("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
Street Angels
by StarSapphire (starsapphire_34@hotmail.com)
***
A retired lady lawyer finds new meaning in her life
when she encounters a 12 year old street girl. Ff, ped,
1st-lesbian-expr, mast, oral, rom)
***
Author Notes: This is a work of fiction. No characters
are real and no animals were harmed in the writing of
it. This is an adult tale so you must decide if you're
old enough to read it. Otherwise, enjoy!
***
Chapter One
It was silly really to think about death like this. At
fifty Barbara was just beginning her prime middle years
yet thoughts of her own mortality plagued her. She was
childless and she knew this was underlying some of her
morbid preoccupation with her own demise, but being
lesbian she was in the same barren state as most of her
friends and they seemed to be coping fine. Perhaps it's
just a depression, she thought, something a few pills
might take care of. But deep down she knew it was more
than that.
Physically Barbara had looked after herself. She still
sported a fine body toned by years of dedicated
exercise and diet. She had no chronic illnesses nor any
of the life style diseases that were affecting her less
diligent contemporaries. Rather it was her spirit that
was suffering. She had not paid enough attention to the
people in her life, her friends, lovers and family, and
now she was paying the price. She felt terribly alone.
Career had come first she realized. Long, grinding
hours spent practicing law had won her substantial
financial security and the ability to retire well
before most, but Barbara hadn't figured in the
emotional cost of finishing the race first, but all by
herself. She had had several relationships, any one of
which could have led to something more meaningful, but
work always came before the well being of her partners
or their feelings. She could see now, two years into
retirement, how wrong she had been and how sad it all
was.
Sighing heavily she came in from her balcony
overlooking the bay, a view that absolutely thrilled
her when she first moved in but today left her unmoved
and uncaring. The bright sunlight reflecting off the
ocean only seemed to sear her soul and mock her with
its happy shimmering sparkles. Her penthouse
condominium was at one time her pride and joy, but
today it could have been a hovel in some inner city
mid-town for all she cared.
A trip to the gym was in order and sometimes it helped.
That, and a quick drink or two at the neighborhood bar
were often enough to see her through the night, even
though the drinks worried her, sensing as she did that
three would be better than two and four better than
that and where that could all lead. Her mother had been
alcoholic and Barbara knew enough to be careful. Still
it was tempting.
At the gym Barbara checked herself over in the full
length mirrors as she worked out intensely, sweat
pouring from her body. She was 5' 8" tall and 130
pounds, just ten off her high school weight, which
thrilled her. Her breasts were still a firm 36C and her
hips as tight as years of a one hour daily grind of a
work-out could make them. Her grey eyes were set in
even, balanced features unmarked by sun damage, sagging
or wrinkling, framed by mid-length sun streaked natural
honey blonde hair with a hint of grey at the temples, a
color and look her hairdresser said she couldn't
duplicate from a bottle in a hundred years. She liked
what she saw and took pride in her appearance.
What Barbara didn't see in her reflected images was
that, in spite of her no-nonsense courtroom countenance
that she wore most of the day her face radiated a
hidden warmth that took many off guard and drew others
to her in ways she sometimes noticed but didn't always
understand. Although desperately wanting the company
and affection of others something always made her draw
back and resist, sometimes fiercely. Going to deeper
levels of intimacy was something she so strongly
needed, was frequently offered, but always refused.
After her shower at the gym Barbara decided to heed her
inner warnings about alcohol and skip the local bar,
knowing that the warmth from the drinks was artificial
and only mimicked happiness. In a couple of hours it
would wear off and she'd feel no better, even mildly
hung over. She decided instead to drive around by the
park near the beach, intending while there to sit and
morbidly watch the sun, like her life, sink slowly down
into darkness.
Leaving her Lexus parked and secure she made her way
over to a nearby intricately formed wrought iron bench
and sat down, letting the endorphins from her workout
wash through her, easing her depression a little. The
sky was full of color from blue to indigo, red to pale
pink and yellow where the ball of the dying sun was
half way into the water. Long thick bands of cloud
slashed across the sky like huge brush strokes, picking
up and amplifying the already rich colors, making the
evening sunset appear like a surrealist painting of
another world. But beautiful as it was it was not
enough to fill the black emptiness inside her. The next
thing you know it'll be a visit from the ghosts of
Christmases past, present, and future, she thought
miserably.
While she sat contemplating the ending of life Barbara
was suddenly startled by a noise from the bushes nearby
to her right. When she turned to look a figure appeared
from between two hydrangea plants not thirty feet away.
It was no Christmas ghost but it was an apparition
equally Dickensian, a young girl who seemed as
surprised to see Barbara as Barbara was to see her.
The girl stood stock still for an instant as Barbara
took in the sight of her. She was dressed in worn blue
jeans, an old olive drab T-Shirt, a dirty looking
baseball cap, grubby runners that had been through the
Salvation Army store at least twice, and she had an old
blue and grey back pack slung almost insolently over
her shoulder that appeared to carry all her worldly
belongings, which it more or less did. Her hair was
long, blonde and stringy and clearly hadn't been washed
in awhile.
A shiver of fear and repugnance etched through Barbara
but was quickly replaced by a sense of compassion. Why,
she didn't know. She normally considered the poor, when
she did at all, as at best someone else's problem. And
this child was clearly a problem.
"Hello, young lady," Barbara spoke first, surprising
herself.
"Hi, you got any spare change, ma'am?" the waif asked.
The girl quickly recovered from her own surprise at
finding this attractive middle aged woman on the bench
she usually came to rest on after making her way out of
the park each evening. Not surprised enough though, to
miss the chance of scoring some quick food money. "I'm
kinda hungry," she added quietly.
"Do you live in there?" Barbara queried, indicating the
heavily forested park behind them.
The girl turned her head to look where Barbara was
pointing then looked directly back at her, eyes full of
pleading. "Yeah, I do for now. And please, I could use
a few bucks to help me get by," guessing by Barbara's
clothes, hair and makeup that she probably had more
than just a few coins on her.
Yvonne was getting desperate. Running away from home,
bad as home was, hadn't turned out to be quite the trip
she had imagined. Like sleeping in the park, although
that was way better than running with one of the street
'families', mostly runaways like herself trying
desperately to stay hidden and alive in the niches and
cracks of the big city. She tried that for a couple of
months. With them, kind as some could be, there was
always trouble. Better to be on your own.
Watching the girl closely Barbara knew enough through
practicing some family law and criminal defense work
early in her career not to ask the obvious questions of
this young ragamuffin. Instead she reached for her
purse and then paused. "Money isn't what you really
need, is it sweetheart?" she asked, looking the girl in
the eye.
As Barbara continued looking, dimly at first but with
some growing clarity she experienced a slow, almost
miraculous epiphany regarding this poor creature that
had appeared before her almost straight from the pages
of Oliver Twist. What she was looking at was herself
for what she could have been. My God, she thought, it's
the ghost of Christmas future in reverse!
Barbara could well have stood in this girl's place
thirty eight years ago given her own wretched home life
as a child and her single mother's disastrous and
ultimately fatal battle with the bottle and
prescription drugs. It suddenly struck her that all
those years of frantic effort to achieve success in
school, university, law school, and legal practice were
all an attempt to escape the fate that stood exactly in
front of her right now.
"Maybe not," replied the girl. "But it would sure help
for now. Please ma'am?"
"Here's twenty dollars," Barbara said abruptly reaching
into her purse. "Come back tomorrow about this time and
we'll see about more. How's that?"
As the girl approached her wide-eyed at her generosity
Barbara was able to notice how pretty she was under all
the grit, grime, and grungy clothes. Standing next to
Barbara her odor was only faintly noticeable,
indicating that she was at least trying to stay clean.
Her eyes were a beautiful corn flower blue set above a
pert little nose and full red lips, a natural beauty in
need of no makeup. Her body was lean and small but hard
to make out through her loose ill-fitting clothing. Her
long blonde hair would probably look great with a set
and wash sans baseball cap, Barbara thought.
"Gosh, thank you, ma'am. I will. Be here tomorrow that
is," Amazed at her good fortune Yvonne grabbed the bill
and pocketed it. She could eat well for the next week
if she were careful. Giving the attractive older lady a
stunning little girl smile, she turned and without
looking back walked, then half ran towards the city
lights beckoning in the distance.
Barbara stood watching the girl disappear into the
whirling maw of the metropolis, willing her to be safe
one more night, just long enough for Barbara to what?
Make a difference in this young girl's existence?
Rescue her from the appalling, soul destroying life she
was leading? Or long enough to rescue Barbara's own
soul, an unwanted thought that crept in, making her
feel selfish, self-serving and questioning of her own
motives. And she's so pretty too, Barbara realized with
a flash of feeling.
Wolfing down a dollar slice of pizza Yvonne
contemplated her encounter with her 'angel' in the
park. She had been around long enough to know that some
kids, mostly girls, had occasional but regular
benefactors that gave them money or other things with
no strings attached. Usually older men who seemed to
take pity on the kids down here and did what they could
for them for whatever reasons of their own. Maybe this
lady was one of those street angels? That would be
nice.
Yvonne could use a more regular income, not that she
was trying to con the woman in the park. She hadn't
been down here long enough to lose all her sense of
conscience, and the look in the woman's eyes seemed so
gentle and caring, something Yvonne was not used to
seeing. Could she trust her? Time would tell.
Trust was not something Yvonne gave out to just anyone.
Her young life till now was an endless string of broken
promises and painful betrayals, and there was that
thing that happened, that caused her finally to run
away. That thing she didn't want to think about or
remember but that stuck with her, gnawing away at her
like a toothache no matter how much she tried to tell
herself it didn't matter.
Barbara herself spent an unusually restful night and
woke up refreshed, feeling better than she had for some
time, she realized. She knew it was about the girl in
the park. She had seen something in her eyes and her
stance that told her this girl was not yet damaged
beyond repair, that some spark of a wonderful human
soul remained to be salvaged if only she could be
reached in time. And Barbara intended to reach her in
spite of the quiet voice inside her that said she was
doing this for her own salvation and not the girl's.
She chose to ignore the voice for now. And this new
sense of purpose, at least for today, gave her some
hope to live on.
When they met the next evening they were both surprised
and happy to see that the other had shown up. Both, for
obviously different reasons, had hoped the meeting last
night had not been a one-time thing and it had come to
pass. Barbara could see that the girl had even tried to
clean up a bit. The ball cap was gone and her hair was
combed and tied back in a pony tail. Her white T-shirt
looked clean, if several sizes too large. Khaki colored
cargo pants had replaced the jeans but her shoes were
the same raggedy pair she'd worn last time.
"My name's Barbara, what's yours?" she asked as the
girl approached her, hoping she wasn't being too
forward.
"Uh, Mandy," Yvonne replied, giving her favorite
teacher's name, her chosen 'street name' that every kid
down here had to help avoid being taken into custody by
social services or the police.
"Well, Mandy, I've put together something of a survival
pack for you. Things you might need but can't find, uh,
out here." This included some tampons, shampoo, soap,
toothbrush and paste, deodorant, some nutrition bars, a
portable radio with ear plugs, a few extra dollars, and
a cheap but nice looking watch. "The watch is so that
we can make appointments with each other, would that be
okay?"
"Sure, I guess," Yvonne replied, a bit overwhelmed by
the woman's generosity and concern. Why is she doing
this? When it became clear by the woman's silent warm
smile however, that there were no questions being asked
and no conditions attached to these gifts Yvonne said
simply "Thank you, ma'am."
"Please call me Barbara, okay?"
"Sure. Thank you, uh, Barbara," Yvonne said
uncertainly.
"Please tell me if there is anything else you need. I
can only guess what you're going through and what might
help. Is there something else I can get for you
sweetheart?"
Only a whole new life, Yvonne thought bitterly and
maybe a big house on a farm with horses and cars to
drive and endless amounts of food to eat and no one to
be afraid of or run away from but she'd start small. "A
tent," she said. "Not too big but enough to stretch out
in and keep the rain off. Maybe that's too much..."
"Of course not," said Barbara. "I should have thought
of that myself. Fall is coming and you're going to get
awful damp out there. How about a sleeping bag too?"
she asked nervously.
"Really? You'd buy me a tent and a sleeping bag? Wow!"
Yvonne blurted out, sounding almost like the little 12
year old she actually was and then she got wary. In her
universe such things didn't come without a price or
they always fell through.
"I promise. Tomorrow night at 8:00 o'clock I'll be
here. Is that time good for you, Mandy?" Barbara had
noticed her excitement and then her fade into
guardedness.
Yvonne nodded her head and smiled. "Okay, I'll be here
Barbara," She took her new watch out of the bag of
supplies she'd been given and put it on. "At 8
o'clock." She turned and started walking away again
into the glowing lights and swirling traffic of the
city. This time though, she turned around and waved
good bye before continuing.
Barbara watched her marching away and again prayed to
whatever goddess looked after little girls that she be
safe for another night and free from all the dangers
she knew and imagined could befall her. She looked
tough though - and competent for a twelve year old,
Barbara thought. She can take care of herself. She's
made it this far or so she reassured herself. God, what
am I going to do? I'm so worried about this child. I
know what a fiasco turning her in to social services
would create and that, she felt sure, would end any
trust she'd begun to build up between them forever.
Yvonne spent the night as she usually did; trying to
remain out of sight and mind of most of the world and
Barbara's generosity meant she didn't have to panhandle
for awhile either. There was a street youth drop-in
that offered free showers, always a supply of day old
Starbuck's muffins (Starbuck's, she had come to learn,
was another 'street angel'. If she could ever afford to
buy coffee she'd always buy it at Starbuck's) and
occasionally some good used clothing or other articles
people would donate. There were street friends she ran
into too, but most of them always had that desperate
look about them that made Yvonne keep her distance.
Drugs were not her scene, neither was prostitution,
alcohol or larceny. She'd been approached early on by
an older man who promised she could make lots of money
turning tricks and making films and she'd run from him
like she'd run from the gangs that broke into cars and
boosted stuff from the large downtown retail stores.
And now there was this woman who was buying her a tent.
What did she want? Was she safe? Yvonne hoped so.
The woman seemed so kind and for an instant her street
hardened heart opened up to the magnificent 'what if'
that this woman, this beautiful, rich, even sexy woman,
might be for real. She gulped back some tears after
leaving the shower in the drop-in and looked down at
her new possessions with some pride, especially her
watch. 8 o'clock, she remembered. I'll be there, she
said to herself firmly.
**
The next day Barbara went to the best outdoor
outfitting place she could find and bought what she
thought was the best small tent in the store designed,
it said, to endure the ravages of a windy tropical
downpour. Next an 'arctic tested' sleeping bag,
whatever that meant, and a foam mat to lay under it
along with enough tin pots, stoves, cooking utensils,
and survival gear to last a whole season in the
Antarctic and then she stopped, realizing that the poor
girl could only carry so much and why was she
encouraging her to stay outdoors by buying her all this
equipment anyway?
Then she realized she was not outfitting Mandy for the
winter, she was trying to buy her trust. For a moment a
wave of guilt washed through her then she remembered
her promise to Mandy and the look of doubt on her young
face just before she had turned away and headed for
town. If this is what it takes to help this girl
survive and thrive then, if it's selfish, so be it. She
bundled her purchases into the trunk of her car and
drove off, anxiously waiting for 8 o'clock to roll by.
Yvonne had arrived early and hid herself in
anticipation of Barbara's return tonight. She realized
too that she was as anxious to see the woman as she was
to get her new camping gear. There was something about
Barbara that was getting to her, unlocking feelings she
hadn't felt before but she knew she had to be very
careful. They were warm, soft almost magical sensations
and she wasn't sure what exactly they were but she knew
they were powerful and needed to be kept in check. She
sensed these emotions could turn around and hurt her
badly, something she wasn't sure she could ever endure.
Then looking down at her watch at precisely 8 o'clock
she heard Barbara's car drive up, stop and her door
open and close.
Yvonne waited until the woman had seated herself on the
bench before making her presence known. Emerging from
behind the hydrangeas she saw the woman turn to look at
her and saw too the huge smile that lit up her face
when she recognized her. The smile seemed to melt
something inside Yvonne and she approached Barbara a
bit tentatively but no longer so warily.
"Mandy! There you are!" Barbara exclaimed. "I went a
little nuts in the sporting goods store. Do you want to
have a look?"
Curious, Yvonne followed Barbara to the trunk of her
car and stood there as she opened it. When the light
went on she could see the clear plastic bag with the
tent in it and the rolled up forest green sleeping bag
but in addition there were a number of camping utensils
she could badly use including a can opener, hand axe,
mess tin and an array of cooking gear. There was also a
new backpack, one which looked expensive, too expensive
to wear into the city, but she wouldn't tell the woman
that. It would make Yvonne the target of a robbery the
minute she showed up on the street with it. She'd keep
it at her camp site for some special occasion.
"I knew this might be a lot to carry so I got this
portable dolly you can use to get it all to, uh, the
place where you live," Barbara said pulling it from the
side of her trunk and piecing it together. I also got
you this," she said reaching into her purse. "It's a
cell phone with about four hours of prepaid calling
time. And this is my card with my home phone, cell
number and address on it. I've put them on speed dial
in the cell. If you need anything or just want to
talk..."
Yvonne looked up at Barbara stunned. "You mean all this
is for me? And I can just call you too if, if I want
to?"
"Yes of course you can. Any time about anything. It
doesn't have to be important. That's why I got it for
you. I know you could probably sell it and you can if
you like," Barbara added nervously. "But I thought this
way we could arrange to meet by phone, or cancel if
something came up."
"I'd never sell it! No ma'am. I mean Barbara," Yvonne
announced earnestly and Barbara heaved a quiet sigh of
relief.
She watched Yvonne turning the cell phone around in her
hands, opening and closing it, then the look of
confusion that appeared on her face. Realizing the girl
didn't know how to operate it she ran her through a
quick series of instructions and was amazed by how fast
she caught on to everything. She's a bright little
thing, Barbara mused. Imagine her at a computer?
During this period of demonstrations and instruction
Barbara also noticed that Yvonne had dropped a lot of
her street wise reticence and was responding to her
like any normal twelve year old would. She was even
flashing her a big smile whenever she mastered some new
task and Barbara felt her heart flutter a bit each
time. My God, I'm falling in love with this pitiful
needy child she realized.
After the lessons were complete Yvonne looked up at
Barbara. "Can I call you tonight?" she asked
expectantly.
"Oh my dear, of course you can. I'd love to hear from
you." Barbara was breathless at this offer.
"Okay then, I'm going to pack all this stuff home, set
it up and call you from there. Think it will work in
the woods?"
"Yes, it will sweetheart, don't worry." Barbara smiled.
Together they loaded Yvonne's new backpack with her new
camping gear then placed it, the tent, and sleeping bag
on the dolly, ready for transport into the forest.
After testing the weight Yvonne assured Barbara she
could easily manage by herself then she came over and
surprised Barbara with a big hug. In response Barbara
wrapped her arms tightly around the young girl and,
after smelling the fragrance in her hair of the shampoo
she'd bought her, reluctantly let her go again.
"Thank you so much Barbara," Yvonne said softly with
downcast eyes, then she turned around, picked up the
end of the dolly and started off back into the park,
the dolly rolling along easily behind her. When she was
almost at the tree line she stopped, turned around and
waved good bye then disappeared into the forest gloom.
As she watched her go Barbara felt a tear come to her
eye as she stood there for some minutes gazing at the
spot where Yvonne had disappeared. Finally she turned
and headed back to her car and home to await that
special phone call that was now meaning so much to her.
Maybe I'm just being an old fool, she thought. This
could all turn out to be a disaster. Hell, I barely
know the girl. On the other hand she hadn't felt this
alive in years and decided to let things proceed as
they would.
Driving back home almost on auto pilot Barbara was
startled back to alertness by the chiming of her cell
phone. Thinking it was probably one of her bar friends
wondering where she'd been the last few nights she was
quite taken aback when a young girl's voice instead
asked if that was Barbara.
"Yes, this is Barbara. Is that you Mandy?" she inquired
excitedly. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you so
soon, dear."
"Oh, is it okay me phoning you now? I could always..."
"Of course it's okay sweetheart. I'm just surprised is
all, happily surprised."
"Well I thought I'd tell you I got the tent up okay and
it's great! Thank you so much!"
"It's my pleasure dear. I'm so glad you like it,"
Barbara said warmly as she stopped for a red light. "So
are you still going to call me when I get home? I'd
like that."
"Gosh okay, in about an hour maybe?"
"Use my home number. I look forward to it honey."
After Yvonne hung up she sat back and pondered the
recent turn her life had taken. She knew that for some
reason this woman wanted to be her friend but she
couldn't figure out why. Never having been truly loved
before she'd had no experience of the unconditional
giving and acceptance that came normally to most
children through their parents and other family
members.
As a result she didn't see herself as particularly
lovable and so still doubted this woman's love and
kindness. But there was enough hope left in Yvonne to
keep going in this new relationship despite her
mistrust, not to mention how desperately lonely she was
and how afraid of the future she felt and how wonderful
it would be to be rescued from her ongoing nightmare of
a life.
And there was something else that Yvonne barely
acknowledged. She felt attracted to this woman in a
visceral, sexual way that she hadn't experienced
before. She knew she was attracted to other girls and
not to boys, but she'd never allowed those feelings to
go very far. Her only sexual experience was more an act
of unmitigated violence than anything sexual.
It was that memory she kept trying to suppress, of her
mother's latest boyfriend pinning her down, ripping off
her clothes and raping her brutally until she had
passed out cold. With a shudder Yvonne pushed those
humiliating nightmarish scenes back into her mind and
concentrated instead on the image and person of Barbara
and she immediately felt warm and aroused. There could
not be a greater contrast between two people than
Barbara and that vile boyfriend she realized.
After arriving home Barbara planted herself beside the
phone and looked at her watch. About fifteen minutes to
go before she could expect Mandy's call. She settled
back in her easy chair and let her mind wander back to
the young girl. She had looked so adorable tonight with
her hair cleaned and hanging loosely about her
shoulders. She could do with a cut, Barbara thought.
She longed to take her to her own hairdresser but felt
sure the time was not yet here whereby she could be
that personal with the girl. She needed to be patient.
Barbara too had to acknowledge some odd feelings of
attraction towards this young runaway. These feelings
at first shocked her then she remembered the girl's
eyes, so knowing and grown up and her obvious self-
sufficiency. Twelve going on thirty, Barbara
appreciated. That maturity along with her striking
beauty were a potent combination and Barbara saw where
her physical attraction towards the girl was coming
from. Still it was a little unsettling. The loud burr
of her telephone stopped Barbara's reveries and she
picked up the receiver in eager anticipation.
"Hello Barbara, is that you?" Yvonne's voice sounded in
her ear.
"Yes Mandy honey, it is. How are you dear?" responded
Barbara, trying not to sound too excited.
"Well, first off I should tell you that my name's not
Mandy. It's Yvonne. I hope you don't mind but Mandy is
my street name. I wasn't trying to fool you or
anything. Is that okay?"
"Yes it's okay. I understand and I'm touched that you
would share that with me. You don't have to be afraid
to tell me anything Yvonne. As I guess you know by now
I think you're pretty special and I want so much just
to be your friend," Barbara told her sincerely.
"Yeah I – I know," Yvonne paused and gathered up
her courage. "But, well, why do you want to do all
these things for me? Why do you want me as a friend?"
she blurted out. "I mean you've got lots of things,
cars and stuff and I don't have anything. And you don't
really know me. I'm only twelve and I could be a
horrible brat that just takes your money or steals from
you or something..."
"Honey, listen. I know you're not that kind of person,"
Barbara retorted. "Besides I'm pretty sharp and I'd
spot your game pretty fast anyway. Why I want to be
your friend is a bit complicated, but I guess I see a
lot of myself in you. I have no problem imaging what
your home life was like and I can tell you that mine
was no walk in the park either. I can also appreciate
how hard it probably is for you to trust me. I accept
that and know that I have to earn your trust and I'm
willing to do that a step at a time.
"That's also why I'm trying to be completely open with
you. I promise, I'll never lie to you or try to trick
you or hurt you. I know what all that feels like just
like I'm sure you do. I've come to love you Yvonne,"
These final words came tumbling out of her mouth almost
unbidden. Had she gone too far?
Yvonne was stunned by Barbara's revelation, insight,
empathy, and promises. As the numbness gradually wore
off following Barbara's remarks all the years of hurt,
betrayal, fear, and pain that were locked up inside her
could no longer be ignored or denied. Someone
understood and cared. Yvonne felt the tears begin to
flow.
"Oh my God, yes! I do! Know how that feels I mean,"
Yvonne sobbed. Deep wells of untapped feelings gushed
forth from dark hidden places and Barbara listened
intently as waves of emotion coursed through the young
girl, expressing themselves in soul wracking sobs and
free running tears. "Oh Barbara, I feel so alone!" she
cried as she tried to regain some control over herself.
"Please, would you come and meet me again tonight,"
Yvonne implored desperately. "Please?"
After assuring her that she would be there in twenty
minutes, Barbara rushed out of her condo, impatiently
waited for the elevator then willed it to descend
faster when she finally boarded it. Bursting out of the
elevator doors at the parking level she headed
immediately for her car, got in and actually squealed
her tires as she made the turn to leave the building,
stopping abruptly to wait impatiently for the security
gate to finally open.
When it did Barbara headed back to the park and noted
when she arrived that she had actually made it in
fourteen minutes as she pulled into the now familiar
parking space by 'their' bench. Pausing for breath she
looked around and spotted Yvonne coming out of the
trees. Flashing her headlights to attract her attention
she saw the young girl start to run towards her.
Getting out of the car to meet her Barbara saw
immediately the distress in the young girl's eyes and
longed to reach out to her. Not waiting Barbara ran
towards the girl and they met about half way from the
tree line and immediately threw their arms around each
other. Barbara could feel and hear Yvonne's deep sobs
as she stroked her hair gently. A thrill went through
her too when she felt Yvonne's young body come in
crushing contact with her own and her breasts compress
against the girl's chest.
"There, there, honey. Let it out. Let it all out,"
Barbara cooed as she slowly rocked Yvonne in her arms
and caressed her shiny blonde hair.
"Oh Barbara, I don't know what's happening to me!
Please hold me!" Yvonne cried into Barbara's shoulder
as she continued to comfort her.
"Honey, I think whatever it is it's a good thing. But
I'm not letting you stay alone in those woods tonight.
You're coming home with me," Barbara ordered. Yvonne
quietly nodded yes and continued to cry and sniffle
quietly as Barbara led her slowly over to her car,
opened the passenger door and sat her inside, doing up
her seatbelt in the process. In the driver's seat
Barbara handed her some tissues from her purse then
took Yvonne's small hand in hers briefly before
starting the engine then held it again most of the way
home.
Both woman and girl realized on the drive to Barbara's
place that things had drastically changed in their
relationship, that they were on the verge of making
some deeper connection to each other and that felt a
little scary to both. All Barbara could think of was
please don't let me mess this up as the two of them
headed up in the elevator to her penthouse. In moments,
as they entered the condo hand in hand, both felt the
strange sensation that they somehow belonged here
together at this moment and anxiously hoped it was
mutual.
Chapter Two
As Yvonne entered Barbara's penthouse she was
overwhelmed by the huge picture window view of the
ocean many stories below that greeted her as she walked
through the doorway and exited from a short angled
hallway. Looking around she also felt a little
intimidated by the understated luxury that surrounded
her. Everything just oozed quality, from the original
colorful oil paintings on the walls to the dark walnut
furniture and pearl white upholstery. Elegant, that was
the word for it. Barbara's place was elegant much like
Barbara herself, Yvonne decided.
"Gosh," Yvonne exclaimed. "You must be rich!" words she
instantly regretted. "I mean, sorry, you're place is so
beautiful! I've never seen a place like this before,"
she said gazing around with awe and wonder in her
bright blue eyes.
Barbara laughed. "Yes I suppose it is. I've never seen
it through the eyes of someone else like you before."
she realized. "It makes me appreciate what I have all
over again. So thank you for your compliment honey. Do
you like the view?" she asked Yvonne, guiding her over
to her floor-to-ceiling tempered glass picture window
as she remembered sharply her own despondency and total
disinterest in this same view just a few short days
ago.
"It's awesome!" Yvonne exclaimed as she felt Barbara's
hand and arm rest comfortably on her shoulders as she
stared out at the magnificent panorama of nighttime
city lights reflecting off the ocean. They ringed the
bay like a multi-colored jewel necklace and lit the sky
up behind them with a warm green fading to dark blue
and on into black. Then Yvonne felt herself getting
warm flashes from the intimate but very welcome contact
with her new friend, feeling Barbara's breast lightly
pressing into her shoulder as she continued to hold
Yvonne to her side. A physical excitement began
stirring deep inside her.
"I think maybe we should talk," Barbara said gently.
"But first I'll make us a snack, would you like that?"
"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry and I'd, well, like to talk if
that's okay,"
"Of course it is. Now sit back and relax. I'll only be
a few minutes," Barbara said as she walked off to the
kitchen and began preparing some tomato sandwiches,
cookies and ice cream.
As Barbara worked away in the kitchen Yvonne took stock
of her feelings, aside from the ones she knew she had
to acknowledge and then release, those horrible
emotions from her past. The fact was that Barbara
turned her on, only it wasn't just a sexual thing
Yvonne knew, it was love. She was falling head over
heels in love with this beautiful, rich, kind and yes,
sexy woman and that scared her.
Barbara had said she loved her, but what had she meant
by that? Was it a kind of motherly love or did she feel
the same way Yvonne did? She simply didn't know and
this made her uneasy and afraid to take any action that
might provide her with the answer, dreading the pain
and loss she'd feel if she were rejected.
Yvonne decided to keep her feelings about Barbara to
herself for now but that was hard when the object of
her passionate affection entered the room carrying a
tray full of sandwiches and snacks. She looks so
marvelous, she thought as she took in the tight lines
of Barbara's clothing and then got a peek down her
blouse when she bent over to rest the tray on the
coffee table. Yvonne blushed and hoped that Barbara
hadn't noticed her staring at her cleavage.
Barbara had indeed noticed and a frisson of excitement
ran through her when she realized the young girl in
front of her had just checked out her boobs. Careful,
Barbara told herself. That isn't why you brought her
home. The girl is much too confused and befuddled right
now to know what she wants sexually or otherwise and I
must be the adult here. One wrong move and I could lose
her for good, she thought anxiously.
After making sure Yvonne felt comfortable helping
herself Barbara sat down beside her on her large plush
white couch. "So what would you like to talk about
precious? Would you like me to ask questions or do you
just want to tell it all to me while I just listen.
Either way is fine with me," Barbara offered. "And hey,
I'm a lawyer. Anything you tell me is completely
confidential, so don't be afraid," she laughed lightly.
"And I'm probably unshockable. Nothing you tell me is
going to change the way I feel about you sweetheart,
okay?"
"Really? You're a lawyer? Oh wow, I never talked to a
lawyer before," Yvonne said both truthfully and to buy
herself some time. Unburdening her soul to this woman
would be a huge act of trust and she wasn't sure she
was ready. On the other hand all her feelings were so
close to the surface, badly needed ventilating, and
Barbara had followed through on every promise so far.
She was sure she could trust her but would she be
turned off by things like her rape? Would she see
Yvonne after that as just another piece of trailer park
trash and not worthy of her deeper affections? Briefly
her fears fought against her need to disclose, but then
one look into Barbara's warm grey eyes convinced her to
take the chance, that everything just might be okay and
that Barbara would still feel the same about her
afterwards, just as she had said.
Mustering up her courage Yvonne began to tell her
gruesome tale of neglect and abuse that Barbara had
only half expected. While her own mother had been an
alcoholic, Yvonne's was a heroin and crack addict and
it became clear to Barbara that there was a big
difference between these addictions and the effects
they had had on each as children.
Yvonne told of being made to watch her mother turning
tricks, as her mother earned extra money by having the
child in the room, of watching the blood squirt from
hers veins as she tried to shoot up, of constantly
moving from hotels to rooming houses to social housing
during the brief times her mother tried to get clean,
and of fleeing in the middle of the night because the
rent wasn't paid.
Yvonne's one salvation had been school but she found it
difficult to fit in because of her frequent changes of
address and from the poor quality of her clothing and
hygiene. She was frequently taunted and bullied but
endured because some of the teachers cared and
recognized the brilliance of her young mind and
encouraged her to keep trying. And Yvonne had kept
trying, right up until that night when her mother's
latest boyfriend, in a frenzied drunken state, decided
he wanted the daughter too and Yvonne's world turned
upside down.
Barbara listened horrified as Yvonne related the events
of that terrible evening some five months ago on what
had been in fact her twelfth birthday. While Yvonne
cited each of the details of that terrifying night her
voice became almost mechanical in its delivery. It was
Barbara who had tears streaming down her face, whose
emotions were laid out and flayed raw by each
revelation of the cruelty and suffering meted out by
this boyfriend, this beast who had Yvonne's mother
stand by and watch the whole sordid and wretched scene
unfold.
"Oh my God, honey, how could anyone treat you that way?
It's monstrous!" cried Barbara as she scooped young
Yvonne into her arms and rocked her and held her tight,
so tight she realized the poor thing probably couldn't
breath, and she eased up.
"It was pretty bad alright," said Yvonne into Barbara's
blouse. "I was all bloody, you know, down there, and
real scared that he was gonna hurt me some more but he
stopped and his thing got soft and he grabbed my mom,
took her outside and left me alone. I cleaned up as
best I could and I was in a lot of pain. To feel safe I
spent the night in the closet with the door shut. In
the morning I just grabbed all my things and ran away
down here. I haven't seen either of them since and I
never want to again." Yvonne stated adamantly.
At that admission Yvonne's own tears began flowing
again and Barbara just held her and cherished her,
swearing to her over and over again that she would
never let anyone harm her like that ever again, ever
baby, ever...
They stayed locked in each other's arms for what seemed
hours when Yvonne pulled back finally and asked to use
the bathroom while wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Over there on the left," Barbara directed. "While
you're in there I'll get you some night clothes and
we'll see where you can sleep. If you want a shower
feel free honey. There's lots of soap, towels and
shampoo. A nice hot shower might make you feel a whole
lot better," she added. Yvonne answered saying that
sounded like a great idea and off she went.
When she was alone in Barbara's toilette and the door
closed she looked around. She'd never seen a bathroom
this big before or so pretty. Everything was pink and
lavender colored and smelled deliciously of exotic
soaps and perfumes. Ahead of her was a full length
mirror and she watched herself undress. She first
kicked off her old runners and socks then unbuttoned
her jeans and let them fall in a heap on the floor. She
pulled her white T-shirt over her head and stood naked,
underwear being something of a luxury in her world, and
then she looked closely at her body.
Given her age Yvonne thought she looked okay but she
had never really taken the time to study herself before
or see herself as a sexual being. She was slim and very
trim after her months living rough, about 5 feet tall,
and she'd managed somehow to keep most of her weight
on. Her breasts were as yet small prominences on her
chest but her nipples had grown and darkened over the
past year. Between her legs all of the abrasions and
bruising had finally healed but she noticed she could
see more of her labial lips than before, an unwanted
result of her rape that had brutally ripped away her
hymen. She noticed too, that her clitoris was now more
pronounced, peeking out almost shyly from the top of
her hairless slit.
Is it all enough though to keep Barbara interested in
her? And what if Barbara were only into men? Yvonne
shivered at this thought but decided to let these
questions go for now as she stepped lightly instead
into the steamy shower she had set for herself. One
thing at a time. If her life had taught her anything to
this point it was patience. As the warm steamy water
poured over her she let the heady, almost blissful
feeling of healing wash through her as well from her
disclosures to Barbara and her obvious acceptance of
her afterward. It had felt so good unloading all that
stuff to her.
Barbara, still attempting to process everything Yvonne
had told her, had meanwhile got busy on her guest room,
unused for many months, by airing it out, fluffing it
up and otherwise getting it ready for its latest guest.
She also dug out a size large white cotton T-shirt that
ought to suit Yvonne for the night. My God, what that
poor child's been through, she thought as she
continued.
Barbara's own bed was a king size posturepedic sea of
goose down underlays, satin sheets and plush
comforters. Being a very sensuous person she ensured
that her sleeping area matched her passion for soft,
gentle textures that allowed her to drift off to sleep
as if borne on a cloud. It had been a long time since
anyone had shared that bed with her though, she
recognized with some sadness.
As Barbara emerged from the guest room she saw Yvonne
exiting the bathroom. She looked so adorable with that
big blue bath towel wrapped around her body while a
smaller towel graced her head and hair. She was all
freshly pink and smiles as she came up to Barbara and
grinned a big grin.
"Your bathroom is awesome! I've lived with my mom in
rooms smaller than that!" she exclaimed with a laugh.
"So you're feeling better are you?"
"Yeah, and thank you so much for listening to me and
being here for me tonight. I hope I didn't like gross
you out or anything,"
"No way, honey pie. If anything I love you even more
now than I did before."
"Really? You don't know how much that means to me right
now," Yvonne said with a small sob as she embraced
Barbara in a warm almost passionate hug.
Barbara could feel the dampness of Yvonne's young body
pressed into hers and resisted the urge to simply strip
the bath towel away and feel her warm naked skin next
to her. My God, I'm losing it, she thought.
"Honey, there's a big old T-shirt in the guest room you
can put on and then I'll blow dry your hair for you.
How would that be?"
"That would be wonderful!" exclaimed Yvonne. Barbara
watched her scamper around the corner into the guest
room and marveled at how cute she looked when she re-
emerged wearing the size large white T-shirt.
"This feels just so cool!" Yvonne declared as she
modeled the shirt for Barbara, even letting it twirl
out as she spun around, which allowed Barbara to catch
a brief glimpse of her bare rear end, something she
wasn't at all expecting to see. Oh my, what an angel,
she thought, staring at her blonde hair and the snow
white shirt that fell to her knees. All she's missing
are the wings, a halo, and underpants.
"Okay sit over here, Yvonne," Barbara indicated a
chocolate colored kitchen chair she'd brought into the
living room. "Then I can brush and dry that lovely
blonde hair of yours." She set about gathering together
her blow dryer, comb, and hair brush and recovering
somewhat from the sight of Yvonne's bare pink ass
cheeks.
Yvonne quickly sat down with Barbara behind her and
felt the gentle heat of the dryer at work on her scalp.
Barbara would take each long strand of hair into the
brush then slowly apply the dryer inch by inch until
each strand was done. Yvonne relaxed into the gentle
sensuous rhythm of Barbara's ministrations to the point
where she almost fell asleep. Heaven, she decided,
could not get much better than this.
For Barbara's part she was having similar feelings to
Yvonne's. This simple act of grooming is so bonding,
she mused. She could see the look of almost ecstasy on
Yvonne's face as she continued, strand after strand, to
dry the young girl's hair. It was a look almost what?
Sexual? You're dreaming, she sighed to herself as she
continued until finally the job was done.
"My God honey, you're so beautiful!" Barbara gushed as
she took in the sight of Yvonne's perfect little face
framed by dry, clean, shimmering blonde hair.
Yvonne herself had never had this kind of attention
paid to her before and ran to look in a nearby cabinet
mirror. She squealed in delight then ran back to
Barbara and without thinking kissed her full on the
lips.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Barbara reassured her feeling
delightfully flustered. "I haven't been kissed in a
long time. It was nice, baby. Don't worry," but she
continued to look mortified, both hands sealing off her
lips.
"You mean it was okay? Kissing you like that?" Slowly
Yvonne relaxed and dropped her hands.
"More than okay baby," Barbara looked at her with a
desperately passionate look that she quickly tried to
cover up but too late. Yvonne had noticed.
A surge of sexual energy rushed through the girl as she
recognized the look on Barbara's face. For all of being
only twelve there are some things that are just
instinctual, like being able to read the lust in a
potential lover's eyes. Yvonne responded coyly.
"You mean you liked me kissing you?" Yvonne asked with
a grin and her eyes full of something almost
mischievous.
"Yes I did, so don't feel bad about it. In fact,"
Barbara held her breath. "You can kiss me whenever you
like," she exhaled and noticed the look of wonder in
Yvonne's eyes as the meaning of her words sunk in.
For Barbara this was as forward as she ever wanted to
get. The kiss had been enchanting, feeling the girl's
full lips in contact with her own, but she didn't want
to push herself onto her but she didn't want to close
the door on any further intimacies either. God, I'm
being so bad, she berated herself.
Yvonne was slightly less confused by Barbara's offer.
In fact she saw it as an invitation to start taking
some initiative, as something that freed her from her
dreadful fear of rejection. What in the world had
possessed her to kiss this woman? She wasn't going to
analyze it. Grown ups probably get freaked out by stuff
like this though so I'll take things slowly, Yvonne
concluded.
At the same time she was so excited because she might,
just might, after all her years of struggle, strife and
pain, get it all; the girl, the condo and the whole new
life she so desperately craved. Was that being selfish,
she wondered, then realized it didn't matter. If anyone
deserved a break it was her, she decided. For whatever
reason Barbara loved her and that was good enough. And
she now recognized, with something like a flash, that
she loved her back with probably equal intensity.
"So, do I get to kiss you good night then?" Yvonne
asked somewhat provocatively.
Barbara felt a wave of heat pass through her body. "You
sure do, but bedtime's a little ways ahead yet," she
deferred cautiously. "Do you want to watch some TV
first?" Yvonne quickly nodded yes and Barbara handed
her the remote. "While you're doing that I'll go have a
shower myself and change into my night clothes too. Be
back in a flash sweetie! And have some more ice cream
if you'd like," Barbara called over her shoulder as she
headed down the hall for the shower.
When Barbara had reached the sanctity of her bathroom
she noticed the humidity left over from Yvonne's
shower, but noted too that everything was otherwise in
order, including the folded washcloth, soap and shampoo
bottle placed exactly where they'd been before Yvonne's
visit. Her clothes too, were neatly folded and placed
on the counter. Well, if you're trying to score points,
you just have, Barbara laughed as she began undressing.
She too looked herself over in the full length bathroom
mirror and thought she still looked pretty damned good
for fifty. Her breasts were still firm and capped by
large pink nipples that she noticed were extended in
excitement. Her long legs were trim and the small
triangle of brown pubic hair at her groin topped them
off nicely. Who wouldn't want me? Barbara giggled
before stepping into the hot shower.
Once inside Barbara let the stress and tension of the
last few days wash out of her. She's here, she likes me
and I think she wants to stay, she decided confidently.
And maybe, just maybe there's something sexual bubbling
under her careful exterior, Barbara thought wickedly,
reliving the moment of their first kiss once again.
Taking her time Barbara luxuriated in the hot flowing
water, letting it play over her body endlessly, easing
her tired neck and shoulders especially, where she knew
she always carried her tension and stress. After a
quick shampoo and rinse she turned off the shower and,
feeling thoroughly refreshed, she prepared to venture
forth into this new relationship with Yvonne, wondering
at the possibilities it might bring to fruition for
both of them.
She found Yvonne comfortably planted on the couch
watching blaring music videos. As soon as she spied
Barbara though she turned down the volume.
"Sorry, I guess that was a little loud, huh?" Yvonne
asked, immediately endearing herself to Barbara, while
she in turn quietly admired Barbara's body swathed in a
big pink wrap-around bath towel. She is just so
gorgeous, Yvonne enthused to herself.
"Oh no worries. I grew up in the sixties and seventies.
Loud music doesn't bother me," Barbara laughed then sat
down at the other end of the couch.
"Hey, you want me to blow dry your hair too?" Yvonne
asked her.
"Well sure, if I'm not interrupting your program,"
Barbara said. "That would be nice, thank you!"
Seating herself in the same chair Yvonne had recently
occupied she propped herself up and waited for Yvonne
to start. "My hair's kind of short. You don't need to
comb or brush it, hon."
"Aw, but I want to," Yvonne pouted. Signaling her
surrender Barbara gave in and thoroughly enjoyed the
sensation of being pampered by this young pretty scamp
she was falling in love with. After a few precious
minutes under her tender care Yvonne announced proudly
that she was finished. "Go look!" she urged Barbara.
Barbara went to the same mirror Yvonne had used and
actually liked the job she'd taken such pains to do.
She turned around with a big smile on her face. "It's
wonderful, love. You did a great job!" Then she
surprised Yvonne by coming over and returning her kiss,
but this time letting it linger a few moments longer.
She sensed Yvonne responding and was excitedly
encouraged to go farther but stopped, pulling away as
she gazed into Yvonne's dreamy looking face and smiled.
"You see, kisses are okay honey."
"Oh my!" was all Yvonne said as she moved in for a big
hug. "But I still get to kiss you goodnight too,
remember?"
"How could I forget? I look forward to it!"
After this erotically charged moment Barbara moved off
to her bedroom to change. Oh my God, she thought as she
slipped on some panties and a large T-Shirt with a big
Garfield on it. I think she's really into going
further. I'd better be careful!
When Barbara came back out she joined Yvonne on the
couch and watched the videos with her. Some she even
enjoyed but with the others she realized contentedly
this is just something she's just going to have to get
used to, not that she was complaining.
"Honey, guess what?" Barbara asked during a commercial
break. "Maybe you don't know this but tomorrow's your
birthday."
"No, my birthday..."
"No honey. That wasn't a birthday you had last time.
I'm going to help you celebrate it all over again
tomorrow and, if you'd like, I want to start off by
taking you shopping, would that be okay?"
"Gosh yes!"
"And I'd also like you to consider living here with me
from now on. Of course you don't have to make your mind
up right away..."
Yvonne simply squealed "Oh my God, this is so too much.
You mean like move in now and...and never have to go
back to the woods...and live here in this like,
mansion? With you? You really like me that much?" she
gasped. Did she hear right? Did Barbara really want her
to live here with her?
Barbara almost cried when she saw the look of
cataclysmic joy on Yvonne's eager face. "God, I love
you sweetheart, you precious baby. Yeah I like you that
much. What do you think of that?"
"I think I want to stay here almost forever!" Yvonne
burst out in astonishment.
"Well, we'll take things a day at a time, honey, and
worry about forever some other day, but you can stay as
long as you like. How's that?"
"Perfect! I mean that's the best birthday present I
could ever get! Thank you!"
"Tomorrow's going to be a special day too honey, you'll
see," Barbara promised.
"Oooo, I know it will. I can't wait! And I think it's
even bedtime now," she said as her program ended. "So
do I get to give you that goodnight kiss then?"
Barbara simply moved her head down and touched her lips
tenderly against Yvonne's. Then she felt Yvonne's hand
gently place itself on her shoulder and the kiss
intensify. Following Yvonne's lead Barbara stayed with
her and heard Yvonne moan as the kiss deepened and
Barbara ever so slightly opened her lips and met
Yvonne's eager tongue with hers.
Both tentatively explored each other then they each
grew bolder until finally their mouths were wide open
and their tongues delved deep into each other's throat,
probing and dueling, endlessly tangling around and
around each other. Barbara felt dizzy with desire but
knew she had to pull back before things got out of
control.
"Sweet Jesus, baby, that was a pretty grown up kiss."
Barbara panted, holding Yvonne away from her by both
shoulders. "You know where that was heading don't you,
little one? You must know that that is in no way a
condition of my accepting you here. I'd be devastated
if you felt you had to please me like this just to stay
here."
"Oh my God, no!" cried Yvonne. "I am so in love with
you it hurts. I would never do that, I promise! Oh
please say it's okay?"
Seeing the pleading, hurt look in Yvonne's clear blue
eyes Barbara's heart melted. "Oh yes honey it's okay. I
just need to be sure. This is such a big step and it's
happening so fast I'm really nervous. And I love you
more than you can ever know, sweetheart, but I'm fifty
years old. Are you sure you want me as a lover? And
what about boys? Surely you'll want someone your own
age sooner or later..."
"Barbara no! I've always liked girls. I know I'm gay
and all kids my own age ever did was tease me and give
me a hard time. The only people nice to me are adults,
older people like my teachers and you. Please, I really
want you as my, well, girlfriend. I can't bear to think
about not being with you! And what about you, do you
like girls too? I mean..."
"Yes honey, I'm gay too. Funny how that work's out. I
won't be leaving you for some man any time soon," she
laughed. Barbara succumbed to her pleading and
questioning and hugged her close. "But you know baby,
there's going to be times where I'm going to have to be
the parent," she said by way of affirming her
acceptance of their relationship. "Not often I hope but
you're still a young minor and, just to let you know,
nobody can know about us and I mean nobody. Not street
friends nor anyone else. Can you handle that?"
"I never want to go down to those streets again ever! I
hated my life with my mother and I hate living in the
park and the street even more. I've figured out that
that's not who I am or where I belong. Here just feels
so right to me and I know how to keep secrets. I always
knew what to tell and not tell the social workers to
stay out of foster care, the police and doctors too,"
While some foster homes were no doubt excellent all
Yvonne had ever heard were the horror stories from
other kids. Better the devil she knew with her mother.
"I learned that much. Please don't worry about that,
okay?" Yvonne assured her.
"I keep forgetting how grown up you can be sometimes
and no, I won't worry honey," Barbara said sincerely.
"Now, about bedtime," she paused nervously. "Would you
like to sleep with me tonight?" she invited, hardly
believing that things had progressed so far so fast, or
that she'd said what she just did. "I'd like to take
things a little slowly but I'd be thrilled if you'd
cuddle up next to me tonight. Would that be okay?"
"Better than okay! I'd so love to sleep with you
tonight, you just don't know!" Yvonne enthused.
Barbara led her slowly into her bedroom that was done
up largely in different shades of blue. Exclaiming her
astonishment at the luxurious layout of Barbara's
boudoir Yvonne ran over to the bed and jumped on top of
her pastel blue duvet cover and instantly felt the
incredible softness of the goose down underlay beneath
it. "Oh my God, it's like you're a queen or something!"
she pronounced with awe.
"And you're my little princess," Barbara said with a
laugh while drawing back the covers. "Come on sweetie,
in you get," she ordered.
Yvonne didn't hesitate and dove in between Barbara's
dark indigo satin sheets and lay there in the middle of
the king size bed with the covers pulled up to her
chin. Barbara briefly adored the sight of her pretty
young face sticking out from the sea of blue that
surrounded her before climbing into bed beside her.
"Now come here and cuddle," Barbara ordered again.
"Okay, but how about I give you another goodnight kiss
first," Yvonne giggled, moving next to Barbara and
relishing the feel of her warm body touching hers.
"Oh, I suppose," said Barbara in mock indifference as
their lips met again in another searing kiss. Pulling
back slightly Barbara began kissing Yvonne's cheeks,
eyes and ears, finishing at her tender young neck. "Oh
sweetheart, you taste so good," Barbara murmured as she
continued. Nothing in her entire life had felt more
right than this. How could that be?
"I feel like I'm in heaven or some kind of dream,"
Yvonne whispered. "I just hope I never wake up!" She
moved closer to Barbara and felt the fullness of her
breasts against her chest and the urgent contact her
hips were making. She decided to relax and submit to
whatever desires Barbara might have, trusting in her
completely.
"Honey, tonight we're just going to kiss and cuddle but
remember," Barbara reminded her. "Tomorrow's your
birthday sweetheart, so anything you want to do here,
or not do here, is okay. Can you wait?" Can I wait?
mused Barbara.
How deliciously sweet she is, Yvonne thought. "Yes I
can wait. I guess this is going to be some birthday,
huh?" she giggled.
"Yep, as good as I can make it," Barbara promised and
with that she turned Yvonne over and spooned with her,
giving little butterfly kisses to her neck and ear.
"That tickles," she murmured happily.
Barbara continued until she felt Yvonne slowly unwind
and fall into a deep relaxed sleep. Yes, girlfriend
it's going to be some birthday for you. The best I can
make it, Barbara promised again as she too slowly
drifted off into a deep satisfying slumber.
Chapter 3
Barbara awoke early before Yvonne and lay on her side
watching her sleep. Her long golden hair was fanned out
on either side of her face and, along with her snow
white T-shirt, reminded her of how much Yvonne looked
exactly like the little angel she had become to
Barbara, rescuing her from a life full of despair and
meaninglessness. Seeing her looking so innocent and
vulnerable she couldn't resist and leaned over and
kissed her on the forehead. Yvonne stirred sleepily
then opened her eyes.
"Oh that felt nice," Yvonne yawned tiredly, giving
Barbara a great big smile.
"You looked so beautiful lying there I couldn't resist.
And happy birthday darling."
"Thank you Barbara. You say the most wonderful things
to me. Do you want me to get up now?"
"Only if you want to. It's still early if you want to
sleep some more. I'm getting up though and having a
shower. Then can I cook you breakfast? How about
omelets, do you like those?" Barbara asked, anxious to
cook the first meal they would share together. "I'll
wake you when it's all ready."
"I love omelets! That would be so cool!" Yvonne quickly
embraced Barbara and gave her a small kiss.
"Mmm," cooed Barbara. "Can't have dessert before the
main meal, you know," she giggled.
"Rats." As if in a huff, Yvonne turned over and
pretended to sleep.
Barbara laughed at her then headed for the shower.
Getting under the steaming water she realized she'd
never felt so excited or alive. This young girl was
working miracles in her life. And all this at my age
and all from someone so young. She'd never been
attracted to young girls before and she was still a bit
mystified by her feelings but she decided not to
question them any longer. Everything up to now seemed
too right and good.
Getting out of the shower she went into the bedroom to
discover that Yvonne had indeed fallen back asleep. So
as not to disturb her and avoid the awkward situation
of being naked in front of her (she wanted the first
time to be a bit more romantic), she gathered together
the clothes she wanted to wear and went out to the
living room to change.
Fully dressed in casual slacks and a frilly white top
she liked she put on socks and sneakers to match and
proceeded to the kitchen. Whipping up the eggs, grating
the cheese, chopping the onions, celery, and ham
Barbara discovered a new love for the domestic arts.
Cooking for someone you love is so much better than
cooking for yourself, she pondered, thinking of all the
money she had spent eating out all these years. A good
thing something told her last week to stock up the
fridge and pantry. She was actually a good cook and
thoroughly enjoyed this chance to pick up the skills
again.
When the meal was finally prepared and places set at
the kitchen table complete with toast, marmalade, jam
and two large glasses of orange juice, she went in to
call Yvonne.
"Breakfast's ready honey!" she announced from the
bedroom door.
"Okay, I'm up," Yvonne said with a yawn. "Wow, it
smells delicious! Omelets are my favorite," she
enthused. Getting out of bed she padded her way
barefoot to the kitchen in her long white T-shirt, a
sight that Barbara found simply too endearing for
words.
When she arrived at the table Yvonne immediately spied
a bran muffin Barbara had set out for her, with a
glowing birthday candle stuck in the middle of it.
"Happy birthday sweetheart. It was the best I could do
on short notice."
"It's all so marvelous! Oh thank you Barbara, thank you
so much!" Yvonne exclaimed running over to hug her
tightly, then lifting up her head and standing on tip
toes she kissed her affectionately on the lips.
"Mmm, let's eat. I'm starving. Bet you are too."
Barbara enjoined.
They both sat down as Yvonne made a silent, very
naughty wish and blew out the candle. Tucking in to
their breakfast Barbara watched as Yvonne wolfed down
every scrap of food in front of her and finished by
gulping down her big glass of OJ. Announcing she was
done and how yummy it was she sat and watched Barbara
finish hers off at a more leisurely pace.
With breakfast done Barbara cleared off the table and
sent Yvonne to the living room to gather up the remains
of last night's snack. Together they loaded the
dishwasher and then Barbara scooted her off to the
shower. When she was done and dressed again they both
sat back down at the kitchen table.
"Okay, here's the plan sweetheart," said Barbara. "I'm
going to take you round to the downtown mall and get
you a whole new wardrobe and all the other stuff you're
going to need. School's only a couple of weeks a way
too, but we'll talk more about that when we're done.
Along the way I'll buy us a nice lunch and then we'll
see about your birthday present. Sound good so far?"
"You mean I get a birthday present on top of all that
other stuff?" Yvonne marveled.
"Yep, so start thinking about what that might be. And
it better be expensive!" Barbara laughed. "Ever hear
those words before?"
"No ma'am and thank you. I can't believe it!"
As they headed for Barbara's car, Yvonne's head was
awhirl with possibilities. She'd never bought new
clothes like this before. Always her pants, jeans, T-
shirts and tops had come from thrift shops or
occasionally from cheap discount stores. What did she
want to wear? She hoped Barbara was going to help her
pick out what looked nice on her. She had some ideas of
what she wanted but her lack of experience in these
matters made her feel a bit uncertain, even afraid. She
didn't want to appear as some kind of fashion geek to
this woman who had become so important in her life.
Yvonne needn't have worried. Barbara was sensitive to
the fact that this was undoubtedly a new experience for
Yvonne and she guided her through the process like the
fashion maven she was. Looking good in her field had
been mandatory and Barbara had developed a good fashion
sense early, something she now willingly passed along
to her young charge.
"What we need to figure out first is which colors suit
you the best," Barbara said. "My guess is you're a
winter person, so let's look at blues, blacks, grays,
and whites first." She said, remembering how precious
Yvonne had looked framed in her bed in blue and white.
So saying they went through shops, department stores,
and boutiques trying on slacks, skirts, blouses, tops,
shirts, jackets and coats until Yvonne began feeling
all tuckered out. Ending this expedition therefore and
loaded down with purchases, they had a pick-me-up drink
from the Orange Julius stand and dropped their shopping
bags into the trunk of the Lexus. Then they went
looking for shoes.
At the first shoe store they bought Yvonne three pairs
of high priced runners that matched the rest of her
wardrobe, and then they headed for the upscale ladies
shoe store that Barbara often shopped at. There Yvonne
was treated to the look and feel of truly elegant foot
wear, made from hand-crafted leather, rich suede and
other materials she could only guess at. All her
choices were on the conservative side, which seemed to
suit Yvonne. At least in fashion she preferred not to
make bold statements. She wanted in fact, to look as
nice and quietly stylish as Barbara.
Next on the agenda were toiletries, underwear, make-up,
and other sundries. Barbara chose all the make-up for
Yvonne because the girl had never bought or worn any
before. She completely trusted Barbara's judgment in
that domain. Socks, underwear and, after a bit of
discussion, training and sports bras were added to the
pile, as were pantyhose, hair brushes, a comb and
manicure set, Yvonne's own choice of fragrant soaps,
shampoo, and conditioner, along with a few colorful
berets and hair ties and bands, some bits of moderately
expensive jewelry, toothbrushes, deodorant and
everything else a respectable twelve year old girl
ought to have, including a pair of designer sunglasses.
Thoroughly shopped out the pair headed down to
Barbara's car and deposited the rest of their purchases
in the trunk. Yvonne felt decidedly grungy in her T-
shirt and jeans and asked if she couldn't change into
some of the clothes they'd just bought before going to
lunch. Deciding that was a good idea Barbara elected to
keep watch while Yvonne carried her selections into the
back seat and began her transformation. She reluctantly
refused to peek.
When Yvonne emerged she took Barbara's breath away. Her
long blonde hair was tied back with a black silk hair
band and crowned with her new sun glasses. She also
wore a white open neck polo shirt with blue and gray
trim at the collar and cuffs, complete with a small
pretty silver necklace around her throat. She had also
changed into a pair of tailored looking navy blue
shorts, white ankle socks and the dark blue trimmed
white Nike's she'd been wearing since Barbara had
bought them. Set off against her light summer tan she
looked like a graceful young catalogue model.
"My God, you look gorgeous, honey! I can't believe it,"
Barbara was close to tears. "Turn around and let me
look at you," Yvonne obediently did a slow twirl then
curtseyed. "Oh, you are so lovely Yvonne, you
flabbergast me!"
Yvonne giggled and hugged Barbara. "I like you looking
at me," she said excitedly then both of them got in to
the car, did up their seat belts and drove off to
lunch.
Barbara took them to a good quality seafood place near
her building and suggested the fish and chips to
Yvonne. Accepting her advice Yvonne was allowed to
order for herself and Barbara ordered the same, along
with club sodas for them both. Barbara suddenly
recognized with gratitude that her urge for alcohol was
completely gone, something else she could chalk up to
her angel from the street.
"So, have you decided on a birthday present yet?"
Barbara asked as they were finishing their meal.
"Yes I have. Can it be anything?"
"How about anything so long as it fits in the car. I'm
not lugging home a pony, okay?" Barbara laughed.
"No, no. What I want is a really nice watch, like
yours." She remembered the watch Barbara had given her
in the park but wanted to keep that one somewhere safe
and permanently set at 8 o'clock. Then Yvonne paused.
"Lingerie," she said. "Some really nice lingerie
because I want to look special for you. Is that okay?"
"Oh my goodness, that is so sweet, and so sexy! Yeah
you can have those if that's what you want."
Assuring Barbara that she did they finished their meal,
paid the bill and headed uptown first to Barbara's
favorite jewelry store then on to Victoria's Secret.
Yvonne picked out a delicate gold and platinum Swiss
watch with a suitably large price tag, as Barbara had
ordered, then off they went in search of lingerie.
Yvonne wanted to make her selections a surprise so
Barbara asked the sales clerk to assist Yvonne while
she went off and bought a few things for herself. She
told her, just to allay any suspicions, that Yvonne was
her niece and she wanted to freak out her sister. The
clerk laughed and bought in to the story, playing her
role eagerly. She left her credit card with Yvonne and
told her not to worry about the price.
About forty five minutes later Barbara returned, signed
the credit card receipt, thanked the clerk and let
Yvonne carry her hidden purchases back to the car.
Although she was dying to see what she'd selected she
respected Yvonne's wishes and didn't ask to look.
"Honey, that is just so sweet of you to buy lingerie to
wear for me. I can't wait to see you in it," Barbara
told her as they drove home.
"I've always dreamed of having nice lingerie," Yvonne
sighed happily. "You mean I can put it on for you when
we get to home?"
"You sure can, baby doll. Today is your day, remember?
Anything you want when we get home is fine with me,"
Like I'm complaining about this request. Oh my, she
thought, this is all so wicked.
When they finally parked in Barbara's underground space
the first thing Yvonne did was take her old T-shirt,
jeans, and runners and toss them in the trash. "I never
want to wear jeans again ever. That's all I've worn
most of my life and I hate them," she declared.
So that's why she didn't pick out any blue jeans,
Barbara thought. Well I can't blame her and I'm
certainly not complaining. Barbara was no fan of jeans
herself. Acknowledging Yvonne's decision she set to,
gathering up all their purchases for the trip up the
elevator. Both of them, fully laden, finally made it to
the elevator. Barbara had to fumble with her pass card
at the elevator and again at her door before they
finally made it through and home.
"Come on, let's dump these things in the guest room
which is now officially your room by the way. Of course
we can sleep together but I want you to have your own
private space too, and it will look good when we have
guests. What do you think?"
"Oh yeah, I think that's great! And I can decorate it
and everything?" Yvonne asked excitedly.
"You betcha! You can even have your own computer if you
like. Something tells me you'd be good at that. In fact
I bet soon you'll be teaching me things on it."
"I love computers. We had them in school. But one of my
very own, and the internet too?"
"Of course. It's no problem to network off my
connection. Till then you're welcome to use mine any
time you like, okay?"
Yvonne was ecstatic as they began putting away all her
new things, taking off the tags, then sorting and
hanging them up, putting them in drawers, arranging in
the process her jewelry, manicure set, make-up, hair
brush, and combs on the vanity which came with a large
oval mirror that had an adjustable angle. Eventually
all that remained were Yvonne's two Victoria's Secret
bags.
"Okay, you gotta leave now 'cause I'm going to give you
a fashion show, remember?"
"How could I forget, sweetheart! I'll wait for you in
the living room."
Yvonne paused after Barbara left then started
undressing. She was amazed at how unselfconscious she
was about showing her body off to Barbara. In fact the
whole idea was turning her on big time. When nude she
stroked herself and preened a moment in front of her
mirror before picking out her first garment.
As Barbara exited what was now Yvonne's room she closed
the door softly behind her. She made her way to the
couch and sat down waiting in excited anticipation to
see what Yvonne had chosen. A few minutes later
Yvonne's door opened and she strode out briskly into
Barbara's view, stopped in front of her, and did a slow
pirouette.
Barbara gasped and clapped her hands to her face.
Yvonne had on a black shear lace teddy that
provocatively hid her nipples and pussy, but revealed
just about everything else including her deliciously
rounded butt and her perfectly sculpted legs. She's
such a tease! Barbara thought but the sight of her pink
little ass through the black lace was certainly enough
satisfaction for now. My God, what next? Her
temperature was fast rising.
Next turned out to be a white lacey camisole that
clearly allowed Barbara to see Yvonne's little puffy
coral colored nipples and breasts for the first time
while providing just a glimpse of her hairless pink
slit through a pair of matching panties. Barbara
thought she might come on the spot, she was getting so
hot. The little minx, she thought gleefully.
Yvonne watched every look on Barbara's face and could
tell she was having a big effect on her. She'd never
felt so sexy before than she did now modeling her
lingerie for her new lover. Every stare of Barbara's,
every gasp and blush made her feel powerful, turned on
and wanted, things she'd never ever felt before. After
her third presentation of a transparent light blue bra
and panties that left nothing to the imagination,
Yvonne stopped the show and knelt down in front of
Barbara.
"That's all for now. I'm saving the rest for another
time. Do you like them?"
"Like them! Baby doll come here and kiss me before I
die of excitement," Barbara and Yvonne embraced
standing up and, as their kissing grew steadily more
passionate, Barbara's hand drifted down to cup Yvonne's
delightful young ass, slipping her hand under her shear
panties, stroking it lightly and pulling her in closer
to her. Yvonne moaned in approval and both their hips
started a slow grinding against each other that
signaled their building passion.
"Let's go to your bedroom," Yvonne finally panted. "You
said I could have anything I wanted and I want you.
Right now," she giggled.
"Your wish is my command," was all Barbara managed as
they slowly walked, arm in arm, down the hall to
Barbara's bedroom, their minds smoldering with erotic
expectation.
"My turn to see you now," Yvonne whispered and began
unbuttoning Barbara's blouse. Barbara worked away at
her slacks and felt them drop to the floor as Yvonne
finished with her blouse. Barbara slipped it off and
reached behind her to undo her bra. As it fell through
her arms she heard a quick intake of breath from
Yvonne. "Gosh you are so beautiful!"
"You like my big old titties?" Barbara laughed knowing
how much attention Yvonne always paid to them. She slid
out of her panties next then moved in to embrace
Yvonne. The feel of her naked pink skin against her own
was exquisite. She quickly removed Yvonne's delicate
see-through bra and panties set and placed them
carefully on her nightstand then held her out to admire
her naked form. "You are so beautiful," she whispered,
looking down at Yvonne's hard pink nipples and cute
little hairless slit. Then she picked her up and
practically threw her on the unmade bed behind her.
"I – I've never done this before..." stuttered
Yvonne as Barbara descended on top of her, stopping her
words with an enormous soul rattling kiss. Barbara
continued kissing her sweet angel, tangling their
tongues around and around each other till she pulled
back to whisper to Yvonne.
"It's okay honey, relax a bit. This is your day,
remember? I'll help you along, don't worry. Why don't
you play with my breasts? They're very sensitive and I
keep seeing you stare at them," Barbara giggled.
Yvonne's hands moved eagerly over Barbara's large
breasts as she lay flat to give her better access.
"That's it baby, feel them, feel how hard my nipples
are. They're hard because of you honey, you turn me on
so much!" Barbara inhaled sharply as Yvonne kneaded her
breast flesh and pulled and teased at her elongated
pink nipples. "Now suck them honey. Take them in your
mouth, that's it. Ooooh that feels so good, precious!"
Yvonne was in heaven with her face buried in Barbara's
ample breasts. She had so dreamed of this moment, this
perfect moment of her first real sexual experience. She
could feel herself getting wet and smelled Barbara's
heady musk as well.
"Now honey, I want to touch you too, is that okay?"
Barbara asked. "Down there as well," she said
indicating Yvonne's pink and swollen pussy.
"Oh God yes!" hissed Yvonne. "You can do anything you
want with me. I'm just so excited!"
Barbara could actually feel her trembling as she laid
her hand gently on her breast then moved down to suck
on her hard coral pink nipples. They tasted like
heaven, so small and erect. She bathed them with her
tongue and sucked them gently into her mouth and felt
the developing swell of her tender young breasts in her
hands. Raising her head briefly she trailed her hand
slowly down to Yvonne's waiting pussy, just lightly
grazing her fingers over her small slit.
"Oh Gosh, that feels nice! Please touch me some more!"
Yvonne implored her passionately.
Driven on by Yvonne's words she let her fingers part
her pussy lips and felt how soft and wet she was, and
then she concentrated on her little clit, just peeking
its head out the top of her pussy. She quickly found
the little bud and began to stroke it in rapid little
circles as Yvonne's hips started bucking and heaving to
her amorous attentions.
"Yes baby doll, I want to make you come. Come for me
baby, come!" Barbara extolled, continuing to frig
Yvonne's sweet clit rapidly.
"Oh shit, oh fuck!" Yvonne moaned out, not caring if
Barbara was offended as a huge orgasm impended.
Anything but offended, Barbara loved Yvonne's dirty
talk, which seemed so out of character for her. "Oh my
God, I'm coming! I'm coming for you!" Yvonne wailed as
a huge climax spread from her steamy hot cunt through
her entire body until she arched completely off the
bed. Barbara struggled to hold her as her climax
continued to wrack her slim young twelve year old body.
Yvonne was moaning and crying out her pleasure as her
orgasm slowly subsided. Barbara held her tightly
murmuring over and over, "Oh my baby, oh my sweet
child," stroking her sweaty back all the while, feeling
her own swollen breasts pressed hard against her small
heaving chest.
"Oh, Barbara, I've never come like that before. That
was heaven!" Yvonne sobbed into Barbara's shoulder.
"Hey, little one, there's lots more where that came
from. I can teach you so much," Barbara whispered.
"Can I touch your pussy now? It looks scrumptious,"
Yvonne asked quietly.
"You do whatever you like, darling."
Yvonne moved her body around and rested her head on
Barbara's stomach. Her right hand started to drift
slowly down until her fingers began to tangle in
Barbara's light coating of pussy fur, sending tiny
shivers up Barbara's spine. Exploring further she
encountered Barbara's pussy lips and felt her wetness.
Slipping her finger into her slit Yvonne began gently
stroking her, eventually finding the tight opening to
her vagina and slipping two fingers inside. It felt so
wet and hot in there she marveled. Then she heard
Barbara moan as she began a gentle fucking motion,
raising her head a little to watch what she was doing.
"God, honey, yes! Fuck me like that! It feels so good,"
Barbara cried softly as Yvonne continued to probe
deeper inside her hot pussy. "Go faster honey, that's
it, fuck me faster!"
Yvonne complied with Barbara's wishes, loving Barbara's
naughty words, and turned to look at her face now
contorted with lust. She'd seen that look a few times
on her mother's face but this time she knew she was the
instrument of this sweet torture and it thrilled her.
Pleasing her own precious angel this way pleased her so
much she wanted the moment never to end. Remembering
what Barbara had done for her Yvonne brought in her
other hand and found Barbara's distended, swollen clit
and began frigging her there in small rapid circles.
Barbara felt the intensity of her coming orgasm and
braced to receive its sweet release. Squeezing her own
breasts and nipples almost mindlessly she was on the
edge of an ecstasy she hadn't experienced in years, if
ever. She felt every stroke of Yvonne's busy hands on
her cunny. Then it hit her in hot, searing waves of
pleasure radiating out from her pussy like a huge
tsunami. Every nerve in her body seemed charged with
the force of it and her lower limbs shook from its
power.
It seemed like minutes before she began to relax and
started hearing the gentle voice of young Yvonne
whispering in her ear, "Oh my God, that was so sweet,
that was so awesome, I love you so much, Barbara!"
Barbara quickly embraced Yvonne's young sweet body and
kissed her deeply, stroking her hair, her back, her
sweet little ass over and over, unable to get enough of
this young girl to hold on to and to love. As their
passion peaked and quelled they both stopped and looked
into the other's face, gazing in wonderment and
adoration.
"God, honey I've never come like that. Thank you so
much. That was so special, sweetheart. I love you
Yvonne, more than I can ever tell you." Barbara
whispered to her softly yet intensely, wanting her
words to impress themselves right into her divine soul.
Yvonne threw herself against Barbara and began to cry.
"Nobody's ever told me that before, not like you do. I
just know you do, you're so real to me, so kind and so
honest it's a little scary. I just hope I can love you
back as much, that I'll be everything you will be proud
of, that you won't be disappointed in me." She sobbed.
"I'm really not much, you know," she giggled a little.
"And I don't have any tits either!"
"I love your sweet little titties, honey and hey, until
you get some more of your own I've got enough for both
of us, so cheer up!" Barbara laughed. "And I already
know you won't disappoint me but you have to know that
my feelings for you are unconditional," Barbara said
looking her straight in the eye. "That means you can
screw up, make mistakes and fail from time to time, and
I'll still love you just as much. I know there's a lot
you've missed in your life, that you maybe don't know a
lot of things other girls your age do, but that's not
your fault. And I'm making it my job to get you caught
up. Is that okay with you?"
"I love how you always ask me if it's okay. Everybody
else just orders me around all the time. And yes, it's
okay with me," Yvonne said looking fondly at her lover.
Her lover, gosh that feels so grown up and serious, she
thought with delight.
"Now how about we have a nice shower together? That'll
be fun, don't you think?" asked Barbara.
"Gosh yes! And after I can wear my new bath robe, the
silky blue one!"
Barbara watched fondly as Yvonne ran naked into her
room and came out carrying her new treasure over her
arm. "Let's go!" she cried and off they went to the
shower room.
After adjusting the temperature Barbara and Yvonne
entered the large stall together and got under the warm
spray. The first thing Barbara did was grab the soap
and begin washing Yvonne's pink little body all over,
especially the sensitive places between her legs, over
her ripe little backside, and around her tiny coral
peaked breast mounds. Yvonne shivered with all this
attention and couldn't wait until it was her turn.
Barbara didn't want to stop but she realized Yvonne
could only get so clean and probably wanted a turn
herself. She graciously handed the soap to her young
lover and felt her small hands immediately trace
delicious erotic patterns over her skin, paying extra
attention to her swelling breasts. Then she washed her
back, moving down to fondly stroke her tight ass over
and over again. Turning her around to rinse her off she
knelt down and lathed a big mound of suds into her
throbbing pussy before sensuously running her soapy
hands up and down her long legs. Breathing heavily at
this point Barbara thought she might be close to
another orgasm.
"Honey stop a minute. Do you want to watch me get
myself off, you know, uh, masturbate?" Barbara said
with some trepidation but dying to perform for her
young princess. "You've got me all excited," she
smiled.
"Yes, I mean no, I mean I'll do it..." Yvonne
stuttered.
"No honey, I want to do this for you, okay?"
"Yeah it's okay!" Yvonne enthused. She had never
imagined a sexual act like this before but the idea
burned in her imagination.
Yvonne stood staring as Barbara's hands moved slowly to
begin their work. She began with a rough massage of her
left breast, pulling on her nipple and squeezing her
tit as her right hand delved down between her legs. The
hot slippery soap and water acted as potent lubricants,
allowing her hands to glide smoothly and effortlessly
over her skin. She watched Yvonne's rapt face intently
as she began to play with herself in earnest, slipping
two fingers into her cunt and fucking herself with hard
little slapping sounds.
"Oh that looks so cool!" Yvonne whispered as Barbara
now began rubbing her extended clit bud in hard round
circles using her other hand.
As her climax approached she couldn't take her eyes off
Yvonne who had that almost dull look of erotic
stupefaction on her face she recognized from past
sexual encounters like this. Her mouth was open with
eyes fixed in place, almost willing Barbara to come.
And come she did, with a huge shudder and a moaning of
pure sexual pleasure and release. Yvonne continued
staring as Barbara slowly came back to earth, spent and
happy looking.
"That was so cool, Barbara!" Yvonne cried and ran over
to embrace her as the steaming hot water washed over
their tired bodies, leaving them both almost limp with
satisfaction.
"I do that, masturbate I mean," Yvonne said quietly.
"But I never knew it was so okay. I was always ashamed
when I uh, played with myself. I thought it was
supposed to be dirty but watching you do it was
beautiful and such a turn on! Can I do it for you
sometime?" she asked eagerly.
"I can't wait, honey bunch. I'd adore watching you. And
thank you for saying it was beautiful. I wasn't sure if
you were going to like it or not. I'm glad you did and
I really liked doing it for you. But for now let's get
dried off and into our robes and just hang out for
awhile, what do you say?"
"Cool, babe!" said Yvonne with a laugh as they got out
of the shower. Toweling each other off they each put on
their silky kimonos and went to sit down on Barbara's
big white couch.
Seated close together Barbara asked her. "So how's your
birthday so far, little one?"
"Awesome! I can't believe how good it is. It's my best
birthday ever! I don't think anything will ever be this
good. Thank you Barbara, you are just so kind to me and
I love you to bits," Yvonne exclaimed.
"And just for saying those nice things I'm going to do
something special for you. You're still all turned on
aren't you?" Yvonne quickly nodded yes. "Okay then, sit
back and open your robe. Barbara's gonna give you a
great big kiss," Yvonne complied and, being extremely
curious about what was to happen next, she bared her
naked young body to Barbara's heated gaze. Barbara
knelt down in front of her and proceeded to kiss her
stomach and then her belly button, which sent tingles
right into Yvonne's clitoris. Moving lower she at last
seized her main prize and glued her eager mouth over
Yvonne's hairless young pussy.
Yvonne was at first shocked, never actually having
heard about oral sex between women before, but was soon
caught up in the shear pleasure of it as she felt
Barbara's lips and tongue hard at work on her clit and
cunt. "Yes!" she cried "Lick my pussy, lick it!" She
reveled in each new sensation as Barbara's tongue first
attacked her hardened nub of a clit then moved down to
penetrate her hole. "Oh God, fuck me Barbara, fuck me
with your mouth. Oh, oh, I can't stand it!" she wailed
wrapping her legs tightly around Barbara's head then
relaxing to allow her to breathe.
Both of Yvonne's hands entwined themselves in Barbara's
damp hair as she felt the beginnings of another
magnificent climax approaching. "Don't stop, Barbara,
please don't stop!" she urged. "Lick my cunt, fuck me
with your tongue! Oooo I'm almost there!" She
discovered she loved using the 'C' and 'F' words, but
hoped Barbara wasn't offended.
Barbara was not in the least offended and was in fact
hugely turned on by these dirty little words, coming
especially as they did from such a beautiful young
angel's lips. As her fingers tweaked and pulled at
Yvonne's small nipples she continued to bathe her pussy
with her tongue, loving her fresh smell and the taste
of her musk. As she sucked hard on her small clit and
worked a finger into her tight hole she could feel the
beginnings of Yvonne's orgasm through subtle changes in
the tensions throughout her body. When it finally hit
she hung on tightly to her creamy ass cheeks and buried
her face in her sopping tender pussy as Yvonne bucked
and heaved her way through her electrifying come.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." was all Yvonne
could repeat in the aftermath of her spectacular
climax.
Barbara looked up at her from between her legs and
smiled. "So you liked that, did you?" she asked coyly.
"Like I guess so!" Yvonne laughed as Barbara sat down
beside her and held her tightly, laughing gently along
with her. Then Yvonne froze. "Uh, those words..."
"You mean like fuck and cunt? Those words? Hey, I love
how you talked dirty to me, sweetheart" Barbara
giggled. "It's a big turn on for me so please don't
worry. It's something I really enjoy when making love,
especially with you."
"You are just so cool Barbara. Everything sexy we do
seems to be okay with you"
"Just to let you know, here's the rule I play by
sweetie: You can request anything and you can refuse
anything without judgment or shame, and with no
questions asked either way. As long as that applies sex
can be a great adventure for both of us, don't you
think?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah, it's just that I don't know a lot about it yet.
I'm afraid I might bore you or something."
"Honey, you will never bore me in bed or out, believe
me. I just hope I can keep up to you. You're in the
prime of your life and puberty's just hit so you're
going to be horny all the time and I'm going to be too
pooped to play. That's what you have to worry about!"
Barbara laughed.
"Well, let's just hope not too much. But you will tell
me, won't you, if I'm boring or anything?"
"Okay, I promise but I just don't see that happening,
sweetheart so please relax," Barbara pleaded.
"Alright," Yvonne agreed then quickly changed the
subject. "I love how you kissed me, you know, on my
pussy like that. I mean, did you like it?"
"I've wanted to do that to you for three days now,
sweetie," If she only knew! "Yes I liked it."
"So I can try that on you, too? I mean I'd like to. I
love giving you pleasure so much. It's like a major
turn on for me to make you come," Yvonne smiled up at
Barbara.
"Oh boy, I'll look forward to that! And it works both
ways," Barbara said. "I love making you all excited and
getting you off too. That's what sex is supposed to be
about, giving pleasure to each other out of pure love.
Anything else is just mutual masturbation. Two bodies
rubbing against each other to get themselves off,"
laughed Barbara.
"Hey, I like masturbating now," complained Yvonne.
"And so do I. For me it's making love to myself because
now I love myself. I'm not using anybody else for my
own pleasure."
"And it really got me hot watching you masturbate. I
wanted to play with myself too, almost, except I
couldn't stop watching. That was just so horny," Yvonne
said with an edge of excitement in her voice.
"Oh, baby, there is so much we can do together,"
Barbara said in a deep sultry voice that immediately
started Yvonne's juices flowing in anticipation. "So
very much."
Chapter 4
That night, the night of Yvonne's 're-birthday' as they
ended up calling it, was filled with as much passion as
Barbara and she could put into it. Sometimes Barbara
thought she might be going too far but young Yvonne
kept up with every motion, notion and sensuous massage
lotion Barbara had. They had not exhausted the
possibilities by any means, however. But Yvonne did
discover how much she liked eating Barbara's pussy. She
loved everything about it, her smell, her taste and the
different textures against her tongue as she explored
every nook and cranny of Barbara's cunt.
Finally spent and exhausted they both dozed off into a
deep, dreamless sleep on that special night happily
cuddled in each other's arms. Neither of them moved
very much during the night and they lay in almost the
same position they had started with, face to face with
their arms draped casually over each other as the
morning sun broke through the drapery.
Barbara awoke instantly at the same time she always did
and couldn't take her eyes off of twelve year old
Yvonne cuddled so sweetly next to her. She eased
herself away from her ever so slowly so as not to waken
her and headed for the shower. She was surprised she
could still walk after the tumultuous sex they had had
together last night. I have never been so thoroughly
laid in my whole life, she decided gleefully.
Standing under the steaming shower Barbara couldn't
believe how happy she was. As the hot water streamed
down her body, washing away all the traces of their
recent love making, she almost had to pinch herself to
believe this was all real. I am so in love with this
girl, please God don't let me mess it up she begged
shamelessly. Just as she finished her quietly desperate
prayer Yvonne wandered naked into the shower and
without a word simply walked over with eyes closed and
half asleep, wrapped her arms around Barbara and lay
her head on her chest, seemingly oblivious to the hot
spray falling on her.
"Good morning sweetheart. Is this your way of telling
me you're not exactly a morning person?"
Yvonne mumbled an inaudible reply into Barbara's chest
before raising her head and smiling up at her all slick
and wet from the shower. "Any morning that has you in
it is a good enough morning for me. I need to get
myself back on human time, not street time is all. I
love mornings, but not as much as I love you right now.
Nobody loves anybody like I love you right now," Yvonne
mumbled quietly and snuggled closer.
"That is so precious sweetheart, and I love you just as
much and maybe more," Barbara said earnestly. After
this exchange they leisurely finished their wash and
shampooing, then explored each other's bodies some more
while drying off. Donning their silken robes they
padded out to the kitchen and began their now daily
ritual of drying each other's hair, Yvonne's first then
Barbara's.
After a breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages and toast
they both as if on cue began to load the dishwasher and
clean up the kitchen. Having cleaned up after her
mother for so many years Yvonne was surprised at how
much she enjoyed doing it with Barbara. Love seems to
transform everything, even chores she thought giddily.
"Okay honey, there are a couple of things we need to
talk about," Barbara said as they both settled in to
the living room couch. "First is about school. You say
you like school, that you're a good student?" she
asked. "Would any of your teachers be able to give you
a good recommendation?"
"Yeah, I think all of them," Yvonne gathered her
thoughts. "I really liked most of my teachers and my
marks were always good, well almost always. Sometimes
when we were moving I'd miss assignments and homework
but I always tried to catch up. Why are you asking?"
Yvonne was curious.
"Because I'm going to try to get you in to St.
Margaret's Academy," Barbara told her. "They have a
tradition of sponsoring girls from poorer backgrounds
and they're maybe the top school in the city besides."
"St. Margaret's? Really? I'd love to go there! Do you
think they'd take me?" Yvonne asked excitedly.
"We're going to find out, sweetheart. I have a friend
on their board, a judge I've known for years. I'm going
to call her up and see what she says," Barbara replied.
"Let's start by making me a list of your schools and
some of the teachers there the Academy can contact. You
won't need the scholarship because I'm willing to pay
your tuition but we'll see what happens. Hey, it might
be public school for a year before you get in," she
cautioned. "But the middle school for this neighborhood
is pretty good I'm told."
"Either way I'm happy!" Yvonne declared.
"The next thing is I'm going to need to adopt you
legally, honey, if I'm to have any say to the outside
world on your behalf. You can even take my name if you
like but you certainly don't have to. That might mean
you'll have to tell a few people, and maybe in court,
some of the things you told me the other night, like
the rape. Do you think you could handle that, darling?"
"Gosh, your name? Are you kidding? What an honor that
would be. It would be almost like being married,"
Yvonne giggled. She paused and thought for a moment
then a look of resolution came over her face. "Yes and
I can tell what happened to me too, but will I have to,
do you think?"
"I'm going to retain a colleague who specializes in
adoption and family law. He's a very dedicated person
and when he hears your story I don't think your mother
will stand a chance if she tries to oppose anything.
He'll probably get her to give you to me voluntarily
without a hearing, so my guess is no, you won't have to
give evidence baby," Barbara attempted to assure her.
"And I can probably get temporary guardianship in time
to enroll you in St. Margaret's this year if you can
get in. Bill my lawyer friend is a whiz at these
things, the best there is and for you darling it's
always going to be the best," she promised.
"That's good because I couldn't bear even seeing my
mother again after that night, let alone having to live
with her again. I'd rather die," Yvonne said with quiet
sincerity. "But aren't you a lawyer?"
"I haven't done family law in decades hon, and no good
lawyer ever tries to represent herself, especially in a
case as important as this is to us. Bill is the best. I
told you honey, nobody's ever going to hurt you like
that ever again, I promised. And nothing will stop me
from fulfilling that promise, and I mean nothing,"
Yvonne could feel Barbara's intensity and sincerity as
she spoke the words, felt them so deeply she believed
them, so deeply she finally gave in and trusted in
someone else completely and without reservation. She
had never felt so safe in her whole young life, or so
relieved. "I believe you," Yvonne said with quiet
conviction. "I really believe you."
After the serious part of the discussion ended and
Yvonne had managed to get her schools and teachers
straight in her mind and on paper both went off to
dress for the day, something Yvonne was eager to do.
Barbara noticed, in looking at Yvonne's list, that she
had very graceful handwriting, which somehow seemed
appropriate to her obvious femininity. How she'd ever
ended up being the child she was, coming as she did
from a cracked out heroin addict and the whole life
style that involved, seemed like a miracle to Barbara.
It must come from her father's genes she concluded, a
lucky trick her mother must have scored one night, or
she was just blessed, very special, or all three.
Opting for a pair of light grey form hugging wool
slacks and a snow white short sleeved cotton blouse,
Yvonne added a pair of white socks and a pair of black
leather low heeled shoes to her ensemble and sat
patiently as Barbara applied some light make-up,
finishing with some pale pink lipstick that made her
young face glow. The new clothes seemed to fit like
gloves and felt so comfortable on her, something she
realized that came with hefty price tags, the
intangible smooth feeling of quality. A gray and black
belt, a silver necklace, silver bracelet, her new
expensive gold and platinum watch, and a small black
leather purse were the gilding accoutrements to her
attire.
"My God," said Barbara when they both met up again in
the living room. "Every time you put on something new
it's like discovering your beauty all over again."
"Hey, and you're not too shabby yourself, lady," Yvonne
giggled taking in Barbara's more autumn look, a gold
patterned silk blouse, dark brown tailored slacks, a
delicate solid gold necklace and expensive looking dark
brown leather loafers with a purse to match. "In fact
you always look scrumptious. I want to learn how to
dress just like you," Yvonne asserted.
"Now there's a compliment if ever I heard one, thank
you sweetheart."
Going outside for a walk in the late August sunshine
Barbara began sharing some of her own story with
Yvonne, about her mother's alcoholism, her absent
father and her struggle to make it through school and
in the legal field. She pulled no punches in describing
how selfish she'd often been, even ruthless in her
drive for success and how empty and lonely that had
left her.
"If you hadn't come along baby, I'm not sure what I
would have done. So if you think this is all about me
rescuing you it isn't at all. You've saved my life
every bit as much as I may have saved yours. In fact I
think of you as my little angel. I love you honey, your
strength, your intelligence, your honesty, your bravery
and your caring tenderness. Not to mention how gorgeous
you are of course," Barbara laughed. "Or how good in
bed," she grinned wickedly.
"Good in bed? Wow. I didn't think I'd got that far
yet," giggled Yvonne.
"Honey, nobody, but nobody has ever made me come like
you do."
"For real?"
"For real. Scout's honor."
"So I'm good in bed. Who knew?" Yvonne stared off in
wonderment as Barbara burst out laughing, sending a
flock of pigeons skyward in angry haste.
They continued hand in hand along the seawall for at
least an hour before turning round and heading back,
often content to walk in silence simply enjoying one
another's company. When they got to Barbara's penthouse
Yvonne went to play on the computer while Barbara made
some phone calls.
Her first call was to her old friend and St. Margaret's
board member Judge Ellen. She gave her all of Yvonne's
particulars, names of schools she'd attended and names
of teachers from the list she'd written, a bit of her
background and explained along the way some of how
they'd connected with each other. Ellen couldn't
promise anything of course but she'd see what she could
do. Next she called family lawyer Bill Lewis and set up
an appointment for the next day. Bill was eager to help
after hearing the story.
"This shouldn't be any problem Barbara" Bill said. "I
can track down her mother fairly fast and have the
matter settled quickly I'm sure," he said confidently.
"You're really going to do this, eh? Take on a young
teenage girl and parent her through to adulthood?
Somehow this doesn't sound like the old Barbara I
knew," Bill quipped.
Barbara laughed. "Well it isn't the old Barbara you
knew. I've turned over a new leaf if you'd like to
know. There is something about this girl that's
transforming my whole life, Bill, and this decision to
adopt her feels just absolutely right," she explained.
"And thank you for your help. You're the best."
"No worries, Barb. Just wait till you get my bill," he
laughed before hanging up.
Walking in to the den where Yvonne was working away at
the computer she told her about the phone calls she'd
made and the appointment with Bill Lewis the next day.
Yvonne looked up at her from the computer station with
a look of gratitude on her face. "It's really gonna
happen, isn't it?" she asked. "You and I are going to
be together always, almost like being married. And my
old life is only just a bad, bad dream now, huh?"
"That's right sweetheart. No more nightmares. It's me
and you all the way kid. Think you can handle that?"
"I think I'll manage somehow."
"Good girl. Now let's go get lunch. You want more fish,
hamburgers, or pizza?"
Together they drove into town, ate at the one remaining
and original drive-in
left in the city then headed over to the planetarium
for the afternoon show and took a guided tour through
the Maritime Museum. Just for fun Barbara stopped along
the way and bought Yvonne her own telephone for her
room, telling her she was having an extra line
installed so either could use the phone whenever they
liked.
Next, they hit the computer store and Yvonne gasped at
the brilliantly colored LCD screen Barbara bought her,
along with a fully loaded Pentium IV, a game
controller, top quality Altec speakers, a scanner, and
a color laser copier for her homework assignments.
Added on were a few games Yvonne selected, and a 'learn
to type' program she wanted, which impressed Barbara.
Leaving the computer to be set up and delivered the
next day they headed home for supper and, Yvonne avidly
hoped, some more turgid romance. She wasn't to be
disappointed. After cooking and eating a light dinner,
Barbara suggested they slip into just their robes and
sit together watching the incredible sunset the sky was
producing for them that particular night.
Snuggling close, they could each feel the heat begin to
rise inside themselves as the late summer night sky
eventually did its final curtain call and the penthouse
became awash in inky dark shadows. Reaching behind her
Barbara turned on a small end lamp which bathed them
both in a warm yellow glow and, with the huge picture
window before them, made them feel as if they were
floating in space above the world in their own
protective little bubble of light.
Barbara leaned in and kissed Yvonne passionately then
pulled back. "This is what I want us to do," she
instructed. "Take off your robe and lay back against it
so I can see you, all of you, and I'll do the same at
this end," They were both now naked and facing each
other on the sofa, Yvonne's eyes wide in anticipation
as she gazed at Barbara's luscious form. "Now the rule
is this. We can't touch each other, only ourselves. So
I'm going to get you off by talking to you baby, and
your going to masturbate for me," Barbara smiled. "And
I might just play with myself a little too, what do you
think?" Barbara grinned wickedly.
"Oooo I wondered when I'd get to do that,"
"Okay, baby here's some massage oil we can both use
here on the coffee table. I'm going to take some now
and rub it all over me, down my arms," she
demonstrated. "On my tummy and up over my big tits,
baby," she cooed seductively. "Watch me rub that oil
into my hard nipples for you and all over my big tits,"
she hissed as her caresses started her own juices
flowing. "See baby, my tits are so big I can suck my
own nipples," she said licking and sucking on each in
turn.
Yvonne's mouth was agape at the show Barbara was
putting on for her. Her own pussy was wet with desire
as she reached out and spread some of the oil over her
own small titties, paying extra attention to her fast
swelling little nipples. Then she went down between her
legs and gently touched her tight slit, almost lazily
drawing her finger up and down her tight pussy lips and
feeling her own sweet moisture slick against her skin.
"I love watching you rub yourself, sweetheart," Barbara
told her. "It gets me so hot. I'm going to play with my
clit for you now baby, going to rub my hard clit and
play with myself for you. Do you know how much I like
eating your hot cunt, honey? Feeling my tongue inside
your hole fucking you with it, feel you squirm as I
suck on your little clit and finger fuck you? Yessss
baby!"
Barbara moaned as she watched Yvonne insert a finger
into her own cunt and begin to fuck herself slowly,
then she looked up at her eyes, glued raptly to
Barbara's own hand hard at work between her own legs.
Barbara rapidly stroked herself and felt an orgasm
building but backed off, making it last.
"Yes, Barb, I love you watching me, watching me play
with my cunt, fingering it for you, rubbing my nipples
and fucking myself," Yvonne gasped in a small but
passionate voice. The words burned in Barbara's heated
mind like hot coals. "And I love how your pussy tastes
and how my tongue feels when it fucks your cunt hole.
Ooooh God, I'm close to coming for you Barb, so close,"
she wailed.
To Barbara these nasty words out of such a delicate
young mouth were like magical sexual incantations,
pumping up her ecstasy to near earthquake proportions.
Still she prolonged the blissful agony. "Okay baby, I
want to watch you make yourself come for me now. Fuck
your tight little cunt real hard and rub your clitty
too, baby doll. I need to see you come so bad honey!"
Yvonne was quick to oblige. Her fingers were a blur
over her small clit while another pair poked rapidly in
and out of her small tight cunt. Soon wave after wave
of hot electric pleasure began washing through her slim
young body as her fingers continued to work away at
herself furiously and her orgasm peaked. Yvonne
trembled with its power and shook strongly as her
rhythmic erotic contractions eased and died slowly
away.
Her eyes remained closed and a look of pure bliss fell
over her features as her hands remained still between
her legs and her head came to rest on the plush wide
arm of the sofa. Barbara was astonished by the power of
this orgasm and felt privileged to have helped give it
to her, as if Yvonne were a young goddess and she the
supplicant.
As Yvonne lay back spent, her shimmering blue robe
spread out around her, Barbara swears she saw her
actually glowing, as if all her pure angelic virtues
and qualities were somehow made manifest in these last
few climactic moments. A shiver went threw her like ice
water as she watched this manifestation then she felt
tears boiling up at the awesome joy of this moment.
Slowly Yvonne opened her eyes to the sight of Barbara,
open mouthed with streams of hot tears running down her
face, looking for all the world like the Madonna in the
Pieta.
"What's wrong, Barbara?" Yvonne asked urgently, coming
over to embrace her.
"Nothing baby, nothing at all," Barbara sobbed. "You
looked so - so beautiful, I guess," she said, unable to
come up with a word that wouldn't sound too corny or
stupid. "I couldn't stop myself from crying. I'm so
sorry if I've upset you honey," she apologized through
her tears and sniffles.
"Oh dear," said Yvonne pragmatically, wrapping her arms
around Barbara. "I guess I'll just have to get used to
all this praise and adoration," she smiled sweetly at
Barbara and kissed her gently on the lips. Barbara
laughed and pushed her over falling down gently on top
of her.
"I guess you just will, little lady," she said into her
face. "Because sometimes I'm going to act like an old
fool around you and maybe lose it from time to time.
That happens when you're old, brain addled, and in
love, just so you know," Barbara said with a small
sniffle and a grin.
"You're not old and brain addled at all. You're just in
the presence of such overwhelming beauty and grace you
can't control yourself. I understand. Happens to people
around me all the time," Yvonne said lightly, then
giggled fiercely.
"You little smart ass!" Barbara growled and began to
tickle her.
"Stop! Stop!" Yvonne screamed as Barbara bore down to
the attack. Eventually they ended up in a big embrace,
kissing their faces off and feeling the heat rise
between them yet again.
"What you did was so hot Barbara," Yvonne finally
gasped out. "I mean making me come like that. Hearing
you and watching you was the sexiest thing I ever
seen," she said sincerely if ungrammatically. "And I so
loved masturbating for you, knowing it was getting you
off. And talking dirty and watching you play with your
tits and your pussy, and hearing all those things you
like doing to me, like eating me out," she purred. "And
how my cunt tastes and how you like to suck my tits,"
she murmured running her hands up and down her small
chest. "I'd like to see you come for me right now big
girl. Play with your juicy cunt for me, right now,"
Yvonne cooed, feeling a warm surge of sexual power run
through her she'd never experienced before.
Barbara's steam was rising as Yvonne talked to her.
"Okay babe, I want you to help me come then. I love how
you talk to me. Please don't stop. I'm going to
masturbate for you sweetheart and give you a great big
come all your own."
Yvonne sat up and straddled Barbara's knees watching
her fingers get busy on her soaking wet pussy. "Okay
girlfriend, my hot lover, play with your tits for me
first," Yvonne directed, removing Barbara's hand from
her pussy. "Suck your nipples. That's it, now little
bites. There you go girlfriend, lick and suck your big
tits for me," Yvonne ordered, deeply aroused by the
sense of power she felt at the moment and the sight of
Barbara obediently bathing her own tits with hot wet
kisses and licks.
Barbara was amazed at how turned on she was as Yvonne
took charge. She'd never been the submissive one
before, ever. Where on Earth did the little minx learn
this? Wherever, it felt exquisitely good and she let
the young girl proudly direct the action, looking so
sexy astride her knees naked, her long blonde hair
being tossed carelessly off her face every few moments,
her bright pink nipples erect on her chest and her
labial lips spread open slightly.
"Okay, now play with yourself. Rub your hard little
clitty while I watch you. Stick some fingers in your
tight cunt too," she ordered. "That's it, I want to
watch you finger fucking your hot hole big girl,
fingering yourself for me, getting yourself off. Oh, do
it baby, do it hard and fast. I like to watch that so
much!" Yvonne cried.
Barbara was in a frenzy of lust and worked away at
herself furiously as Yvonne had directed. Then she saw
Yvonne move off her body and come around behind her.
The next thing she knew Yvonne was down on all fours
with her pussy inches from Barbara's face, her own face
perched over Barbara's steaming wet cunt.
"I'm going to sit on your face while I watch you
fucking yourself so lick me good. Lick my hot pussy for
me," Yvonne directed and Barbara complied as she
descended over her waiting, eager mouth, delighting in
the taste of Yvonne's young cunt as she continued to
masturbate rapidly for her young mistress's viewing
pleasure.
All good things must come to an end and the end for
these two insatiable lovers was a body wracking, mind
curdling mutual orgasm that had both of them shaking in
palsied satisfaction, lying clutched in each other's
sweaty embrace heaving for breath.
"Oh Barbara, Barbara I love you so much!" Yvonne kept
muttering. "Please, was that okay, what we did? What I
did?" she asked distraught, afraid she'd crossed over
some line she shouldn't have.
"God yes, baby! I've never had an experience like that
in my life! It was incredible, honey. You are
incredible," Barbara reassured her. "Making love with
you is the most sexually exciting and satisfying thing
I've ever done, sweetheart. Remember, anything goes as
long as we both agree and you didn't see me wanting to
stop did you?" Barbara laughed. "I think I'll let you
take charge more often. Just don't let it go to your
head," she chuckled.
"I sure had fun," Yvonne acknowledged with a big laugh.
"But don't worry. Outside the bedroom you're still the
alpha mommy," she giggled.
"And don't you forget it, little girl," Barbara smiled
back.
After a light snack both were exhausted and fell into
Barbara's heavenly soft bed together and drifted off to
deep but gentle slumbers filled with warm pleasant
dreams. In the morning it was Yvonne waking Barbara
this time and guiding her into a wonderful sixty-nine,
something she'd been dying to try. As Yvonne began
licking Barbara's pussy, feeling how squishy it got she
smeared around her own quim on Barbara's hard working
tongue and mouth. After a gentle orgasm each cuddled up
with the other then shortly headed for the shower.
Being good, they finished quickly and went through
their hair drying ritual.
Later that day they went into Bill Lewis's high rise
office which impressed Yvonne only slightly less than
Bill Lewis himself. An old hand at speaking with
children in difficult custody and adoption cases she
was charmed by him and gave all the details of her life
and what had eventually happened to her far more easily
than she'd ever imagined she could. Lewis was deeply
moved. After asking Barbara a few questions and getting
some information about her mother and her boyfriend
from Yvonne, he accepted Barbara's retainer and shook
hands with them both, again impressing the socks off
young Yvonne, and then they left.
"Wow, so he's like my lawyer too, kind of?" Yvonne
asked as they got into the car.
"Yes, sort of. Why honey?"
"Because I think he's just so cool, the way he talked
to me and all. I'm sure glad he's on our side," Yvonne
chirped.
"I'll make sure I tell Bill what you said," Barbara
laughed as they drove off.
Barbara and Yvonne's time together was always exciting
but they planned the next few days for maximum fun
before school started and a more structured routine
began dictating events for them. A day at the big
Exhibition with rides and cotton candy, movies,
museums, a trip into the nearby mountains and of course
sex. And wickedly, in the mountains too but both were a
little shy to try it in the movie theatre and settled
for Yvonne stealing a few kisses and feeling up
Barbara's big tits. They drove home fast that night.
The days sped by until, almost at the last minute,
Judge Ellen phoned to say that a place had opened up
and that Yvonne had been admitted to St. Margaret's
Academy pending conformation of Barbara's legal
guardianship, which came the following day in a call
from Bill Lewis.
"Her mother signed the papers willingly, especially
after my private investigator told her that the rape
and her part in it would certainly, without fail, come
out in any hearing she attended and what charges might
follow."
Lewis also explained that his detective had enlisted
the help of two former colleagues in the police
department, who liked child rapists about as much as
bubonic plague. They'd found the mother within hours.
Then the boyfriend had a visit from the two big mean
looking cops who told him the city was in no way big
enough for all three of them. Boyfriend promptly agreed
and he and Yvonne's mother fled town, going as far east
by Greyhound as their money would take them.
Barbara was ecstatic. "I knew I could count on you
Bill. And Yvonne thinks you're marvelous too, by the
way."
"Well, she's pretty special too. I can see why you've
taken her in. Give her my love. And
like I said, wait'll you see my bill," he laughed. "I'm
taking off all but my expenses. My investigator is even
halving his bill by way of a contribution. We enjoyed
this case too much," he laughed again. "Second thing is
the formal adoption, which will take place in a couple
of months. You'll get the papers, but as you know it
will just be a formality and all Yvonne will have to do
is acknowledge her agreement in court." He paused.
"What a life that kid had! The city cops told me some
of the mother's and boyfriend's backgrounds. She hadn't
even bothered to file a missing person's report, which
is not surprising actually, given the rape. They were
happy to apply a little muscle to that scumbag and
really pleased to see you take over."
Well, I can't thank you enough Bill, and St. Margaret's
is taking her on full scholarship next week. Can you
believe that? Somebody upstairs must be looking out for
her, I swear. Guess I'll be making a big donation
instead of tuition," she laughed excitedly.
After she hung up the phone she called Yvonne from the
den who was instantly overcome with joy at the good
news. She had trusted another important adult in her
life and he had come shining through. They promptly
went out to celebrate that night with dinner, candles,
and a romantic necking session back by their old bench.
Seated in the car together Yvonne exclaimed excitedly
"I can't believe this has all happened to me, and so
fast. I live in a big penthouse, go to St. Margaret's
Academy, and get to neck with my girlfriend in the park
in the front seat of a big Lexus! Then I go home and
get to sleep with her, have great sex, get my own room,
and a new name that's the same as hers. It's just too
bodacious dudette!"
"And I get all the same stuff but I don't have to go to
school any more, so who's the luckier one?" Barbara
laughed.
"But I like school so I guess we both got it pretty
good." Yvonne decided. It was then that she explained
the concept of street angels to Barbara. "So you see,
you're my angel too. Isn't that neat? And I love this
angel just so, so much," she said embracing and kissing
Barbara.
"Oh my darling that is so sweet. I love you so much it
hurts, baby. I'll always be your street angel darling,
and your penthouse angel too, you know that," Barbara
said, kissing her back then she stopped and thought.
"And you've taught me a great lesson through all this."
"I have, what's that?" Yvonne asked puzzled.
"That all this 'stuff' I have, like the money, the car,
and the penthouse..." Barbara paused. "I can't hold on
to any of it until I'm willing to let it all go and
share it with the people I love, and that means
especially you Yvonne. I'll always be your angel honey
and I'll always love you." Hey, that's what that
Scrooge guy did too, she thought with a laugh.
"And all you've ever told me is the truth so I know you
will, and you don't know how much that's meant to me,
so me too," Yvonne murmured with quiet intensity and
hugged her close. "Me too, I promise."
THE END
If you liked my story please write. I'd love to hear
from you. starsapphire_34@hotmail.com
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 48