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Karen and Laci - 1
by Letoria (letoria69@yahoo.com)

***

A 30-something recently out lesbian, and her estranged 
daughter's 14 year old best friend, begin a passionate 
love affair. (M/f-teen, 1st, oral, rom)

***

OART 1: Her Daughter's Friend

Laci was devastated when her best friend Amy told her 
she was moving across the country to live with her 
father. It felt like Laci's world would shatter into a 
million pieces. It wasn't so much that she was losing 
her friend Amy. It was because she was losing Amy's 
mother.

Laci was an exceptionally pretty 14 year old girl. She 
was just beginning to ripen into pubescence, moving 
from being a beautiful child to a beautiful 
adolescent. She had long, honey colored hair, delicate 
features, devastating green eyes, skin as smooth and 
creamy as a baby's, and a lithe body. Her sexual 
features, while still immature, were blossoming 
nicely. She was the kind of girl who drew looks 
everywhere she went.

But her emotions were in turmoil. She felt things she 
was sure her friends didn't feel. The feelings were 
confusing and hard to come to grips with. Feelings 
about other girls, but not boys – sexual and emotional 
feelings.

Her friendship with Amy was a little unusual. Amy came 
from a well-to-do family. She lived in a nice house 
complete with a pool, out on the edges of town in a 
high end neighborhood. She had parents who loved and 
cared for her, and all the material things a teenaged 
girl could want. 

Laci, on the other hand, came from a horrible 
situation. She lived in a bad section of town in a 
dilapidated, seedy apartment with a drug addicted 
mother and her boyfriend-of-the-month. Her mother 
didn't care about her beyond the monthly welfare money 
she brought in. She was lucky to have clean clothes to 
wear to school. By all rights, she should have already 
begun strolling down the same path as her mother. It 
was hard to resist. 

It would be so easy to hang out with the kids who got 
in trouble, using drugs, drinking and getting knocked 
up. The pressure was there. She already succumbed in 
some ways – she smoked cigarettes, had experimented 
with booze and pot, and she'd done some shoplifting. 
But Laci desperately didn't want that. She wanted what 
Amy had, a family who loved her and cared about her, 
especially a woman-mother who'd care for her.

That was why she couldn't wrap her mind around Amy's 
desire to desert her mother to go live 3,000 miles 
away with her father.

She'd become friends with Amy back when they were in 
elementary school. For some reason, they just clicked. 
They seemed to be able to enjoy each other's company 
in a natural way. They could share secrets, talk about 
things they couldn't talk about with other friends. 
They shared the same fascination with clothes, make-
up, hair styles – not that Laci could afford any of 
that. But Amy seemed to understand her circumstances, 
and she freely shared what she could. She had Laci 
come out to the house whenever possible – for 
sleepovers, using the pool in summer, movie nights. 
The really good part was, Laci always – always – felt 
genuinely welcome there. 

But the best part was Amy's Mom Karen. Something about 
Karen made Laci's insides squirm in the most 
delightful way. She was such a beautiful woman, tall, 
slim but not skinny, with curly shoulder-length 
chestnut hair that was always nicely styled. She 
always dressed well, even when she was casual. She had 
an appealingly firm, assertive presence about her. 
Laci was completely drawn to Karen. She sensed that 
somehow Karen looked at her differently. Hardly 
realizing she was doing it, Laci sent out flirtatious 
signals when she around Karen and she watched closely 
for some sign Karen noticed, whether good or bad. But 
she wasn't able to pick-up on any noticeable reactions 
from Karen. 

When she was lying in bed in the squalid apartment 
where she lived, her mind drifted helplessly to 
thoughts of Karen, warm, wonderful dreams of smiling, 
embracing, kissing and touching. Then Laci's hands 
would always creep toward her young, aching, pulsing 
sex, and touching herself there would make her jump 
and turn the fantasies into exciting images of loving. 
She'd probe her achy pussy, stroking herself all over, 
then slide a finger up and down her slit, marveling at 
the sensation. She'd nudge her finger inside her sex 
and burrow in the silky wetness, shuddering at the 
electric thrill. She'd spread her natural wetness 
around, moving closer to her small but swollen and 
tender nub of a clit, and oh! 

My, what a wonderful, irresistible feeling that was. 
Her entire body would flush, and surges of pleasure 
would spread out from her sex. She'd toy with her 
clit, squeezing it, nudging it with her finger, then 
rubbing it side to side, up and down, ever faster, 
while the mental images of being with Karen became raw 
and blatantly sexual. Finally, not resisting, the 
warm, intense spasm of unspeakable pleasure would 
surge from her sex over her entire body. 

She masturbated to visions of Karen nearly every day. 
Even when not masturbating, dreams of Karen filled her 
head. Dreams of love, of being warm and comfortable in 
Karen's arms, dreams of...

And now, all that was about to be taken away.

***

It was one last sleepover before Amy moved away. It 
said much of their friendship that Laci was the only 
one Amy asked to come to the sleepover. That Saturday 
night had been so much like previous weekend 
sleepovers. DVDs, board games, popcorn, and later the 
inevitable talk sitting on Amy's bed. That's when it 
soured for Laci, though she tried not to let it show. 

She pleaded with her friend to reconsider, even 
playing her trump card, guilt, without success – 
what's going to happen to me? I'm going to be stuck 
having to hang around with scummy losers. Amy, 
however, shared one very powerful trait with her 
mother. Once she made up her mind, there was no going 
back.

"But why!" Laci pleaded. "Why are you leaving 
everything behind to go live with your Dad on the 
other side of the country?"

Amy's pretty face screwed up in bitter anger. "Don't 
you know?" she asked, incredulously.

"Know what?" Laci pleaded.

"My Mom thinks she's a lesbian now. She's breaking up 
our family because she says she has to be true to 
herself. She can't go on just pretending any more…some 
bullshit like that…It is so totally lame. She divorced 
my Dad just so she can be a dyke. Can you imagine? 
She'll probably bring her stupid dates home and want 
to introduce me to them so we can bond or something. 
No, keeping our family together isn't good enough for 
her…she has to dump us to be queer." Amy was sobbing 
with pent up anger, her fists bunched and her cheeks 
flushed.

"Amy, that's not true," Laci cried.

"Yes it is, goddammit! She told me herself after she 
and Dad told me they were divorcing and Dad was moving 
out west. I didn't believe it, but even Dad said it's 
true. Now I hate her," she spat.

"Don't talk like that, Amy! Your mother never did 
anything like that on purpose. That's not how that 
works. You're on the Diversity Team, you know better."

"Bullshit! She went all her life not being gay, then 
she decides to change now? What's with that!"

"Amy! You know it doesn't work like that! Your Mom 
would never do something like that to you on purpose."

"Yeah? If she was gonna do it, why now? Why couldn't 
she wait until I graduated school? What's four more 
years when you've already gone through fourteen? 
You're not the one who's gonna go to school and have 
everybody go, like, 'There's Amy, the one with the 
dyke mother. How gross, I'm not hanging with her 
anymore.' Everybody's gonna think I'm that way, too."

"No they're not! Jesus Christ Amy! Don't be such a 
fucking mule-headed bitch! Maybe she couldn't deal 
with it until now. You're only thinking of yourself. 
Think about how hard it must be for her." Now Laci 
played her Ace of trumps, tears. "Let's trade mothers 
for a week, just one week!" she cried. "Then I promise 
you, you'd see exactly how good you have it. Just 
don't go, Amy. At least wait until summer and see what 
happens, what's five months," she sobbed, 
unconsciously mimicking Amy's plea. "Take off to a new 
school three thousand miles away. That's gonna suck 
and you know it!"

Amy sighed. "I can't, Laci. I have to go. I can't live 
in this house without my Dad and my old Mom both here. 
Everything was always cool, they never fought, they 
were always happy together. I wish it could be 
different and I didn't feel like this, but I do. You 
really are my best friend Lace. Ever. Maybe after my 
head clears I can come back to visit. I dunno. We can 
still talk on the phone."

And that closed the subject.

Laci and Amy slept in Amy's wide bed. On most of these 
sleepover weekends, girls would be sprawled across the 
bedroom floor in sleeping bags, and in the guest room. 
But tonight, it was just the two of them. Amy's Dad, 
who'd come back to bring her to her new home, stayed 
in the guest room.

There was a tense sadness that Sunday morning. Both 
girls cried a river. At last, Amy said she needed to 
take a shower and get ready. Laci lay on the bed and 
sighed. Her mind drifted to Karen, and as upset as she 
was, thinking of Karen lead to the warm, familiar 
gnawing in her mound. Almost without realizing it, her 
hand was under her panties, toying with her sex. The 
desire was much more intense than usual, almost beyond 
resisting. Amy takes long showers. I have time. And 
she gave in. She'd forgotten the bedroom door was 
slightly ajar.

Her sexual energy was powerful and raw, so she stroked 
herself much harder and more vigorously than usual. 
The resulting orgasm rose up quickly and with 
unexpected force. Her whole body twitched and hovered, 
and then came the bursting surges. Aware of it or not, 
she whimpered aloud, "Karen, Karen, Karen! Oh God, 
Karen! Hold me! Love me!"

She was panting when she fell back onto the bed. A 
trickle of nectar dribbled from her sex onto the bed. 
She almost instantly felt a pang of anxiety. Did she 
cry out? Did anyone hear her? She scrambled to sit up, 
and she could hear the rush of Amy's shower coming 
from the bathroom. That was stupid, what if I got 
caught? 

***

The unspoken tension in the house was thick enough to 
cut, the morning Amy left. Karen woke up early while 
the house was still. She had her crying jag, a long, 
despairing round of tears. This was hard, very hard. 
She was ambivalent about her ex-husband being here. Of 
course he had to be here, because there was no way 
she'd consent to Amy flying out there alone. But, 
having him here only made reopening the wound all that 
much more painful.

They'd been divorced a year now, and it had been a 
mutually agreeable split. They always got along quite 
well, and they still actually enjoyed each other's 
company. Karen knew her ex was a very good father, and 
she was proud at how they'd raised Amy together. But 
there were differences between them that couldn't be 
resolved. For years after Amy was born, it became 
apparent Karen was much more than unenthusiastic about 
sex. 

Her apparent lack of interest was the one thing that 
they ever fought about. As time went by, he went 
looking for relief outside the marriage, and Karen was 
okay with that – relieved in fact -- as long as he 
didn't rub her face in it, and to his everlasting 
credit he never did. They continued to enjoy each 
other's company in the context of family time, but 
they grew further apart emotionally.

It took Karen time to come to grips with the fact that 
she didn't lack an interest in sex – far from it – but 
it was men she lacked sexual interest in. Guilt kept 
her from carrying it to its logical conclusion, but 
eventually she gave in. After her first time with a 
woman, she could no longer deny the truth. Two short-
lived but intense affairs later, and she knew what she 
had to do.

That sat down together and she explained her 
perspective. He took it with equanimity, even relief. 
Divorce, of course, was the only real option, as 
gentle a divorce as possible to spare Amy the 
alternative. He told her the timing was actually good, 
because he had a chance at a promotion which would 
require relocating to the West coast. From that point, 
they went through the nuts and bolts. At first, Amy 
seemed OK with it. It wasn't until her Dad moved away 
that she had her emotional melt-down. 

Financially, the divorce terms were quite reasonable. 
They were well-off by most standards. Karen got the 
house free and clear, he got to keep several hundred 
acres of land he'd inherited. They each got to keep 
their respective retirement funds, and the money and 
investments they'd come by during their marriage were 
split down the middle. They'd share custody of Amy. 
She'd stay with Karen for the time being, at least 
through the rest of the school year, then they'd take 
it from there.

Karen wasn't prepared for Amy's reaction after her 
father left. Amy morphed almost overnight into an 
overwrought emotional hellion. Amy had always been 
even-keeled, so the change was a shock. She became 
spiteful, angry, defiant and hateful, saying things 
that hurt and couldn't be easily forgotten. Karen 
tried, oh God she tried. But when Amy began demanding 
to live with her father, it fell apart. 

Karen and Amy were both stubborn and willful. Karen 
was hurt by Amy's threats and hateful words. She knew 
Amy had every right to live with her father, and he'd 
take her if that was really what she wanted. Karen 
warned Amy she wasn't going to let the girl play her 
mother and her father off one another. If she went, 
there was no coming back. Think about, Karen warned. 
Take your time to make your decision because once it's 
made, there's no going back. It was one thing to go 
spend the summer with her father and then make a calm 
decision, but to go in the middle of the school year 
in a fit of hormone-fueled anger, well that just 
wouldn't fly.

So Amy made her decision.

And now it was about to happen. Amy was leaving, and 
making it worse for Karen, that might mean not seeing 
Amy's sweet, precocious little friend Laci anymore. 
Karen had become extremely fond of the child, and 
guiltily, her feelings about the girl weren't all 
innocent.

Karen pulled the last pieces of clothes Amy was taking 
with her from the dryer, folded them and put them in 
the laundry basket. Her mind was churning. Nothing 
strung together in a coherent train of thought. Just 
emotions. She sighed and brought the laundry basket 
upstairs. She could hear the shower running as she got 
to the top. She was about to enter Amy's room when she 
heard something that stopped her cold.

Moans, soft, unmistakable moans floated from behind 
the slightly ajar bedroom door. Was that Amy or was 
that...Laci? She knew one of the girls was 
masturbating behind the door, and it gave her an odd 
thrill. She listened and the moans grew urgent. Then, 
whimpers. "Karen, Karen, Karen, oooohhhh Karennnnn, 
hold me, love me!"

It was probably the most shocking thing she'd ever 
overheard in her life. She felt herself flush, and her 
legs began to tremble as though she might faint. She 
leaned back against the wall for support and tried to 
compose herself. Heart thudding, she knew she had to 
get out of there. Gingerly, she crept down the stairs 
with the basket of laundry and tried to digest what 
she'd just heard.

It fell to Karen to bring Laci home later that 
afternoon. Karen was both thrilled and terrified after 
hearing Laci in Amy's bedroom. Of course, there was no 
question of even hinting that she'd heard. Still, the 
drive was tense and sad.

Karen tried to make light, but failed miserably. "I'd 
say you look like you've lost your best friend, but 
that's too true."

"Yeah," Laci moped. 

Looking at her now, Karen saw just how lovely and 
beautiful Laci was, so soft and delicate, caught in 
the indeterminate slice of time between childhood and 
adolescence, looking at once like either and both. Oh, 
how the child made Karen ache. When she pulled up in 
front of the dilapidated apartment in a bad section of 
town, Karen reached over and touched Laci's shoulder. 
"Hey. I want you to know, just because Amy's leaving 
doesn't mean you have to be a stranger. You can come 
out to visit any time. Any time. If you need someone 
to talk to, or you just want to hang out...you have my 
cell phone number?"

Laci nodded and tried not to cry. She looked sadly at 
Karen, trying to judge the woman's word. "OK," she 
sighed with a shuddery sob.

"My door is always open for you. I've come to be quite 
fond of you, quite concerned. In some ways, you're 
part of the family. Okay? Any time!"

Laci nodded again, tried to smile and failed. "Okay."

And with that, she grabbed her back pack and was 
swallowed up by the dingy building.

***

Karen rarely paid close attention to weather 
forecasts, especially where winter storms were 
concerned. The TV and radio weather people always 
hyped storms to improve ratings. Every couple of 
years, there were dire warnings of the next Storm of 
the Century, which turned out to not even be the Storm 
of the Year. But this time she paid attention. It was 
not quite two o'clock, and it was already like 
twilight outside and the wind was picking up. She was 
debating going home early to beat the weather.

She listened to the radio weather forecaster. "This is 
the real deal, folks. I know it seems like we're 
always saying that, but it's not hype this time. This 
storm is big, slow and very juicy. We really are 
talking about a high potential for record-breaking 
snow to fall over the next 36 hours – outlying areas 
could easily see over 4 feet of snow by the time it's 
all said and done, and that won't be until the day 
after tomorrow! 

"In addition to heavy, heavy snowfall, the winds will 
howl, blowing and drifting the snow and likely 
bringing down power-lines in many areas. Temperatures 
will hold steady in the upper teens and lower 
twenties, but they'll feel much colder. Driving 
conditions will deteriorate rapidly and only get 
worse. Trust me folks, you don't want to be out in 
this one unless it's a dire emergency. Area emergency 
management agencies are gearing up..."

Karen clicked off the radio and sighed. She wasn't 
much worried as long as she didn't have to drive in 
it. The kitchen was well-stocked, there was gas for 
heat and the stove, lanterns, flashlights, plenty of 
batteries and a warm bed to sleep in. The thing she 
dreaded was the isolation. The thought of being 
trapped all alone in an empty house for two days was 
hardly appealing. Oh well, not much to do about it. 

She decided it was best to get going before it started 
snowing. She pulled on her wool coat, gloves and scarf 
and headed out. She stopped out front. "I'm heading 
out before things get ugly, Marcie," she said to the 
office's senior secretary. "Is Dave closing up early 
for the rest of you?"

Marcie sighed. "I wish. He hasn't decided yet. Must be 
nice to set your own schedule."

"Go to school, Marcie. Go to school; I keep telling 
you."

The snow held off through the drive home. She pulled 
her new Audi sedan into the garage next to the just-
as-new SUV. All was silent, almost painfully so. 
"Jesus, I need to find a girlfriend," she muttered 
aloud. "Then I wouldn't be alone." A wistful image of 
cuddling on the couch with a pretty girlfriend came to 
her. Then it morphed into a slightly disturbing image 
of Amy's little friend Laci. 

Amy had been gone two weeks now, and so far her sweet 
little friend hadn't taken up Karen's offer to visit 
any time. She wondered what the girl might be doing 
now, and then she wondered if she'd ever get the 
courage to call the girl herself – just to see her 
again, just to look at that sweet, lovely face. The 
words and sounds Karen heard coming from behind the 
closed door still cut into her like a knife. She 
mentally shook herself. Come on, she's a 14 year old 
girl for fuck's sake, what the hell is wrong with you! 
Get over it! Yeah, right, sure thing. 

*** 

Laci could hardly believe she was doing it. She had 
been fretting over it for almost two weeks now, trying 
to work up the courage to go through with her child-
like plan. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. 
Now, sitting in the back of the taxi-cab, she was 
actually going through with it. Her heart fluttered 
wildly in her chest, and her tummy squirmed and 
swirled.

She'd mentally rehearsed the hundreds of things she 
might say when she showed up on Karen's doorstep. It 
was starting to snow out, and it was supposed to snow 
hard – maybe that was part of the reason she decided 
to make today the day she did it. 

Karen surely wouldn't turn her out into a snowstorm; 
if nothing else, Laci was sure of that. But what would 
Karen say? How would she react? Would she be mad? 
Disgusted? Happy? Indifferent? It didn't matter. Laci 
had to find out. She at least had to see Karen and 
hear her voice, that's all. The endless hours she 
dreamed and fantasized about Karen, often masturbating 
to delicious climaxes, only fueled her inner agony. 
Right now, sex was only vaguely in her thoughts, so 
far back as to be nearly insignificant.

No, Karen wouldn't turn her back, at the very least 
she'd take her in until the storm was over. But a 
terrifying thought danced agonizingly through Laci's 
head. What if Karen wasn't home? What if the house was 
empty? Laci was dressed in a worn winter jacket over a 
simple long-sleeved sweater top, her only pair of 
decent skinny jeans were tucked into a pair of boots, 
and a thin scarf was wrapped around her neck. No 
gloves, no hat. Not a good way to be in a snowstorm. 

She was willing to take the risk. She pawed through 
her purse. She was a neat girl, so things were fairly 
organized: cigarettes and lighter (Karen probably 
wouldn't care for that), a few bottles of make-up 
which she always carried, her I-pod, her cell phone 
and her most prized possession, a cute but silly-
little stuffed angel Christmas tree ornament Karen had 
gotten her last year – she'd gotten similar ornaments 
for all of Amy's "hang-out" friends – and tucked next 
to it was the small card Karen gave with it. 

"This lovely angel reminds me of you," she'd written 
in long hand, and it still gave Laci goosebumps. Her 
wallet contained $40 she'd stolen from her mother 
(drug-money, boy will she be pissed when she finds it 
gone! Laci thought), $20 for the taxi out, and if 
worse came to worse, she'd call for a taxi back to 
town, and use the other $20 for that. Her tummy still 
surged and squirmed as the taxi moved into the 
outskirts of town. Oh God, please don't let it come to 
that! I couldn't take it!

When the taxi pulled into the driveway of the familiar 
house, Laci handed the money to the driver, an obese 
woman with a sour disposition. Sour or not, the woman 
said, "You want I should wait just in case there ain't 
nobody home?"

Laci hesitated. "No, you don't have to. If I need to, 
I'll call." She knew there was no turning back.

***

There were a lot of bad little habits Karen was 
falling into since the house was empty, and she hated 
it. But that didn't stop her; rationalization was too 
easy. Smoking inside the house instead of going on the 
deck for one thing. For another, she had a bottle of 
almost 150 Vicodin left over from the kidney stone 
attack almost two years ago, plus a new prescription 
for Xanax to help her get over Amy's leaving. 

It was so easy to take them for the most insignificant 
reasons, but they helped her relax and gave her a nice 
glow without fucking her up. And booze. Normally, two 
glasses of wine a week were her limit. Now it was 
becoming one a day. And now today, it was all three. 
The thought of being snowed in alone was just too 
depressing to face. 

She'd only just taken her first sip of wine, already 
pleasantly warm and fuzzy from the Xanax/Vicodin 
cocktail. The gas fireplace was on, and she was curled 
up on the sofa trying to read some papers from work 
without success. The TV was on a cooking channel, more 
for the noise than anything else.

Karen jumped when the doorbell rang. She frowned. Who 
in hell could that be? A little worm of fear snuggled 
into her mid-section. She hopped up and went to the 
front door. She peaked through the window, and her 
heart instantly seemed to freeze and her tummy 
dropped. Was that little Laci? she thought crazily. 
No, no way, couldn't be!

She fumbled with the lock, her mind suddenly racing. 
She threw the door open and it was... Laci! "Oh my 
God," she gasped. "Laci! What on earth are you doing 
out here?"

Laci smiled wanly, shyly, her own heart fluttering 
madly. "Hi Mrs. Karen. I-I...ummm..."

"Get in here before you freeze," Karen demanded.

Laci stepped in and looked around the familiar 
surroundings.

"Laci, what on earth are you doing out here?"

All the lines Laci rehearsed fluttered away like a 
flock birds from a tree. She looked down at the floor, 
shrugged and tried to talk. "I...uummm... dunno, I 
guess... you remember when you, um, said I could come 
by any time to visit you?"

"Good God, sweetie, yes I remember – and I meant it, I 
really did," Karen said, trying to get herself under 
control. "But now? In a snowstorm? How on earth did 
you get out here?"

"A taxi," Laci mumbled shyly.

"A taxi? Why didn't you call? I would gladly have come 
to get you. What if I wouldn't have been here?" Karen 
cut herself short. What in hell was she doing, 
sounding so reproachful? This was an unbelievable 
stroke of fortune, and here she was about to fuck it 
all up by reproaching the child. "Never mind that," 
she said firmly. "Get in here and take your coat off."

Laci felt an emotional agony, fearing Karen wasn't 
happy to see her that she hadn't really meant what 
she'd said that day. But... She shrugged off her 
jacket and Karen tossed it over a chair. Then Karen 
turned and impulsively embraced Laci. It was a 
maternal embrace, but strong, and it sent the most 
delicious thrill through Laci.

"You must be freezing honey!"

A tiny measure of relief crept over Laci. "Should I 
take my boots off?"

"No, no need, not right now. Come, let's go into the 
living-room where it's nice and warm." Laci obediently 
followed. It was soothingly warm, the lights soft and 
comforting in here, just as Laci remembered. "Why 
don't you sit on the sofa and relax and warm up. I'm 
going to go make you a warm drink. Is hot chocolate 
OK?"

Laci nodded dumbly.

"Okay, you can take your boots off and put them by the 
fire if you want." Karen moved quickly into the 
kitchen. What is going on! She thought, almost 
immediately followed by, You know exactly what's going 
on, I've been wanting to find an excuse to call her, 
and after all, I invited her the day Amy left. And how 
can I pretend I didn't hear what I heard outside the 
bedroom door that day? Yeah, you – I – know what's 
going on. Like they say, careful what you wish for. 

Now she was glad she took the Xanax and Vicodin. 
Otherwise, she'd be a wreck right now. She heated a 
mug of milk in the microwave and stirred in chocolate 
syrup. Her hands trembled just a bit.

Laci was sitting rather demurely at one end of the 
sofa. She shyly took the mug of warm chocolate. Karen 
sat toward the other end and picked the glass of wine 
she'd left behind when Laci was at the door. What to 
say? "It's going to be pretty stormy. I guess you'll 
be staying here for a while. Does your mother know 
where you are?"

Laci snorted and said with undisguised bitterness, "As 
if. She doesn't know, and she doesn't care. Probably 
passed out on the couch."

Karen reproached herself for the question. She well 
knew Laci's home situation, and it made her ache. It 
was a mystery how a girl her age could be so sweet, so 
cheerful in such a miserable home life – if you could 
call it a home. Once Karen found out how Laci lived a 
couple of years ago, it made her ache for the girl. At 
first, it was the biggest reason she went out of her 
way to be welcoming and caring. Karen sipped her wine 
and drew a leg up on the sofa. "It's really that bad, 
huh?"

"Yeah, it is," Laci said looking away.

"I'm sorry, honey. I can't imagine being that way."

"I know you can't. That's why I can't understand Amy! 
I kept telling her she just didn't understand how good 
she had it with you for a mother! You love her, you 
care about her and what happens to her." There was 
pain and bewilderment in her voice.

"Well, she's with her father, and he loves and cares 
for just as much."

"I know, but it isn't the same. Girls need their 
mothers. How else do we learn? She just didn't get it. 
And it made me so mad. I couldn't get her to see it. 
And oh God! I was so scared I wouldn't be able to come 
here anymore, I always felt like I was... welcome here 
that I mattered. And the thought I'd never see you 
again just makes me sick."

 Laci's shift from the generic "here" to the more 
personal "you" was not lost on Karen. "Well, I told 
you you're always welcome here, all you had to do was 
call."

"I know, but I thought you were just saying that to be 
nice or polite."

"No honey, I meant it. I very, very much meant it." 
Karen patted the sofa. "Come. Sit closer to me." 
Feeling the way she did right now, she knew it was 
dangerous to have the girl so close. Laci didn't 
hesitate. She slid over so that only a half a foot 
separated them. She looked at Karen with expectant 
eyes. "I've always enjoyed having you around, always. 
You've always been so sweet, so helpful, you're a joy 
to be around. When Amy left, I kept thinking I was 
going to miss you being here almost as much as I was 
going to miss Amy. I've thought a lot about calling 
you to see how you were doing and seeing if you wanted 
to come out for a visit."

"Really?"

"Really," Karen said, touching Laci's soft hand. She 
reached up and gently, tenderly brushed the back of 
her finger against Laci's so soft cheek. 

Laci sighed. "Why? Why did Amy just... give this up?"

Now it was Karen's turn to sigh. Why indeed. Karen 
knew exactly what underlay her daughter's ugly 
transformation. "Everything changed after her father 
and I divorced. I – we, he and I – knew we were going 
to divorce sooner or later. There were... things 
between us that made it inevitable. I thought it was 
best to do it before Amy got really into her hormone 
years. But I was wrong. She took it very hard, blamed 
me for it – and she morphed into this mean, emotional, 
hateful hellcat. I didn't want her to go, even as 
hateful and willful as she could be, God! I wanted her 
to stay with me. It tears me apart that I won't be 
there for the important things in her life. But I 
won't let her play her father and me off each other. I 
told her if she left, I wasn't going to take her back. 
And I mean that. She's burned her bridges."

Laci doubted that was true, but she kept her opinion 
to herself. "I know, she just... I would give anything 
to have you for a Mom. Anything!"

"Thank you for the vote of confidence."

"I hate my mother! All she wants is drugs and booze. 
I'm a welfare check to her, that's all, the bitch." 
She hissed the last word.

Karen smiled wanly. "I need a cigarette. Do you mind?"

"Me? Of course not!" Her heart thudded as she heard 
herself blurt. "Can I have one too?"
"You? Do you smoke cigarettes? You're only 14."

"It's one of those things you pick up pretty quick 
hanging around the crowd I usually have to hang with. 
I don't often, but sometimes when I get stressed I 
like to."

Karen shrugged reluctantly. "I guess I understand 
about that. I started when I was about your age, but 
then I quit when I got pregnant for Amy. I started 
back up when the marriage went south. Stress. Like you 
said." Karen lit her cigarette and gave it to Laci, 
then lit another for herself. Just like a cheesy old 
movie, Karen thought. She finished her wine and stood 
up. One was enough. "I'll be right back. I'm bringing 
this glass to the kitchen."

Karen was as restless inside as ever. She was 
beginning to pick up a strong sexual vibe, which at 
once troubled and thrilled her. Don't read into 
things, don't be stupid. But be ready, just in case, 
because ohhhh I want it – her – sooo badly. She peaked 
out the window when she got back. It was snowing hard 
now and accumulating fast, and the wind sent shrouds 
of white blowing across the fresh snow pack. "It looks 
like you timed it perfectly. There's no getting into 
town now. Like it or, you're staying here tonight."

"I don't mind...if you don't mind."

Karen sat down close to Laci again. "No, I don't mind 
at all. I'd much rather you be here than God knows 
where."

Laci sighed and unconsciously nudged closer to Karen. 
"Can I ask you something? Kinda personal?"

Karen's heart leaped again. "Sure, I guess so. The 
worst I can do is tell you to mind your own business," 
she said with a teasing smile.

 The sexual vibe was growing stronger by the minute, 
and though she knew she was playing with fire, she had 
to let it develop for things to go where she secretly 
wanted them to go. She looked at Laci and touched her 
hand briefly to encourage the girl to express herself.

Laci looked at her hands, then up at Karen, wondering 
if she dared ask. Finally, "Is it true that you're... 
umm... a... l-lesbian?"

Karen was surprised, and the question gave her yet 
another electric pang. She kept her wits and smiled 
softly but answered cautiously. "Yes. Does that bother 
you?"

Laci looked up, slightly startled. "Bother me? Oh no," 
she said quietly but emphatically. "No, no, why would 
it bother me? It's just that..."

"I know it's important to you for some reason, or you 
wouldn't have asked. Don't be shy, I'm not ashamed of 
it."

"Well, it's just that...like, how did you know you 
were that way...gay."

Karen sighed and smiled. "I can't give you a simple 
answer to that question. When I was your age, I knew I 
wasn't seeing things, feeling the things the same way 
my friends were. I didn't have an interest in boys, 
even though I pretended to. You have to remember, 
twenty years ago, it was a lot different. There were 
no LGBT support groups or counselors, and gays were 
still outcasts. So I pushed my feelings down, and when 
I got married and had Amy, for a while I could say, 
'There, I'm married and I have a kid, so I mustn't be 
that way after all.' But also after Amy was born, it 
got harder and harder to pretend I wasn't really 
attracted to other women. So it was a process for me, 
something I tried to ignore but couldn't. There isn't 
a test you take to tell if you're gay or not."

"Were some of the feelings you had....sexual? I mean, 
I guess, did you look at other girls and, you know, 
think and feel... sexual things?"

 "Absolutely," she said firmly. Laci fidgeted, her 
eyes shyly looking back and forth from her hands to 
Karen. Karen put her hand on Laci's. "Do you think 
you're a lesbian?" Karen murmured.

Laci sighed. "Yes. A girl I kinda like...that 
way...said I couldn't be gay because I'm too pretty 
and girly, but now I know that's a lie."

"Does it bother you that you might be a lesbian?"

"No, not the way I think you mean. It bothers me that 
I, like, don't know what to do. I mean, you know, how 
to let someone know I like them that way, and not just 
as a friend, that they make me have... feelings."

Laci's cheeks were flushed now, her eyes dark and her 
breathing quick and shallow. She squirmed restlessly.

Karen's own heart was pounding with growing excitement 
as she realized more certainly where this was going. 
She had to be encouraging without being too aggressive 
-- best to let it come from Laci. She reached out and 
toyed with Laci's long mane of tawny hair. Laci closed 
her eyes and sighed. "Is there someone in particular 
who makes you have those feelings?" Karen asked 
softly.

Laci weighed her words. At last, she looked at Karen 
with an almost pained expression. "Yes. You!" She 
almost propelled herself into Karen's arms.

Karen, a bit surprised at the assertiveness of Laci's 
confession, gathered the girl's lithe body in a gentle 
embrace. Laci nuzzled her cheek against Karen's 
shoulder. "Me?" Karen said with a false naivetι.

"Yes, you," Laci said, her voice soft and almost 
whimpering. She looked up at Karen to judge her 
reactions, and it was a relief to see that she was 
smiling slightly and not pushing her away. "I've had a 
crush on you since the first time I ever saw you."

"Wow, that's what, almost three years ago?" She slid 
her hands down and found the spot at the small of 
Laci's back left exposed by her cropped top, and began 
to caress her there. Laci arched and gasped ever so 
softly. "I never knew."

"Yes, I did. The first time I met you, I thought you 
were so pretty, so nice, and I thought Amy was so 
lucky to have a Mom like you. And I couldn't stop 
thinking about you, dreaming about you and stuff. I 
started having daydreams about you...me...us together. 
God, you must think I'm so awful."

"Why on earth would I think that?"

Laci shrugged. "Well..."

Karen shifted so she could look directly at Laci up 
close. "You think I didn't have those kinds of 
thoughts about you? Such a beautiful girl, so sweet 
and lovely. And in the summer at the pool, you don't 
think I didn't notice you prancing around in your 
skimpy bikini?"

Laci smiled shyly. "I didn't think you even noticed."

Karen laughed. "Oh God, I noticed." Karen caressed her 
cheek now, and they looked at each other.

"But by today," Laci said with a tinge of desperation, 
"I just couldn't stand it anymore, I've been crying 
and dreaming about you."

"Crying?"

"Yes! I just ache about you, I get so tight inside 
when I think about you."

Karen lifted Laci's chin. "You're an amazing girl, 
Laci, amazing.   So beautiful, so sweet. I'd look at 
you and I'd think she's such a sweet and beautiful 
girl, all she wants or needs is to be loved by 
someone. I'd ache for you and I'd think how much 
better you'd be with me."

"I would, Karen! Oh God, I would!" Her face was turned 
up, her eyes glowing and her cheeks flushed. 
Everything about her expression shouted anticipation.

Karen caressed the corner of Laci's lips with her 
thumb. At last, slowly, she leaned in and Laci parted 
her lips in anticipation. When their lips touched, 
they both at once felt an electric thrill ripple over 
them, and as though a huge weight had been taken from 
their shoulders. Small sighs were followed by soft, 
gentle kisses. Laci's hands were uncertain and 
restless. The heat and tension in her tummy and chest 
grew. I can't believe I'm kissing Karen, it's really 
happening! 

"The intensity of the things she felt inside and the 
way her head whirled was almost irresistible. She 
wanted to touch and feel and moan and revel. She 
squirmed as Karen kissed her lips, her cheeks, around 
her lips. Karen sucked her lower lip, then traced it 
with her tongue, making Laci moan very softly. Karen 
pulled back and drank in Laci's flushed, beautiful 
face. Stroking her hair, she knew she had to let Laci 
decide where to go. "Do you want me to stop? If you 
want to keep going, we'll go upstairs where it's more 
comfortable. If you want to stop, we can... stop."

"No! I don't want to stop. Oh God, you must think I'm 
a slut or something."

Karen laughed and kissed her forehead. "Then what 
would that make me?" Laci giggled. "How do you feel 
right now?" Karen asked, stroking her cheek.

Laci smiled and rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable! I've 
never felt like this before, all warm fluttery and 
.... and wow! Really, really good. And relieved you 
didn't kick me out into the snow bank."

Now Karen laughed. She slathered Laci with smacking 
kisses. "OK," she said at last. "Let's go upstairs." 
She took Laci's hand and they stood. "You are so 
incredibly sexy!" Karen said, letting her eyes inspect 
the precious girl.

Laci giggled and instinctively posed flirtatiously. 

"Can I ask you something?" Karen said at the stairs.

Laci shrugged. "Sure."

"I don't mean to embarrass you, but have you ever been 
with a girl before?"

"You mean more than kissing? No, never. Is that a 
problem?"

"God no!" Karen said with a laugh.

Karen led Laci by the hand to the master bedroom. The 
wind moaned softly through the eaves, giving an eerie 
voice to the things Karen felt inside. She forcefully 
pushed aside any lingering reservations she might 
have, letting them be overwhelmed by the throbbing 
sexual passion coursing through her. Remember, you're 
the adult here, and that thought was weighted with 
layers of meaning. Don't take her places she doesn't 
want to go, don't make her uncomfortable, encourage 
her but don't force her. Things will go where they 
should. That was the last controlled, coherent thought 
she had for a long time.

As Karen lead Laci into the big, spacious bedroom, she 
fumbled for the switch and turned on the soft recessed 
lights over the head of her vast, empty king-sized 
bed, creating the illusion of a sanctuary of comfort 
and warmth in a darker world. At that instant, her 
tremendous passion, her aching hunger took over and 
caution was discarded like autumn leaves cast into a 
wind. Her heart thudded and her insides bubbled and 
simmered. She tried to maintain some control when she 
sat on the edge of the bed and gently drew Laci 
between her parted thighs. 

She moaned ever so softly as she stared rapturously at 
the girl. Her angelic beauty, her glowing loveliness 
made Karen weak and fuzzy. It was like looking at a 
forbidden goddess. Karen brought her closer and Laci, 
breathing hard herself, her expression adoring yet 
languid, let herself fall against Karen in surrender. 

Karen buried her face in the crook between Laci's neck 
and shoulder and she shuddered. Laci's skin was softer 
than soft, and Karen could smell her sweet innocence. 
Karen ran her parted lips feather-like over the skin 
of Laci's arched neck, making the girl's breath catch. 
She let the very tip of her tongue caress its way 
passed the angle of Laci's jaw and over her cheek. 
Laci whimpered and started to go weak in Karen's arms. 
Karen let her lips pass over Laci's own sweet, 
delicate, parted lips to the corner of Laci's mouth. 
Laci was almost panting, and her eyes were nearly 
shut.

"Oh Laci," Karen moaned with a tremor. "Oh God Laci." 
Karen could feel herself losing control. "Do you know 
how beautiful you are? Do you know how you're making 
me feel?"

Laci moaned shortly, and she looked almost drugged 
when she put her head down. She started to speak, but 
Karen put her fingers over Laci's lips. "Ssshhh. Don't 
talk my precious angel. Just feel."

"Karen," she whimpered. The sensations emanating over 
her entire being were unlike anything she'd ever felt 
before. Nothing had ever felt this warm and safe and 
good. She struggled to form words. She gasped and 
shook her head as if to clear it. "Karen. I don't know 
what to do."

Karen ran her lips up to Laci's ear and the girl 
arched her neck. "Yes you do baby. Do what your heart 
tells you to do. Cry, yell, whisper, talk... whatever 
your heart tells you is right. Touch me wherever you 
want, or not. Move, kick, squirm, do what feels right. 
But promise me, if I touch you in a way or a place you 
don't want, tell me. I don't want to hurt you, my 
precious angel. Promise?"

"Uh huh, I promise," Laci said thickly.

"I'm going to make you feel things you never knew it 
was possible to feel. Don't hold anything back, Angel, 
don't fight anything."

"Oh Karen," she murmured. "Love me."

Laci's legs were getting weaker. Karen gently guided 
her and laid her on the bed. Laci sprawled out, 
offering herself to Karen. Karen hovered over her and 
took her. She traced her tongue over Laci's cheeks, 
making the girl sigh and arch her neck. Laci's 
beautiful, tender lips were parted, beckoning, and 
Karen brushed them with hers before going back and 
easing her mouth over Laci's. Their tongues came 
together slowly, languidly, without hurry, waltzed 
together then explored. Karen licked Laci's lips 
before pushing back into the girl's warm, delicate 
mouth. She ran her hands up and down Laci's sides, 
lifted the hem of her top and stroked the child's taut 
tummy. Their kissing grew more urgent. Touching the 
softness of Laci tummy and flanks made the girl sigh 
and stir. 

Their kisses grew longer and wetter, their tongues 
bolder. Karen swayed and growled softly and with 
hunger. She worked her hands ever so slowly up under 
Laci's sweater, savoring every inch of her softness. 
Had she ever touched anything so utterly soft and 
wonderful? Her own insides were seething, her entire 
body humming. She hadn't felt this intensely alive and 
aroused since her own first time. It felt like there 
was a living thing deep inside her body writhing and 
struggling to get out. Karen finally slipped her 
fingers under Laci's bra, but she didn't touch the 
soft mound of the girl's young breasts just yet. "Can 
I take your sweater and bra off?" Karen murmured.

"You too," Laci answered.

Karen smiled. "I'll go first." She rose to her knees, 
shook her hair and looked down at Laci with a smile. 
Laci's eyes were heavy but bright and sparkling for 
all that. She seemed reasonably composed yet off in a 
very special, warm and wonderful place. 

Karen unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it. Her 
breasts weren't overly large, but they were full and 
firm. Laci had dreamed about those lovely orbs many, 
many nights. Her deepest, most secret fantasy revolved 
around nursing milk from Karen's agonizingly inviting 
breasts.

Karen felt wanton. She undid her bra and tossed it 
aside. Her breasts were swollen and sensitive, 
demanding attention. She cupped them while Laci 
watched, massaged them, thumbed and tugged on the 
nipples until she gasped and they were as hard as 
rubies. Karen's rush of exhilaration soared. Oh she 
was hungry! "Your turn," she smiled softly. 

Hands trembling Karen pulled Laci's top off, and now 
only her bra covered her small, delicate breast 
mounds. Karen leaned over and kissed Laci's mouth, 
then moved down to kiss her chest, her armpits, her 
chest; she traced her fingers lovingly over Laci's 
upper body, making the girl squirm and whimper. At 
last, Karen slid her hands under Laci's back and 
unclasped the bra. 

Oh God! Her beautiful little breasts exposed! They 
were hardly more than half oranges, but they were firm 
and smooth. Her nipples stood out starkly, like 
immature raspberries. Rather than give in to the urge 
to stroke and squeeze those wonderful nubs, Karen 
propped herself on one hand. Her hair spilled around 
her face. She used free hand to guide her own nipple 
to Laci's. Laci watched and whimpered in anticipation. 
Karen brushed her nipple against Laci's, manipulating 
her breast so their nubs kissed and danced. Laci cried 
out with wonder at the sensation.

Laci had never felt remotely like she felt right now. 
It was like when she masturbated, but it wasn't 
anything at all like masturbating, it was a hundred, a 
thousand times more intense. Her entire body was 
seething and churning inside. She couldn't think in 
the ordinary way. Her inner self was running in a 
sensory overdrive. She felt at once drugged and heavy, 
almost in a dream, yet she also felt totally and 
complete alive and awake, aware of every sensation 
tearing through her young body. 

Karen cupped and squeezed her own breasts again, then 
suddenly pounced on Laci's. She framed the girl's 
breasts from below with her thumb and fore finger, 
then let a strand of saliva dribble out and drop 
slowly onto Laci's breast bud. Then, she suckled 
Laci's nipple into her mouth, nibbled it, tugged on 
it, let it snap free before swirling her tongue around 
it. Nothing in Laci's short life prepared her for that 
sensation. It was ecstasy beyond description. 

She cried out and stiffened and buried her hands in 
Karen's hair. That first orgasm was sharp and intense, 
like a bull-whip snap, the first crack in a dam. It 
wasn't really a pussy orgasm she thought in a muddled 
way. It was her whole body. Her next surprise came 
when Karen moved to her other breast, and instead of 
the release she normally got from coming, she was even 
more worked up than before. She could no longer keep 
from panting, gasping and squirming under Karen's 
touches and kisses.

Karen was now at a point of pure ecstasy, the place 
where her entire being was consumed by sexual energy 
welling from deep inside. There were no words for it – 
warm, pressure, throbbing, wet, aching, all those and 
so much more. It just...was. Every sense was alive and 
crackling with raw pleasure. Laci's cries and whimpers 
of passion, her lush, succulent body and the glow and 
urgency on her face were works of exquisite art to 
Karen's eyes. She could taste every nuance of Laci's 
silken skin. It all whirled together into an 
indescribable kaleidoscope of sensations.

Karen kissed her way down Laci's tummy, feeling every 
subtle change in the girl's sweet flesh. She moved her 
hand between Laci's legs and carefully squeezed her 
through her jeans just hard enough to send a rocket of 
pleasure over the girl and bringing her to the brink 
of orgasm. "Oh God," Laci cried out, lifting her 
pelvis with urgency, seeking Karen's touch. If having 
her breast nibbled was shocking, this new sensation 
was otherworldly. "Please Karen!" she begged in a 
whimper. "Do something to me there! Please! Please!" 
She could barely stand the pressure growing inside 
her. Her insides felt like a bottle of shaken 
champagne.

Karen was panting. She got up and frantically pawed at 
her own pants. She felt like she was suffocating. She 
tore them off. Her hands weren't just trembling when 
she went for the button of Laci's jeans, they were 
shaking. "Oh fuck!" she cursed. The button finally 
popped free, and Laci urgently arched her butt off the 
bed so Karen could take those maddening pants off her. 
Laci's pink panties had a large wet stain on the 
front. 

Karen would normally want to take the time to enjoy 
her lover's treasure, tease it, smell it, taste it 
before removing the fabric to expose the delight 
beneath. But now she, they were both too overheated 
for subtleties. Karen somehow managed to regain a 
measure of control by telling herself to remember this 
was the child's first time, there was no second chance 
at a first time, make it as amazing as it can possibly 
be.

Karen pulled her own panties off, exposing her wetness 
to the cool air. She kept herself shaved bare, a 
little gift from her own first lover, and her mound 
and thighs glistened from her flowing juices. Her 
pussy was swollen and throbbing and open and leaking 
and screaming at her. She leaned over and kissed Laci 
deeply, once, twice, three times. Laci moaned 
tremulously into her mouth. She wrapped her arms 
around Karen's neck and whimpered, "Oh Karen, Karen 
I've never felt like this before! I-I..."

"Ssshhh baby," Karen said huskily, as she carefully 
slid Laci's panties off. "Are you ready?"

Laci whimpered again, bit her lip and nodded. She knew 
what was coming, but she had no idea at all what to 
expect.

"Just let it happen, love. Don't fight it, let 
whatever happens happen."

Karen knelt facing Laci's feet. Her own seething pussy 
was only inches from Laci's face. She gently pushed 
open Laci's bent legs, fully exposing the girl's 
virgin sex. Karen gasped at the incredible beauty of 
the girl's throbbing flower. The mound rose up, as 
smooth as an eggshell. Her outer labia were puffy and 
glistening, and inside, her folds were as intricate as 
a budding rose. Her vagina was bubbling wet with 
nectar. The inner folds channeled up to her throbbing 
bud, swollen enough to push out from under its hood 
like a tiny, exquisite pearl waiting to be picked. 
Laci's fragrance was breathtaking, a deliciously 
clean, musky arousal, vaguely like the smell of the 
ocean at low tide.

Laci wriggled urgently. Karen took all this in in mere 
seconds. How to do this? Karen thought with urgent 
frustration. She herself needed her pussy tended to. 
From the front you numbskull! Gasping, Karen said, 
"I'm going to get on the floor between your legs baby! 
Can you scoot to the edge of the bed?"

Panting and quivering, Laci whimpered, "Yes, yes, but 
please Karen! I need you to do something to me!"

Karen dropped down and Laci urgently scooted to the 
edge, her knees instinctively drawn back and legs 
spread wide. "Oh God!" Karen gasped as Laci opened up 
mere inches from her face. Now she could feel the heat 
emanating from the girl's sex. She shakily reached in 
and used both hands on the creases of Laci's thigh and 
pussy. She used her thumbs to open the child like a 
present. Nectar spilled out and Karen gasped. She 
massaged Laci, then buried her face in. She slurped up 
the juice, probed her folds with her tongue, nipped 
then sucked the lovely girl's pulsing swell into her 
mouth. 

Laci exploded. Later, that would be the only way she 
could remember it. She erupted. Something inside her 
seemed to tear open and release a wave of pleasure the 
likes of which she wouldn't have believed existed had 
she not experienced it. What little control she had of 
her body was gone in an instant. Everything from that 
point on happened without conscious input. Her body 
seized and spasmed, muscles she never knew she had 
rippled in surging waves. She cried out, arched her 
back, kicked her feet, tore at the bedspread, writhed, 
sobbed.

Karen bathed Laci's bud in saliva, suckled on her, 
pressed her tongue on the girls pearl, then flicked 
her tongue over it, hard and fast. Laci bucked her 
pelvis up with urgency, trying to ram herself on 
Karen's frantic tongue. Karen's own heat seethed and 
screamed, and she moaned into Laci's pussy, slurping 
up the wetness, using her face to probe. She took a 
hand away and put it between her own legs. Her pussy 
instantly opened, and nectar dribbled out. 

Karen rammed three fingers inside herself and used the 
heel of her hand to frantically massage her own 
burning clit. Oh God yes! She needed that, oh fuck 
yes, yes, yes! She fingered herself madly, roughly, 
tugging at herself, grinding the heel of her hand 
against her nubbin, her fingers slurping in her pussy. 
Her own orgasm boiled up. She quivered as her pelvis 
grew, swelled and finally burst in a white flash of 
pleasure. She kept devouring Laci, gluttonous for the 
girl's offerings, her lover's frantic dance and cries 
feeding her own pulsating release.

Then, it was over. Laci flopped on the bed and Karen 
knew she was done. Laci's lovely young sex – no longer 
virgin – still pulsed and when Karen carefully let her 
labia close, a fresh dribble of nectar rolled out. 
Karen carefully sucked it into her mouth. The girl's 
smell was stronger now, wonderful and intoxicating. 
Karen kissed Laci's thighs, her labia, her mound, but 
she was careful to avoid the child's button – it would 
be exquisitely tender for a time. Laci's body still 
twitched and jumped with residual spasms, and she 
grunted each time.

Karen got up and lifted Laci's legs onto the bed 
before she climbed back on the bed herself. She slid 
up next to the girl and gathered her into her arms. 
She cradled Laci, held her close and cooed soothing 
sounds.

Laci, barely aware of her surroundings, her head still 
sizzling like an overloaded socket, turned her head 
and whispered, Karen. Karen."

"Sssshhhh, my precious baby girl. Rest. Enjoy it. I'll 
hold you and love you."

Laci smiled sleepily, then let herself drift. 

Karen held Laci and hummed a soothing tune, as if she 
were a baby. It felt wonderful to hold the child like 
this, to feel her body and the listen to the soft rush 
of her breathing. Karen tried to digest what had just 
happened. It was not exactly high on the list of 
things she expected to happen when she got up this 
morning. But here they were. It had been amazing, and 
now the lovely little Angel in her arms was spent. 

That had been one of the more intense orgasms Karen 
had ever been part of. Karen was proud that she 
herself could, with the right woman, make love for two 
or three hours with barely a pause, having multiple 
very strong orgasms. But Laci was truly a child. She 
wasn't ready for such things.

Karen slipped her a hand between her own legs and her 
pussy was receptive. With a sigh, she began to stroke 
herself, up and down her slit, slowly, firmly, 
delighting in the warm pleasure. She hooked a finger 
inside her vagina and probed. Soooo nice. She spread 
fresh wetness over her labia, and at last squeezed her 
clit. 

She closed her eyes and let memories of Laci's first 
time take over. She circled and nudged her clit with 
the tips of her fingers. She tapped herself and rubbed 
harder. She tried to stay as quiet as possible while 
Laci recovered, as a delicious new orgasm wriggled 
over her in warm, gentle waves.

After perhaps an hour, Karen sat up. She found her 
cigarettes and lit up. Laci's eyes fluttered open. She 
looked up at Karen with a gaze that was full of 
wonder. Karen smiled down at her and lovingly stroked 
her cheek. "Hi precious."

Laci smiled sleepily. "Hi."

"Tired?"

Laci nodded. "I-I... never felt anything like that."

"I know. Wonderful, wasn't it."

"Oh yes," Laci smiled. "Was I OK?"

"Oh baby," Karen whispered. "You were – you are – 
wonderful. You're a big girl now."

Laci smiled and stirred. Karen let her have a couple 
of drags from her cigarette. "We'll sleep now."

"Together?"

"Yes, of course." Karen snuffed the cigarette and 
worked the covers down. They slipped under them.

"Karen? Can I stay with you? For a while?"

"Of course darling girl. Come, let's cuddle and 
sleep."

Continued in part 2...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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