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Karen and Laci - 6 
by Letoria (letoria69@yahoo.com)

***

During a wonderful trip to the mall, Laci finds the 
Mall Fairy. Two days later Karen rescues Laci from a 
deadly situation. (Ff, v, exh, oral, rom)

***

For Gina from Norway, who gets it in spite of language 
differences. Love, Tori.

***

Chapter 6: The Mall Fairy


The lamp is burning low upon my table top
The snow is softly falling
The air is still in the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter night with you
			Sarah McLachlan/Gordon Lightfoot   

Karen woke with the dawn. Laci was tucked close to 
her. Karen smiled at the sight of her child-lover's 
beautiful, angelic face. She decided to let Laci sleep 
a bit longer. She tenderly kissed Laci's forehead, and 
whispered, "I love you precious kitten." She got up 
and quickly pulled on her robe.

After a pause in the bathroom, she plodded downstairs 
to start a pot of coffee. She poured a cup – cream, no 
sugar – and went to the breakfast nook. It was 
brilliantly sunny, yet still bone-chillingly cold. 

Karen sipped her coffee and looked up when she heard a 
soft noise. Laci padded sleepy-eyed into the kitchen, 
her hair mussed and her lip curled in a pout. Her 
slippered feet scuffled across the floor, and she 
wordlessly climbed on Karen's lap and wrapped her arms 
around the woman's neck.

"Good morning, kitten," Karen smiled, embracing the 
girl. "Did you sleep good?"

Laci simply nodded, still pouting.

"Cat got your tongue? Or did you forget it between my 
legs?"

Laci giggled in spite of herself. "You're bad," she 
whispered. Then, "Why didn't you wake me before you 
got up?"

"Because I wanted you rested sweetie. I wore you out 
last night."

Laci giggled again and snuggled closer. "You almost 
did, but I wore you out just as much."

Karen picked up the fresh smell of toothpaste on 
Laci's breath. She lifted Laci's chin and looked at 
her. "Kiss?" Karen said. Their mouths touched, and 
Laci naughtily pushed her tongue out to tickle Karen's 
lips. A nice, warm shudder rippled over Karen. 
"Mmmmm," she purred. "You give the best kisses." 

Laci smiled. "That's 'cause I love you," she said.

"You hungry baby?"

"A little I guess."

"Let me make us a little breakfast. English muffin and 
jam?"

Laci yawned and reluctantly slid off Karen's lap. "OK 
with me."

Karen started breakfast, dropping English muffin 
slices in the toaster. "What do you want to drink?"

"Milk?"

She poured a tall glass for Laci. "You want chocolate 
in it?"

Laci shook her head. "No, just milk." She remembered 
suckling Karen's breast last night, and a warm flush 
crawled over her. Karen didn't seem to think it was 
weird that she liked pretending to drink milk from her 
like a baby. "Karen? Are your mother and father still 
alive?"

Karen raised an eyebrow. It was an unusual question 
but innocent enough. "Yes, they're both alive, but 
they live on the west coast, so I don't see them 
often."

"Do they know you're...gay?"

"Yes they do."

"Were they, like, mad at you when they found out?"

Karen chuckled. "No baby, they weren't 'mad' at me. 
Surprised? Yeah, maybe." The muffins popped up. "Why?"

Laci shrugged. "I dunno. Just wondering. I'll bet they 
didn't drink or anything like being mean or nasty to 
you. Do you have a sister? Or brothers?"

"No honey, I'm an only child. You're a curious little 
kitten this morning."

Laci shrugged. "I dunno. I just wonder sometimes what 
it's like to have parents who don't, like, hate you." 
She smiled shyly when Karen set the hot muffin down 
for her. She hoped Karen didn't mind her asking dumb 
questions. Maybe it was better to change the subject. 
She spread strawberry jam on her toasted muffin. "Are 
we still going to the mall?" she asked with a touch of 
uncertainty.

"I plan on it. You need clothes. Desperately."

"I know. I hardly ever get new clothes."

Laci took a bite of English muffin, smearing sticky 
jam around her lips. "Laci love," Karen said with a 
touch of awe, "You are probably the only girl I know 
who makes eating an English muffin sexy."

Laci, in the middle of a second bite, looked up at 
Karen with genuine puzzlement. "I do?"

Karen laughed softly. Laci was going to be dangerous 
someday. "Sweetheart, you make breathing sexy. And you 
are all mine."

Laci swallowed and beamed. "Yes I am. Forever and 
always."

Karen finished her English muffin, brushed her hands 
together, and swept loose crumbs from her robe. "How 
about we shower together," she announced. "I'd like us 
to take a bath together, but it'd take too long."

Laci's eyes glistened happily. "I love when we take 
showers and baths together. You said I make eating a 
muffin sexy. Well you make taking a shower or bath 
even more than sexy! Can I do your make-up afterward?" 
There was a childish excitement in her voice.

Karen shrugged. "Sure, I'd like that. But remember, if 
you make me look too good, someone might try to flirt 
with me," she ribbed playfully.

"Let them try! I'll be jealous real fast! You're all 
mine and I won't share!"

Karen laughed. Her child-lover was a treasure on so 
many levels. She studied Laci's sweet face and noticed 
a thin film of strawberry jam around Laci's mouth. 
Karen stood and lifted the girl's chin. "C'mere," she 
murmured. She slid her tongue out and drew it slowly 
around Laci's lips, cleaning the smears of jam. Laci 
shuddered and gloried in the feel of her lover's 
tongue snaking around her parted lips. "Mmmm," Karen 
hummed. "Let's go take our shower and get ready to go 
out."

***

It was past noon by the time Karen and Laci headed for 
the mall. The sky had gone from a milky white to the 
color of asphalt on an old country road. It spoke of 
the possibility of more snow. It also ended the deep 
freeze of the last week. It was a balmy 27 degrees. 

Laci bounced and fidgeted with restless excitement. 
Karen glanced at her with a small smile of amusement. 
"Excited, are we?"

"I hardly ever get to go shopping, maybe Wally World 
once in a while, or the times you took Amy and me to 
the big mall." Laci leaned over to fiddle with the 
radio. "Can I ask you something? Those times you took 
us to the mall, I was kinda afraid to go 'cause I 
didn't have any money. But I figured I could at least 
look and help Amy. But the funny thing was, I'd open 
my purse and there'd be like fifty dollars tucked in 
there, and if I said anything, you'd pretend you 
didn't hear me and walk away. 

"And Amy, she'd like grab me and pull me up close to 
her and stuff fifty more dollars in my hand and go 
like, 'I have some extra money from babysitting and 
stuff. Take it and shut up, you're my best friend and 
I want you to have it so we can have fun.' And she 
wouldn't let me give it back. I kinda wondered how 
that money got in my purse." Laci looked at Karen with 
a mischievous little twinkle in her eyes.

Karen turned her head slightly so Laci wouldn't see 
her own smile. "Imagine that," she said.

"Was it you who did that?"

"Must've been the Mall Fairy."

"Mall Fairy?" Laci snorted. "There's no such thing as 
the Mall Fairy….unless her name's Karen."

"Well, whoever did it must've cared for you very very 
much."

Laci slumped back, looking at Karen with a loving 
smile. She took Karen's hand in her own. "Whoever it 
was, I always wanted to thank her with a kiss." 
Watching Karen closely, she brought the woman's hand 
to her face, nuzzled the palm and kissed it softly.

Laci's hand kisses were like holding a butterfly in 
her cupped palms. Karen let out a contented sigh. "You 
know, I think we ought to stick to basic stuff today, 
things you really need. Amy used to bitch that this 
mall was lame, none of the cool shops. But they have 
the basics, and it's better than Wally World. You good 
with that?"

Laci laughed, the sound sweet and delicious. "Karen, I 
love you so much!" Laci felt ready to burst inside 
from the feelings Karen gave her, and it was an 
exquisite sensation indeed. She beamed as she looked 
intently at her savior, marveling that a woman as 
beautiful and strong as Karen was her lover! It struck 
Laci that even her lover's name reflected how she was: 
Karen, caring, they sounded so much alike! *She's not 
my mother, but she's like my new mother who loves me 
and is proud of me, and if she was my real mother we 
couldn't be lovers too, so maybe it really is better 
this way, and maybe we're even best friends, and I 
can't help it, I have to make sure she knows how much 
I love her*.

Karen surged with her own exhilaration. Nothing – no 
one— had ever made her feel the way this desperately 
beautiful, suffering teenage girl did. *This is what 
it's like to be in love, really, truly in love!* She 
stopped for a traffic light, and she used the moment 
to squeeze Laci's thigh and murmur, "I love you, my 
baby."

*This is all I've ever wanted from life*, Laci mused.

Karen drove into the mall parking lot, pleased to see 
it wasn't at all crowded. She found a parking spot 
near one of the main entrances. She eased the car into 
the space, and they both unbuckled. Karen glanced 
around quickly before grabbing Laci's hand and pulling 
closer. "Quick! I need a kiss before we go in."

Laci tittered with delight. Their smiling lips 
touched, and then came together. Karen risked a quick 
sweep of her tongue, and Laci made a surprised but 
happy purring sound in her throat. Karen pulled her 
lips away with a soft smack, but she kept them close 
to Laci's. She kissed the girl again. And again, until 
she could feel herself losing control. She let out a 
sigh. "God Laci baby, I could just eat you up."

Laci laughed softly. "I'd love that."

"Come, let's go before someone see's us."

Laci skittered around to Karen's side of the car. She 
grabbed Karen's arm and hugged it. "Know what? Being 
in love with someone is the most awesome feeling in 
the world! Especially when that someone is you."

No, Karen decided, she would never tire of hearing 
Laci proclaim her love. "Well now, I was just thinking 
the same thing about you."

They stepped into the mall arm in arm, a mother and 
daughter for all anyone knew. Laci's genuine 
excitement when they went through the doors thrilled 
Karen. That increasingly familiar flush and tingle of 
arousal skittered over her. For the last year, trips 
to the mall with Amy became more and more tedious and 
contentious. Shopping trips to the mall were something 
Amy saw as a given, almost a birthright. This local 
mall was no longer good enough; it didn't have the 
right shops and it was so lame, they had to go to the 
big, cool mall in South Georgetown with all of its 
trendy boutiques. Then there was the whining about 
needing more money, and the demands that they go their 
separate ways once inside so she could be with her 
friends and not be seen with her Mom. She was, she 
proclaimed to Karen, not a little kid anymore.

Laci on the other hand, delighted in going to any 
mall. Any shop was an exciting and thrilling 
cornucopia of delights, and she was more worried about 
spending too much money than in not having enough. 

Everything about the girl today was making Karen's 
insides tremble and grow tight. Laci's somewhat heavy-
handed, adolescent make-up job, gaudy and silly on an 
adult, fit her persona perfectly. Her thick mane of 
silky hair cascaded in waves around her angelically 
beautiful face and spilled passed her shoulders. The 
soft long-sleeved sweater and tight jeans she wore, 
wrapped her taut, lithe, exquisite body in lovely 
embrace. Watching that body move was almost enough to 
make Karen moan.

They went from shop to shop, rapidly filling the 
girl's need list. Within two hours, Laci's winter 
wardrobe went from three pairs of jeans, half a dozen 
tops, an old pair of sneakers, and a pair of decent 
dress boots, to enough clothes and footwear to fill a 
small closet and a bureau. It was amazing what she 
needed just to stay warm when outside.

At one point, Karen brought Laci into an arts and 
crafts store and got her a professional sketch pad, a 
complete set of drawing pencils, and a book entitled, 
"Sketching the Human Body". This seemed to delight 
Laci more than any of the other treasures she'd 
gotten. Her eyes grew wide, and she turned the leather 
and brass-trimmed two-sided pencil case repeatedly in 
her hands. "Oh Karen!" she breathed. She impulsively 
grabbed Karen and hugged her tight. Cheek pressed 
against Karen's chest, she said softly but forcefully, 
"Thank you! I love you so much!"

Later, they passed a nail and piercing boutique and 
Laci slowed down. She looked at the display of body 
jewelry and said, "Would you let me get a tongue 
stud?"

Taken aback, Karen said, "What?"

Laci looked up at her. "You know, a tongue stud."

"No, no way," Karen said, horrified. "I won't let you 
mutilate your body at your age just for decoration. 
Earrings? Sure. Maybe even a belly button stud. But 
nothing in your love spots, uh uh, no way."

Laci knew very well how Karen would answer. She didn't 
really want a tongue piercing; she just wanted to see 
Karen's reaction. She tried to pout, but she couldn't 
hide the smile. "You're an old fuddy-dud."

"Old fuddy-dud, huh? I'll show you old fuddy-dud in 
just a little while, young lady."

Everywhere they went, Laci drew looks, sometimes 
furtive glances, and other times brazen leers. Her 
deep sensual beauty and her delighted happiness 
surrounded her like a shimmering display of the 
northern lights. 

At one point, they slowed to window shop at a chain 
jewelry store. Laci gazed in awe at the gold and 
silver baubles, at the sparkling diamonds and emeralds 
and rubies. She paused and looked with particular 
longing at a set of gold bangle bracelets, and a 
delicate girl's watch, but she said nothing. Karen 
took note. She touched Laci's back. "Come on, kitten, 
there's more to see."

Laci sighed, but then she smiled. This was all so 
awesome.

Karen took it all in with a sense of amazement. With 
Laci's every gleeful, tinkling laugh, with every 
bounce and every clap of her hands, the hot knot in 
Karen's mound grew. She struggled against the nearly 
irresistible urge to grab Laci and kiss her madly 
wherever they stood.
 
Laci held on to Karen's arm and giggled. If people 
only knew, she marveled. And her little muffin surged 
delightfully, a warm little bubble rolling around her 
insides.

As they neared the anchor department store that marked 
the end of their shopping day, Karen snapped her 
fingers as if she'd just thought of something. 
"Honey," Karen said. "Why don't you go on in there and 
look around, OK? I'll catch up to you. I have to run 
to the pharmacy for something I forgot."

Laci wrinkled her nose. "What did you forget?"

"Old lady stuff, prune juice and pee pads," Karen 
teased. "Now go, I'll be right back."

Laci disappeared inside the store, and Karen hurried 
off. She had no intention of going to the pharmacy. As 
soon as she knew Laci was inside the department store, 
Karen stepped into the jewelry store.

The saleswoman was about Karen's age. She was 
extremely attractive, as attractive as Karen, very 
tall and slim. She was impeccably dressed in a navy 
skirt and blazer over a white blouse. Her nametag said 
simply, "Gina". She gave Karen a bright smile that, in 
other circumstances, would have fired Karen's 
imagination. "Back?" she said with a distinct and 
alluring Scandinavian accent.

"I'm back. I don't have much time. My daughter's in 
the department store, and I snuck back to get 
something for her birthday while she's occupied."

"Oh absolutely, I understand. Did you have anything in 
particular in mind?"

"Yes," Karen said, looking down at the glass case. 
"That gold bangle bracelet set, and that watch," she 
said, pointing.

"Excellent choices for such a beautiful young lady. 
And she is beautiful, exceptionally so. She certainly 
appears to have gotten her beauty from her mother. How 
old is she?"

Karen laughed inside. *She's flirting with me. Too bad 
sweetie, I'm spoken for or I'd bite.* "She'll be 14. 
And I certainly think she's beautiful."

The sales lady removed the items from the display 
case. "I know you're in a hurry, so I won't try to 
sell you anything else, but would you like these in 
pink gift boxes?"

"Thank you, yes," Karen said, conspicuously eyeing her 
nametag. "Gina."

The woman smiled softly and packed the jewelry. Karen 
slid her credit card over, and Gina tapped Karen's 
personal information into the computer. The 
transaction complete, receipt in hand, Karen picked up 
the bag. She smiled at Gina and said, "Thank you for 
being so understanding."

"It was my pleasure," Gina said, her eyes twinkling. 
"I hope to see you here again."

"You will," Karen smiled back. Never close an open 
door, you never know.

Karen headed for the department store, and thought, 
*Christ, divorced almost a year, last woman I had 
before Laci was Gail last spring, and now they're 
springing up everywhere.* 

After Karen left, Laci wandered into the department 
store. She felt small and intimidated without Karen at 
her side. She knew security people were watching her 
like a hawk the second she stepped through the doors. 
As part of the need to establish her place in the 
pecking order in her old life, she'd been pressured to 
come to stores like this to steal things. She'd 
resisted as best she could, enduring taunts that she 
was a pussy (pussy in this case having nothing to do 
with a girl's muffin) and a loser. That feeling of 
being secretly watched was only intensified by the 
realization that the store was almost deserted, the 
only sound the pop music on the store's sound system. 

Laci drifted over to the accessories racks, not far 
off the main aisle, though nothing there really 
interested her. It seemed to take forever, but finally 
heard Karen. "I'm back, honey. I hope you survived 
without me."

"I was kinda expecting a security guard to come and 
tell me to leave."

"What? What are talking about?"

"Karen," Laci said in her best "Duh" tone. "Girls like 
me coming into stores like this all alone makes them 
really nervous. Trust me, I know."

Karen paused. The girl was right. Laci's workaday 
World was a hostile one from every angle. "Oh well, 
I'm here now, and unless they want me to take my 
credit cards and leave, we won't be bothered."

Now that Karen was back, it didn't take Laci long to 
regain her excitement. Laci was as gleeful as ever 
pawing through the racks of clothes. After several 
minutes of fussing, Laci had four pairs of supposedly 
stretchy skinny jeans in pink, lime green, fuchsia, 
and teal. "I just have to try them on, and I'll be 
done," she declared. "I'll only try on one pair."

"Good," Karen said. "I'm ready to get home and be 
naughty with you." Her low-grade heat was rapidly 
rising to a fever.

Laci, eyes sparkling, cocked her hips flirtatiously, 
whether on purpose or not, Karen couldn't tell. "I 
won't be long."

Laci slipped into the dressing stall, and Karen paced 
restlessly, looking around, unconsciously noticing how 
empty the store was. After a time, she heard 
frustrated grunts and groans from behind the stall 
door. "Laci honey? What's wrong?"

"Karen! These pants are too tight! I can't get them 
off. I need help!"

Karen's heart throbbed and the hot knot in her lower 
tummy swelled. She took one more quick glance around 
before slipping into the stall.

Laci was struggling to free her legs from the pants, 
all bunched up and snagged on her upper thigh. Karen 
squatted down to work the pants off, and she was 
maddeningly close to Laci's sex. She could see the 
outline of her beautiful vaginal cleft and her puffy 
labia under the fabric of her pale blue panties. The 
workaday fragrance of her pussy was faint but distinct 
and clean. Karen shuddered and a wave of dizziness 
overtook her. She managed to pull the girl's pants 
free.

Before Laci could do or say anything, Karen stood up 
and pulled her into an embrace. Laci, a bit startled, 
turned her face up to Karen with a puzzled look. 
Karen's eyes were glowing like burning coals. 
"Sssshhh, don't make a sound," Karen whispered. Before 
Laci could respond, Karen pounced on her delectable 
mouth and thrust her tongue in search of Laci's. Laci 
made a startled noise, but immediately responded by 
sucking on Karen's tongue.

Karen moved her hand between their bodies and firmly 
gripped Laci's now awakened sex. The girl made another 
startled noise. Karen pulled her lips back, and they 
were both panting. "Sssshhh, not a sound," she 
whispered. 

"Mummy Karen," Laci whispered, her face pressed 
against the side of Karen's face, and she wrapped her 
arms around her lover's neck.

Karen found Laci's mouth with hers again and ran her 
tongue over the girl's teeth. She rode her fingers 
over the fabric of Laci's panties, pressing into the 
trench between her labia. She pushed the crotch of 
Laci's panties into her vagina and released a flush of 
nectar, wetting the fabric. Laci squirmed and held her 
breath, then jammed her tongue into Karen's mouth to 
keep herself from crying out.

At last, Karen drew her finger up the trough of Laci's 
slit, and then plunged her hand under the waistband of 
the panties. Laci jumped as if shocked when Karen 
firmly slid her middle finger deep into her sex. She 
had to bury her face in Karen's blouse to stay silent. 
Karen went in deep, diving into her girl-lover's 
honey-pot, wriggling it, stroking Laci's hot spots. 
She fucked Laci slowly, stirring her into an 
overflowing cauldron. Juice squished out and Karen 
smeared it over the girl's mound.

Laci was quivering, trying desperately not to cry out. 
Her breath hitched, and she looked up at Karen with 
pleading eyes. Karen pulled her finger up the cleft of 
Laci's sex and nudged the child's clit into the open. 
She pressed it, fondled it, and savored the feel of 
the jewel on the pads of her fingers.

Laci struggled to stay composed, but it was almost 
impossible with Karen rubbing her there. She dug her 
fingernails into Karen's back and held on. Bolts of 
lightening shot out and over her body. She let out her 
breath in one gasping gust after another. She arched 
her back and thrust her pelvis forward. "Don't hold it 
baby," Karen whispered in her ear.

Karen rolled her finger over Laci's clit, rubbed it 
side to side, and pressed on it like a doorbell. Laci 
was flowing now, her slit dripping and her honey pot 
releasing its delectable nectar. Karen stroked Laci 
firmly and fast, and Laci went up, up, up and with a 
gasp, her orgasm surged out like a splash of hot 
water. She squirmed, bit her lip, and buried her face 
between Karen's breasts. She struggled mightily to 
stay silent as the next orgasm bubbled up and over 
her.

When it was over, Karen eased her down to the bench so 
Laci could sit. Karen dropped to her knees to face the 
panting Laci. The girl's face was flushed and sweaty, 
her eyes wide with wonder. She brushed a strand of 
Laci's hair off her cheek, and then caressed the 
girl's cheek with her thumb. Laci stared at Karen, 
shocked at what just happened, wondering if it was 
real or some bizarre dream. Karen smiled and leaned to 
kiss Laci gently, lovingly. Laci couldn't suppress a 
soft whimper.

"You okay baby?" Karen murmured very softly.

Laci smiled wanly, and nodded her head.

"Can you get dressed okay?"

"I think so," Laci whispered. "But I'm all wet."

Karen smiled. "I know."

Before Karen could stand, Laci wrapped her arm around 
the woman's neck. "I love you!" she whispered with 
tight urgency.

"I love you too, kitten." 

***

All of the new clothes and outfits were neatly folded 
or hung and tucked away in their new closet and bureau 
homes. All except the one Laci was modeling for Karen.

Laci was a remarkable sight, one to make Karen's – 
anyone's – breath catch. It was a simple enough 
outfit, a tiered, floral lace, black mini skirt, a 
long sleeved white blouse open at the front over a 
pastel blue cami top which fit her like a new layer of 
skin. Her make-up was more heavy-handed tonight, but 
it fit her aura perfectly. 

Laci always radiated an unfocused but natural 
sensuality. Tonight, modeling her new clothes, it was 
different somehow. Watching her pose and cock her hips 
coquettishly, beckoning, it was as if she was finally 
becoming aware of the force she possessed, and trying 
it on for size as much as she was trying on the 
clothes for size. 

Yes, Laci was beginning to understand she was blessed 
with gifts other girls only dreamed about, blessed 
with a certain sensual superiority. Karen knew in a 
year or so, Laci's sprouting self-confidence might 
easily turn into an unpleasant, smug arrogance. Karen 
also knew it was up to her to harness and control all 
that so the girl didn't become an overweening, 
pretentious princess. Right now though, Laci's 
adoration and devotion to Karen was utter and 
absolute.

And Karen's hunger for her girl-lover was glowing. 

Karen sat on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette 
as she watched Laci tease her. Her insides quivered 
and squirmed as if squirrels were fighting in her 
pelvis. All she wore was a blue satin slip she'd 
gotten from Victoria's Secret a year ago, but never 
dared – or had much need -- to wear until tonight. 

"What do you think?" Laci said. She held her hair back 
from her face and looked down to judge how the skirt 
looked.

Karen chuckled. "The word breathtaking comes to mind."

Laci looked up, smiling. She plucked the cigarette 
from Karen and took a deep hit. There was something so 
brazen about that act, like something out of a cheesy, 
50's noir B-movie, that it was oddly arousing in its 
own way. Karen fleetingly thought of the movie "Loving 
Annabelle". "No, seriously," Laci said, delighted at 
Karen's answer.

"I am serious," Karen said. She took the cigarette 
back and finished it.

Laci pirouetted, her hair swirling out. She was so 
happy, she couldn't contain her feelings of joy. And 
why shouldn't she be happy? She was in love with the 
beautiful woman of her dreams, the woman who loved her 
back just as much. And they expressed their love in 
the most powerful and wonderful way possible, through 
making love, where they took each other to the most 
magical and fantastic places imaginable. Yes, why 
shouldn't she be so happy she wanted to explode?

Laci's sudden and spontaneous pirouette surprised and 
delighted Karen. It was so deliciously child-like and 
cherubic, so...Laci. Karen laughed aloud, and cried, 
"Oh, is it any wonder that I love you so much?" Karen 
held her arms open, and that simple act lifted her 
breasts invitingly. Her erect nipples pressed against 
the silk of her cami and stood out. "Come baby, come 
to Mummy Karen."

Laci surged inside. Desperate for her mother-lover's 
touch, the feel of her body, her kisses, her love, she 
skittered to Karen. She slipped between Karen's parted 
knees and pressed her own knees against the edge of 
the mattress. She draped her arms over Karen's 
shoulders and looked at her with an impish little 
smile.

Laci dropped her head down and found Karen's lips with 
her sweet, eager mouth. It was nice, Karen thought, to 
let the girl take the initiative sometimes. Laci 
explored Karen's lips with hers, leaving behind the 
sweetness of her lip-gloss. She swiped her tongue into 
Karen's mouth, traced it around the perimeter of her 
lover lips, then found and fenced with Karen's own wet 
tongue.
 
Karen had never made love with a woman who kissed as 
deliciously as Laci did. Laci's kisses were always 
passionate acts of lovemaking unto themselves, not 
merely a bridge to other passions. Laci drew her hands 
over Karen's neck and held the woman's face 
delicately, while she made love to Karen's lips and 
mouth with her own lips and tongue. Karen cooed and 
sighed at Laci's sweet loving. She simply accepted 
Laci's offerings and gave back her own when the time 
was right. Their tongues met in the space between 
their lips and wrestled merrily, both woman and girl 
chuckling in their throats.

"You are amazing," Karen murmured into Laci's mouth 
before slashing her tongue over the girl's lips.

Laci released Karen's face from her gentle grasp. "No, 
uh uh, I just love you. My kisses tell you how much I 
love you," Laci said with the certitude of one 
speaking a universal truth.

Why would anyone even want to argue with such a 
delightful line of reasoning? Karen laughed softly 
against Laci parted lips. "Then you must love me an 
awful lot, kissing me like that." She traced the tips 
of her fingers up the backs of Laci's thighs then 
down. Laci shuddered and squirmed happily.

"That feels sooo good, Mummy Karen," Laci groaned 
softly. Wasn't it so naughty and so sexy to call her 
Mummy when they loved each other? Laci bent her head 
forward to resume making love to Karen's lips, neck 
and face with her own eager mouth.

Karen let herself be embraced by the sensual pleasure 
of kissing and being kissed by her precious lover. She 
savored the silky feel of Laci's skin under the pads 
of her fingers, the subtly restless way the girl-teen 
moved in response to Karen's caresses, her soft sighs 
and coos, a music as beautiful as a dove's. Karen 
carefully moved her fingers up under Laci's skirt, and 
drew the tips of her fingernails over the swell of 
Laci's buns. Laci wriggled her body restlessly like a 
kitten nestling into a blanket. She covered Karen's 
face with tender kisses: her cheeks, her chin, her 
temples, her neck, her forehead. 

Karen toyed with the edges of Laci's thong panties. 
Almost, she thought. She sighed and arched to Laci's 
butterfly kisses. Karen drew her lips over Laci's 
creamy cheeks and over her lover's ear. "Let me help 
you get undressed," Karen whispered.

Laci straightened and rolled her hips gently while 
Karen slowly worked the girl's skirt and panties down. 
Skirt kicked aside, Laci shrugged free of the blouse 
when Karen drew it off her shoulders. Her dark and 
dreamy green eyes and her flushed cheeks bespoke a 
deep arousal. She lifted her arms so Karen could 
remove her cami.

Naked now, Laci stood on her tippy-toes while she 
shook her hair out and raked her fingers through it. 
Hardly aware she was doing it, she brushed her 
fingertips over her erect nipples and delighted in the 
tickling sensation it gave her. She wanted to kiss 
Karen again, but she also wanted her lover naked so 
their bodies could touch and meld.

Watching Laci become naked was a breathtaking 
experience. In Karen's eyes, she was almost flawless, 
her nubile body only just ripening. Karen drank her 
in, watched her shake her hair out then caress her 
nipples – sublime. Karen's entire body tingled and 
flushed.

"Karen," Laci murmured her eyes heavy. "You should be 
undressed too."

Karen smiled. "Help me, kitten."

Laci glided into her lover-mother's orbit. Laci pulled 
Karen's slip up over her head, exposing those full, 
firm breasts she so loved. Laci carelessly tossed 
Karen's slip aside and immediately pressed her body 
against Karen's. There was something elemental about 
the sensation of their flesh coming together. Laci 
ground herself against Karen, as if trying to join 
their bodies into one. Laci once again held Karen's 
faced cupped in her hands, and she dipped in to make 
love to her beloved's mouth and face again.

Laci's assertiveness delighted Karen. She basked in 
Laci's soft lips exploring and brushing, her wet 
tongue gently probing and tracing, her lithe, smooth 
body dancing with restless hunger. Karen let her 
fingers wander over Laci, finding tender spots and 
giving them attention. She cupped Laci's bottom and 
squeezed her cheeks. 

Laci shifted and pressed herself against Karen with 
greater urgency. Her insides clenched up tight and she 
wanted to burst, but it wasn't exactly a cummy 
feeling. It was almost a frustration at being unable 
to express the enormity of the way she felt about 
Karen. Her body seemed to tremble at the force of the 
sensation.

Karen was intuitively tuned in to the inner forces 
driving Laci. Without being consciously aware of it, 
Karen knew it was time to love. Karen lay back on the 
bed and brought Laci with her. Laci cupped her small 
breasts and fondled her nipples and smiled. Karen 
traced her fingernail up and down the middle of Laci's 
front, breasts to pubis. "Have I ever told you how 
beautiful you are?" Karen murmured with a smile.

Laci shrugged. "Have I ever told you how much I love 
you?"

"No fair, answering a question with a question." Karen 
dropped her finger further down with each stroke. "I 
guess I'll forgive you, since you are so beautiful." 
She tickled Laci's lips with her tongue. Now she 
brushed her fingers over Laci's sex.

"I love you," Laci sighed. "I don't care if I say it a 
hundred times a day." She dipped down and kissed her 
lover deeply. Laci rocked side to side as she kissed 
Karen, and as the woman lightly brushed her fingers up 
and down Laci's mound.

"That feels so good, Karen. It makes me warm all 
over."

"I thought you'd like it."

Their mouths came back together. Karen's caresses and 
kisses held Laci in a blissful state. She let her mind 
drift. There were no bad thoughts, just vague, warm 
images of her being with Karen, loving her, and being 
loved by her. Laci had no idea how long it went on; 
five minutes, five hours, who knew? What did it 
matter? 

Yet Karen's caresses slowly stoked Laci's furnace. It 
was subtle, a slight quickening of her breath, a 
growing urgency to the undulations of her hips, an 
occasional sigh or coo. As if by some silent signal, 
Karen kissed her way to Laci's breasts. Laci arched 
and moaned softly in anticipation. Karen gradually 
increased the pressure of her caresses.

Karen let a strand of saliva dribble from her lip to 
drizzle on Laci's nipple. She drew the stiff bud 
between her lips, and gently held it in her teeth. She 
shook her head lightly before lifting her head and 
drawing out Laci's nipple. The girl moaned at the 
sensation. When Karen let her bud snap free, she let 
out a loud gasp. She buried her hands in Karen's hair, 
while woman tended to her little breast mounds. Every 
brush of her lips, every stroke of her tongue, and 
every nip of her teeth sent warm pulses over Laci. 

When Karen lifted her head, a strand of saliva 
connected her lips to Laci's nipples. She gazed down 
at her young lover, the girl's eyes closed and a 
rapturous smile on her lips, and oh God, she was so 
achingly beautiful. "My precious kitten," Karen 
murmured, "love of my life."

Laci, her hands still buried loosely in Karen's hair, 
let her eyes flutter open, and they were at peace. She 
pulled Karen's face down to kiss her anew. Laci gasped 
lightly into Karen's mouth, and then gently pushed her 
tongue up in search of Karen's.

Karen slid her hand over Laci's smooth mound, gliding 
over the soft, puffy flesh of her labia, then back up. 
Laci tensed, then relaxed. "Oooooohhhh Karen," she 
purred. "That feels sooo nice."

"You like it like this, hmmm?"

"Oh yesss, I do, it feels so nice. But you Karen. I 
want to make you feel nice, too."

"Don't worry about me, kitten."

"I do, Karen," Laci protested in a thick but insistent 
voice.

Karen smiled. "Okay," she murmured. She removed her 
hand from Laci's vulva long enough to guide the girl's 
hand to her own sex. "Can you rub me while I rub you?"

Laci nodded. "Uh huh." And she began to gently explore 
Karen's treasure. 

Karen took a sharp breath at the feel of Laci's 
fingers opening her labia. "Nice," she whispered with 
a smile. She touched her lips to Laci's, and lazily 
sought the girl's tongue with her own. It was a 
pleasant surprise when Karen realized that Laci found 
and mirrored the tempo and explorations of her own 
fingers. Karen skated her finger up and down Laci's 
wet slit, and Laci mimicked her at nearly the same 
instant. Karen nudged and massaged the girl's clit bud 
making her moan into Karen's mouth, and Laci did the 
same to Karen. What a wonderful way to make love.

They kissed tenderly, tongues coming together like two 
children playing pat-a-cake, lips never more than a 
fraction of an inch apart. They smiled at each other 
with their eyes, rolled their hips in rhythm with 
their caresses, and cooed with delight at the growing 
swells of pleasure spreading through them.

Karen massaged and stroked Laci's wet girl-sex with 
ever greater pressure and urgency. Laci's coos became 
gasps and soft, breathy moans, and her body began to 
tense and hitch. Karen's body was like a bowstring, 
pulled back and back, ever tighter and tighter. They 
rubbed each other frantically, hips rocking and 
bouncing. With simultaneous cries, they scrunched 
together, whimpering, and gloried in the wonder of 
their climaxes.

Karen had no idea how long they lay there cuddling, 
basking in the glow of their orgasms.  Karen caressed 
Laci's lips and cheeks with the ball of her thumb. 
Laci looked so angelic now, like a princess out of a 
fairy tale, her lips drawn in a small smile of 
contentment. Karen kissed the tip of her nose, and 
Laci's dreamy eyes opened. At last, Karen disentangled 
herself and sat up. She smiled at the thought that it 
would be another fluffy towel night. Laci propped 
herself on her elbow, looking a bit discombobulated.

Karen got a cigarette. "Want one?" she offered.

Laci shook her head. "I'll maybe have some of yours."

Karen took a deep hit. "You're doing a better job than 
I am of quitting."

Laci sat up and shrugged. She did take a drag but that 
was it. "That's part of my old life," she explained. 
"You'll quit when it's the right time. Anyway, I bet 
it's harder for grown-ups to break habits than it is 
for kids my age."

"A very astute observation," Karen said, snuffing out 
the cigarette. Then, a thought flashed into her head. 
"Oh shit," she cried. "I almost forgot something." She 
jumped up.

"What? What's the matter?" Laci said, suddenly 
alarmed.

"I almost forgot something, baby! I have to go 
downstairs, I'll be right back, don't you move." 

"Aren't you going to put a robe on?" Laci said, 
frowning.

"Why bother?" Karen said, and she ran naked down the 
hallway to the stairs. She laughed softly as she 
hurried down the stairs. In all the years she'd lived 
here, she'd never once run through the house naked. 
She felt an odd exhilaration, as though someone might 
barge through the door and catch her red handed at any 
moment. Her boobs were bouncing as she pulled up and 
stopped. She grabbed her pocketbook and looked inside. 
Still there. She scurried back upstairs.

Laci had no idea what Karen was up to. It couldn't be 
bad – she was smiling when she ran off – but even 
though Karen didn't seem particularly modest about 
such things, running off naked was more than a little 
unusual for her. Laci shrugged; she'd find out soon 
enough. In the meantime, she was getting cold, so she 
went to the newly filled bureau and took out the brand 
new Hello Kitty nightshirt they'd bought earlier in 
the day. She'd no sooner pulled it on then she heard 
Karen skittering up the stairs.

"Phew!" Karen gasped. She set her satchel bag down and 
plopped herself on the bed.

 Laci came and sat next to her. "Why'd you run off 
like that?" Laci asked, cocking her head.

"Because I forgot something. Something important."

"Like what? What's so important you'd run downstairs 
naked to get it?"

"You don't like seeing me run around naked?" Karen 
teased with a twinkle in her eye.

Laci rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. 
"Karen, you know what I mean."

"I'm only teasing. Well, remember when we were at the 
mall and I had to go to the pharmacy to get my old 
lady stuff?"

"Yeah, pee pads and prune juice, which I know was a 
joke."

"Anyway, you'll never guess who I ran into on my way! 
The Mall Fairy!"

"Tch," Laci clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes 
again. "Karen, there is no such thing as the Mall 
Fairy. You made that up. Unless her name's Karen, then 
there might be a Mall Fairy."

"Well, I beg to differ, sweet, skeptical child. I 
don't know what her name is, but I know she's real 
because she gave me this to give to you." Karen pulled 
the pink cube gift box out of her bag, and gave it to 
Laci.

Laci's eyebrows went up, her eyes widened, and she 
took in a sharp breath. "What is it, Karen?" she said 
in a voice just above a whisper.

"I don't know. The Mall Fairy wouldn't tell me, said 
it was a surprise."

Laci's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the 
box. Getting a gift just for the sake of getting a 
gift was something unfamiliar to her. She felt lucky 
if she got something for Christmas or her birthday. 
She pushed her hair back behind her ear and just 
stared at the box.

"Go ahead honey, open it so we can see," Karen said, 
patting Laci's thigh.

Laci undid the ribbon, freeing the lid, and she pulled 
it off. She drew in another sharp breath and brought 
her hand to her mouth. "Oh Karen!" she said in a low, 
soft voice. Her hand shook even more when she lifted 
the bracelets from the box. "Oh Karen!" and this time 
her voice was tremulous. Laci looked at her lover with 
wide eyes, as if waiting for instructions on what to 
do.

"Go ahead," Karen murmured with a smile. "Put them 
on."

Laci hesitated, then slipped the bracelets over her 
hand, and let them rattle down her arm. "Oh Karen! 
They're perfect! How did you know? I mean I didn't say 
anything."

"The Mall Fairy knows everything. And we aren't done, 
there's something else in here for you." Karen took 
out the rectangular box and gave it to Laci.

"Oh Karen, you shouldn't have done this," Laci said, 
shaking her head. "I didn't get you anything..."

Karen cut her short. "Laci, honey. Look at me." Karen 
took Laci's free hand in both of her hands. "These are 
gifts, honey. Gifts don't come with strings attached, 
they aren't given because I want a return gift from 
you. They're given because I want you to have them, 
and because I love you." Karen let Laci's hand go, and 
she gently cupped her lover's face in her hands. She 
leaned in and gave Laci a long and very tender, loving 
kiss. When she pulled back with a smack, she murmured, 
"Let's see what's in the other box."

Hands still trembling, Laci removed the lid. Once 
again, she gasped at the gold plated watch with the 
bangle bracelet wristband. She held it up and looked 
at it, her mouth open, as if it were some gemstone 
found lying at her feet. 

"Here," Karen said, taking the watch. "Let me help you 
put it on." She took Laci's old watch off, tossed it 
on the nightstand, and loosened the clasp on the new 
watch. It fit perfectly on the girl's small wrist, and 
it matched the bangles on her other wrist exactly.

A single tear trickled down Laci's cheek. Karen lifted 
the girl's chin and kissed it away. "Why the tear?" 
she asked gently.

Laci shrugged. "I dunno. I'm just not used to stuff 
like this. I don't even get Christmas or birthday 
presents any more. She says I'm too old for that shit. 
The only presents I got for Christmas this year were 
the stuffed ornament from you, and the make-up set Amy 
got me."

Karen hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Well, you 
don't have to worry about that anymore. Things are 
different now. She can't hurt you anymore. I promise."

Laci sniffled and turned to bury her face between 
Karen's breasts. Karen held her and rocked her. *You 
love her, you accept her, baggage and all. Her hurts 
aren't going away just because I wandered on stage* 
Laci's hurts were close to the surface tonight. Best 
not to go picking around. It had been such a wonderful 
day, full of the kind of magic love was supposed to 
bring. Maybe that magic would keep the pains hidden 
away for another day.

But it was not to be, just as Karen knew it wasn't.

***

These were the nights Laci most needed to be held 
tightly, laying in Karen's arms in the darkened room, 
for whatever reason the pains close to the surface. 
Karen held her close, ever so gently stroking her 
silky hair, silent. Karen hoped – prayed – that Laci 
would fall asleep before the hurts rose up in full 
force.

"Karen?" That same, soft, nebulous voice as last night 
drifting up.

"Yes baby," Karen said, her insides involuntarily 
tensing.

"I can't leave you."

"Honey love, who said anything about leaving me?"

Laci shrugged. "I just can't, that's all. If I have to 
leave you, I'll die. I can't go back there. Ever."

"Laci! My precious kitten. What's gotten into you? 
What's this talk about leaving me?" Karen gently 
pushed Laci onto her back and just as gently slid her 
own body atop the girl, as though protecting her from 
the rain. "Now what's the matter Kitten? Tell me 
what's bothering you. Tell Mommy Karen what's hurting 
you."

Laci was silent and still. At last, she shifted and 
tried to get closer. Her chest hitched, a soft sob. 
"'Member the day there was no power? You were asking 
me questions about... if anyone had ever done bad 
things to me? An' I told you one tried, but...."

"Yes baby, I remember." Karen mentally kicked herself 
for raising the subject that day, all because of her 
own goddamned guilt. Why did she have to poke around 
wounds? Why not just let things come out naturally?

"I had that fight with my mother this week." 

Karen could hear the child's voice grow thinner, as 
though it was about to shatter. What was coming next?

"She said something I hardly even noticed when she 
said it. But I remembered it later." Laci paused 
again, as if gathering herself. "She said..." and Laci 
sobbed harder. "She said...that time, it was my fault, 
I was trying to steal her boyfriend...Oh God!" she 
sobbed harshly. "Karen! I was only seven years old! 
How could she think that? Is that why she hates me?" 
And the girl melted into deeps sobs of raw anguish, 
tears that boiled up from the deepest reaches of her 
heart.

Karen nuzzled her lips up to Laci's ear. "It's OK baby 
girl," she murmured. "It's OK, you're with me now, 
you're with Mommy Karen, and I won't let bad things 
happen to you." Inside, a fire burned in Karen's 
belly. *How in Christ's name can anyone be so totally 
fucked up that they'd accuse a 7-year-old girl of 
trying to steal a boyfriend? How can anyone be so sick 
that they'd blame a Godforsaken child for nearly being 
molested? What kind of mad hellhole is that world this 
child comes from.* 

"I didn't do anything wrong!" Laci cried.

Karen's own heart was threatening to rend. She 
reminded herself she needed to be strong right now. 
"No baby, you didn't, you didn't. It's okay, you're 
with me now. Your mother is a very disturbed woman." 
Karen gulped. *Oh Christ. What a fucked up world.* 
"But you're with me now, and I'm not going to let you 
go."

All Karen could do was hold Laci's trembling, sobbing 
body close, and rock her back and forth, murmuring 
soft, soothing sounds that were meaningless, yet meant 
everything. Maybe, Karen thought, the festering 
abscess inside Laci was lanced now, and the poison 
could start to flow out. Karen gritted her teeth, the 
anger at a woman she'd never even met knotting up 
inside her. *I hope you're happy, you no good, 
worthless piece of shit. Not enough to fuck up your 
own life, have to take it out on this child and fuck 
up her life, too. Joke's on you, bitch, you didn't 
count on me showing up, and your days of fucking this 
girl up are over.* 

Laci's sobs of anguish went on and on. Karen didn't 
try to stop the tears. She simply reached over for a 
handful of tissues every so often to clean Laci's 
nose. Finally, after who knew how long, the well ran 
dry, and Laci lay there, spent. Trembling and 
hitching, Laci quavered, "Do you love me, Karen?"

It wasn't a rhetorical question. "Yes Laci baby, I 
love you. I love you right to the depths of my soul. I 
would give everything for you."

*********************

In the middle of the long night, Karen stood at the 
window, cigarette in one hand, smoke curling up in a 
ghostly stream, ashtray in the other. She stared at 
the nearly full moon hovering just above the black, 
pointed tops of the pine trees across the road. It 
cast a ghostly light, intensified by the reflection 
off the solid snowpack. 

The song she'd thought of last night came back, 
wafting up from some hidden vault in her brain. Sarah 
McLachlan. Yes, that's who sang it. She had a haunting 
voice, like some angel of melancholy beauty. 

"Why am I hopelessly, achingly in love with a thirteen 
year old girl?" Karen whispered to the moon. "I'm not 
bad."

The moon, as cold as the snow, stared back without 
answering. Its silent, impassive face seemed to mock 
her question with its indifference. It started to dip 
below the tops of the pines, no more likely to answer 
her question now then when she asked it.

A solitary car came down the road, its headlights 
momentarily cutting the darkness. Karen watched it go 
by. No answers there, either.

Karen hadn't been able shake the feeling that some 
sort of denouement was just over the horizon. Maybe 
the moon, now mostly obscured behind the pines, could 
see what was waiting for them over there on the other 
side of the darkness, but it wasn't talking.

"Fuck it," Karen muttered. She took a final drag from 
her cigarette and snuffed it out. She set the ashtray 
down, and went back to the bed. She was cold. That's 
what happened when you stood around in the middle of 
the house on a January night in nothing more than a 
pajama top and panties. She climbed under the blankets 
and slid close to Laci.

Laci stirred, and her eyes fluttered open. "Where'd 
you go?" she said, her voice a whisper.

"The bathroom, kitten."

"Oh." She closed her eyes and instinctively pressed 
close to Karen, nuzzling her face against Karen's 
breast. Karen protectively slipped her arm over Laci's 
sleeping body.

Hardly audible, Karen murmured, "If I go down, I'm 
going down fighting, you can goddamn well count on 
that."

Continued in part 7...

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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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