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Anna and I: French Lessons (Ff)
by StarSapphire (starsapphire@literotica.org)
***
Star's education continues as she encounters the alluring
Ms. Sevigny, the mother of one of her friends.
***
After our exciting experience with Aaron, Anna and I
wandered around in a contented state of bliss for days.
Our sexual experiment with him had turned out
extraordinarily well. As we replayed the memory of that
experience in our minds and talked about it the three of
us bonded together almost like a family. Anna and I both
felt reborn in some mysterious way, as if we had passed
through a rite of passage of some kind, and I suppose we
did.
Aaron, Anna and I had a few more sexual encounters after
this first time, and I will relate them in later
chapters. For now though I would like to skip ahead a
couple of years to an encounter that did not include
either Anna or Aaron directly but was one which was of
great significance to me. It began just after my
fourteenth birthday.
I had made a new friend at school named Terry who was
just an average young teenage girl. We sat beside each
other in two different classes and had become friends.
Terry was of average build with dark straight hair and
brown eyes. She was pretty but did not stand out much
from the crowd. I liked her for her sense of humor and
her ability to conjugate French verbs among other things.
I was not interested in her sexually at all, but I can't
say the same about her mother.
I first met Terry's mom was one evening after school when
I came over to their house for some help with my French
homework. Terry and her mother were French Canadian and
spoke the language fluently so I was glad to have such
skilled tutors close to hand. I arrived at the front door
and Terry's mom opened it to greet me.
Ms. Sevigney was beautiful! I stood on the porch for an
extra second looking at her, taken aback by the sudden
attraction I felt for her. What surprised me even more
was the way her eyes were travelling down my body. I knew
almost instantly that she was either lesbian or bisexual
and when our eyes met I could read her intent
immediately. She knew that I knew about her and she also
knew that I knew about me. And wanted me. I've long since
learned about 'gaydar', that one gay man or woman can
spot another instantly across a crowded room, but this
was my first real experience of it and it knocked my
socks off!
"You must be Terry's friend Star," Ms. Sevigney said as
we broke eye contact, "Please come in!" Her voice was
very light and throaty with just the hint of a Quebecois
accent. It turned me on big time, as did the rest of her.
Although I learned later that Ms. Sevigney was 40, she
looked much younger and strikingly like Terry. She had
the same short brunette hair and brown eyes along with a
pair of full red lips, a small straight nose and a wide-
open smile. There were distinct laugh lines around her
eyes that I found utterly adorable. It was now obvious
where Terry had picked up her sense of humor.
Ms. Sevigney was 5 feet 4 inches tall and very trim. She
wore a pair of tight navy blue slacks that nicely hugged
her backside and a loose fitting white blouse that hinted
at two large breasts. She also had amazing looking hands
with long tapered fingers, as if she were a pianist or a
graphic artist of some kind. I later learned she was
both. And very good with her hands in other ways too.
I followed Ms. Sevigney down the hallway to Terry's room,
watching her tight, sexy ass the whole way. I was
surprised by how turned on by her I was and hardly knew
what to do with my feelings. It was almost a relief to
reach Terry's room and return to Planet Earth after
ogling Terry's mom walking down that long hallway. I
finally stood in Terry's bedroom doorway as her mother
moved up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders.
As Terry rose from her chair to greet me, Ms. Sevigney
gave my shoulder an intimate little squeeze. I somehow
knew exactly what that signal meant and the thought of it
left me feeling quite giddy.
"This is where Terry is hiding, Star. You two are doing
homework together?" she asked me as if everything were
normal.
"Oh yes Ms. Sevigney. I am so grateful for Terry's help
with French and in return I'm helping her with math,"
At this she smiled and patted my shoulders. "French is
one thing we're good at!" she laughed "If I can help you
too, let me know!" With that she turned and left.
"Gosh Terry, I think your mom is cool!" I said to her as
we settled down around her desk.
"Yeah, she's okay. I just wish she were home more. She
works some very long hours and even weekends," Terry
sighed.
Ms. Sevigney was a Nurse Practitioner and midwife with a
master's degree who worked out of a big area hospital.
Her skills were apparently in high demand and she seemed
well paid by the look of her home. She was also divorced
for over 10 years and Terry, short for Theresa, was her
only child. I put my strange encounter with Terry's mom
out of my mind for a while and busied myself, with
Terry's help, in learning the French language.
A couple of weeks went by until I saw Ms. Sevigney again.
I had told Anna about her in the meantime and about us
'knowing' each other's sexual preference, even though
that preference was completely unspoken.
Anna was quite excited by the idea of me being seduced by
an 'older woman' which caught me by surprise. I expected
her to be jealous or hurt and to forbid me to go that far
with her but she thought the whole thing was terribly
sexy and even romantic. I was due for another French
tutorial that evening at the Sevigney home and Anna's
only concern was that I give her all the details!
"You mean that if I have sex with Terry's mom that's okay
with you?" I queried.
"Sure!" laughed Anna "Just don't forget to take notes!"
I was flabbergasted! Anna had just given me permission to
have sex with another woman and one who was old enough to
be my mother at that! I wasn't quite sure how I felt at
that moment. I had secretly hoped that Anna might be
jealous and remind me of our agreement not to have
relationships with other girls. I guess I wanted to hear
that she loved me.
"Oh Star! What are the chances that Ms. Sevigney is going
to steal you away from me?" Anna asked me. "Zero, nada,
nothing!" she answered herself "So go out and have fun.
Of course she wants you. You really don't know how pretty
you are, do you?" she asked me, "I think Terry's mom
finds you as sexy and gorgeous as I do. You are one good
lookin' babe Star. Get over it!" she laughed. I felt a
little better.
I also blushed at Anna's compliment and then suddenly
realized that I had been putting my physical self down
for a long time, and that Anna was completely sincere
about my looks. I had always compared myself to Anna, who
was always taller, bigger busted and blonder than me,
without taking stock of my own attributes. This was
silly!
I realized now that I no longer possessed the body of a
child. I was a woman - a young one to be sure- but a
woman nonetheless. I had been staring at myself in the
mirror for the last year without actually seeing myself
as I was. I looked down at myself now and owned my
breasts fully for the first time. They were actually
quite nice looking, a modest 'B' cup, but for 14 not too
shabby. Then the rest of me. I recalled my face from the
mirror that morning and finally understood that I was
turning into a very nice looking young woman.
It all came to me in a flash. I accepted Carol's sexual
interest in me as a genuine compliment and then
understood the sincerity of Anna's flattery. In that
moment I had somehow become a distinct person with my own
beauty and identity separate from Anna's or anyone
else's. Some part of me had just grown up. I was my own
beautiful person and it felt wonderful! I felt tears
coming to my eyes. I hadn't so much as touched her hand
and already Carol was having a major impact on my life.
I hugged Anna as I alternately cried and laughed, all the
while trying to explain to her how I felt. Anna just
looked at me and smiled.
"Think how lucky Carol Sevigney is to have someone like
you to play with!" Anna teased me.
"AND how lucky you are to have a friend whose going to
tell you all about it!" I countered.
Still, I was not one hundred percent sure that I had read
Ms. Sevigney's signals correctly. It could all be a
dreadful mistake. But no, I kept remembering that look
and her hand squeezing and almost caressing my shoulder,
then Anna kept telling me it was okay and how jealous she
was. That was so nice to hear but I was still uncertain.
That evening I went to Carol's house feeling a whole mess
of emotions. I was excited, afraid, in love, in lust,
happy then depressed all at the same time. Being 14 is
NOT an easy job! I had spent hours deciding what to wear
and still thought the light blue cotton blouse and denim
skirt I finally chose were not grown-up enough. I even
struggled into pantyhose for the occasion. A touch of
lipstick was added along with a little mascara and I was
ready for my 'coming out'. I was a quivering wreck by the
time I stood ringing the bell at her front door.
Carol again opened the door and greeted me and it looked
like she had gone to some trouble dressing up as well.
She had on a cream-colored silk blouse that did much more
than hint this time at the fullness of her breasts. They
were displayed in shimmering beauty with a generous slice
of cleavage spilling out from the three top buttons she
had left undone. Her nipples were clearly outlined
against the sheer fabric of her bra and blouse. She also
wore a short black skirt that stopped about mid-thigh and
allowed me to see a pair of very sexy legs encased in
sheer black tights. All I could do was stand, stare and
lick my dry lips.
"Bon soir, Star!" Carol greeted me, the French lesson
already begun. "Comment ca va?" she asked.
"Uh je-je vais tres bien, " I replied thereby exhausting
my entire knowledge of conversational French.
Carol let go a delightful peal of laughter, "Your accent
is terrible!" she berated me with a huge smile, "We must
do something about that straight away for I'm to be your
teacher tonight," she announced as my heart did another
back flip.
Gulp. "Where's Terry?" I asked.
"She got a babysitting job at the last moment so I have
volunteered to take her place. You don't mind, do you?"
She asked me politely.
"No, no of course not!" I stammered. No indeed!
I walked past Ms. Sevigney who waved me into their living
room and onto a big black leather couch. I sat at one end
while she settled in comfortably at the other. I set my
books down on the glass coffee table in front of us. As I
turned to look at her I noticed her crossing her legs.
That gave me a wondrous view of her thigh. Then our eyes
met again.
"Let's practice your pronunciation," she said warmly,
"You really mangle my beautiful language!" she laughed.
For the next hour we worked diligently away at trying to
make me completely bilingual and a model Canadian.
Carol really was a good teacher and before we were
through I had finally begun to get a handle on past and
future tenses and to improve my pronunciation. All the
time, though, I kept stealing glances at her breasts and
legs or stared dreamily at her warm brown eyes. If she
noticed she didn't say anything. She had yet to give me
that 'look' from the last time and I began to wonder if
her attraction towards me wasn't all in my imagination.
Then Ms. Sevigney lay back against the arm of the couch,
stretched herself out in a very erotic yawn and looked me
in the eye. She simply cocked her eyebrow in a wise, all
knowing way then winked at me. The 'look' was back!
"That's enough of French for tonight," Carol declared
"Would you like something to drink? Cocoa or tea
perhaps?" she asked me as she slowly climbed to her feet.
Oh, drat! That moment was gone, I thought.
Tea would be fine I told her and she went away into the
kitchen to prepare it. Was she going to make a move? I
wondered. She was driving me crazy with wanting her but I
decided to relax and try to think of other things. What
would happen would happen. C'est la vie, as the French
would say!
I looked around her living room and came back to viewing
some exquisitely beautiful sketches of female nudes on
one wall I had only glanced at when coming in. So much
for thinking of other things! I also took in the quiet
elegance of an ensemble of furniture all done up in
ebony, black leather and glass. This was the home of
someone with incredibly refined taste, I realized.
Everything seemed perfectly in place and set off for
maximum visual effect.
As I stood up to study the female nudes more closely
Carol returned and came up behind me. "Do you like
those?" she asked, resting her hands on my shoulders like
she had before outside Terry's room. I felt a brief
shiver run through me at her touch.
"Oh, they are beautiful!" I said in genuine wonder.
Whoever had drawn them had an extraordinarily deft touch
and truly loved the female form.
There were four small sketches of young women in various
poses, all of them emphasizing some aspect of the
feminine body. In one it was a long tapering thigh and in
another a pair of round womanly breasts. The third was a
view from behind a very slinky model whose derriere was
flashed provocatively between the folds of a raincoat,
her only garment. The last was a minutely detailed
drawing centering on a young woman's vagina as she sat
with one leg raised on the edge of an old Romanesque
fountain. They were very erotic and rendered with
exquisite care.
"Who drew them?" I asked her.
"I did," she laughed.
"No!" I exclaimed in true surprise, "Those are so
incredible! Gosh, I wish I could draw like that!"
"Well then, we just might have to add art lessons onto
the French eh, ma cheri?" Carol whispered close to my
ear, so close in fact I could feel her breath gently
caressing my cheek. I felt a warm flush begin on my face.
Then she backed away and sat down again at the couch,
patting a place beside her where she wanted me to sit. I
followed her direction meekly and sat to her left.
"How would you feel about posing nude for me sometime?"
she asked out of the blue, as if posing nude were no more
remarkable a thing than passing the butter at the dinner
table. I guessed that in her world it probably wasn't, so
I tried to sound equally as casual when I replied.
"ME!" I croaked instead, failing miserably at being
sophisticated, "I don't look like those women up there,"
I said in complete surprise. Is this all she wants me for
I wondered?
"No, of course you don't. That's the point. You have a
unique beauty all your own just as those girls up there
do. We are all different and. I - I find your body to be
very attractive," she said to me with some slight
hesitation. "I would like to draw you."
I took a moment to collect my thoughts. "Yes," I finally
said, "I could do that and - and I think you have a very
nice body too!" I asserted, not knowing where those words
had come from. I was mortified! I tried hiding my face by
turning away.
Carol just put her arm around me then and kissed the top
of my head. "Yes, I know," she chuckled, "I see you
looking at me. At my breasts," she laughed quietly as I
turned fifteen shades of scarlet. "It's okay. I could
tell you like girls. So do I, and I thank you for those
kind words to an old woman," she laughingly added. She
cuddled me gently and I felt the soft warmth of her
breast press against my arm. A small tingle ran through
me at the touch.
Carol rose from the couch and went to bring in the tea
service. Returning moments later she laid it down gently
on the coffee table. After fixing my cup and munching on
a few biscuits she asked me about my relationship
experiences and I told her about Anna and I. She seemed
very pleased to hear that we had found each other, and so
young.
Ms. Sevigney too, was bisexual, she explained, but hadn't
had any lovers for some time now owing to the pressures
of work. She had only discovered her true sexuality in
university she told me, but had had several women lovers
over the years. She was so happy that I had discovered my
bi side so early on, and so painlessly.
Ms. Sevigney herself had struggled and fought against her
feelings for other women for years, often wracked by
Catholic guilt and remorse over her desires. She talked
at length about the pain of those years and of her
bitter, unhappy marriage, entered into more to deny her
own sexuality than out of any love for her husband. After
this amazing stretch of self-disclosure she insisted that
from now on I begin calling her Carol, that we were now
friends and that our sexuality united us as sisters.
As we chattered away I could suddenly sense that Carol
was now the one who was becoming nervous and unsure of
what to do next! Neither of us wanted the evening to end
but we were hesitant about moving on to the next stage,
whatever that might be. Her eyes kept locking on me then
moving away as her long slender fingers entwined
themselves endlessly around each other. This would never
do! I decided to seize the initiative.
"I can pose for you now if you'd like," I said quietly.
Carol stopped her teacup halfway to her mouth and looked
at me with astonishment. She paused for a brief second
before she answered.
"Well - uh - yes! Would you really like to? I mean, well
yes, my studio is downstairs," she managed to say before
taking a huge swallow of her tea. Her eyes again took in
my form as she laid her cup and saucer down with a slight
tremor. She quickly regained her poise, smiled and stood
up. "This way," she said, beckoning me to follow her down
to the basement. My heart was in my throat!
Anna and I: French Lessons
Chapter 4
I followed Carol down a flight of carpeted stairs to the
den below. I was feeling giddy and nervous when lights
suddenly came on in front of me. As I reached the bottom
step I took in a conventional recreation room that had
been nicely converted into an artist's studio. A couple
of easels were placed around a center area where I
presumed my posing would be done. There was an intriguing
looking half-couch upholstered in dark blue satin-like
fabric caught my eye, nestled as it was around a red
brick hearth and fireplace. A variety of indoor plants
added a very warm touch to the area, as did some rosy
colored light that beamed down from ceiling tracks above.
"This is where I work," Carol told me waving an arm
around the room. "There is a bathroom through that
doorway," she said pointing, "You can, uh, undress there.
There is also a robe you can bring." She was nervous and
I found it so sweet.
I briefly touched Carol's arm before I turned and walked
into the bathroom. I saw her blush then move away to pick
up a sketchpad lying nearby as I entered the bathroom. I
quickly removed my clothes then looked at myself in the
medicine cabinet mirror. My dark brown hair was cut short
and framed what I could now see was a pretty face, and
one long divested of its child-like roundness. My
cheekbones now stood out a bit and set off my blue eyes
nicely, I thought. I looked at my breasts and saw them
too as beautiful. They stood round and firm with small
coral colored nipples that were already getting quite
erect. Not bad, I thought, not too bad.
Turning away from the mirror I grabbed a light blue terry
cloth robe from the back of the door and put in on, not
bothering to tie it up. Here goes, I thought and stepped
out of the bathroom and into the hall. After a few steps
I emerged again in Carol's studio.
Carol was seated on a stool near the chaise lounge with a
sketchpad in her hands and a tray of drawing materials
beside her. Her legs were stretched out and still looked
scrumptious. She looked up as I entered.
"Come here then, Star," she said waving me to the dark
blue couch. "L-let me take your robe," she stuttered as I
came to stand before her. I reached up, opened the robe,
and looked into Carol's eyes as she caught sight of me.
"Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed, "You are beautiful my pet!" A
look of astonishment was on her face as she eyed me up
and down. She lingered awhile on my breasts and I could
see her struggling not to reach out and touch them. Then
her eyes moved down to my neatly trimmed dark furred
pussy and, I swear to God, licked her lips. I could feel
my own juices flowing now too.
I blushed. "Thank you," I said sincerely. She took my
robe and placed it on the stairs. I felt a waft of cool
air against my naked body as my robe was removed. As she
turned back I could see her nipples full and erect
beneath her blouse and noticed that even her pupils were
dilated in excitement. "Now it's your turn," I said to
her boldly, "I want to see you too!"
Carol put a hand to her chest suddenly as if taken aback.
"You do?" she said in amazement.
"Yes, I do." I stepped towards her to reach for the
buttons on her blouse but she caught my hands then moved
into me and we kissed. Her mouth was warm and sweet as
she touched her lips to mine. Her tongue probed itself
urgently into my mouth and I moaned with the shear force
of the erotic charge that shot through me when our mouths
came together. We seemed to melt into each other.
At last Carol backed away, this time with a big happy,
self-confident smile on her face. She began to undo her
top and I stood in awe watching her breasts as they were
more fully revealed. Tossing off the blouse she quickly
unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Reaching behind her
she unfastened her white lacy bra and shrugged herself
free of it. Ooo la la!
Carol's breasts were big and firm. They stood out proudly
from her trim body and were topped by two large pink
nipples that invited every conceivable kind of attention.
My mouth literally watered at the sight. She next removed
her tights that left her completely naked. She stood up
and struck a sexy pose for me.
"You like?" she said with a coquettish little smile.
"Oh, Carol!" I exclaimed, "You're gorgeous!" She was more
than that. She was almost perfect. She had creamy smooth
skin with not a single blemish or stretch mark. Her bush
was black and thick but neatly trimmed. I could just make
out the folds of her labia and see that she was very wet.
Her butt was small and sexy and crowned a magnificent
pair of legs.
We came together then and she enfolded me in her arms as
we resumed our kiss. The feel of her soft full breasts
against my own was magical. My hand wandered down her
soft skin then moved up to cup one. I felt the hard stub
of her nipple against my palm as I caressed and squeezed
it, marveling in its fullness.
We pulled apart as Carol reached out with both her hands
to play with my breasts. "Your titties are so beautiful,"
she purred at me. She cupped them then slowly and
rhythmically squeezed them, stopping to pinch my hard
little nipples and roll them in her long, slender
fingers. I reciprocated and felt her shudder as I pressed
into her breast flesh with my hands.
"Over here," Carol whispered to me, "On the couch," she
directed. We sat beside each other. Then she gently
pushed me back until my head rested on the low arm.
Kneeling on the floor Carol embraced and kissed me as I
lay there spread out for her. Again our tongues twisted
and fought each other as her hand stroked round and round
my breasts then began moving lower. Her lips moved too,
down my throat to capture a hard nipple that she began
licking and sucking into her mouth. Oh my God! I thought,
It's happening! Bolts of pleasure surged through me at
her every touch and movement on my body.
I was in agony waiting for her hand to finally reach my
sizzling hot pussy. She briefly played with my belly
button until I finally felt her fingers entangling
themselves in my dark pussy fur. Her mouth remained glued
to my right nipple.
"Oh God Carol!" I cried out "Play with me please! I am SO
hot right now!" She opened her eyes then raised her head
from my breast and smiled down at me with a look of
complete adoration on her face.
"I want you to come for me," she whispered as her middle
finger plunged between my pussy lips and began to stroke
me, "Yes baby, come for me, come for Carol" she repeated
as she found my engorged clit and began to rub it in
round hard circles.
I was in ecstasy as her finger rapidly stroked my turgid
little clit. I felt my orgasm fast approaching as Carol
worked away at me, frigging me so dexterously. I opened
my eyes and saw her watching her fingers at work then she
turned her head to look at me. Her mouth hung open while
her eyes had that faraway glazed look of lust I was so
used to seeing on Anna's face. Then my orgasm hit.
"Oh my GAWWD!" I screamed as my back arched off the couch
and wave after wave of sexual bliss swept through me.
Carol's hand remained busy between my legs as my orgasm
peaked and a second one started, just when I thought I
was finished! I clasped Carol's hand to my pussy and rode
out the massive erotic convulsions of my second come,
finally settling slowly back down to a state of rapturous
languor.
I lay on the couch spent and wonderfully exhausted. One
arm was across my forehead and the other trailed on the
floor, as did one of my legs. Carol leaned over to hug me
tightly and quietly murmured little endearments in my
ear. She made me feel so wanted and so cherished in those
moments. I simply surrendered to her embrace. Then she
pulled away from me.
"Don't move!" she ordered, "I'll be right back." With
that she hurried across the room to retrieve something.
She returned with a Polaroid camera, stood near the foot
of the couch and snapped a picture of me. Two more shots
followed from different angles until she seemed satisfied
and set the films out to develop. I didn't care. I had
discovered Nirvana and lay there letting my body and mind
go off wherever they wanted.
After peeling off the emulsion paper from each picture
Carol sat down on the couch edge to show them to me. I
was amazed, thunderstruck and awed at the sight of myself
lying naked in a pose that in every way betrayed what had
just happened to me. Another self-discovery, this time
acknowledging my sexual nature. Those pictures of me even
turned ME on. I realized that I was desirable.
Carol was going to use one of these photographs to work
from as she sketched me. I suggested she call the
finished work 'Freshly Fucked' because in every way
that's how I looked. She nearly agreed!
Carol and I sat naked, side-by-side looking at my
pictures and we both agreed. The second shot was perfect.
Carol put the photos down and turned towards me.
""Let's go to my bedroom," she said softly, looking me
straight in the eye, "I have a lot of other lessons to
teach you," she smiled at me. I couldn't wait. We
gathered up our clothes and headed back upstairs
eventually reaching Carol's room on the main floor.
We sank down together on Carol's big king sized bed and
felt the coolness of her violet blue satin douvet cover
against our skin. Then we embraced lying down and kissed
each other deeply and passionately. My hand slid smoothly
down her back until I was able to cup her tight little
ass cheek in my palm. I used it to push her into my thigh
as I slipped my leg between hers. Then I rolled over and
landed on top of her, trapping her beneath my body. I
inserted myself between her legs then looked down at her
face, which suddenly took on an anxious caste.
"Is - is there something wrong?" I asked her in some
dismay.
"No, no," she replied, "It is that you are so young, the
same age as my daughter. I am therefore thinking of what
your mother would feel about this if she knew."
I laughed because my mother had long ago accepted my
relationship with Anna and doubtless would highly approve
of Carol as a friend and neighbor, or as a lover for her
daughter. At least I think so. I told this to Carol.
"Your mother sounds very special," she said.
"She is, and I think you and her would make great
friends, but don't worry," I said "I'm not going to tell
anyone but Anna because she already approves of us!"
I giggled, then explained to her the conversation I'd had
earlier in the day with Anna. For a moment Carol
pretended to be shocked but then broke into a big smile.
"It's true," Carol said. "From the moment I saw you in
the doorway with that lovely face and body I wanted you.
And I could tell you wanted me back, because your eyes
were all over my titties," she laughed.
"I want more than my eyes all over them," I told her as I
squeezed each breast together and suckled alternately on
each big hard nipple.
"Oh yes, baby. Suck on them nicely. Suck my titties hard!
They are so sensitive." her voice trailed off and her
eyes closed as I squeezed her soft globes together. I
continued to lick and suck Carol's gorgeous big nipples,
adding little bites and nips as I did with Anna. Her hips
began to buck against my pelvis as I used my mouth
relentlessly on her lush warm mammaries.
I could feel her pussy juices smearing on my thigh as I
shoved my leg between hers. She began a rocking, rolling,
fucking rhythm that I matched with my own pussy hard
pressed against her leg. Our hips bucked and rolled as I
took harder sucks and longer bites on her nipples. She
responded with a throaty moan that began to turn into a
wail.
Carol was coming against my thigh, grinding her cunt into
my leg faster and faster as I strove to keep up to her.
My own climax was rapidly approaching. Both of us were
smeared with each other's hot wet juices that poured out
from us in little rivers it seemed. The feeling was
indescribably sensual. My hard little clit was riding
hard on Carol's thigh as her own slipped and slid along
my leg in fast little pumps.
I felt Carol start to shudder then let loose with a
silent scream that finally broke harshly into hearing
range. Her hips were pressed tight against me as she
gripped my ass tight with both hands as if I might
somehow slip and slide away from her at this crucial
moment.
"Oh God baby!" she cried "Oh God! I'm coming so hard
baby! Come with me honey! Fuck me harder!" she wailed as
an enormous convulsive wave passed through her body,
nearly throwing me from on top of her. Then my own climax
hit.
My orgasm came from the depths of my soul and kept
relentlessly rolling through me as I heard myself
actually sobbing in pleasure. Carol gripped me tight and
held me close as each wave of lush heat pulsed out of my
groin and flooded through my body. She continued to hold
me, then to rock me gently, all the while whispering "Oh
yes baby, yes! You are so sweet. Thank you so much baby!"
into my ear as my tremors ceased and full reality gently
returned.
I slowly raised my head, gazed into Carol's big warm
brown eyes beneath me and saw the little tears she had
cried as we climaxed together. She slowly brought her
lips up to mine and kissed me lightly, then licked my
lips gently with her tongue.
We slowly untangled ourselves then lay facing each other
on top of Carol's enormous bed. A light draft from an
open window cooled us. I could have stayed like that
forever, I thought, gazing deeply into this wonderful
woman's face, feeling her love for me flow so freely
between us then mingle with my own to become "us".
* * *
Carol is now retired but we continue to see each other
regularly as we have since our first experience together.
She remains, next to Anna and Aaron, my dearest friend,
as does her daughter Terry. Carol became a great teacher
to me in many more things than French, but that must wait
for future chapters.
Your critiques and comments are most welcome.
(c) 2002 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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