4 comments/ 36667 views/ 9 favorites Secret Hunger By: AdamZasse The author would like to thank 'Larry in Seattle' for proofreading this story Part One -- The Beginning Two long time friends share a secret dream. They hunger quietly for the same thing - each other. Clare Clare is twenty years old. Five foot four and about one hundred and five pounds. Her blond hair is thick and shoulder length. She prefers to wear it in a ponytail, but she knows, as most young girls do, that she looks cuter with her face surrounded by a cloud of soft hair. Although she has dated several boys, both in high school, and now at college, she is still a virgin. She has one unfulfilled fantasy that she keeps hidden from everyone - Emily. Clare stretched sensually in the shower as the hot water rained down on her young body. She reached up to cup her small, firm breasts, squeezing them gently, and caressing the soft, tender flesh. She touched her pick, puffy nipples, feeling them stiffen as she pinched and pulled the delicate buds. She moved her hands away for a second and then touched the sensitive tip lightly with her fingertips. Her fingers and hands explored the spots that she knew would cause a pleasurable reaction. Keeping one hand on her breast, she let the other fall across her flat tummy, moving it in slow circles, arousing herself. Lower the hand crept, slowly, inch by inch, until her palm came to rest on her rounded shaved mound. With trembling fingers, she traced the line of her slit, feeling the lips starting to swell with her excitement. She extended one finger to separate the lips and massage the inner walls. As the finger found its way to the top of her slit and brushed her clit, the tiny bud responded, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her glistening body. Rubbing harder, she felt the orgasm that she desperately wanted start to build deep in her body. Now she rubbed even harder, her clit now swollen with desire. The place in her brain that triggered her exquisite joy was red hot. In moments it was white hot. She started to pinch the clit with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing and twisting it. She abandoned her pert breast and brought her hand down to plunge her fingers into her pussy, trying to get them as deep down the velvety smooth love tunnel as she could. She was panting now, gulping down breath after breath as she got closer and closer to her goal. Finally, finally, she was there. The pleasure center in her brain exploded with wave after wave of pure, delicious release. She stood there for several minutes, letting the hot water relax her, letting her body recover. Eventually, she soaped and rinsed herself, drying off with a large towel. When she walked back into her bedroom, she climbed onto the middle of her bed and stretched out, smiling. She closed her light green eyes and fell asleep, dreaming happily about Emily. Emily Emily is twenty years old. She is five foot seven and about one hundred and twenty pounds. Her hair is dark amber brown and cut short. Her eyes are blue. Although she has dated many boys, she is more comfortable around other girls. Emily is still a virgin. She enjoys the company of one girl in particular, and has often thought about getting to know her much, much better - Clare. Emily returned home after classes, went to her room and flopped down on her bed. She closed her eyes and dozed off for almost a half an hour. When she sat up, she got undressed, washed her face in her bathroom, and slipped on a baggy pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting tee shirt. She went to her desk and opened one of her textbooks. As she stared at the book, her eyes traveled to a small picture that she had placed under the glass top. It was from last summer. It showed two girls, Emily and her friend Clare. The book forgotten, she daydreamed. Her hands slipped under the edge of her tee shirt and found her soft amble breasts. She lifted them, as if testing their weight. She liked how they felt in her hands. In her revere, she wondered what they would feel like to someone else. As her daydream continued, her hands left the rounded globes and moved down to her pussy. She felt the thick patch of dark moist curls. She separated her vaginal lips and probed her hole with two fingers of one hand while she rubbed furiously on her clitty with a finger of her other hand. She worked herself into a frenzied state, taking short shallow breaths and letting a soft moan escape her lips. She put her head back and shut her eyes tight as the orgasm enveloped her. She lifted her hand from her now soaking wet cunt and deposited some of the fluids to her outstretched tongue. She repeated the action several times, sucking on her fingers, enjoying the taste of her efforts. Clare Clare and Emily had been friends since grade school. Clare had watched enviously as Emily developed her more grown up figure. She often stole quick glances at her in gym class in high school and later, as a freshman, in the small locker room all the girls shared in her college dorm. She wished that her breasts would grow like her friend's. It was only last year, after several boys complimented her on her smaller chest. Now, she has accepted what she has, and has a better outlook because of it. Clare still secretly watched her friend every chance she gets, but know her thoughts have turned to something more, something more intimate. If she couldn't have breasts like Emily's, then perhaps she could enjoy them in a different manner. She was also fascinated with what she refers to privately as Emily's pussy. Only the few furtive peeks she was able to take fueled her fantasy to get an up close and personal look. Whenever she thought about Emily's curvy body, she started to perspire and her breathing quickened. If only Emily would give some hint that she was interested too. Emily Unknown to Clare, Emily was interested. She admired the sleek, trim body of her friend. She wondered if Clare's nipples were as sensitive as her own were. She wondered about a lot of things. She thought again about how it might feel with Clare's hands on her breasts, or Clare's tongue dancing with her own tongue. If only Clare would give her some clue that she was interested as well. Chance Although both Clare and Emily went to the same community college, their classes kept them apart. In high school they were usually together, but now schedules and in one case different buildings put some distance between them. On one particular day, chance intervened and they found themselves together in the library. Clare stood up and waved to her friend when she saw her enter the study hall at the back of the main library. They hugged each other as girls often do, and they sat down. "What's new?" Emily asked as she sat down. "Not much except I have been thinking about you." Clare answered, crossing her fingers. "Oh ya. Whatcha thinking?" Emily asked, taking a deep breath and pretending to adjust her chair. "Remember how we used to just hang out, prowl around the mall and have fun?" Clare asked. "Ya, those times were great. I miss them too." Emily offered. Clare took her chance. "Hey. Doing anything special this weekend?" She asked. "Nothing important. I think mom wanted to go shopping, but I can duck that. What did you have in mind?" she added, inwardly smiling at the unspoken suggestion. "Why not have a day for us, like it used to be. We can cruise 5th Avenue, hang out at the new mall, grab a bite to eat and just fool around." Clare said as she emphasized the last part to see what Emily would say. "That does sound like old times. But let's do one more thing." Emily said. "How about you sleep over like we did in high school? We can get a pizza, do each other's hair, you know. Stuff like that." "I'll pick you up about ten Saturday morning. We'll have all day." Emily added. Emily took another deep breath, hoped for the answer she wanted, and waited. When Clare smiled and reached out to hug her, she smiled right back and knew deep down inside that this weekend would be special. They gave each other an exaggerated 'Hollywood' kiss on the cheeks, and Emily left. That evening, Clare went shopping. She wanted something special to wear for the sleepover. She found what she wanted at one of the small shops in the mall. Emily went shopping too, for the same reason. Both girls were headed for a very special evening. The rest of the week seemed to drag on forever. Friday night neither girl slept very well. It was like trying to get to sleep on Christmas Eve when you're nine years old. Sleepover Saturday, the girls had a wonderful time. They did all, or at least many of the things that they used to do. The laughed over old memories and got teary over a few others. Once or twice, while walking around, they found themselves holding hands. Neither girl seemed to mind. They looked at clothes in an up-scale shop and bought earrings at a small kiosk. They both bought new nail polish for later in the evening and Clare picked up a new CD. But eventually they headed back to Emily's home. Emily's mom greeted Clare warmly, scolding her a little for not coming over more often and told them to have fun. In Emily's room, the girls played songs on the stereo, singing along with five or six. They gave each other manicures and used the new nail polish that they bought. They talked about boys and other girls. They talked about where some of their old friends might be and what they might be doing. After Emily's mom brought up the pizza that they ordered, they changed into comfy clothes. Clare put on a pair of large boxers and a football jersey that was three sizes too big. It fell down below her knees. Emily put on a pair of pajama bottoms and one of her father's old button-down shifts. They were definitely in for the night. Surprise They talked some more and watched a movie, stretched out on Emily's bed. So far Emily had not suggested any sleeping arrangements, although she had one of her sleeping bags out and the pillows were tossed everywhere. When Clare started to yawn, she told her friend that she needed the bathroom for a few minutes and hurried down the hallway, bringing her small overnight bag with her. She thought that it's now or never. If she was going to find out if Emily was interested in more than friendship, now was the time. She stripped off her clothes and pulled out the baby doll top she bought the day before. It was dark red and practically transparent. It had light pink lace along the bottom hem, which fell to just above her shaved kitty. The sleeves were puffy and also trimmed with light pink lace. It left absolutely no doubt that she had a very cute figure. And, she hoped that it left no doubt about her feelings for Emily. She took the twistie out of her ponytail and let her hair fall naturally, framing her face. Right after Clare left, Emily stripped too. She also put on a new purchase. One that she earnestly hoped would let Clare know how she felt. She prayed that Clare would like what she saw when she came back in. She put a drop of perfume under each lovely breast and with her finger, rubbed strawberry flavored lip balm on each nipple. She stood, bare-footed near her bed. When Clare hurried back down the hall and back into Emily's room, she tossed her bag on the floor and flipped the small door lock, giving them some privacy. As she let her eyes become accustomed to the darkened room, she turned towards Emily, and stared, her mouth open. Emily was staring back, not quiet believing what she saw. Emily was the first to start laughing. In just a minute, both girls were laughing so hard that their jaws hurt. Clare sat down in a nearby chair and tried to hold her sides. Emily fell on her bed when the peals of laughter finally died down. Kissing and More Clare got up and walked over to Emily. She took her by the hands. Emily bent her head slowly, hopefully, and Clare found her lips with her own. No 'Hollywood' kisses tonight. Tonight was a night of passion. Tonight their dreams and their desires would be fulfilled. When their lips touched, both girls felt an electric tingle course through their young bodies. The kiss seemed to last forever. Neither girl wanted to break the spell of that tender first kiss. But eventually, reluctantly, they pulled their lips apart. Clare looked up to slightly taller friend and smiled a smile of relief, a smile of adoration, a smile of anticipated love. Emily returned the smile, and reached out, putting her arms around her friend, and hugged her closely. Clare, still a little frightened of scaring her friend away, gently placed her hands on Emily's hips, under the hem of her baby doll. When she did not seem to mind Clare's touch, she slowly slid her hands upward along Emily's side. Clare took a half step back to give her more room. She moved her hands higher stopping when her thumbs came in contact with the sides of Emily's breasts. When Emily still didn't object, she moved her hands so that she was cradling each soft globe in her hands, her fingers resting lightly on her nipples. Emily moaned, almost in Clare's ear. "I've wanted you to do that for a long, long time." Emily whispered. "Believe me; I've wanted to touch you for years, even back in high school." Clare said, still holding Emily's breasts. Her face blushing, she added. "I've dreamed about doing more than touching." Emily reached down to the hem of her babydoll and slowly pulled it off over her head. She tossed it on the corned of her bed and looked back at Clare. "What else have you dreamed of doing?" Emily asked, and added, almost in a whisper, "for years." Clare looked into the eyes of her friend and lowered her head until her face was practically touching Emily's left breast. She raised her eyes momentarily and saw Emily looking back at her. She lowered her head again, and moving just a little, she closed her mouth over Emily's nipple. A moan escaped Emily's throat - a deep, prolonged moan of pleasure that she had waited so very long for. Clare sucked gently at first and when she heard Emily's moan, she sucked harder. She teased the nipple with her tongue, flicking it back and forth. She pressed her lips down on the tip and heard Emily gasp in surprise. She felt her friend's hands on her head, urging her to continue. Suddenly she felt Emily softly pushed her head back, away from her prize. But Emily only moved slightly so that Clare could continue on her other nipple. Clare gave it the same oral treatment, relishing the feeling and marveling at the taste of strawberries. Emily pulled Clare's lips away from her breasts and held her shoulders at arms length. She wanted to get a better look at her friend in the dim, bedroom light. The silky baby doll that Clare still wore was now damp with perspiration. It clung to her trim, athletic body, displaying every curve and highlight. Emily lowered her hands to brush Clare's perfectly shaped breasts, the smooth material sliding under her fingers. Emily lowered her hands still further until she was able to lift the hem of the baby doll and pull it off over Clare's head. She removed it deliberately and agonizingly slow, until Clare stood before her, as naked as she was. Once more the girls stepped close together. More than anything, they wanted, they needed to feel their bodies touching. They needed to feel the exquisite thrill that only close and intimate contact can bring. Clare stretched upwards and Emily bent her head, until their lips could once again touch. Both girls opened their mouths and two tongues danced together to the beating rhythm of their hearts. Arms caressed backs and bottoms, their smooth skin alive and vibrant. More than Friendship Later that night, laying close together in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, the girls nodded off to sleep. Their friendship had become both more personal and more intimate, sand more satisfying. Clare woke, feeling her friend behind her. She could see through the window that it was still dark outside. Emily's hand was on her hip. She sensed movement on the bed and was pleasantly surprised to feel Emily snuggle closer. She rolled her hip slightly and felt Emily's hand move down her leg. Little by little, slowly, Emily moved her hand toward Clare's inner thigh. Clare rolled further as Emily's hand traced small, delicate circles on her sensitive skin. Clare thought it felt fantastic, even more fantastic because it was Emily. By the time Clare had rolled all the way over, flat on her back, Emily's hand had moved up her leg until she was almost touching her pussy. Clare turned her head and her mouth was instantly covered with Emily's. Clare raised her free hand and held Emily's head, pulling her mouth tighter onto her own. Emily's tongue seemed to be everywhere. When she wasn't licking, she was kissing. She kissed Clare's lips, her cheeks, and her neck. When she found the tender spot just below Clare's ear, she went back to sucking and nuzzling. Emily's fingers were also busy. She moved her hand until her fingers touched Clare's pussy. The bare skin of Clare's pussy was s smooth as silk to Emily's wandering fingers. Emily traced the length of Clare's slit with just one finger. She could almost feel the pussy lips starting to swell with anticipation and desire. Emily let her finger travel lower, past Clare's now moist vagina. She felt Clare raise her legs, exposing more of her ass. At last, her searching finger found Clare's other hole. Emily carefully inserted the tip of her finger, rotating it as she gently pushed it in and out. She dipped her finger in the wetness that now surrounded Clare's pussy and again tried to enter her ass. This time her finger slid in almost effortlessly. She started moving her finger in and out, causing Clare to moan softly. Emily extended her thumb and with her finger still stroking Clare's ass, she pushed her thumb into Clare's now soaking wet pussy. With both tender holes being probed, Clare turned her head towards Emily. Her mouth was almost immediately covered with Emily's kisses, their tongues danced in rhythm with Emily's probing fingers. When Clare felt her orgasm building she started to moan in pleasure. Emily kept whispering that she needed to keep quite. She kissed Clare's neck, her ears and as the orgasm flooded over her, she covered Clare's mouth with her own. Clare rolled over to face her friend. They kissed tenderly and Emily pulled the sheet and light blanket over their naked bodies. They fell back to sleep holding each other and didn't wake up until they heard Emily's mother calling them to breakfast. Secret Hunger Ch. 02 Until recently, Clare and Emily silently craved each other's touch without knowing they both wanted the same thing. Then, one wonderful weekend, fate intervened and their secret desires were finally fulfilled. And now Emily's mother Caroline, after seeing Emily and Clare together, is having cravings of her own. The reader is encouraged to read 'Secret Hunger' by Evie Zasse. And, as always, the author welcomes your comments. Clare and Emily Clare and Emily were busily cleaning and tidying up the basement rec room after the last of their guests left. It was late, or actually it was early, about two in the morning. Emily's mother had just gone back upstairs, satisfying herself that the girls were almost done. It had been a long day, but the party was a success and everyone had a good time. The two friends turned out the lights and went quietly upstairs. On the way to Emily's bedroom where the girls were going to try to get some sleep, they passed Emily's mom who was just shutting her bedroom door. It wasn't unusual for Clare to spend the night; Emily's mom, Caroline, often referred to her as her 'other' daughter. Although the girls believed that she didn't know just how close Clare and Emily had become. Clare shut the bedroom door and leaned back against it, partly from being tired, but mostly because she was finally alone with Emily. Her friend stood in front of her and raised one hand to reach for the small doorlock that would give them at least some sense of privacy. Emily's hand never got to the lock. Clare's hands sliding under Emily's loose blouse pleasantly diverted her. She closed her eyes as Clare's fingers worked their way under her bra and slipped it up and off of her rounded breasts. Clare kneaded the soft resilient flesh and gently pinched the already hard and stiff nipples. They stood that was for several minutes. Locked in the pleasure that they felt. Emily reached up and took one of Clare's hands away from her breast. Hand in hand, they walked the few feet to Emily's bed. They quickly undressed and turned out the lights and crawled under the crisp cool sheets. Even with the best intentions of enjoying their newfound intimacy, it was sleep that they surrendered to. Wrapped in each other's arms, they both drifted off to sleep. It was the first crack of distant thunder that first roused Emily. With a light rain tapping on the window, she carefully inched her way down the bed and between Clare's legs. In the dim light coming through the window, Emily saw the tight folds of Clare's pussy lips, pink and shaved clean. As she moved closer, she smelled a light, delicate musky scent. She had used her hands and fingers several times on that mound, bringing joy and pleasure to her friend. Now, in an almost uncontrollable desire, she lowered her mouth to taste the forbidden fruit. At the first touch of Emily's tongue, Clare's eyes opened in surprise, and quickly closed again, savoring the feeling. Without a word, Clare spread her legs, giving her friend complete access to her pussy. Emily moved her hands under Clare's butt, lifting it slightly as she ran her tongue up and down the length of Clare's slit. Clare reached down and with her fingers, she parted her pussy lips, exposing the sensitive inner walls of her pussy and her small clitoris. Using her tongue, Emily caressed and licked until she heard Clare start to softly moan. Clare's own sweet juices bathed her pussy and dripped into Emily's mouth. Emily found the now protruding bud of Clare's clit. She sucked it and teased it with her tongue. Emily raised herself to her knees, her naked butt in the air, easing her straining neck. When she heard Clare start to moan louder, she nibbled ever so tenderly with her teeth on her clit. Caroline The thunder that woke Emily also woke Caroline in her bedroom down the hall. Awake now, lying in bed listening to the rain, Emily's mom decided to check on the girls. She quietly rose and slipped on a robe. She padded in bare feet the few steps to Emily's door. She was mildly surprised that the door was not locked as she turned the knob. She opened the door silently, just enough to peek in and assure herself that the girls were all right. What she saw in the dim light was surprising and embarrassing. She saw Emily with her ass raised and her head between Clare's legs. There was no denying what the girls were doing and the soft sounds from Clare punctuated the otherwise quiet room. Emily's mother pulled the door closed, being as silent as she could, and made her way back to her own room. Clare and Emily As Clare neared her orgasm, she gripped the bed sheets and tried to be quiet. As the orgasm peaked and waves of pleasure washed through her body, she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the small gasp that she couldn't stop from coming out. Emily moved forward on top of her friend and she covered Clare's mouth with her own. Clare confessed to Emily some time before, that she liked feeling the weight of her friend on her body. She liked feeling the smooth soft body of her friend sliding against her own skin. As Clare relaxed, she hugged Emily, massaging her back and shoulders as they kissed. With her legs still spread slightly, she started moving her hips. Emily started doing the same until they were grinding their pussies together in a display of wanton love. With the rain still musically tapping on the window, the girls moved next to each other and closed their eyes for another hour of sleep. Caroline Caroline, lying in her own bed, couldn't get back to sleep. The image of her daughter making oral love to someone that she had often thought of as a younger daughter was disturbing. The image was also very exciting and erotic. She couldn't get that mental picture out of her head. What else have they been doing she wondered. Caroline was not going to get any more sleep in the early hours of that morning. Caroline and Jeanne Sunday morning dawned bright, warm and sunny. The night's rains had left the backyard smelling fresh and clean. After breakfast, the girls brought their blankets and towel out to the yard and spread them out. As Emily's mother watched from the kitchen window, both girls stretched out to enjoy the early sunshine. Both girls wore bikinis and Clare brought a small portable radio that was playing softly between them. Caroline couldn't help staring. She had never thought of her daughter as a woman. A woman with needs and desires. Her mind wandered back to a time when she was much younger, before getting married and before Emily. She had had dreams and desires too. But it was a different time. Girls were expected to have boyfriends, not degrade themselves with other girls. But, like other girls of the time, she had thought about it and wondered what it would be like. Now, her daughter wasn't just wondering about other women, she was finding out first hand. And now she was starting to wonder too. The knock on the kitchen door startled her. Caroline almost dropped the coffee cup she was washing in the sink. She dried her hands quickly, and when she answered the door, she saw a matronly looking woman with silver hair smiling at her. "What are you up to this morning?" Jeanne asked as she walked past the window to sit at the kitchen table. "Ah, I was just cleaning up mother." Caroline answered, glancing at the window. "I can see that. Who is the young lady with Emily?" Jeanne asked, glancing again towards the window. "Oh, that's Clare." Caroline answered, gazing back at the window herself. "You mean little Clare, the tomboy that used to play with Emily when they were young?" Jeanne said. "I remember she always had Band-Aids on her knees. The two of them running all over the neighborhood." Jeanne added. "That's her, all grown up, like Emily?" Caroline said flatly. "And why were you watching them this morning?" Jeanne asked, turning to stare into her daughter's eyes. Jeanne used that special tone of voice that implied that you had better tell the truth. Caroline hadn't heard that tone for a long time, but she never could change the subject gracefully or lie to her mother. She told her mother what she had discovered the night before. "So, you never did anything like that with your girlfriends? No, I guess you probably didn't". Jeanne said softly, answering her own question and shaking her head. "It's not all that unusual you know. I remember practicing kissing when I was young." Jeanne continued. "Well I didn't do anything like that." Caroline confessed. "Look at it this way dear, From what you've told me, they obviously like each other a lot. They feel comfortable with each other. And besides, at least you don't have to worry about either one of them getting pregnant." Jeanne offered. "I know, it's not them so much as me. When I saw them, it made me feel, I don't know, kind of strange." Caroline said. "Strange. How?" Jeanne asked more softly, looking at Caroline. "Mom, I can't talk to you about this." Caroline said as she got up and went back to the sink. "Well I just stopped by for a few minutes. I'm having lunch with a few friends and we're bound to get into some kind of mischief. If you want my advice, you won't bother the girls with what you've told me. This is your problem, not theirs." Jeanne said as she got up. Caroline walked her mother to the door where they exchanged hugs. "Give the girls my love and tell them I'll stop by again soon when I can spend more time." Jeanne said as she stepped out of the door. "Wait mom." Caroline called, hurrying down the driveway. "Yes dear?" Jeanne asked, turning around. "What am I going to do?" Caroline said, almost pleading. Looking straight into her daughter's eyes, Jeanne said, "You have two choices. You can either forget what you saw and bury those feelings you said you were having. Or you can do something about it." "Do you want my help with this/" Jeanne asked when Caroline didn't respond. "I cannot forget what I saw or what I feel. So I guess I do want your help." Caroline confessed in a small voice. "Let me work on this, I'll get back to you in a few days, Ok? Jeanne said. Caroline Jeanne left her daughter standing in the driveway as she drove off. Caroline stood there for several minutes, not sure what to do. When she walked back to the house, Emily and Clare were just coming back in from the yard. "Who was that?" Emily asked. "Oh, your grandmother. She just stopped in for a minute, but she'll be back in a few days and will have more time to visit." Caroline said, and added under her breath, "I hope". "Well, we're gonna change, and I'm gonna drive Clare home. Do you need anything while I'm out?" Emily said. "No, nothing thanks. Drive carefully." Caroline told her daughter. "And please come back soon." She said to Clare. Caroline watched the girls as they went upstairs and went back to washing the few things in the sink. A few minutes later she heard Emily pull her car out of the garage and drive away. Clare and Emily "I can't keep my hands off of you." Clare said as they drove towards her house. "Well, don't let me stop you." Emily said as she glanced over and smiled at her friend. Clare rested her hand on Emily's thigh and slowly inched it upward, under her skirt. She gently massaged Emily's inner thigh, making small circles with her hands and fingers. Emily loosened her seatbelt just enough for Clare to pull the rest of her skirt out from under her butt. Emily wasn't wearing any panties. With more room, Clare's fingers played with the curly hair covering Emily's pussy mound. She pulled her hand out long enough to put two fingers in her mouth, getting them wet. When she put her hand back under Emily's skirt, she slipped her fingers into the damp slit of Emily's pussy. Clare and Emily both concentrated on looking casual and watching the road. But Clare's busy fingers were rubbing and pinching Emily's clit, swollen now and her clit erect like a tiny cock, begging for attention. By the time they had driven the mile or so to Clare's house, both girls were aroused and in need of relief. Somehow the girls were able to calm themselves enough to park the car and walk into the house. Once in Clare's bedroom with the door locked, they embraced and kissed. Their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Emily flipped off her shoes and stepped out of her skirt while Clare stripped off her own clothes. The girls climbed onto Clare's bed and Clare pushed Emily down on the soft comforter covering the bed, landing between her legs. For a moment, Clare stared at the thick patch of reddish brown hair covering Emily's mound. Clare looked up into Emily's eyes and slowly lowered her face as Emily spread her legs. As her tongue slid over the damp mass, Clare heard the quick intake of breath from Emily. Clare wrapped her arms and hands around Emily's thighs and savored the delicious aroma emanating from her pussy. Clare was able to use the tips of her fingers to slightly separate the folds of Emily's vagina enough for her to see the pink, smooth clitoris. As Clare closed her lips around that sensitive bud, Emily groaned loudly. Clare sucked and teased Emily's clit with her tongue until she felt Emily's butt raise up as if trying to get deeper into her mouth. Teasingly, Clare stopped, pulling her mouth off for a second. When she put her mouth back, she bit down gently with her teeth. Emily put a hand over her own mouth to muffle the small scream that escaped her lips. The orgasm that had been slowly building exploded all at once, catching her by surprise. Emily's eyes opened wide as wave after wave of pure pleasure and joy washed over her body. She was panting and gasping for breath as Clare licked the inner walls of her pussy lips. As the orgasm subsided, Emily reached down and urged Clare to climb up on top of her. Tummy to tummy, breasts to breasts, they laid there, arms around one another. Emily gently took Clare's head in her hands and brought their lips together in a tender kiss. When Emily pulled away from the kiss, she looked into Clare's eyes and said in a whispered voice " I love you." Hearing those words, Clare smiled down at her dearest friend, and in a soft voice that Emily would never ever forget, she said "Emily, I love you too, I have for a while." Jeanne Jeanne Monroe sat on the edge of an extra large bed, in the middle of a well-lit and airy bedroom. The bed was covered with deep purple silk sheets. She was dressed except for her shoes, which she was putting back on. Across the well appointed room, her friend Kimberlie was putting on a bra in front of a large mirror. The bra was expensive, as was most everything that Kimberlie owned. Her 44D breasts once more resting in the bra cups, she turned to Jeanne. "So, your daughter is having stirrings. She does know that you are a lesbian doesn't she?" Kimberlie asked. "I certainly thought she knew. But from what she said this morning, I'm not so sure." Jeanne said. "And with my grand daughter obviously enjoying another young lady." Jeanne paused. "What are you going to do?" Kimberlie said as she sat next to Jeanne and held out a hairbrush. Jeanne absently brushed Kimberlie's hair as she thought, before continuing. "She asked for my help, but I don't think she has any idea of the kind of help I can offer." "You'll have to be careful and take it slow. Wondering about another woman is one thing, Experimenting with a little touchy feely is another. Doing the touchy feely with her mother might be too much for her." Kimberlie said. "So, you've come to the same conclusion I have. It would be best coming from me rather than a stranger, no matter how well intentioned." Jeanne said flatly. "I'm just not sure how to begin." More Than Friendship and Family Monday morning saw both Clare and Emily back in classes at college. Clare had one late class on Tuesday and Emily had an evening class on Wednesday, making it difficult for the girls to see each other. They did chat on the phone and texted each, other that had some interesting, results. It's hard enough getting ready for a test when you get a message describing quite graphically how stiff your nipples are or how wet your panties have become. But with only a few more weeks of the term left and finals coming up, the girls started to make plans. This weekend they would be back at Emily's house, at least at night. Jeanne, also had plans this weekend. She had made up her mind about how to help her daughter Caroline. It was going to be an interesting couple of days. The End...For now Secret Hunger Ch. 03 Part Three – Fascination The reader is encouraged to read 'Secret Hunger' and 'Secret Hunger II' by Evie Zasse. And, as always, the author welcomes your comments. Clare and Emily have captured each other's hearts. They have professed their love for one another. Are they are ready to reveal their secret? Emily's mother Caroline saw Emily and Clare together one stormy night. She cannot get the image of the two girls out of her mind. She asked her mother for help with the stirrings she is feeling. Will she get what she wants or something else entirely? Caroline and Jeanne Wednesday afternoon Jeanne knocked on the back door of her daughter's house. When Caroline opened the door, Jeanne asked, "Are you alone?" "Yes, Emily isn't home from school yet, what's up?" Caroline asked in return. "Good, I need to talk to you, about the problem you asked me about." Jeanne said. "Yeah, look mom, I thought about it and maybe I should just leave it alone." Caroline said looking up at her mother. "Are you sure? You seemed pretty flustered the other day." Jeanne said. After a pause Caroline said, " Yes, I mean no, I mean. Oh hell I don't know what I mean." "Caroline, dear, if you want me to help, I will. But you have to understand that when I say I will help, I mean that 'I' will help. If you want to pursue these feeling that you are having, you need to really be sure because 'I' will be the one guiding you along. You will be experiencing those desires and craving with ME." Jeanne said at length. "You mean touching, and the rest with you, my own mother?" Caroline asked. "Would you rather learn from a complete stranger?" Jeanne asked in return. "No, It'd be better with you. Oh lord what am I saying. You're asking me to be intimate with my own mother. Caroline almost cried. "I'm not asking you anything. It's not like we're going to be lovers. I'm telling you, I can help you explore your feelings." Jeanne stated. "But, we will be like lovers. Isn't that what being a lesbian is?" Caroline asked. "Caroline, relax. I am lesbian, true. But I'm not a fanatic about it. I enjoy a man once in a while too. It's more accurate to say I am a bisexual." Jeanne said smiling. "And yes, if you want my help, we will be intimate with each other. But I'm not trying to seduce you." "I think I understand." Caroline said, still sounding puzzled. "Caroline, it's your decision, think about it." Jeanne said, and added "Call me in the next day or so when you make up your mind. I have this weekend free if you decide to start." Emily and Clare Wednesday evening, Clare was waiting in the college parking lot for Emily to get out of class. When Emily say her standing by her car, she ran the last few steps and stood as close as she could get to her friend. "How did it go?" Emily whispered in Clare's ear. "They'll be ready Saturday after lunch." Clare whispered back. "Are you sure that you want to do this?" Emily asked, knowing the answer before Clare could respond. "I'm positive. I had a talk with my mom and dad last night. They think you're terrific and they were actually kind of supportive." Clare said softly, stepping back a few inches so she could see Emily's face. Emily raised her hand and brushed a loose strand of Clare's hair back behind her ear. Clare threw her arms around Emily and they kissed tenderly. Several other students were walking through the parking lot, but the girls were past caring what others thought. Caroline Very early Thursday morning, about two a.m., Caroline picked up her cel phone and dialed. "Hi mom." Caroline said when her mother answered. "Are you alright dear? What's wrong?" Jeanne asked. "Nothing's wrong. I just couldn't sleep." Caroline said. "So, there must be a reason you woke me up so early." Jeanne prompted. In a small, soft voice Caroline asked. "Mom, do you think we could start this weekend, maybe Friday evening?" "Caroline, I'm happy that you've made your decision. This might be a turning point in your life. I'll be over about eight, after dinner." Jeanne told her daughter. Caroline had a difficult time getting back to sleep. In her mind she kept seeing Emily and Clare, and herself in the same scenario with her mother. The images were disturbing, and curiously compelling, almost erotic. Eventually she drifted off, thinking about the coming weekend. The hand moving on her belly felt warm. She roused, not daring to move. She kept her eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly. The hand moved lower, covering the short, downy pubic hair on her mound, Caroline's heart beat faster. She felt the hand rubbing over she slit and a single finger tracing that delicate opening. When the finger push between her pussy lips, she gasped and sat up. Caroline lifted her hand away from her body. She hadn't touched herself like that in some time. Jeanne Friday afternoon, Jeanne took a long leisurely bubble bath. She carefully shaved her legs and all the little places that ladies keep smooth including her slightly rounded pussy mound. She didn't think that her and Caroline would get anywhere near intimacy that evening, but she believed in leaving nothing to chance. As she lounged in the warm soapy water, she wondered how her daughter would react. What they were going to do had a name. A somewhat derogatory name called incest. That alone made an otherwise ordinary girl to girl encounter so much more tantalizing and exciting. Jeanne was going to make love to her own daughter soon. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became, until she surrendered to urges and slipped a finger between the puffy lips of her pussy and found her large clit. She flicked the sensitive bud with her fingernail and rubbed it with her finger until she was caught up in the orgasm that flooded through her body. She lay there for several minutes, letting the warm bath water relax her. She stepped out of the tub and into the shower to wash her hair and rinse the suds from her body. As she was toweling herself dry, she glanced into the large mirror above her dresser. She saw a handsome middle aged woman with largish, heavy breasts. She saw a pleasantly rounded ass, sturdy hips and two shapely legs. Not too bad for a sixty-two year old, she thought. Caroline Friday afternoon, Caroline paced back and forth in her living room. She had showered twice and was thinking about a third time. She sat on the sofa and stood up again all in one motion. Caroline was frightened and anxious. As the hours crept by, her thought became more and more focused on what it would be like being in bed with her mother. Talking about things that she hadn't even discussed with her late husband. How could she go through with this, it was crazy. Why was she having these visions, so sexual and graphic? She tried to be logical. Her mother was a lesbian. Her daughter was becoming a lesbian. Why couldn't she enjoy the touch of another woman too? Maybe it was in her genes or DNA or whatever they called it. She couldn't go ahead, it was wrong, especially with her mother. Why oh why was time dragging. She wanted to get started. She wanted to feel alive again. And she knew deep down inside, that her mother would show her the way. Clare and Emily Friday afternoon the girls met in the campus library. They sat at the same corner table they were at when they agreed to that first sleepover. With textbooks and note pads in front of them, they went through the motions of studying. Sitting close together no one could see them touching each other under the heavy table. And no one could hear the softly whispered voices. "What are we doing tonight." Emily asked. "I thought we might relax in your room, maybe watch a movie and order a pizza." Clare answered. "And what else?" Emily kidded, smiling mischievously "Well, now that you ask, I was thinking we could both use a shower." Clare said, winking at her friend. "We'd have to dry each other off." Emily responded. "I certainly wouldn't want to go to sleep with wet hair." Clare said, grinning broadly. As if on cue, both girls looked around, and seeing no one near, they turned to each other and shared a quick kiss. I kiss that hinted at things to come later in the evening. Jeanne Friday evening, Jeanne, dressed in a dark calf length summer dress and beige silk blouse, drove the few miles to her daughter's house. She thought about what Caroline might ask her and how she wanted to explain her own lifestyle. She had no doubts, calling on her own experiences, that she could calm Caroline's fears. But would her daughter willingly agree to be intimate with her. Caroline had more reservations about sex in general than she did; much less a taboo and sin like incest. The thought of being able to make love to Caroline brought a smile to Jeanne's face. Clare Clare drove the few block to Emily's house and parked in front. She looped the handle of her totebag over her shoulder, picked up a large pizza box, and walked up the walkway to the front porch. Emil was sitting on the front steps waiting for her. When she entered the house, Caroline greeted her with a warm hug and took the pizza into the kitchen. "Do you mind if we take our plates upstairs?" Clare asked. "I want to have Emily proofread an essay I have to hand in on Monday and then we can relax and put on a video." "Of course not." Caroline answered. "Go have fun. Emily's grandmother will be here soon and we'll chat for a while anyway. Caroline Caroline returned to the living room and tried to watch the television. She had calmed down, at least outwardly. She thought again about changing clothes and just as quickly decided her jeans and polo shirt were fine. She was startled when she heard the doorbell and almost tripped getting up to answer it. Jeanne and Caroline When Jeanne came in, she hugged her daughter and dropped her overnight bag near the door. She followed Caroline into the living room and watched she sat on the sofa. She asked about Emily, and after hearing that the girls were already upstairs, she sat down next to Caroline. "So. How do you feel?" Jeanne asked. "Fine I guess. I just don't know if I have it in me to, well, you know, this whole lesbian thing." Caroline said. "Let's start right there." Jeanne said taking her daughter's hand. "I want to be clear about this. I am not a lesbian and I don't think Clare and Emily are either." "But." Caroline started to say as Jeanne cut her off by holding up her hand. "I am bisexual. I prefer other women, but I most definitely enjoy being with a man occasionally." Jeanne said. "Real lesbians, if there really is such a thing, want nothing whatever to do with men. Most of the stories that you read, the pictures you see or the movies that you watch, are products of Hollywood. From what I have learned, probably one woman in four, at some time in their lives had an encounter with another woman. Some as teens, practicing how to kiss, some as college students, away from home for the first time and living with another girl. The point is, it's not that unusual." Jeanne said, waiting for Caroline's reaction. "So, I'm not going crazy thinking about this?" Caroline asked. "Not at all. If you have feelings for another woman, just find a way to talk to her about it. She may feel the same way about you. But you'll never know unless you try." Jeanne said. "Well how about those mental pictures I have of Clare and Emily when I substitute you and me," Caroline asked, the words catching in her throat. "That's just your mind playing games. But if those feeling are real, that's a totally different thing." Jeanne said. "I know, it's dirty to even think about." Caroline said softly, "But." And her voice trailed off. "Caroline, when you think about that, how does it make you feel. I mean are you scared that you wouldn't like it, or scared that you would?" Jeanne asked. "I don't know. How would you feel?" Caroline threw the question back at her mother. "Caroline. It's a mother's instinct to nurture and protect her children, especially girls. You know that from having Emily. You hold them to your breasts to give them life. You cuddle them, keep them warm and talk softly to them. If that is all you and I did, would it be dirty?" Jeanne asked. "No, I suppose not." Caroline answered. " So what do you think would make it dirty, to use your words?" Jeanne asked, looking straight at her daughter. "You, know, sex." Caroline said. "You mean kissing?" That doesn't sound too bad. Or do you mean touching each other's bodies. I'm touching you right now and it doesn't seem to bother you." Jeanne said, squeezing Caroline's hand. "Mom, you know exactly what I mean. Getting each other aroused sexually." Caroline said. "Well, it seems to me that you need to look deep inside of yourself and see if that is something that you want to do. I won't say that it's wrong or right. You're an adult. But whatever you decide, I will always be here for you." Jeanne said, and she mentally crossed her fingers. Clare and Emily Clare did give Emily an essay to proofread. While she was reading, Clare carefully got undressed, folding her clothes neatly and setting them on the desk chair. She then walked quietly over to the bed where Emily was reading, and sat down next to her. It took less than a minute for the essay to fall on the floor. Emily stood up and got undressed as she watched Clare move to the center of the bed. Emily crawled across the bed, her soft, ample breasts hanging down as she moved. Emily positioned herself so that her breasts were directly above Clare's face. She bent down slightly, letting her breasts rub across Clare's lips, teasingly. Clare opened her mouth and found one of Emily's nipples. She sucked greedily causing Emily to moan in pleasure. After a tantalizing few minutes, Emily moved further down Clare's body. She wound up lying next to her, but in the opposite direction. Clare put her hands around Emily's ass, and inched forward to lick her moist pussy. Emily in turn moved closer to Clare's pussy and started to suck on her bald mound. It didn't take long for both girls to start moving their hips as their orgasms built up and peaked. All at once, Emily got up and went to the door. She listened for a moment and went back to the bed where she took Clare by the hand. Together, naked, they quickly walked the few steps down the hall to the bathroom. With the door locked, both girls got into the shower. The cascading warm water felt great. The soapy hands washing each other's bodies felt even better. Slippery, sudsy finger traced soapy outlines on aureoles and nipples. They found there way between pussy lips and butt cracks. But finally the girls rinsed off, toweled each other dry, and made their way back to Emily's bedroom. Jeanne and Caroline "Caroline. If you don't mind, let me try a little experiment." Jeanne said. "I want you to close your eyes. I'm going to kiss you lightly on the lips and I want you to tell me how it made you feel." "Ok, I can do that." Caroline said. Jeanne leaned forward and kissed her daughter, letting her lips linger for just a second. "So. What did you feel?" Jeanne asked. "Just the kiss." Caroline said. "No, inside. How did it make your body feel?" Jeanne asked. "Was in unpleasant?" "I don't know." Caroline said. "Well tell me this. Was it unpleasant enough that you don't want to do it again?" Jeanne asked. "Honestly, no. It wasn't that bad." Caroline admitted. "Ok, one more thing and we'll call it a night. We're both tired. Ok?" Jeanne said. "Close your eyes again." Jeanne said. Jeanne kissed her daughter again, just like the first time. But she also lifted her hand and gently touched one of Caroline's breasts through her clothes. When she leaned back, she left her hand in place, She watched Caroline open her eyes and felt one of her hands cover hers, holding it on her breast. To Be Continued