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Subject: {ASSM} How of Why (Part 1) (FF, Rom, Mast, Pedo Themes) story by Rachael Ross
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Copyright Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Story Codes: FFg, Inc, NC, Pedo, Rape, Violent

Part One contains: FF, Rom, Mast, Pedo Themes

Note: This story is intended for adults only. The author does not
necessarily condone nor promote any specific activity described herein.
No compensation was received for product placement in this text and no
animals were harmed in the creation of this document. Any comments of a
positive nature may be expressed to the author. Please provide a
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comments may also be sent to the author, but no address is required as
there will be no reply from said author.

Author's Note: I've been cranking right along, enjoying my vacation,
and exploring a career as a Sith Mistress. Obviously the Dark Side is
calling me, considering the tone and topic of my recent stories. I
blame Hollywood in general, and JarJar Binks in particular, for this
strange and unexpected corruption of my moral fiber. Only the collected
works of Shakespeare, resting even now beneath my mouse, gives me cause
for hope in these troubled times. rr Manila

ps Turn off your computer, go outside, and DO SOMETHING! This will
still be here later.

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The How of Why
fiction by rache

Part One
Introductions and Phone Calls

I saw her in the library, that big fancy one they got in Berrymore, and
I fell in love again. See, it wasn't the first time she'd caught my
eye. That first time I'd been working, maybe three or four weeks
previous. And I'd seen her then and my heart was going, you know? She
was one of these respectable types, you could see that right away. The
way she dressed, real nice like, and the way she moved...Like a cat.
But a shy one, a little soft tabby cat with no claws, I figured. But I
mighta been wrong about that. You decide.


I work in a library too, sorta. A bookstore, but we don't sell any
Steve King, or Annie Rice, or anything fancy like that. We sell adult
books, for adults, you know. Picture books and videos mostly, though
most of the videos are DVD now. Got a little arcade in the back and I
don't much care for that. The guys go back there, ugly dark guys,
always in the shadows it seems like. I don't care for guys a whole lot,
not since my rape.

Now, I'm not what you'd call educated. I admit that, but I do have a
mind of my own. And I suppose it may seem a little strange, me being a
young woman and all, working in an adult bookstore. But money is money,
and if you don't have any you find some. This little town don't have
but two bars, a diner, and a gas station...and a bookstore. That's
because they don't allow any bookstores like that in Berrymore. Not
since they passed the ordinance. So, folks from Berrymore drive an
extra 15 minutes and come here.

Anyway, after I was raped on my 14th birthday, my whole life went to
shit. I dropped out of school and got real depressed. I thought about
getting an abortion, but that'd be a sin, my Daddy figured. But he
didn't do nothing but stop me though. I had the baby, named her Jenny,
and *boom* he kicked us both out of his house. Said I could get welfare
and baby food for free now, so I didn't need to be eating his supper no
more. He wasn't my real Daddy anyway, and after my momma left him, he
just liked seeing me suffer, I think.

So, I found my own place. A little trailer and the state paid for most
of that. Gave me food stamps and baby food, just like Daddy predicted.
And my little girl kept growing, you know. They do that. I tried to get
rid of her a couple times, but the welfare lady said I'd lose all my
money. So, I kept her around and looked for a job.

I was seeing a shrink too, since I'd been raped and all. It didn't cost
me nothin, he came around. A head shrinker that makes house calls,
that's pretty cool. We'd talk and stuff and he'd check my baby, you
know. I cried a lot in those days, especially when we talked about what
happened that night. The doc suggested I should confront my fears. Sort
of fight 'em off in some way. I thought about that and it took awhile,
but about the time I turned 24 I figured ten years was a long time to
cry over a thing. So I saw the job and I took it. The therapy ain't bad
and I keep a shotgun under the counter, just in case Jenny's daddy
shows up. I ain't seen him since the night he raped me though, but I
ain't never gonna forget his face. I see it every night sleepin in my
house. He's all in my little girl.


So, I'm not exactly typical, you might say. That rape changed a lot of
things about me. I turned lesbian, that's for sure. I mean, maybe I was
before, but I don't think so. Afterwards though, after my baby was born
and I was lonely and wanted some company, I couldn't stand thinkin
about a man touching me. No way. But I needed it. Goddamn, I just
needed someone to touch me a little bit. And I met this girl, Donna,
and she didn't mind touching me none. After her come a few other ones,
mostly girls just passing through, really. Stopping in Berrymore for a
quick job, enough for a bus ticket someplace else. They didn't want no
attachments, just someone to touch. Like me.

I ain't bad lookin either. Some folks hear me say I been raped, and
livin in a trailer, and got a little girl, and work in a porn shop, and
they just figure I must be some white trash whore. Too much makeup,
dirty hair, wrinkles, fat, but that ain't none of me. I guess I dress a
little mannish. I like my boots and my jeans and my corduroy shirt, but
I like my frilly underwear too. My hair's blonde, but I wash it
everyday, and brush it, and it's nice. I got a pretty face, pretty
enough a lot of people look at me twice and smile. I have reasonable
boobs. I mean I did have a kid, but I was just 14 so most everything
went right back the way it was before. They don't sag none and I don't
have no roll of dough around my middle. My ass looks good in jeans,
tight jeans, and there ain't no sag there neither.

So don't go thinking I'm some kind of trailer park slut just cause I
can't spell too good, or use those big words. Hell, you're reading
this, ain't ya?

Okay then. I have a bit of a temper sometimes.

So, I was working. Sitting behind my counter and watching some TV,
trying to ignore the guys looking at me. You want to know something
funny? If I was a waitress, and I've been one so I know, I'd have my
butt pinched 16 times a day. I'd have assholes asking for my phone
number. Some guys would even flash their dicks under the table, askin
me if I wanted a real good tip. It all happened before...But workin in
that bookstore. Surrounded by sex everywhere. And I mean magazines with
glossy pictures showing everything! Those same guys will slink around
me like I was a minister in a pulpit or something. Mother fucking
Theresa, just waiting to pass judgment. Some of 'em won't buy a damn
thing, once they figure out they gotta talk to me. Well, there's a few,
you know, the showoffs who think I'm in there for more than $6.35 an
hour, but they are very, very few and I got my shotgun for them too.


But there's damn few women who come around. It just don't happen much
and when it does, they're mostly drunk and stumbling around giggling
with their boyfriends. Never alone. Except that one day, three or four
weeks back, when she came in. All by her lonesome and I fell in love.

======

I was frightened the whole time, from the minute I left work and locked
the library doors, until I was back at home, safe in bed with my new
treasure. Berrymore is a large town, but it isn't a city. Just a town
and the people who live here are rather conservative. As the City
Librarian I have a certain respectability to maintain, one that goes
beyond taking books like (Catcher In The Rye( out of circulation.

Our children. I say that like it's true, but it isn't. I don't have a
child of my own, although I suppose I could if I really wanted to. I'm
a woman, 23 and single, with a nice body, pretty face, and friendly
disposition. Men are interested in me and all through college I had to
turn down quite a few dates. So, sure, I could have a child, but
there's problems with that.

First off, I'm a lesbian. In the closet, to be sure, but totally and
irrevocably gay. Another thing is that a respectable woman in this part
of the country does not have a baby by herself. I'm reasonably sure I'd
lose my job rather quickly when people found out. And finally, most
importantly perhaps, is the simple fact that I cannot trust myself with
a child. With a female child particularly. I've known this
since...Ohhh, since I hit puberty at 13, I think. I have a serious and
almost overwhelming attraction for young girls. From preteens 8 or 9
years old, up through their early teens. Women attract me, obviously,
but in a different way and not as much as a 13 year old does, that's
for certain.

It is a lust that I feel. I won't pretend it's anything else, that
would be an insult. I don't love them, I don't even particularly care
about them as people. I just want their bodies, to touch and kiss...to
pinch and slap. I'm a sadist as well, you may as well know, since I am
bent on being truthful. The idea of making love with a young girl, to
me, includes some things outside the normal realm of sexual relations.
Even for lesbians.


With women of my own age, this is less a factor for some unknown
reason. I can, and have had, loving, sensual, and altogether
satisfactory relations with women. But a girl, a female child...There
is a switch deep within me that gets turned on. A dark and malevolent
switch that I can't deny or ignore. That's why I don't have a child.
Why I don't spend time alone with one if I can help it. I'm not sure
where I'd stop if I had complete and total access to a girl like that.

So, I have to find other outlets, and in a town like Berrymore, that
means taking a short drive. I hadn't been to the Adult Bookstore
before, but I'd heard about it. A den of evil and mischief, that was
the most common opinion. But maybe there was something there, something
useful to a woman like me, with evil mischief in her heart, because
that was certainly how I thought of myself. It took me a long time to
work up the nerve. What if someone saw me going in, or coming out? I'd
be ostracized by the community, run out on a rail before sundown. Yes
indeed, it took a few months before my lust had grown large enough to
outweigh my fear, but it finally did.

I parked in the back, where it was darker, and wrapped my big old
jacket around me, collar up. I had sunglasses too, for all the good
that would do. It was night, I'd probably walk into a wall, so I took
them off. I watched the back door for a long time, half an hour at
least, and saw no one. Maybe they were closed, I'd thought, but no.
This bookstore was always open at night, just as sure as the bars were.
I didn't even know if they'd have what I was looking for, I argued with
myself. But there was only one way to find out.

Inside it was brighter than I expected, but at least there were no
customers. Just a guy behind the counter, watching TV. He had long
blonde hair covering his face, and I couldn't really see what he looked
like, but I didn't really want to either. I wanted to look quickly and
carefully, finding what interested me, buying it, and making my getaway
before anyone who might recognize me could come in. I was all alone and
this was my chance.

I walked the long aisles, scanning the magazines first. They were
sorted by category, I realized, and it didn't take long to find the
large collection of lesbian material they had. I looked at the titles,
shocked at some of them, the rudeness of it, the crudity, they couldn't
be serious. But mostly I looked at the pictures, the covers. I wanted
youth. The younger the better. Models over 18 made up to look much
younger than 18, that was my interest. Surprisingly there was more of
that than I thought there'd be.


I had a hard time deciding, actually, but settled on three and only
three, because they were expensive, ridiculously so. I had one called
"Susie's First Dildo" featuring golden haired Susie with an older
girl, her sister apparently. Another was "Maggie Likes 'em Young" in
which an older woman was surrounded by three very young looking girls.
And finally, "Asian Sluts in Chains" which had the youngest looking
girl I'd seen on any of the covers. I swear she didn't look older than
13 or 14, chained and ready for some oriental BDSM ritual. That one was
all solo shots of the models, but the others promised hardcore XXX girl
action. I'd have to take their word for it, they were wrapped in
plastic.

I looked at my watch and decided to spend 5 more minutes looking, and I
headed to the DVD section. I was so nervous by then, my mouth was dry
and my heart was pounding. The movies were more interesting, and more
expensive, and I found several I wanted. But I decided to just get one
and I picked something called "Pink Velvet  The Innocence of Lesbian
Love" and while the girls didn't look all that young, they were
exceedingly beautiful, very European and very far removed from my
little town.

I took my magazines and video to the counter and that was when I
received a real shock. The guy behind the counter wasn't a guy at all!
She was a woman, about the same age as me, and quite attractive despite
the clothes she wore. She looked like, I don't know, a lumberjack or
something. A construction worker, except she couldn't have weighed more
than a hundred pounds. She looked at me too and for a second there was
a connection, but I was already nervous, and perhaps she hadn't
expected it either. So, neither of us did anything to pursue it,
although later on the drive home, and especially in my bed watching the
video, I wished I had.

She rangup my purchase, and I paid cash. She put them in a dark
plastic bag and I gave a little smile before practically running out of
the place. It was over just that quick. Now I just had to get home
without crashing. Oh, the thoughts that go through a girl's head! What
if I got in an accident and the sheriff found me, dazed and confused
and sitting with 75 dollars worth of lesbian porn? Wouldn't that be
funny? No...I drove extra carefully, as if I had more to lose now than
I'd had before.


And later, finding the magazines interesting, but not quite enough to
feed my dark urges, I put the video in. I watched it, with the sound
turned way down, and rubbed my clit while young beautiful girls, 18 or
19 maybe, kissed and hugged and made love. And I thought about that
woman in the bookstore, dressed like a man and yet so...pretty. So
feminine underneath that poor camouflage. What was she doing working in
a place like that, and why was she in my halflidded dreams now, about
to make me cum all over my fingers?

======

Maybe some folks are just fated. You ever think that? I knew me and
that librarian were fated the second I walked into the library and seen
her. I wasn't looking for her, not by a long shot, but there she was.
Waiting for me.

I'm not sure she recognized me at first. I was going to see the welfare
people, turn in my pay stubs and such. But they close for lunch and the
only place open that didn't cost money was the church and the library.
I didn't figure God would mind if I went in the library and read a
magazine. The preacher wouldn't mind either and I knew that for a fact.
He'd come into the bookstore four times, as I recall it. Three times
alone to buy somethin, and once with his little flock of sheep to
protest somethin. Sex, I guess. I didn't mind it anyway, and he
appreciated my discretion to the tune of twenty dollars cash money.

Anyhow, I wasn't wearing working clothes. I'd dressed nice, the way I
do when I come into Berrymore proper. I had a yellow sundress that I
liked a lot. I hardly ever got to wear it though, so I did when I had a
chance to, like that day. And a little bit of makeup, just lipstick
really. I'm not much of one for cosmetics. They cost too damn much for
the use I get out of 'em. And some high heels, real ones too, not the
ones that break as soon as you walk out the door. I got these at
Payless and they were nice and black and pushed my butt out the way I
liked.

Like I said before, I'm not real book smart, but I got some sense. It
ain't really common sense, you know, otherwise everybody'd have it.
That guy who wrote Tom Sawyer said that, I think, but don't quote me.
Part of that sense was knowing what I needed to say to the woman in the
library. I'd let her get away before, mostly because she surprised me.
But not this time.

"Hi." I smiled at her, because I knew she didn't recognize me at first.
She had a little name tag that said 'Emily' and below that 'City
Librarian' which I took to mean she was the only one.

"Hello." She said before she even looked up. "Can I help you?" And then
she did and I looked into her wild green eyes.


There was a pause then. One of those dramatic kind, when everything in
the world gets real quiet like. Her eyes got real wide and then she
looked down, turning red all over. It was a sight to see.

"I'm Angie." I was still smiling and I wished she'd look up again, but
she kept lookin down. I figured she was just shy, like I was sayin
before, but I knew we had something between us. I'd felt it at the
bookstore and I'd prepared a little something for this meeting.

Now, I don't think I'm psychic at all, but I could be. Who knows, huh?
But somethin somewhere, in my head I guess, had told me to do what I'd
done. That's the only thing I can say. I didn't know that I'd see her
again, or where I(d be if(n I did, but I had a hunch.

I reached into my purse and opened my wallet, pulling out a photograph.
It was a recent one, just a couple weeks old. I'd used the Polaroid
just for this woman, this here Emily the Librarian. I wrote my phone
number on the back, using the pen on her desk there, and I could tell
she was watchin me too. But she didn't look up. I pushed that picture,
face down towards her and I shrugged a little.

"You be careful with that." Was all I said, whisperin it cause I didn't
want to embarrass her. Folks already knew I was the girl who worked the
porn place, so me just talkin to the woman was gonna get around.
Anything else was askin for trouble.

I was trustin the woman, that was a fact. I don't trust a whole lotta
people neither. There(s my shrink, the welfare lady and...Stan, the
fella that owns the bookstore, I guess, and that was about it. But I
was depending on that woman, a total stranger, to keep the biggest
secret I had so far...Although, I weren't exactly sure what that secret
was at the time.

======

That the woman from the bookstore was in my library came as a lightning
bolt out of the blue. I didn't even realize it was her at first, she
was dressed so differently. The dress she wore was thin, too thin
probably, and I could see the dark hardness of her nipples just in
front of me. I doubted she was even aware of it. And her legs, they
were wonderful and long. Why did she ever hide them, I wondered?


I wanted to say something, anything. But I was afraid of her for some
reason. She knew my secret, she'd seen what I'd bought. Surely she had
an opinion on that! I was sure she was gay, or at least bisexual, but
I didn't know what she was up to. Was she hitting on me? Did she want
to blackmail me? And what would I say to her? That I'd masturbated
thinking about her? That I'd felt some strange connection when I'd
caught her soft blue eyes in that store...And now, standing in front of
me. How could I tell her that I wanted to see her, without telling the
entire town?

And then the photo. So it was blackmail, I thought. She had a picture
of me in her bookstore, probably from a surveillance camera or
something. She wasn't hitting on me. She didn't feel any connection.
She was some cheap whore that peddled porn and now she saw the chance
to make a quick dollar. It made me a little angry, sure, but more than
that I was disappointed. I stared at her back as she walked away. I
watched her ass move seductively as she strutted out of the library on
those fuckme pumps she wore. I hated her right then.

The picture. I very nearly ripped it into a hundred pieces, but what
would be the use? She'd have another, and another, and a dozen after
that. Where would it end? With me broke and out of a job, probably. I
sighed bitterly, cursing my weakness and my reasons for going to that
bookstore in the first place. It wasn't fair. I was afraid I was going
to cry, so I grabbed the picture and walked back into the little room I
used to repair old books. I sat on the stool at the bindery bench,
still holding the picture and finally, as if punishing myself, looked
at it.

I stared at it, licking my lips and then suddenly sitting up. I closed
the door, moving a couple heavy boxes against it, since it had no lock.
The photograph. I sat back down, holding it carefully and staring. It
was of a girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old, I couldn't be sure. Definitely
just about ready to enter puberty, but not quite there yet. She was
naked, laying on a bed, an adult(s bed I thought, for no real reason.
Her breasts were just small bumps on a her chest, with little dark
nipples sticking out. Her legs were spread, exposing a sweet hairless
pussy. No details were visible, just her slit, but it was lovely like
that. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, long blonde hair, straight
like her...Mother's?


I gasped as the realization struck me. Was this girl the woman's
daughter? This Angie who worked in an adult bookstore? Could she have a
daughter this old? This beautiful? I couldn't help myself, I had my
skirt up around my hips and my panties down around my knees. I fingered
myself to several quick orgasms while I looked at the girl, wondering
and wishing. She was the one, this girl, the one I wanted, and her
mother, the woman...I wanted her as well. Both of them, together, my
heart was screaming and I shoved two fingers in my steaming cunt hard,
twisting them as another great cum swept over me.

It had to be, I thought. Why else would she give me this picture? It
certainly wasn't one of herself, even an old one. There were subtle
differences between Angie and this girl, her nose, the shape of her
chin. But the eyes, and the hair...Even the smile, especially
that...Those were all gifts from Angie, they had to be. And she was
offering this girl to me, this gorgeous preteen. The mother, giving me
the daughter, a child I'd always dreamt of and never thought I could
have. Was I asking too much? My mind was in a whirl, trying to
understand it all.

I closed the library at 5pm sharp, and almost breathlessly walked the 3
and half blocks to my house. I clutched my purse, and the photo it
contained, closely to my breast, as if someone might snatch my dreams
away. Once inside I picked up the phone, punching the buttons slowly,
carefully, and completely uncertain as to what I might say when Angie
answered.

"Hello?" The voice was soft and sweet and young. It was the child's, I
realized immediately, the girl in the picture and I stared at it as I
listened to her sweet voice.

"Helloooo?" She repeated, sort of singsong this time.

"Hi." I willed myself to calm down. "Is your mother home?"

"Nope. Who's this?" The girl was crunching something in her mouth, like
potato chips, I imagined.

"This is a friend of hers, Emily, from the library." I smiled, even
though she couldn't see it.

"Oh. I remember you." She said and I was taken off guard a little.

"Really? How's that?"

"From my school last year, we went there and you helped me get a book.
Charlotte's Web, remember?"

I didn't remember that specifically, but I help a lot of girl's find
books too. "Oh, sure. By E.B.White. How did you like it?"

"It was good, but kinda long." She admitted, and I stared at her naked
body, so beautiful in her picture.

I laughed softly. "What's your name, dear. I'm afraid I forget things
sometimes."

"That's okay. My mom forgets lots of stuff when we go to the grocery
store." She was giggling too. "I'm Jenny."

"Oh, right. With blonde hair, real long and pretty! I remember you."

"Yeah." She agreed happily. "You told me that before too. You liked my
hair."

"It is very beautiful. You're a beautiful young woman, Jenny." I
swallowed as I felt my pussy growing damp, my clit starting to burn.
"How uh, how old are you now? You must be 13 already."

She laughed at that. "Nah, I'm just 12, but my birthdays next summer.
Mom says I can get a new bike if I'm good."

"Oh, that'll be nice."

"My old one's broke."

"You know, Jenny, I have a bike here, it's almost brand new, but if you
wanted to use it until your birthday, you can." I didn't have a bike,
but I'd buy one if this girl wanted me to. I'd do anything for her.

"Really? Wow! Cool!" She was almost gushing over the phone and so was
I, but in a different way, down between my legs. "I'd have to ask my
mom though."

"Oh sure." I nodded to myself. "I'll ask her if it's okay when I talk
to her, how about that?"

"Okay, yeah." She was smiling, I just knew it.

"What are you doing right now, Jenny? I mean before you started talking
to me?"

"Nothing." She sighed. "Just watching some TV. It's pretty boring here
mostly."


"Oh, I know." I agreed, my voice full of sympathy. "It's boring here
too. I don't even have anyone to talk to here."

"Me neither." She told me. "Mom's working so I have to stay inside by
myself."

"Oh, she leaves you there alone when she goes to work?" I was a little
surprised at that.

"Yeah, mostly. But I don't mind too much, I'm pretty grown up now." She
sounded so proud that I had to smile. "When I was little I cried a lot,
but that just made mom mad."

"Yeah, it's hard being little." I told her. "Hard being a mom too
though. Hey, you know I'm here alone every night, so anytime you get
lonely you can just call me, if you want to."

"Oh yeah, okay." She giggled a little. "But I don't know your phone
number!"

"Here, do you have a pencil?" I waited until she said she did. "Okay
it's 2896126 and you can give that phone number to your mom too, okay?
I really want to talk with her sometime."

"Why?" Jenny asked and that stumped me for a second.

"Well, because we met in the library today and I liked her a lot." I
wasn't exactly sure what to say, really.

"Oh." The girl almost made it sound like she was disappointed.

"What is it, Jenny?"

"I thought maybe you wanted to talk to her about me." She said and I
blinked hard.

"Uh, why would you think that, dear?" Was she a mind reader?

"Because mom took my picture before and said it was for a friend of
hers." The girl said.


I forgot to breathe for a long 15 seconds and Jenny apparently thought
I was waiting for something more.

"It was a funny picture though, cause I didn't have no clothes on." She
giggled and I felt a wave of intense heat flooding through me.

"SShe did?" I stammered slowly. "And you...Didn't mind?"

"Nah, it was funny. Mom always does weird stuff." The girl was
laughing. "She said it's a secret though, like the other stuff. Did she
give you the picture?"

"Uh, yeah, Jenny, she did." I was feeling dizzy and my pussy was
soaked. The girl was smiling in her photo, a 12 year old, spreading her
legs and smiling happily, just for me. "I...I'm looking at your picture
right now."

"Okay. I didn't think you'd like it."

"No, uhuh, Jen. I love it very much, thank you." I reached down, under
my skirt and started rubbing my itching cunt through my panties. "What
um, what other stuff did you mean?"

"Huh?"

"You said the picture was a secret, like some other stuff." I was
barely breathing. "Do you want to tell me about that too?"

"Ummm...Okay, I guess so since you got my picture."

"Oh yesss, honey. I got it." I whispered.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing Jen...So what other stuff do you do that's funny?"

"Me and my mom?" She paused, thinking about it. "We sleep together
mostly. That's one thing."

"Sleep together? You mean in the same bed?" My pussy was burning and I
was undressing one handed.


"Yeah. I don't know why that's a secret though." The girl giggled. "I
like it, but mom sleeps naked so maybe that's why."

"She does?" I laughed a little too. "Well, that's okay. I do that
sometimes too."

"Yeah, me too."

"It's nice sleeping without clothes sometimes, isn't it? I bet it feels
good snuggling up with your mom like that."

"Oh yeah, she's really hot mostly. And she likes to hug me."

"Well, you're both so pretty, Jenny. I'd like to hug you too." I had my
panties off finally and I rubbed my clit slowly, sinking down to sit on
the floor as I talked with the girl.

"Really? Hugging is nice." She agreed. "Kissing too, but it's sort of
weird too."

"Kissing?" I licked my lips, imagining they were hers. "Kissing is
really nice. Does your mom kiss you?"

"What? Yeah, of course." Jenny laughed like it was a stupid question,
which I guess it was. "Mostly before I go to school."

"Oh, sure." I sighed, just a little. "I thought you meant at night
sometimes."

"Yeah, then too. But just sometimes. She says we can't do it all the
time."

"Oh? If I was your mom, I'd kiss you every night, Jenny."

"Me too!" She was giggling. "You're pretty nice."

"Thank you, you're nice too."

"Do you know how to movie kiss?" The girl asked.

"Ummm...I don't know. What's a movie kiss?"


"Mom showed me, it's like how they kiss in the movies. The really long
ones, you know?"

"Yeah, I know about that."

"It feels funny though. Makes my tongue tickle sometimes." She laughed
again, a sound I could never tire of, I'd decided. (And I get the itch
too.(

"So you movie kiss with your mom, I see. That's neat." I paused a
heartbeat. "Would you like to movie kiss with me sometime, Jenny?"

"I don't know. Mom said I wasn't sposed to do it with anybody except
her."

"Oh, I understand. Maybe after I talk to your mom she'll say it's
okay." I suggested.

"Yeah, maybe." Jen agreed.

"So then we could movie kiss and it would be our secret too, right?"

"A secret?"

"Well, some people have funny ideas about people kissing like that." I
wasn't sure how to explain that I could probably go to jail just for
having this conversation with her.

"Oh yeah, I know." She was trying to sound grownup. "My mom told me
that other people don't like it when two girls movie kiss. But she said
it's okay cause she's my mom."

"Well, it's okay if the two girls are friends too." I told her. "And
we're friends, right?"

"Uhhuh, yeah. I don't have very many friends."

"Do you have a best friend, Jenny?"

"Ummmm...No, not since Karen moved away. She was my best friend
before."


"I see. Well, I don't have a best friend either. We could be best
friends, if you want."

"Me and you?" I couldn't tell if she liked that idea or not.

"Yeah. If we were best friends we could do all kinds of stuff."

"Could we go camping? I want to go, but mom doesn't like it. She says
there's too much bugs and stuff. But I went camping before with Karen
and it was fun. We roasted marshmallow's and things."

I was chuckling at her enthusiasm and I had to agree. "Of course we can
go camping. I used to go camping when I was a little girl sometimes. We
can make s'mores, do you know what those are?"

"Uhhuh, marshmallows and chocolate. It's good." She was smiling, I
could tell.

"And graham crackers, yeah. They are good." I was fingering myself
slowly. "And after that we can sleep in our tent."

"Yeah in sleeping bags!"

"Uhhuh..." I agreed. "But it gets kind of cold, so maybe we could
sleep together, like you and your mom. Would that be okay?

"Yeah, that's what me and Karen did. But not like me and mom, cause we
had pajamas on."

"I don't have any pajamas." I laughed. "So maybe I could just sleep in
my underwear."

"Or naked!" Jenny laughed.

"Yeah, or naked maybe." I was getting desperate to cum, and thinking
about crawling naked into a sleeping bag with the girl was driving me
crazy inside. "What time does your mom come home, Jenny?"

"I don't know, pretty late. I have to go to bed at eight o'clock and
she comes home after that. If I don't go to bed and she finds out, I
get a spanking." She didn't sound to happy about that.

"A spanking?" I breathed softly. "Well, sometimes people need
spankings."

"That's what my mom says too. But the only one who ever spanked her was
my Aunt Carol."

"Who's Aunt Carol, Jenny?"

"Oh, she wasn't really my aunt, she was just mom's best friend. But I
called her that mostly because she stayed here sometimes."

"I see. Did she uh, movie kiss with you?"

"No, my mom said she could, but she didn't want to. But she did it with
mom a lot." She didn't sound too happy with Aunt Carol. "Aunt Carol
stayed in my mom's room mostly, so I had to sleep by myself."

"Ohhh...I see." I guessed Jenny got a little jealous. "Well, if I ever
stay at your house, you can sleep with your mom and I'll sleep in your
bed, okay?"

"Really?" She giggled. "My bed is little though!"

"I'm not very big, Jenny and besides, I bet your bed is soft too."

"Yeah." the girl agreed. "Hey, maybe me and you could sleep together in
my bed!"

"Ahhh..." I was fucking myself harder now, sliding two fingers in and
out of my slippery cunt easily, looking at the girl in the photo and
listening to her high soft sexy voice.

"Are you okay, Emily?" The little girl asked me, a little concerned by
the short gasping sounds I was making over the phone.

"Ohh...yes, Jen..." I replied breathlessly. "I uhhh...just like talking
to you soooo, mmm...so much Jen."

"I like talking to you too." She giggled.


I rubbed my clit with my wet fingers, making hard little circles around
it with my fingertips, I was going to cum any second. The sound of my
excitement was undeniable, I was moaning and my breath came in short,
ragged gasps.

"I...wish I was...wwith you...right now..." I managed to say softly.

"Me too!" She agreed enthusiastically. "You sound funny, are you
exercising?"

I wanted to tell Jenny the truth so badly right then. Tell her how I
was fucking myself silly, imagining us together in her little bed.
Picturing the girl beneath me, sucking my pussy while her mother
watched...That was the thought, the image that pushed me over and I
couldn't answer the child, all I could do was moan a long
"Yessssssssssssss...Oh God, Jennnnnn! I'm cuhhhummmming!"

"Huh?" She was laughing, I vaguely realized. "You're gonna come to my
house?"

And all I could do was sit there, unable to breathe, practically
drooling on the phone I could barely hold in my trembling hand. Oh yes,
Jenny, I promised myself silently, I was coming over to visit you soon,
very soon.

====

It was slow at the bookstore, which ain't so unusual for the middle of
the week. Friday and Saturday's our busy times. That didn't bother me
none. Less mess to be cleanin up later back in the arcade. I put paper
towels back there, and there's little trash buckets in every booth, but
men are just pigs by nature. They shoot their stuff anywhere, even on
the little TV screens. I hate cleaning that shit up.

I called Jenny just before eight, like I always do, unless I forget. I
raised her so I wouldn't have to be babysittin all the time. She didn't
appreciate it none in the beginning, since it took a lot of spankings
and such to learn her right. But she got some brains, that kid, and
that helped. I like to keep track of her though, make sure she wasn't
burnin the damn trailer down or fuckin some guy in my bed. She mighta
been just 12 years old, but I already seen the guys sniffin around her
ass like dogs and it weren't gonna be long before the little bitch went
into heat.

"Hey mom." Jenny sounded happy. Mostly she just sounded bored when I
called, tonight she was happy and that always got my suspicions up.

"What'cha doin?"


Least I didn't have to worry about her lyin to me yet. She had a good
fear of that little sin. "I'm getting ready for bed. I was watchin some
TV mostly and talkin to Emily."

"Huh?" I didn't expect that, but I wasn't overly worried none. I'd give
the woman the picture for a reason. I was pretty interested in what
they'd talked about, though. "You mean the lady works at the library?
What'd she say?"

"She's nice. She said you gave her my picture, too." Jenny was just
talkin happily away. "She remembered me and everything, from when she
got me that book before. She was lookin for you, but I said you was
working and so she just talked to me."

"Okay." I bet Emily remembered my girl real good when she saw the
picture. "What all did ya talk about?"

"Just stuff. She said she had a bike she could give me! Can I have it
mom, please? She said it's almost new and she don't ever ride it.
Please, mom?"

"We'll see." I promised. "You been good lately, so maybe. Did she ask
you about that picture?"

"Kinda." Jenny didn't sound sure. "She said it was nice and she liked
lookin at me. She was exercising or something too."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Emily. She was breathing hard and stuff, sort of making funny noises.
She said she was coming too, but she didn't ever get here. You think I
should stay up and wait for her, mom?"

"She said she was cummin?" I laughed. "She meant she was feelin good,
Jen, that's all. Remember bout I told ya when girls feel good and they
cum sometimes?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorta." Jenny agreed, but she hadn't really understood it
yet.


"Well, that's what Emily was doin, she was feelin good cause she was
talkin to you and that made her cum." I sighed a little cause I sensed
I was confusing the child. "It's hard explainin all over again on the
phone. Maybe when you see Emily you can ask her about it, okay?"

"Okay, mom." She paused a heartbeat. "Why do they call it that?"

"What?"

"Cumming. Why do people call it that?"

I had a good chuckle and shook my head a little. "I dunno, Jen. I
reckon it just sounds better(n goin. We'll talk about it later. You
need to get your butt into bed. You cook anything?"

"Just some soup."

"Make sure you do your dishes good, I don't want any mess when I get
home. And don't you wait up, neither. I wanna see your ass under the
blankets, understand me?"

"Yeah mom, I already did it. Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Why, somethin wrong with yours?"

"No!" She laughed.

"You got the itch?" I asked.

"Uh, sorta. When I was talkin to Emily I was sorta itchy."

I bet she was. The itch was what we'd taken to callin those funny
feelings a girl gets when she starts getting older. That little bit of
warmth between her legs, the bit of ache in her boobs, like they're
tryin to grow up all of a sudden. Sometimes it happens for no good
reason at all. Other times it happens cause you see somethin you like.
And once in awhile it happens cause you're talkin to somebody you think
you just might love. Jenny was gettin the itch more and more lately,
since her birthday, and I'd scratch it for her sometimes. Sounded like
she was hoping for a scratch when I got home.

"Alright then, go sleep in my bed. But don't you be hoggin the sheets
or I'm gonna wake you up."

That girl giggled sweet, I bet Emily had the itch bad after talkin to
Jenny. "Okay mom, I won't. I love you."

"Okay, girl. Make sure you brush your teeth, huh?"

"Yeah. Oh, wait..."

"What?"

"Emily gave me her phone number, she said to give it to you. Do you
want it?"

I wrote the number down and said goodnight to my girl and sold a
Hustler to some kid who couldn'ta been more than 16 or so. He looked
terrified. "You go on, now." I told him. "Next time you come in though,
I'm gonna card you." He nodded and run out the back clutching his
magazine. I didn't really care none, a kid's gotta cum same as a
grownup, I figured. Least he wasn't out rapin his girlfriend.

I dialed the phone around nine thirty, figurin anything much later
would be rude.

"Hello?" She had a nice voice, just like in the library that morning,
soft and sweet.

"Hi Emily."

"Oh. Angie. Hi." She sounded surprised I'd be callin her. "Are you,
um...off work already?"

"No, I'm still workin. I called Jenny, making sure she's goin to bed
okay and she told me you called."

"Oh, yeah." Emily sounded a little nervous and it made me smile.

"She said you had a nice talk."

"Yeah she's, uh, Jenny's real nice." The woman agreed.

"I knew you'd like her."

"She said um, that you took her picture just...just for me." Her voice
was almost a whisper. "Why would uh, why would you do that?"

"Because I figured you'd like it." I took a little breath. "I...I've,
been thinking bout you. Ever since you come into the store."

"You have?" She felt it too, I could hear it in her voice. "I've been
thinking about you too. I mean, ever since I saw you, I just, I
didn't..."

"I know." I let my breath out. "Can I come over?"

"Over here? My place?"

"Yeah. I'll close up early. I really want to see you."

"Yes." There was a little swallowing sound. "I live on Elm street, 304,
it's right on the corner there."

"I'll find it." I promised. "Just give me bout an hour, okay?"

"Okay. I'll turn on the porch light."

"Okay. Bye Emily."

"Bye Angie."

======

I couldn't believe she'd called me so soon. Or that she was coming
over! Angie, beautiful Angie, the mother of the little girl I'd spoken
to just a couple hours before. She'd been thinking about me, she'd
said. I knew what she meant, I understood it completely. It was that
connection we'd felt, right from the first. My heart seemed to beat a
little faster and I took a deep breath and looked around at the little
house I lived in. I needed to get ready!

I'd straightened everything up, made my kitchen neat, vacuumed the
living room, even dusted, almost frantically. I wanted Angie to like me
so badly, to come into my house and be impressed somehow. It was
foolish, I know, a little juvenile even, but what else could I do? I
cleaned my bedroom, changing the sheets, and everything. I took a
shower, a quick one, glancing at the clock every chance I had. Angie
was coming.


I had Jenny's photo on my night stand, just laying there, waiting for
me to use it. I'd masturbated again, after the girl and I had hung up
our phones. I'd lain in my bed, holding her picture and reliving our
conversation, rubbing myself to orgasm. I'd do it again too, or so I'd
known before the child's mother had called. I'd go to bed and make love
to Jenny again and again in my head, staring at her picture. I held it
briefly, wondering what I should do with it and decided I'd leave it
right where it was, next to my bed. Angie plainly understood me well
enough, she wouldn't be surprised at all.

When the doorbell rang I was barely dressed and that almost sent me
into a panic. How could I have forgotten to get dressed? The mind works
in strange ways, often missing the most obvious, and all I could do was
grab my bathrobe, tying it around my waist. What would Angie think, I
wondered? Being greeted by me like that. Did it seem too...aggressive?
Too intentional an invitation? Why, oh why, did I worry so much?

I opened the door and Angie was there, smiling. I suppose I'd expected
her to be dressed as she'd been the first time I'd seen her, working in
the bookstore, but she wasn't. She was wearing a skirt, a simple white
one that fell midthigh and had little pleats pressed into it. She had
a dark top, like a tshirt, that hugged her body tightly, showing off
her full breasts and narrow waist nicely. Her long blonde hair was
loose and recently brushed, and she wore just a hint of lipstick, not
too red. Angie stood in the same high heel shoes she'd worn earlier,
holding her purse by the strap with both hands, and the entire effect
was incredibly sexy.

And I was standing there with damp hair, no makeup, and an old
bathrobe. I groaned inwardly at myself, but Angie didn't seem to notice
anything wrong.

"Hi. Sorry I'm late, I went home first." She looked down at herself,
perhaps feeling a little nervous as well. "I wanted to change first."

"Hi. You look great." I felt a little dazed, actually, a little
overwhelmed. I could smell the woman's perfume, just a little too
strong, a touch too sweet for her. "Uh, come in." I stood aside as
Angie nodded and walked into my living room, looking around politely. I
watched her legs, her ass beneath her skirt, and it was nice. I closed
the door and turned off the outside light.

"This is nice." Angie said.


"Thanks. Do you want something to drink? Um, I could make some coffee
or, there's some dietcoke in the refrigerator."

"Oh, ummm...no, that's okay." She'd turned to face me and we just
looked at each other. She was incredibly beautiful.

"Alright." I nodded. I had no idea what to say, really.

We stood there a little awkwardly, just looking at each other. We both
wanted to talk, but this was a little outside our previous experiences,
I think. The girls I'd been with had been friends first, and later
they'd become lovers. I'd never picked up a woman, or let myself be
picked up. I wasn't that bold. And Angie, she seemed stronger, the more
confident of the two of us, yet she hesitated as well.

"Do you want to sit down?" I suddenly remembered some manners and the
woman looked at my sofa, more a love seat really, and nodded. We sat
down together, sitting very close, and turned slightly towards each
other. My heart was in my throat.

"I've had some girlfriends." Angie said, as if answering an unasked
question.

"Me too." I nodded quickly. "In college."

"I didn't get to college." She shrugged like it didn't matter and went
back to what she wanted to tell me. "Mostly the women were just passing
through, you know?"

"One night stands?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yeah. Like that." Her eyes were so blue I thought I was looking at the
sky. "I got my little girl, Jenny and most of them don't...well," She
gestured a little helplessly, looking down at her hands. "They ain't
looking for a family."

"I understand." I said softly. Women could be an awful lot like men
sometimes.

Angie looked like she had more to say, a lot more, but when she looked
up again, her eyes stared into mine and there was such...feeling, raw
emotion in them, it almost frightened me. "I ain't never been in love
before." She whispered.


There was a fear of rejection there, I realized. Angie was confessing
everything with that simple sentence and waiting for me to pass
judgement, of one sort or another. She probably felt a little insecure
by her background, although I didn't know the particulars. It seemed
plain that she'd grown up in a different environment than I had. A
certain distrust would be natural, the same way it had been natural of
me to be suspicious of her earlier, before I'd looked at the photo.

"Can we..." Her voice faultered.

I wanted to touch her cheek with my fingers, and my hand moved
slightly, but I resisted and my lips moved of their own accord. "Do you
want to make love to me?" I had meant to say something else, but I
forgot what it was when Angie nodded slowly.

"More than anything." She told me and then her hand was on my face, her
palm against my cheek, caressing me and I tilted my head, like a
kitten, pressing against it and sighing softly.

Angie's hand held me, just with the touch of it, and she leaned towards
me, her mouth finding mine. I opened for her, both of us taking it
slowly, tenderly, and her kiss was electric. I melted into it, my whole
body seemingly concentrated in that sudden link between us. Her tongue
slipped into my mouth and we just kissed, her hand still on my face,
for a long minute.

"Where's your bedroom, Emily?" The woman finally whispered as our lips
parted briefly.

We kissed again before I could answer, our tongues playing between us,
our lips barely touching.

"There." I breathed senselessly. And then I smiled as Angie rose,
lifting me with her and following me as I watched her over my shoulder.
I trusted my feet to guide me, unable to keep from looking at the
woman, as if she might disappear somehow before we reached my bedroom
and the promises waiting therein.


I let her be the more aggressive, a role she didn't mind, and her hands
slipped inside my robe quickly, finding my bare breasts and squeezing
them as she looked down, into my eyes. I moved my own hands to her
hips, just resting them there, squeezing her ever so gently through her
clothing. It was like a dance almost, the two of us like that at the
foot of my bed. When she kissed me again, leaning down, it seemed the
most perfect and natural thing in the world and I gasped into her sweet
mouth as she worked my nipples into twin points of burning desire. They
were hard and aching beneath her fingers, her thumbs rubbing me raw.

"Lie down." She whispered, pushing me slightly so that I sat and then
lay down on my bed, my legs bent at the knees so my feet were on the
floor.

Angie leaned over me, kissing down my face and neck, down to my
breasts. She sucked my nipples tenderly, first the left and then the
right, squeezing the firm globes of my breasts with her hands. I could
only watch, sighing and licking my lips. Her mouth moved lower, her
hands opening my robe as she went, exposing my stomach to her kisses,
and lower still, pulling at my panties and revealing the lightly furred
sex between my thighs. She smiled at me, and kissed the little mound
above my slit.

"You're so beautiful, Emily." She murmured and then she was there, her
lips touching my pussy, her tongue licking along my labia slowly.

I spread my legs wider, whispering soft words of encouragement as the
woman began eating my pussy slowly. There was no hurry for us, we had
all the time in the world it seemed, and it was wonderful. Her tongue
found my clit, flicking across it rapidly, and then more slowly,
teasing it to throbbing ecstasy. Angie's hands were on my thighs,
massaging and prodding the softness there, and occasionally she'd turn
her head, kissing at the soft hollows inside. It felt so good and I
played with my breasts while she brought me closer and closer to
orgasm.

"Oh!" I gasped suddenly as she pushed my legs up slightly, exposing my
anus and her tongue found it, licking at the rosebud of my ass. Angie's
nose brushed across my slit and I could feel her lips, kissing my ass
as she licked me there. She brought a finger to me, sucking it briefly,
coating it with her spit, and then pressing it to my sphincter. I
opened my mouth and arched my back as the woman penetrated my ass
slowly, turning her finger and pressing inward easily. When she was
satisfied, her finger completely in my anus, her mouth returned to my
cunt, and she began eating me in earnest.

Angie stiffened her tongue, fucking it inside me even as she fucked my
ass with her finger. It was intense, the sensations rushing through me,
and her mouth was on my clit suddenly, sucking at me hard and I thought
I'd explode from it. My clitoris ached, the sensitivity building inside
it until it was almost too much.

"Pplease..." I was whispering, "...gently...gently..." It was part of
our coming together, this learning about each other and she moved her
mouth back to my pussy without apology, none was needed. When it was my
turn to please her, I knew she'd tell me what she liked and didn't...I
loved that part of sex. The discovery.

And soon I was cumming, for the hundredth time that long day it seemed,
and I had to move my hands to her head, curling my finger's in Angie's
hair. It screamed through me, flooding her mouth with my juices as my
body let go. She stayed with it, letting me grind my cunt to her hungry
mouth, my ass squeezing her finger as I tensed with pleasure. It took a
long moment to pass and Angie didn't stop, if anything she seemed
determined to prolong it. She brought her other hand down, pushing two
fingers into my pussy and lifted her face, shining with wetness to
smile at me.

All I could do was moan louder, my body jerking as I hunched myself up
against her fingers. The tender flesh inside me being stretched
beautifully as she twisted and turned her fingers, curling them to find
the secret place inside me, brushing it and bringing another quick
release. I had three or four orgasms in quick succession that way,
until I could see nothing but an explosion of lights behind my tightly
closed eyes. I rolled on the bed, twisting with little spasms, shaking
uncontrollably and crying out loudly with pleasure.

Only then, when I'd been practically exhausted by the woman, did Angie
slow and finally stop. She pulled her fingers from my ass and pussy
slowly, licking and sucking her hands clean. She crawled up, across my
prone body, still fully clothed herself, and straddled my breathless
form. She stroked my face and held my head and kissed me, whispering
soft words of love. I responded softly, with ragged words to express my
appreciation and desire. I had never felt so good, never felt so loved
by anyone before in my life. I wrapped my arms around my sweet Angie,
my sweet angel, and I held her as we kissed.

=====

The girl tasted good, there was no denying that. I didn't even bother
takin off my clothes, she was so tired. Emily had been through a lot
that day, I figured, and after I brought her off a half dozen times, I
knew she weren't gonna have the energy to do me. But that was okay too.
I was soaked and aching for a little cum of my own, but I could wait.


I moved up the bed, pulling her with me and just held her. She curled
up in my arms like a little kitty, all soft and warm and smellin like
sex. Her face was flushed and I kissed her lips, taking the bottom one
in my teeth, just a little and chewing real gentle. I rubbed her hips,
her back and down her thighs, coaxing Emily to go ahead and sleep. Next
time it'd be my turn, I told her, and she could show me how much she
loved me then.

It was gettin close to midnight and I was needin to get home anyway.
I'd been down on that woman for a good hour, more(n an hour really, and
my tongue felt a little swollen. Funny how it does that, ain't it?
Probably cause I hadn't been with a woman in almost 6 months. Laying
there with Emily I didn't figure I'd ever be with another woman again,
just her.

She was wore out, so I pulled her sheets up, covering Emily and I
kissed her goodbye. She smiled, just a little, but she was mostly
sleepin already. I slipped off her bed, feeling my panties damp between
my legs. I saw the photograph of Jenny that I'd given her, right there
on her night stand, and I smiled. I wasn't much of a mother, I knew
that, but Emily would be, I was sure. She'd love that girl a whole lot
more than I ever could. And they'd do other things too, secret things,
I could see it in Emily's sweet face. She had the need.

I reached under my skirt, pulling my panties down and steppin out of
them. They was wet alright and I held them to my nose, inhaling the
strong musky smell of my own sex. I smiled and put them on the night
stand next to Jenny's picture, right where I knew Emily'd find them
first thing when she woke up. She could look at our girl and smell my
pussy, taste it probably too, and play with that sweet tight cunt of
hers. I knew she would. And the next time we got together, we'd talk
about what we were gonna do about being in love, with each other, and
with Jenny.

End of Part One
rache696@yahoo.com

End Note: This story continues in Part Two. I reached 10,000 words and
that is about the limit for what I like to post in a single message.
This also became a good spot for me to take a breather and switch to
something else for awhile. This story, as you probably noticed, has
become a lot more romantic than I(d originally intended. Writing does
that, stories take their own form and often disregard what the author
desires - at least in my case. Hopefully though, if you made it this
far, you weren't too awfully bored. -rr Aug2005

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