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The crisp, sunny day was perfect for exploring the cobblestone street market. Lilly, in her gossamer, white skirt and blouse, felt quite bohemian with her basket of fresh vegetables and scones from the baker. She was on the lookout for Folláin orange marmalade for the scones and transfixed by the plethora of sparkling jars filled with colorful jams and preserves. She did not notice she was being watched by a handsome gent on the other side of the market booth until she looked up to see him staring at her. He stood there, leaning against the wall in front of a small café front in his beige trousers and linen shirt; his shirt unbuttoned a bit to show a hint of his bare chest. “Ok. Damn. He’s cute,” Lilly thought. His arms were folded, making him look tenacious, yet one foot lazily crossed over made it appear as if he was just enjoying the day, not waiting for anyone in particular. Lilly was wrong.

He had been waiting for her. He’d watched her from inside the café the first time she caught his eye. She had been wearing a skirt that day also and managed to get it caught in chain of her bike. “Silly girl,” he had thought. Her bickering with the bicycle and herself was amusing to watch and he remembered chuckling out loud. She was pretty, not beautiful, but her energy was refreshing. He had nearly forgotten about her as quickly until a few days later when she reappeared again. This time in jeans, t-shirt, and chucks, noticeably intent on not repeating her earlier blunder. The jeans highlighted her rounded ass, which was more than pleasing to gaze upon. He watched her park her bike and begin wandering the market. She looked determined and yet she would get amazed by something new as she explored the daily market wares. He watched her a bit longer until he was called back to reality by a guest. He looked for her as he served but lost her from his view. “Was she new in town?” He wondered. “Maybe she was just visiting. Would she be here long? When would she return?” His mind raced until he formalized a plan to find out.

Lilly enjoyed coming to the market on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It seemed simple enough to ride her bike into town from the small farmhouse she was renting down the way. She had come alone to escape the city and focus on her writing, but she missed interacting with people and, truth be told, she missed flirting with the different gentlemen she would meet at the pubs and grills back home. She hadn’t ventured that far here yet, but her libido was pushing her to explore new things. “How in the hell am I going to do that here?” she had thought as first. She hadn’t noticed anyone even close to her age to be interesting so far, but she hadn’t gone out much either. Getting out to the market gave her hope that she might… maybe??? “Oh, silly girl,” she had bemused, “Just get your goods and come back and write. Stay focused!” Still, her writing required ongoing inspiration. She needed a muse.

When Lilly had seen him standing there, she thought for sure he would look away, but he didn’t. His eyes, ice blue and clearly on her, didn’t stray. She couldn’t stop from staring in return. Nor could she stop from biting her bottom lip as she contemplated what she should do next. He kept his eyes on her as he unfolded his arms and began to walk towards her. Lilly’s heart raced as she fumbled and nearly dropped the Seville orange marmalade she had finally found. She tried to refocus as she pulled out a few euro to pay for it as well as the blackberry current next to it. Not that she particularly had been looking for the current, but she was trying desperately not to look back up to him too quickly. “Oh, this is daft,” she thought. He was good-looking, and damn she wanted someone good-looking to warm her for a bit. She looked back up again, and he wasn’t there. “Damnit, girl! Did you mess this up?” Then she felt his presence behind her.

Her long, brunette hair was down and gently flowing in the breeze flowing from the coast. She was wearing a perfume, something light and floral. The neckline of her blouse showed the skin from her neck to her collarbone and he had never in his life wanted to bite down on someone so intimately as he did now. He was right behind her, trying not to let his own heartbeat come through his shirt, but in his loins, he knew he was going to make this happen. He wanted her. He had watched her for weeks now. She was hungry. Her eyes were always searching. He saw it clearly — always alone, always exploring; yes, she was in need. He stepped around the booth where she was shopping and quietly approached. She didn’t seem to notice until he stood right behind her, not too close, just enough to…

Lilly visibly jumped when she turned to see him standing behind her.

“Sorry, miss. Didn’t mean to give you a scare,” he spoke in a deep voice Lilly found to be quite seductive.

“Well, hello. No, you’re fine. I’m sorry, am I in your way?” She thought clearly now. She needed something clever to say and her brain went into full writer’s mode kayseri escort to find the perfect double entendre. She looked away from him and in true Vanna White style, she waved her hand over the jellies and jams, calmly posing the question, “There is so much here that looks wonderful to eat, don’t you think?”

“Damn, I should have made it about him. Why did I make it about me? Or did I? Fuck… ok.. let’s play this out….” Her mind continued to whirl. She loved this part of the flirting game but would always second-guess her actions and words.

His chagrin was not subtle. “Very much so,” as extended a hand. She placed her hand in his too willingly and he brought it to his lips for a gentleman’s kiss. “Beginning with you.” Her manicured fingernails grazed the inside of his palm as she pulled her hand slowly from his. Their eyes locked again.

“Well, thank you, gentle Sir.” You seem to be from around here. I haven’t been here long. Would you be able to offer a suggestion for someplace to get something cool to drink? It feels like it is getting quite a bit warmer than it was when I first arrived.” She smiled and realized he had never stopped looking at her. But now his gaze was beginning to drift downward towards her deeply cut, V-neck blouse. She didn’t mind for once.

He tried not to look, but he couldn’t help himself. She was hungry and undeniably, for him. He was going to enjoy this. He quickly brought his eyes back to hers. “I know of a small place where you could rest your basket and get something to drink. How parched are you?” He smiled, knowing his own double-entendre may go unnoticed, but he didn’t think so.

Lilly smiled softly. She knew what he meant, and she was enjoying the word play more than he might have known. Why she was so entranced by this stranger, she didn’t know and at this point; maybe a random encounter would lift her from the doldrum she had been trying to exercise. “Quite,” she replied as she looked up into his blue eyes once again. He was a bit taller than she had expected next to her five-foot frame. She looked down to his hand as she handed her basket to him and couldn’t help but to glance at the taught outline of his cock beneath his pant zipper. Holy fuck. Or as the meme would say, “It’s happening.”

They walked down the block to a nearby tavern. He had not been shy in taking her hand in his as they strolled past the market stalls. A few of the vendors had apparently recognized both him and her and smiled as if it had been a necessary meeting. They enjoyed their time at the tavern, exchanging names, sharing their love of the countryside in stories. He introduced her to a few local treats on the menu and the conversation flowed freely. They shared why they were there, and Lilly found herself wanting to escape the tavern and its quiet crowd for some place quieter and more intimate. Her eyes would occasionally dart to out the tavern’s large window, or the opening door. She hadn’t realized she had been so obvious in her want to escape as she was truly interested in the stories he had been telling her.

“Lilly?”

His use of her name caught her off-guard. His voice was deep and demanding attention, assertive without sounding aggressive. “Hmm? Yes. I’m sorry. Yes?”

“If you would like, I could walk your bike back to the farm, or back to my studio if you prefer. I promise no harm, but it has gotten quite dark outside and you really shouldn’t take the roads alone.” He had assumed she was looking out at the dark but realized now that wasn’t really the case.

Lilly hadn’t even noticed the dusk as she should have. She had truly been daydreaming of a night that had not yet come. She sat up in her chair and tried to shake the thoughts from her head. “Is your place nearby? It could be a bit of a walk to mine.”

He grinned. “Yes. Just another block.” He gave a nod to the waiter nearby and took care of the tab as Lilly gathered her basket. They walked a short way down the street until he took her hand again. They stopped and it forced her to turn and look at him. He pulled her to him, holding her hand downward, bringing her close to his chest. He looked down at her as she raised her eyes. She was biting her bottom lip again. “Are you certain you want to go inside with me?” His eyes searched hers for any hint of reservation.

Lilly spoke almost too quietly to hear, “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me clearly, Lilly. I can call you a cab and you can retrieve your bike in the morning. Are you certain?” He looked more intently. He needed to know.

“I want… to go home with you.” She said it. A few hours ago, it was all bravado and word games. How did he peel it all away so quickly? How did he…? Then he kissed her.

He had plans for those lips, and it would start with a kiss right here and now. He had been waiting for hours to taste her. He could at once taste her need in her mouth. He had intended it to be a tender kiss, yet his want matched hers and he needed her know that. escort kayseri A small moan loosed from her lips and he felt it all the way to his cock. Her moan was met with his controlled growl as he broke off the kiss. “We’re here.”

He opened the door for her and as Lilly stepped into the small studio she could feel his masculinity all around her. Nothing was subtle here. Blacks, greys, reds. All bold against stone, wood, and glass. The only things that looked soft in the room were the chenille throw blankets she could see over the single jacquard, wingback chair and a large bed, which sat on the far side of the room near the large expanse of patio windows. He placed her basket on the kitchen bar and then turned to her.

He watched her eyes as he began to unbutton his shirt. She stood there watching him. Good girl, he thought. He slipped off his shoes as he removed his shirt and then watched her closely as he began to loosen his belt. Her eyes could no longer deceive her. She blatantly watched his fingers unbuckle and then pull the leather from his waist. He was nearly caught off-guard as she watched the folded belt in his hand. Is she…? Does she…? Oh…. He was going to find out. He put the belt to the side and watched her eyes as he walked away from it. She had stared too long at that piece of leather. Interesting.

Lilly didn’t want to pretend any more. She needed this and she wanted him. He so damn sexy in the way he watched her and undressed down to his trousers. That belt. Holy Hades… what is it about a man’s belt that turned her on so much? Well, I mean, she knew, but damn. She moved her watchful eyes from the belt back to him as he approached her. He leaned down to kiss her again and began working the buttons from her blouse. The small talk was apparently over as he worked the flimsy cotton from her shoulders and make quick work of her bra, freeing her ample breasts. His hands were not rough, but they were not soft either. He let his powerful grip command her presence as he grabbed one in each hand and deepened his kiss. Lilly responded with another moan. His hands moved down to her hips, and while she expected him to push her skirt down, he quickly turned her around and guided her to bend over the arm of the wingback as she felt him lift her skirts. She felt his pulling on her simple cotton panties, pulling them down past her knees to her ankles. He lifted each heeled foot, removing her shoe and removing the briefs one leg at a time and then positioning the foot on the floor again, spaced generously apart. She could feel his hot breath near her bottom, then a single digit running up and down her folds. She didn’t mean to, but she was holding her breath.

“I knew you would be wet for me, my little vixen.”

Her arms from elbow to hand were flat against the chair’s seat and the armrest had her in a position with her ass high in the air. With her legs spread she felt vulnerable, but she had no time to contemplate those thoughts as his finger — or was it fingers now? — sliding up and down into her wetness. Back and forth they glided over her entrance, towards her clit, then away. It was so teasing as they would slide past her hole, but never even so much as pausing like he was going to enter. Damn, she wanted to feel him inside her. He began to kiss the cheeks of her ass as his other hand lifted and played with the weight of their fullness.

SMACK! PLUNGE!

His hard spank to her ass was a shock, but she didn’t have time to register the pain as she felt his fingers, definitely two of them, dive into her wetness. His attack was calculated as he moved them around inside of her, feeling herself stretching open. She could feel his fingers exploring her then they began to quickly move inside her. She felt his one hand on her back to keep her from rising, although this wasn’t really necessary, she didn’t want to move. He became more determined as he fingered her deeply and her moans became louder.

“Are you ready to cum, Lilly?”

SMACK! PLUNGE DEEPER!

“Yes!” Lilly cried out.

“What??” His fingers withdrew as she lied waiting for him. She still didn’t move.

“Yes, Sir,” Lilly responded firmly.

She had not seen him removed his pants during his fingering assault but knew he must have when the next smack on her ass was followed by a much deeper and fuller plunge. Holy Fuck, but he felt huge!

He had wanted to do so many other things to her sweet ass, but he was in no mood to play games further. He wanted to feel her first orgasm on his cock. He had been trying not to stoke it while he toyed with her wet pussy. He had gotten her as wet as he could without making her cum, preparing it, stretching it for his large cock. He wasn’t vain, but he knew his cock was ‘above average’ and without preparing her, it may not have gone in so easily. The resistance he felt now was perfect as her cunt sucked him into her. She was letting out little cries sprinkled with a “Yes!” here and there. He kayseri escort bayan had actually been quite pleased when he finally took himself all the way in and she began to push back. Oh, her cunny had been hungry indeed.

He continued to stroke his cock in and out of her, giving her glorious ass another firm smack and watching it bounce in the faint light. With every strike her pussy tightened around his shaft and he was quickly becoming addicted “You can cum now, Lilly,” was all he said, and he felt a familiar tension around him.

Lilly had ridden this moment as far as she could. She tried to hold back but it was of no use. His words were too much. She felt him as he grabbed her hips and dove in balls deep, holding it there as the full roar of her orgasm came to a climax. Her body tensed and shuddered, but he never released her. She felt him fall over her and wrap his arms around her body, raising her up and pulling her down onto him so he could reach deeper. She shuddered again as another, then another orgasm ripped through her. She could feel it flowing from her and down her legs.

“Again,” he said as he continued to pull her deep. He wanted every last orgasm he could get from her like this. Just like this. So much more could come, he knew. She had been parched, and he was here to quench her sex. Her juices spilled everywhere between him and he loved it feeling its warmth spill out over his balls and down his legs. He felt her push again until she had another rapid succession of orgasms until she finally went limp in his arms. He kissed her neck as he held her there impaled on his still hard member, then lifted her off and carried her to his bed.

Lilly was exhausted but not tired. The onslaught of orgasms made her feel weak, but her body still craved more. “Fuck, what was he trying to do to me?”, Lilly thought. His bed was soft compared to the hardness of his body. As he laid her down across the chenille blanket, her hand had reached out for him and found his hardness. Oh, myyyy. He was big and Lilly had a sudden need to taste him. Despite being physically drained, she was sexually insatiable and began to move her mouth away from his and down his throat.

“Yes, Lilly,” he encouraged as she began a downward trail of kissed past his chest and to his throbbing cock. Her mouth was hot, and he instinctively reached out to move her hair away from his face so he could watch her. Her eyes closed, she seemed to be in a trance as her hands and mouth reached their goal. He felt his balls being gently cupped into her hands and their warmth excited him as he felt her tongue begin to trace along his manhood to his head. She wasted no time taking him into her mouth. “Dear God,” he thought as she began to slide up and down, each time taking him deeper into her wet mouth until he felt the resistance of her throat. She pushed a bit, and he felt the tightness give. “Holy Fuck!” It was his turn to be amazed. He had rarely been swallowed. “Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck yes.” She was sucking and tonguing, swallowing, and gliding. He enjoyed this as long as he could stand. This was not how he wanted to cum at all and he wasn’t done exploring this beauty just yet.

He pulled her up to him and kissed her fully, tasting the juices she had sucked from him and the allowing the taste of her on her own lips to excite him more. He raised her up and positioned her over his hardness, pointing upwards and felt her lower herself down on him. Buried deep inside of her, he pulled her body against his and began to gently thrust into her once more. His hand traveled down to her ass and his long fingers explored her crevice as she responded with deepening kisses. Eventually he found his quarry and tested her resistance. He was curious if her dark star had been explored recently. A woman this sexually enticing certainly must have enjoyed having her ass pounded once or twice. He wondered if it had ever had a cock his size though.

Lilly could feel his fingers probing her ass. She had loved anal in the past; however, it had never been with someone as endowed as him. She raised and lowered herself up and down his cock, occasionally pushing back towards his fingers. She felt his instance as he massaged her puckered hole and finally began to open her, sinking a single finger into her ass.

“Ooooohh” Lilly cried out.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, but never removing his finger. He left it there feeling her rings pulsate around it, allowing her to become accustomed to it, but would remove if she asked.

“No. Don’t stop. It’s just…. Been a while,” Lilly replied as she got more comfortable with his invasion.

“Let me remind you of what you’ve been missing,” he said as he quickly rolled her to the side and rolled her over on her stomach. He decided he needed her fully relaxed if it had “been a while” so he lowered himself to her ass and began to probe it with his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhhhh! Ooooohh!!” Lilly moaned loudly as she felt his tongue warming her nether hole. She had experienced this before, but not in a very long time and her body quickly relaxed to accept his tongue’s ardent probing. Her hips raised to meet him, and she felt his fingers return to her wet pussy again. “Yes?” she faintly begged. “Please?”

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Secret Hunger Ch. 03

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Part Three – Fascination

The reader is encouraged to read ‘Secret Hunger’ and ‘Secret Hunger II’ by Evie Zasse. And, as always, the author welcomes your comments.

Clare and Emily have captured each other’s hearts. They have professed their love for one another. Are they are ready to reveal their secret?

Emily’s mother Caroline saw Emily and Clare together one stormy night. She cannot get the image of the two girls out of her mind. She asked her mother for help with the stirrings she is feeling. Will she get what she wants or something else entirely?

Caroline and Jeanne

Wednesday afternoon Jeanne knocked on the back door of her daughter’s house.

When Caroline opened the door, Jeanne asked, “Are you alone?”

“Yes, Emily isn’t home from school yet, what’s up?” Caroline asked in return.

“Good, I need to talk to you, about the problem you asked me about.” Jeanne said.

“Yeah, look mom, I thought about it and maybe I should just leave it alone.” Caroline said looking up at her mother.

“Are you sure? You seemed pretty flustered the other day.” Jeanne said.

After a pause Caroline said, ” Yes, I mean no, I mean. Oh hell I don’t know what I mean.”

“Caroline, dear, if you want me to help, I will. But you have to understand that when I say I will help, I mean that ‘I’ will help. If you want to pursue these feeling that you are having, you need to really be sure because ‘I’ will be the one guiding you along. You will be experiencing those desires and craving with ME.” Jeanne said at length.

“You mean touching, and the rest with you, my own mother?” Caroline asked.

“Would you rather learn from a complete stranger?” Jeanne asked in return.

“No, It’d be better with you. Oh lord what am I saying. You’re asking me to be intimate with my own mother. Caroline almost cried.

“I’m not asking you anything. It’s not like we’re going to be lovers. I’m telling you, I can help you explore your feelings.” Jeanne stated.

“But, we will be like lovers. Isn’t that what being a lesbian is?” Caroline asked.

“Caroline, relax. I am lesbian, true. But I’m not a fanatic about it. I enjoy a man once in a while too. It’s more accurate to say I am a bisexual.” Jeanne said smiling. “And yes, if you want my help, we will be intimate with each other. But I’m not trying to seduce you.”

“I think I understand.” Caroline said, still sounding puzzled.

“Caroline, it’s your decision, think about it.” Jeanne said, and added “Call me in the next day or so when you make up your mind. I have this weekend free if you decide to start.”

Emily and Clare

Wednesday evening, Clare was waiting in the college parking lot for Emily to get out of class. When Emily say her standing by her car, she ran the last few steps and stood as close as she could get to her friend.

“How did it go?” Emily whispered in Clare’s ear.

“They’ll be ready Saturday after lunch.” Clare whispered back.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” Emily asked, knowing the answer before Clare could respond.

“I’m positive. I had a talk with my mom and dad last night. They think you’re terrific and they were actually kind of supportive.” Clare said softly, stepping back a few inches so she could see Emily’s face.

Emily raised her hand and brushed a loose strand of Clare’s hair back behind her ear. Clare threw her arms around Emily and they kissed tenderly. Several other students were walking through the parking lot, but the girls were past caring what others thought.

Caroline

Very early Thursday morning, about two a.m., Caroline picked up her cel phone and dialed.

“Hi mom.” Caroline said when her mother answered.

“Are you alright dear? What’s wrong?” Jeanne asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just couldn’t sleep.” Caroline said.

“So, there must be a reason you woke me up so early.” Jeanne prompted.

In a small, soft voice Caroline asked. “Mom, do you think we could start this weekend, maybe Friday evening?”

“Caroline, I’m happy that you’ve Avrupalı porno made your decision. This might be a turning point in your life. I’ll be over about eight, after dinner.” Jeanne told her daughter.

Caroline had a difficult time getting back to sleep. In her mind she kept seeing Emily and Clare, and herself in the same scenario with her mother. The images were disturbing, and curiously compelling, almost erotic.

Eventually she drifted off, thinking about the coming weekend.

The hand moving on her belly felt warm. She roused, not daring to move. She kept her eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly. The hand moved lower, covering the short, downy pubic hair on her mound, Caroline’s heart beat faster. She felt the hand rubbing over she slit and a single finger tracing that delicate opening. When the finger push between her pussy lips, she gasped and sat up. Caroline lifted her hand away from her body. She hadn’t touched herself like that in some time.

Jeanne

Friday afternoon, Jeanne took a long leisurely bubble bath. She carefully shaved her legs and all the little places that ladies keep smooth including her slightly rounded pussy mound. She didn’t think that her and Caroline would get anywhere near intimacy that evening, but she believed in leaving nothing to chance.

As she lounged in the warm soapy water, she wondered how her daughter would react. What they were going to do had a name. A somewhat derogatory name called incest. That alone made an otherwise ordinary girl to girl encounter so much more tantalizing and exciting. Jeanne was going to make love to her own daughter soon. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became, until she surrendered to urges and slipped a finger between the puffy lips of her pussy and found her large clit. She flicked the sensitive bud with her fingernail and rubbed it with her finger until she was caught up in the orgasm that flooded through her body. She lay there for several minutes, letting the warm bath water relax her. She stepped out of the tub and into the shower to wash her hair and rinse the suds from her body. As she was toweling herself dry, she glanced into the large mirror above her dresser. She saw a handsome middle aged woman with largish, heavy breasts. She saw a pleasantly rounded ass, sturdy hips and two shapely legs. Not too bad for a sixty-two year old, she thought.

Caroline

Friday afternoon, Caroline paced back and forth in her living room. She had showered twice and was thinking about a third time. She sat on the sofa and stood up again all in one motion. Caroline was frightened and anxious. As the hours crept by, her thought became more and more focused on what it would be like being in bed with her mother. Talking about things that she hadn’t even discussed with her late husband. How could she go through with this, it was crazy. Why was she having these visions, so sexual and graphic? She tried to be logical. Her mother was a lesbian. Her daughter was becoming a lesbian. Why couldn’t she enjoy the touch of another woman too? Maybe it was in her genes or DNA or whatever they called it. She couldn’t go ahead, it was wrong, especially with her mother. Why oh why was time dragging. She wanted to get started. She wanted to feel alive again. And she knew deep down inside, that her mother would show her the way.

Clare and Emily

Friday afternoon the girls met in the campus library. They sat at the same corner table they were at when they agreed to that first sleepover. With textbooks and note pads in front of them, they went through the motions of studying. Sitting close together no one could see them touching each other under the heavy table. And no one could hear the softly whispered voices.

“What are we doing tonight.” Emily asked.

“I thought we might relax in your room, maybe watch a movie and order a pizza.” Clare answered.

“And what else?” Emily kidded, smiling mischievously

“Well, now that you ask, I was thinking we could both Video porno use a shower.” Clare said, winking at her friend.

“We’d have to dry each other off.” Emily responded.

“I certainly wouldn’t want to go to sleep with wet hair.” Clare said, grinning broadly.

As if on cue, both girls looked around, and seeing no one near, they turned to each other and shared a quick kiss. I kiss that hinted at things to come later in the evening.

Jeanne

Friday evening, Jeanne, dressed in a dark calf length summer dress and beige silk blouse, drove the few miles to her daughter’s house. She thought about what Caroline might ask her and how she wanted to explain her own lifestyle. She had no doubts, calling on her own experiences, that she could calm Caroline’s fears. But would her daughter willingly agree to be intimate with her. Caroline had more reservations about sex in general than she did; much less a taboo and sin like incest. The thought of being able to make love to Caroline brought a smile to Jeanne’s face.

Clare

Clare drove the few block to Emily’s house and parked in front. She looped the handle of her totebag over her shoulder, picked up a large pizza box, and walked up the walkway to the front porch. Emil was sitting on the front steps waiting for her. When she entered the house, Caroline greeted her with a warm hug and took the pizza into the kitchen.

“Do you mind if we take our plates upstairs?” Clare asked. “I want to have Emily proofread an essay I have to hand in on Monday and then we can relax and put on a video.”

“Of course not.” Caroline answered. “Go have fun. Emily’s grandmother will be here soon and we’ll chat for a while anyway.

Caroline

Caroline returned to the living room and tried to watch the television. She had calmed down, at least outwardly. She thought again about changing clothes and just as quickly decided her jeans and polo shirt were fine. She was startled when she heard the doorbell and almost tripped getting up to answer it.

Jeanne and Caroline

When Jeanne came in, she hugged her daughter and dropped her overnight bag near the door. She followed Caroline into the living room and watched she sat on the sofa. She asked about Emily, and after hearing that the girls were already upstairs, she sat down next to Caroline.

“So. How do you feel?” Jeanne asked.

“Fine I guess. I just don’t know if I have it in me to, well, you know, this whole lesbian thing.” Caroline said.

“Let’s start right there.” Jeanne said taking her daughter’s hand. “I want to be clear about this. I am not a lesbian and I don’t think Clare and Emily are either.”

“But.” Caroline started to say as Jeanne cut her off by holding up her hand.

“I am bisexual. I prefer other women, but I most definitely enjoy being with a man occasionally.” Jeanne said.

“Real lesbians, if there really is such a thing, want nothing whatever to do with men. Most of the stories that you read, the pictures you see or the movies that you watch, are products of Hollywood. From what I have learned, probably one woman in four, at some time in their lives had an encounter with another woman. Some as teens, practicing how to kiss, some as college students, away from home for the first time and living with another girl. The point is, it’s not that unusual.” Jeanne said, waiting for Caroline’s reaction.

“So, I’m not going crazy thinking about this?” Caroline asked.

“Not at all. If you have feelings for another woman, just find a way to talk to her about it. She may feel the same way about you. But you’ll never know unless you try.” Jeanne said.

“Well how about those mental pictures I have of Clare and Emily when I substitute you and me,” Caroline asked, the words catching in her throat.

“That’s just your mind playing games. But if those feeling are real, that’s a totally different thing.” Jeanne said.

“I know, it’s dirty to even think about.” Caroline said softly, “But.” And her voice trailed off.

“Caroline, when you think about that, how does it make you feel. I mean are you scared that you wouldn’t like it, or scared that you would?” Jeanne asked.

“I don’t know. How would you feel?” Caroline threw the question back at her mother.

“Caroline. It’s a mother’s instinct to nurture and protect her children, especially girls. You know that from having Emily. You hold them to your breasts to give them life. You cuddle them, keep them warm and talk softly to them. If that is all you and I did, would it be dirty?” Jeanne asked.

“No, I suppose not.” Caroline answered.

” So what do you think would make it dirty, to use your words?” Jeanne asked, looking straight at her daughter.

“You, know, sex.” Caroline said.

“You mean kissing?” That doesn’t sound too bad. Or do you mean touching each other’s bodies. I’m touching you right now and it doesn’t seem to bother you.” Jeanne said, squeezing Caroline’s hand.

“Mom, you know exactly what I mean. Getting each other aroused sexually.” Caroline said.

“Well, it seems to me that you need to look deep inside of yourself and see if that is something that you want to do. I won’t say that it’s wrong or right. You’re an adult. But whatever you decide, I will always be here for you.” Jeanne said, and she mentally crossed her fingers.

Clare and Emily

Clare did give Emily an essay to proofread. While she was reading, Clare carefully got undressed, folding her clothes neatly and setting them on the desk chair. She then walked quietly over to the bed where Emily was reading, and sat down next to her. It took less than a minute for the essay to fall on the floor. Emily stood up and got undressed as she watched Clare move to the center of the bed. Emily crawled across the bed, her soft, ample breasts hanging down as she moved. Emily positioned herself so that her breasts were directly above Clare’s face. She bent down slightly, letting her breasts rub across Clare’s lips, teasingly. Clare opened her mouth and found one of Emily’s nipples. She sucked greedily causing Emily to moan in pleasure.

After a tantalizing few minutes, Emily moved further down Clare’s body. She wound up lying next to her, but in the opposite direction. Clare put her hands around Emily’s ass, and inched forward to lick her moist pussy. Emily in turn moved closer to Clare’s pussy and started to suck on her bald mound. It didn’t take long for both girls to start moving their hips as their orgasms built up and peaked.

All at once, Emily got up and went to the door. She listened for a moment and went back to the bed where she took Clare by the hand. Together, naked, they quickly walked the few steps down the hall to the bathroom. With the door locked, both girls got into the shower. The cascading warm water felt great. The soapy hands washing each other’s bodies felt even better. Slippery, sudsy finger traced soapy outlines on aureoles and nipples. They found there way between pussy lips and butt cracks. But finally the girls rinsed off, toweled each other dry, and made their way back to Emily’s bedroom.

Jeanne and Caroline

“Caroline. If you don’t mind, let me try a little experiment.” Jeanne said. “I want you to close your eyes. I’m going to kiss you lightly on the lips and I want you to tell me how it made you feel.”

“Ok, I can do that.” Caroline said.

Jeanne leaned forward and kissed her daughter, letting her lips linger for just a second.

“So. What did you feel?” Jeanne asked.

“Just the kiss.” Caroline said.

“No, inside. How did it make your body feel?” Jeanne asked. “Was in unpleasant?”

“I don’t know.” Caroline said.

“Well tell me this. Was it unpleasant enough that you don’t want to do it again?” Jeanne asked.

“Honestly, no. It wasn’t that bad.” Caroline admitted.

“Ok, one more thing and we’ll call it a night. We’re both tired. Ok?” Jeanne said.

“Close your eyes again.” Jeanne said.

Jeanne kissed her daughter again, just like the first time. But she also lifted her hand and gently touched one of Caroline’s breasts through her clothes. When she leaned back, she left her hand in place, She watched Caroline open her eyes and felt one of her hands cover hers, holding it on her breast.

To Be Continued

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