| Meredith My name is Irene Stratten and I'm a 35-year old divorcee of Dutch extraction. I've lived here for over 15 years and yet I've been told I retain my accent. I don't mind because I am very proud of my heritage. I have skin the color of cocoa butter, a slender body and firm, high breasts. I take care of myself and am a smart, successful businesswoman who runs a home cleaning service. 30 women work for me and I rely on no one for my money, although my ex-husband does contribute to our daughter's welfare. She lives with him as the schools where he lives are much better. There are times I wonder that if Dana had lived with me if all of this would have happened. I'm not sure, but it probably would have. You see, I'm involved with a young woman who is only 2 years my daughter's senior. Her name is Meredith and she's 17, although she was only a week past her 15th birthday when all of this began. Gather my thoughts, start at the beginning. That's what I will have to do if this story is going to make any sense to you. I'm going to have to make it clear; it was not my intention to become involved with a fifteen year old girl. I have come to accept the philosophy that you cannot help who you fall in love with and as I relate my tale, I hope you will come to see my viewpoint. I loved my husband very much and we're still close friends. To this day, I am not sure what ended our marriage. Was I a lesbian all those years? I don't believe that I was. Our sex life was wild and passionate and I fell for Kenneth Cavanaugh the moment my 9th Grade eyes set sight upon his 11th grade physique. He was then and is now a magnificent specimen, tall, broad-shouldered, intelligent and ambitious. In fact, too ambitious. The first few years of our marriage were strained because he was always at work. I made him cut back. "What do you want more?" I asked him. "A huge paycheck or a wife to keep you warm at night?" He saw my point and things got better for a long while. It didn't last. He wasn't happy because I wasn't happy. I was a sexual freak and wanted a husband that could keep up with me. If Ken was home at 5, I wanted him in bed with me by 5:15. Dinner could wait, my pussy couldn't. He had a tiger by the tail and didn't know how to handle her. A few months after Dana was born, her mother had her old sex drive back. Ken couldn't handle me and started working late again. At first I thought he might be having an affair but he just wanted a place to relax and have a drink before coming home to his nymphomaniac bride. Ken moved out when Dana was ten and we stayed friends. We even fucked once in a while, now that the pressure was off. I know he wasn't having an affair, but he still ended up with his secretary. That's okay because Josie is a great lady and a good stepmother to my daughter. She also doesn't take any of Ken's crap and makes sure the two of us remain civil at all times. With my marriage to Ken ostensibly over, I decided to embrace a new lifestyle. I wanted to enjoy being single again, having been with him since I was 15. I went out and got an entire new wardrobe. My clothes got tighter, low-cut and my skirts got shorter. I have the legs for stockings and heels, so that's what I wore. I can afford Louis Vuttons, Jimmy Choos and Christian Louboutins, so I buy them. I don't ever wear cheap, the best goes on my body and it feels so, so good. I love lingerie, always did and there's always something lacy or silky against my skin. One of the oddities since ending my marriage was the new sensual feelings I had been having. For years, Ken had pestered me about our having a threesome. I had the condescending thought that if he couldn't satisfy his wife, how could he satisfy another woman as well. With him gone, the thought of having a woman in my bed consumed me. I had a solution close at hand. My business put me in touch with many women, both employees and clients. Like the Hooters chain, I began hiring only the sexiest women I could fine. Likewise, I followed their philosophy and all of my girls worked hard and did a superb job. You got Class-A service when you hired my company. My business grew and not just from the bachelor males who hired us. We got a lot of referrals and all of our female clients gave us glowing reviews. I had my fun. If I detected a vibe from one of my employees, I let her know we could play, but it would never, ever be used in her favor or against her as regarded her work. Fun was fun, business was business. I bedded quite a few lovelies and one gave me the idea to play up the maid angle. Now all of my girls wear sexy maid costumes and drive some of our clients crazy, but they get results and earn nice gratuities. Likewise, if I heard nice things from a female client, I would often detect a little hint of curiosity. With those ladies, I would do a "follow up" and more often than not, we would do most of that in her bedroom. I built up quite a list, both of clients and of lovers. Which led me to the situation I live in now. One of my clients transferred to Japan for two years and put her house up for sale. I had been living in a condo since my divorce and Janet's home was divine. I met her asking price and moved in, hired a decorator (who gave me a good deal in exchange for cleaning services and other ... considerations) and had myself a house again. The neighborhood was beautiful and I was sure I could make some new clients, plus I could be at the office in under ten minutes. I would even have a garden to putter in on weekends and a pool in which to swim. The fence was so high I was sure that I could swim nude if I liked. With my business flourishing, I offered bonuses. The girls could take cash, prizes or shopping sprees at Victoria's Secret or La Vie en Rose. A lot of them chose the latter, especially the ones I was sleeping with. They knew how to keep the boss-lady happy. A few months after I moved in, I befriended my neighbor Veronica. The curvy redhead was a divorced mom, like myself and also from Holland. It was so nice to be able to speak to someone in my native tongue and who knew things and places that I knew as well. I made my own schedule so it was easy as pie for me to have morning coffee or a late lunch with my curvy, redheaded neighbor. Veronica clued in fast that I was involved with women. "You almost have a revolving door going there," she laughed at me. "But I do commend you on your good taste; every woman I've seen is gorgeous." She confessed that she too, liked women, but maintained discretion. I told her that I'd keep her secrets, but that was all that I got out of her at that time. Meredith was her daughter but I almost never saw her. She was a cheerleader and went to school early for practice and stayed late for games. I'd seen a few pictures of a pretty redhead; her hair was more of a flame color while Veronica's could look strawberry if the light caught it. Other than that, I knew nothing of my friend's daughter. That was about to change. I heard cursing one afternoon and looked outside to see Meredith at the front door. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" She swore. I called over to get her attention. "Oh, hi Mrs. Stratten," Meredith sighed. "I forgot my fucking ... oops, sorry, potty mouth ... I forgot my key. Do you happen to have one?" I did because I had just last week accepted a contract to clean Veronica's 4-bedroom home. I let Meredith in and for the first time, I saw her up close. She looked like no high school student I had ever seen. Her clothes were fashionable, almost haute couture and she was in heels that were as expensive as any pair I owned. How could this youngster afford such things? Now that I looked at her, I was struck by how stunning she was up close. She had an almost ethereal beauty and perfect carriage. I must have been staring because she smiled at me and invited me in for a cup of tea. I was suddenly parched and accepted. She went into the kitchen to make the tea and I heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. When she came back out, her beauty nearly took my breath away. She looked much older than 15, although I knew she'd celebrated that date just the week before. She sat down across from me and I saw her blouse was real silk. "It's nice to finally meet you," she smiled as she poured our tea. "My mother really likes you and I can see why. You're stunning." "I should return the compliment," I told her. "I've never seen anyone as lovely and graceful as you. You must have them lining up at the door or do you have a boyfriend?" "No and no," Meredith answered my questions. "I don't date boys or men, I prefer girls." I was surprised at her total honesty and further surprised when she said "Actually, let me amend that. I prefer women. I like older women with maturity and class, like you. I've mentioned several times to mother that I think you're the hottest, most vibrant woman I've ever seen. I've peeked over your fence when I've heard you in the pool. Man, do you look sexy in a bikini. Are you and my mother lovers? It's okay if you are, I know she likes women." I was taken aback by Meredith's blunt question. All at once, I found her refreshing and rude. "N-no, we're not," I answered quickly. "Just good friends." "Pity," Meredith said. "I know she'd love to get you into bed. Okay then, would you be interested in being MY lover?" Once again I was stunned by Meredith's bluntness. To this day, I don't know what possessed me, but I smiled and said "Yes". There was an eerie beautiful to Meredith. She's got a look that is hard to define. Her eyes are a light blue but I doubt you've ever seen a shade like that. Her red hair frames a face that is unique and lovely, with high cheekbones. Meredith has a look that is eternal, she'll look young when she's in her 50's, you can just tell. She loves clothes and what they can do for her and I was to discover that she earned all of her own money by modeling. Of course, at that juncture the only thing on my mind was seeing that body naked. I was possessed and moved almost as if in a trance. Likely I was in a trance, beautiful Meredith had bewitched me. She led me upstairs to her bedroom and this is how out of it I was – I didn't even stop to think about the repercussions if Veronica came home and caught us. "Please Irene, undress for me," Meredith said, her voice was husky and sensual. "I've wanted to see you naked for so long, you have no idea just how much you excite me." I excited her? This young Aphrodite had mesmerized me and I couldn't believe she was desirous of me, but I was not about to keep her waiting. I got out of my clothes as fast as I could and stood proud before her. She moved towards me, took me in her arms and the kiss between us was so electric that I felt it right down to my toes. I'm almost positive that I whimpered. "Beautiful," was all that she said. She stepped away and removed her clothing with meticulous precision, laying each piece neatly at the end of the bed. She slid into the Queen-sized bed and patted the side for me to join her. I did so and for the first time I felt that silky-soft teenage flesh against my skin. I knew that I was damned and going to hell for this, but I began kissing her exposed flesh as Meredith's hands traveled down my spine. I almost felt as if I was going to melt into her. Her soft, delicate breasts tasted sweet, her stomach was flat and her navel pierced. I wanted to know all of her and continued my explorations. Meredith's hands were also touching me and I knew I was not the first woman she had been with. She touched me too well and in the correct places for her to be a novice to this kind of lovemaking. I moved down between her thighs and she wasn't completely bare like so many girls are now, there was a downy red fleece above her pussy. I had to taste her as the aroma that wafted to my nostrils was heady. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. My mouth went into the sweetest pussy that I have ever tasted and I don't know how long I was down there. All I recall is my beautiful Meredith pushing me away and her eyes were gleaming. She told me that was fabulous and she wanted me now. I could refuse her nothing and my body almost arched off the bed as she pleasured me. It was exquisite torture and I never, ever wanted it to end. Meredith's lips were soft and gentle on my naked flesh and she made me cum with a diligence women twice her age don't possess. Once again, I lost track of time. It could have been midnight for all I knew and the only thing that brought reality crashing back was someone clearing her throat at the door of Meredith's bedroom. It was Veronica and I wanted to run away, hide under the bed, anything. But then I saw the look on her beautiful face. Her face was smiling and there was no anger in her beautiful eyes. She wore a pink silk teddy and white stiletto heels. I realized that she had been home for a while and that she'd heard everything. Veronica walked to the bed, framed my face in her hands and kissed me. "At last," she breathed. "At last you're one of us; you're going to be our lover. And you'll never, ever want to leave us." I had no chance to react before she then moved over to Meredith and kissed her with equal passion. Her lingerie fell away a bit revealing her soft, lightly-tanned flesh and gorgeous breasts. Now I wanted Veronica as well but if what she had just told me was true, I could have her. I could have them both. Merry showed me her mother's body by example. It was so evil and naughty to watch daughter making love to mother, but it was also the hottest thing I had ever seen. Their love for each other was evident, as was their passion. They didn't seem to be afraid to express anything, sweetness or kink. Their bodies moved together in such perfect harmony that I knew instantaneously they had done this several times before. I was only allowed to watch for a brief time before I was drawn back in to their erotic web. I got to eat Veronica's beautiful cunt while Merry showed me just how much she desired me. I was awash in a sea of lesbian pleasures, adrift with no anchor to bring me back. I didn't care, Veronica was almost as a passion for me as her daughter and I just gave in. Veronica and I indulged ourselves with Meredith until the sun went down. I went home aching and felt guilty for a little while until I realized that at no point had I been in the wrong. Meredith had made her own decisions and I had gone along with them. Veronica and her daughter were obviously comfortable in their own relationship and I found myself wondering if they slept in Veronica's room together? I was almost jealous when I thought of that. I wasn't going to allow it to be anything more than a wonderful, one-time experience, something I would remember with a wistful smile. Yet I found myself back at their home the very next day and in Meredith's bed, rolling around with her and cumming like I might never cum again. I didn't care about the right or the wrong, I just needed to feel her closeness and to experience everything I had the day before. When Veronica arrived home, she smiled at us, went to her bedroom to change into a slinky black number and rejoined us. The curvy redhead and her sex-kitten daughter surpassed their efforts of the previous day. It didn't stop, I couldn't make it stop and I didn't want to. I was falling for Merry and her mother knew it and didn't object. "She's happy and you're happy, why shouldn't I want two women I love to be happy?" Veronica smiled as we snuggled on either side of her. That made up my mind. I went out that day and got a ring. I plan to ask Meredith to be my wife on her eighteenth birthday which is about six months away. I know that she'll say yes. I also know that a few eyebrows will be raised, but I don't mind being thought of as eccentric. The only little glitch might be Dana, but lately I've found myself wondering about my daughter. She is a beautiful young woman with blonde hair, growing tall and she has the best of her father and myself blended into her. Is she sexual yet? Has she been intimate with anyone? If not, there is a very large part of me that wants to take her to bed and show her the kind of lovemaking that has brought me such fulfillment. I know Merry wouldn't be jealous, she thinks Dana is a beauty and would be thrilled. I'm just not sure if I can take that final step and seduce my own daughter. And yet, I know that I will. |