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Her actions had been, in a word, cruel and she knew it. Why had she done it? She hadn't planned it, any more than she had planned to expose herself the week before. It just happened. Vicki thought back to her first experience with a woman as she made her way up to her room. Two summers ago her mother had to go to Europe on business. It had been arranged for her to stay with a friend of Mom's. 'Aunt' Helen wasn't really an 'aunt', that's just what it was decided Vicki would call her, when Vicki was little. She never saw much of her mother's friend over the years. When ever Helen visited, she and her mom would usually go out leaving little Vicki with a sitter. More often Mom went to Helen's place; of course all those times she never saw Helen at all. The summer she turned fifteen she would really get to know the tall leggy blonde. It had started innocently enough. Right from the moment Helen picked her up she started complimenting Vicki on what a beautiful young woman she had become. Helen hugged her tightly that first afternoon. Vicki remembered thinking how big and squishy her 'aunt's' breasts were; much bigger than her mother's. Helen started 'grooming' her young house guest expertly. Of course Victoria didn't know it. Helen had nearly cum in her panties when her good friend Jeannie Simms had asked if her daughter Vicki could stay with her for a month. What Vicki knew was that 'aunt' Helen was so nice to her. She was constantly complimenting, and often helping her friend's daughter choose what she would wear; helping her dress and undress even bathing her. Within a week Vicki positively adored the older woman. At the time Vicki had wondered why she got such funny feelings in her tummy when Helen [the aunt had been dropped at Helen's suggestion] dressed or undressed her. The older woman's soft hands never failed to stroke gently different parts of her body. Helen was particularly taken with Vicki's rapidly developing bossom. The girl always wore a quite nondescript 'B' cup bra, her mother insistent that a proper young woman did not parade around braless. Helen, on the other hand encouraged her to leave the undergarment off. Most evenings that first week, as they got ready for bed, Helen would pull Victoria's shirt over her head and inspect the girl's plump mounds. She would cup and squeeze them playfully, saying; "I wonder how much they've grown today!" The compliments the older woman showered on her about the fairly new features on her chest made Vicki very proud. She wished that her boobs would grow faster [absurdly fast] to please her mother's friend. During the bust development assessments, Helen would always pay particular attention to the changes in the little buttons at the center of each of Vicki's breasts. Whenever she did this, that funny feeling Vicki felt in her tummy got a lot stronger. 'It wasn't really her tummy' Vicki realized; it was sort of lower than that. Victoria had stripped out of her grass cutting clothes and left them in a heap on her bedroom floor as she reminisced about the summer of her 'awakening'. She now realized how carefully 'aunt' Helen had orchestrated all the little things she had done. The girl didn't know the meaning of the term 'sexual arousal' that summer two years ago; but she now realized that Helen had slowly and expertly brought her into a nearly constant state of arousal by the middle of that second week. Vicki longed for their end of day sessions. She loved how it made her feel but sensed that it was incomplete; she wanted something more, but she had no idea what that something was. She stepped into the steaming shower spray and had an epiphany. 'That's why she had run out on Dianne'. Since that month of torment and ecstasy with Helen she came to realize that the most awesome part had been the lead up; the not knowing what was happening to her or why. In the end the actual sex had been fulfilling but the excitement she had felt in the two weeks before she and Helen had actually made love was mind boggling. The shower spray quickly rinsed the grime and sweat from her magnificent body and she enjoyed its soothing warmth. Turning under the cascading water, she thought about how she had seduced her friend, Tiffany. Tiffany was a kind of 'plain Jane'. She didn't have very many friends. When Victoria had taken the dowdy girl under her wing, so to speak, Tiffany had been thrilled. It had taken next to no effort or time for Victoria to get Ms. Plain Jane munching pussy like a pro; but it wasn't satisfying! There was no build up; no anticipation. Where were those hours and days of sexual tension that she longed to relive? Vicki quickly decided that the problem was the girl was too young. She set her sights on a more mature partner. It wasn't long before she found Rebecca. Vicki started bussing tables at the restaurant just before Christmas where she met the waitress and single mother. Becky was a little on the plump side but she had 'killer' legs! Being a ten year veteran of the restaurant food service business, Rebecca showed young Victoria the ropes. It wasn't long until the women were fast friends. Vicki would go over to Rebecca's moms with her after their shift to pick up the Becky's infant daughter. Back at Becky's apartment Vicki would watch as the young mother nursed her baby. Vicki sat on the couch squeezing her legs together enjoying the sweet hum between her legs while the tiny girl suckled. At first Rebecca would discreetly open the minimum number of buttons on her blouse, fold down the panel of the nursing bra, and then pull her blouse back partly over her daughter's head. The two young women chatted about all sorts of things. Sometime during the nursing Victoria would feel she was carrying more than her share of the conversation. Rebecca would look kind of flushed, and seemed quite distant. After a while Becky became less and less shy about the process. By the third week the young mother would simply strip to the waist for the nursing session. When the baby finished one breast Becky would put the infant on her shoulder and rub Emily's back to expel the gas. Every time when the nipple popped out of the baby's mouth Vicki nearly came. She had never dreamed a nipple could get that big and long. It wasn't long after that Rebecca confided that nursing got her really turned on. One thing led to another and soon Vicki was relieving Becky's sexual tension after nursing. The young mother gladly reciprocated, licking and sucking the younger woman to some very nice orgasms but Vicki was disappointed again. There simply wasn't the same level of arousal that she had experienced with 'aunt' Helen. That was why she decided to run away from Dianne earlier that day. She craved that long erotic build up, and quite simply things had gone too far too fast. Running and crying was Vicki's method of slamming on the brakes. She had initiated the kiss, sure, but she didn't expect her boss to get right into it like she had. Anyway she now had a rather uncomfortable task ahead of her; go back and see how mad her employer was. She was formulating a sort of plan as she dried herself. When she came to dry her pussy it felt sore. It was then she remembered how the damn shorts had been rubbing on her womanhood. It probably wouldn't have gotten this bad if it weren't for the running. Reaching into the medicine cabinet the naked girl found some moisturizing cream. 'A little bit of this and I'll be good as new' she thought, dispensing a glob of the thick cream on her fingers. When she applied it to her wounded vulva she sucked in her breath. 'Ooo that's cold' she realized, but it soon warmed and felt very soothing. She continued to work the slippery moisturizer all over her lips. Predictably she felt the sensitive tissues swelling. Her own slippery cream started to mingle with the goop from the bottle. Before she knew it she had two fingers pumping in and out of the sloppy mess she had created. The vision of Dianne standing naked in the glass of the patio door suddenly popped into her head and she came with a rush of hot fluid splashing onto her pumping fingers. The girl's knees buckled and she wound up sitting on the tile floor. 'Now I'll have to shower again' Vicki thought as she looked at the mess between her legs. *** Dianne dried her eyes with the napkins she had brought out with the lemonade. 'What the hell had gone wrong? Had she been too aggressive? She started it!' the woman in the sexy dress and provocative underwear almost giggled at the childish phrase. But Victoria had started it! She kissed me first! How could I have been too pushy? Did she not realize I'd kiss her back? It didn't matter she feared she had seen the last of Ms. Simms. Dianne suddenly realized 'I don't even know her phone number, or where exactly she lives.' She knew that the girl's home wasn't far away. 'How many Simms' could there be in this subdivision anyway? Should she try to call her? Apologize maybe?' These thoughts were still tumbling around in her head as she looked at the idle mower standing in the middle of the yard. 'I guess I'll have to finish that later.' She thought. Leaning back in her chair she tried to review and come to grips with her brief relationship, and what had gone wrong. No answers were forth coming. Getting to her feet she collected the lemonade pitcher and glasses on the tray and headed up on to the deck then into the kitchen. Dutifully she began to tidy up her kitchen. She had left it in something of a mess, rushing out to serve her erstwhile grass cutter refreshments. Keeping herself busy and concentrating on the minutia of the tasks at hand kept her from stewing over the morning's disappointment. She obsessively worked her way around the whole kitchen until it was spotless. Wiping her hands on a towel she thought 'Well I'd better get changed and finish the grass cutting. Dianne was just heading for the bedroom when the door bell rang. Surprised by the unusual intrusion she rerouted to the front door. Opening the door she could scarcely believe her eyes, Ms. Victoria Simms if you please. Vicki smiled if a little sheepishly. "May I come in?" Dianne opened the door, mostly out of reflex, and the stunning young woman stepped back into her house and into her life. Dianne stood looking at the gorgeous teenager standing in her entry hall for several uncomfortable seconds. Victoria was smiling and seemed to be almost oblivious to the torment she had caused. Dianne tried to summon up an authoritative tone, but it came out in a sob; "Why did you run?" "I am not ready." It was a statement not an apology. 'I deserve more than that!' Dianne thought. "But you kissed me first!" "I know, and I'm sorry if you misunderstood. You've been so kind to me and I really like you. When we were standing so close, I, uh, well I just wanted to show you that I liked you. I wanted to show that I appreciated you, and what you've done for me." Vicki bit her lip waiting for the explosion of frustration she thought would follow this pitiful and incredible explanation. Dianne thought for a moment; 'that was not an 'I like you kiss!' "How, I mean where did you learn to kiss like that?" "My boy friend taught me. Before I met Steve I didn't know how to kiss at all." "But you don't kiss everybody like that; you wouldn't kiss your mother that way." "I never kiss my mother!" "And she never kisses you?" "Not since I was little." Victoria returned still smiling. 'My God, is it possible that she doesn't know the meaning of a face sucking kiss like the one they shared a couple of hours ago?' Dianne queried in her mind; but there was no reasonable answer. 'I'll have to take her word for it. Unbelievable as it is.' The expression on the girl's face did not betray her. She was still smiling sweetly, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "Well you need to be careful! Kissing like that sends a strong message. Don't do it if you don't mean it." "Mean what?" [Did she just bat her eyes?]. Dianne was too stunned to speak. 'Was it possible for the teenager to be this naive?' "If you really don't understand then I think we'll need to discuss this in detail sometime." Dianne finally said. "OK." Vicki agreed brightly. "I'm gonna go finish my job now." Without waiting for any further comment she scooted toward the back door. "It just doesn't make sense!" Dianne said under her breath, as she watched that deliciously round teenaged rump wiggle out the door. She was shaking her head incredulously as she headed for her patio. 'Might as well enjoy the show' she thought 'I'm paying for it; in more ways than one!' Truth be told it really wasn't much of a show. Vicki was wearing a 'T' shirt that came down to just below her crotch. The baggy cotton showed off nothing. The only point of interest was that as she pushed the mower around the yard the bottom of the shirt would flip slightly exposing a white flash. 'Panties?' Dianne wondered. The less than thrilling show only took fifteen minutes before the girl headed for the garage to stow the mower. Dianne went into the house to get the money, and then entered the garage by the door in her laundry room. Vicki was bent over, feet wide apart ass in the air, apparently using a rag to wipe off the grass cutting machine. Dianne was treated to an exceptional view of the girl's posterior not quite covered by the mystery white garment she was wearing under the 'T' shirt. 'They aren't panties.' The home owner realized, 'it must be a bathing suit bottom'. Never the less the view was spectacular! Because the girl's feet were so wide apart and she was bent from the waist with practically no bend in her knees, the crotch of the mystery underwear molded to her vulva like paint. It went through Dianne's mind and pussy at the same time 'I bet I could count the hairs!' It was a stupid cliché especially since there obviously was no hair on the girl's cookie. Victoria was peeking around her left leg. The girl was well aware of the display she was putting on for her boss. Moving the rag around the deck of the mower she swayed her fanny slightly back and forth. The movement was enough to ratchet the leg elastic of her bathing suit bottoms a little further inward exposing even more of her delectable cheeks. As she watched Dianne's strained expression she knew the game was having its desired effect. Dianne watched the pouting lips of her employee's sex so tightly plastered against the thin covering. A renewed surge of sensation traveled up from her crotch through her belly and lodged in her stiff nipples. Suddenly Vicki stood up and turned displaying those lovely straight white teeth in a mischievous grin. "Thanks!" the girl said as she collected her pay from Dianne's dangling hand. Giving her head a shake in an effort to clear it the older woman said, "Want to try the lemonade again?" "Yeah, great I'm really thirsty!" "But slowly this time." Dianne cautioned her. They were quietly sipping their drinks on the patio. Dianne was noticing the sweat pattern on the girl's shirt, around her neck, under her arms and between those unfortunately well concealed but still prominent mounds on the teenager's chest. "The grass is so dry!" Vicki observed. "Shit!" Dianne exclaimed, "I forgot today's the day I'm allowed to water." Wiggling her way toward the garden hose in the short tight dress, it was Vicki's turn to feel a slight tug at her crotch. "We're only allowed to water every fourth day." Dianne commented over her shoulder. "Water conservation you know." Setting the sprinkler to cover the area directly in front of the paved area, the home owner returned to her seat. Vicki watched the tight dress stretch across the full backside, and ride up delightfully as her boss sat down. Tipping her head to the side she was able to catch a glimpse of the black lace panties and she wondered if the were damp from the lawn mower cleaning show. That thought sent an intriguing twitch through her own damp quim. "It's sooo hot!" Vicki announced rubbing her hand on the back of her neck. "I'm gonna cool off." Impulsively jumping out of her chair she covered the distance to the sprinkler in the blink of an eye. In the fine cold spray the girl gasped, turning in a graceful pirouette, she was totally drenched in seconds. Dianne saw the thin 'T' shirt saturate and begin clinging to the teenager's body like a second skin. Emerging into full view were the prominent hills high on Vicki's chest, their dormant centers, stimulated by the cold water made their presence known a top the large firm mounds. Dianne felt her own semi stiff nips harden a little more. She could not ignore their cries for attention. Her young companion seemed thoroughly involved in her sprinkler dance, so the woman pulled the top of the dress down just slightly, exposing the top of her lacy bra. Slipping her fingers inside the cups she teased her pleasure buds to full erection. Dianne clamped her thighs together as she felt her vaginal walls contract. The combination of these two actions forced a large quantity of milky fluid out into the crotch of her silk lacy panties. Though she didn't know how loud she had moaned the woman with the now saturated panties didn't think her young friend had noticed her indiscretion. Seeing the girl coming out of the mist of water Dianne quickly snatched her hands away from her breasts and put them in her lap. This allowed her to covertly press on her mons. Vicki approached dripping and smiling. Her teenage body perfectly displayed by the saturated 'T' shirt that clung on every inch of delectable flesh. Across the girl's hips it was easy to see the waist band of the bikini bottoms that really represented the only thing between the girl and total nudity. "You should try it, Dianne it feels great!" In spite of the pounding between her legs the older woman almost laughed 'When was the last time she had run through a sprinkler? Probably when she was about twelve.' She thought. "I think I'll pass if you don't mind." Dianne replied smiling. "You sure look like you could use some cooling off." 'Well she's certainly right about that!' Sitting there watching the all but naked teenager and squeezing her thighs together trying to get some relief was becoming torture. Vicki was so close that Dianne could feel the coolness radiating from the wet shirt. "I need to go…" Dianne started to say, Victoria put her hand on the woman's shoulder preventing her from rising out of the chair. "You can touch yourself here, I don't mind" the sopping younger woman said as she looked down directly into Dianne's eyes. Dianne saw something in those intense green eyes; what was it? Satisfaction? Maybe it was dominance. "I want you to touch yourself," Vicki whispered and the seated woman heard it as a command. Dianne's shaking hand rose to the bodice of her dress and began stroking, fingers bumping over her nipples. Her other hand reached under the short skirt and gently her finger tips traced her flooded crease through the silk panties. 'Why won't she touch me?' Dianne's mind pleaded holding the girl's eyes with her own. "That's it stroke yourself, pinch your nipple" Vicki's tone of voice was different than normal, deeper, demanding. Still looking into those beautiful large green eyes the shivering woman in the chair complied, taking the large sensitive tip of her breast between her fingers and thumb she squeezed the aching bud. Her other hand was busy pulling the crotch of her panties aside. Dianne slid her hips forward on the chair causing the short dress to be pulled up exposing the skewed panties and her diddling fingers. The teenager's gaze shifted to take in the erotic sight. Slowly and gently the panting woman slipped a finger between the swollen slippery lips. A second finger joined and together stroked the spongy engorged flesh. Moving up and down the slick slit. Each stroke took them higher and closer to the ultimate pleasure point that bulged from the top of the steaming crack. Vicki had leaned down so that her mouth was an inch from the masturbating woman's ear. "Put your fingers inside" the girl whispered. Although the volume was lower the voice still carried that commanding tone. Dianne felt as if Vicki was in control of her muscles. Whatever the girl said Dianne's body seemed to do without Dianne's mind even participating in the activity. Two fingers were joined by a third as the digits pushed past the slippery entrance into the boiling interior. When the fingers reached their limit they retracted almost out, and then plunged in again, this time more forcefully. The pumping action repeated getting quicker and more forceful with each stroke. The thumb collided with the pulsing clitoris at the bottom of each insertion. "That's it, cum for me darling" the girl whispered. Dianne was amazed that, with all the other stimulation, that she could still feel her tormentor's hot breath on her ear. The surging and tingling sensation started deep in her uterus and spread through her whole body at light speed. Her hips rose off the chair to meet the intruding hand and a deep moan escaped her lips as she climaxed. Dizzy and disoriented Dianne felt the girl's lips lightly touch her forehead. "I gotta go." The dazed woman heard. Now almost fully reclined on the patio chair she managed to open her eyes enough to see the round wet teenage rump disappear around the corner of the house. 'She can't go home dripping wet like that' Dianne thought, but she couldn't get any words out. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 53