Nancy and Kayleigh-1; A New Beginning, Part 1

by Karen Cypher

I would like to dedicate this to Kayleigh, who opened my eyes to role-play and all the possibilities it can offer. You have expanded my horizons, little one. Let's see what the future brings…

Summary…

Karen is a 42 year old single mother who was called out of town for a last minute business meeting in Seattle. She was almost at a loss trying to find care for her 13 year old daughter Nancy. Three days was not a long time, so maybe she could ask Kayleigh, her lover, to stay over at the house and keep an eye on things. Kayleigh is a 19 year old college student living in the dormitories at the local university, and she jumped at the chance to get away. Karen saw this as the perfect solution; wanting her daughter and young lover to get to know each other; just a couple of girls hanging out. Kayleigh isn't prepared for the sexy young teenager that she is supposed to care for. She doesn't want to betray Karen, but she can't help the spell that she falls under. And who knows, maybe this was Karen's plan from the start...

New Beginning…

Kayleigh is sitting in Nancy’s room as Nancy looks over her wardrobe, trying to figure out what to wear to the last school dance before summer break. They have gotten along pretty well so far, as Nancy considers Kayleigh to be like a big sister. Sitting on Nancy’s bed, Kayleigh has her legs folded underneath her, resting her bottom on her heels. Nancy is standing at the entrance to her closet, examining one outfit after another, discarding the clothes into a heap beside Kayleigh. The two of them are chatting away when Nancy deliberately tosses the older teen a light blue sleeveless t-shirt with the word “FOXY” emblazed across the front. Kayleigh looks at her questioningly, but it is clear to her that Nancy wants her to try it on. Kayleigh hesitates, because she is not wearing a bra, but then she rarely ever wears one; her boobs are small, almost girlish in their size.

“Why not, it is only us girls, and she clearly wants me to.” Kayleigh thinks, as she grabs the hem of her top, preparing to try on the one Nancy gave her. As Kayleigh slowly pulls her top off, a wicked thought runs through her mind. She lets the top entangle her arms at the wrist, high above her head, putting herself on display for Nancy. Kayleigh could feel her nipples getting hard as Nancy looks at her with wonder, staring at her chest. Excitement courses through Kayleigh; showing herself to young Nancy and having Nancy openly admire her. At that moment, Kayleigh felt very pretty and very sexy. Finally finished shedding her top, Kayleigh doesn’t put the borrowed one on right away. Impulsively, she walks into the closet dressed in just her jeans, lightly brushing her nipples across Nancy’s arm as she squeezes by, reaching for the dress Nancy should wear.

“Why am I doing this?” Kayleigh wonders. But she knows why. She gets such a thrill from taking chances, and she wants to see what Nancy will do. Kayleigh likes how excited it makes her feel, how deliciously wicked her thoughts become when Nancy looks at her; naughty little girl. Nancy’s eyes burn into Kayleigh, and Kayleigh shudders with the feeling of arousal that has overcome her. She wants to put herself on display for the younger teen, but of course, she can’t tell her that; it is a game that must be played.

Handing Nancy the dress, Kayleigh retrieves the proffered t-shirt from the bed. Wordlessly, she turns to face Nancy and slowly puts it on, idly pulling at the word “FOXY” and letting the tight shirt snap back into place. Nancy seems frozen to the spot, and Kayleigh realizes she might have gone too far. Kayleigh’s state of arousal is evident, as her nipples poke into the soft cotton of the shirt.

“Pretty” she says to Nancy, indicating the top. “Mind if I wear it for a while?”

“No, I don’t mind” Nancy replies a little shakily. Voice stronger, she asks “Are you sure this dress would be alright? It is only a casual dance; won’t I be a little over-the top?”

It would be perfect Kayleigh thinks to herself, Nancy would look really hot!! What the hell, she decides; giving voice to her thoughts, “You would look really hot!”

The smile that lights-up Nancy’s face is radiant, and she is suddenly energized again, seemingly flying in and out of the closet to fetch shoes and a bag to go with the dress. Kayleigh laughs, infected by Nancy’s exuberance, and starts to gather the clothes from the bed. Nancy heads off to the shower as Kayleigh starts hanging the clothes back in the closet. She notices some kind of cheerleader outfit, one from Nancy’s time on the Pep Squad. Green and white pleated skirt, with a white sweater that has “EMS” stitched in bold green, matching the color on the inner pleats of the skirt. Kayleigh pictures all those 7th grade girls parading around school dressed only in this. She takes it down and holds it up to herself, picturing how naughty it would be to try it on.

“Maybe” Kayleigh muses; imagining herself in the outfit. “We are about the same size, little too small though.” Kayleigh and Nancy are of similar build, even though Kayleigh is 19, her bust never grew like the other girls she knew when growing up. She still has boyish hips, but a full, well developed butt that looks good on her slender frame. Blonde hair and blue eyes, Kayleigh is almost pixie-like in her appearance. Two inches shorter, Nancy is a typical 13 yr old girl; still coltish, but developing into a remarkable young woman, the full realization of her beauty just now coming to the surface. She has a wild mane of wavy brown hair that frames her face and blue eyes.

Kayleigh hears the shower start as she finishes hanging up the last of the clothes. Like a thought etched in stone, she can’t get the Pep Squad uniform out of her mind.

“I’m such a bad little girl” Kayleigh murmurs to herself as she once again takes down the skirt and sweater from the closet. Stripping off her borrowed shirt, she quickly dons the sweater. It is very small for her; too tight in the shoulders and only comes down to her belly button, but the thrill of wearing something that has touched Nancy’s skin turns her on even more. Kayleigh reaches under the sweater and pinches her nipples HARD. A soft moan escapes her lips at the thrill of what she is doing. Skinning out of her jeans, she picks up the skirt with one hand as she slides the other down to the front of her thong-covered sex. Heat radiates from Kayleigh, and she can smell her own arousal.

“Oh god, I’m so wet” she whispers.

Stepping into the skirt and pulling it over her hips, Kayleigh realizes there is no way the small skirt can zip all the way up to fasten, but she does her best. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she examines herself, twisting this way and that. The skirt ends just below her ass, and as she bends over to look herself over in the mirror, she sees how much the dark stain is spreading from her cunt, soaking the green material of the liner.

Kayleigh drops to her knees to lay with her face pressed to the carpet; breathless and panting. She knows how badly she wants to cum, how overpowering the need to satisfy that longing is. With one hand, she reaches under; gliding past her tummy and further down, until she is cupping her sex in her hand. She pinches her clit through the material and a long, low, sexy moan escapes her lips. With her free hand, Kayleigh pulls the sweater up her chest, exposing her small tits and engorged nipples. She grinds them into the carpet and pinches her clit harder. Nipples on fire, the rough material of the carpet scraping against them only sends her closer to the edge.

“Look at me!” Kayleigh cries hoarsely.

“I’m in Nancy’s room, wearing her little uniform and about to cum; all from just showing her my tits.” “I’m such a nasty little slut.” Kayleigh increases the pressure on her clit, starting to send herself into orgasm.

“What the fuck are you doing!!” Nancy screams from the doorway.

Instantly, shock and fear spread through Kayleigh. She scrambles to her knees as Nancy, dressed only in a towel, marches into the room.

“Get up!” Nancy yells.

On shaky legs, Kayleigh tries to stand, catching herself on the mirror for support. It all happened so fast, that when she glances in the mirror, she finds herself still holding the sweater up over her tits. As understanding finally pierces the fog surrounding Kayleigh’s conscience, Nancy sends a fierce slap across her left breast.

“Get out of my room, you filthy bitch!” Nancy screams at her.

Crying now, Kayleigh flees Nancy’s room and runs downstairs, still dressed in the Pep Squad uniform. She stands in the kitchen, shaking all over as the realization of what has just happened soaks into her mind. Kayleigh trembles harder with the sound of drawers slamming in the bedroom above, followed by the thunder of Nancy’s footfalls as she runs down the stairs. Humiliation overcomes Kayleigh when she feels liquid running down her leg; peeing herself as she waits helplessly for what is to come.

Nancy enters the kitchen, and immediately sees the state Kayleigh is in. Her anger seems to lessen, and although not as intense, the fire in her eyes still burns. Kayleigh can’t bear to look Nancy in the eye, and drops her gaze to the puddle; spreading from under her feet. Nancy tosses Kayleigh a dishtowel and tells her to clean it up, pointedly looking at the growing puddle. Having a direct task to do seems to bring Kayleigh back from the edge of panic, quieting her sobs as her wits start to return.

“I don’t know what you thought you were doing Kayleigh, but it was a little freaky to come into my room and see you like that” said Nancy. “I didn’t mean to slap you so hard, but I was pretty mad” she continued. “You deserved it, however”.

Kayleigh can only bob her head and mumble “yes” quietly back to Nancy.

Finished wiping the pee, Kayleigh sits with the towel in her hands, not knowing what else to do.

“It’s ruined now” Nancy indicates the uniform. “That stain will never come out. And the sweater is all stretched now.” Kayleigh makes a futile attempt to smooth the stretched material, but it is no use.

“Take it off” Nancy states flatly. “Maybe if I get it in the laundry right away, it can be saved.”

Kayleigh stares at her woodenly, not daring to speak, not daring to move. Did Nancy really mean for her to strip right there in the kitchen?

“Now!” orders Nancy, crossing her arms and leaning forward a bit, the glint returning to her eyes. Kayleigh hastens to obey. She pulls the sweater up over her head, and finds herself in the same position as before; wrists tangled in the material with tits thrust out before her. Despite herself and her predicament, Kayleigh finds arousal returning; being forced to do the very thing that she wanted; showing herself to Nancy and having Nancy stare. Kneeling before Nancy, Kayleigh looks up; the younger teen towers over her. She starts to pull the bottoms down but has difficulty from her position. In one smooth motion, Kayleigh swiftly stands, letting the uniform skirt and her thong drop to her ankles.

Meekly, Kayleigh stands before Nancy; naked, on display.

“Ouch” says Nancy. “That must really hurt.”

Kayleigh’s gaze drops to where Nancy is looking; at her tit, the one that was slapped. A red handprint is clearly visible, one of the fingers crossing over her nipple. Kayleigh feels her nipples harden to diamonds as the sensation of the slap returns.

“Yes” Kayleigh breathes. “But it is only what I deserved.” A smirk plays at Nancy’s lips as she turns to lead Kayleigh into the laundry room. As she walks, Kayleigh feels the wetness of her arousal mingle with her pee. It is a delicious feeling. Her lips glide smoothly as friction builds from the walk; this only excites her more.

Clothes safely in the laundry, Nancy takes Kayleigh back upstairs to her bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” she says. Wetting a cloth in the sink, Nancy sits on the edge of the tub. Kayleigh stands silently before her, waiting for the next command.

“Can she smell me?” Kayleigh ponders, hairless pussy only a foot away from Nancy. Nancy is suspicious, but even with no experience; the young teen can’t help but notice Kayleigh’s arousal. Unconsciously, Kayleigh spreads her feet apart and places her wrists behind her back.

“I can’t reach you from here,” Nancy says; “Get down.”

Kayleigh obediently squats down on her heels; hands grasping her ankles, butt resting on her thumbs. She has to spread her legs even farther to keep her balance, but that only heightens her need. “She is looking right at me, she can see how wet I am, how much this turns me on.” Kayleigh muses. “I am so exposed.” Kayleigh closes her eyes as Nancy wipes the dried tears from her face. Kayleigh relishes every sensation; every touch seems to go straight to her clit. Finished with her face, Nancy tells Kayleigh to hold out her hand and squeezes a dollop of lotion into her palm.

“Put it on the mark I left” Nancy tells her. Instantly, Kayleigh complies; rubbing the lotion into her sore breast and nipple, teasing her nipple between her fingers as the lotion soaks in.

In the maneuverings to get Kayleigh clean, Nancy’s bare foot slips right under Kayleigh’s sex, mere inches away from contact. As Kayleigh rubs the last of the lotion in, she tries to rest herself on Nancy’s foot.

“She has to feel my heat” Kayleigh thinks; desperately wanting to stroke her cunt on Nancy’s toes. Kayleigh places her hands back under her ass, spreading herself open; wanting, hoping to give Nancy everything she might desire.

“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Nancy said. “What a filthy fucking pig you are.”

Suddenly, Nancy stands up, making Kayleigh keep her balance for fear of falling backward; for fear of disappointing Nancy. She rinses the cloth in the sink, leaving Kayleigh in the same position as before. From behind, Nancy grabs Kayleigh’s hair in one hand, placing the other around her waist.

“Come on, time for me to get dressed” said Nancy. She leads Kayleigh to her bedroom, only to stop outside and make Kayleigh wait in the hall. Not wanting any more surprises, Nancy places Kayleigh into the corner and tells her to stay put as she gets dressed. Kayleigh agonizes that she is not allowed to help Nancy, to touch her, to stand before her naked once again so she can recognize the pleading in Kayleigh’s eyes. Kayleigh is simply left panting.

After Nancy finally finishes dressing, she walks to the front door. A brazenly naked Kayleigh follows behind her.

“Does she have an extra sway to her hips?” Kayleigh asks herself.

Nancy gives Kayleigh a light kiss on the cheek. Kayleigh tells Nancy how pretty she looks in the dress. Nancy pulls out her phone from her clutch, and calls her friends who will pick her up; they are just pulling into the neighborhood. Suddenly, Nancy flips the phone around and snaps a picture of Kayleigh, naked; standing before the open door in all her glory.

“I can’t wait to tell my friends, and show them this” Nancy says, brandishing the phone in front of Kayleigh. “They will never believe it!” With that, Nancy slips out the door and into the cool evening.

Kayleigh almost faints with delight.