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Welcome to My World

By: KatieAnnBB



So. I visited the story discussion forum and stumbled on a thread asking why there weren't more mother/daughter stories. That got me thinking...and this is the result.

This is much more a love story than an erotic story, and therefore the "preliminaries" are likely too long for some people's tastes. I do, though, think there has to be some plausible rationale for the characters to do what they do, especially in incest stories. In any case, it doesn't really matter. I couldn't have written this any other way.

Writing this story was difficult. I cried as I wrote a couple of the scenes. But, thanks to a couple of martinis and some hugs from a very special person, I got it done.

I hope you like it. If nothing else, know that it's an honest attempt at putting some thoughts and feelings down on paper. Or electrons.

Kate

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Danielle hesitated, frustrated with her inability to express herself. 

"Why am I such a wimp?" she asked herself for the umpteenth time. Mackenzie, oblivious to her friend's turmoil, chattered on aimlessly. 

"Jeez, Dannie," she was saying, "isn't this a gorgeous view?" As she spoke she gestured out over the gorge, glowing in the amber light of the sunset.

"Yeah...it's pretty amazing," Danielle responded softly. She looked down at the ground, then she rested her hand on her friend's arm. "Mac," she said even more softly, "there's something I need to tell you."

Mackenzie reached up and took Danielle's hand and smiled, even though she knew what was coming. She was a true blue friend and nothing would ever change that...even what she feared was about to be an awkward conversation. She just looked at Danielle and let her speak her piece.

"Mac," Dannie began, "I...I...you know that I will always be your friend." She knew that was lame, but it was a start. Mackenzie just smiled and nodded.

"Dannie," she interrupted, "I will always be your friend, too. No matter what." She saw Danielle smile. "That's right. No matter how perverted you are. I'll always be your friend." That broke the tension and both girls laughed.

"So, like, you know what I'm trying to say?" Danielle asked.

"Well, if you're trying to say that you want to get in my pants, yeah. I got that idea a while back," Mac giggled. Then she got serious. "And it doesn't matter, Dannie. I'm not inclined in that direction, and I'm really sorry about that, but it doesn't mean that I'm not your best friend."

Danielle looked down sadly. "I know," she said glumly, "I'm so...I don't know...I can't fit in with anyone...especially girls that I..." she broke off, shook her head, then plunged in again. 

"Oh goddammit Mac, can't you just kiss me?" she finally blurted out.

Mackenzie looked at her friend silhouetted against the beautiful sunset. The light seemed to radiate from her, and for some reason she just looked so...

"Oh what the hell," Mackenzie said, turning to face Danielle, "Do it." Danielle just gaped at her. "I mean it," Mac said firmly, "Go for it. Kiss me. We'd better get this out of our systems before we're roommates, don't you think?"

"Yes, I do," Danielle said, taking Mac in her arms. The first kiss was tentative, more like a quick peck. But the hug was deep, full and warm. The second kiss had more staying power, and the ones that followed definitely picked up steam. Eventually, Mac got into French kissing and surprised herself at how much she enjoyed it. Finally, they paused to come up for air.

"See," Danielle said triumphantly, "you do like it."

"Yes I do," Mac said, smiling. "The problem is that I like boys. A lot. Like really a lot."

Dannie giggled. "You're just one of those kind of girls, Mac. Boys are icky. You know they only want one thing."

Mac laughed. "Yeah," she replied. "And I want that too. It's pretty awesome, Dannie, you need to try it. You might be a convert."

"No fucking way," Danielle said with disgust. "The male animal is not made for me. I'll just wait until you see the light, Mac."

They hugged and headed back to campus. It had been a wonderful weekend for the girls. Mackenzie and Danielle had been the two stars of their high school hockey team and Mac had graduated last year. She was recruited to the college's women's hockey team and Danielle was set to follow her. 

A knee injury in Danielle's senior season had led to a year off, and she decided to stay at home to work and rehab in familiar surroundings. She had fully recovered, though, and everything was set for her to start in the fall, so she came up to see a game and visit the campus.

All too soon, it was time for Danielle to head home. When they parted, the girls kissed again. "I love you," Danielle whispered in Mackenzie's ear. Mac just ruffled her hair gently.

"Take care, Dannie," she said. "Say hi to coach Ellen and your mom for me."

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"Thanks for everything, Ellen," Janice said. "You've been so...understanding and helpful with Dannie."

The coach smiled and took another sip of her wine. "Janice, it's not unheard-of that women athletes are attracted to other women. I understand that very well," she said simply.

"I never really thought about it in that way," Janice said. "I mean that's the stereotype, but..." her voice trailed off as she recalled sitting in the stands at one of the high school games and overhearing one young man referring to Danielle's team as the FLAs—Future Lesbians of America—to the uproarious laughter of his buddies. Knowing that Dannie was attracted to other girls more than boys had made that remark seem particularly cruel and hurtful.

Looking a bit sad, Janice continued, "...but I assumed that Dannie was just going through a phase. I mean, we all went through the phase of having crushes on our girlfriends...we just outgrow them eventually."

"Janice," Ellen said evenly, "most girls don't go through that phase." She looked directly at Janice before continuing, "and some of us never outgrow it."

"You mean that you..." Janice began.

"Yes. Of course," Ellen said simply. "I assumed that you knew."

"Well, um...I guess...I mean I've never seen you with...well, anyone, I guess," Janice responded.

"Janice, I'm not 'with' anyone at the moment," Ellen replied, "but that's not the point. I understand what Danielle is trying to cope with—and it can be very difficult for an 18-year old. It doesn't make it any easier that her closest friends are all involved with boys—she's always been the oddball socially. I just want you to know that I'll support her in any way that I can."

Janice reached out and squeezed Ellen's hand. "Thank you for that," she said sincerely, "It means a lot." Ellen turned her hand over and interlocked her fingers with Janice's. The contact was electric for both of them.

Janice couldn't understand what she was feeling. Yes, of course she was very grateful for the coach's support of her daughter. But there was more. The strong, even gaze—the lean, powerful body. Overall, a very commanding person...but still...a woman. 

Janice felt as though she were under a spell. They were simply holding hands, but feelings that she had rarely experienced were surging through her. Her mind drifted back as she struggled to make sense of what she was feeling.

She had been divorced for several years. The marriage to Carl had been a mistake for both of them. She had loved him, but had never been "in love" with him. She didn't know if he had ever been in love with her, but he had been so nice and respectful that she could hardly say no when he proposed. Besides, everyone told her what a perfect man he was. She felt like she would have been making a huge mistake not to say yes...it would have been like passing up a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

In the marriage, he continued to be very nice and respectful. And boring. In every way. He was hardly a sex fiend, but their married life had got to the point that she dreaded the twice-a-week mating ritual. She could still remember how it always ended with him grunting like a rutting animal and her feeling violated. She wondered why some women seemed to enjoy it. In any case, she gravitated to a circle of friends who shared strategies for managing the problem of their husbands' desire for sex.

Once Danielle had got into high school, he had moved out and that was that. Her friends kept trying to set her up with dates, but she hadn't been interested. The guys were all depressingly the same. Besides, she had many friends, and enjoyed being around them. And she had learned that romance just wasn't for her...

...except now, her head was swimming and she felt like a school girl again.

"Earth to Janice, Earth to Janice, come in please," she heard Ellen's voice as if from a distance, calling her back to reality. Her voice had a magical lilt to it.

"I'm sorry...I think I was daydreaming," Janice said, blushing.

"That's ok," Ellen chuckled. "It's been a long day, and I think we're both tired. Shall we call it a night?"

As they stopped outside the restaurant to say goodbye, Ellen extended her hand. Janice grasped it, but then, impulsively, reached out to hug her. She caught herself in mid-hug, though, and stopped.

Ellen laughed again. "It's ok," she said lightly, "I don't bite." Seeing Janice still hesitating she continued, laughing, "and lesbianism isn't contagious, Janice. You won't catch any dyke cooties if you hug me."

Realizing how ridiculous she seemed, Janice gave in and wrapped her arms around Ellen. "Thanks again for everything," she said, squeezing the slender woman tightly.

Driving home, Janice couldn't get the memory of the physical contact with Ellen out of her mind. It haunted her even in her dreams.

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"So it sounds like it was a great trip," Janice said after hearing Dannie's excited account of her exploits. "You're still sure that's where you want to go."

"Oh yeah, mom. It's a beautiful campus and the team is amazing," her daughter replied excitedly, "and you know it's a great school...we couldn't afford it if I went on my own...and they've given me a scholarship."

Janice nodded. "I just want to be sure that you're not just going there because of...because of that girl." In spite of her best intentions, she almost spat out "that girl."

"What do you mean?" Danielle asked, hurt. "Mackenzie? Mom, that's not even fair." She felt tears welling in her eyes. "I...I...you don't even understand..." she turned away, again unable to find the right words to explain how she felt.

Janice knew that her comment was unfair and hurtful as soon as she spoke. When she saw the pain in her daughter's face, she wanted to die. 

"I'm sorry, honey, I really am. It's just that..." she paused, searching for words, and she also felt tears begin to run down her cheeks. "It's just...I don't want you to be unhappy...with...you know..." She began crying, and covered her face with her hands.

Danielle was confused. She was hurt, but she loved her mother and hated to see her cry. She reached out and hugged her. "It's ok mom. I'm really happy. Honest I am."

"I know you are, honey. It's just hard to know that... that... Oh Dannie, I can't even talk about it," she said, sniffling. "I can't understand how you can choose..." her voice trailed off and she began crying again. 

Finally, something clicked in Danielle's brain: for the first time she felt like it was time to stop crying and apologizing for who she was. She sat up, wiped the tears from her face and looked at her mother.

"Ok mom. Look," she said. "I don't know how to put this delicately, so I'll just say it. You know how girls think boys are icky...and then you get to be a certain age and you think they're cute?" She paused and looked down, taking a deep breath.

"Well, I never got to that stage," she continued, "Boys are still pretty icky to me—just like when I was a little girl. But girls—well, when I'm around certain girls I feel...I can't explain it...I feel like all the lyrics of all the love songs I've ever heard." She saw her mother scowl.

"So you're telling me what?" Janice asked bitterly, "that you're gay?" Danielle didn't back down. 

"If a label helps you to understand me, then color me gay—pink, I guess. But honestly mom, I just want to follow my heart...I NEED to follow my heart. If I have wonderful, loving feelings for a woman, well, that's where I want to be. If someday I would have those feelings for a guy, well, I guess that's where I'd be just as well." 

She paused, and her mother could see the frustration and anguish she felt. In spite of her prejudices, Janice felt her heart soften at the sight of her little girl being in such pain.

"Mom, It's not like choosing a college," Danielle continued, "Can you understand? Please? I'm just trying to listen to my heart and to respect what I feel. This isn't about what I've chosen. It's about who I am."

Janice was torn. She wanted her little Dannie to be happy. And she was so proud of her for having the courage to be true to herself. "But", Janice thought, "this attraction for other women is surely just a passing phase." 

Then she remembered holding hands and hugging with Ellen. Apparently the coach had had a point—it did take a long time to grow out of that phase. Perhaps a whole lifetime... 

"Oh my God," Janice thought, "what if it's a case of 'like mother, like daughter?' Or more accurately, 'like daughter, like mother...'" she chuckled mirthlessly.

"What's so funny?" Danielle asked.

"Nothing's funny," her mother replied, once again crying.

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The Christmas holiday was filled with the usual hustle and bustle, along with a tournament for the club team that Danielle was playing on during her "off year." Mackenzie was home and came to the first game, and Coach Ellen came along as well. Mac and Ellen chattered away like professional scouts, discussing the game and Danielle's play. Disappointingly, Dannie's team lost in the closing seconds, but Janice gathered that both Mac and the coach were impressed with her play.

She invited them over for some pizza after the game and they both eagerly accepted—it would be the first time they had all been together in almost a year. They ordered a pizza and the girls skittered around like a pair of puppies—so happy to see each other that they could hardly contain themselves.

Ellen and Janice sat on the sofa and talked quietly, amused at the antics of the girls. Janice was again amazed at how she felt drawn to Ellen—she was so easy to talk with that the time seemed to fly by. 

After dinner, the girls cleaned up and did the dishes. As Ellen talked, Janice glanced into the kitchen—just in time to see her daughter wrap her arms around Mackenzie from behind. Mackenzie pretended to struggle for a second, then turned and gave Danielle a kiss—on the mouth.

"Janice, what's wrong," Ellen asked in a concerned voice.

"Nnn...nothing...what do you mean?" Janice replied, crossly.

"Your face. You look like something upset you," Ellen said carefully.

"No. Nothing happened," Janice said firmly. "Nothing at all." She stood up. "Excuse me just a second, Ellen, I'm going to get some more wine." Picking up her glass, she headed into the kitchen.

"Dannie, can I talk to you for a minute," she said.

"Sure mom, what's up?" asked Danielle, still giggling with Mackenzie.

"Mackenzie, I need to talk with Danielle alone for a bit, would you excuse us?" Janice said. Her tone of voice stopped the giggling instantly.

"Of course," Mackenzie said quickly. "I'll just go in the living room." As she left, Danielle could see her and Ellen exchanging puzzled glances.

"Ok, mom, now that we've made a scene, what's the problem?" Danielle asked.

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady," her mother replied fiercely. "If you think that you're going to turn this house into a...a playpen for...for you and your little playmate you've got another thing coming. You may not have any more self-respect that to carry on like that in front of other people, but I'm not going to sit still for it," she paused, but anger was still visible in her eyes.

Danielle was mild-mannered by nature, but, as many opponents had learned to their sorrow, she had a hard core. And she was not one to back down from a fight.

"A what?" she retorted, "A playpen? For me and Mackenzie? What the hell have you been drinking?" As she spoke, her voice got louder until it attracted the attention of Ellen and Mackenzie in the living room. 

"I actually have a lot of self-respect, and, incidentally, respect for our guests, too—which you seem to lack. Where do you get off sending Mackenzie into the living room so you can lay some homophobic rant on me? You're not the only one who won't 'sit still for it,' mother darling," she shouted. Janice had never seen her this furious.

The two women faced each other, eyes blazing. By now, Ellen and Mackenzie had come into the kitchen, afraid they would come to blows.

"Hi everyone," Danielle said lightly, "We were just discussing why queer people aren't going to be welcome in our house. Right, mom?"

Mackenzie sniggered. Ellen had the self-control to simply smile and say, "Maybe we've had enough for one evening. I think we all could probably use some rest."

Janice, coming to her senses, stood, mortified. "No. Please. Don't go," she said softly.

"Janice, it's been a long day, and I think everyone is just a little frazzled," Ellen said gently, laying her hand on Janice's arm. Janice grasped her hand and held it tightly.

"Ellen, please. Please don't go...I don't know...Oh, I'm so sorry Dannie," she said, just before dissolving in tears. 

Ellen gently put her arm around Janice, saying, "Let's go sit on the sofa, shall we?" Then turning to the girls she added, "Maybe you guys can just hang out here. I think Janice is going to need some quiet time."

"Yeah. Sure thing," Mac said softly, adding, "Dannie, it's ok. Really. It's ok."

"I wish I could apologize for my mom," Danielle said grimly, "She acted like a dick." The girls sat at the breakfast bar.

"Yeah. She did. What did she call me...your 'little playmate?' That's rich," Mac quipped.

"Really. It would be ok if you actually would fucking PLAY with me...but no," Danielle said glumly, "Nothing doing. So we get one fucking hug, and I'm all of a sudden the Dyke Whore of the Century. Go figure."

"Don't complain, you got a kiss, too," quipped Mac. They both giggled. "Hey," she added, "dwok. It sort of has a ring to it. Dannie Dwok."

"What the fuck are you blathering about? What's a dwok?" asked Dannie, still a bit angry.

"Dyke Whore of the Century. You know, it's an acronym like NASA or something. D...W...O...C. Dwok," Mac explained. "Dannie Dwok."

"Great," sighed Danielle, resting her chin on her hand glumly.

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An hour later, the girls were yawning with fatigue, but the hum of voices continued unabated in the living room.

"Mac, I think I need to go to bed," yawned Danielle, "I can't stay awake any more." 

"I know. Me too," said Mackenzie sleepily. "I hope I can stay awake long enough to get home."

"Why don't you just stay here?" Danielle said. "You can stay in the guest room." Then she got an evil gleam in her eye, "Or, you could sleep with me. I've got a double bed. I'd keep you nice and warm."

"Go to hell," said Mackenzie, playfully slapping Dannie's arm. "You only have one thing on YOUR mind, too. You're worse than a boy."

"Fuck you," giggled Danielle. "My mother calls me a whore, and now my best friend thinks I'm a lech. Jesus. I'm going to bed for sure. C'mon. I'll get you a towel and some clean sheets." She led the way as the girls headed upstairs.

As they passed through the living room, Danielle saw that her mom was in better shape. "Mom, Mackenzie is really tired—so am I—so I said she could stay in the guest room. Ok?" 


Welcome to My World Ch. 02



It's been a while, but finally some characters came knocking on my door wanting to get their lives back. Since they are two of my favorites, I decided to oblige them.

This is a sequel to "Welcome to My World," and some of it will make more sense if you read that story first—but it should work ok as a stand-alone in a pinch. No tears this time, but like its predecessor it's an honest attempt to get at some feelings that creep out every so often.

Enjoy. 

Kate

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"Oh God. Fuck me harder you son of a bitch! Fuck me harder!"

Danielle froze, her hand on the doorknob. That was Mackenzie's voice she heard wailing from their apartment. Then there was silence, except for soft groans and the regular, banging sound that could only be one thing. 

Then, nauseatingly, she heard IT, the grunting, rutting thing that was violating her dearest friend. It had an animalistic, guttural growl as it assaulted beautiful, sweet Mackenzie. The banging increased in intensity and It growled as it banged away, brutalizing the young woman. Finally, with a groan and a gasp, Mackenzie surrendered.

"Oh—My—God. Right there. Yes—Harder—Fuck—Do it." Then there was a longer pause, and when Mackenzie next spoke, her voice had the same harsh, growling quality of It. She had been pummeled into total submission.

"Oh, Jesus Christ. You're going to fucking make me come. Yes. Yes. Don't stop. Make me come, baby, do me. Ohhh, fucking God... Ahhhhhh," Mackenzie cried out as she achieved her release. The animal howled and grunted its satisfaction seconds afterward. It sounded like a wolf baying at the moon at the conclusion of a successful hunt.

Danielle's legs felt weak, and she sat down in the hallway, dazed. It wasn't as though she didn't know that Mackenzie liked guys—or had sex. On the contrary, Mac had a reputation for getting around, and the two friends never hid anything from each other. But this—like this? Like an animal being raped?

As Danielle sat there, trying to process what she had heard, tears welled in her eyes. She felt foolish. She didn't even know why she was crying—or why she was disgusted. She realized that she didn't understand herself or her friend very well at all...

Suddenly the door opened, and she saw Pete from the men's hockey team.

"That was awesome, Mac, really an awesome date. Let's do it again," he said giving her a hug in his awkward boy way.

"Anytime, handsome," giggled Mackenzie, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Pete closed the door, and headed down the hall, almost tripping over Danielle.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, Danielle—I didn't see you," he apologized.

"That's ok. I was just hanging out. It probably wasn't a great idea to sit in the hallway," Danielle said softly. "Have a good night," she said as he waved and headed off.

Pete had always seemed like a really nice guy and he had always been good to her. A lot of the men's players gave the women a hard time. They especially tormented the freshmen women players, but Pete had always been cool with her and included her in everything. 

That made it especially hard to fathom how he could violate someone the way he... How he could do—what he did to Mackenzie. Was he such a lust-filled animal that he couldn't see how sweet and beautiful she was?

She was jolted back to reality as the door opened again and Mackenzie's blonde head peeked out. "Um. I saw you sitting out here when Pete left. Were you going to spend the whole night in the hallway?" she asked quietly. Then she added, "There's a perfectly good bedroom in here, you know."

Wordlessly, Danielle grabbed her backpack and sullenly headed into the apartment. She went straight to her room, dumped her books on a chair and slammed the door. She heard the shower start as Mac performed her usual post-sex ablution.

Since the beginning of the year, Danielle had been surprised and horrified to find out that her best friend slept with almost every guy she met. She had quite a reputation among the men's hockey team, and at one time or another about every player had found his way to their apartment and to Mac's bedroom.

Danielle couldn't understand her friend. Of course, Dannie had a crush on her that wasn't reciprocated—but it wasn't just that Mac liked men. Why didn't she just get a boyfriend—God knows, she had her choice of them. Why sleep with every random guy she met? It was frustrating and hurtful to Dannie that this woman who she cared about—this women she loved—could be so casual about sharing her beautiful body and soul with every skanky guy she ran across.

Several minutes later, the shower stopped and soft footsteps padded through the apartment. After a time, there was a soft knock on Dannie's door. She buried her head under the pillow and ignored it. The knock was repeated. Finally, the door opened a crack and Mackenzie spoke. She sounded upset.

"Dannie? I'd like to talk to you, ok?" Mackenzie asked softly, then closed the door. Hearing the sadness in her friend's voice softened Dannie's heart and she felt ashamed of how she was behaving. She got up and opened her bedroom door. The apartment was dark and silent. 

She paused, listening, then saw the light coming from under Mac's closed door. Crossing the hall, she knocked softly. The response was immediate.

"Come on in," Mac invited. Danielle opened the door and entered. 

Mac was in her robe, sitting on her bed with downcast eyes. Without looking up, Mac said, "What the hell..." Then she saw Danielle's red eyes and tear-streaked face, and stopped in mid-sentence. There was a long silence between the two friends.

Mac altered her question to "Oh. So it's like that. How long were you in the hallway?" 

"Long enough," answered Danielle glumly. "You guys were really going at it."

Mackenzie harrumphed. "Yeah. We were. He's a great guy and wow—he knows all about what to do with a girl. That part was really good. But, Dannie..." Mac paused, blinking away a few tears of her own. "Anyway, Dannie, I want to apologize. I'm really sorry. We—I—didn't think you'd be home for hours. You said you were going to be gone, so I thought maybe YOU had a date or something. Anyway, I'm sorry you had to sit out there in the hallway like that. I mean, while we..."

"How could you think I had a date, Mac?" Danielle asked bitterly. "You know there's only one fucking girl on this entire campus I want to date, and she's, um, otherwise inclined unfortunately." A look of pain crossed Mackenzie's face.

Now it was Danielle's turn to read her friend's expression. "Oh goddam fucking hell," she grumped, plopping down next to Mackenzie. "I'm so in love with you that I don't know what to do—and it's not your fault that you're straight. I'm just acting like a jealous ass instead of a friend." She stopped and looked a Mackenzie, who had brightened up and was now smiling. 

"Don't laugh at me," Dannie scolded.

"I'm not laughing at you. It's the 'it's not your fault that you're straight' thing. Usually that's not considered a serious flaw," Mac quipped.

"Oh fuck you anyway," Dannie said, now smiling herself. "It IS a flaw. Anyway, I'm trying to just be your friend, Mac, I really am—but I have these other feelings for you, and—fuck—when I heard you and Pete, I just... I don't know. I just got really upset—sad—then angry. Then... Then—er, I don't know—I don't know how I feel—I mean, I know you have to have your own life—but, well—I don't know any fucking thing any more. I just..." she abruptly broke off as she felt herself becoming upset again.

Instinctively, Mackenzie reached out and hugged her, holding her close. Danielle lay in her arms for a few moments, then wrapped her arms around Mac and returned the hug. They raised their heads and looked into each other's eyes. Mackenzie smiled, and then Danielle smiled too.

"You're a fucking mess," Mackenzie scolded with mock sternness.

"I am. I need a psychiatrist," Danielle replied.

"No, you nitwit. I mean your face is a mess," Mac giggled, wiping away the tears. "You're never going to get any love if you go around with a messy face."

"I'm never going to get any love anyway," Dannie said, softly, "so there. It doesn't matter. Besides you get enough love for both of us." For some reason, that seemed funny to Mackenzie and she sniggered. "Hey, don't make fun of my emotional turmoil," Dannie complained in a pouty voice, "I'm vulnerable."

"Oh Jesus Christ. You're supposed to be a fucking dyke hockey player. Can't you get your role stereotypes straight?" Mac asked and burst out laughing. For some reason that struck Danielle as hysterically funny and she began laughing too. They rolled around on the bed, hugging and laughing like schoolgirls. Finally they stopped and looked in each other's eyes again. "I think we really are friends, you know," Mac said softly.

"For life. For our entire fucking lives," Dannie agreed. Her eyes softened and she began to speak, then held back. Mac smiled again.

"Yes. Yes you can. I think I owe you one." Mac said softly.

"How did you know what I was going to ask?" Danielle queried.

"Because you always ask if you can kiss me at times like this. I'm getting used to it."

"Ok. But you owe me two, not one."

"Fuck. Fine. Two then. Just remember that a male was kissing this same mouth about an hour ago. You might get boy cooties," Mac teased.

"I'll take my chances. Besides, you brushed your teeth. That gets rid of boy cooties," Danielle said, as their mouths met. The first kiss was long, lingering and soft. The second was longer, more lingering and much, much more intense. A third and fourth followed. 

When they came up for air Danielle saw that Mac's brow was furrowed. "What's wrong?" she asked, "you look bothered."

Mac wrinkled her nose. "No. I'm just trying to figure out about our kisses. They seem to be getting longer."

"That's not a problem for me," Dannie said. "Are they too long for you?"

"I'm not sure," Mac replied.

"Well, you probably need more research then," Danielle said. They kissed deeply and for a long time—until they both worried that it was too long. When they parted, Danielle's face was flushed. 

Mackenzie's robe had slipped open and her body was visible to her friend. Dannie gazed down at her body, admiring its beauty. Mac didn't try to hide herself, and in that moment Dannie realized that Mac never hid anything from her-the good, the bad and the ugly were all there for her to see. 

The two women lay together just looking into each other's eyes. Neither of them spoke, not wanting to break the spell that had enveloped them. Finally, Danielle got up.

"Where are you going?" Mac asked.

"To my room—I'm going to explode if I stay here with you," Dannie said in a husky voice. 

"Going to explode?" Mac asked questioningly.

"Yeah. Explode." Dannie said dryly. "Some of us haven't been as, um, active as others this evening. I need to, shall we say, take care of a problem."

"Oh. Wow—I see." Mac said, smiling and rising. Then she added coyly, "Think of me." Her robe fell completely open, but Danielle was already out the door.

"Who the fuck else?" Dannie said, closing the door behind herself. "Who the fuck else?"

A few minutes later Mackenize heard her friend's bed begin to creak. She listened for a minute, then pulled off her robe and began masturbating too. They climaxed at almost the same time.

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By spring break, the girls were delighted to have survived almost an entire year of school. After the academic stresses, an intense hockey season and their yo-yo relationship they were both ready for some R and R.

Coach Ellen had moved in with Danielle's mom, Janice, and they were now accepted as a couple. They invited the girls to stay with them during the break, and both Dannie and Mac were excited to spend time with the older women. Danielle lobbied for them to stay in the same room, but after a lot of conversation, the girls opted for separate rooms. That led to some conversations between Ellen and Janice, too, but in the end everyone thought it felt right.

Ellen and Janice also had some long conversations about Danielle. Even though she had enjoyed exploring her sexuality with her daughter, Janice was committed to Ellen and she was encouraging Danielle to date girls at school. She knew that Danielle needed to meet other women to get her past her romantic feelings for Mackenzie. 

Dannie and Mac's relationship was complex, to say the least. Their friendship was deep and abiding—but the underlying tension was palpable at times. Ellen and Janice decided, though, that their best role was to welcome them, support them—and to let them figure things out for themselves.

To help the situation, Ellen suggested that while Danielle was home they could visit some places to meet gay women and, hopefully, to broaden Danielle's horizons a bit.

For the first couple of days, Mackenzie just hung out at the house when they went on their forays. She was happy to have the time to herself, and certainly didn't expect them to entertain her 100% of the time. But on the third day, when they were talking about going to another bar, Mac decided she had had enough time alone in the house, so she decided to go along. That was fine with everyone—especially Danielle—so later that evening the four of them entered The Rubiyat.

As soon as they entered, they could see it was a very cool place. The décor was campy Middle Eastern, riffing on Rick's café in "Casablanca." They almost expected to hear Sam playing "As Time Goes By" with Bogart himself standing by the bar.

But of course, Sam and Bogey were men and that was one thing the "Rube" did not have. From the dance floor to the bartenders to the customers there were women—and only women—of all shapes, sizes, ages and types.

Ellen coached them along toward a table. "The bar here is a real meat market, but the tables are usually pretty quiet," she told them. "Besides, we don't look like we're out cruising or anything—we should be pretty well left alone." Janice gave her a questioning look and Ellen quipped, "What do you think I did before I met you? Live in a convent? I know every lesbian hangout within 100 miles." They all laughed, sat, and took in the scene. 

Ellen, Janice and Danielle were pretty well used to the variety of "looks" supplied by the patrons, but this was all new to Mackenzie. She tried not to stare at the wild clothing, chains and piercings that some of the women flaunted. She also did several double-takes, marveling at how much like guys some of the women could look. It didn't take long for her to understand that her friends were pretty sedate by comparison. 

Ellen had worn her favorite jeans and Wildfang shirt. Neither Janice nor Danielle owned any tomboy-label clothing, so they had just worn some nice casual clothes. Mac, thinking to maintain a low profile had on her "Give Blood Play Hockey" t-shirt, jeans and Keds. Her inadvertent tomboy style quickly had her on the receiving end of some lingering looks, especially from some older dykes. Danielle noticed and felt a little pang of jealously, but then realized that Mac could care less about the other women.

Finally Mac asked, "Can a girl get a beer here? Where is the waiter?" After looking around a bit more it became clear that the bar was the only place to get drinks that evening.

"No waiters tonight. Looks like we'll have to go to the bar to get drinks. I'll do that," Ellen observed.

"I'll help you carry them. I don't want my beer spilled," Mac giggled, following her. Ellen shrugged.

"Just stay near me, ok?" she said and headed toward the bar.

The bar was jammed. Although a few folks were there to get drinks, the main activity was women trying to either pick up or get picked up by other women. As a female athlete, Mac was no stranger to gay women, and she had seen a fair amount of the world. Even so, she was still amazed at some of the get-ups, hairstyles and piercings. She stood, entranced, as she took in the scene around her. She didn't notice that, as Ellen wedged her way forward and tried to get the attention of the bartender, they were becoming separated.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grasp her shoulder and gently but firmly turn her around. Thinking it was Danielle playing a prank, she turned. But it wasn't Dannie. She found herself face-to-face with what seemed to be the only guy in the place. But—wait...

"Hey. I'm Dee. What's your name?" Mac heard a low, but definitely female voice say. She looked more closely. Dee wore baggy jeans and sneakers, t-shirt and leather vest, accessorized with several chains. She had a pierced nose and lip, and her hair was so short that she was almost bald. But it was her eyes. Jet-black and intense, and they seemed to bore right through everything. Mac found herself captured by them, strangely drawn in to the man-woman standing before her.

"Um. I'm Mackenzie," she answered awkwardly.

"Well, Mackenzie, it's good to meet you." Still holding her shoulder, Dee looked her up and down slowly, obviously checking out every inch of her. Mac was mesmerized by Dee's intensity and stood motionless, except for quivering slightly. She felt herself being drawn into a place she had never been. It seemed very dark.

Dee moved her hand to Mac's cheek, softly caressing her as the coal-black eyes held her transfixed. Mac saw the eyes dart from her eyes to her mouth and back. She had danced this dance with Dannie enough to know all the steps—she was about to be kissed. Oddly, she felt herself yearning for it—but not here...not like this. She was overwhelmed and confused, but knew that she had no chance of resisting what was about to...

"Hi there! Hey, excuse me, but she's with me," Mac heard Ellen's voice rising over the din. Ellen's strong arm encircled her shoulders and gently drew her away from Dee's caress. 

"My God, I leave you alone for two minutes and you go getting into trouble," Ellen playfully scolded her. "I need some help with these beers, ok?" Mac blushed crimson and nodded sheepishly.

Dee made a wry face. "Sorry, hun. She didn't look attached," she told Ellen. "I didn't mean to intrude."

"No worries," Ellen assured her. "She's a real handful."

"I can see," came the reply. "But I bet she's totally worth it. Have fun." And with a wink, Dee vanished into the crowd.

As they grabbed the beers and headed back to the table, Mac said to Ellen, "Thanks. I'm still not quite sure what happened back there."

"You were in the process of being seduced," Ellen answered lightly. "Sorry to intrude, but I needed help with the beer." They both snickered at that.

When the arrived back at the table Danielle and her mom were laughing and holding hands. "Where have you guys been?" Janice asked.

"Getting into trouble," Ellen replied with a laugh. Mackenzie blushed again and took a long slug of her beer. Dannie looked at her quizzically.

"I'll tell you later. It was weird," Mac whispered.

They spent a couple of hours drinking beer and chatting, just taking in the scene and people—well, let's be honest—dyke watching. Finally, slightly buzzed and having had their fill of the vibe they headed back home. On the way to the car, Janice took Ellen's hand, kissed her on the cheek and said, "I am so lucky you found me." Ellen looked at her and she continued, "There were so many awkward types in there—I'm so lucky to be with a good woman." Dannie and Mac exchanged a glance, not sure what any of this meant, but knowing that Janice was speaking the truth about Ellen.

When they got home, everyone had the munchies, so after changing into their bedtime clothes, Janice took Dannie into the kitchen to make some snacks leaving Ellen and Mac alone in the family room.

"So—how are you feeling about what happened earlier?" Ellen asked. "Still feeling weird?"




Welcome to My World Ch. 02



Mac smiled and shook her head. "No. I mean—she was really pretty nice, even though she caught me by surprise. I just... I don't know, I mean... " Mac paused. "I think I surprised myself more than she surprised me, really."

"Really? How so?" queried Ellen. She was impressed by how honest Mac could be with herself and others about her feelings—even when she was unsure what they meant.

"Well. I don't know how much you saw, but she was like, ready to—you know. Um. I mean she was totally ready to..." her voice trailed off.

"Well of course SHE was ready," Ellen said with a smile. "She had a cute girl right there in front of her." She stopped and looked at Mac. Mac looked at her blankly, then began staring at the floor. Ellen pretended not to notice and simply continued. "She had the girl of her dreams standing right there. Right there in front of her. Of course SHE was ready." Again she paused, and the silence hung heavy in the air.

Mac's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Then she whispered something, still staring at the floor. Ellen sat, waiting patiently. Mac shook her head, as though clearing cobwebs from her mind, then sat back on the sofa and crossed her arms.

"Yes?" asked Ellen. "It seems like you've made some kind of decision."

"No. Not a decision. But." Mac gathered herself, then set her jaw and continued. "Yeah. Of course SHE was ready. But I was ready too." Ellen just nodded, encouraging her to talk more. "Ellen, I was ready to kiss her and go do whatever with her."

"Whatever?" Ellen asked, chuckling. Mac looked her squarely in the eye.

"OK.," she said firmly, "Fuck. I was ready to go fuck with her. Body and soul." She paused. "Body and soul. And I didn't even know her. What in God's name is wrong with me?"

"Well, Mac, sometimes there's just chemistry between people," Ellen said sympathetically.

"No. I just—you know, I mean." Mac stopped. "I'm not like some whore, you know?" she said to Ellen, "But that's what happens with guys. It's weird. Like especially if they're really dicks—I fall hard for them."

Ellen smiled, "You go for the 'bad boys,' huh?" 

"Big time," Mac said. "Big time. But I've learned my lesson on that—I'm dong better with finding good guys with that naughty streak." She smiled.

"Well, that girl was certainly a 'bad girl' type, don't you think?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah. She was—but she was a girl. So why... How did THAT happen?" Mac asked.

"I have no idea. But I'm going to take a wild guess that you and Dannie have done some more kissing. Right?"

"Yeah. Do you think that caused it?" Mac asked, as though she were trying to identify some infectious bacterium.

Ellen shook her head. "I don't think anything CAUSED it—except you and that girl of course—but I do think that you must have become more comfortable with the idea of kissing another woman. So maybe you were just willing to allow the situation to develop instead of immediately running away?"

Mac's brow furrowed. "Hm. Maybe. I'm not sure about that, but you're right about the kissing thing. The 'yuck' factor is gone, at least with Dannie."

"How does it feel to kiss her?" Ellen asked, raising one eyebrow. Mac's brow furrowed as she thought. Then she smiled.

"It feels like—like, butterflies in the springtime," Mac said as the smile lit up her face. "That's what it is. Butterflies in the springtime. Soft, sweet, sunny."

"Butterflies in the springtime?" someone called. "What's like butterflies in the springtime?" Ellen and Mac looked around as Dannie and Janice entered with trays of food. Mac blushed and grabbed a potato chip as Ellen smiled and shook her head.

"Butterflies? What are you talking about?" Janice asked Dannie.

"When I was coming in, Mac was talking about butterflies. Butterflies in the springtime. I wanted to know what that meant."

Mac swallowed her chip, and grabbed another handful. "I was talking about you, you—pain in the neck best friend. You're a butterfly in the springtime."

"How so?" Dannie asked, filching a chip from Mac's pile.

"Tsk. You're always stealing my food," Mac grumbled. "And I'll tell you about the butterflies later, ok?"

Janice and Ellen looked at the two athletic women across from them. Their t-shirts and shorts did not hide the muscles that bulged in their arms and legs. Ellen looked at Janice. "Do you think of butterflies when you look at that pair?" she asked.

"Um, not so much," Janice replied. "Unless you're talking about some pretty aggressive, dangerous butterflies. That's a tough crowd over there."

"Damn straight," Dannie said, "and we're going to kick some serious ass next season, right Mac?" They avoided crushing Mac's chips as they executed a perfect fist bump.

Ellen and Janice snuggled as they watched the girls eat as though food had just been invented. Soon enough, the older women were yawning and the girls were just starting to get into serious chat mode.

Yawning, Janice said to Dannie, "Honey can you make sure that everything's put away? We're going to head to bed." After some quick good-nights they headed upstairs, and left the girls to their own devices.

"Ok. Tell me about those butterflies," Danielle asked as soon as they were alone.

"You're obsessed with that—it's not really about anything," Mac replied shortly.

"It sounded important to you." Dannie was not going to let it go.

"Fuck you," Mac grumped, giving in "Coach Ellen asked me what it was like to kiss you."

"What?"

"We were talking about the girl in the bar."

"What girl?"

"The one that tried to seduce me. It almost worked."

"What? Someone tried to seduce you in the bar?" Danielle was incredulous. "When did this happen?" 

Mac unfolded the whole story, ending with, "The girl almost got me to leave with her. But Ellen saved me." Danielle gaped at her.

"You were going to go sleep with some random woman?" she asked, hurt.

"Well, not really. But—it was, um, intense." Mac looked up. "But I wouldn't have gone anywhere with her really—and besides Coach Ellen saved the day. So my purity is intact."

Danielle snorted. "'Purity' might be stretching it a bit, Mac," she said. She tried to stay upset but failed miserably. A smile crossed her face. "Actually, 'purity' is stretching it a LOT," she teased.

Mac ignored the jibe and continued. "Then while you guys were making the snack we talked about it. That's when Ellen asked me about kissing you."

"And you said what?"

"I said that kissing you was like butterflies in springtime. Soft, warm, sweet. It was a compliment, really."

"I bet you say that about everyone you kiss," Dannie was still teasing her.

"Hell no. Boys do not kiss like butterflies."

"Really?" Danielle asked, now curious. "Hey. Don't smile and shake your head. I've never kissed a boy," Danielle reminded her. She thought for a second. "Hell, I haven't kissed many girls for that matter," she said wistfully. She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Um. But anyway—so what's it like to kiss a boy?" she asked. Mac thought for a minute.

"Well. Boys are BIG. Like really big," she began. "Big faces, big jaws, sort of big tongues." She put her hands around her own face and opened her mouth to illustrate. "Big chests to wrap your arms around. Big, strong arms when they hold you. When a guy kisses you it's definitely like he's bigger and you're smaller. It feels like you're being TAKEN."

"And you like that? You like being—taken?" Danielle asked.

"Oh hell yeah. It just makes it—um, really easy for me to just let go and be responsive. Like I just let him have me. And the whole female surrender thing seems to drive guys crazy with lust too. Sort of a win-win." Mac giggled.

"OK," Danielle replied, nodding. "I get that. But—like, is it one, special guy that does it for you—or is it more—um—generic?" She frowned, feeling like she wasn't making sense. But Mac had caught her meaning.

"No, Dannie," she replied. "It's generic. I'm sort of a slut when it comes to that." Mac was smiling, but it was a wan smile. "I actually wish I wasn't so much," she said softly, "but I get in these states and someone unzips me and the next thing I know we're naked and fucking. I've actually thought about trying to get some kind of counseling."

With a flash of insight, Danielle thought of the times when Mac had been the most receptive to her. It was always when Dannie had taken the lead. And the girl in the bar had been the aggressor, and Mac had surrendered—well, almost surrendered. Mac responded to girls and guys the same way: as long as the correct approach was used, Mac was ready to roll. Dannie realized that her friend was not the delicate, sweet, flower she had always thought her to be. Mac was a cauldron of passion always on the verge of boiling over. 

In that moment, Danielle made a decision. It was time to light that kind of fire between her and Mac—and if she got burned, so be it. It might come to nothing, it might be upsetting, but she had to know what those ever-lengthening kisses meant. It made her stomach knot up to think of taking the lead in that way, but in her heart she knew that she had to try or she could never be at peace.

Taking a deep breath, Danielle began. "Maybe you just need the right person to settle you down, Mac," she said softly. "I mean, beyond the physical end, maybe you're not getting what you need from Pete and the other guys you've been with." Mac gave her a funny look. Dannie had never said anything like that to her—at least not seriously.

Before she could answer, though, Dannie took off on a different tack. "OK. So boys are big and they unleash you. Tell me more about the butterflies in springtime—how did you describe kissing girls?"

Mac's brow furrowed again and she wrinkled her nose. "I was afraid you were going to ask me that. It's harder to explain." She paused. "OK—so the best was I can say it is that girls are the same—er, at least you are, I don't have any experience beyond that. You're the same as me. Your mouth is the same size. Your tongue is the same. Your chest is the same—got boobs..." Dannie giggled. Mac again ignored her and continued. "Your arms are the same. We hug the same. So it's not physically overwhelming. It's—like—more relaxed. Cozy."

"And sweet and warm like you said before." Danielle added.

"Yeah—that's where the butterfly thing came in." Mac reminded her.

"What's it like being touched by a guy?" Dannie asked. Mac's brow furrowed.

"You mean like being hugged?" Mac queried.

"No. I mean like—like being TOUCHED—like when's he's getting ready to fuck you." Dannie asked. She was really curious now. Mac smiled.

"Oh. TOUCHED," she giggled. "Well, when they're getting down to business, boys are sort of rough—they can be like a bull in a china shop with their hands and tongue sometimes," Mac told her. Then she quickly added "But that's hot, too." Dannie listened, fascinated to hear Mac explaining her experience of sex. 

Mac continued, "Bang. Clank. Clomp. Like undressing you—they always want to help, and then they fucking rip your clothes off. It's kind of cute because they try to be delicate. But they're guys so they're sort of klutzy anyway—and when they're aroused, they don't get any more graceful." Danielle chuckled, then laughed.

"You should do a comedy routine at the Rubiyat," she quipped. "You'd be a hit." Mac snorted.

"Then after a couple of kisses, the roughness gets to be a huge turn on," Mac continued. 

She paused and thought for a minute, then added, "To be fair, that's just the way guys are—even the sensitive, good guys. Like when you jack them off..." she saw Dannie shaking her head and laughed. "Ok, so YOU'LL never be jacking off a guy, but if you ever need to do it, just know that you need to do it pretty hard." Dannie's eyes widened. 

"Yeah," Mac continued, "if you do it the way you'd touch yourself they don't feel much. What seems too rough and too fast is usually just perfect for them. Anyway, I think that's why they get rough with girls sometimes. It's part of the enjoyment of being with a guy. You know, 'viva la difference.'"

"And you like to be treated rough like that?" Dannie asked, now serious.

"No. I don't—I mean, not really rough. It's just that there's this feeling like there's a volcano about to erupt—and it's going to be totally unleashed at you." Mac paused. "And you're the one who is going to unleash it," she added significantly. Dannie nodded, understanding the thrill of power that Mac must feel in those moments.

"Like if you show him your tits," Mac whispered, as though divulging a trade secret. "It's all over." Mac giggled. "He'll get this look in his eyes and you can tell that Vesuvius is going to erupt—and you're going to be receiving all of its, er, lava." They both laughed at that. "Yeah, that sounds like a shitty porn story, but you get the idea," she concluded.

"And you like that?"

"Yeah. It's like being powerful and helpless at the same time. It's kind of like skydiving, really. It feels really exciting and really dangerous."

"So the butterflies are not dangerous I take it."

"No they're not. They're more—um. You're more—it's hard to explain. More—er, elegant, I guess. It's comfortable, cozy—it feels—this is going to sound weird—but it feels SAFE. Sort of like coming here—to your mom's house."

"An elegant, safe butterfly. That doesn't sound as exciting like some raging erotic volcano to be unleashed." Danielle said, raising an eyebrow.

"Er—yeah, I guess that's sort of it. But look at the positive. It could be a lot worse description. Don't be upset." Mac consoled her. 

Dannie shook her head. "No, Mac, I'm not sad at all," she said. "But I do think we haven't understood each other very well." She looked in her friend's eyes and smiled. "All this time I've thought you kissed me just to humor me—sort of like you were throwing the dyke a bone. To hear you talking about it like you enjoy it and feel something—I can't tell you how good that makes me feel. I don't care if it's not like kissing a guy—for Christ's sake I'm NOT a guy—but knowing that you feel sweet and warm and safe and happy when you kiss me..." her voice trailed off and her eyes softened. "That makes me the happiest girl in the world."

Mac's eyes softened, too. "Dannie—I enjoy it a lot. I pretend to complain and make a fuss, but I do like it." she said softly. There was a long silence, then Mac whispered, "I really, really like kissing you."

Dannie looked directly into her eyes. "Yeah. I figured that out when you kept letting me do it," she replied. "Now I just keep pushing my luck with longer kisses."

"You sure as hell are," Mac told her, smiling. "I keep wondering how you have the guts to keep pushing the limits." Danielle saw her relax and knew the next steps in this dance. 

She would ask if she could kiss Mac. Mac would make a little fuss then agree. And nothing would ever change between them. "Well," Dannie thought, "it's time to tear up that fucking script."

Without saying another word, Danielle took Mac by the shoulders. Mac gasped and opened her mouth to speak, but when she saw the fire in Dannie's eyes, she just gave in. Dannie took her with a deep, passionate kiss. Mac didn't try to pull away—she just kissed back as hard as she could—and the kiss just continued to get deeper. By the time they separated, both were flushed and breathing heavily.

"Whoa. That sort of came from nowhere," Mac said. "What made you—"

Dannie cut off her words with another deep kiss. It was harder and longer than the first, and again, Mac didn't pull away. As their tongues began to dance, Dannie took Mac in her arms. Unhesitatingly, Mac's arms went around her and they continued to embrace deeply as their kiss lengthened and deepened. As their bodies pressed together, Dannie could feel Mac's nipples become furiously erect through her t-shirt. When their mouths parted briefly, they could see that they were both aroused.

"See," Mac panted, "It's the same. Same mouth, same tongue. Same..." She touched her erect nipples, then pointed at Dannie's. Dannie touched her own nipples, then moved her hand to Mac's chest. As her friend began to play with her nipple, Mac began to speak, but again her words were again cut off by a passionate kiss. As they made out, Dannie played with Mac's aching nipples, first through her shirt, then underneath it. As she contacted Mac's breasts directly, she felt goose bumps ripple across the surface of her friend's skin.

Mac groaned, her mouth still firmly pressed against Dannie's. Her hands caressed Dannie's hair, then slid down to her body. Again, the friends parted, panting.

"Holy fuck," Mac gasped. "I'm on fire."

"Butterflies in the springtime, huh?" Danielle asked, teasingly.

"Fucking killer butterflies this time," Mac corrected her. Dannie shook her head.

"Hell no, Mac. This is a fucking volcano."

"Hey, you better be careful," Mac cautioned her. When I go down this road, it happens hard and fast."

"I've heard you traveling this road, remember?" Dannie gave her a wicked look. "But that wasn't a volcano you had with that little boy. It was a fucking foothill. I'll show you what a real volcano is like."

"Is that a challenge?" Mac asked. She was as competitive as Danielle and couldn't resist a dare.

"Fuck you. Yes it is," Danielle replied instantly. "And you know I never lose."

"Fuck you, freshman hot-shot. That was on the ice. This is for-real."

Danielle took Mac's face and pulled her close. "You're goddamn right this is for-real," she hissed, and nailed her best friend with another kiss. Mac surrendered instantly, and Danielle's hands roamed even further afield, exploring all of her friend's lean, muscular body. 

"Let's go to bed," Danielle gasped when they finally parted. She became aware of how wet she was. Her genitals hummed and pulsed with her arousal, and she felt light-headed.

"Do you want to tuck me in?" Mackenzie asked teasingly. "I've got that cute little bed in the guest room."

"Fuck no. You're coming to my room." Danielle responded.

"Oh. I am, am I? I don't get a choice?" Mac retorted. "All of a sudden you're the boss, huh?" Clearly it was "Game On" between them.

"No. You don't get a choice. You're going to get your ass into my bed," Danielle said firmly. "Mac, I'm done chasing you. You're going to have to come to me this time. The shoe is going to be on the other foot."

"What if I don't want to crawl in your bed?" Mac was still teasing, but Danielle could sense the doubt behind her posturing.

"That's fine, but no more kissing." Dannie held her ground. She was as tenacious as a mother bear.

Mac pulled off her shirt. "You're sure? Even if I show you my tits?" she teased. Dannie saw her pert breasts with the furiously erect nipples, then looked up and saw Mac's dilated pupils and open mouth. Danielle stared, mesmerized by her best friend's body. Mac simply exuded an animalistic sexuality that drove Dannie wild.

Danielle, however, resisted the tempting display. Instead, she playfully slapped Mac's face. "You have nice tits, Mac, but you're going to have to step up your game. I'm not some fucking boy who's going to swoon over a pair of tits." She moved her face very close to Mac's. Looking directly into her eyes, Dannie hissed, "What do you really want?" Mac closed her eyes, overwhelmed.

Mac felt her whole body become rubbery and thought she might faint. Every fiber of her, from her toes to her head to her soul needed Danielle. 

She needed to kiss her, to hold her, to touch—no, to be touched by—her. She ached for her friend's—fuck, who was she kidding?—for her lover's caresses. She opened her eyes. Dannie's face was so close that she couldn't focus her eyes anymore.

Dannie saw Mac's face and chest flush crimson. Again gently slapping Mac's cheek, Danielle repeated her demand, "Get your little ass into my bed." Her hand lingered on Mac's face, now gently caressing it. She watched, transfixed, as Mac's nipples swiftly become even more erect.




Welcome to My World Ch. 02



As Dannie's hand moved down to her neck, Mac's eyes softened. "What are you doing?" she whispered huskily.

Danielle moved her lips to Mac ear. "Butterfly catching," she whispered back, pushing Mac's blonde hair back and kissing the ear, then slowly working her way down the angle of the jaw to Mac's neck.

"Ohhhhh, fuck you," Mac sighed, grabbing Dannie's hair and pulling her face up. "Fuck you," she repeated as their mouths met in a long, deep kiss. This time, hands roamed freely as the young women's tongues swirled and danced, beginning the second act of their ballet of arousal. 

They looked into each other's eyes—and finally they both understood. They were each other's volcano—and each other's butterfly. It wasn't butterfly or volcano—it was all mixed up together, chaotic and confusing and perfect all at the same time. As they became more relaxed and more aroused, they realized they were going to a special place neither had even dared to dream of.

Dannie stood up and took Mac's hands, gently helping her up. Mac did not resist, and Dannie began guiding her upstairs, one arm encircling her waist. They began to feel the flow of this scene—Danielle leading, Mac following.

They slowly climbed the stairs, pausing for a soul-searching kiss on each step. When they arrived at the top, Mac unhesitatingly allowed Dannie to lead her. 

As they walked down the hall, they could hear sheets rustling, then gasping and sighing as Ellen and Janice made love. It simply confirmed to the younger women what they were about to do. 

They exchanged a glance and a smile as they entered Dannie's room. Dannie gently closed the door. "Gotcha," she said softly, smiling at Mackenzie.

"No fucking shit," Mac said softly. "Got me. OK, chief. What now?" 

In reply, Danielle pulled off her shirt, then quickly pulled off her shorts. She walked over to Mac and grasped the waistband of her pants. As she pulled of Mac's shorts, she saw that her lover was already swollen open and quite wet.

"Christ, Mac, you don't waste any time do you," Dannie giggled.

"No. I told you. When I get turned on, it goes hard and fast for me," Mac sighed. "You are not helping to slow anything down, by the way." She touched her genitals gently, then pointed at Dannie's. "See?" she said in a little-girl voice, "It's the same." Dannie saw that they were both open, and their clits were beginning to peek out from beneath their hoods. Wordlessly, Dannie dropped to her knees and began kissing Mac's loins, taking in her scent.

Mac's legs began to tremble and she grabbed Dannie's head for support. "Goddamn, let me lay down before I faint," she groaned. The naked women moved to the bed and Mac lay back, spreading her legs, fully exposing her flushed, swollen sex to her lover. Danielle joined her, settling between her girlfriend's muscular legs. Mac groaned as Dannie began slowly kissing the insides of her thighs, slowly working her way upward.

As her lover began to kiss and lick her genitals, Mac's hand moved to Dannie's head, gently ruffling her hair. "Oh God, do it," she sighed. "Lick me, Dannie. Ahhhh—Dan."

Dannie raised her head briefly. "Mmmm. You can call me Dan if it turns you on," she told Mac.

"Ahhh. Fuck." was all Mac could manage.

"You can call me whatever you fucking want to call me, in fact," Dannie said, resuming her work on Mac's clitoris.

"Oh God Dan, lick my clit," Mac moaned. "Lick it."

Dannie's tongue circled Mac's vagina, then slowly moved up the left side of her labia, over the aching clitoris and then slowly down the right. Mac's genitals pulsed and her vagina gaped open, seemingly begging for penetration. Mac gasped and moaned.

Encouraged, Danielle repeated the action, this time from right to left. The hands in her hair gripped her head more firmly, seeking support. Danielle began an erotic ping-pong match, moving left to right, each time stimulating all of her lover's sweet essence. Mac began breathing heavily and moaning, rapidly taking on the growling, guttural animalistic sound that had horrified Danielle earlier.

Dannie raised her head and saw Mac laying spread wide open before her, head thrown back with her back arched. Her breasts and erect nipples jutted skyward as her loins thrust forward seeking Dannie's pleasure-giving tongue. Mackenzie raised her head and looked at Dannie. Her eyes were aflame with desire and her face was set.

"Fuck, Dan. Do me. I'm fucking yours—take care of me and finish me off." Mac's eyes glazed over and she dropped her head back, surrendering completely. "Please God, finish me off, Dan. I'm going to fucking explode."

Danielle lowered her head and returned to her licking. Mac's large clitoris now bulged from beneath its hood, the head swollen and fully exposed to Danielle's tongue. Mac's breathing became a hoarse pant and her hips began to twitch. Dannie felt the muscles in Mac's legs and ass bulge as she tensed her body, seeking the release of orgasm.

"Oh God, Dan, you're going to make me come. Don't fucking stop. Right there. Do me." Mac growled as her hips began thrusting harder. She ground her pussy into Dannie's face and Dannie was overwhelmed with the wet, musky scent and taste of her. Mac was going over the edge, and Danielle's world became a chaotic blur of scissoring thighs, thrusting loins, and pulsating genitals.

Mac felt like she had fallen into a blender and was being chopped up and mixed into something new. She swam on the edge of consciousness, her mind a blur of swirling images. First, out of focus, then slowly becoming clearer. Then it was there—yes, now. Coming into focus. Coming into clear focus. Coming into clear, sharp focus. Coming into achingly precise, clear, sharp focus. Coming...

Mac's body snapped forward and she became rigid. Her abs rippled, and her hands clenched spastically, locking into Dannie's hair. She stayed locked in this position for a few seconds and a rattle came from her throat, then her head slowly fell back and her back arched further. Her body seemed to levitate off the bed, pushing her genitals more firmly against Dannie's tongue.

"Ahhhh," Mac cried out as her orgasm took her. "Ohh. Dan. God. Fuck" she gasped as the electric waves jolted through her. When the hardest spasms had subsided, Dannie caressed her body as Mac began to relax.

Mac grabbed Dannie strongly and hoisted her up so their faces were near each other again. She kissed Dannie for all she was worth, for the first time experiencing more than just physical passion. It was a long, passionate, warm, loving, fun, sunny kiss. A Technicolor kiss instead of the puny black-and-white versions she had known before.

When they parted, Dannie wiped Mac's mouth. "Sorry, I didn't have time to clean up before you kissed me," she said.

"That's ok," Mac assured her, "it's just me anyway. Besides," she added smiling, "I need to get used to that taste, I suppose."

"Well," Dannie said, "I can suggest a better way for you to get some experience with that."

Mac raised an eyebrow. "Hm," she said and wrinkled her nose the way Dannie thought was so cute, "you realize that I don't have any experience in this, um, particular field of endeavor."

Dannie kissed the tip of her nose. "Ya gotta start somewhere," she said and smiled. "I'm willing to be your guinea pig."

"OK, but don't expect too much for the test flight," Mac said dubiously. She scooted down between Dannie's legs and gently parted them. She paused, scanning intently.

Dannie raised her head and looked down. "Anything wrong down there?" she asked. "It seems like I'm getting quite an inspection."

Mac looked up sheepishly. "No. Everything seems in order," she said lightly. Then more slowly, "I—er—you know I've never seen, um—this—before."

"What do you mean?" Dannie asked. "It's just the same as yours." She paused. "You said so yourself," she added with a giggle.

"Well, ah—yes. But..." Mac paused. "I've only seen one of these from the—shall we say—owner's perspective. This is a whole different thing."

"So. What do you think?" Danielle asked, propping herself up on an elbow.

"Well—I thought the clit was a whole lot bigger that it really is. And the, um, opening—well, it's pretty dominating when you're up close and personal," Mac said. "Pictures don't do it justice."

Dannie ruffled her hair lightly. "Are you ok with this?" she asked, seriously.

Mac gave Dannie's clitoris an exploratory lick and smiled as Dannie's body jerked in response. She smacked her lips as though sampling a new flavor of candy. "It seems harmless enough," she said, lowering her face into position. "Let's get this party started."

"Uhhhhh," gasped Danielle as Mac's tongue found her clitoris again. "It's fuckin' started, Mac," she gasped. "I'm so horny I can't stand it."

Mackenzie didn't reply, she just slowly licked up and down Dannie's clitoris. She didn't try any of the tricks her girlfriend had just used on her—she just did what she remembered from earlier encounters with guys. Simple and direct. No nonsense. And extremely effective.

"Mac. God. Whatever you do don't stop. Just keep doing that, ok?" Dannie groaned.

Mac didn't reply. She simply continued to lap at the swiftly hardening clitoris like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk. Danielle groaned and opened her legs further. Mac saw her vagina gape open. On an impulse, she slid a finger inside her lover. Danielle's back arched and she pressed her hips forward, impaling herself on Mac's loving hand. Mac began gently thrusting in and out as her tongue continue its unwavering work on the pulsating organ beneath it.

Soon, Dannie's hips were fucking in rhythm with Mac's hand. Mac reached up with her other hand and gently opened Dannie, pulling back her hood to get direct access to the engorged clitoris. 

Dannie felt Mac open her, then the electric jolt of direct clitoral contact—and then she was in a void, beyond knowing or caring or thinking. Her hands went up to Mac's head, then fell away as she yielded completely. Her pelvic thrusts increased in intensity and Mac instinctively knew that Dan required a second finger inside. Mac slowly worked inside her, feeling upward and inward, sensing the twitching of Dannie's muscles and the rhythm of her gasps and moans. She knew what to look for, but had no idea how to conduct her search. 

Here? No. She tried higher. Dannie groaned and her ass rose into the air. Maybe? No, not there either. Then. Just a bit more...

Mac found the swollen, ridged area and smoothly ran her fingers over it. 

"Ahhhh. Mac!" Dannie called out. Mac pressed more firmly against the spot and began making circular motions. She had had this done to her enough that she knew exactly what Dannie was feeling.

Dannie's body rose into the air as she began calling out, almost screaming, yearning, praying, "Please God Mac. Sweet fucking God. Ohhh, Mac. Ohhh, God."

And then she was there, shaking, twitching, gasping, crying, reaching, seeking...and finding.

When it was over, Mac moved up, wiping her face and hand on the sheets. They kissed again, gently, too spent to be overly passionate.

"That was amazing," Danielle said softly. "Some butterfly"

"Beginner's luck," Mac said smiling. "You're pretty volcanic yourself you know."

"Yeah. When someone knows what to do," Dannie said, smiling. They kissed and dozed off...

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Mac was awakened by a kiss. Then another, long and passionate. She felt that she wanted to sleep, but the kisser was insistent and within a few minutes she was burning with desire again. She opened her eyes and smiled at Dannie, then blinked in surprise. Light was streaming in the window, and she could see her lover clearly.

Dannie had put on a man's ribbed undershirt, and had put up her hair into a boyish style. Mac looked at her questioningly.

"What do you think of this look?" Dannie asked. With the change in hair and the clinging muscle shirt, her lean, muscular body could almost have been mistaken for a boy. Mac smiled. 

"It's nice," she said. "I'm more interested in the package than the wrapper, though," she added smiling. "How do you feel dressed up that way?"

Danielle blushed, then smiled. "I feel—sexy," she confessed. "Really sexy. Powerful, too." she paused. "I," she cleared her throat, "I mean—you may not like it." She blushed again.

Mac pulled her down and kissed her. "Like I said, I'm more interested in the package than the wrapper. You can dress however the fuck you want. You can do whatever the fuck you want. Just as long as you're you. OK?"

Tears welled in Danielle's eyes. "That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me," she said softly. "I've never had a chance to just be me."

"Try it, you'll like it," Mac said, smiling. "Of course, you might turn out to be a little whore like me. But at least you'll be who the hell you're supposed to be." She pasued, "Or maybe you like being the tough guy?" she teased.

"Ok. You asked for it," Danielle said, taking Mac in another deep kiss. She worked her way around to Mac's neck, finding the angle of her jaw, the backside of her earlobe, her silky hairline and finally making her way down to where the neck meets the shoulder.

Dannie nibbled her way across the collarbone, then down onto Mac's chest. Mac sighed as she felt Dannie's warm breath on her nipple. Then, an exploratory tongue began to gently circle her areola causing the nipple to become erect. The tongue teased the nipple, encouraging its swelling. Mac lay motionless, scarcely daring to breathe, as Danielle caressed and sucked her breasts. 

After an eternity, Dannie began working her way down Mac's body, nibbling, kissing and sucking. She reached down and found Mac's slit already swollen open and slick with her juices. Dannie began making circles on Mac's clit as she brought her face back up and took her lover in a deep kiss. Mac moaned and spread her legs wider, encouraging Dannie's explorations.

Danielle slid her finger down and penetrated her girlfriend, bringing forth a low moan. She was amazed at how easily one finger slid inside Mac, then she realized how Mac's exploits with men had opened her. 

"More?" she asked Mac, parting their kiss momentarily. Mac simply nodded urgently, her eyes wide and staring. Dannie inserted a second finger, and Mac grabbed her shirt, pulling her back down for another kiss. Dannie began moving her fingers in and out rhythmically, doing her best to imitate the motion of sex. Mac's hips arched up, and she looked desperately at Dannie.

"Harder," she pleaded. Dannie responded by increasing the pace and depth of her movement. "Ahhh," sighed Mac and closed her eyes. Danielle continued to fuck Mac with her hand, watching as Mac's hips effortlessly followed the speed and rhythm of her thrusting hand.

Dannie leaned forward and began kissing Mac's neck again. Mac groaned. The soft kisses turned into little nibbles, then into sharp bites. Mac began growling in her throat. Her hands reached for Dannie, but found only the sheets. She grabbed them, hanging on for dear life, as Dannie continued nipping at her, leaving a trail of bite marks on her tender skin.

"Ahh, Dan. Fuck me. Fuck me, Dan," Mac hissed. "Fuck me harder." Her head fell back and she looked up.

Her lover, Dan, was above her, penetrating her for all she was worth. The shirt was damp with sweat and clung to the slender body beneath. Beads of sweat shone on Dan's forehead as she worked her hand in and out of Mac.

"Oh fucking Christ, Dan, harder. For Christ's sake fuck me harder, you son of a bitch." Mac kept groaning. The room filled with the musky scent of women loving, the perfume adding fuel to their desire.

Dan slid her thumb to Mac's clit, gripping her firmly. Mac cried out. As Dan's fingers worked inside Mac, she began to feel Mac's vagina begin to contract, pulsating. Mac went rigid, and her head fell back. Her eyes were wide open and staring and her mouth was open, and she gurgled and grunted as her tense body trembled. Then, with a massive jerk her orgasm began. Mac's eyes closed and her body shot forward, folding her in half and bringing her almost to sitting. She grabbed blindly for something—anything—and latched onto Dan's shirt. They hung onto each other as Mac jerked and trembled, deep in the throes of it. Dan rode her through it, one hand comfortingly around her shoulders, the other buried deep inside her.

"I got ya," Dan whispered in Mac's ear, "I got ya."

As Mac's orgasm subsided, she moved her mouth to Dan's and gave her a long, deep kiss. Dan withdrew her hand, and they hugged each other close. Then, suddenly, Mac went wild, pulling off Dan's shirt and pushing her down onto the bed.

Dan fell face first, laying on her stomach and Mac dove in, kissing her ass then moving downward. She lifted Dan's hips and slid her face underneath. The genitals gaped wide open, as though waiting for Mac's tongue. Dan fought herself upright, sitting down onto Mac's face.

Mac grabbed Dan's ass and pulled her forward, burying her face into the musky wetness. As the tongue made its electric contact with her clit, Dan's body jerked and she grabbed Mac's hair. Mac's hand moved to Dan's ass and began caressing it, then dropped down and gently circled the asshole.

Dan cried out, "Oh fuck Mac," and fell forward, grasping at the bedside table for support. She missed and succeeded only in knocking over the table. As it fell with a crash, Dan sailed off the bed, crashing onto the floor along with books, a lamp, most of the bedclothes—and Mac.

The girls fell into a tangle on the floor, Dan's pussy still near Mac's nose. Dan rolled onto her back and reached for Mac. "Shit," she called, "are you ok Mac?"

In answer, Mac crawled on top of her, and they began kissing again.. Their legs intertwined and they instinctively pressed their bodies together. As they ground against each other, Mac looked up. "Yeah, I'm ok," she panted, "how about you?"

"Horny as fuck," Dan told her, "but otherwise ok."

They continued to grind on each other, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of thrusting into someone else. It was pretty clear, though, that their amateur tribbing efforts weren't going to yield major sexual pleasures.

"We're going to have to practice that," Mac panted, sliding downward. Dan stopped her.

"No. I want to kiss you while I come—do me with your hand, ok?" she asked softly.

Mac reversed course. Settling into position, she put one arm around Dannie and kissed her. Mac's hand trailed downward, and Dannie smiled, spreading her legs. As Mac's hand brushed her slit, a wicked gleam came into Dan's eyes. Her hand reached downward and settled between Mac's thighs.

"I've got a better idea," Dan said playfully. "Let's come together, ok?"

"Ok," replied Mac, smiling. She paused. "You know that I love you, right?"

"Yeah, I do." Dan whispered. "I'm pretty sure you've been in love with me for a while."

As their mouths met, their hands began working in now-familiar ways on now-familiar bodies. Like two muscular ballerinas, they danced with each other, bodies gracefully moving in rhythm. Their fingers played on each other like instruments, creating the sensual accompaniment to the undulating, swaying dance. 

Like Ravel's Bolero, it began slowly and softly—as if from a distance. Their skillful fingers orchestrated their arousal and the young, powerful bodies followed along gracefully. Their tongues danced a separate ballet, a fiery duet of darting, swirling movements that inspired the musical hands to greater efforts.

As the crescendo built, they began to add voice to the symphony, at first soft moans and gasps, then louder cries as fingers entered, sought and found the center of each other's pleasure.

They moved easily, instinctively and soon found themselves in the age-old dance—hips thrusting rhythmically, bodies locked together, mouths joined and hands working. The erotic ballet built to its inevitable climax, the dancers blissfully unaware of anything but each other. 




Welcome to My World Ch. 02



Locked together. Falling into each other. Grasping, reaching, moaning, crying. 

Mac raised the curtain on the final scene. Her body went rigid as her pre-orgasmic spasms began. Knowing that her lover was coming sent Dan over the edge and she began her trembling build up to climax. They moaned together as they felt their pulsations start, almost at the same instant. 

Desperately they clung to each other, pulsing, trembling, shaking—the pleasure intensified by having a solid, strong partner to cling to and to tremble against. 

They gave and received—and there wasn't any more to it than that. 

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Finally, they lay there, gasping for breath, totally spent. They wanted to kiss, but lacked the strength to raise their heads, so they just lay there, together, each alone with her thoughts.

They were jolted back to reality by a knock on the door. They heard Janice's voice call out, "If you two lovebirds are ready for breakfast, Ellen and I are making a batch of cloud pancakes."

"Thanks, mom, we'll be right down," Dannie called. Mac sniggered.

"OK, sweetie, take your time. It will be a little while till they're ready." Janice said. They could hear her chuckle as she headed back downstairs.

Dannie popped up and scampered to the door, opening it a crack. They heard voices from downstairs. 

"Everything ok up there?" they heard Ellen ask. "It sounded like a damn earthquake."

"I think everything is very ok up there," Janice replied, still chuckling. "Mac's room was vacant, and Dannie said 'WE will be right down.' I also called them lovebirds and she didn't bat an eye."

By this time Mac had joined Dannie. They just looked at each other and giggled.

"Outed." said Dannie.

"Busted for sure," giggled Mac. They kissed and began looking for their clothes.

"Shit!" Mac hissed, "I left my shirt down in the family room."

"I think that may be where the 'lovebirds' crack came from," Dannie giggled. "Here. Take one of mine."

As they headed downstairs, they stopped in the doorway and looked around, surveying the carnage. They had turned the neat, orderly bedroom into a chaotic mess.

"Oh my God," Dannie said softly. "We really messed everything up."

Mac smiled. "Yeah," she said, looking at her lover, "we turned the whole world upside down, didn't we?" Danielle just returned her look and smiled. "But I don't think we messed anything up," Mac continued. "We got things in exactly the right place."

"Well, after breakfast we can put everything back the way it was—that is if you want to," Danielle told her. "This doesn't have to be a permanent mess."

"Yeah, we could do it after breakfast," Mac said, taking Dannie in her arms, "—or maybe tomorrow—or maybe never. Maybe a permanent mess is what we need." The sounds of Ellen and Janice talking and laughing came from downstairs.

"Lovebirds?" asked Dannie, raising an eyebrow.

"Butterflies," replied Mac. "Volcanic butterflies."

The lovers fell into a deep kiss, neither of them worrying about how long it would last. They just knew it would be perfect.



Welcome to My World



Janice nodded, "Of course you're welcome, Mac, you know that, right?"

"Well, I was wondering about the 'little playmate' thing, but I think that I'll be safe for one night at least...I mean the door has a lock, right?" she quipped. That got a chuckle from everyone.

"Let's go...playmate," said Dannie, still laughing. 

"Ok. Dwok." came the reply as they headed upstairs.

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"What does dwok mean?" Janice asked Ellen.

"I don't have the slightest idea," Ellen replied. "I never heard it before."

"Well...anyway, thank you again for understanding. I can't believe how hard this is for me," Janice said as she looked at Ellen's beautiful hands. She realized that she was hoping for Ellen to hold hands with her again.

Ellen spoke gently, "How does the proverb go? 'Every bird must find its own tree. The tree doesn't find the bird.' Even though it's difficult for you, let her find what makes her happy. Neither you nor I can change what is inside Danielle. All we can do is to support her and to help her be happy with who she is."

Janice thrilled as Ellen reached out and took her hand.

"Believe me, Janice, I know from my experiences. This is more difficult for Danielle than it is for you. Everything around her says she should be one way...but her heart is leading her down a different path. She needs her mother now more than ever. She needs your support—and your blessing. Do you understand?"

Janice nodded, only dimly hearing Ellen's words.

"Janice, you seem like you're 10,000 miles away. What are you thinking?" asked Ellen.

"I'm thinking..." Janice felt that her mouth was suddenly very dry, and she was a little light-headed. How much wine had she drunk? "I'm thinking that...I'm wondering how Danielle could like kissing a woman like she does. I mean...I could see...I did see how much she liked it."

Ellen smiled. "So you saw them kiss. How did that make you feel?" she asked.

"I felt..." Janice's voice trailed off.

"Be honest, Janice, how did it make you feel?" Ellen asked again. "I think it's important that you understand how you feel." She stopped and squeezed Janice's hand.

"Janice," she said firmly, "how can you ever accept Danielle's feelings if you can't accept your own?"

Janice felt like the sofa suddenly lurched and she lost her balance. She swayed slightly. "Ouch," she said, "that hurt."

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?" asked Ellen gently.

Janice nodded, understanding. "Ok. I get it." She paused and took a deep breath, gathering courage.

"When I saw them kissing I felt...Ellen, promise me that you won't be shocked or laugh," she said, breaking off.

"I promise," Ellen said solemnly. "I know this is hard for you, but you can see the importance, can't you?" Janice nodded again. "Well, then," Ellen said, "spit it out. Just say it. It's just words."

"I felt...envious. Then angry," Janice began to cry, "She looked so goddamn happy," she finally blurted out, "It's not fair." She looked at Ellen, sure that she would be shocked. She wasn't.

Ellen smiled. "Well, that was one reason that I wondered about," she said.

"What do you mean?" asked Janice.

"Well, when a loving mother sees two girls playing around innocently and gets that upset, surely something must have been triggered inside her," Ellen explained, "and obviously we get angry when we're jealous or envious." Janice just nodded. "So what did you envy about the kiss?" Ellen wondered.

"It was...beautiful," Janice said softly, lifting Ellen's hand and kissing it. Ellen just shook her head.

"So what are you saying really?" she asked. "I mean...what are you requesting?"

Janice lowered her eyes. "Don't make me say it. Please don't make me say it," she whispered. If it remained unspoken, then it wouldn't be real.

"If you don't say it, you'll never know what you mean," prodded Ellen. She gently lifted Janice's chin so she could look into her eyes. "Just say what you want. It's only words, right? You can say anything."

Janice nodded. Only words...but such words. Words that could open doors to dark places... She shook her head.

Ellen sensed what she was thinking. "Your daughter is not in a dark place, Janice. Look at her. She's alive and vivacious and happy. Why? Well, one big reason is that she's figured out how to say what she wants. It seems to me that the darkness is with the one who won't give voice to her desires. How long do you want to carry that around? The choice is yours."

Again, Ellen's words brought clarity to Janice's thoughts, and with the clarity came peace. She smiled and shook her head.

"I want to kiss a woman," she said suddenly, surprising herself. Ellen smiled and nodded. "I think I've wanted that for a long time," Janice whispered.

"Well, it took a while to pry that out didn't it?" Ellen chuckled. She playfully cast her gaze around the room, lightening the mood. "Golly," she said, "I don't think you have many choices at the moment. Will I do?"

"Oh yes," Janice cried, "You'll do just fine." She reached toward Ellen, and Ellen accepted her, literally with open arms. 

"You can be whoever you are with me. Always..." Ellen began. She got no further as Janice brought her lips to hers.

It had been a long time since Janice had been kissed by anyone, but the embrace with Ellen was magical and thrilling and wonderful and...she ran out of words again, overwhelmed by the feelings. She wondered how the hell she had been so clueless all her life. And why she needed her daughter's help to realize who she was.

When they parted, Ellen smiled. "That was fun," she said. "You're a good kisser."

Janice grabbed her. "I'm just getting warmed up," she said, again closing her mouth over Ellen's.

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The next morning, the girls were surprised to find Ellen asleep on the sofa when they came downstairs. Even though they tiptoed through the living room, Ellen awoke.

"Good morning," she said thickly, yawning and rubbing her hair.

"I'm sorry, coach. I didn't know you were staying, or I would have let you have the bed," Mackenzie said.

"I didn't know I was staying, either," Ellen said, yawning. "We just kept talking and it got really late. Don't worry about it. Besides, you needed that lock on the door."

The girls laughed and scooted into the kitchen. Soon Janice came down, looking a little dazed.

"How are you feeling?" asked Ellen.

"Well, I had some amazing dreams," replied Janice with a smile, "so I'm feeling pretty damn good." They followed the girls into the kitchen.

"Oh no, here they come," said Mackenzie in mock horror. "Remember Dannie. No k.i.s.s.i.n.g. Got it?" They all laughed again.

"Ok, I deserve that," sighed Janice. "I apologize again. How can I make it up to you guys?"

"You could be honest with them," came a voice from behind her. She cringed slightly, knowing what Ellen meant.

"I don't think...oh shit. Why the hell not?" she said, pulling Ellen around so the girls could see them. Ellen just smiled as she waited for Janice to speak. 

She was as shocked as the girls, though, when Janice moved forward and embraced her in a deep, soul-searching kiss. The girls gaped.

"That's one hell of a transformation," Ellen muttered, smiling.

"So. I'm the worst hypocrite ever," Janice said, looking straight at Danielle. "Dannie, I've had a really hard time accepting your feelings. Ellen helped me understand that was because I couldn't accept mine. I'm sorry. I just didn't know...I couldn't see the difference between you and me...this doesn't make sense, I'm sure, but do you understand?" By now, tears were running down her face.

Tears streamed down her daughter's face too. "Mom, I understand more than you can ever know. And I'm so...I don't know...honored that you would apologize to me and be so open. I know it's hard to figure these feelings out. Just follow your heart...it's all you've got to go by in this." Mother and daughter embraced, finally at peace with each other.

"And you, Mac?" asked Ellen, "where do you fit in the puzzle?"

"I am the loyal, trusted friend..." said Mackenzie.

"Who gets kissed from time to time," giggled Danielle.

"...who gets kissed from time to time. But I'm really just a friend. I'm beginning to feel like I'm the perverted one around here. I actually like guys," she concluded.

"You mean that all this started because..." Janice began.

"Let's not go there, mom...it's a long story, and I've got another game to play today," interrupted Danielle.

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The second game went better than the first in many ways. Dannie's team won, and she scored two goals. In Mackenzie's opinion, Danielle would compete for a spot on one of the top lines when she got to college.

After the pizza debacle, they were all in the mood for a change of venue, so they headed to the girls' favorite spot, the Golden Eye Diner. The food was excellent and they had a very relaxed conversation, enjoying themselves and each other in an easy, free way. Mackenzie burbled on and on about next year when she and Danielle would be together at college. Danielle was just a bit sad because they wouldn't be as "together" as she would have liked, but she was also looking forward to the adventure and to spending more time with Mackenzie.

Ellen could see that Janice was really in a good place—proud of her daughter, and delighted to see her happy. After dinner, Janice walked with Ellen to her car.

"Thank you again," she said, hugging Ellen, "thank you for everything."

Ellen embraced her and they kissed goodbye. "Your daughter gave you good advice, Janice. 'Follow your heart.' Like Danielle, you must find your destiny."

"I'm trying," replied Janice, "give me a day or two on that one, ok?" 

Ellen chuckled as she hopped in her car. Janice walked back in time to see Danielle and Mackenzie give each other a big, long hug as they parted. Mackenzie was heading back to school, so this was going to be goodbye for quite a while for them. Janice paused, not wanting to interrupt. She saw the girls, still with their arms around each other talking animatedly and giggling. Finally, Mackenzie threw her head back in mock surrender, and Danielle gave her a long goodbye kiss.

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Danielle and Janice drove home in silence, lost in their own thoughts and desires. As they neared home, Janice saw Danielle grimacing.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"

Danielle was feeling around her shoulder and neck. "I don't know. I fell and banged my arm on the ice and now I've got a sore shoulder." When they arrived home, Janice examined her her daughter's shoulder. 

"Wow," she said, "you've got a hell of a bruise back here. Does this hurt?" she asked, giving an exploratory touch.

"Fuck," exclaimed Danielle, then she hurriedly amended that, "...I mean...wow. That's sore." Janice nodded.

"There's a big knot there. Take a hot shower, and I'll massage it," she said. "You can come and lay on my bed...it's better than yours for a massage.

After a long, hot shower, Danielle put on her favorite "Give blood, play hockey" t-shirt and a pair of her high school gym shorts. Entering her mother's bedroom, she saw her mom also in t-shirt and shorts getting some massage oil out of her drawer.

Danielle lay face down and Janice began gently rubbing her back over her t-shirt. After a few minutes, she said, "Dannie, I think the shirt has to come off if you want me to work on this knot." Without a word, Danielle pulled the shirt off and closed her eyes.

As Janice massaged her daughter, she became aware of how athletic and graceful her body had become. The muscles were toned and there was practically no fat to be found. She began with long strokes up and down the spine, gradually focusing in on the shoulders, then on the knot.

Danielle grunted as her mother worked the knot, slowly releasing it. "Ow...fuck...that's tight. Oh shit, mom, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't swear, but it hurts."

Janice gave her a playful swat on her bottom. "No, you shouldn't swear. But Danielle, you're a grown woman now, not a little girl. You have to figure things out for yourself."

Danielle pondered that for a minute. "Um," she asked, "is that a cryptic way of telling me something?"

Janice smiled and leaned into the knot. Ignoring another blast of profanity from her daughter she replied, "No. It's a statement of fact. You're legally and officially an adult. More importantly, though, you're able to stand on your own two feet—you stood up to me pretty well, I have to say. Dannie, I'm very, very proud of you. I want you to know that."

Danielle smiled. "Well, I even scored two goals today," she quipped.

"I'm not just talking about hockey," her mother replied seriously. "You've become quite a woman, and I'm very proud to see you out in the world." With one final push, the knot dissolved—along with another layer of tensions between mother and daughter. Danielle sighed and wiggled her shoulder. Janice could see that she was almost fast asleep. A gentle smile lit up her face as she drifted off .

"Well, that was one speech wasted," Janice thought, but she knew that she would have many opportunities to repeat it—and she would. She pulled the covers over her daughter and carefully climbed in the other side of the bed so as not to disturb her.

They slept peacefully, each comforted by the other's presence.

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The third tournament game was an afternoon game and Janice had to work. When she returned home she saw Danielle's equipment laid out to dry in the garage. As she entered she called out, "Dannie, are you home?"

"I'm in here," came the voice from the kitchen. Janice entered the kitchen to see Danielle busily fussing over several boiling pots. "We're having spaghetti and meatballs," her daughter announced. "I saw it on the Food Network the other day and decided to make it sometime. Tonight's the night." She retrieved her phone, studied the recipe and frowned. 

"Fuck, I forgot the basil," she cursed, blushing as her mother wordlessly handed her the jar of the herb. "I mean. Darn. I forgot the basil," she muttered as her mother gave her a gentle swat on the behind.

The meal was excellent, and they both ate well. Janice found the leftover wine from the pizza night and they both had a glass. It made Danielle feel very good that her mother would openly let her have a glass of wine.

"Are you becoming a permissive parent?" she had teased.

"No," Janice replied firmly, "Just the parent of an adult woman." She continued, "That was great, Dannie. You're a really good cook." Danielle beamed at the compliment, and Janice noticed how much her daughter valued her affirmations.

After they cleaned up, they watched TV together and finished the wine. Danielle's arm was sore again and Janice rubbed her back as they channel surfed. Finally Janice asked, "Dannie, do you want another massage?"

"Absolutely," her daughter replied eagerly. "I really liked the massage the other day."

This time Danielle came into her mom's room topless. "The t-shirt was a waste last time," she explained, flopping down on the bed.

Her mother wasted no time beginning the massage. As she made the long, sweeping strokes the full length of her daughter's back, she let her mind wander. She imagined Ellen's back and what it would feel like under her hands. 

When she focused in on the knot again, she got the now-expected "fuck" from her daughter. She just shook her head—her little girl had indeed grown up—and realized that she found an odd enjoyment in it. Returning to the longer strokes, Janice allowed herself to feel every inch of her daughter's back.

Danielle, meanwhile, was fanaticizing about Mackenzie and how she would love to have her rubbing her back at this moment. She imagined that Mac's hands would just gradually roam lower and lower...

Absent-mindedly, Janice allowed her strokes to trail down onto Danielle's buttocks, working the glutes. Danielle was in heaven as she imagined Mackenzie's hands massaging her ass, moving down...

Janice marveled and how firm her daughter's ass was. Delighted, she allowed her hands to trail down further onto the legs. Daniele moaned as Janice worked her thighs. Then she moved down past the shorts and back onto bare skin, working the backs of the lower thighs and calves.

By now, Danielle was lost in her blissful fantasy. For her part, Janice was delighting in the feel of another woman's body. She moved her hands back up to her daughter's back, eliciting another sigh of pleasure.

Abruptly, Janice realized what she was doing and stopped, saying, " I think we worked out all the kinks, Dannie." She felt so close to the beautiful girl next to her, and she impulsively gave her a hug. She realized that she felt dangerously close to this...woman.

Danielle gave a low moan. "That was just starting to get good," she sighed as she rolled over. "My turn to hug," she said softly as her arms went around her mother. "You are the best," she whispered as they clung to each other.

Neither of them could find words, so they just held each other, hands rubbing each other's back, faces nuzzling each other's neck. Their legs intertwined and they clung to each other like enmeshed vines, wrapped around, over and through each other. 

Several minutes later, Janice realized that Danielle again was asleep. This time she pulled the covers over them both, holding her daughter close. "I've never slept with anyone like this," Janice mused, "not even a lover." She pondered that thought as she drifted off to sleep.

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Danielle awoke first, still entwined with Janice. She gently extracted herself, but Janice woke, too.

"Sorry," Daniele whispered, looking down into her mother's face. She looked so peaceful, thought Danielle, so happy.

"That's ok," replied Janice. She looked up at her daughter, and neither of them spoke for a long time. "What?" she asked finally.

Danielle leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "That's what," she whispered.

Janice smiled. She leaned in and kissed Danielle on the nose. "Do you remember stinker-binker?" she asked with a smile, referring to a game they played when Dannie was little.

Danielle kissed her mother's nose and made a raspberry noise. "Stinker-binker to you," she said. Janice responded with one of her own, and they giggled. Then they stopped laughing.

Their faces now were very close together. They hovered, suspended in time and space, staring blankly into each other's eyes, neither daring to move or to speak. They clung to each other like two small grains, lost in a vast sea of dimly-understood emotions. Their hands wandered.

Unexpectedly, Janice found that she had her hand on Danielle's small breast. She was surprised to find the nipple erect. Danielle gave a little start, then sighed as the pleasurable sensation of having her nipple touched spread through her body.

Danielle took Janice's large breast in her hand. "Yours are so beautiful," she said softly, "so womanly and nurturing. I wish mine were like that, " she said sadly.

Janice took her daughter's face in her hands, "Oh Dannie," she said gently, "you have such a beautiful body. Your breasts are perfect just like they are. They're perfect for YOU."

Danielle smiled sadly. "Well, maybe," she said reluctantly, "but I still like yours. They're so full. So womanly. I love the way they feel."

Janice had never felt this close to her daughter. In fact, she had never felt this close to anyone—including her ex-husband. "Maybe," she thought, "there is something to this idea that only a woman can truly understand another woman."

She looked at her daughter, who was wistfully gazing at her breasts. She wanted to make her daughter happy and fulfilled...she wanted to see a smile on the face of the girl who meant more to her than anything. 




Welcome to My World



Impulsively, she sat up and pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her breasts. She lay back down next to Dannie.

"Help yourself," Janice said softly. Danielle paused, confused. Then a look crossed her face—a look that Janice hadn't seen in years. It was like Christmas morning when Dannie was just a little girl...like when she just opened her favorite present.

Danielle didn't have to be invited twice. She started with a few tentative squeezes, but very soon she was fully engaged. Janice watched her daughter explore a woman's body for the first time. Seeing the joy and excitement in her daughter's face made her feel sure that she had done the right thing. She stroked Danielle's hair as her daughter cupped, played, giggled. pinched, caressed. 

Then, suddenly, everything changed. Danielle was kissing, nibbling, and sucking. Nursing.

The feel of the warm, young mouth on her nipples sent an electric current though Janice's body, and her maternal joy began to give way to womanly arousal. As Dannie suckled, Janice continued to stroke her hair, but now was gently guiding her daughter's head in its explorations. 

The nipple action continued to send waves of pleasure rippling through Janice's body and down to her pussy. She felt her clitoris become erect as a familiar tingling warmth spread through her loins. As Janice began to lose herself in pleasure, Danielle because more aggressive in her caresses.

Janice had not felt sensations like this in years...not since... Well, she finally admitted to herself, not ever. She could feel that she was wet, fully aroused, ready for... for what? 

With an effort, she brought herself back to reality, and gently lifted her daughter's head from her nipple. Kissing her gently, Janice said softly, "This is so wrong, Danielle." 

"Mom, for Christ's sake. There isn't anything wrong with it at all...especially when it's so right." She looked at her mother and giggled, "You're outed. I can so tell that you like kissing women."

"Yes, I do. I like kissing women," Janice affirmed. "I like touching women...ahhhh...Dannie stop that for a second," she gasped, plucking her daughters playful hand away, "As you can tell, I like a woman's touch." She took Dannie's face in her hands. "But you're not just a woman," she concluded, "you're my daughter."

Danielle frowned, then an impish grin crossed her face. "Well, no one's perfect," she quipped.

Janice chuckled, looking down to confirm that she was indeed naked in bed and making out with her nude daughter. "That's for sure," she confirmed. "Not perfect at all."

Danielle looked at her mother. "Mom," she said softly, "sometimes ya just gotta follow your heart."

"My heart will have me burning in hell if I'm not careful," Janice said, kissing Danielle tenderly.

"Save me a spot next to you," Danielle sighed, deepening the kiss, "medium-well, please." They kissed until Janice could not stand it anymore. 

"How do you feel?" she asked her daughter softly.

"Like I'm on fire," Dannie sighed.

"Me too," replied her mother. "Maybe we should get up before we get scorched."

Danielle was disappointed, but in her heart she knew that her mother was right. She had to admit that she was aflame with desire, but she was scared too.

"Shit," she replied out loud, "I thought we were going to be on fire together." 

She continued her internal dialogue. Neither of them was ready for...for what, she asked herself? She couldn't even answer that question. "Outstanding," she thought bitterly, "you don't even know what you're not ready for." Clearly, she wasn't ready for...something.

Her mother kissed her gently. Maternally. "Dannie, you look sad," Janice said. "What are you feeling?"

"I don't know," her daughter replied. "Confusion, I guess. Heart vs. head, I think."

"I know how you feel," her mother affirmed, "I'm crazy with desire and scared as hell—all at the same time." Danielle smiled and nodded. Hearing that her mother felt the same way she did made her feel good. Affirmed.

Janice hugged her, now fully back in "mother mode."

"I've got a good idea," she said brightly, "Let's have some French toast. That should perk us up." That broke the spell, and Danielle giggled.

"No," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "I want cloud pancakes," referring to one of her favorite childhood breakfasts.

Her mother laughed out loud. "Ok. One order of cloud pancakes coming up," she looked into Dannie's eyes and paused. They shared a look of mutual desire. Then, unexpectedly, Janice gave Danielle one final "stinker-binker" and jumped out of bed. "Last one downstairs is a rotten egg," she called.

"You motherfucker," Danielle called after her.

"Watch your language, this isn't a hockey rink," her mother called back. "And think about what you're saying, Ms. Freudian Slip." Danielle blushed crimson as she meekly descended the stairs.

A few minutes later the pancakes were ready. Danielle sat, expectantly as her mother put an irregularly-shaped hotcake on one her plate. 

"This one's a cloud," began Janice, just as she had when her daughter was a little girl. Danielle smiled and poured syrup on the crazily shaped blob.

"And this one is a..." Janice paused.

"It looks like a hockey stick," said Danielle, "sort of a fat hockey stick."

"Ok. So you have a cloud and a hockey stick. I'm going to take the football and the...hmmm." Janice paused, stumped.

"Amoeba," giggled Dannie, "that one is definitely an amoeba."

They ate together and Danielle delighted as they talked about memories of making pancakes when Dannie was a little girl.

"I always loved that you made these cool shapes, and we could play games," Danielle chuckled.

"Well, sweetie, I can't make a round pancake to save my life—your dad always hated that—so I just figured that I'd best tell you that I was making other things," her mom confessed.

Danielle paused in mid-bite. "Damn. I was a real sucker on that one" she said thoughtfully. "I guess it's pretty hard to outsmart a mom." She paused. "So your secret is out after all these years. Don't you feel better now?" she asked playfully.

"I do," chuckled her mother, "it's always better to be honest. Here. Have half of my amoeba. It's pretty tasty, but I can't finish the whole thing. It will fuel you up for the championship game today."

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Danielle was excited that Coach Ellen had come to the game, and her mom took the afternoon off work, too. Danielle had been sad to see her mom leave for work, though, and missed her all morning.

For her part, Janice spent a very unproductive morning at her desk. She couldn't think of anything but of being with Danielle again. She knew that she should probably be troubled about the feelings she was having...but, somehow, she wasn't. She thought back to how hard she had worked to accept her feelings. "Well," she thought, "these feelings are unmistakable." Knowing that she was clear about how she felt gave her some comfort.

Sitting with Ellen at the game was good for her, too. She liked being with Ellen, and now felt like she had a confidant to share her feelings with. Ellen had been a little surprised to see how warmly Danielle and her mother had embraced, but didn't think too much of it. Between periods, though, she found that the conversation with Janice went in an unexpected direction.

"So," Janice had asked her, "do you think there are limits on how much we should honor our feelings?"

"No, I don't," said Ellen decisively. Janice had always admired how strong and firm she could be. "But why are you asking me this?"

"Because I have feelings that I don't know how to handle," answered Janice truthfully.

Ellen put two and two together. She blinked. "You mean, er...feelings for Danielle?"

Janice just nodded. "And I'm in a hell of a state about it."

"I can understand that," Ellen said gently. She looked at Janice. "How can I help?" she asked.

"I don't know," Janice said, shaking her head. "Talk me out of it. Talk me into it. Get me to a psychiatrist. Something," she took Ellen's hand, "Help me sort this out, Ellen. You were so good the last time around."

The game had resumed, so Ellen took charge and led Janice to a more secluded spot so they could talk better. On the way, she had a chance to collect her thoughts.

"Janice, I don't know what's right for you. Or for Danielle," she began. "I can tell you, though, that if what I saw in Danielle's eyes when she hugged you means anything she certainly feels the way you do."

"Oh, she does," said Janice quickly. "It's written all over her face when we talk now."

Ellen smiled. "Yeah. Neither of you are very good at keeping your feelings inside," she said.

"But what should I do?" Janice wailed. "The 'follow your heart' thing seems...I don't know...not a good idea in this case."

"Well, it may not be a good idea in the long run, but you can't get to the long run without going through the short run, can you?" Ellen answered her with a question. "Look. Danielle has these feelings for women that she's trying to explore. So far, she's been rejected by her best friend and feels like an oddball in her social circle. It seems to me that she's reaching out to the other woman in her life that she loves."

In that moment, Janice knew that she loved Ellen. "You always make me a better person," she said taking Ellen's hand, "Every time I'm with you. You help me understand things." She smiled. "So why couldn't Dannie have latched onto you for her first love?" she asked rhetorically.

"Because I set boundaries with my girls," Ellen answered. "I know other coaches who don't, and frankly, I think that's reprehensible. Somehow, that must have come through to Danielle." She looked at Janice. "So I'm out," she said, smiling, "You're elected."

"You mean you think I should..." Janice's voice trailed off.

"I think you should use your good sense," Ellen counseled her, "and whatever you do should be in Danielle's best interest." She looked at Janice. "You know that there are plenty of women around for you, don't you?" she asked.

Janice nodded, "But I think there's only one that I want," she said, smiling.

"Right now there seems to be two," Ellen corrected her.

"Ok," Janice allowed, "Two."

"Anyway...how did we get into that?" Ellen asked crossly "where was I? Oh yeah. Anyway, you don't need to be using Danielle to explore your feelings. But if she needs someone to help her explore hers. Well," she put her hand tenderly on Janice's face, "I personally couldn't think of anyone better than you for that job."

"Really?" asked Janice. She couldn't believe her ears. "You don't think it's...I don't know... sick? You're not jealous?"

"How could I be jealous?" Ellen asked. "Jealous of what? I'm not saying that this is right or wrong. It just is what it is." She paused. "Janice, my first time with a woman was with an older woman. She wasn't my mother, but she was a very maternal figure to me. That was a big turning point in my acceptance of who I am and how I feel. She was so comfortable being a lesbian, and by the time we were finished, I understood that it just wasn't a big deal to have these feelings. I don't know how things might go with you and Danielle, but I think you both need some affirmation."

Janice smiled and nodded. "We do," she said.

"Well, you have it from me, at least," Ellen told her. "I'll always be there for you both." 

Janice embraced her. "Hang on tight, it's going to be a bumpy ride," she whispered, kissing Ellen.

By the time they returned to their seats, the game was well into the third period. It was a close, fast-paced, exciting game. Danielle missed a wide-open shot that would have won the game for her team. Janice groaned.

"Shit happens," Ellen said simply. "She's just got to play through it." Fortunately, Danielle's team wound up winning anyway.

"Well, I sucked," Danielle said, coming out of the locker room, "but at least we won."

Coach Ellen ruffled her sweaty hair. "You battled hard, kiddo, even when the bounces didn't go your way. Be proud of that," she told her young star. Danielle smiled.

"Thanks, coach," she said. "I'll keep working."

Janice invited Ellen out for dinner, but Ellen declined. "No thanks, guys, not tonight. I've got some things to attend to." She lowered her voice as she kissed Janice on the cheek, "and I think you do, too." Janice chuckled.

"What's so funny?" asked Danielle, tossing her equipment bag into the trunk.

"I'll tell you later," her mother answered.

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"So. Do you want to stop for dinner, or make something at home?" Janice asked as they drove.

Danielle fidgeted nervously. "Mom," she began softly, "I'm actually not very hungry right now."

"Is everything ok?" Janice asked.

"Yeah Of course...it's just that...jeez, I'm tongue-tied," Danielle said, stopping in mid-sentence.

Her mother looked at the clock. "I'd better make a note of the time and date," she teased. "This is a first." Danielle giggled and playfully slapped her mother's thigh. Her mother reached down and took her hand. 

"Don't strike your mother, young lady," she said with mock sternness. Then she just held Danielle's hand in hers. "So you don't want dinner? What do you want?" she asked, looking over at her daughter. 

Danielle just looked at her, pleading silently. Janice smiled.

"Ok. One massage, coming up." she said as Danielle squeezed her hand tightly.

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It seemed like they would never get home, but finally they arrived. Danielle zipped into the house, shedding clothes as she ran upstairs.

"Hey, what about your equipment?" called her mother as Danielle's half-naked form disappeared up the stairs.

"Could you do it for me?" Danielle called. Janice could already hear the shower running.

By the time Janice had taken care of hockey equipment and got her bedroom arranged, Danielle was finished showering. Janice had left the bedroom door open and Danielle just walked in. She was nude.

"No need for false modesty, right?" she asked her mother, "there's here nothing you haven't seen already."

"Well, no," Janice replied, smiling, "but I've never had it put on display before, either."

Danielle blushed as she got into bed. As Janice embraced her, she could feel her daughter covered with goose bumps. She began to rub Danielle's back in a caressing, comforting way. Danielle looked up at her questioningly.

"You don't really have any knots to work out, do you?" Janice asked. Danielle just shook her head, too nervous to speak. "Then why don't we just cuddle for a while?" Janice suggested. Danielle nodded and snuggled more closely against her mother.

They remained silent a long time, each coming to terms with themselves and their feelings. Finally Danielle spoke. "So what were you and Coach Ellen talking about in the parking lot? You said you'd tell me later."

Janice took a deep breath. She had been trying to figure out how to say this. "Sweetie, I talked to her about...how I felt..." Danielle stirred. "...about how we felt."

"Wow," her daughter said softly, "you mean she knows? I couldn't tell...I mean...she didn't act any different than normal."

"She's a remarkable person," Janice agreed. "I can't say that she was 100% supportive, but she did help me to see that sometimes the usual rules don't apply." Danielle smiled.

"You've been breaking a lot of your rules lately," she reminded her mother. "Like the whole kissing girls thing." In reply, Janice kissed her.

"Yeah. And like the whole kissing my daughter thing..." she responded as Danielle cut her off with another kiss. Janice gently extracted herself so she could continue. 

"I'm here for you, Dannie," she told her daughter. "I want you to feel free to be yourself tonight...to explore whatever you need to explore." Danielle leaned forward and kissed her mother. It was a lingering kiss.

"I need you to explore me, too," Danielle sighed. Janice silently pulled off her clothes and they were naked together.

Danielle immediately began caressing her mother's breasts as she had done that morning. This time, though, there was no hesitation as she quickly resumed the suckling that had produced such a strong response. Janice, for her part, no longer tried to resist the feelings. Having spent the whole day keyed up sexually and emotionally, she knew that she was going to succumb quickly no matter what.

"Ahhh, Dannie," she sighed, "you do that really well." Seeing her mother becoming sexually aroused, got Danielle excited as well. She felt herself becoming light-headed—intoxicated with the smell, taste and feel of her mother. The pulsing, warmth returned between her legs, and she instinctively humped forward, finding her mother's thigh to press against.

Janice understood and reached around to grasp Danielle's ass. She pulled her daughter more tightly tightly against her as Dannie spread her legs and welcomed the comforting thigh, giving it full access where it was most achingly craved.

As Danielle began to hump against her, Janice could not stand it any longer. She reached down to her mons, brushing it lightly with her palm, then gripping more firmly and joining her daughter in the rhythmic thrusting.

Danielle saw her mother's hand working, pleasuring herself. She reached down and, a bit awkwardly, tried to do the same for herself. After a few minutes, Janice could see that she was having trouble. 

She gently moved her hand to her daughter's pussy, saying softly, "Here, let me show you," as she got a good grip and pressed down firmly. The reaction was immediate. 

"Oh God, mom," Danielle moaned, "please do it. Please." She had no idea what to do, but instincts passed down from time immemorial took hold. She began thrusting her hips, fucking the air. There was only a slight adjustment of her loving mother's hand required. As Janice's fingers disappeared into her daughter's moist slit, Danielle was now fucking flesh and blood. And there was no question: her body knew exactly how to do that. 

"Follow your heart," was the last conscious thought Danielle had before she completely lost herself in the moment.

Janice was awestruck at the strength and passion of her daughter. Danielle had been transformed into a complete, adult woman, totally focused on mating. Seeing the powerfully thrusting, athletic hips, Janice thought, "She could make such beautiful babies," before realizing that her daughter's destiny lay elsewhere. Like any good mother, she only focused on helping her daughter reach her full potential as a woman.

"So be it," she thought, "this is who my daughter is." And after a moment: "And this is who I am."

Danielle had a desperate look in her eyes. She felt her body slipping from her control as her reflexes began to take over. "Oh God, mom, I can't..." she began, then passed beyond speech.

"You're doing great, Dannie," her mom assured her, "let nature take it's course. It won't be long now, sweetie."

Janice reached her fingers toward the area where her daughter's g-spot would be located. At first, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, Danielle grabbed her mother's hand with a furious strength and held it in a vice grip as she fucked her young loins down on the arching fingers. She tried to pull the blessed fingers deeper inside her. She wanted to envelop the fingers, the hand...ahh...the whole universe.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Danielle cried as she moved. She felt like she was strapped to a rocket, blasting off into outer space.

Janice could only watch, awed, as her magnificent daughter fucked herself into a cataclysmic orgasm. She wiggled her fingers, trying to give Danielle every possible bit of pleasure.

"Oh God, fuck. Mom," Danielle moaned, "Mom...ahh... fuck," she gasped as Janice felt her internal muscles grip down and squeeze her fingers with a furious strength. Almost immediately, Danielle's body began to shake with the orgasm, and she grunted and twitched her way through it.




Welcome to My World



As the spasms began to subside, Danielle sighed, "Holy Christ. Wow." "Fuck me," she added, shaking her head.

Her mother smiled. "I think I just did, sweetie," she said.

Danielle swept her hair back and shook her head. "Wow. You sure as hell did. That was fucking amazing. I must have sounded like an idiot though. It's hard to think straight when you're in the middle of that."

Janice kissed her daughter. "Yes it is," she agreed. "You do use a lot of swear words don't you?" she added, arching an eyebrow.

Danielle blushed, "I know, I'll try to be better about that. Mackenzie is a bad influence on my language...and...er...being in the middle of the sex thing doesn't help."

Her mother kissed her. "Well, it's not good for public consumption...but, honestly, Dannie, I thought it was exciting. I'm glad you can let go so completely."

Danielle started to cry, unable to control her emotions. "I only can do that because you accept me for who I am. It's you, mom. It's all you...I will always love you for that."

Now, Janice was crying too. She hugged Danielle like she would never let her go. "It's all you, Dannie. Now and forever. You are the joy and light in my life, and I want you to be happy."

They hugged, kissed and sobbed together, knowing that their lives would always be better for having shared a moment of passion that almost everyone else would call wrong.

Suddenly, Danielle started laughing uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" asked her mother.

"I just thought of the 'follow your heart' thing," Danielle answered, still giggling, "I think I was following another part of my anatomy for a while there."

"You sure as hell were," her mother affirmed, kissing her. As they kissed, Danielle became aware that her mother seemed unsettled.

"Oh my God," she said, "you haven't...I mean...mom, do you need to..." her voice trailed off.

"If you're asking if I need to climax, the answer is yes," Janice answered. Danielle could see the sex flush that was spread across her mother's chest. "This has been a long, long day in many ways, and I just can't take much more of this."

Danielle was inexperienced, but her heart was determined. She wanted to give her mom the same kind of pleasure that she had received—and nothing would stop her trying. She reached down to her mother's mons, trying to get her hand in the right position.

Janice stopped her. "Dannie, let me do this myself...I'll come a lot faster and easier that way. I just want you to be with me...hold me while I come, sweetie. I want to be close to you."

Danielle wrapped her arms around Janice and adjusted her body so her mother had room to move her arm. "Oh God, mom, I want you to feel so good...like you did for me."

Janice looked at her daughter with tears welling in her eyes. She had never been loved so openly, so completely, so innocently...so purely as she was loved now. Danielle, no matter how inexperienced technically had the heart of the best lover she could ever imagine.

Janice reached down, feeling again for the proper spot. The hair, the mons, the lips...opening...wetness...ah...almost...just upward a bit...and...

Danielle felt her mother's body jerk as Janice's hand found what it had sought. "Mom?" she asked, uncertainly.

"Ahhh, God," Janice sighed, "I've needed this all fucking day," as her hand began to make circular motions.

Danielle kissed her. "Now you're the one with the potty mouth," she teased. One look at her mother's face, though, told her that her quips were going unheeded. Janice was rapidly finding the release she sought.

Danielle watched as her mother's fingers skillfully circled her clitoris, gathering speed. "That's got to feel amazing," she murmured.

"Oh God, sweetie, it does," Janice groaned. "I'm headed where you just came from."

Danielle put her face right next to Janice's ear and spoke in a low whisper, "Mom, I want to see you come. I love you so much. Come really hard."

As she finished the last sentence, she heard Janice gasp, then saw her back arch and her legs fly apart. Her mother gave one final, massive pelvic thrust, pushing her mons upward. With all totally exposed, Danielle had a perfect view of the hand, now a blur, and the fingers dancing around the engorged clitoris. Grunts and explosive sighs burst from her mother, and Danielle watched the older woman move through the throes of a powerful orgasm and into the resolution phase.

For a good long while afterward, it was Janice's turn to rest her head against another woman's breast. And Danielle, for the first time, knew the feeling of caring for another being who needed her.

It was everything she had dreamed that it could be.

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"It seems like kissing girls is just the beginning," Danielle said dreamily, as her mother nuzzled deeper into her embrace.

"Well, a lot can start with a kiss. That's for damn sure," sighed Janice.

"That's an understatement," Danielle said. "Anyway, I'm glad you discovered that you like to kiss girls," she continued, "I'm especially glad that you like kissing me."

"I do, Danielle. I love it," Janice said softly, "I love kissing girls. And I especially love kissing my daughter."

Janice considered their embrace for a moment, "Why does everyone think that things have to be one certain way?" she asked. She hugged her daughter—her lover—close. "Is this really so wrong?" she asked continued. "It can't be wrong when it's so perfectly, exactly right."

Danielle smiled, recalling how the events of the last few days had changed her mother. She knew that everything would be all right, now that her mom understood her feelings. She looked lovingly at her mother and kissed her.

"Mom," she said simply, "welcome to my world."