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Karen and Laci - 3
by Letoria (letoria69@yahoo.com)
***
Karen and her new teenage lover Laci are snowbound.
They both realize they are falling in love, and the
passion it releases is irresistible. (Ff, ped, oral,
squirt, rom)
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PART 3: Snowbound
If you go out in the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go out in the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.
For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
Picnic time for teddy bears,
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.
Watch them, catch them unawares,
And see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily dance about.
They love to play and shout,
And never have any cares.
At six o'clock their mommies and daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they're tired little teddy bears.
– "The Teddy Bears' Picnic" A Sweet Lullaby
It took Karen the better part of half an hour to
gather her wits, at least enough to feel as though she
could stand up without falling. From out of the blue,
a most mundane thought came to her – I'm starving!
Turning to her 14-year-old lover, Karen mumbled,
"Laci, honey, could you help me up? I have to pee, and
then we need to go downstairs and get something to eat
and drink."
Laci giggled. "Okay." Wow... I made her so weak and
shaky she needs help to sit up! She got out of bed and
padded around to the other side, extending a hand to
Karen.
With Laci's help, Karen levered herself into a sitting
position, then remained motionless for a second.
"Pheewww, so dizzy!" She reached over to turn on the
lights and... Nothing. "Oh, shit," she muttered. "The
power's out. Damn."
"No electricity?" Laci wasn't sure if this was a big
problem. Karen obviously wasn't alarmed or mad, just
annoyed.
"Nope, no electricity. Damn. We can't brush our teeth,
at least up here. Moreover, no bath or shower. The
well pump runs on electricity. Well, I've got a dozen
gallon bottles of spring water. Knew they'd come in
handy." Karen slipped into her flannel nightie and her
robe from the night before last, and then slid her
feet into a well-worn pair of slippers. "I'll get you
one of Amy's old flannel nighties and pair of scuffies
to keep your tootsies warm. Don't want you to catch
your death."
Karen padded into the bathroom with Laci close behind
and plopped down on the commode, which shocked Laci.
Peeing front of her like it was no big deal? Unable to
help herself, the teen giggled, and then covered her
mouth.
"What?" Karen said. "What's so funny?"
"You! Going to the bathroom in front of me like that."
Karen almost said something about a certain young girl
having had her face between Karen's legs half an hour
ago, but thought better of it. "It's no big deal."
Laci giggled even harder. "You make me laugh!" she
said with childish glee.
Karen shook her head and smiled. She wasn't
particularly shy about her bathroom habits. It did use
to bother Amy, until she simply accepted it as one of
her mother's idiosyncrasies.
Finished, Karen stood up, tore off a strip of toilet
paper and wiped herself. "Okay, all done. Your turn. I
even warmed the seat for you."
Once again, Laci dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Well, what did you think, dummy? Everybody goes to the
bathroom! But she's so funny about it... Oh, she makes
me feel good!
Nonetheless, Laci was reluctant to sit on the toilet
herself while being watched. Luckily, Karen was
sensitive enough to understand. "I've got a new
toothbrush for you to use," she said, taking one from
the vanity drawer. She grabbed her own brush and a
tube of toothpaste. "We'll have to brush with bottled
water in the kitchen, though. Oh, and don't flush the
toilet!"
"No?" Laci said, scrunching up her nose in surprise.
"How come?"
"The tank won't refill when the well-pump isn't
working." With that, Karen stepped out and shut the
bathroom door, leaving Laci alone.
Laci blushed, chastising herself for not figuring that
out for herself. Then again, such details as how
toilets flushed simply never occurred to her. Why
should they? In her world, they just did. Lost in
reflection, she came dangerously close to flushing the
toilet anyhow out of sheer ingrained habit, but just
managed to catch herself in time.
She entered the hallway in time to see Karen emerging
from Amy's old room, a flannel nightie with a yawning
cartoon girl and the words I just want to be in bed in
one hand, a pair of fuzzy scuffies in the other. "Here
y'go," Karen said, helping Laci slip the nightie onto
her lithe young body.
Downstairs, Karen went to one of the windows to peer
outside. "Holy Guacamole, Bat-girl!" she exclaimed,
her eyes wide.
"Wh-what's the matter?" Laci said with mild alarm.
"Jesus Christ! Look, honey. Look at all the snow!"
Laci stood on her tippy-toes, balancing herself by
putting a hand on Karen's arm. "Ohmygod!" she
squealed.
Outside, there was nothing but white. The snow in this
sheltered part of the house was piled high enough to
reach the window. Looking to the side, she found
herself unable to make out the road. There was a hump
where the snowplow had once passed, now indistinct.
The driveway was invisible, and the bird bath on the
lawn was gone except for part of the bowl. And it was
still snowing hard, too! The trees on the other side
of the driveway were hazy ideas, shrouded by a thick
veil of falling flakes. It was all very beautiful...
also, a little scary.
Laci turned to Karen, nibbling nervously at her lower
lip. "I've never seen this much snow, ever. Are we –
are we trapped here?"
"'Fraid so, baby girl. We're not going anywhere for a
while." Karen shrugged. "But there's plenty to eat,
the house is heated with gas, so is the stove. It
might be kind of nice to be stuck here together." She
slipped her arm around Laci's waist. "Let's go eat.
I'm starved."
It was cool but bright in the kitchen. Karen rummaged
around the under-counter cupboard and pulled out a
gallon jug of spring water. She took a toothbrush,
still in its package, from the pocket in her robe and
handed it to Laci. In truth, she wouldn't have had a
problem with letting the child use hers – it had
always struck Karen as a little silly to get grossed
out about sharing a toothbrush with someone you'd
french kissed. That's the way people were, though, and
obviously, Laci would be squeamish. Luckily, she
always had extras on hand, left over from her
daughter's sleepover and slumber party days. All too
often, one of the girls would forget to pack hers, and
Karen had learned to be prepared.
Karen peered out over the backyard in awe as she
brushed her teeth. It was a sea of white, shrouded
behind a foggy curtain of falling flakes. The deck was
gone, the trees were little more than shrubs, and the
garden shed buried on one side by a drift. Oddly
enough, there was a large bare spot over by the above-
ground pool where the wind had scoured away the snow
and sent it drifting off to who knew where. She hadn't
seen this much snow since she was a girl of seven or
eight, and then they'd been stuck indoors for three
days.
She rinsed her mouth and nodded. "There. Now I need my
nicotine fix." She found her extra cigarettes and lit
one, exhaling a plume of smoke. The mother in her was
conflicted about giving Laci a cigarette. Then again,
what was the point of saying no? Laci already had the
habit, and they'd shared a few last night... no use to
get all high and mighty now. After a second drag, she
handed it to Laci.
"You don't mind?" Laci said, a bit sheepishly.
Karen shrugged. "Tell you what - we'll quit soon. Both
of us. Together." She sighed, already missing her
coffee. Her options were instant or tea. She chose
tea, and set about making it. "Do you want tea, honey?
Or hot chocolate? Juice?"
Laci shrugged. "Juice is okay."
Karen got a jug of orange juice from the refrigerator.
"Karen?" Laci said pensively. "The fridge runs on
electricity. Won't the stuff in it go bad or
something, now that the power's out?"
"Excellent observation, sweetie," Karen said, and Laci
blushed at the compliment. "If we don't open the door
except when we really need to, everything will be fine
for a while. It's like those big coolers you take to
the beach. But if the power's still out tomorrow, you
and I will have to move everything to the garage to
keep it cold. Later, I'll get a big pot we'll fill
with snow, and we'll melt it and use that to flush the
toilets. I know it grosses you out to not flush after
going."
"Yeah, my mother never does and it stinks, and her
gross boyfriend pees all over the seat, which is so
totally guh-ross."
"I'd say so. What would you like for breakfast?"
"What can we have?" She thought of the pancakes Karen
made for sleepovers, how they were the best she'd ever
had.
"Anything your precious heart desires, baby."
Laci adored the pet names Karen used when talking to
her, things like baby, sweetie, honey, baby-girl. They
made her feel so good. No one had ever talked to her
that way before – certainly not her mother! The thing
was, she could tell Karen meant those nice names, they
weren't just words. The one she liked best was "baby-
girl". It was exactly how Karen made her feel, like a
girl who wasn't exactly grown-up, yet somehow like a
baby, wanting to be held and cuddled.
Laci sighed happily, and then realized with a start
that Karen was waiting for an answer about breakfast.
"Um, could we have pancakes?"
Karen smiled. "Pancakes it is."
As she went about fixing breakfast, Karen turned on
the radio, listening long enough to hear that it was
going to snow for another twelve hours, and it would
reach at least four feet before it was over.
Grimacing, she switched the radio off, pausing to sip
her tea before she poured the pancake batter onto the
griddle. She made them three pancakes each, deftly
stacking them atop two plates when they were done.
Grabbing the syrup from the fridge, Karen handed Laci
her plate and led the girl to the breakfast nook,
which was smaller than the kitchen but much more
intimate.
Just as they sat down, Karen's cell phone rang. "Damn
it," she muttered, and she went to the kitchen to
retrieve it.
Laci sat waiting, feeling increasingly anxious. Who
could that be, phoning during a storm? Her mother? No,
her mother was probably drunk, stoned, and high on
meth or all three. On the other hand, she might try to
track her daughter down for the forty dollars Laci had
taken. Oh God, please don't let it be her.
When Karen came back, her face was neutral. She sat
down with a sigh. "Well, we aren't going anywhere
until at least the day after tomorrow. That was my
plow man. He won't be able to unblock the road until
tomorrow night at the earliest. Oh well, we'll be
fine," she added with a smile.
Relieved, Laci dove into her pancakes. She hadn't
eaten anything since heating up a can of Spaghetti-Os
the previous morning, and was ravenously hungry.
Watching the girl wolf down her food, Karen asked,
"When was the last time you ate, honey?" When Laci
admitted the truth. Karen's eyebrows went up.
"Spaghetti-Os? Yesterday? Jesus H. Christ. Honey, that
just flat-out isn't right." Karen felt a bubble of
anger forming in her mid-section. "Does your mother
even do groceries?"
"Yeah, usually. You can't use the food stamp cards for
anything else. Sometimes she sells the card for drug
money, but only once in a while."
"Oh for Christ's sake!" Karen said, and then fell
silent. When she spoke again, it was in a quieter
tone. "Laci, baby, can I ask you something very
personal... maybe a little embarrassing? It's
important to me."
Laci paused. If she says it's important, then it has
to be. "Okay, sure."
"Your mother has a lot of different boyfriends,
doesn't she?"
"Uh-huh. They come and go, and then sometimes they
come back. They're all nasty and gross and I hate
them."
"Has any of them ever... hurt you? Or tried to touch
you in a way you didn't want?"
Laci furrowed her brow as she thought about Karen's
question. "No. A couple have tried, but I'm not afraid
to fight back. Once when I was six or seven, I almost
let one put my hand on his..." She shuddered at the
thought. "His thing. Because back then I thought you
were s'posed to do what adults told you to do. I
remember my mother came in before it could happen, and
that was before she was really messed up. But no, I
never let any of them touch me."
Karen's heart thudded as a wave of sudden remorse
washed over her. I had sex with this fourteen-year-old
girl. I undressed her, took her to bed, fondled and
licked her. Am I any better than the scumbag who tried
to make her touch his cock? She felt a crazy impulse
to kneel before Laci, seize her hand and plead: You
don't think of me that way... do you?
Karen studied the child as she wolfed down her
pancakes, her face sweet and guileless.
No, she told herself after a moment's reflection. It's
a selfish question. Look at her, so damned beautiful
and content after our night together... don't fuck up
what we had by making an issue out of your own guilt.
Suddenly Karen recalled Laci as a scabby-kneed,
angelic child of ten, seated at this same table eating
breakfast after a sleepover with Amy. Her lovely eyes
sparkling like a little wren's, her demeanor always
warm and gentle despite the sad hand of cards she'd
been dealt by life. Karen's breath caught in her
chest. No, let's leave well enough alone.
Still, Karen felt the necessity to know more about
Laci's mother, painful though the subject was.
"Doesn't your mom protect you?"
"No," Laci said matter-of-factly. "She's usually too
drunk or... fucked up..." She glanced up from under
her eyelashes to see if Karen would react badly to her
using such a powerful swear. But Karen only sipped her
tea, listening attentively. "I don't think she really
cares what happens to me," the girl continued. "When
she sobers up enough, she'll do things like buy me
clothes. Sometimes. But that doesn't happen much. And
even then, she keeps going on and on about what a big
favor she's doing me."
Laci finished the last bite of pancake, and then laid
her fork down with a happy sigh. Karen lit a
cigarette, and then offered Laci the pack. "What about
your father? He's not around?"
"I'm not sure who my father is," Laci said resignedly,
taking a cigarette, leaning forward to get a light
from Karen.
"Oh, wonderful," Karen muttered, shaking her head in
disgust.
Laci shrugged as if it were no big deal. "She does it
with so many guys, it's hard to tell. Maybe that's why
I like girls, huh?" Then she shook her head. "No, I
doubt it, I just like girls. But I'm a mistake, she
says. I wasn't supposed to happen, and she reminds me
of that all the time."
Karen felt a hot, unpleasant bubble of raw fury rise
up in her. How could such things be? What kind of
person treated their own flesh and blood like a stupid
mistake? Was the call of drugs and alcohol so strong
that it destroyed one's basic humanity? Apparently so.
Karen reflected on how she always refused to list
apartment buildings from that seedy, derelict section
of town where Laci lived whenever they came up for
sale. It shamed her, but she dumped them on the
younger realtors. She hated dealing with the willful
misery of the people who existed there.
Yet unpleasant as such miniscule contact with the
city's poverty-ravaged netherworld was, Laci lived
there every day. It was her life. Every day a struggle
to survive, never mind thrive and retain a measure of
hope in something better out there. Under the
circumstances, it was a miracle that the only bad
habit Laci had picked up was smoking.
Sweet Jesus Christ! How can I allow her to live like
that? And how the hell can society label ME as evil
and wrong because I give Laci pleasure, while her
rotten, despicable mother barely feeds her? How is
that fair? She sighed. Let it go, let it go.
"See, though," Laci continued, oblivious to Karen's
anger, "that's why I always liked coming out here. I
always felt like you guys cared for me, even your ex-
husband - and you never made me feel like I was an
annoying brat." She paused, her cheeks suddenly
flushed pink, then blurted, "And I had a crush on you,
too!"
"Oh, Laci..." Karen whispered, "I didn't know. How
could I have missed it?"
"I've always loved you," the child declared. "At
first, I just wished you were my real mommy, but
later, I started dreaming of hugging an' kissing you,
and when I figured how to rub myself, I liked to think
of us being naked together, kissing and touching...
just like last night." She gave Karen a worried look.
"Um... you don't think I'm a slut or something, do
you?"
"No!" exclaimed Karen, appalled. "God, no! Christ,
like I said last night - if you're a slut, what does
that make me?"
Laci answered quietly, "It makes you someone I love.
With all my heart."
Heart throbbing with adoration, Karen rose to her feet
and moved to where Laci sat. Bending down, she
embraced the child, burying her face in Laci's sweet-
scented hair. Her tummy was tightening most
deliciously, a sign of reawakened lust. "Come," she
whispered, "let's go upstairs, okay?"
Laci nodded, smiling with relief, her eyes bright.
"Okay."
By this time, Laci was feeling much better. She didn't
especially like all these questions – not so much the
questions themselves as the fear of where they might
lead Karen. It would be awful if Karen started to
think she was touching Laci in a bad way.
But that's not fair, the young girl told herself,
'cause it's not the same! What they had shared last
night was a million times better than what those
gross, nasty creeps wanted to do to her. Karen touched
her with love, made her feel like she was... an angel,
or something else really nice.
As she followed Karen up the stairs, Laci briefly
squeezed her eyes shut to make a silent wish. Don't
let her ask me any more about my mom, or her
boyfriends, or my father. No more stuff that makes us
feel bad. Maybe some other time... just not now.
The upstairs bedroom bore the brunt of the howling
northeast wind, so it was colder. There was a large,
old fashioned fireplace against the back wall on the
other side of the room that had long ago been
converted to gas. With the push of a button on a
remote, the fireplace crackled to life. To Laci's eye,
you couldn't tell it wasn't a real wood fire. She
thought it was an awesome set-up, making the room feel
nice and snug.
Karen picked up a hairbrush from her vanity. "How'd
you like to have me brush your hair?"
Laci smiled brightly. "That would be really nice. Amy
used to brush my hair and I'd brush hers."
Karen slid back from the edge of the bed and opened
her legs, making a spot big enough for Laci to sit. As
she moved, her robe fell open, exposing her breasts.
Laci glanced at them longingly, a sight that made
Karen smile. "Come," she said, patting the space
between her legs.
Laci seated herself, relaxing against the firm globes
of Karen's breasts, now pressed snugly into her back.
She was starting to feel that warm, tingly pressure in
her pelvis again and gave a little shiver of delight.
Karen lifted Laci's mane of hair, slowly trailing her
fingers through it. Oh, how she loved this stream of
honey-hued silk - soft to the touch like a kitten's
fur, long and gently curled at the edges. She drew the
brush along the length of Laci's hair from underneath
in one smooth, even stroke. There were still a few
sleep tangles, but Laci didn't flinch when the
bristles of the brush caught them.
Laci's eyes were closed, her breathing slow and
regular as though she was in a trance. Karen continued
to wield the brush in long, slow sweeps - the back,
the sides, over the top. Pausing in mid-stroke, Karen
lifted a handful of Laci's mane to her nose. Its
fragrance was subtle and delicious... the lingering
aroma of fruit-scented shampoo or conditioner,
enhanced by a tiny hint of Laci's natural body
fragrance and a trace of her sex, left over from last
night. "I love your hair, baby girl," Karen said,
"it's so beautiful and soft, and it smells so nice."
"It feels good to have you brush it, so relaxing,"
Laci murmured thickly.
Karen gently tilted Laci's head back until she could
gaze down at her little lover's upturned face. Laci's
eyes were still closed, her naturally long, thick
lashes resting against her cheekbones. Her full,
almost pouty lips, so wonderfully delicate and soft,
were parted slightly.
Karen was already entranced by the simple act of
brushing Laci's dark golden tresses, and taking in the
fairy-like beauty of her face filled the woman with a
frantic desire that had to be dealt with. Dropping the
brush to the bed, Karen curled an arm around Laci's
shoulder to tenderly cup the girl's chin in her hand.
She slid her cheek against Laci's, touching her lips
to that achingly lovely mouth. Laci moaned in mixed
surprise and pleasure, but her eyes remained shut as
Karen tenderly kissed her, again and again.
Finally, Karen let her kiss linger, using her tongue
to gently penetrate Laci's lips and slip into her
mouth, seeking out the child's tongue and encouraging
it to play. They shared a gentle but intensely
passionate French kiss, finally parting with a last
tiny peck.
Laci sighed blissfully, her eyes still closed.
"Karen?" she breathed. "Can we do something special?
I've dreamed about it for a long time." A part of Laci
was shocked that she was about to give voice to her
most secret longing, but another part of her didn't
care.
"Of course we can, precious darling. Anything you
want." Karen allowed her hands to slip down Laci's
body to stroke her thin flanks, and then bent to
nuzzle the nape of her neck, making the girl giggle
softly and shrug her shoulders. "What's your dream?
Tell me."
Karen was struck by Laci's languid, sleepy eyes, by
how relaxed and at ease the girl was with their
lovemaking. Such a sensual creature, she told herself.
My God, she's a perfect lover.
"Can I suck on your boobies... y'know, like they're
filled with milk, an' I'm a baby drinking from them?"
Laci's heartbeat sped up at the revelation of her
long-concealed fantasy. Would Karen think she was
weird?
Karen shifted her hands up to Laci's chest, gently
cupping and squeezing the teen's breast buds through
the nightie she wore. "Of course you can, princess.
I'd like that very much."
Karen was sensitive enough to understand that this was
one of Laci's most secret desires. She decided, then
and there, that she owed this angelic child a secret
of hers in return.
Karen shifted, lying down on her side and bringing
Laci along, so that the girl was facing her at breast
level. Laci's eyes were sparkling now.
"You know, Laci," Karen said softly as she stroked
Laci's freshly brushed mane. "I've never told anyone
this before, but when Amy was a baby and I breast fed
her, sometimes it felt so good that I'd put my hand
between my legs and touch myself until I had – oh,
wonderful orgasms. Sometimes, I'd get so full, milk
would dribble out and I'd need to nurse Amy or feel
like I'd explode. And if we were alone, just the two
of us, I'd nearly always finger my pussy while she
drank from me." She sighed wistfully. "It's funny...
but those seem like the times when I was closest to
Amy. I always felt guilty afterward, too, but I
couldn't stop."
"Wish I'd been your baby," Laci said wistfully. "I
would've loved for you to do that with me."
With a loving smile, Karen lifted her breast with one
hand and drew Laci's head to her with the other. "You
can be my baby now, sweetheart," she whispered. Her
nipples were now stiff and very tender, just from
thinking of Laci nursing.
Laci used her hands to frame Karen's creamy breast,
imagining it full, firm and heavy with warm milk. She
parted her lips... and Karen gasped when Laci drew the
stiff but pliable bud into the moist heat of her mouth
and began to suckle.
Laci glanced up at Karen but continued nursing, her
eyes shining with delight as she took in the look of
pure joy on her grownup lover's face. See how stupid
you were... so afraid she'd think you were all weird
and creepy cause you wanted this?
Karen cradled Laci close, stroking her hair. This
precious angel never had the chance to be a baby,
never really knew what it's like to be this close to
someone who loves her. She trailed her hand down
Laci's side and began to gently stroke her belly, then
began to croon a little lullaby she'd sung to Amy when
she was an infant. "If you go out in the woods today,
you're sure of a big surprise..."
Laci hummed contentedly at the comforting sound of
Karen's voice. No one had ever sung to her before. Her
body was warm all over now, and that glow under her
tummy grew stronger and started to spread. She suckled
harder, nipping gently at the swollen tip of Karen's
breast. Oh, how I wish there was real milk coming out,
Laci thought with an inner sigh.
Karen inched her hand down further, still singing of
happy teddy bears and gazing in wonder at Laci, who
seemed to become more beautiful by the minute. Gently
lifting the hem of Laci's nightie, she slipped her
hand between the child's damp thighs. Laci moaned,
opening her legs to receive Karen's touch.
Karen's heart pounded as she stroked Laci's puffy
outer labia, still smooth and naturally bare. As she
finished the lullaby, she cupped and squeezed the
girl's mound, then ever so carefully pressed her
middle finger between Laci's labia and eased it into
the hot, sticky slit. Laci whimpered and her breathing
began to quicken.
How could anything feel so good? Laci wondered. When
Karen touched her down there, it was magical - unlike
anything she'd ever experienced. She lifted her hips,
wanting more of that lovely finger moving around
inside her. Her mouth slackened and she released
Karen's breast with a wet sound, a strand of saliva
connecting her lips to the glistening nipple. Another
half-inch of Karen's finger entered Laci's sex – the
girl arched her body in response, a tiny cry escaping
her quivering lips.
Karen continued to penetrate Laci, pushing a little
harder, nudging deeper. At last, she had her finger
hooked into Laci's exquisitely tight vagina, making
the lovely girl chirp like a delicate bird. She was
hot inside, like warmed liquid silk, and Karen noticed
that the girl's hymen was gone. She paused, her brow
furrowed, then shrugged, remembering how her daughter
Amy had broken her hymen at twelve in a rollerblading
spill.
Resuming her probing of Laci's pussy, she murmured,
"Do you like that, baby girl?" steadily working her
finger in and out.
The pleasure Laci felt from Karen's touch wasn't as
intense as it had been last night; now it seemed
nicer, more friendly. Almost automatically, Laci began
to move her hips to the rhythm of Karen's caresses.
"Ohhh, Karen," she whispered. "It feels so good when
you're inside me."
Karen replied by pushing her finger as deep as it
could go, and the girl shuddered, opening her legs
even wider. After a few more strokes, Karen withdrew
her finger, then used the flat of her hand to massage
Laci's vulva, spreading her honey-like essence over
the child's delicate sex. Laci's moans grew louder,
longer.
"Your little treasure is sooo beautiful, my sweet
darling," Karen cooed. "So warm and wet and
wonderful..."
"Karen, rub me... please, rub me there."
Hovering over the girl, Karen lowered her face to
Laci's and their lips came together, tongues tangling
in a deep kiss. Meanwhile Karen was moistening two
fingers in the wetness of Laci's pussy, then slowly
trailing them up the smooth slit in a single firm
stroke until she found the throbbing pearl of Laci's
clit. She teased it with the tips of her fingers,
brought it forth so the jewel beneath the fleshy hood
could come out to be loved.
Laci gasped into Karen's mouth, seized by a jolt of
pleasure. Her body instantly fell into the rhythm of
Karen's strokes and she helplessly thrust her hips up
and down, back and forth. The warm bubble inside was
swelling steadily, and little tendrils of heat rippled
outward from her pussy to warm the whole of her.
"That's my precious baby," Karen whispered, her lips
brushing Laci's flushed cheeks. "Your love spot feels
so good to my fingers, so hot and slippery." She kept
up those tiny circular strokes as Laci drew closer to
sexual release, her undulations growing ever more
urgent.
Suddenly Laci whimpered, buried her hands in Karen's
hair and arched her body up from the bed, her whimper
building to a scream as an orgasm came before she
expected it.
When it happened this time, it wasn't with the same
explosive force of last night, but more like an ocean
wave that grew and grew as it neared the rocks,
finally collapsing with a rush. Her pussy tightened,
quivered and released again and again, and she cried
out loud, her little body tightening and trembling.
"That's my love - let it happen, baby girl," Karen
encouraged, still stroking Laci's wet sex. "Just like
that. Come for me, honey, I love it when you come."
Laci gasped with each new surge, the pleasure becoming
nearly too powerful to bear - but Karen didn't stop
this time. She eased the pressure, but kept stroking.
Her head spinning crazily, Laci fell back on the bed,
expecting Karen to stop then. When she didn't, Laci
was surprised at the way her body responded. There was
room for more good feelings in there! Her sex didn't
turn sensitive, like it always did when she rubbed
herself. Instead, she felt herself opening up, longing
to feel it all again.
"Can I keep going, baby?" Karen purred.
Panting for breath, Laci licked her lips. "Ohhh yes,
Karen, keep going, there's more in me. It feels
soooooo good, so so good. Oh Karen, Karen, I love you
so much!"
Karen gradually increased the pressure of her
caresses, careful to make sure Laci wasn't
overwhelmed. "Would you like me to kiss you there,
baby girl? Do you want me to kiss your lovely
treasure?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Please kiss me there, kiss me hard!"
"Let's get this nightie off, then." Karen took hold of
the hem of the knee-length nightie - now drawn up far
enough to expose the child's naked lower half – and
tugged it up and over Laci's head, the girl sitting
upright and raising both arms to make Karen's task
easier.
That accomplished, Karen tenderly lay the now nude
Laci down on the bed, pausing to drink in the sight of
her bare beauty before they made love.
Her heart racing, Karen bent down to suckle each of
Laci's breast buds in turn, and the child gasped and
shuddered. Taking her hand away, Karen carefully moved
between Laci's spread legs, then reached over to grab
a pillow from the head of the bed. "Okay baby, lift
your sweet bottom off the bed for just a sec."
Eyes fixed on Karen, Laci lifted her butt off the bed,
and Karen deftly slipped the pillow beneath her.
"There, baby," Karen smiled. "Let the pillow lift your
sexy little honey pot for me." With an experienced
partner, there usually wasn't a problem getting into a
reasonably comfortable position to give or receive
oral love; there always seemed to be an unspoken
understanding of the need for easy access. But Karen
didn't want to overwhelm her child-lover with worrying
about such things. The pillow made it much easier for
both of them.
Karen sprawled between the little girl's open legs,
gazing hungrily at Laci's sex. Her entire crotch was
wet and glistening, thighs sticky. Laci's eyes were
wide with anticipation and she made tiny little noises
with each rapid breath. Her fragrance was much
stronger this time, an intoxicating, vaguely ocean-
like aroma cut through with a humid musk. Breathing
deeply of the thick perfume, Karen framed the child's
elevated pussy with both hands, tenderly spreading her
open.
Laci's open vagina was frothy and bubbly with nectar,
and Karen watched in awe as a small driblet trickled
down into her crack. The space between her inner and
outer labia were coated with a layer of glistening
honey. None of this took more than a few seconds to
digest.
Karen settled into a comfortable position on her
stomach, knees bent and feet up, girlishly swaying
back and forth. She gave a satisfied sigh, buried her
face between the little girl's legs and began to
devour her love. She ran the flat of her tongue up
Laci's sleeve once, twice, three times, gathering her
delicious offerings. Laci squealed with each lick,
burying her fingers in Karen's hair. Holding the
narrow slit wide open, Karen worked her tongue as
deeply as she could into Laci's pussy hole - probing,
tasting, slurping. After a moment, she withdrew,
drawing her tongue up through Laci's vaginal opening
to find her swollen little clit. It was a little
awkward at first, but she was able to slip two fingers
into the child's vagina and still keep her spread wide
enough to fully expose her pink pearl. Karen flicked
that pulsating button with the tip of her tongue while
she fucked Laci with her fingers.
Laci cried out with each gasping breath. The
sensations were lovely; too intense to resist. Her
entire body seemed to tighten, then let go in a long,
shuddering, quivering surge. Laci's legs kicked out
almost violently as the young girl strained and
grimaced and moaned, a slave to ecstasy. Then it
happened again and again and again, great shaking
spasms that made her tremble all over and sent the
most amazing feelings pulsing through her. She cried
out and blurted, "Oh Karen, Karen, ohmygod, ohhh,
ohhh, fuck, fuck, ohmygod," completely oblivious of
the swear words that flowed from her mouth.
Laci's mound was now a frothy mess, a mixture of her
own love honey and saliva. Karen continued to feast on
the mewling child - lapping up her wetness, stoking
her lover's vagina into a bubbling, boiling,
overflowing cauldron.
Karen instinctively knew from the subtle changes in
Laci's cries when she reached the line between just
enough and too much. Her kisses and fondling grew
gentler, then tapered off completely... and at last
Laci fell back panting, eyes glazed, chest rising and
falling, bangs plastered wetly to her forehead.
What an incredible girl, Karen marveled. I'll bet I
could get her pussy to gush if I tried. But not now.
She's spent. Look at how sweet and gorgeous she looks,
lying there all tuckered out. Oh my, she's such a
beautiful, lovely little muffin.
Karen gently eased the pillow from under Laci's bottom
before scooting up to draw her girl into a loving
embrace.
Laci's mind swam in a sea of warmth, her thoughts
jumbled. One managed to peek through. I can't be
selfish this time; I have to love Karen back.
OoohhhhhhGOD I can't believe how good she makes me
feel, so relaxed and warm, I could lie here forever...
NO! She forced both eyes open, trying to rouse
herself. I can't be lazy, I gotta make her feel good
now.
She groped for Karen's pubis - but her hand moved
unsteadily, as if she were waking from a dream. Karen
caught that soft little hand and brought it to her
lips to kiss. "No baby, wait," she crooned
comfortingly. "There's plenty of time."
"But Karen," Laci murmured thickly. "It's not fair.
You made me feel so nice, an' I haven't done anything
for you. I don't wanna be selfish."
"Shhhh, baby girl. You're not selfish, I promise. Just
rest a little, cuddle with me. We can worry about the
rest later. Right now, I just want to snuggle with
you. That makes me very happy."
It was a magic time for Karen, this interval of rest
between rounds of lovemaking, a time of glowing warmth
and the promise of more to come, once their strength
had been regained. It was also the time when both
Karen and Laci were at their most open and vulnerable.
Karen held Laci, stroked and caressed her, lovingly
kissed her sweet mouth again and again.
But soon her contentment was interrupted by guilty
thoughts, flaring like a toothache and refusing to go
away. What the hell am I doing, having sex with a
thirteen-year-old girl with mommy issues? My
daughter's friend, for Chrissakes! Why am I letting
myself fall for her?
Why? Looking at Laci; so incredibly beautiful, her
body so taut, so soft, so perfect, swimming in those
deep, hypnotic eyes – God, those eyes, so guileless
and adoring and pleading, so honest. Then there was
the memory of her frantic cries, her kicking legs, and
the urgent thrusts of her pelvis against Karen's mouth
as she was wracked by orgasms, her luscious pussy, its
juices flowing freely. The wet patch on the bed, proof
of Laci's passion – that was why. Karen understood now
that Laci was one of those girls with a ravenous
emotional appetite, and once the door of her sexuality
had unlocked and opened, there would be no putting
Humpty back together. That's why.
In her heart, Karen had known even last night what she
was going to do, soon as Laci had admitted the love
she felt for her best friend's mommy. Now they were
lovers, lying together in the aftermath of sexual
union, and Karen, once and for all, refused to back
away from her decision to let this thing happen.
There was no use fighting it. Time to put aside those
nagging worries. Oh, she wouldn't kid herself - this
relationship might well cost her everything she had,
send her to prison, shatter her heart into a million
pieces. But she was determined to stop fighting the
passion she felt and love this girl, wholeheartedly
and without reservation. She'd move carefully, of
course, and wait to cross any bridges until she came
to them.
***
Laci didn't fall asleep this time. She lay curled in
Karen's arms, eyes wide open. In the dim light of the
bedroom, Laci's eyes seemed dark as those of a raven.
I could swim in those eyes, Karen thought. The child's
gaze was unintentionally hypnotic, holding Karen's in
its grip. There was no pain in those deep, dreamy
pools, just contentment and... love.
At last, Karen pushed back a strand of the girl's
silky hair. "Penny for your thoughts," she murmured.
Laci shifted and smiled shyly, as if a little
embarrassed at being caught in a trance. She sighed
happily and shrugged. "You. Me. Us. Being in love with
you. I-I feel so warm, and good. Like I'm in a magic
place no one ever told me about."
Karen chuckled. "Me too, kitten. Me too. I guess we
needed each other to find it."
Laci stirred, slipping her hands from beneath the
warmth of the bedclothes to draw Karen's face down to
hers. Their lips meeting, the girl plunged her tongue
into Karen's mouth to taste her lover. Laci's heart
throbbed with excitement as Karen drew her in, the
woman's tongue stirring to life and dancing with hers.
They kissed long and deep, and when Laci pulled back,
their mouths parting with a wet smack, she traced her
older lover's beautiful lips with the tip of her
tongue.
"Karen," she murmured.
"Yes, kitten?" Karen whispered against the girl's
chin.
"You promised. You promised I could make love to you."
There was a gentle but firm tone to her words.
Why should I insist on fighting this? Karen asked
herself. Why be a frigging martyr to this stupid
guilt?
Taking a deep breath, Karen let her heart speak.
"Nothing would make me happier, kitten. You can do
whatever feels right to you. It's just that... see, I
don't want you to make love to me because you feel
you're supposed to." She cupped the little girl's face
in her hands, their noses nearly touching. "When you
feel a need deep inside, like you've got to make love
to me or you'll explode... well, that's when it should
happen."
On an instinctive level, Laci understood what Karen
was telling her. The pleasures she had already
experienced were already a little overwhelming, and
Karen seemed to feel like taking this much further
would be like throwing Laci into the deep end of the
pool for her first swimming lesson. She's telling me I
should slow down, relax. Don't rush things.
But Laci's hunger was too sharp and ravenous for her
to relax. "Karen?" she breathed.
"What, baby girl?"
"I... I feel that way right now. Like I'm 'bout to
explode, I want to love you so much..."
With that, she thrust herself against Karen, kissing
her with a fierce urgency, her tongue probing and
exploring. Laci's hands wandered over Karen's body,
the child marveling at the softness of her older
lover's skin, the warm, cozy aroma of her, the way
Karen gasped at her touch.
Laci was astonished at how certain parts of their
bodies could be sexual, sensual things, parts it had
never occurred to her to think of in a sexual context.
Fingers, hands, tummies, thighs, necks, shoulders,
ears...
But there were sexy sounds, too – everyday noises
people made that became much more exciting when heard
in the heat of lovemaking. It seemed magical, the way
she could touch Karen in the most ordinary places,
like her neck or her tummy, and feel her shiver and
coo with pleasure. Or how Karen could touch her in
those seemingly innocent places and it felt so
amazing, like she'd discovered some mysterious spot
Laci never knew existed.
It was that way now as Laci explored Karen's body with
the tips of her fingers. Oh, how soft and wonderful
her skin feels... touching her makes me feel so warm
and squirmy inside. She nuzzled Karen's face, her lips
lightly brushing the woman's mouth, her cheeks, and
her chin. Karen moaned quietly, tilting her head back
like a cat taking delight in being scratched.
Laci gently, subtly nudged Karen until her dream-love
rolled onto her back, opening herself in an offering
to the princess-child. Laci covered Karen's face with
kisses while seeking out her breasts with both hands,
cupping the tender globes lovingly when she found
them. Karen inhaled sharply when Laci's fingers
brushed her erect nipples. Her lust now in full flame,
she reached out for her young lover, drawing her
nearer.
Hungry for more, Laci climbed atop Karen, grinding her
taut young body against Karen's softer frame. She
shook her hair, then swept it back. "Am I too heavy?"
she asked.
"No baby," Karen murmured. "You're just right."
Laci lowered her wet mouth to Karen's creamy breasts,
her hair spilling over her lover's skin. She took a
nipple into her mouth, more aggressively than she had
when she was pretending to be a baby. She suckled it,
held it in her teeth and let it slip free, then did it
again... and again.
"Oh God!" Karen cried out as the sweet shock of Laci's
gentle bites surged through her breasts. "Oh God!" She
buried her trembling fingers in the child's hair,
arching her body up from the bed. Oh God indeed! A
bubble of molten lava seemed to be forming, growing in
her pelvis, spreading its heat through her body.
Laci thrilled at Karen's response to her loving. Her
boobies – her tits – are so wonderful, like big warm
pillows, and she loves it when I bite them just a
little bit! Laci straightened up and tossed her hair
back, now straddling her lover's belly. She reached
down to cup and squeeze Karen's breasts, stroked them,
delighting in how her stiff nipples felt against the
palm of the hand. She unconsciously began to slide her
hips back and forth, and ooohhhh golly that made her
sex tingle deliciously.
"Oh baby," Karen whispered. "My precious, darling
muffin, you make me feel so good."
Laci's breathing was hard and sharp as the child
concentrated on Karen, her mind focused on the woman's
pleasure. I'm not gonna ask her this time. I'm just
gonna kiss her... pussy. Her pussy. And lick her, and
taste her, and love her, too! Just do what my heart
says, and my heart loves her so much, so very much...
Laci gingerly climbed off Karen's body. She wasn't
going to do it to Karen the way she had last time,
lying between her legs. No, there was another way,
Laci was sure of it, she'd dreamed of it when she
masturbated, seen it in pictures she found on the
internet. She softly said, "I want to try it a little
different, okay?"
Karen peered up at Laci through the thick swirling
haze that seemed to be clouding her mind right then.
She was puzzled by Laci's cryptic assertion, but
wasn't going to argue over what her child-lover
wanted. I told her to act when she felt that need deep
inside; now she's doing just that and it couldn't be
lovelier. Far as I'm concerned, she can have me any
way she wants.
Laci reached for the same pillow Karen had placed
under her own hips earlier and shoved it beneath her
tummy, stretching out her legs. Now she lay
perpendicular to Karen, stretched out with the pillow
comfortably tucked under her hips. She licked Karen's
tummy, making her gasp and shiver. "Oh, that's
lovely," Karen murmured.
Laci smiled and repeated the action, but lower this
time. She let her hand wander over the rise of Karen's
pubis and her lover moaned softly, subtly raising her
hips to encourage Laci to continue. On impulse, Laci
sought out Karen's belly button with her lips, sensing
that she would like to be tongue kissed there. The
child wriggled her tongue into tiny opening and, at
the same instant, made a vee of her middle and index
fingers and traced the puffy ridge of Karen's outer
labia with them. Laci's twin actions made Karen yip in
delighted surprise, and who knew which of the two sent
the pleasurable pang through her midsection? Then
again, what did it matter? This girl was amazing.
Laci drew her fingers back up along Karen's outer
lips, then down again, repeating the process. Up,
down, pressing firmly, Laci stroked Karen's pussy,
still playfully twirling her tongue in the woman's
navel. She nuzzled her way over to the crease where
Karen's thigh met her pelvis, and it was warm there,
so warm and sticky. Karen was moaning now, rocking her
legs back and forth, hips slowly churning. Laci kissed
a pathway down Karen's abdomen, moving steadily closer
to her mons while she lightly caressed Karen's sex
with the back of her hand, then teased the moist
opening with the pads of her fingers.
Oh Jesus, how did this sweet girl know how to do such
things? Karen hadn't had a huge number of lovers in
her life, but only one or two had known how to touch
her like that. It made that bubble of lava swell
inside her, its heat echoing the rising warmth between
her thighs. Every breath Karen took was accompanied by
a soft moan, and her hips continued to roll without
any conscious input.
As Laci reached the rise of Karen's mons, she teased a
finger between the moist labia at the base of the
woman's pussy. Oh God, she would never tire of the way
Karen's pussy felt to her fingers. It was sooo moist
and hot - fever hot.
Drawing her finger upward, the sleeve of Karen's sex
opened like a zipper. It was sticky and wet, a path
with genuine tactile wonders to be touched and
explored along the way. She paused to trace a
fingertip around Karen's clitoris, making her lover
cry out in reply. Be careful, Laci told herself. You
can't spend too much time touching her special place,
not unless you want to make her finish really soon.
Karen felt as if she was floating in a friendly,
toasty-warm haze. Those pangs were surging over her,
growing stronger each time, the lava bubble still
inflating, filled with the promise of ecstasy.
Laci ran her tongue over the smooth-shaven mound while
using all four fingers to smear wetness over Karen's
labia. Unfortunately, her position was a little
awkward, her access to Karen's pussy trickier than it
needed to be. Laci pondered the problem, slowly
nodding as the solution came to her.
The child remembered Karen telling her that lovers
could talk to each other during sex. She lifted her
head, shaking her hair back and out of her face.
"Karen?" she said. "Can you lift this leg just a
little bit?""
Karen broke free from her reverie just long enough to
realize that Laci had asked her something. "What –
what's that, baby girl?"
"Your leg," Laci replied, tapping Karen's upper thigh.
"If you lift it some, I can make love to you better."
Karen obliged, drawing her right foot in about six
inches.
"Yeah, like that – up just a little," Laci chirped,
and hooked an arm underneath the slightly raised thigh
before resting her chin on Karen's hip, watching her
hand as it slid between the woman's legs to toy with
the opening of her vagina. The child then drew closer,
paused to kiss the rise of Karen's mound, took a deep
breath - then wriggled her index finger deep, deep
into Karen's pussy. Once again, the girl was amazed at
how hot and wet her lover was inside.
A trickle of nectar dribbled out of Karen when Laci
used her probing finger and thumb to open the juicy
vagina, catching a glimpse of fiery pink flesh. It was
a breathtaking sight. And the smell! It was... beyond
anything in Laci's catalog of aromas. Musky, oceany,
like the thick scent of an armpit without deodorant, a
fresh-mowed lawn, sweat and so many other things,
mingling into a rich and intoxicating fragrance. Laci
closed her eyes for a moment to breathe it in, then
went back to work.
Karen shuddered as her muscles began to stretch, and
then tighten. Oh my, yes... this is what it's all
about. How can anything feel so, so GOOD! She
struggled to raise up onto her elbows, wanting to see
her little goddess lover. Oh good God, the sight of
Laci's unruly mass of hair, drawing nearer as her
tongue emerged to touch Karen's throbbing clit. That
first lick brought a passionate moan from Karen's
throat, but when Laci plunged into her once more, this
time adding another finger...
Karen cried out, threw her head back and collapsed on
the bed. Her leg began to jiggle on its own and she
clutched at her thigh to still it.
Oblivious to all but her lover's body, Laci thrust her
fingers even deeper into Karen and began to explore
her for real, inside and out. She flicked her tongue
up and down the woman's labial channel, tickling and
tasting. While she fucked Karen, the child shifted her
hand this way and that, feeling around inside Karen as
if trying to memorize the warm interior of her vagina.
Suddenly, Karen cried out and stiffened, her pussy
clamping tightly around Laci's finger. Laci could feel
it quiver! Knowing the time was now or never, the
twelve-year-old quickly sucked Karen's clit between
her lips.
Karen hadn't planned on coming so soon, but what was
happening inside her at that instant was beyond any
ability to control. Her pelvis churned wildly, despite
her effort to stay relatively still so as not to throw
Laci like a wild stallion. Instinctively, she braced
herself for more, sensing that her orgasms were going
to roll out hard, fast, and furiously.
Laci twisted her hand once more - this time, so she
could explore the roof of Karen's vagina while
suckling her older lover's pearl. Her finger found a
subtle spot... a smooth, round bump, a dome about the
size of the top of a bird's egg. It wasn't all that
different from the other bumps she'd discovered. But
when she investigated this one by pressing it with her
finger, Karen yelped, her body jerking as if she'd
been shocked. Laci give a squeak of surprise, then
pressed the spot once more.
Karen jerked again, now panting furiously. "Oh yes,
baby girl!" she cried. "Right there! Th-that place!
Ohhhh my GOD!"
She was coming now, shaking from head to toe as Laci's
touch sent pulses of raw, primal pleasure surging up
her spine; but there was more, oh God yes, there was a
liquid heat inside her, a surging, cascading river of
it.
Only one other lover had found that secret spot
before. It was something Karen had never allowed
herself to describe to her other sexual partners,
afraid they would accuse her of playing fast and loose
with the truth, if not flat-out lying. But this
preteen girl had found that magical place almost by
accident - and once she did, Karen lost all control.
Laci was a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of Karen's
orgasm. She'd seen her grownup lover come pretty
intensely already, but not quite like this. It was a
bit intimidating... but totally exciting, too! Still,
Laci understood that she mustn't stop now, she had to
keep going. Her body was contorted though not
uncomfortably, so she could work her fingers in and
out of Karen's pussy while nursing her clit, bathing
in wetness, drinking down the thick nectar, her saliva
blending into the frothy soup. The woman's pussy
seemed alive, hungry; taking everything Laci had to
give and demanding more.
Karen writhed, her arms spread out, hands snatching at
the bed sheets. Then suddenly she gasped, gone rigid.
Her body was clenched like a fist, muscles quivering,
the breath frozen in her lungs. Then exhaling in a
rush, again she cried, "Oh God! Oh G-God!"
Suddenly, her agonized ecstasy seemed to reach its
peak. It built and built, her body moving urgently to
its inner rhythm. Karen let out a half-gasp, half-
screech when Laci used the pads of her fingers to rub
firmly at her magic spot, then she went into a full
body spasm - breath held tightly, face violently
contorted, back arched up from the bed as if in a
seizure. Then in a rush, she blurted, "Oooooohhhh GOD!
Oh God oh God oh God! OOHHH FUCK!" Her pussy, her
entire pelvis seized up under Laci's ministration,
nectar flowing freely from the vaginal opening.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Karen panted, her hands
fluttering rapidly on Laci's back. With each wave, her
pussy offered another surging gush of honey, oozing
over Laci's hand and dripping onto the bed.
They kept coming, those undulating spasms; for how
long Laci wasn't sure. It felt at once like hours,
then mere seconds. The child's soul sang with
exhilaration that she was able to do this to Karen –
for Karen. Nothing in her young life had prepared her
for what her lover was going through.
Was it too much? Should she stop? Something inside
said No, not yet. Laci continued to massage the
interior of Karen's pussy with her fingers while
letting her mouth drift down from Karen's throbbing
clit to slurp from the flowing nectar. The volume of
liquid seemed astonishing, as though Karen had peed
herself - but it clearly wasn't urine that Laci
tasted. Its flavor was tangy, vaguely like lemonade,
and wasn't coming from Karen's pee hole, as Laci could
touch that spot with her tongue and found it to be
clean.
At last, Karen's orgasms began to taper off. Sensing
that she'd finally had enough, Laci carefully
extracted her fingers from Karen's pussy, then began
to cup and tenderly caress the dazed woman's vulva
with her dripping hand.
Pausing a moment to catch her breath, Laci laid her
head on Karen's tummy, listening, awed by how much
there was to feel and hear. Karen was still quivering,
heartbeat racing frantically. Every so often, a sweet
aftershock would pulse through her, making Karen cry
out as her body jerked. Laci stroked her lightly,
lovingly, turning to leave soft kisses on her lover's
belly.
After a while, Laci lifted her head to see Karen lying
limp and spent, eyes peacefully closed. Laci sat up,
stretched herself, then noticed that the room had
grown slightly colder. The blankets were bunched and
tangled at the foot of the bed, so the girl reached
down to grab them, dragging the covers up to pull over
their damp bodies. That done, Laci snuggled into Karen
as closely as she could, relaxing with a happy sigh.
Karen turned to face her, but at first, it was as
though she wasn't really there, a faraway light in her
eyes. Then she seemed to see Laci as if for the first
time, frowning at the child for an instant before
breaking into a sleepy smile. "I've never been to the
place you just took me," she murmured, the smile still
on her lips as she shifted onto her back again, eyes
drifting shut.
Nuzzling Karen's ear, Laci whispered, "Karen, I love
you. I love you with all my heart."
Karen, eyes still closed, replied, "I love you too,
Laci baby."
Laci couldn't help but smile hugely. For so long the
young girl had craved love, ached for it – first, as a
child with an uncaring, neglectful mommy; then as a
preteen who secretly liked girls and women instead of
boys. Especially one woman, Laci thought, and now...
now we love each other. Her heart at peace, Laci
brushed Karen's neck with her lips.
Karen was dazed, barely part of the conscious world,
still aglow from her lovemaking with Laci. It was as
though she'd been on an enormous roller coaster
cradled by a cloud: rising up, up, up – slowly drawing
closer to the peak, her body tensing in anticipation
as it neared the indeterminate top. Then over and
plunging fast, her insides surging and pulsing with
delight as she went plunging to the bottom in a
breathless rush before starting the climb again. Up,
up, up to the heavenly heights, and this time the drop
was even steeper - lurching, turning, spinning,
wrenching deliciously at her flailing body. Then more
rises, dips, twists, turns, lights flashing and
strobing all the while, the air warm and wonderful as
it raced past. Then, oh then, the steepest climb yet,
so far, so high, her soul quivering in anticipation of
the plunge to come. Reaching the top left her
weightless, all but floating in mid-air until the
final heart-stopping drop. She was laughing, screaming
with
joy, arms extended heavenward, the bottom rising to
meet her like a great lake of warm water. When she
hit, it was like plunging into a tropical ocean,
liquid spraying and splashing every which way, her
body skittering across the surface like a skimmed
stone. Bouncing over and over with an exhilarating
sense of joy, she finally came to a rest who knew
where.
Karen saw herself in an ocean paradise, bathed in
warmth from the sea and the brilliant sun. On the far
shore, she saw Laci, laughing and calling to her.
Laci, the angel who'd brought her to this ride. Such
an adorable little girl, so full of love. Karen
wondered how she'd ever earned the right to have such
beauty in her life.
When at last she floated to the shore, laughing with
delight as she emerged dripping from the sea, she had
to tell her sweet little love, "I've never been on
this ride before. How did you know about it?"
"Because I love you."
"I love you."
Karen dozed peacefully, fast asleep.
***
The house was completely still and dark except for the
soft whisper of their breathing. It was late – though
honestly, Karen had no idea was time it was. She was
tired, oh so tired, but it was a wonderful kind of
tired, sweet and satisfying. Laci was gently, idly
caressing Karen's bare buttocks while pressed in her
lover's arms.
It seemed almost impossible for Karen to comprehend
how she'd be able to function in any practical way,
not after the place Laci had taken her to. But there
was no getting around it – they were snowed in and
without electricity, and she had to find some way to
provide light, get something to eat and drink, melt
some snow to flush the toilets before they stank like
an outhouse. Both of them, woman and child, simply
wanted to stay in the warm bed, happy and secure in
each others but... there was work to be done.
Laci understood, and in all her youthful vigor, she
recovered quickly from their workout and did her best
to help Karen. After finding Coleman lamps and a
couple of old fashioned oil-and-wick lanterns, Karen
put a stock pot of snow on the stove to liquefy, then
heated up cheese raviolis with sauce from a jar.
Quick, easy and filling.
The chores accomplished, it was time to rest, and the
two lovers snuggled together, each tenderly stroking
the other.
"Karen?" Laci murmured hesitantly.
"Yes, darling girl?"
"Am I going to be able to stay with you all the time?"
Karen took a deep breath, slowly released it. She was
feeling a little sleepy and not really in the right
frame of mind to wrestle with this subject, but it had
to be dealt with some time. Obviously. So then, she
asked herself, how could I make this sweet child mine
for real?
She began to toy with Laci's hair, letting her fingers
glide through the golden strands. "Well, honey... I
think, for a little while anyway, you're going to have
to stay in town during the week and come out here on
the weekend. Sssshhh, baby, listen to me," Karen said,
placing her fingers over Laci's lips before the child
could interrupt her. "I need time to figure out how
we're going to live together. We have to be very
careful about that, because of our being lovers. Do
you understand?"
"Yes," Laci sighed.
"Plus, I have a job, and that's how I'm going to keep
food on our table. But you have a job, too."
Laci cocked her head to one side, giving Karen a
confused look. "I've got a... a job?"
You need to – you have to keep going to school. I know
it's hard already and it'll be even harder now. But
you've got to stick with it. You're an incredibly
smart girl, that's obvious. Amy used to talk about how
well you did in school, how easily everything came to
you. Well, you have to keep making those good grades.
In time, I'll figure out another way for you to go to
school. But I need to concentrate on fixing it so you
can live here with me before I can do anything else. I
know it's going to be rough for you – for both of us -
but I think you're strong enough, adult enough to
trust me to do what has to be done for us to be
together like we want. Does that make sense?"
With a sigh, Laci snuggled into the warmth of her
lover. She knew Karen was right. It wouldn't be easy,
having to go back to her old life and wait for things
to happen, so that one day she and Karen could be
together for always. But she had to do her part; to
carry her share of the load. "I know," she whispered.
"I'll get by, and do what I have to do. As long as I
know you love me, and that someday we'll be
together... "She lifted her head, gave Karen a hopeful
look."Do I get to see you on the weekends?"
Karen placed a kiss on Laci's brow. "Yes, baby, the
weekends will be ours. And we'll talk during the week.
But let's not worry about all that right now. We're
going to be snowed in for awhile, so we should enjoy
the time we've got."
"I love you, Karen," Laci declared, hugging the older
woman fiercely. "I would do anything – anything for
you. I've never loved anyone so much."
Karen returned Laci's hug. "I love you my dear,
darling kitten." She was on the verge of adding, I
love you more than Amy. Horrified, she quickly stifled
the thought. "Now, baby girl, let's cuddle up and get
some sleep."
Without another word, Laci settled into Karen's arms
and relaxed completely.
Cradling Laci to her, Karen marveled at the enormous
turn her life had taken in barely twenty-four hours.
Winning the hundred-million-dollar lottery was the
only thing she could imagine that might bring a
similarly profound change. And I never buy lottery
tickets, she thought with a wry smile.
Out of nowhere. An image came to her – little Laci,
completely nude and with the words Fragile: Handle
with Care stenciled on her tummy. Karen nodded. Handle
with care, indeed.
She began to hum very softly, then, almost whispering:
"If you go out in the woods today, you're sure of a
big surprise. If you go out in the woods today, you'd
better go in disguise..."
By then, Laci's breathing had become steady, as the
child snoozed peacefully in the cozy embrace of her
grownup lover.
When Karen stirred the blanket lifted a bit, and the
fragrance of sex emerged to tickle her nose in a most
delightful way. She smiled. Is there, anywhere in the
world, a lovelier scent? Not that I've ever known.
In the dead of the night, the silence heavy as a thick
blanket, the house suddenly, secretly seemed to come
to life, to take a deep breath and awaken. Karen
turned to glance at the clock on the nightstand. It
blinked 12:00... 12:00... 12:00.
The power was back. She sighed contentedly, and then
let herself drift off to sleep.
Continued in part 4...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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