| Victoria and Helen, Chapter 3 Standing on the side of the highway behind my 'Beemer' I could hardly contain my excitement. My life isn't boring but this kind of exhilaration was still rare. The bus was already several minutes overdue according to the information provided by the depot, but they did warn me that it depended on how many stops they made. Anyway I couldn't afford to be late or I'd have to chase them all the way to the next town. When I saw the Greyhound in the distance I stepped onto the roadway and waved my arms. The driver flashed his lights acknowledging that he'd seen me and I stepped back to the safety of the shoulder. The motor coach was already slowing down but as it got within a few feet I waved again to confirm that I wanted him to stop. The door opened and the driver nodded to me as he bounded down the steps and opened the luggage compartment. A brief moment later the darling fourteen year old daughter of my ex-student was at the top of the stairs and looking at me as if to confirm that this was her stop. The rush of excitement that flowed through me as she descended the three steps was breathtaking. I ignored the heavy looking backpack hanging from her shoulder and hugged my visitor with all the enthusiasm I was feeling. The fact that the height differential caused her face to mash into my boobs was like icing on the cake. I held her there welcoming her warmly and then put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. Handing the driver the ten that I had sticking out of the pocket of my shorts made his eyes light up. It was not only unnecessary it was excessive but produced the desired offer to load the bag into my 'Beemer'. I'd always found that over tipping service people was usually rewarding. I let go of Vicki to open the hatch-back. When I looked at my visitor, her eyes seemed glazed over and her mind a thousand miles away. I couldn't help wondering what she was thinking about. I opened the passenger door as the bus hissed and chirped. The powerful diesel engine roared as it pulled away. I barely noticed. I was much too busy admiring Victoria as the sandy haired youngster stepped up into my SUV. The warm tingly rush that I'd gotten every time I thought about her visit was amplified now that she was actually here. "You get prettier every time I see you," I said sincerely. "You look so much like your mother." "Thanks," she said sounding shy and maybe a little embarrassed by the compliment. "How long's it been," I said thinking out loud and dividing my attention between the road and my passenger. "It must be nearly six months ... it was right after New Year's that I was at your place wasn't it." "I guess so," Vicki said noncommittally looking out the window. It felt as if she was avoiding looking at me. I reached over and stroked her soft curls and said, "I'm looking forward to spending some quality time with you, so we can really get to know each other." I was quite sure that my friend's daughter did not take the word 'know' the way I meant it. "So you're on summer holidays ... yeah!" I cheered hoping to lift her spirits. "Ya," she replied and smiled at me for the first time since we'd made initial eye contact through the doorway of the bus. "I really appreciate this Auntie Helen. If mom hadn't been able to go on that trip she would have been so sad and it would have been my fault." "Well it wouldn't have been your fault sweetie, and I told you that I'm excited about all the fun were going to have ... just us girls gone wild," I said the last part with a chuckle not knowing if she was familiar with the DVD series. "Oh auntie!" she said with a blush that suggested she might have seen the ads. "That's the first thing we're going to change ... the 'Auntie' was your mother's idea. I sort of know why, but it doesn't matter. It was okay when you were little but there's no need for it now that you're a young lady; you should just call me Helen." Glancing from the road over to Vicki what I thought I saw in her face was pride. She'd taken the reference to how grown up I regarded her in exactly the complimentary way I'd hoped she would. "We can have fun ... like ... friends," I amplified the thought. I turned into my half mile driveway winding through the tall pines. I got a kick out of the wonderment on her face as she looked all around. When I was in range I pressed the door opener and swung confidently into the garage beside my Boxster. The four car garage looked almost empty with only two vehicles in it. We exited the 'Beemer' and I pulled her heavy bag out of the hatch. The ten bucks I gave the bus driver was well spent. I was glad the suitcase had wheels. "Come on," I encouraged heading for the door to the house, "I'm sure you could use some refreshment and a chance to freshen up after your trip." It made it sound as though she'd been on the road for days, or at least many hours. The fact was that it had only been two hours since she boarded the bus. I could easily drive into the city in an hour or less and did so several times a week to teach when the university was in session. I led her through the mud room, by passed the kitchen and proceeded down the hallway toward the bedrooms. "Wow!" I heard her exclaim as she trailed three or four steps behind me. My home isn't a mansion but I could understand her awe knowing what her house looked like. The house I'd bought for Jeanne and her daughter was nice and comfortable but certainly not in a class with my secluded country residence. The guest bedroom was rather feminine festooned with floral prints and ruffles. The scent of the fresh cut flowers that I'd put on the bureau that morning made the large room seem that much more welcoming. I parked the suitcase near the dresser and, turning toward her asked, "So what would you like to do first, have some refreshments ... unpack ... freshen up?" She looked positively awe-struck which I found very pleasing. "I know ... why don't you have a relaxing bath while I prepare a little afternoon snack?" I suggested. There was a sudden change in her expression that puzzled me. The look of wonderment transformed to something like apprehension. 'That's odd, ' I thought. 'What about taking a bath could possibly make her nervous?' I opened the door to the adjoining private bathroom and switched on the light. Vicki didn't move—seemed rooted to the spot. "Come on honey, it's not a torture chamber ... I think you're really going to like it." She seemed to snap out of wherever her mind had wandered to and came over to the doorway where I was waiting. The look on her face and the gasp were proof that my intuition was right. The floor and most of the walls are rose colored marble and the fixtures are hot pink. Not hard to tell that most of my house guests are female. I walked across the spacious bathroom, turned on the faucet and began filling the tub. I gave Vicki a quick kiss on the cheek as I was leaving. "Did I tell you how happy I am to be able to spend this time with you?" I kept going not waiting for a response. I closed the door behind me and headed for the kitchen. I was keeping the sexual buzz that was steadily humming inside on a close leash. I wanted to make Miz Simms feel comfortable and secure in her environment. There was no need to rush things. 'It'll be so much sweeter when she begs me to take her.' I poured my self a large goblet of wine and sipped on it while preparing a plate of crackers with a variety of cheeses and garnishes. Topping up my glass I poured some ice tea for Vicki, put the snacks and drinks on a tray and returned to the guest room. I knew this was a pivotal moment. This could either be a beginning or a false start necessitating a completely revamped approach. Balancing the tray on one hand I popped the door open and entered with no prior warning. It was a calculated risk. My teenaged guest squealed in surprise, crossed her arms over her chest and hunched forward to hide as much of her nakedness as possible. "Oh I'm so sorry!" I said as genuinely as I could manage. "I didn't realize that you were so shy. I ... I'll just leave this for you and go," I said not looking directly at her while I very carefully set the tray on the tub surround. Observing the teenager out of the corner of my eye I could tell that she was thinking. She was still all scrunched up in an effort to protect her modesty but the body tuck seemed to have loosened a little. "I'll just take this with me," I said in the most disappointed tone I could summon, picking up my wine glass. I'm no actress so I wondered how well I was pulling off the dejected look I was striving for. "No ... No it's okay ... you can stay," the girl in the tub conceded. My non-verbal communication skills were validated. She had pretty much straightened up but her arms were still crossed shielding her chest. "It's just ... well, uh ... I was surprised and I'm ... um ... I'm not used to anyone seeing me, uh ... um ... without my clothes on." She was blushing furiously and it was impossible to tell what the primary cause of her embarrassment was at this point. Was it the fact that she was, after all, still naked; or was she now ashamed of reacting so modestly? I hoped that it was mostly the latter. I can't describe the exhilaration I felt at clearing the first important hurdle. "You're developing into a beautiful young woman. There's no reason to be ashamed of your body," I counseled taking a seat on the edge of the tub where I could face her. "But mom says I have to be careful ... that I shouldn't ... uh, you know let people see me ... um—" she glanced down at her arms folded over breasts unable to complete the thought. "Your mom is very protective of you, like most mothers, but maybe more so because of her own experience," I speculated and then took a sip of wine allowing time for the theory to sink in. "She wants to make sure that you don't make the kind of mistake she made with a boy. But there's no reason to be so shy around other girls." I was wishing that I'd been able to find out from Jeanne just how informed her daughter was. I was afraid to ask too many questions in case she got suspicious. Lacking the intel I just had to tread lightly until I discovered how much my teenaged houseguest knew and what seeds of prejudice might have been planted. "I hope you like ice tea ... if not I also have lemonade, or—" "No this is fine," she interrupted and reached for the sweaty glass exposing her pert little titties for the first time. It was like someone had dumped a bucket of hot water over me. The warm rush quickly became an insistent tingle between my legs. I took a gulp of wine and did my best not to stare as my young friend sampled her drink and then reached for a cracker. The perfect little mounds stood out from her chest like twin oranges. At the center of each orb sat two completely different areolas. The right one was small and fairly dark, hardly as big as a quarter. The left one in contrast was much lighter in color and had blossomed into a plump half ping-pong ball shape. The left areola and nipple almost looked too large for the boobie that it was fronting. It was a little disconcerting, like looking at someone who has one blue eye and one brown. The imbalance made me want to touch them even more as my tingle turned to a throb. "Do you have any boyfriends?" I probed. Vicki washed down the cracker and said, "No I think that they're always out for one thing; so no matter what they say I never trust them." "Do you think that's because of what happened to your mom ... uh, how you came to be?" I postulated. She was munching another cracker when the dark cloud passed over her expression. I was pleased that my teenaged houseguest seemed to have forgotten that she was naked. However my last question seemed to have hit a nerve. "I don't know ... I'm not sure," she replied but it sounded less than sincere. I wondered what she wasn't telling me. The look on her face told me to back-off—for now. It was time to change the subject. "What do you like to do when you're on holidays?" Victoria's aspect brightened as I reminded her that she had an extra two weeks of freedom. "I like to read and watch movies, sometimes hang out with my girlfriends when they're not busy with their boyfriends." The way she spat the word 'boyfriends' out, implied more hostility toward the male gender than I'd expected. "And what do you do with your girlfriends?" I queried, taking a sip of wine as the potential, if highly unlikely, possible answers swirled in my mind. "Mostly we just hang out and talk about stuff ... sometimes we go down to the park and watch the horses. They have a riding stable there." "You like horses ... you like to ride?" I responded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I love horses but I've never ridden ... we couldn't afford it. Some of my girlfriends have though." "I have a horse," I announced. The look of astonishment on her face was priceless. "You mean that you own a horse?" she squealed incredulously. "Yeah her name is Daisy, would you like to ride her?" She didn't say anything right away. My teenaged guest was obviously thrilled beyond words. "I board her not far from here. We can go over tomorrow if you'd like." "Oh my God, could we really?" She was virtually beside herself with joy. "Absolutely," I assured her finishing my wine. "How about swimming, do you like to swim?" "Uh-huh, but I don't get much chance. It costs two dollars for a day pass at the pool," she explained as though two bucks was an impressive sum of money. "Well you won't have that problem here there's a pool in the backyard," I informed her. Once again those adorable blue eyes lit up. "I thought you might have noticed it ... there's a walk-out onto the deck from your bedroom." Vicki looked so flabbergasted that I thought she was going to faint. Meanwhile I had been scanning the rest of her delectable pubescent figure. I couldn't see much of her kitty through the distortion of the bathwater, plus her legs were fairly tight together. I did see the upper part of the golden bush that surrounded her sex and the wave of longing made me sigh. "Okay," I said standing up. "It sounds like there are a couple of things around here to keep you from getting bored." "I'm going to go and get dinner started ... you take as long as you like," I said as I made my exit. I made a detour to my own bathroom to relieve the sexual tension that had built up. Sitting there in the oversized pink bathtub as my guardian left, feelings of joy more intense than I'd ever experienced were washing over me. 'Horseback riding!' I couldn't get myself to believe that it was actually true. The worries about what I was going to do in the middle of nowhere with this woman who was probably old enough to be my grandmother had been completely obliterated. Instead of stressing over the time my mom was away I was now wishing that it was going to be longer. I was so excited that it washed away my shame. When Helen had suggested the bath I couldn't help having a flashback to Mister Menendez. It was stupid really because there were no men here and there wasn't going to be any of that stuff I'd come to dread when we lived in the apartment. I did manage to get stupid thought out of my head on seeing this bathroom. I could hardly believe I'd have for my very own while I was here. It was just the crowning glory of the wonders that had overwhelmed me since I stepped off the bus. Auntie Helen's greeting wasn't just a welcome, like she was okay doing the babysitting chore as a favor to my mom. That's the way I thought of it—like I was imposing on her. My guardian seemed genuinely happy to see me and the hug she'd greeted me with started changing my opinion. It was so warm and comforting; nothing like the mandatory cordial reception that I'd been expecting. Thinking back to that first contact I couldn't help recalling the softness of her large breasts against my face and the funny ridges that seemed to be wrapped around them. I got that feeling way down below my tummy that I get sometimes but have never really figured out. When I got that feeling the closest thing I could equate it to was hunger, but I wasn't hungry for food most times when it happened so it just confused me. The way she looked at me seemed to make the feeling worse—or better—because it wasn't a bad feeling. It was kind of nice; but puzzling. The next delight came when I got into her obviously very expensive car with its beautiful interior and plush leather. When she said how pretty I was it gave me a strange rush, especially when she said how much I looked like mom because I knew that mom was a very beautiful woman. I'd been feeling very awkward and ugly in comparison for a couple of years. When my period started and my body began changing I thought there might be some hope after all. Helen's compliment was like validation but it came with that unfamiliar feeling that for some reason embarrassed me. I felt my stupid deformed nipples tighten up, sort of the way they do when it's cold—but different. When she'd mentioned Girls Gone Wild' the funny feelings got stronger. Partly because one of the first times I'd ever experienced those sensations had been at Melissa's house when she'd put that disc on. She'd been looking for a movie for us to watch and came across it in her father's private stash. I remember that it made me uncomfortable, a little like some of the feelings I'd had when Mister Menendez came in the bathroom years before. My girlfriend thought it was hilarious. When Auntie Helen suggested that we were going to behave like that I instantly imagined the two of us doing the naughty things I'd seen the college girls do in the video. It left me with the feeling that she was a girlfriend, not my guardian. When she told me to drop the 'Auntie' in front of her name, it just solidified the feeling that we were friends; not babysitter and baby. The forty year age difference didn't have to matter. I decided to get out of the tub before I turned into a prune, put on fresh clothes and went to see if I could help with dinner. Over dinner Helen and I talked about horses and swimming. I was so excited especially about the horseback riding that I could hardly sit still. After dinner she suggested that we watch a movie. It was great because Auntie ... uh, Helen had the biggest TV I'd ever seen. We sat at opposite ends of the long couch while we watched. The movie was about a woman and her daughter and how their relationship developed after a divorce. The mother had caught her husband cheating and kicked him out. The actresses were good and the situations believable. I could relate to a lot of the things that happened which made it interesting, although the girl was older than me and more rebellious. There was one scene in the movie when the older woman brought a co-worker home for drinks. They're talking and the divorced mother is telling the other woman how she's lonely and misses having an adult around to talk to, and the tenderness she used to share with her philandering husband. The conversation leads to the two older women kissing. Then the lead character's co-worker starts putting her hand inside the mother's blouse and sliding her hand up under her skirt. I started getting those funny feelings again; squirming around seemed to help. No clothes came off and the most that I actually saw was a bit of the mother's bra. It surprised me that I was fascinated with her fairly large breast and was hoping that it would go further but then the daughter came in and had a fit. After the awkward moment the mother's co-worker left. The mother spent quite a bit of time explaining to her daughter that there was nothing wrong with women enjoying each other's company that way. The scene was only five minutes or so out of the two hour movie but it definitely was a part that stuck with me. Not just because of the sensations it caused, but because it got me thinking about how I preferred to be with women and girls and had almost no desire to spend time with boys and men—unlike all my friends. When the movie was over Helen stretched and said that she was really tired. "I'm going to bed, do you want to stay up and watch more TV?" "No, I think I'm ready to sleep too," I replied. "Let's get you ready for bed then. We're going to have a fun day tomorrow and you'll need your rest." Get me ready for bed?' I couldn't figure out what she meant. She'd been treating me like a friend, not a kid, so the statement seemed out of character. I was fourteen and had been putting myself to bed since I was six. I was a little bit hurt and disappointed. She led me down the hall by the hand which made it even worse. Inside my luxurious sleeping quarters Helen stood beside the bed, gripped the bottom of my T shirt and said, "Arms up." I felt like a four year old. She tossed the shirt that I'd only been wearing a few hours in the direction of the laundry hamper and missed. My bra was plain and white, but it was new. It was the third one in a year and mom complained that I was growing so fast—it was expensive. The latest one—the one I was wearing—was a 'C' cup and it was a bit big but mom had said that she couldn't afford to keep buying me new ones every other month. "Oh dear, why do you wear this thing around the house?" Helen asked plucking lightly at the underside between the cups. "I only wear one when I have to and I definitely need one," she chuckled lifting and squeezing her large boobies through the nice round necked top she was wearing. "You're lucky; you could still go without all the time if you wanted to. Turn around so I can unfasten you." "Mom says a proper young lady doesn't go around half dressed," I explained. "Well you see there's the difference ... I'm not proper, young or a lady," my guardian responded with a belly laugh that made me laugh too. She twisted me by the shoulders so that I was facing her again and pulled the white cotton straps down my arms. Suddenly I didn't feel like I was four anymore. Other than mommy no one had seen by breasts naked like this. Folding my arms across my chest was a reflex. As soon as I did it I felt stupid. She'd already seen them when I was in the tub and convinced me that being naked with other girls—women—didn't count. "I thought you'd gotten over the shyness," she said with a pout, but it was the twinkle in her eye that started the strange feelings again. "It's just that they're ugly ... deformed," I sighed, genuinely embarrassed about their appearance. "Oh no honey ... I think they're developing quite nicely," she reassured me. I didn't resist when she pried my arms open and pushed them gently down to my sides. "Look," I said feeling a wave of heat wash over me. "One's bigger than the other and the ... the ... nipple looks ridiculous." The way her eyes were focused on my titties made them tingle especially my misshapen nipples. "They're developing sweetheart ... this one will catch up soon," she said as she reached up and cupped the boob that wasn't keeping pace. Other than my washing them no one had ever touched me there before. The sensation that spread out like a small eruption made my head go back, my eyes close and I made a sound that I could hardly believe I was capable of. My knees went weak and for a split second I thought I was going to faint—or at least fall down. A moment later I heard her say, "We can work on that." I had no idea what she meant. My head was spinning but I realized right away that her hand wasn't touching me anymore. As a matter of fact she was halfway across the huge bedroom. "Sleep well dearest," she said as she closed the door behind her. I sat down on the bed and realized that I was panting. The tingle was still in my boobies especially the one Helen had squeezed. The funny feelings, way down below my stomach, were more defined. They felt like pressure in the same general vicinity that I got my period cramps—but the feeling wasn't cramps. It was more like hunger. After I'd calmed down enough, I finished getting ready for bed. It took longer than usual to get to sleep. It was only twenty feet from Victoria's room to mine. I walked those ten paces on a cloud. My pussy was on fire and I knew that with just a few strokes I could cause the eruption that brought relief—but I resisted. 'Pleasure delayed is pleasure immeasurably amplified,' I told myself as I slipped into my bed and forced myself to concentrate on the progress I'd made today. |