.

A trip to the gym was in order and sometimes it helped. 
That, and a quick drink or two at the neighborhood bar 
were often enough to see her through the night, even 
though the drinks worried her, sensing as she did that 
three would be better than two and four better than 
that and where that could all lead. Her mother had been 
alcoholic and Barbara knew enough to be careful. Still 
it was tempting.

At the gym Barbara checked herself over in the full 
length mirrors as she worked out intensely, sweat 
pouring from her body. She was 5' 8" tall and 130 
pounds, just ten off her high school weight, which 
thrilled her. Her breasts were still a firm 36C and her 
hips as tight as years of a one hour daily grind of a 
work-out could make them. Her grey eyes were set in 
even, balanced features unmarked by sun damage, sagging 
or wrinkling, framed by mid-length sun streaked natural 
honey blonde hair with a hint of grey at the temples, a 
color and look her hairdresser said she couldn't 
duplicate from a bottle in a hundred years. She liked 
what she saw and took pride in her appearance. 

What Barbara didn't see in her reflected images was 
that, in spite of her no-nonsense courtroom countenance 
that she wore most of the day her face radiated a 
hidden warmth that took many off guard and drew others 
to her in ways she sometimes noticed but didn't always 
understand. Although desperately wanting the company 
and affection of others something always made her draw 
back and resist, sometimes fiercely. Going to deeper 
levels of intimacy was something she so strongly 
needed, was frequently offered, but always refused.

After her shower at the gym Barbara decided to heed her 
inner warnings about alcohol and skip the local bar, 
knowing that the warmth from the drinks was artificial 
and only mimicked happiness. In a couple of hours it 
would wear off and she'd feel no better, even mildly 
hung over. She decided instead to drive around by the 
park near the beach, intending while there to sit and 
morbidly watch the sun, like her life, sink slowly down 
into darkness. 

Leaving her Lexus parked and secure she made her way 
over to a nearby intricately formed wrought iron bench 
and sat down, letting the endorphins from her workout 
wash through her, easing her depression a little. The 
sky was full of color from blue to indigo, red to pale 
pink and yellow where the ball of the dying sun was 
half way into the water. Long thick bands of cloud 
slashed across the sky like huge brush strokes, picking 
up and amplifying the already rich colors, making the 
evening sunset appear like a surrealist painting of 
another world. But beautiful as it was it was not 
enough to fill the black emptiness inside her. The next 
thing you know it'll be a visit from the ghosts of 
Christmases past, present, and future, she thought 
miserably.

While she sat contemplating the ending of life Barbara 
was suddenly startled by a noise from the bushes nearby 
to her right. When she turned to look a figure appeared 
from between two hydrangea plants not thirty feet away. 
It was no Christmas ghost but it was an apparition 
equally Dickensian, a young girl who seemed as 
surprised to see Barbara as Barbara was to see her.

The girl stood stock still for an instant as Barbara 
took in the sight of her. She was dressed in worn blue 
jeans, an old olive drab T-Shirt, a dirty looking 
baseball cap, grubby runners that had been through the 
Salvation Army store at least twice, and she had an old 
blue and grey back pack slung almost insolently over 
her shoulder that appeared to carry all her worldly 
belongings, which it more or less did. Her hair was 
long, blonde and stringy and clearly hadn't been washed 
in awhile. 
A shiver of fear and repugnance etched through Barbara 
but was quickly replaced by a sense of compassion. Why, 
she didn't know. She normally considered the poor, when 
she did at all, as at best someone else's problem. And 
this child was clearly a problem.

"Hello, young lady," Barbara spoke first, surprising 
herself.

"Hi, you got any spare change, ma'am?" the waif asked. 
The girl quickly recovered from her own surprise at 
finding this attractive middle aged woman on the bench 
she usually came to rest on after making her way out of 
the park each evening. Not surprised enough though, to 
miss the chance of scoring some quick food money. "I'm 
kinda hungry," she added quietly.

"Do you live in there?" Barbara queried, indicating the 
heavily forested park behind them.

The girl turned her head to look where Barbara was 
pointing then looked directly back at her, eyes full of 
pleading. "Yeah, I do for now. And please, I could use 
a few bucks to help me get by," guessing by Barbara's 
clothes, hair and makeup that she probably had more 
than just a few coins on her. 

Yvonne was getting desperate. Running away from home, 
bad as home was, hadn't turned out to be quite the trip 
she had imagined. Like sleeping in the park, although 
that was way better than running with one of the street 
'families', mostly runaways like herself trying 
desperately to stay hidden and alive in the niches and 
cracks of the big city. She tried that for a couple of 
months. With them, kind as some could be, there was 
always trouble. Better to be on your own.

Watching the girl closely Barbara knew enough through 
practicing some family law and criminal defense work 
early in her career not to ask the obvious questions of 
this young ragamuffin. Instead she reached for her 
purse and then paused. "Money isn't what you really 
need, is it sweetheart?" she asked, looking the girl in 
the eye.

As Barbara continued looking, dimly at first but with 
some growing clarity she experienced a slow, almost 
miraculous epiphany regarding this poor creature that 
had appeared before her almost straight from the pages 
of Oliver Twist. What she was looking at was herself 
for what she could have been. My God, she thought, it's 
the ghost of Christmas future in reverse! 

Barbara could well have stood in this girl's place 
thirty eight years ago given her own wretched home life 
as a child and her single mother's disastrous and 
ultimately fatal battle with the bottle and 
prescription drugs. It suddenly struck her that all 
those years of frantic effort to achieve success in 
school, university, law school, and legal practice were 
all an attempt to escape the fate that stood exactly in 
front of her right now. 

"Maybe not," replied the girl. "But it would sure help 
for now. Please ma'am?"

"Here's twenty dollars," Barbara said abruptly reaching 
into her purse. "Come back tomorrow about this time and 
we'll see about more. How's that?"

As the girl approached her wide-eyed at her generosity 
Barbara was able to notice how pretty she was under all 
the grit, grime, and grungy clothes. Standing next to 
Barbara her odor was only faintly noticeable, 
indicating that she was at least trying to stay clean. 
Her eyes were a beautiful corn flower blue set above a 
pert little nose and full red lips, a natural beauty in 
need of no makeup. Her body was lean and small but hard 
to make out through her loose ill-fitting clothing. Her 
long blonde hair would probably look great with a set 
and wash sans baseball cap, Barbara thought.

"Gosh, thank you, ma'am. I will. Be here tomorrow that 
is," Amazed at her good fortune Yvonne grabbed the bill 
and pocketed it. She could eat well for the next week 
if she were careful. Giving the attractive older lady a 
stunning little girl smile, she turned and without 
looking back walked, then half ran towards the city 
lights beckoning in the distance.

Barbara stood watching the girl disappear into the 
whirling maw of the metropolis, willing her to be safe 
one more night, just long enough for Barbara to what? 
Make a difference in this young girl's existence? 
Rescue her from the appalling, soul destroying life she 
was leading? Or long enough to rescue Barbara's own 
soul, an unwanted thought that crept in, making her 
feel selfish, self-serving and questioning of her own 
motives. And she's so pretty too, Barbara realized with 
a flash of feeling. 

Wolfing down a dollar slice of pizza Yvonne 
contemplated her encounter with her 'angel' in the 
park. She had been around long enough to know that some 
kids, mostly girls, had occasional but regular 
benefactors that gave them money or other things with 
no strings attached. Usually older men who seemed to 
take pity on the kids down here and did what they could 
for them for whatever reasons of their own. Maybe this 
lady was one of those street angels? That would be 
nice. 

Yvonne could use a more regular income, not that she 
was trying to con the woman in the park. She hadn't 
been down here long enough to lose all her sense of 
conscience, and the look in the woman's eyes seemed so 
gentle and caring, something Yvonne was not used to 
seeing. Could she trust her? Time would tell. 

Trust was not something Yvonne gave out to just anyone. 
Her young life till now was an endless string of broken 
promises and painful betrayals, and there was that 
thing that happened, that caused her finally to run 
away. That thing she didn't want to think about or 
remember but that stuck with her, gnawing away at her 
like a toothache no matter how much she tried to tell 
herself it didn't matter.

Barbara herself spent an unusually restful night and 
woke up refreshed, feeling better than she had for some 
time, she realized. She knew it was about the girl in 
the park. She had seen something in her eyes and her 
stance that told her this girl was not yet damaged 
beyond repair, that some spark of a wonderful human 
soul remained to be salvaged if only she could be 
reached in time. And Barbara intended to reach her in 
spite of the quiet voice inside her that said she was 
doing this for her own salvation and not the girl's. 
She chose to ignore the voice for now. And this new 
sense of purpose, at least for today, gave her some 
hope to live on.

When they met the next evening they were both surprised 
and happy to see that the other had shown up. Both, for 
obviously different reasons, had hoped the meeting last 
night had not been a one-time thing and it had come to 
pass. Barbara could see that the girl had even tried to 
clean up a bit. The ball cap was gone and her hair was 
combed and tied back in a pony tail. Her white T-shirt 
looked clean, if several sizes too large. Khaki colored 
cargo pants had replaced the jeans but her shoes were 
the same raggedy pair she'd worn last time.

"My name's Barbara, what's yours?" she asked as the 
girl approached her, hoping she wasn't being too 
forward.

"Uh, Mandy," Yvonne replied, giving her favorite 
teacher's name, her chosen 'street name' that every kid 
down here had to help avoid being taken into custody by 
social services or the police.

"Well, Mandy, I've put together something of a survival 
pack for you. Things you might need but can't find, uh, 
out here." This included some tampons, shampoo, soap, 
toothbrush and paste, deodorant, some nutrition bars, a 
portable radio with ear plugs, a few extra dollars, and 
a cheap but nice looking watch. "The watch is so that 
we can make appointments with each other, would that be 
okay?"

"Sure, I guess," Yvonne replied, a bit overwhelmed by 
the woman's generosity and concern. Why is she doing 
this? When it became clear by the woman's silent warm 
smile however, that there were no questions being asked 
and no conditions attached to these gifts Yvonne said 
simply "Thank you, ma'am."

"Please call me Barbara, okay?"

"Sure. Thank you, uh, Barbara," Yvonne said 
uncertainly.

"Please tell me if there is anything else you need. I 
can only guess what you're going through and what might 
help. Is there something else I can get for you 
sweetheart?"

Only a whole new life, Yvonne thought bitterly and 
maybe a big house on a farm with horses and cars to 
drive and endless amounts of food to eat and no one to 
be afraid of or run away from but she'd start small. "A 
tent," she said. "Not too big but enough to stretch out 
in and keep the rain off. Maybe that's too much..."

"Of course not," said Barbara. "I should have thought 
of that myself. Fall is coming and you're going to get 
awful damp out there. How about a sleeping bag too?" 
she asked nervously.

"Really? You'd buy me a tent and a sleeping bag? Wow!" 
Yvonne blurted out, sounding almost like the little 12 
year old she actually was and then she got wary. In her 
universe such things didn't come without a price or 
they always fell through.

"I promise. Tomorrow night at 8:00 o'clock I'll be 
here. Is that time good for you, Mandy?" Barbara had 
noticed her excitement and then her fade into 
guardedness. 

Yvonne nodded her head and smiled. "Okay, I'll be here 
Barbara," She took her new watch out of the bag of 
supplies she'd been given and put it on. "At 8 
o'clock." She turned and started walking away again 
into the glowing lights and swirling traffic of the 
city. This time though, she turned around and waved 
good bye before continuing.

Barbara watched her marching away and again prayed to 
whatever goddess looked after little girls that she be 
safe for another night and free from all the dangers 
she knew and imagined could befall her. She looked 
tough though - and competent for a twelve year old, 
Barbara thought. She can take care of herself. She's 
made it this far or so she reassured herself. God, what 
am I going to do? I'm so worried about this child. I 
know what a fiasco turning her in to social services 
would create and that, she felt sure, would end any 
trust she'd begun to build up between them forever.

Yvonne spent the night as she usually did; trying to 
remain out of sight and mind of most of the world and 
Barbara's generosity meant she didn't have to panhandle 
for awhile either. There was a street youth drop-in 
that offered free showers, always a supply of day old 
Starbuck's muffins (Starbuck's, she had come to learn, 
was another 'street angel'. If she could ever afford to 
buy coffee she'd always buy it at Starbuck's) and 
occasionally some good used clothing or other articles 
people would donate. There were street friends she ran 
into too, but most of them always had that desperate 
look about them that made Yvonne keep her distance. 

Drugs were not her scene, neither was prostitution, 
alcohol or larceny. She'd been approached early on by 
an older man who promised she could make lots of money 
turning tricks and making films and she'd run from him 
like she'd run from the gangs that broke into cars and 
boosted stuff from the large downtown retail stores. 
And now there was this woman who was buying her a tent. 
What did she want? Was she safe? Yvonne hoped so. 

The woman seemed so kind and for an instant her street 
hardened heart opened up to the magnificent 'what if' 
that this woman, this beautiful, rich, even sexy woman, 
might be for real. She gulped back some tears after 
leaving the shower in the drop-in and looked down at 
her new possessions with some pride, especially her 
watch. 8 o'clock, she remembered. I'll be there, she 
said to herself firmly.

**

The next day Barbara went to the best outdoor 
outfitting place she could find and bought what she 
thought was the best small tent in the store designed, 
it said, to endure the ravages of a windy tropical 
downpour. Next an 'arctic tested' sleeping bag, 
whatever that meant, and a foam mat to lay under it 
along with enough tin pots, stoves, cooking utensils, 
and survival gear to last a whole season in the 
Antarctic and then she stopped, realizing that the poor 
girl could only carry so much and why was she 
encouraging her to stay outdoors by buying her all this 
equipment anyway? 

Then she realized she was not outfitting Mandy for the 
winter, she was trying to buy her trust. For a moment a 
wave of guilt washed through her then she remembered 
her promise to Mandy and the look of doubt on her young 
face just before she had turned away and headed for 
town. If this is what it takes to help this girl 
survive and thrive then, if it's selfish, so be it. She 
bundled her purchases into the trunk of her car and 
drove off, anxiously waiting for 8 o'clock to roll by.

Yvonne had arrived early and hid herself in 
anticipation of Barbara's return tonight. She realized 
too that she was as anxious to see the woman as she was 
to get her new camping gear. There was something about 
Barbara that was getting to her, unlocking feelings she 
hadn't felt before but she knew she had to be very 
careful. They were warm, soft almost magical sensations 
and she wasn't sure what exactly they were but she knew 
they were powerful and needed to be kept in check. She 
sensed these emotions could turn around and hurt her 
badly, something she wasn't sure she could ever endure. 
Then looking down at her watch at precisely 8 o'clock 
she heard Barbara's car drive up, stop and her door 
open and close.

Yvonne waited until the woman had seated herself on the 
bench before making her presence known. Emerging from 
behind the hydrangeas she saw the woman turn to look at 
her and saw too the huge smile that lit up her face 
when she recognized her. The smile seemed to melt 
something inside Yvonne and she approached Barbara a 
bit tentatively but no longer so warily.

"Mandy! There you are!" Barbara exclaimed. "I went a 
little nuts in the sporting goods store. Do you want to 
have a look?"

Curious, Yvonne followed Barbara to the trunk of her 
car and stood there as she opened it. When the light 
went on she could see the clear plastic bag with the 
tent in it and the rolled up forest green sleeping bag 
but in addition there were a number of camping utensils 
she could badly use including a can opener, hand axe, 
mess tin and an array of cooking gear. There was also a 
new backpack, one which looked expensive, too expensive 
to wear into the city, but she wouldn't tell the woman 
that. It would make Yvonne the target of a robbery the 
minute she showed up on the street with it. She'd keep 
it at her camp site for some special occasion.

"I knew this might be a lot to carry so I got this 
portable dolly you can use to get it all to, uh, the 
place where you live," Barbara said pulling it from the 
side of her trunk and piecing it together. I also got 
you this," she said reaching into her purse. "It's a 
cell phone with about four hours of prepaid calling 
time. And this is my card with my home phone, cell 
number and address on it. I've put them on speed dial 
in the cell. If you need anything or just want to 
talk..." 

Yvonne looked up at Barbara stunned. "You mean all this 
is for me? And I can just call you too if, if I want 
to?" 

"Yes of course you can. Any time about anything. It 
doesn't have to be important. That's why I got it for 
you. I know you could probably sell it and you can if 
you like," Barbara added nervously. "But I thought this 
way we could arrange to meet by phone, or cancel if 
something came up."

"I'd never sell it! No ma'am. I mean Barbara," Yvonne 
announced earnestly and Barbara heaved a quiet sigh of 
relief. 

She watched Yvonne turning the cell phone around in her 
hands, opening and closing it, then the look of 
confusion that appeared on her face. Realizing the girl 
didn't know how to operate it she ran her through a 
quick series of instructions and was amazed by how fast 
she caught on to everything. She's a bright little 
thing, Barbara mused. Imagine her at a computer?

During this period of demonstrations and instruction 
Barbara also noticed that Yvonne had dropped a lot of 
her street wise reticence and was responding to her 
like any normal twelve year old would. She was even 
flashing her a big smile whenever she mastered some new 
task and Barbara felt her heart flutter a bit each 
time. My God, I'm falling in love with this pitiful 
needy child she realized.

After the lessons were complete Yvonne looked up at 
Barbara. "Can I call you tonight?" she asked 
expectantly.

"Oh my dear, of course you can. I'd love to hear from 
you." Barbara was breathless at this offer.

"Okay then, I'm going to pack all this stuff home, set 
it up and call you from there. Think it will work in 
the woods?"

"Yes, it will sweetheart, don't worry." Barbara smiled.

Together they loaded Yvonne's new backpack with her new 
camping gear then placed it, the tent, and sleeping bag 
on the dolly, ready for transport into the forest. 
After testing the weight Yvonne assured Barbara she 
could easily manage by herself then she came over and 
surprised Barbara with a big hug. In response Barbara 
wrapped her arms tightly around the young girl and, 
after smelling the fragrance in her hair of the shampoo 
she'd bought her, reluctantly let her go again. 

"Thank you so much Barbara," Yvonne said softly with 
downcast eyes, then she turned around, picked up the 
end of the dolly and started off back into the park, 
the dolly rolling along easily behind her. When she was 
almost at the tree line she stopped, turned around and 
waved good bye then disappeared into the forest gloom.

As she watched her go Barbara felt a tear come to her 
eye as she stood there for some minutes gazing at the 
spot where Yvonne had disappeared. Finally she turned 
and headed back to her car and home to await that 
special phone call that was now meaning so much to her. 
Maybe I'm just being an old fool, she thought. This 
could all turn out to be a disaster. Hell, I barely 
know the girl. On the other hand she hadn't felt this 
alive in years and decided to let things proceed as 
they would.

Driving back home almost on auto pilot Barbara was 
startled back to alertness by the chiming of her cell 
phone. Thinking it was probably one of her bar friends 
wondering where she'd been the last few nights she was 
quite taken aback when a young girl's voice instead 
asked if that was Barbara.

"Yes, this is Barbara. Is that you Mandy?" she inquired 
excitedly. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you so 
soon, dear."

"Oh, is it okay me phoning you now? I could always..."

"Of course it's okay sweetheart. I'm just surprised is 
all, happily surprised."

"Well I thought I'd tell you I got the tent up okay and 
it's great! Thank you so much!"

"It's my pleasure dear. I'm so glad you like it," 
Barbara said warmly as she stopped for a red light. "So 
are you still going to call me when I get home? I'd 
like that."

"Gosh okay, in about an hour maybe?"

"Use my home number. I look forward to it honey."

After Yvonne hung up she sat back and pondered the 
recent turn her life had taken. She knew that for some 
reason this woman wanted to be her friend but she 
couldn't figure out why. Never having been truly loved 
before she'd had no experience of the unconditional 
giving and acceptance that came normally to most 
children through their parents and other family 
members. 

As a result she didn't see herself as particularly 
lovable and so still doubted this woman's love and 
kindness. But there was enough hope left in Yvonne to 
keep going in this new relationship despite her 
mistrust, not to mention how desperately lonely she was 
and how afraid of the future she felt and how wonderful 
it would be to be rescued from her ongoing nightmare of 
a life. 

And there was something else that Yvonne barely 
acknowledged. She felt attracted to this woman in a 
visceral, sexual way that she hadn't experienced 
before. She knew she was attracted to other girls and 
not to boys, but she'd never allowed those feelings to 
go very far. Her only sexual experience was more an act 
of unmitigated violence than anything sexual. 

It was that memory she kept trying to suppress, of her 
mother's latest boyfriend pinning her down, ripping off 
her clothes and raping her brutally until she had 
passed out cold. With a shudder Yvonne pushed those 
humiliating nightmarish scenes back into her mind and 
concentrated instead on the image and person of Barbara 
and she immediately felt warm and aroused. There could 
not be a greater contrast between two people than 
Barbara and that vile boyfriend she realized.

After arriving home Barbara planted herself beside the 
phone and looked at her watch. About fifteen minutes to 
go before she could expect Mandy's call. She settled 
back in her easy chair and let her mind wander back to 
the young girl. She had looked so adorable tonight with 
her hair cleaned and hanging loosely about her 
shoulders. She could do with a cut, Barbara thought. 
She longed to take her to her own hairdresser but felt 
sure the time was not yet here whereby she could be 
that personal with the girl. She needed to be patient. 

Barbara too had to acknowledge some odd feelings of 
attraction towards this young runaway. These feelings 
at first shocked her then she remembered the girl's 
eyes, so knowing and grown up and her obvious self-
sufficiency. Twelve going on thirty, Barbara 
appreciated. That maturity along with her striking 
beauty were a potent combination and Barbara saw where 
her physical attraction towards the girl was coming 
from. Still it was a little unsettling. The loud burr 
of her telephone stopped Barbara's reveries and she 
picked up the receiver in eager anticipation.

"Hello Barbara, is that you?" Yvonne's voice sounded in 
her ear.

"Yes Mandy honey, it is. How are you dear?" responded 
Barbara, trying not to sound too excited.

"Well, first off I should tell you that my name's not 
Mandy. It's Yvonne. I hope you don't mind but Mandy is 
my street name. I wasn't trying to fool you or 
anything. Is that okay?"

"Yes it's okay. I understand and I'm touched that you 
would share that with me. You don't have to be afraid 
to tell me anything Yvonne. As I guess you know by now 
I think you're pretty special and I want so much just 
to be your friend," Barbara told her sincerely.

"Yeah I – I know," Yvonne paused and gathered up 
her courage. "But, well, why do you want to do all 
these things for me? Why do you want me as a friend?" 
she blurted out. "I mean you've got lots of things, 
cars and stuff and I don't have anything. And you don't 
really know me. I'm only twelve and I could be a 
horrible brat that just takes your money or steals from 
you or something..."

"Honey, listen. I know you're not that kind of person," 
Barbara retorted. "Besides I'm pretty sharp and I'd 
spot your game pretty fast anyway. Why I want to be 
your friend is a bit complicated, but I guess I see a 
lot of myself in you. I have no problem imaging what 
your home life was like and I can tell you that mine 
was no walk in the park either. I can also appreciate 
how hard it probably is for you to trust me. I accept 
that and know that I have to earn your trust and I'm 
willing to do that a step at a time.

"That's also why I'm trying to be completely open with 
you. I promise, I'll never lie to you or try to trick 
you or hurt you. I know what all that feels like just 
like I'm sure you do. I've come to love you Yvonne," 
These final words came tumbling out of her mouth almost 
unbidden. Had she gone too far?

Yvonne was stunned by Barbara's revelation, insight, 
empathy, and promises. As the numbness gradually wore 
off following Barbara's remarks all the years of hurt, 
betrayal, fear, and pain that were locked up inside her 
could no longer be ignored or denied. Someone 
understood and cared. Yvonne felt the tears begin to 
flow.

"Oh my God, yes! I do! Know how that feels I mean," 
Yvonne sobbed. Deep wells of untapped feelings gushed 
forth from dark hidden places and Barbara listened 
intently as waves of emotion coursed through the young 
girl, expressing themselves in soul wracking sobs and 
free running tears. "Oh Barbara, I feel so alone!" she 
cried as she tried to regain some control over herself. 
"Please, would you come and meet me again tonight," 
Yvonne implored desperately. "Please?"

After assuring her that she would be there in twenty 
minutes, Barbara rushed out of her condo, impatiently 
waited for the elevator then willed it to descend 
faster when she finally boarded it. Bursting out of the 
elevator doors at the parking level she headed 
immediately for her car, got in and actually squealed 
her tires as she made the turn to leave the building, 
stopping abruptly to wait impatiently for the security 
gate to finally open. 

When it did Barbara headed back to the park and noted 
when she arrived that she had actually made it in 
fourteen minutes as she pulled into the now familiar 
parking space by 'their' bench. Pausing for breath she 
looked around and spotted Yvonne coming out of the 
trees. Flashing her headlights to attract her attention 
she saw the young girl start to run towards her.

Getting out of the car to meet her Barbara saw 
immediately the distress in the young girl's eyes and 
longed to reach out to her. Not waiting Barbara ran 
towards the girl and they met about half way from the 
tree line and immediately threw their arms around each 
other. Barbara could feel and hear Yvonne's deep sobs 
as she stroked her hair gently. A thrill went through 
her too when she felt Yvonne's young body come in 
crushing contact with her own and her breasts compress 
against the girl's chest.

"There, there, honey. Let it out. Let it all out," 
Barbara cooed as she slowly rocked Yvonne in her arms 
and caressed her shiny blonde hair.

"Oh Barbara, I don't know what's happening to me! 
Please hold me!" Yvonne cried into Barbara's shoulder 
as she continued to comfort her.

"Honey, I think whatever it is it's a good thing. But 
I'm not letting you stay alone in those woods tonight. 
You're coming home with me," Barbara ordered. Yvonne 
quietly nodded yes and continued to cry and sniffle 
quietly as Barbara led her slowly over to her car, 
opened the passenger door and sat her inside, doing up 
her seatbelt in the process. In the driver's seat 
Barbara handed her some tissues from her purse then 
took Yvonne's small hand in hers briefly before 
starting the engine then held it again most of the way 
home.

Both woman and girl realized on the drive to Barbara's 
place that things had drastically changed in their 
relationship, that they were on the verge of making 
some deeper connection to each other and that felt a 
little scary to both. All Barbara could think of was 
please don't let me mess this up as the two of them 
headed up in the elevator to her penthouse. In moments, 
as they entered the condo hand in hand, both felt the 
strange sensation that they somehow belonged here 
together at this moment and anxiously hoped it was 
mutual.


Chapter Two


As Yvonne entered Barbara's penthouse she was 
overwhelmed by the huge picture window view of the 
ocean many stories below that greeted her as she walked 
through the doorway and exited from a short angled 
hallway. Looking around she also felt a little 
intimidated by the understated luxury that surrounded 
her. Everything just oozed quality, from the original 
colorful oil paintings on the walls to the dark walnut 
furniture and pearl white upholstery. Elegant, that was 
the word for it. Barbara's place was elegant much like 
Barbara herself, Yvonne decided.

"Gosh," Yvonne exclaimed. "You must be rich!" words she 
instantly regretted. "I mean, sorry, you're place is so 
beautiful! I've never seen a place like this before," 
she said gazing around with awe and wonder in her 
bright blue eyes.

Barbara laughed. "Yes I suppose it is. I've never seen 
it through the eyes of someone else like you before." 
she realized. "It makes me appreciate what I have all 
over again. So thank you for your compliment honey. Do 
you like the view?" she asked Yvonne, guiding her over 
to her floor-to-ceiling tempered glass picture window 
as she remembered sharply her own despondency and total 
disinterest in this same view just a few short days 
ago.

"It's awesome!" Yvonne exclaimed as she felt Barbara's 
hand and arm rest comfortably on her shoulders as she 
stared out at the magnificent panorama of nighttime 
city lights reflecting off the ocean. They ringed the 
bay like a multi-colored jewel necklace and lit the sky 
up behind them with a warm green fading to dark blue 
and on into black. Then Yvonne felt herself getting 
warm flashes from the intimate but very welcome contact 
with her new friend, feeling Barbara's breast lightly 
pressing into her shoulder as she continued to hold 
Yvonne to her side. A physical excitement began 
stirring deep inside her.

"I think maybe we should talk," Barbara said gently. 
"But first I'll make us a snack, would you like that?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry and I'd, well, like to talk if 
that's okay,"

"Of course it is. Now sit back and relax. I'll only be 
a few minutes," Barbara said as she walked off to the 
kitchen and began preparing some tomato sandwiches, 
cookies and ice cream. 

As Barbara worked away in the kitchen Yvonne took stock 
of her feelings, aside from the ones she knew she had 
to acknowledge and then release, those horrible 
emotions from her past. The fact was that Barbara 
turned her on, only it wasn't just a sexual thing 
Yvonne knew, it was love. She was falling head over 
heels in love with this beautiful, rich, kind and yes, 
sexy woman and that scared her. 

Barbara had said she loved her, but what had she meant 
by that? Was it a kind of motherly love or did she feel 
the same way Yvonne did? She simply didn't know and 
this made her uneasy and afraid to take any action that 
might provide her with the answer, dreading the pain 
and loss she'd feel if she were rejected. 

Yvonne decided to keep her feelings about Barbara to 
herself for now but that was hard when the object of 
her passionate affection entered the room carrying a 
tray full of sandwiches and snacks. She looks so 
marvelous, she thought as she took in the tight lines 
of Barbara's clothing and then got a peek down her 
blouse when she bent over to rest the tray on the 
coffee table. Yvonne blushed and hoped that Barbara 
hadn't noticed her staring at her cleavage.

Barbara had indeed noticed and a frisson of excitement 
ran through her when she realized the young girl in 
front of her had just checked out her boobs. Careful, 
Barbara told herself. That isn't why you brought her 
home. The girl is much too confused and befuddled right 
now to know what she wants sexually or otherwise and I 
must be the adult here. One wrong move and I could lose 
her for good, she thought anxiously.

After making sure Yvonne felt comfortable helping 
herself Barbara sat down beside her on her large plush 
white couch. "So what would you like to talk about 
precious? Would you like me to ask questions or do you 
just want to tell it all to me while I just listen. 
Either way is fine with me," Barbara offered. "And hey, 
I'm a lawyer. Anything you tell me is completely 
confidential, so don't be afraid," she laughed lightly. 
"And I'm probably unshockable. Nothing you tell me is 
going to change the way I feel about you sweetheart, 
okay?"

"Really? You're a lawyer? Oh wow, I never talked to a 
lawyer before," Yvonne said both truthfully and to buy 
herself some time. Unburdening her soul to this woman 
would be a huge act of trust and she wasn't sure she 
was ready. On the other hand all her feelings were so 
close to the surface, badly needed ventilating, and 
Barbara had followed through on every promise so far. 

She was sure she could trust her but would she be 
turned off by things like her rape? Would she see 
Yvonne after that as just another piece of trailer park 
trash and not worthy of her deeper affections? Briefly 
her fears fought against her need to disclose, but then 
one look into Barbara's warm grey eyes convinced her to 
take the chance, that everything just might be okay and 
that Barbara would still feel the same about her 
afterwards, just as she had said.

Mustering up her courage Yvonne began to tell her 
gruesome tale of neglect and abuse that Barbara had 
only half expected. While her own mother had been an 
alcoholic, Yvonne's was a heroin and crack addict and 
it became clear to Barbara that there was a big 
difference between these addictions and the effects 
they had had on each as children. 

Yvonne told of being made to watch her mother turning 
tricks, as her mother earned extra money by having the 
child in the room, of watching the blood squirt from 
hers veins as she tried to shoot up, of constantly 
moving from hotels to rooming houses to social housing 
during the brief times her mother tried to get clean, 
and of fleeing in the middle of the night because the 
rent wasn't paid. 

Yvonne's one salvation had been school but she found it 
difficult to fit in because of her frequent changes of 
address and from the poor quality of her clothing and 
hygiene. She was frequently taunted and bullied but 
endured because some of the teachers cared and 
recognized the brilliance of her young mind and 
encouraged her to keep trying. And Yvonne had kept 
trying, right up until that night when her mother's 
latest boyfriend, in a frenzied drunken state, decided 
he wanted the daughter too and Yvonne's world turned 
upside down.

Barbara listened horrified as Yvonne related the events 
of that terrible evening some five months ago on what 
had been in fact her twelfth birthday. While Yvonne 
cited each of the details of that terrifying night her 
voice became almost mechanical in its delivery. It was 
Barbara who had tears streaming down her face, whose 
emotions were laid out and flayed raw by each 
revelation of the cruelty and suffering meted out by 
this boyfriend, this beast who had Yvonne's mother 
stand by and watch the whole sordid and wretched scene 
unfold.

"Oh my God, honey, how could anyone treat you that way? 
It's monstrous!" cried Barbara as she scooped young 
Yvonne into her arms and rocked her and held her tight, 
so tight she realized the poor thing probably couldn't 
breath, and she eased up.

"It was pretty bad alright," said Yvonne into Barbara's 
blouse. "I was all bloody, you know, down there, and 
real scared that he was gonna hurt me some more but he 
stopped and his thing got soft and he grabbed my mom, 
took her outside and left me alone. I cleaned up as 
best I could and I was in a lot of pain. To feel safe I 
spent the night in the closet with the door shut. In 
the morning I just grabbed all my things and ran away 
down here. I haven't seen either of them since and I 
never want to again." Yvonne stated adamantly. 

At that admission Yvonne's own tears began flowing 
again and Barbara just held her and cherished her, 
swearing to her over and over again that she would 
never let anyone harm her like that ever again, ever 
baby, ever...

They stayed locked in each other's arms for what seemed 
hours when Yvonne pulled back finally and asked to use 
the bathroom while wiping the tears from her eyes. 
"Over there on the left," Barbara directed. "While 
you're in there I'll get you some night clothes and 
we'll see where you can sleep. If you want a shower 
feel free honey. There's lots of soap, towels and 
shampoo. A nice hot shower might make you feel a whole 
lot better," she added. Yvonne answered saying that 
sounded like a great idea and off she went.

When she was alone in Barbara's toilette and the door 
closed she looked around. She'd never seen a bathroom 
this big before or so pretty. Everything was pink and 
lavender colored and smelled deliciously of exotic 
soaps and perfumes. Ahead of her was a full length 
mirror and she watched herself undress. She first 
kicked off her old runners and socks then unbuttoned 
her jeans and let them fall in a heap on the floor. She 
pulled her white T-shirt over her head and stood naked, 
underwear being something of a luxury in her world, and 
then she looked closely at her body.

Given her age Yvonne thought she looked okay but she 
had never really taken the time to study herself before 
or see herself as a sexual being. She was slim and very 
trim after her months living rough, about 5 feet tall, 
and she'd managed somehow to keep most of her weight 
on. Her breasts were as yet small prominences on her 
chest but her nipples had grown and darkened over the 
past year. Between her legs all of the abrasions and 
bruising had finally healed but she noticed she could 
see more of her labial lips than before, an unwanted 
result of her rape that had brutally ripped away her 
hymen. She noticed too, that her clitoris was now more 
pronounced, peeking out almost shyly from the top of 
her hairless slit. 

Is it all enough though to keep Barbara interested in 
her? And what if Barbara were only into men? Yvonne 
shivered at this thought but decided to let these 
questions go for now as she stepped lightly instead 
into the steamy shower she had set for herself. One 
thing at a time. If her life had taught her anything to 
this point it was patience. As the warm steamy water 
poured over her she let the heady, almost blissful 
feeling of healing wash through her as well from her 
disclosures to Barbara and her obvious acceptance of 
her afterward. It had felt so good unloading all that 
stuff to her.

Barbara, still attempting to process everything Yvonne 
had told her, had meanwhile got busy on her guest room, 
unused for many months, by airing it out, fluffing it 
up and otherwise getting it ready for its latest guest. 
She also dug out a size large white cotton T-shirt that 
ought to suit Yvonne for the night. My God, what that 
poor child's been through, she thought as she 
continued.

Barbara's own bed was a king size posturepedic sea of 
goose down underlays, satin sheets and plush 
comforters. Being a very sensuous person she ensured 
that her sleeping area matched her passion for soft, 
gentle textures that allowed her to drift off to sleep 
as if borne on a cloud. It had been a long time since 
anyone had shared that bed with her though, she 
recognized with some sadness.

As Barbara emerged from the guest room she saw Yvonne 
exiting the bathroom. She looked so adorable with that 
big blue bath towel wrapped around her body while a 
smaller towel graced her head and hair. She was all 
freshly pink and smiles as she came up to Barbara and 
grinned a big grin. 

"Your bathroom is awesome! I've lived with my mom in 
rooms smaller than that!" she exclaimed with a laugh.

"So you're feeling better are you?" 

"Yeah, and thank you so much for listening to me and 
being here for me tonight. I hope I didn't like gross 
you out or anything,"

"No way, honey pie. If anything I love you even more 
now than I did before."

"Really? You don't know how much that means to me right 
now," Yvonne said with a small sob as she embraced 
Barbara in a warm almost passionate hug.

Barbara could feel the dampness of Yvonne's young body 
pressed into hers and resisted the urge to simply strip 
the bath towel away and feel her warm naked skin next 
to her. My God, I'm losing it, she thought.

"Honey, there's a big old T-shirt in the guest room you 
can put on and then I'll blow dry your hair for you. 
How would that be?"

"That would be wonderful!" exclaimed Yvonne. Barbara 
watched her scamper around the corner into the guest 
room and marveled at how cute she looked when she re-
emerged wearing the size large white T-shirt.

"This feels just so cool!" Yvonne declared as she 
modeled the shirt for Barbara, even letting it twirl 
out as she spun around, which allowed Barbara to catch 
a brief glimpse of her bare rear end, something she 
wasn't at all expecting to see. Oh my, what an angel, 
she thought, staring at her blonde hair and the snow 
white shirt that fell to her knees. All she's missing 
are the wings, a halo, and underpants.

"Okay sit over here, Yvonne," Barbara indicated a 
chocolate colored kitchen chair she'd brought into the 
living room. "Then I can brush and dry that lovely 
blonde hair of yours." She set about gathering together 
her blow dryer, comb, and hair brush and recovering 
somewhat from the sight of Yvonne's bare pink ass 
cheeks.

Yvonne quickly sat down with Barbara behind her and 
felt the gentle heat of the dryer at work on her scalp. 
Barbara would take each long strand of hair into the 
brush then slowly apply the dryer inch by inch until 
each strand was done. Yvonne relaxed into the gentle 
sensuous rhythm of Barbara's ministrations to the point 
where she almost fell asleep. Heaven, she decided, 
could not get much better than this.

For Barbara's part she was having similar feelings to 
Yvonne's. This simple act of grooming is so bonding, 
she mused. She could see the look of almost ecstasy on 
Yvonne's face as she continued, strand after strand, to 
dry the young girl's hair. It was a look almost what? 
Sexual? You're dreaming, she sighed to herself as she 
continued until finally the job was done.

"My God honey, you're so beautiful!" Barbara gushed as 
she took in the sight of Yvonne's perfect little face 
framed by dry, clean, shimmering blonde hair.
Yvonne herself had never had this kind of attention 
paid to her before and ran to look in a nearby cabinet 
mirror. She squealed in delight then ran back to 
Barbara and without thinking kissed her full on the 
lips.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Barbara reassured her feeling 
delightfully flustered. "I haven't been kissed in a 
long time. It was nice, baby. Don't worry," but she 
continued to look mortified, both hands sealing off her 
lips. 

"You mean it was okay? Kissing you like that?" Slowly 
Yvonne relaxed and dropped her hands.

"More than okay baby," Barbara looked at her with a 
desperately passionate look that she quickly tried to 
cover up but too late. Yvonne had noticed. 

A surge of sexual energy rushed through the girl as she 
recognized the look on Barbara's face. For all of being 
only twelve there are some things that are just 
instinctual, like being able to read the lust in a 
potential lover's eyes. Yvonne responded coyly.

"You mean you liked me kissing you?" Yvonne asked with 
a grin and her eyes full of something almost 
mischievous. 

"Yes I did, so don't feel bad about it. In fact," 
Barbara held her breath. "You can kiss me whenever you 
like," she exhaled and noticed the look of wonder in 
Yvonne's eyes as the meaning of her words sunk in.

For Barbara this was as forward as she ever wanted to 
get. The kiss had been enchanting, feeling the girl's 
full lips in contact with her own, but she didn't want 
to push herself onto her but she didn't want to close 
the door on any further intimacies either. God, I'm 
being so bad, she berated herself.

Yvonne was slightly less confused by Barbara's offer. 
In fact she saw it as an invitation to start taking 
some initiative, as something that freed her from her 
dreadful fear of rejection. What in the world had 
possessed her to kiss this woman? She wasn't going to 
analyze it. Grown ups probably get freaked out by stuff 
like this though so I'll take things slowly, Yvonne 
concluded. 

At the same time she was so excited because she might, 
just might, after all her years of struggle, strife and 
pain, get it all; the girl, the condo and the whole new 
life she so desperately craved. Was that being selfish, 
she wondered, then realized it didn't matter. If anyone 
deserved a break it was her, she decided. For whatever 
reason Barbara loved her and that was good enough. And 
she now recognized, with something like a flash, that 
she loved her back with probably equal intensity.

"So, do I get to kiss you good night then?" Yvonne 
asked somewhat provocatively.

Barbara felt a wave of heat pass through her body. "You 
sure do, but bedtime's a little ways ahead yet," she 
deferred cautiously. "Do you want to watch some TV 
first?" Yvonne quickly nodded yes and Barbara handed 
her the remote. "While you're doing that I'll go have a 
shower myself and change into my night clothes too. Be 
back in a flash sweetie! And have some more ice cream 
if you'd like," Barbara called over her shoulder as she 
headed down the hall for the shower.

When Barbara had reached the sanctity of her bathroom 
she noticed the humidity left over from Yvonne's 
shower, but noted too that everything was otherwise in 
order, including the folded washcloth, soap and shampoo 
bottle placed exactly where they'd been before Yvonne's 
visit. Her clothes too, were neatly folded and placed 
on the counter. Well, if you're trying to score points, 
you just have, Barbara laughed as she began undressing. 

She too looked herself over in the full length bathroom 
mirror and thought she still looked pretty damned good 
for fifty. Her breasts were still firm and capped by 
large pink nipples that she noticed were extended in 
excitement. Her long legs were trim and the small 
triangle of brown pubic hair at her groin topped them 
off nicely. Who wouldn't want me? Barbara giggled 
before stepping into the hot shower.

Once inside Barbara let the stress and tension of the 
last few days wash out of her. She's here, she likes me 
and I think she wants to stay, she decided confidently. 
And maybe, just maybe there's something sexual bubbling 
under her careful exterior, Barbara thought wickedly, 
reliving the moment of their first kiss once again. 

Taking her time Barbara luxuriated in the hot flowing 
water, letting it play over her body endlessly, easing 
her tired neck and shoulders especially, where she knew 
she always carried her tension and stress. After a 
quick shampoo and rinse she turned off the shower and, 
feeling thoroughly refreshed, she prepared to venture 
forth into this new relationship with Yvonne, wondering 
at the possibilities it might bring to fruition for 
both of them.

She found Yvonne comfortably planted on the couch 
watching blaring music videos. As soon as she spied 
Barbara though she turned down the volume.

"Sorry, I guess that was a little loud, huh?" Yvonne 
asked, immediately endearing herself to Barbara, while 
she in turn quietly admired Barbara's body swathed in a 
big pink wrap-around bath towel. She is just so 
gorgeous, Yvonne enthused to herself.

"Oh no worries. I grew up in the sixties and seventies. 
Loud music doesn't bother me," Barbara laughed then sat 
down at the other end of the couch.

"Hey, you want me to blow dry your hair too?" Yvonne 
asked her.

"Well sure, if I'm not interrupting your program," 
Barbara said. "That would be nice, thank you!"

Seating herself in the same chair Yvonne had recently 
occupied she propped herself up and waited for Yvonne 
to start. "My hair's kind of short. You don't need to 
comb or brush it, hon."

"Aw, but I want to," Yvonne pouted. Signaling her 
surrender Barbara gave in and thoroughly enjoyed the 
sensation of being pampered by this young pretty scamp 
she was falling in love with. After a few precious 
minutes under her tender care Yvonne announced proudly 
that she was finished. "Go look!" she urged Barbara.

Barbara went to the same mirror Yvonne had used and 
actually liked the job she'd taken such pains to do. 
She turned around with a big smile on her face. "It's 
wonderful, love. You did a great job!" Then she 
surprised Yvonne by coming over and returning her kiss, 
but this time letting it linger a few moments longer. 
She sensed Yvonne responding and was excitedly 
encouraged to go farther but stopped, pulling away as 
she gazed into Yvonne's dreamy looking face and smiled.

"You see, kisses are okay honey."

"Oh my!" was all Yvonne said as she moved in for a big 
hug. "But I still get to kiss you goodnight too, 
remember?"

"How could I forget? I look forward to it!"

After this erotically charged moment Barbara moved off 
to her bedroom to change. Oh my God, she thought as she 
slipped on some panties and a large T-Shirt with a big 
Garfield on it. I think she's really into going 
further. I'd better be careful! 

When Barbara came back out she joined Yvonne on the 
couch and watched the videos with her. Some she even 
enjoyed but with the others she realized contentedly 
this is just something she's just going to have to get 
used to, not that she was complaining.

"Honey, guess what?" Barbara asked during a commercial 
break. "Maybe you don't know this but tomorrow's your 
birthday."

"No, my birthday..."

"No honey. That wasn't a birthday you had last time. 
I'm going to help you celebrate it all over again 
tomorrow and, if you'd like, I want to start off by 
taking you shopping, would that be okay?"

"Gosh yes!"

"And I'd also like you to consider living here with me 
from now on. Of course you don't have to make your mind 
up right away..." 

Yvonne simply squealed "Oh my God, this is so too much. 
You mean like move in now and...and never have to go 
back to the woods...and live here in this like, 
mansion? With you? You really like me that much?" she 
gasped. Did she hear right? Did Barbara really want her 
to live here with her? 

Barbara almost cried when she saw the look of 
cataclysmic joy on Yvonne's eager face. "God, I love 
you sweetheart, you precious baby. Yeah I like you that 
much. What do you think of that?"

"I think I want to stay here almost forever!" Yvonne 
burst out in astonishment.

"Well, we'll take things a day at a time, honey, and 
worry about forever some other day, but you can stay as 
long as you like. How's that?"

"Perfect! I mean that's the best birthday present I 
could ever get! Thank you!"

"Tomorrow's going to be a special day too honey, you'll 
see," Barbara promised.

"Oooo, I know it will. I can't wait! And I think it's 
even bedtime now," she said as her program ended. "So 
do I get to give you that goodnight kiss then?"

Barbara simply moved her head down and touched her lips 
tenderly against Yvonne's. Then she felt Yvonne's hand 
gently place itself on her shoulder and the kiss 
intensify. Following Yvonne's lead Barbara stayed with 
her and heard Yvonne moan as the kiss deepened and 
Barbara ever so slightly opened her lips and met 
Yvonne's eager tongue with hers. 

Both tentatively explored each other then they each 
grew bolder until finally their mouths were wide open 
and their tongues delved deep into each other's throat, 
probing and dueling, endlessly tangling around and 
around each other. Barbara felt dizzy with desire but 
knew she had to pull back before things got out of 
control.

"Sweet Jesus, baby, that was a pretty grown up kiss." 
Barbara panted, holding Yvonne away from her by both 
shoulders. "You know where that was heading don't you, 
little one? You must know that that is in no way a 
condition of my accepting you here. I'd be devastated 
if you felt you had to please me like this just to stay 
here."

"Oh my God, no!" cried Yvonne. "I am so in love with 
you it hurts. I would never do that, I promise! Oh 
please say it's okay?"

Seeing the pleading, hurt look in Yvonne's clear blue 
eyes Barbara's heart melted. "Oh yes honey it's okay. I 
just need to be sure. This is such a big step and it's 
happening so fast I'm really nervous. And I love you 
more than you can ever know, sweetheart, but I'm fifty 
years old. Are you sure you want me as a lover? And 
what about boys? Surely you'll want someone your own 
age sooner or later..."

"Barbara no! I've always liked girls. I know I'm gay 
and all kids my own age ever did was tease me and give 
me a hard time. The only people nice to me are adults, 
older people like my teachers and you. Please, I really 
want you as my, well, girlfriend. I can't bear to think 
about not being with you! And what about you, do you 
like girls too? I mean..."

"Yes honey, I'm gay too. Funny how that work's out. I 
won't be leaving you for some man any time soon," she 
laughed. Barbara succumbed to her pleading and 
questioning and hugged her close. "But you know baby, 
there's going to be times where I'm going to have to be 
the parent," she said by way of affirming her 
acceptance of their relationship. "Not often I hope but 
you're still a young minor and, just to let you know, 
nobody can know about us and I mean nobody. Not street 
friends nor anyone else. Can you handle that?"

"I never want to go down to those streets again ever! I 
hated my life with my mother and I hate living in the 
park and the street even more. I've figured out that 
that's not who I am or where I belong. Here just feels 
so right to me and I know how to keep secrets. I always 
knew what to tell and not tell the social workers to 
stay out of foster care, the police and doctors too," 
While some foster homes were no doubt excellent all 
Yvonne had ever heard were the horror stories from 
other kids. Better the devil she knew with her mother. 
"I learned that much. Please don't worry about that, 
okay?" Yvonne assured her.

"I keep forgetting how grown up you can be sometimes 
and no, I won't worry honey," Barbara said sincerely. 
"Now, about bedtime," she paused nervously. "Would you 
like to sleep with me tonight?" she invited, hardly 
believing that things had progressed so far so fast, or 
that she'd said what she just did. "I'd like to take 
things a little slowly but I'd be thrilled if you'd 
cuddle up next to me tonight. Would that be okay?"

"Better than okay! I'd so love to sleep with you 
tonight, you just don't know!" Yvonne enthused.

Barbara led her slowly into her bedroom that was done 
up largely in different shades of blue. Exclaiming her 
astonishment at the luxurious layout of Barbara's 
boudoir Yvonne ran over to the bed and jumped on top of 
her pastel blue duvet cover and instantly felt the 
incredible softness of the goose down underlay beneath 
it. "Oh my God, it's like you're a queen or something!" 
she pronounced with awe.

"And you're my little princess," Barbara said with a 
laugh while drawing back the covers. "Come on sweetie, 
in you get," she ordered.

Yvonne didn't hesitate and dove in between Barbara's 
dark indigo satin sheets and lay there in the middle of 
the king size bed with the covers pulled up to her 
chin. Barbara briefly adored the sight of her pretty 
young face sticking out from the sea of blue that 
surrounded her before climbing into bed beside her.

"Now come here and cuddle," Barbara ordered again.

"Okay, but how about I give you another goodnight kiss 
first," Yvonne giggled, moving next to Barbara and 
relishing the feel of her warm body touching hers.

"Oh, I suppose," said Barbara in mock indifference as 
their lips met again in another searing kiss. Pulling 
back slightly Barbara began kissing Yvonne's cheeks, 
eyes and ears, finishing at her tender young neck. "Oh 
sweetheart, you taste so good," Barbara murmured as she 
continued. Nothing in her entire life had felt more 
right than this. How could that be?

"I feel like I'm in heaven or some kind of dream," 
Yvonne whispered. "I just hope I never wake up!" She 
moved closer to Barbara and felt the fullness of her 
breasts against her chest and the urgent contact her 
hips were making. She decided to relax and submit to 
whatever desires Barbara might have, trusting in her 
completely.

"Honey, tonight we're just going to kiss and cuddle but 
remember," Barbara reminded her. "Tomorrow's your 
birthday sweetheart, so anything you want to do here, 
or not do here, is okay. Can you wait?" Can I wait? 
mused Barbara. 

How deliciously sweet she is, Yvonne thought. "Yes I 
can wait. I guess this is going to be some birthday, 
huh?" she giggled.

"Yep, as good as I can make it," Barbara promised and 
with that she turned Yvonne over and spooned with her, 
giving little butterfly kisses to her neck and ear.

"That tickles," she murmured happily. 

Barbara continued until she felt Yvonne slowly unwind 
and fall into a deep relaxed sleep. Yes, girlfriend 
it's going to be some birthday for you. The best I can 
make it, Barbara promised again as she too slowly 
drifted off into a deep satisfying slumber.


Chapter 3


Barbara awoke early before Yvonne and lay on her side 
watching her sleep. Her long golden hair was fanned out 
on either side of her face and, along with her snow 
white T-shirt, reminded her of how much Yvonne looked 
exactly like the little angel she had become to 
Barbara, rescuing her from a life full of despair and 
meaninglessness. Seeing her looking so innocent and 
vulnerable she couldn't resist and leaned over and 
kissed her on the forehead. Yvonne stirred sleepily 
then opened her eyes.

"Oh that felt nice," Yvonne yawned tiredly, giving 
Barbara a great big smile.

"You looked so beautiful lying there I couldn't resist. 
And happy birthday darling."

"Thank you Barbara. You say the most wonderful things 
to me. Do you want me to get up now?"

"Only if you want to. It's still early if you want to 
sleep some more. I'm getting up though and having a 
shower. Then can I cook you breakfast? How about 
omelets, do you like those?" Barbara asked, anxious to 
cook the first meal they would share together. "I'll 
wake you when it's all ready."

"I love omelets! That would be so cool!" Yvonne quickly 
embraced Barbara and gave her a small kiss.

"Mmm," cooed Barbara. "Can't have dessert before the 
main meal, you know," she giggled.

"Rats." As if in a huff, Yvonne turned over and 
pretended to sleep.

Barbara laughed at her then headed for the shower. 
Getting under the steaming water she realized she'd 
never felt so excited or alive. This young girl was 
working miracles in her life. And all this at my age 
and all from someone so young. She'd never been 
attracted to young girls before and she was still a bit 
mystified by her feelings but she decided not to 
question them any longer. Everything up to now seemed 
too right and good. 

Getting out of the shower she went into the bedroom to 
discover that Yvonne had indeed fallen back asleep. So 
as not to disturb her and avoid the awkward situation 
of being naked in front of her (she wanted the first 
time to be a bit more romantic), she gathered together 
the clothes she wanted to wear and went out to the 
living room to change.

Fully dressed in casual slacks and a frilly white top 
she liked she put on socks and sneakers to match and 
proceeded to the kitchen. Whipping up the eggs, grating 
the cheese, chopping the onions, celery, and ham 
Barbara discovered a new love for the domestic arts. 
Cooking for someone you love is so much better than 
cooking for yourself, she pondered, thinking of all the 
money she had spent eating out all these years. A good 
thing something told her last week to stock up the 
fridge and pantry. She was actually a good cook and 
thoroughly enjoyed this chance to pick up the skills 
again.

When the meal was finally prepared and places set at 
the kitchen table complete with toast, marmalade, jam 
and two large glasses of orange juice, she went in to 
call Yvonne.

"Breakfast's ready honey!" she announced from the 
bedroom door. 

"Okay, I'm up," Yvonne said with a yawn. "Wow, it 
smells delicious! Omelets are my favorite," she 
enthused. Getting out of bed she padded her way 
barefoot to the kitchen in her long white T-shirt, a 
sight that Barbara found simply too endearing for 
words.

When she arrived at the table Yvonne immediately spied 
a bran muffin Barbara had set out for her, with a 
glowing birthday candle stuck in the middle of it.

"Happy birthday sweetheart. It was the best I could do 
on short notice."

"It's all so marvelous! Oh thank you Barbara, thank you 
so much!" Yvonne exclaimed running over to hug her 
tightly, then lifting up her head and standing on tip 
toes she kissed her affectionately on the lips.

"Mmm, let's eat. I'm starving. Bet you are too." 
Barbara enjoined. 

They both sat down as Yvonne made a silent, very 
naughty wish and blew out the candle. Tucking in to 
their breakfast Barbara watched as Yvonne wolfed down 
every scrap of food in front of her and finished by 
gulping down her big glass of OJ. Announcing she was 
done and how yummy it was she sat and watched Barbara 
finish hers off at a more leisurely pace.

With breakfast done Barbara cleared off the table and 
sent Yvonne to the living room to gather up the remains 
of last night's snack. Together they loaded the 
dishwasher and then Barbara scooted her off to the 
shower. When she was done and dressed again they both 
sat back down at the kitchen table.

"Okay, here's the plan sweetheart," said Barbara. "I'm 
going to take you round to the downtown mall and get 
you a whole new wardrobe and all the other stuff you're 
going to need. School's only a couple of weeks a way 
too, but we'll talk more about that when we're done. 
Along the way I'll buy us a nice lunch and then we'll 
see about your birthday present. Sound good so far?"

"You mean I get a birthday present on top of all that 
other stuff?" Yvonne marveled.

"Yep, so start thinking about what that might be. And 
it better be expensive!" Barbara laughed. "Ever hear 
those words before?"

"No ma'am and thank you. I can't believe it!"

As they headed for Barbara's car, Yvonne's head was 
awhirl with possibilities. She'd never bought new 
clothes like this before. Always her pants, jeans, T-
shirts and tops had come from thrift shops or 
occasionally from cheap discount stores. What did she 
want to wear? She hoped Barbara was going to help her 
pick out what looked nice on her. She had some ideas of 
what she wanted but her lack of experience in these 
matters made her feel a bit uncertain, even afraid. She 
didn't want to appear as some kind of fashion geek to 
this woman who had become so important in her life.

Yvonne needn't have worried. Barbara was sensitive to 
the fact that this was undoubtedly a new experience for 
Yvonne and she guided her through the process like the 
fashion maven she was. Looking good in her field had 
been mandatory and Barbara had developed a good fashion 
sense early, something she now willingly passed along 
to her young charge.

"What we need to figure out first is which colors suit 
you the best," Barbara said. "My guess is you're a 
winter person, so let's look at blues, blacks, grays, 
and whites first." She said, remembering how precious 
Yvonne had looked framed in her bed in blue and white. 
So saying they went through shops, department stores, 
and boutiques trying on slacks, skirts, blouses, tops, 
shirts, jackets and coats until Yvonne began feeling 
all tuckered out. Ending this expedition therefore and 
loaded down with purchases, they had a pick-me-up drink 
from the Orange Julius stand and dropped their shopping 
bags into the trunk of the Lexus. Then they went 
looking for shoes.

At the first shoe store they bought Yvonne three pairs 
of high priced runners that matched the rest of her 
wardrobe, and then they headed for the upscale ladies 
shoe store that Barbara often shopped at. There Yvonne 
was treated to the look and feel of truly elegant foot 
wear, made from hand-crafted leather, rich suede and 
other materials she could only guess at. All her 
choices were on the conservative side, which seemed to 
suit Yvonne. At least in fashion she preferred not to 
make bold statements. She wanted in fact, to look as 
nice and quietly stylish as Barbara.

Next on the agenda were toiletries, underwear, make-up, 
and other sundries. Barbara chose all the make-up for 
Yvonne because the girl had never bought or worn any 
before. She completely trusted Barbara's judgment in 
that domain. Socks, underwear and, after a bit of 
discussion, training and sports bras were added to the 
pile, as were pantyhose, hair brushes, a comb and 
manicure set, Yvonne's own choice of fragrant soaps, 
shampoo, and conditioner, along with a few colorful 
berets and hair ties and bands, some bits of moderately 
expensive jewelry, toothbrushes, deodorant and 
everything else a respectable twelve year old girl 
ought to have, including a pair of designer sunglasses.

Thoroughly shopped out the pair headed down to 
Barbara's car and deposited the rest of their purchases 
in the trunk. Yvonne felt decidedly grungy in her T-
shirt and jeans and asked if she couldn't change into 
some of the clothes they'd just bought before going to 
lunch. Deciding that was a good idea Barbara elected to 
keep watch while Yvonne carried her selections into the 
back seat and began her transformation. She reluctantly 
refused to peek.

When Yvonne emerged she took Barbara's breath away. Her 
long blonde hair was tied back with a black silk hair 
band and crowned with her new sun glasses. She also 
wore a white open neck polo shirt with blue and gray 
trim at the collar and cuffs, complete with a small 
pretty silver necklace around her throat. She had also 
changed into a pair of tailored looking navy blue 
shorts, white ankle socks and the dark blue trimmed 
white Nike's she'd been wearing since Barbara had 
bought them. Set off against her light summer tan she 
looked like a graceful young catalogue model.

"My God, you look gorgeous, honey! I can't believe it," 
Barbara was close to tears. "Turn around and let me 
look at you," Yvonne obediently did a slow twirl then 
curtseyed. "Oh, you are so lovely Yvonne, you 
flabbergast me!"

Yvonne giggled and hugged Barbara. "I like you looking 
at me," she said excitedly then both of them got in to 
the car, did up their seat belts and drove off to 
lunch.

Barbara took them to a good quality seafood place near 
her building and suggested the fish and chips to 
Yvonne. Accepting her advice Yvonne was allowed to 
order for herself and Barbara ordered the same, along 
with club sodas for them both. Barbara suddenly 
recognized with gratitude that her urge for alcohol was 
completely gone, something else she could chalk up to 
her angel from the street.

"So, have you decided on a birthday present yet?" 
Barbara asked as they were finishing their meal.

"Yes I have. Can it be anything?"

"How about anything so long as it fits in the car. I'm 
not lugging home a pony, okay?" Barbara laughed.

"No, no. What I want is a really nice watch, like 
yours." She remembered the watch Barbara had given her 
in the park but wanted to keep that one somewhere safe 
and permanently set at 8 o'clock. Then Yvonne paused. 
"Lingerie," she said. "Some really nice lingerie 
because I want to look special for you. Is that okay?" 

"Oh my goodness, that is so sweet, and so sexy! Yeah 
you can have those if that's what you want."

Assuring Barbara that she did they finished their meal, 
paid the bill and headed uptown first to Barbara's 
favorite jewelry store then on to Victoria's Secret. 
Yvonne picked out a delicate gold and platinum Swiss 
watch with a suitably large price tag, as Barbara had 
ordered, then off they went in search of lingerie. 

Yvonne wanted to make her selections a surprise so 
Barbara asked the sales clerk to assist Yvonne while 
she went off and bought a few things for herself. She 
told her, just to allay any suspicions, that Yvonne was 
her niece and she wanted to freak out her sister. The 
clerk laughed and bought in to the story, playing her 
role eagerly. She left her credit card with Yvonne and 
told her not to worry about the price.

About forty five minutes later Barbara returned, signed 
the credit card receipt, thanked the clerk and let 
Yvonne carry her hidden purchases back to the car. 
Although she was dying to see what she'd selected she 
respected Yvonne's wishes and didn't ask to look.

"Honey, that is just so sweet of you to buy lingerie to 
wear for me. I can't wait to see you in it," Barbara 
told her as they drove home.

"I've always dreamed of having nice lingerie," Yvonne 
sighed happily. "You mean I can put it on for you when 
we get to home?"

"You sure can, baby doll. Today is your day, remember? 
Anything you want when we get home is fine with me," 
Like I'm complaining about this request. Oh my, she 
thought, this is all so wicked.

When they finally parked in Barbara's underground space 
the first thing Yvonne did was take her old T-shirt, 
jeans, and runners and toss them in the trash. "I never 
want to wear jeans again ever. That's all I've worn 
most of my life and I hate them," she declared.

So that's why she didn't pick out any blue jeans, 
Barbara thought. Well I can't blame her and I'm 
certainly not complaining. Barbara was no fan of jeans 
herself. Acknowledging Yvonne's decision she set to, 
gathering up all their purchases for the trip up the 
elevator. Both of them, fully laden, finally made it to 
the elevator. Barbara had to fumble with her pass card 
at the elevator and again at her door before they 
finally made it through and home.

"Come on, let's dump these things in the guest room 
which is now officially your room by the way. Of course 
we can sleep together but I want you to have your own 
private space too, and it will look good when we have 
guests. What do you think?"

"Oh yeah, I think that's great! And I can decorate it 
and everything?" Yvonne asked excitedly.

"You betcha! You can even have your own computer if you 
like. Something tells me you'd be good at that. In fact 
I bet soon you'll be teaching me things on it."

"I love computers. We had them in school. But one of my 
very own, and the internet too?"

"Of course. It's no problem to network off my 
connection. Till then you're welcome to use mine any 
time you like, okay?"

Yvonne was ecstatic as they began putting away all her 
new things, taking off the tags, then sorting and 
hanging them up, putting them in drawers, arranging in 
the process her jewelry, manicure set, make-up, hair 
brush, and combs on the vanity which came with a large 
oval mirror that had an adjustable angle. Eventually 
all that remained were Yvonne's two Victoria's Secret 
bags.

"Okay, you gotta leave now 'cause I'm going to give you 
a fashion show, remember?"

"How could I forget, sweetheart! I'll wait for you in 
the living room." 

Yvonne paused after Barbara left then started 
undressing. She was amazed at how unselfconscious she 
was about showing her body off to Barbara. In fact the 
whole idea was turning her on big time. When nude she 
stroked herself and preened a moment in front of her 
mirror before picking out her first garment.

As Barbara exited what was now Yvonne's room she closed 
the door softly behind her. She made her way to the 
couch and sat down waiting in excited anticipation to 
see what Yvonne had chosen. A few minutes later 
Yvonne's door opened and she strode out briskly into 
Barbara's view, stopped in front of her, and did a slow 
pirouette. 

Barbara gasped and clapped her hands to her face. 
Yvonne had on a black shear lace teddy that 
provocatively hid her nipples and pussy, but revealed 
just about everything else including her deliciously 
rounded butt and her perfectly sculpted legs. She's 
such a tease! Barbara thought but the sight of her pink 
little ass through the black lace was certainly enough 
satisfaction for now. My God, what next? Her 
temperature was fast rising.

Next turned out to be a white lacey camisole that 
clearly allowed Barbara to see Yvonne's little puffy 
coral colored nipples and breasts for the first time 
while providing just a glimpse of her hairless pink 
slit through a pair of matching panties. Barbara 
thought she might come on the spot, she was getting so 
hot. The little minx, she thought gleefully.

Yvonne watched every look on Barbara's face and could 
tell she was having a big effect on her. She'd never 
felt so sexy before than she did now modeling her 
lingerie for her new lover. Every stare of Barbara's, 
every gasp and blush made her feel powerful, turned on 
and wanted, things she'd never ever felt before. After 
her third presentation of a transparent light blue bra 
and panties that left nothing to the imagination, 
Yvonne stopped the show and knelt down in front of 
Barbara.

"That's all for now. I'm saving the rest for another 
time. Do you like them?"

"Like them! Baby doll come here and kiss me before I 
die of excitement," Barbara and Yvonne embraced 
standing up and, as their kissing grew steadily more 
passionate, Barbara's hand drifted down to cup Yvonne's 
delightful young ass, slipping her hand under her shear 
panties, stroking it lightly and pulling her in closer 
to her. Yvonne moaned in approval and both their hips 
started a slow grinding against each other that 
signaled their building passion.

"Let's go to your bedroom," Yvonne finally panted. "You 
said I could have anything I wanted and I want you. 
Right now," she giggled.

"Your wish is my command," was all Barbara managed as 
they slowly walked, arm in arm, down the hall to 
Barbara's bedroom, their minds smoldering with erotic 
expectation.

"My turn to see you now," Yvonne whispered and began 
unbuttoning Barbara's blouse. Barbara worked away at 
her slacks and felt them drop to the floor as Yvonne 
finished with her blouse. Barbara slipped it off and 
reached behind her to undo her bra. As it fell through 
her arms she heard a quick intake of breath from 
Yvonne. "Gosh you are so beautiful!"

"You like my big old titties?" Barbara laughed knowing 
how much attention Yvonne always paid to them. She slid 
out of her panties next then moved in to embrace 
Yvonne. The feel of her naked pink skin against her own 
was exquisite. She quickly removed Yvonne's delicate 
see-through bra and panties set and placed them 
carefully on her nightstand then held her out to admire 
her naked form. "You are so beautiful," she whispered, 
looking down at Yvonne's hard pink nipples and cute 
little hairless slit. Then she picked her up and 
practically threw her on the unmade bed behind her.

"I – I've never done this before..." stuttered 
Yvonne as Barbara descended on top of her, stopping her 
words with an enormous soul rattling kiss. Barbara 
continued kissing her sweet angel, tangling their 
tongues around and around each other till she pulled 
back to whisper to Yvonne.

"It's okay honey, relax a bit. This is your day, 
remember? I'll help you along, don't worry. Why don't 
you play with my breasts? They're very sensitive and I 
keep seeing you stare at them," Barbara giggled. 
Yvonne's hands moved eagerly over Barbara's large 
breasts as she lay flat to give her better access. 

"That's it baby, feel them, feel how hard my nipples 
are. They're hard because of you honey, you turn me on 
so much!" Barbara inhaled sharply as Yvonne kneaded her 
breast flesh and pulled and teased at her elongated 
pink nipples. "Now suck them honey. Take them in your 
mouth, that's it. Ooooh that feels so good, precious!"

Yvonne was in heaven with her face buried in Barbara's 
ample breasts. She had so dreamed of this moment, this 
perfect moment of her first real sexual experience. She 
could feel herself getting wet and smelled Barbara's 
heady musk as well.

"Now honey, I want to touch you too, is that okay?" 
Barbara asked. "Down there as well," she said 
indicating Yvonne's pink and swollen pussy.

"Oh God yes!" hissed Yvonne. "You can do anything you 
want with me. I'm just so excited!"

Barbara could actually feel her trembling as she laid 
her hand gently on her breast then moved down to suck 
on her hard coral pink nipples. They tasted like 
heaven, so small and erect. She bathed them with her 
tongue and sucked them gently into her mouth and felt 
the developing swell of her tender young breasts in her 
hands. Raising her head briefly she trailed her hand 
slowly down to Yvonne's waiting pussy, just lightly 
grazing her fingers over her small slit.

"Oh Gosh, that feels nice! Please touch me some more!" 
Yvonne implored her passionately.

Driven on by Yvonne's words she let her fingers part 
her pussy lips and felt how soft and wet she was, and 
then she concentrated on her little clit, just peeking 
its head out the top of her pussy. She quickly found 
the little bud and began to stroke it in rapid little 
circles as Yvonne's hips started bucking and heaving to 
her amorous attentions.

"Yes baby doll, I want to make you come. Come for me 
baby, come!" Barbara extolled, continuing to frig 
Yvonne's sweet clit rapidly.

"Oh shit, oh fuck!" Yvonne moaned out, not caring if 
Barbara was offended as a huge orgasm impended. 
Anything but offended, Barbara loved Yvonne's dirty 
talk, which seemed so out of character for her. "Oh my 
God, I'm coming! I'm coming for you!" Yvonne wailed as 
a huge climax spread from her steamy hot cunt through 
her entire body until she arched completely off the 
bed. Barbara struggled to hold her as her climax 
continued to wrack her slim young twelve year old body.

Yvonne was moaning and crying out her pleasure as her 
orgasm slowly subsided. Barbara held her tightly 
murmuring over and over, "Oh my baby, oh my sweet 
child," stroking her sweaty back all the while, feeling 
her own swollen breasts pressed hard against her small 
heaving chest.

"Oh, Barbara, I've never come like that before. That 
was heaven!" Yvonne sobbed into Barbara's shoulder.

"Hey, little one, there's lots more where that came 
from. I can teach you so much," Barbara whispered.

"Can I touch your pussy now? It looks scrumptious," 
Yvonne asked quietly.

"You do whatever you like, darling."

Yvonne moved her body around and rested her head on 
Barbara's stomach. Her right hand started to drift 
slowly down until her fingers began to tangle in 
Barbara's light coating of pussy fur, sending tiny 
shivers up Barbara's spine. Exploring further she 
encountered Barbara's pussy lips and felt her wetness. 
Slipping her finger into her slit Yvonne began gently 
stroking her, eventually finding the tight opening to 
her vagina and slipping two fingers inside. It felt so 
wet and hot in there she marveled. Then she heard 
Barbara moan as she began a gentle fucking motion, 
raising her head a little to watch what she was doing.

"God, honey, yes! Fuck me like that! It feels so good," 
Barbara cried softly as Yvonne continued to probe 
deeper inside her hot pussy. "Go faster honey, that's 
it, fuck me faster!"

Yvonne complied with Barbara's wishes, loving Barbara's 
naughty words, and turned to look at her face now 
contorted with lust. She'd seen that look a few times 
on her mother's face but this time she knew she was the 
instrument of this sweet torture and it thrilled her. 
Pleasing her own precious angel this way pleased her so 
much she wanted the moment never to end. Remembering 
what Barbara had done for her Yvonne brought in her 
other hand and found Barbara's distended, swollen clit 
and began frigging her there in small rapid circles.

Barbara felt the intensity of her coming orgasm and 
braced to receive its sweet release. Squeezing her own 
breasts and nipples almost mindlessly she was on the 
edge of an ecstasy she hadn't experienced in years, if 
ever. She felt every stroke of Yvonne's busy hands on 
her cunny. Then it hit her in hot, searing waves of 
pleasure radiating out from her pussy like a huge 
tsunami. Every nerve in her body seemed charged with 
the force of it and her lower limbs shook from its 
power. 

It seemed like minutes before she began to relax and 
started hearing the gentle voice of young Yvonne 
whispering in her ear, "Oh my God, that was so sweet, 
that was so awesome, I love you so much, Barbara!"

Barbara quickly embraced Yvonne's young sweet body and 
kissed her deeply, stroking her hair, her back, her 
sweet little ass over and over, unable to get enough of 
this young girl to hold on to and to love. As their 
passion peaked and quelled they both stopped and looked 
into the other's face, gazing in wonderment and 
adoration.

"God, honey I've never come like that. Thank you so 
much. That was so special, sweetheart. I love you 
Yvonne, more than I can ever tell you." Barbara 
whispered to her softly yet intensely, wanting her 
words to impress themselves right into her divine soul.

Yvonne threw herself against Barbara and began to cry. 
"Nobody's ever told me that before, not like you do. I 
just know you do, you're so real to me, so kind and so 
honest it's a little scary. I just hope I can love you 
back as much, that I'll be everything you will be proud 
of, that you won't be disappointed in me." She sobbed. 
"I'm really not much, you know," she giggled a little. 
"And I don't have any tits either!"

"I love your sweet little titties, honey and hey, until 
you get some more of your own I've got enough for both 
of us, so cheer up!" Barbara laughed. "And I already 
know you won't disappoint me but you have to know that 
my feelings for you are unconditional," Barbara said 
looking her straight in the eye. "That means you can 
screw up, make mistakes and fail from time to time, and 
I'll still love you just as much. I know there's a lot 
you've missed in your life, that you maybe don't know a 
lot of things other girls your age do, but that's not 
your fault. And I'm making it my job to get you caught 
up. Is that okay with you?"

"I love how you always ask me if it's okay. Everybody 
else just orders me around all the time. And yes, it's 
okay with me," Yvonne said looking fondly at her lover. 
Her lover, gosh that feels so grown up and serious, she 
thought with delight.

"Now how about we have a nice shower together? That'll 
be fun, don't you think?" asked Barbara.

"Gosh yes! And after I can wear my new bath robe, the 
silky blue one!"

Barbara watched fondly as Yvonne ran naked into her 
room and came out carrying her new treasure over her 
arm. "Let's go!" she cried and off they went to the 
shower room.

After adjusting the temperature Barbara and Yvonne 
entered the large stall together and got under the warm 
spray. The first thing Barbara did was grab the soap 
and begin washing Yvonne's pink little body all over, 
especially the sensitive places between her legs, over 
her ripe little backside, and around her tiny coral 
peaked breast mounds. Yvonne shivered with all this 
attention and couldn't wait until it was her turn.

Barbara didn't want to stop but she realized Yvonne 
could only get so clean and probably wanted a turn 
herself. She graciously handed the soap to her young 
lover and felt her small hands immediately trace 
delicious erotic patterns over her skin, paying extra 
attention to her swelling breasts. Then she washed her 
back, moving down to fondly stroke her tight ass over 
and over again. Turning her around to rinse her off she 
knelt down and lathed a big mound of suds into her 
throbbing pussy before sensuously running her soapy 
hands up and down her long legs. Breathing heavily at 
this point Barbara thought she might be close to 
another orgasm.

"Honey stop a minute. Do you want to watch me get 
myself off, you know, uh, masturbate?" Barbara said 
with some trepidation but dying to perform for her 
young princess. "You've got me all excited," she 
smiled.

"Yes, I mean no, I mean I'll do it..." Yvonne 
stuttered.

"No honey, I want to do this for you, okay?"

"Yeah it's okay!" Yvonne enthused. She had never 
imagined a sexual act like this before but the idea 
burned in her imagination. 

Yvonne stood staring as Barbara's hands moved slowly to 
begin their work. She began with a rough massage of her 
left breast, pulling on her nipple and squeezing her 
tit as her right hand delved down between her legs. The 
hot slippery soap and water acted as potent lubricants, 
allowing her hands to glide smoothly and effortlessly 
over her skin. She watched Yvonne's rapt face intently 
as she began to play with herself in earnest, slipping 
two fingers into her cunt and fucking herself with hard 
little slapping sounds. 

"Oh that looks so cool!" Yvonne whispered as Barbara 
now began rubbing her extended clit bud in hard round 
circles using her other hand.

As her climax approached she couldn't take her eyes off 
Yvonne who had that almost dull look of erotic 
stupefaction on her face she recognized from past 
sexual encounters like this. Her mouth was open with 
eyes fixed in place, almost willing Barbara to come. 
And come she did, with a huge shudder and a moaning of 
pure sexual pleasure and release. Yvonne continued 
staring as Barbara slowly came back to earth, spent and 
happy looking.

"That was so cool, Barbara!" Yvonne cried and ran over 
to embrace her as the steaming hot water washed over 
their tired bodies, leaving them both almost limp with 
satisfaction.

"I do that, masturbate I mean," Yvonne said quietly. 
"But I never knew it was so okay. I was always ashamed 
when I uh, played with myself. I thought it was 
supposed to be dirty but watching you do it was 
beautiful and such a turn on! Can I do it for you 
sometime?" she asked eagerly.

"I can't wait, honey bunch. I'd adore watching you. And 
thank you for saying it was beautiful. I wasn't sure if 
you were going to like it or not. I'm glad you did and 
I really liked doing it for you. But for now let's get 
dried off and into our robes and just hang out for 
awhile, what do you say?"

"Cool, babe!" said Yvonne with a laugh as they got out 
of the shower. Toweling each other off they each put on 
their silky kimonos and went to sit down on Barbara's 
big white couch.

Seated close together Barbara asked her. "So how's your 
birthday so far, little one?"

"Awesome! I can't believe how good it is. It's my best 
birthday ever! I don't think anything will ever be this 
good. Thank you Barbara, you are just so kind to me and 
I love you to bits," Yvonne exclaimed. 

"And just for saying those nice things I'm going to do 
something special for you. You're still all turned on 
aren't you?" Yvonne quickly nodded yes. "Okay then, sit 
back and open your robe. Barbara's gonna give you a 
great big kiss," Yvonne complied and, being extremely 
curious about what was to happen next, she bared her 
naked young body to Barbara's heated gaze. Barbara 
knelt down in front of her and proceeded to kiss her 
stomach and then her belly button, which sent tingles 
right into Yvonne's clitoris. Moving lower she at last 
seized her main prize and glued her eager mouth over 
Yvonne's hairless young pussy.

Yvonne was at first shocked, never actually having 
heard about oral sex between women before, but was soon 
caught up in the shear pleasure of it as she felt 
Barbara's lips and tongue hard at work on her clit and 
cunt. "Yes!" she cried "Lick my pussy, lick it!" She 
reveled in each new sensation as Barbara's tongue first 
attacked her hardened nub of a clit then moved down to 
penetrate her hole. "Oh God, fuck me Barbara, fuck me 
with your mouth. Oh, oh, I can't stand it!" she wailed 
wrapping her legs tightly around Barbara's head then 
relaxing to allow her to breathe. 

Both of Yvonne's hands entwined themselves in Barbara's 
damp hair as she felt the beginnings of another 
magnificent climax approaching. "Don't stop, Barbara, 
please don't stop!" she urged. "Lick my cunt, fuck me 
with your tongue! Oooo I'm almost there!" She 
discovered she loved using the 'C' and 'F' words, but 
hoped Barbara wasn't offended.

Barbara was not in the least offended and was in fact 
hugely turned on by these dirty little words, coming 
especially as they did from such a beautiful young 
angel's lips. As her fingers tweaked and pulled at 
Yvonne's small nipples she continued to bathe her pussy 
with her tongue, loving her fresh smell and the taste 
of her musk. As she sucked hard on her small clit and 
worked a finger into her tight hole she could feel the 
beginnings of Yvonne's orgasm through subtle changes in 
the tensions throughout her body. When it finally hit 
she hung on tightly to her creamy ass cheeks and buried 
her face in her sopping tender pussy as Yvonne bucked 
and heaved her way through her electrifying come.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." was all Yvonne 
could repeat in the aftermath of her spectacular 
climax.

Barbara looked up at her from between her legs and 
smiled. "So you liked that, did you?" she asked coyly.

"Like I guess so!" Yvonne laughed as Barbara sat down 
beside her and held her tightly, laughing gently along 
with her. Then Yvonne froze. "Uh, those words..."

"You mean like fuck and cunt? Those words? Hey, I love 
how you talked dirty to me, sweetheart" Barbara 
giggled. "It's a big turn on for me so please don't 
worry. It's something I really enjoy when making love, 
especially with you."

"You are just so cool Barbara. Everything sexy we do 
seems to be okay with you"

"Just to let you know, here's the rule I play by 
sweetie: You can request anything and you can refuse 
anything without judgment or shame, and with no 
questions asked either way. As long as that applies sex 
can be a great adventure for both of us, don't you 
think?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah, it's just that I don't know a lot about it yet. 
I'm afraid I might bore you or something."

"Honey, you will never bore me in bed or out, believe 
me. I just hope I can keep up to you. You're in the 
prime of your life and puberty's just hit so you're 
going to be horny all the time and I'm going to be too 
pooped to play. That's what you have to worry about!" 
Barbara laughed.

"Well, let's just hope not too much. But you will tell 
me, won't you, if I'm boring or anything?"

"Okay, I promise but I just don't see that happening, 
sweetheart so please relax," Barbara pleaded.

"Alright," Yvonne agreed then quickly changed the 
subject. "I love how you kissed me, you know, on my 
pussy like that. I mean, did you like it?"

"I've wanted to do that to you for three days now, 
sweetie," If she only knew! "Yes I liked it."

"So I can try that on you, too? I mean I'd like to. I 
love giving you pleasure so much. It's like a major 
turn on for me to make you come," Yvonne smiled up at 
Barbara.

"Oh boy, I'll look forward to that! And it works both 
ways," Barbara said. "I love making you all excited and 
getting you off too. That's what sex is supposed to be 
about, giving pleasure to each other out of pure love. 
Anything else is just mutual masturbation. Two bodies 
rubbing against each other to get themselves off," 
laughed Barbara.

"Hey, I like masturbating now," complained Yvonne.

"And so do I. For me it's making love to myself because 
now I love myself. I'm not using anybody else for my 
own pleasure."

"And it really got me hot watching you masturbate. I 
wanted to play with myself too, almost, except I 
couldn't stop watching. That was just so horny," Yvonne 
said with an edge of excitement in her voice.

"Oh, baby, there is so much we can do together," 
Barbara said in a deep sultry voice that immediately 
started Yvonne's juices flowing in anticipation. "So 
very much."


Chapter 4


That night, the night of Yvonne's 're-birthday' as they 
ended up calling it, was filled with as much passion as 
Barbara and she could put into it. Sometimes Barbara 
thought she might be going too far but young Yvonne 
kept up with every motion, notion and sensuous massage 
lotion Barbara had. They had not exhausted the 
possibilities by any means, however. But Yvonne did 
discover how much she liked eating Barbara's pussy. She 
loved everything about it, her smell, her taste and the 
different textures against her tongue as she explored 
every nook and cranny of Barbara's cunt.

Finally spent and exhausted they both dozed off into a 
deep, dreamless sleep on that special night happily 
cuddled in each other's arms. Neither of them moved 
very much during the night and they lay in almost the 
same position they had started with, face to face with 
their arms draped casually over each other as the 
morning sun broke through the drapery.

Barbara awoke instantly at the same time she always did 
and couldn't take her eyes off of twelve year old 
Yvonne cuddled so sweetly next to her. She eased 
herself away from her ever so slowly so as not to waken 
her and headed for the shower. She was surprised she 
could still walk after the tumultuous sex they had had 
together last night. I have never been so thoroughly 
laid in my whole life, she decided gleefully.

Standing under the steaming shower Barbara couldn't 
believe how happy she was. As the hot water streamed 
down her body, washing away all the traces of their 
recent love making, she almost had to pinch herself to 
believe this was all real. I am so in love with this 
girl, please God don't let me mess it up she begged 
shamelessly. Just as she finished her quietly desperate 
prayer Yvonne wandered naked into the shower and 
without a word simply walked over with eyes closed and 
half asleep, wrapped her arms around Barbara and lay 
her head on her chest, seemingly oblivious to the hot 
spray falling on her.

"Good morning sweetheart. Is this your way of telling 
me you're not exactly a morning person?" 

Yvonne mumbled an inaudible reply into Barbara's chest 
before raising her head and smiling up at her all slick 
and wet from the shower. "Any morning that has you in 
it is a good enough morning for me. I need to get 
myself back on human time, not street time is all. I 
love mornings, but not as much as I love you right now. 
Nobody loves anybody like I love you right now," Yvonne 
mumbled quietly and snuggled closer.

"That is so precious sweetheart, and I love you just as 
much and maybe more," Barbara said earnestly. After 
this exchange they leisurely finished their wash and 
shampooing, then explored each other's bodies some more 
while drying off. Donning their silken robes they 
padded out to the kitchen and began their now daily 
ritual of drying each other's hair, Yvonne's first then 
Barbara's. 

After a breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages and toast 
they both as if on cue began to load the dishwasher and 
clean up the kitchen. Having cleaned up after her 
mother for so many years Yvonne was surprised at how 
much she enjoyed doing it with Barbara. Love seems to 
transform everything, even chores she thought giddily. 

"Okay honey, there are a couple of things we need to 
talk about," Barbara said as they both settled in to 
the living room couch. "First is about school. You say 
you like school, that you're a good student?" she 
asked. "Would any of your teachers be able to give you 
a good recommendation?"

"Yeah, I think all of them," Yvonne gathered her 
thoughts. "I really liked most of my teachers and my 
marks were always good, well almost always. Sometimes 
when we were moving I'd miss assignments and homework 
but I always tried to catch up. Why are you asking?" 
Yvonne was curious.

"Because I'm going to try to get you in to St. 
Margaret's Academy," Barbara told her. "They have a 
tradition of sponsoring girls from poorer backgrounds 
and they're maybe the top school in the city besides."

"St. Margaret's? Really? I'd love to go there! Do you 
think they'd take me?" Yvonne asked excitedly.

"We're going to find out, sweetheart. I have a friend 
on their board, a judge I've known for years. I'm going 
to call her up and see what she says," Barbara replied. 
"Let's start by making me a list of your schools and 
some of the teachers there the Academy can contact. You 
won't need the scholarship because I'm willing to pay 
your tuition but we'll see what happens. Hey, it might 
be public school for a year before you get in," she 
cautioned. "But the middle school for this neighborhood 
is pretty good I'm told."

"Either way I'm happy!" Yvonne declared.

"The next thing is I'm going to need to adopt you 
legally, honey, if I'm to have any say to the outside 
world on your behalf. You can even take my name if you 
like but you certainly don't have to. That might mean 
you'll have to tell a few people, and maybe in court, 
some of the things you told me the other night, like 
the rape. Do you think you could handle that, darling?"

"Gosh, your name? Are you kidding? What an honor that 
would be. It would be almost like being married," 
Yvonne giggled. She paused and thought for a moment 
then a look of resolution came over her face. "Yes and 
I can tell what happened to me too, but will I have to, 
do you think?"

"I'm going to retain a colleague who specializes in 
adoption and family law. He's a very dedicated person 
and when he hears your story I don't think your mother 
will stand a chance if she tries to oppose anything. 
He'll probably get her to give you to me voluntarily 
without a hearing, so my guess is no, you won't have to 
give evidence baby," Barbara attempted to assure her. 
"And I can probably get temporary guardianship in time 
to enroll you in St. Margaret's this year if you can 
get in. Bill my lawyer friend is a whiz at these 
things, the best there is and for you darling it's 
always going to be the best," she promised.

"That's good because I couldn't bear even seeing my 
mother again after that night, let alone having to live 
with her again. I'd rather die," Yvonne said with quiet 
sincerity. "But aren't you a lawyer?"

"I haven't done family law in decades hon, and no good 
lawyer ever tries to represent herself, especially in a 
case as important as this is to us. Bill is the best. I 
told you honey, nobody's ever going to hurt you like 
that ever again, I promised. And nothing will stop me 
from fulfilling that promise, and I mean nothing," 

Yvonne could feel Barbara's intensity and sincerity as 
she spoke the words, felt them so deeply she believed 
them, so deeply she finally gave in and trusted in 
someone else completely and without reservation. She 
had never felt so safe in her whole young life, or so 
relieved. "I believe you," Yvonne said with quiet 
conviction. "I really believe you." 

After the serious part of the discussion ended and 
Yvonne had managed to get her schools and teachers 
straight in her mind and on paper both went off to 
dress for the day, something Yvonne was eager to do. 
Barbara noticed, in looking at Yvonne's list, that she 
had very graceful handwriting, which somehow seemed 
appropriate to her obvious femininity. How she'd ever 
ended up being the child she was, coming as she did 
from a cracked out heroin addict and the whole life 
style that involved, seemed like a miracle to Barbara. 
It must come from her father's genes she concluded, a 
lucky trick her mother must have scored one night, or 
she was just blessed, very special, or all three.

Opting for a pair of light grey form hugging wool 
slacks and a snow white short sleeved cotton blouse, 
Yvonne added a pair of white socks and a pair of black 
leather low heeled shoes to her ensemble and sat 
patiently as Barbara applied some light make-up, 
finishing with some pale pink lipstick that made her 
young face glow. The new clothes seemed to fit like 
gloves and felt so comfortable on her, something she 
realized that came with hefty price tags, the 
intangible smooth feeling of quality. A gray and black 
belt, a silver necklace, silver bracelet, her new 
expensive gold and platinum watch, and a small black 
leather purse were the gilding accoutrements to her 
attire.

"My God," said Barbara when they both met up again in 
the living room. "Every time you put on something new 
it's like discovering your beauty all over again."

"Hey, and you're not too shabby yourself, lady," Yvonne 
giggled taking in Barbara's more autumn look, a gold 
patterned silk blouse, dark brown tailored slacks, a 
delicate solid gold necklace and expensive looking dark 
brown leather loafers with a purse to match. "In fact 
you always look scrumptious. I want to learn how to 
dress just like you," Yvonne asserted.

"Now there's a compliment if ever I heard one, thank 
you sweetheart."

Going outside for a walk in the late August sunshine 
Barbara began sharing some of her own story with 
Yvonne, about her mother's alcoholism, her absent 
father and her struggle to make it through school and 
in the legal field. She pulled no punches in describing 
how selfish she'd often been, even ruthless in her 
drive for success and how empty and lonely that had 
left her. 

"If you hadn't come along baby, I'm not sure what I 
would have done. So if you think this is all about me 
rescuing you it isn't at all. You've saved my life 
every bit as much as I may have saved yours. In fact I 
think of you as my little angel. I love you honey, your 
strength, your intelligence, your honesty, your bravery 
and your caring tenderness. Not to mention how gorgeous 
you are of course," Barbara laughed. "Or how good in 
bed," she grinned wickedly.

"Good in bed? Wow. I didn't think I'd got that far 
yet," giggled Yvonne.

"Honey, nobody, but nobody has ever made me come like 
you do."

"For real?"

"For real. Scout's honor."

"So I'm good in bed. Who knew?" Yvonne stared off in 
wonderment as Barbara burst out laughing, sending a 
flock of pigeons skyward in angry haste.

They continued hand in hand along the seawall for at 
least an hour before turning round and heading back, 
often content to walk in silence simply enjoying one 
another's company. When they got to Barbara's penthouse 
Yvonne went to play on the computer while Barbara made 
some phone calls.

Her first call was to her old friend and St. Margaret's 
board member Judge Ellen. She gave her all of Yvonne's 
particulars, names of schools she'd attended and names 
of teachers from the list she'd written, a bit of her 
background and explained along the way some of how 
they'd connected with each other. Ellen couldn't 
promise anything of course but she'd see what she could 
do. Next she called family lawyer Bill Lewis and set up 
an appointment for the next day. Bill was eager to help 
after hearing the story. 

"This shouldn't be any problem Barbara" Bill said. "I 
can track down her mother fairly fast and have the 
matter settled quickly I'm sure," he said confidently. 
"You're really going to do this, eh? Take on a young 
teenage girl and parent her through to adulthood? 
Somehow this doesn't sound like the old Barbara I 
knew," Bill quipped.

Barbara laughed. "Well it isn't the old Barbara you 
knew. I've turned over a new leaf if you'd like to 
know. There is something about this girl that's 
transforming my whole life, Bill, and this decision to 
adopt her feels just absolutely right," she explained. 
"And thank you for your help. You're the best."

"No worries, Barb. Just wait till you get my bill," he 
laughed before hanging up.

Walking in to the den where Yvonne was working away at 
the computer she told her about the phone calls she'd 
made and the appointment with Bill Lewis the next day. 
Yvonne looked up at her from the computer station with 
a look of gratitude on her face. "It's really gonna 
happen, isn't it?" she asked. "You and I are going to 
be together always, almost like being married. And my 
old life is only just a bad, bad dream now, huh?"

"That's right sweetheart. No more nightmares. It's me 
and you all the way kid. Think you can handle that?"

"I think I'll manage somehow."

"Good girl. Now let's go get lunch. You want more fish, 
hamburgers, or pizza?"

Together they drove into town, ate at the one remaining 
and original drive-in 
left in the city then headed over to the planetarium 
for the afternoon show and took a guided tour through 
the Maritime Museum. Just for fun Barbara stopped along 
the way and bought Yvonne her own telephone for her 
room, telling her she was having an extra line 
installed so either could use the phone whenever they 
liked. 

Next, they hit the computer store and Yvonne gasped at 
the brilliantly colored LCD screen Barbara bought her, 
along with a fully loaded Pentium IV, a game 
controller, top quality Altec speakers, a scanner, and 
a color laser copier for her homework assignments. 
Added on were a few games Yvonne selected, and a 'learn 
to type' program she wanted, which impressed Barbara.

Leaving the computer to be set up and delivered the 
next day they headed home for supper and, Yvonne avidly 
hoped, some more turgid romance. She wasn't to be 
disappointed. After cooking and eating a light dinner, 
Barbara suggested they slip into just their robes and 
sit together watching the incredible sunset the sky was 
producing for them that particular night.

Snuggling close, they could each feel the heat begin to 
rise inside themselves as the late summer night sky 
eventually did its final curtain call and the penthouse 
became awash in inky dark shadows. Reaching behind her 
Barbara turned on a small end lamp which bathed them 
both in a warm yellow glow and, with the huge picture 
window before them, made them feel as if they were 
floating in space above the world in their own 
protective little bubble of light.

Barbara leaned in and kissed Yvonne passionately then 
pulled back. "This is what I want us to do," she 
instructed. "Take off your robe and lay back against it 
so I can see you, all of you, and I'll do the same at 
this end," They were both now naked and facing each 
other on the sofa, Yvonne's eyes wide in anticipation 
as she gazed at Barbara's luscious form. "Now the rule 
is this. We can't touch each other, only ourselves. So 
I'm going to get you off by talking to you baby, and 
your going to masturbate for me," Barbara smiled. "And 
I might just play with myself a little too, what do you 
think?" Barbara grinned wickedly.

"Oooo I wondered when I'd get to do that,"

"Okay, baby here's some massage oil we can both use 
here on the coffee table. I'm going to take some now 
and rub it all over me, down my arms," she 
demonstrated. "On my tummy and up over my big tits, 
baby," she cooed seductively. "Watch me rub that oil 
into my hard nipples for you and all over my big tits," 
she hissed as her caresses started her own juices 
flowing. "See baby, my tits are so big I can suck my 
own nipples," she said licking and sucking on each in 
turn.

Yvonne's mouth was agape at the show Barbara was 
putting on for her. Her own pussy was wet with desire 
as she reached out and spread some of the oil over her 
own small titties, paying extra attention to her fast 
swelling little nipples. Then she went down between her 
legs and gently touched her tight slit, almost lazily 
drawing her finger up and down her tight pussy lips and 
feeling her own sweet moisture slick against her skin.

"I love watching you rub yourself, sweetheart," Barbara 
told her. "It gets me so hot. I'm going to play with my 
clit for you now baby, going to rub my hard clit and 
play with myself for you. Do you know how much I like 
eating your hot cunt, honey? Feeling my tongue inside 
your hole fucking you with it, feel you squirm as I 
suck on your little clit and finger fuck you? Yessss 
baby!" 

Barbara moaned as she watched Yvonne insert a finger 
into her own cunt and begin to fuck herself slowly, 
then she looked up at her eyes, glued raptly to 
Barbara's own hand hard at work between her own legs. 
Barbara rapidly stroked herself and felt an orgasm 
building but backed off, making it last.

"Yes, Barb, I love you watching me, watching me play 
with my cunt, fingering it for you, rubbing my nipples 
and fucking myself," Yvonne gasped in a small but 
passionate voice. The words burned in Barbara's heated 
mind like hot coals. "And I love how your pussy tastes 
and how my tongue feels when it fucks your cunt hole. 
Ooooh God, I'm close to coming for you Barb, so close," 
she wailed.

To Barbara these nasty words out of such a delicate 
young mouth were like magical sexual incantations, 
pumping up her ecstasy to near earthquake proportions. 
Still she prolonged the blissful agony. "Okay baby, I 
want to watch you make yourself come for me now. Fuck 
your tight little cunt real hard and rub your clitty 
too, baby doll. I need to see you come so bad honey!"

Yvonne was quick to oblige. Her fingers were a blur 
over her small clit while another pair poked rapidly in 
and out of her small tight cunt. Soon wave after wave 
of hot electric pleasure began washing through her slim 
young body as her fingers continued to work away at 
herself furiously and her orgasm peaked. Yvonne 
trembled with its power and shook strongly as her 
rhythmic erotic contractions eased and died slowly 
away. 

Her eyes remained closed and a look of pure bliss fell 
over her features as her hands remained still between 
her legs and her head came to rest on the plush wide 
arm of the sofa. Barbara was astonished by the power of 
this orgasm and felt privileged to have helped give it 
to her, as if Yvonne were a young goddess and she the 
supplicant.

As Yvonne lay back spent, her shimmering blue robe 
spread out around her, Barbara swears she saw her 
actually glowing, as if all her pure angelic virtues 
and qualities were somehow made manifest in these last 
few climactic moments. A shiver went threw her like ice 
water as she watched this manifestation then she felt 
tears boiling up at the awesome joy of this moment. 

Slowly Yvonne opened her eyes to the sight of Barbara, 
open mouthed with streams of hot tears running down her 
face, looking for all the world like the Madonna in the 
Pieta.
"What's wrong, Barbara?" Yvonne asked urgently, coming 
over to embrace her.

"Nothing baby, nothing at all," Barbara sobbed. "You 
looked so - so beautiful, I guess," she said, unable to 
come up with a word that wouldn't sound too corny or 
stupid. "I couldn't stop myself from crying. I'm so 
sorry if I've upset you honey," she apologized through 
her tears and sniffles.

"Oh dear," said Yvonne pragmatically, wrapping her arms 
around Barbara. "I guess I'll just have to get used to 
all this praise and adoration," she smiled sweetly at 
Barbara and kissed her gently on the lips. Barbara 
laughed and pushed her over falling down gently on top 
of her.

"I guess you just will, little lady," she said into her 
face. "Because sometimes I'm going to act like an old 
fool around you and maybe lose it from time to time. 
That happens when you're old, brain addled, and in 
love, just so you know," Barbara said with a small 
sniffle and a grin.

"You're not old and brain addled at all. You're just in 
the presence of such overwhelming beauty and grace you 
can't control yourself. I understand. Happens to people 
around me all the time," Yvonne said lightly, then 
giggled fiercely.

"You little smart ass!" Barbara growled and began to 
tickle her.

"Stop! Stop!" Yvonne screamed as Barbara bore down to 
the attack. Eventually they ended up in a big embrace, 
kissing their faces off and feeling the heat rise 
between them yet again.

"What you did was so hot Barbara," Yvonne finally 
gasped out. "I mean making me come like that. Hearing 
you and watching you was the sexiest thing I ever 
seen," she said sincerely if ungrammatically. "And I so 
loved masturbating for you, knowing it was getting you 
off. And talking dirty and watching you play with your 
tits and your pussy, and hearing all those things you 
like doing to me, like eating me out," she purred. "And 
how my cunt tastes and how you like to suck my tits," 
she murmured running her hands up and down her small 
chest. "I'd like to see you come for me right now big 
girl. Play with your juicy cunt for me, right now," 
Yvonne cooed, feeling a warm surge of sexual power run 
through her she'd never experienced before.

Barbara's steam was rising as Yvonne talked to her. 
"Okay babe, I want you to help me come then. I love how 
you talk to me. Please don't stop. I'm going to 
masturbate for you sweetheart and give you a great big 
come all your own."

Yvonne sat up and straddled Barbara's knees watching 
her fingers get busy on her soaking wet pussy. "Okay 
girlfriend, my hot lover, play with your tits for me 
first," Yvonne directed, removing Barbara's hand from 
her pussy. "Suck your nipples. That's it, now little 
bites. There you go girlfriend, lick and suck your big 
tits for me," Yvonne ordered, deeply aroused by the 
sense of power she felt at the moment and the sight of 
Barbara obediently bathing her own tits with hot wet 
kisses and licks.

Barbara was amazed at how turned on she was as Yvonne 
took charge. She'd never been the submissive one 
before, ever. Where on Earth did the little minx learn 
this? Wherever, it felt exquisitely good and she let 
the young girl proudly direct the action, looking so 
sexy astride her knees naked, her long blonde hair 
being tossed carelessly off her face every few moments, 
her bright pink nipples erect on her chest and her 
labial lips spread open slightly. 

"Okay, now play with yourself. Rub your hard little 
clitty while I watch you. Stick some fingers in your 
tight cunt too," she ordered. "That's it, I want to 
watch you finger fucking your hot hole big girl, 
fingering yourself for me, getting yourself off. Oh, do 
it baby, do it hard and fast. I like to watch that so 
much!" Yvonne cried.

Barbara was in a frenzy of lust and worked away at 
herself furiously as Yvonne had directed. Then she saw 
Yvonne move off her body and come around behind her. 
The next thing she knew Yvonne was down on all fours 
with her pussy inches from Barbara's face, her own face 
perched over Barbara's steaming wet cunt.

"I'm going to sit on your face while I watch you 
fucking yourself so lick me good. Lick my hot pussy for 
me," Yvonne directed and Barbara complied as she 
descended over her waiting, eager mouth, delighting in 
the taste of Yvonne's young cunt as she continued to 
masturbate rapidly for her young mistress's viewing 
pleasure.

All good things must come to an end and the end for 
these two insatiable lovers was a body wracking, mind 
curdling mutual orgasm that had both of them shaking in 
palsied satisfaction, lying clutched in each other's 
sweaty embrace heaving for breath.

"Oh Barbara, Barbara I love you so much!" Yvonne kept 
muttering. "Please, was that okay, what we did? What I 
did?" she asked distraught, afraid she'd crossed over 
some line she shouldn't have.

"God yes, baby! I've never had an experience like that 
in my life! It was incredible, honey. You are 
incredible," Barbara reassured her. "Making love with 
you is the most sexually exciting and satisfying thing 
I've ever done, sweetheart. Remember, anything goes as 
long as we both agree and you didn't see me wanting to 
stop did you?" Barbara laughed. "I think I'll let you 
take charge more often. Just don't let it go to your 
head," she chuckled.

"I sure had fun," Yvonne acknowledged with a big laugh. 
"But don't worry. Outside the bedroom you're still the 
alpha mommy," she giggled.

"And don't you forget it, little girl," Barbara smiled 
back.

After a light snack both were exhausted and fell into 
Barbara's heavenly soft bed together and drifted off to 
deep but gentle slumbers filled with warm pleasant 
dreams. In the morning it was Yvonne waking Barbara 
this time and guiding her into a wonderful sixty-nine, 
something she'd been dying to try. As Yvonne began 
licking Barbara's pussy, feeling how squishy it got she 
smeared around her own quim on Barbara's hard working 
tongue and mouth. After a gentle orgasm each cuddled up 
with the other then shortly headed for the shower. 
Being good, they finished quickly and went through 
their hair drying ritual.

Later that day they went into Bill Lewis's high rise 
office which impressed Yvonne only slightly less than 
Bill Lewis himself. An old hand at speaking with 
children in difficult custody and adoption cases she 
was charmed by him and gave all the details of her life 
and what had eventually happened to her far more easily 
than she'd ever imagined she could. Lewis was deeply 
moved. After asking Barbara a few questions and getting 
some information about her mother and her boyfriend 
from Yvonne, he accepted Barbara's retainer and shook 
hands with them both, again impressing the socks off 
young Yvonne, and then they left.

"Wow, so he's like my lawyer too, kind of?" Yvonne 
asked as they got into the car.

"Yes, sort of. Why honey?"

"Because I think he's just so cool, the way he talked 
to me and all. I'm sure glad he's on our side," Yvonne 
chirped. 

"I'll make sure I tell Bill what you said," Barbara 
laughed as they drove off.

Barbara and Yvonne's time together was always exciting 
but they planned the next few days for maximum fun 
before school started and a more structured routine 
began dictating events for them. A day at the big 
Exhibition with rides and cotton candy, movies, 
museums, a trip into the nearby mountains and of course 
sex. And wickedly, in the mountains too but both were a 
little shy to try it in the movie theatre and settled 
for Yvonne stealing a few kisses and feeling up 
Barbara's big tits. They drove home fast that night.

The days sped by until, almost at the last minute, 
Judge Ellen phoned to say that a place had opened up 
and that Yvonne had been admitted to St. Margaret's 
Academy pending conformation of Barbara's legal 
guardianship, which came the following day in a call 
from Bill Lewis. 

"Her mother signed the papers willingly, especially 
after my private investigator told her that the rape 
and her part in it would certainly, without fail, come 
out in any hearing she attended and what charges might 
follow." 

Lewis also explained that his detective had enlisted 
the help of two former colleagues in the police 
department, who liked child rapists about as much as 
bubonic plague. They'd found the mother within hours. 
Then the boyfriend had a visit from the two big mean 
looking cops who told him the city was in no way big 
enough for all three of them. Boyfriend promptly agreed 
and he and Yvonne's mother fled town, going as far east 
by Greyhound as their money would take them.

Barbara was ecstatic. "I knew I could count on you 
Bill. And Yvonne thinks you're marvelous too, by the 
way."

"Well, she's pretty special too. I can see why you've 
taken her in. Give her my love. And
like I said, wait'll you see my bill," he laughed. "I'm 
taking off all but my expenses. My investigator is even 
halving his bill by way of a contribution. We enjoyed 
this case too much," he laughed again. "Second thing is 
the formal adoption, which will take place in a couple 
of months. You'll get the papers, but as you know it 
will just be a formality and all Yvonne will have to do 
is acknowledge her agreement in court." He paused. 

"What a life that kid had! The city cops told me some 
of the mother's and boyfriend's backgrounds. She hadn't 
even bothered to file a missing person's report, which 
is not surprising actually, given the rape. They were 
happy to apply a little muscle to that scumbag and 
really pleased to see you take over."

Well, I can't thank you enough Bill, and St. Margaret's 
is taking her on full scholarship next week. Can you 
believe that? Somebody upstairs must be looking out for 
her, I swear. Guess I'll be making a big donation 
instead of tuition," she laughed excitedly.

After she hung up the phone she called Yvonne from the 
den who was instantly overcome with joy at the good 
news. She had trusted another important adult in her 
life and he had come shining through. They promptly 
went out to celebrate that night with dinner, candles, 
and a romantic necking session back by their old bench.

Seated in the car together Yvonne exclaimed excitedly 
"I can't believe this has all happened to me, and so 
fast. I live in a big penthouse, go to St. Margaret's 
Academy, and get to neck with my girlfriend in the park 
in the front seat of a big Lexus! Then I go home and 
get to sleep with her, have great sex, get my own room, 
and a new name that's the same as hers. It's just too 
bodacious dudette!"

"And I get all the same stuff but I don't have to go to 
school any more, so who's the luckier one?" Barbara 
laughed.

"But I like school so I guess we both got it pretty 
good." Yvonne decided. It was then that she explained 
the concept of street angels to Barbara. "So you see, 
you're my angel too. Isn't that neat? And I love this 
angel just so, so much," she said embracing and kissing 
Barbara.

"Oh my darling that is so sweet. I love you so much it 
hurts, baby. I'll always be your street angel darling, 
and your penthouse angel too, you know that," Barbara 
said, kissing her back then she stopped and thought. 
"And you've taught me a great lesson through all this." 

"I have, what's that?" Yvonne asked puzzled.

"That all this 'stuff' I have, like the money, the car, 
and the penthouse..." Barbara paused. "I can't hold on 
to any of it until I'm willing to let it all go and 
share it with the people I love, and that means 
especially you Yvonne. I'll always be your angel honey 
and I'll always love you." Hey, that's what that 
Scrooge guy did too, she thought with a laugh.

"And all you've ever told me is the truth so I know you 
will, and you don't know how much that's meant to me, 
so me too," Yvonne murmured with quiet intensity and 
hugged her close. "Me too, I promise."


THE END

If you liked my story please write. I'd love to hear 
from you. starsapphire_34@hotmail.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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