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Caitlin and Sara Ch. 01

By: babylez



Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission.

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My personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, my dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who once again has provided his generous and timely editorial insight. Thanks B!

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Of course all the actors in this script are of legal age.

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It was mid-morning on a lazy Saturday in September and I was relaxing on the white wooden swing that was suspended from the ceiling of our spacious front porch. My attention was focused on the activity that was occurring at the house next door. Since it was the day following a Friday night football game I had nothing special planned, although I'd thought about visiting the mall later to buy a new skirt and a pair of black four inch dress heels.

I was wearing an obscenely risqué pair of white nylon jogging shorts and a tight-fitting gray tee shirt that was still showing visible signs of perspiration. The faded words 'Memorial High School Cheer Squad' were emblazoned across the front of my shirt in maroon and white letters. Like most of my tee shirts this one was custom-tailored by me to reveal as much skin as my adoring mother would tolerate.

My stomach revealed the faint trace of the abdominal muscles that I had been working on for four years using a grueling sit-ups regimen and consequently my pierced navel was always proudly on display to show it all off. My mother could not gripe too much about my attire, since my cheerleading outfit disclosed about as much of me as this tailored tee shirt did. Well, almost as much.

I had actually cut the shirt a bit higher than I had originally planned and now if I moved the wrong way it would reveal the bottom of my boobs, as opposed to our cheerleading outfit that fit rather snugly around our torso just south of that rather strategic vantage point. At first it drew a criticizing stare from my mother, but she seemed to be giving me a lot more slack these days, since I was now a high school senior and I really did try hard not to abuse her trust.

My white Adidas running shoes and my socks were pulled off my feet and lying on the floor below the swing. My legs were curled up tightly against my body revealing toe nails that were painted a bright red color that matched my finger nails that I kept very long and also very red.

I had finished my morning seven mile jogging ritual a couple hours earlier and I was now focusing most of my attention on the three burly men who were unloading furniture and boxes from a large orange Allied moving truck in the sweltering September heat.

It was still very hot in Houston at this time of the year and sadly for those guys, today it almost seemed to be unseasonably hot. I had been watching them since I had returned from my run and they already appeared as if they might not survive the day.

My name is Caitlin Moore, or Cat as I've been called since about kindergarten, and as I mentioned I'm now a senior at Memorial High School in Houston. Like all women who are their toughest critics I consider myself to be average looking, although I know I do have the tools to look really exceptional when I put a little bit of effort into it.

Unlike my mother, who I think is just sexy as hell; I'm more the athletic type who's built more for speed and endurance. My body is narrower and leaner than my mother's and even as a high school senior I'm only now starting to develop that coveted hourglass shape that all my friends have had since about ninth or tenth grade.

I'm a tad over five and half feet tall and I weigh anywhere from one hundred ten to one hundred thirteen pounds. I'm very slender and as a consequence my boobs are not very large, although they are a very nice cup size at nearly a 'D.' I also have been gifted with really large nipples that are nearly an inch long and about the thickness of my thumb, but that's not the best part. They can get visibly larger than that when I'm aroused, which is to say they get longer and thicker when I'm really turned on. 

To finish my somewhat modest description of myself, my hair is perfectly straight and it's a reddish blond color and I normally wear it down several inches past my shoulders, but now I have it pulled back in a white scrunchy. My eyes are an emerald green color, just like my mother's, and my lips are very full like hers, which she typically describes as 'pouty.' When I go out or go to school I always wear makeup and I must admit that I can create a pretty impressive package, but right now I'm in my 'plain-Jane' attire.

As an eighteen year old female I'm not into watching everything that goes on in our neighborhood, but I have been mildly interested in the Jones' house since it was first placed on the market in late May. As far as neighbors went, I thought that Gary and Samantha Jones were really terrific people, but they only had one child - a son, who was a couple years younger than me and despite the age difference he would not have been my type even if I had any sort of interest in guys. He was just a very nice fifteen year old kid who always fixed my printer or computer and checked it weekly for viruses and spam, but there was absolutely no dating potential there.

I had known that the Jones' departure from the neighborhood might provide an opportunity for another family to move in who just might have a daughter close to my own age. As a cheerleader and the President of the Memorial High School Senior Class I certainly wasn't hurting for friends, but since I did not own a car I often thought it would be terrific to have a girlfriend who lived close by. As I continued to focus on the activity next door, I remained vigilant for some evidence of the new occupants.

I took another sip of my orange juice and uncurled my long tanned legs and placed them up on the wooden railing that surrounded the porch of the quaint two story brick house where my mother and I lived. It was a comfortable place that was built in the early nineteen hundreds and it had been totally updated just before we moved in, when I was about to begin the sixth grade. But what we really liked best about our house when we first saw it was the neighborhood. With towering Pine and Cypress trees scattered everywhere and friendly, caring neighbors, it was one of the more popular places to reside in Houston's northwest corridor.

"See anything interesting yet, baby?"

The question seemed to shatter the morning silence and it took me by surprise. I instinctively turned in the direction of the voice and watched my mother push open the screen door and step out onto the porch with her newspaper in one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other. In her bare feet she walked silently across the porch to join me on a swing that was long enough to easily accommodate both of us. She had gotten home from work as I was heading out the door for my morning run and she was still in her dark blue hospital scrubs.

By anyone's standards my mother, Colleen Moore, would be considered a genuine heart-throb. At barely thirty-six years old she had frequently been mistaken for my sister and I could tell that she was terribly proud of that fact. She was six feet tall in her bare feet and her thick hair was dark red in color and it cascaded down the center of her back well past her shoulders in the same style that she had worn her entire life. Many people considered her gorgeous locks to be her most attractive asset.

My mother's emerald green eyes and the slight trace of freckles that were barely visible across the bridge of her nose quickly provided sufficient evidence of her Celtic heritage; the same evidence that everyone saw in me and what my loving mother affectionately referred to as my Irish good looks.

My mother worked hard to look good and she knew that all the hours she had spent sweating her ass off in the gym were well worth the effort. She was tall and lean and her body had great definition, and to her delight she was able to achieve it all without sacrificing her feminine side. Her eyes were now highlighted with dark eyeliner and three blended shades of green eye shadow. I knew that my mother considered her eyes - not her hair, to be her greatest asset. Personally, I thought it was way too close to call.

Oh, one last thing about my mother. Her lips were very full just like my grandmother's and for nearly five years they had been tattooed in a permanent cranberry color that always gave the appearance that she had recently reapplied her lipstick. I loved that look and I knew that I would have the same thing done to my lips very soon – as soon as I had an extra seven hundred dollars, that is.

Also, at 34C-23-33 my mother was never tempted to surgically enhance what she considered were the perfect measurements for a woman her size. I always envied her measurements, but I had to admit that my boobs looked more like they were designed for my body and all-in-all I was pretty happy with them. 

"Aside from the movers I haven't seen any other life forms emerge yet." I replied, as I smiled at my mother before returning my attention to the activity next door.

My mother tossed the newspaper on the floor and put her arm around me and I instinctively leaned into her, while I continued to watch the movers laboring under the late morning sun. I was glad my mother was such a physical person and I never grew tired of her hugging or kissing me.

Colleen genuinely enjoyed the close relationship that she shared with her only child. She was always hearing all the horror stories about teenagers from the other nurses she worked with, but she was thankfully spared that kind of behavior with Caitlin. They seemed to enjoy living in an open environment and she did not think that Cat kept any secrets from her and vice versa.

"Those guys are going to experience a severe hydration problem, if they haven't already done so. Why don't you grab a six-pack of bottled spring water and head over there; it'll also provide you with an ideal opportunity to conduct your own little scouting mission?" Colleen suggested, as she tugged playfully at my ponytail with her free hand.

I turned to look at my mother and smiled at her, before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks mom, that's a wonderful idea."

I got up and left her sitting on the swing as I headed into the house. A minute or two later the screen door opened again and she looked up at me as I shot her a quick smile before heading down the steps and across the front lawn in my bare feet, carrying a six-pack of icy cold bottled water in one hand and putting on my sunglasses with the other.

Colleen sat up in the swing and focused her attention on her daughter, as she crossed in front of her on her way towards the moving truck. She tried to be tolerant of the styles worn by teens today, but she knew that many people considered that sort of attire to border on the obscene. Perhaps she was more patient than she should be because the entire image reminded her of herself at the University of Texas nearly fifteen years ago and those days always put a smile on her face.

At five feet, seven inches tall Cat didn't have her mom's height, but the hair and those green eyes left little doubt where she came from. Before her husband died six years earlier, Colleen would frequently tease Brian over the fact that there was no trace of him to be found anywhere in their daughter. Now, Colleen would have given anything if that had not been the case. Even after all this time she still missed him dearly. In fact, she had still not gotten past his death and had only been with a man once since that time and that experience was just short of terrible.

As I finally reached the truck, I pulled three bottles of water out of the plastic holder and handed one to each of the three men who had stopped what they were doing when they saw me approach. That was no surprise to me, women just had that affect on guys and I suspected that any female wearing this outfit would get the same level of attention.

As Colleen watched her daughter bantering with the three men, she could not help but notice that she seemed to radiate a rare combination of sensuality with pure innocence – a combination that could definitely prove to be lethal to someone someday. As she watched her lean against the truck in her bare feet, she had a huge smile on her face. She was receiving the undivided attention of the three young men and like most girls she was probably enjoying every bit of it.

Although her daughter had turned eighteen several weeks ago, without her makeup Colleen knew that she could pass for a fourteen or fifteen year old and that could easily become a dangerous weapon. She couldn't help but feel sorry for all the hearts her daughter would wind up breaking in the future.

Sara Martin had been going non-stop at a rather torrid pace since the moving truck had arrived from Atlanta earlier in the day. She had been busy directing the placement of furniture and boxes and unpacking dishes and glassware for more than two hours and she felt as if she hadn't even made a dent in what was now looking more like wall-to-wall chaos. So she was absolutely delighted when she looked out the front kitchen window to see that the movers were finally taking a break.

At first Sara thought that the men were just standing around the truck drinking some water and catching a break, but then she saw what had captivated their attention. It looked like a young girl standing against the truck and she had one of the sexiest little bodies Sara had ever seen. She had to be from the neighborhood, Sara thought, so she decided that she might as well go introduce herself.

Even though I had never felt an attraction to guys – a fact that I shared with very few people - I loved the attention I always received from them. I was certainly old enough to know the effect I could have on them and I really enjoyed having that power over them and I didn't mind using it for a little old fashioned manipulation. I was just about to answer another meaningless question that the cute Hispanic guy asked me when I saw someone coming towards us from the house. When the three men turned to see what had attracted my attention, they reluctantly dispersed and started back to work, thanking me for the water one last time.

I pushed myself off the truck and watched as the woman continued to walk down the long driveway towards me. She was certainly not the high school friend that I was hoping for, but I was not the least bit disappointed. This woman was certainly older than me, probably closer to my mother's age – give or take a couple years either way, and she was every bit as gorgeous. I moved my glasses up on my head to get a better look.

Coincidentally, she was wearing a red University of Georgia tee shirt that seemed to cover some rather impressive boobs, but was also tailored to reveal her bare midriff section. She was also wearing a pair of white denim cut-offs that hit her about mid-thigh and red flip-flops. Her body was very tan, lean and taut and her navel was pierced with a one-inch gold ring, which told me something about her personality and I realized that it made me smile.

My new neighbor had a massive amount of straight black hair pulled back in a red scrunchy that went down to about the middle of her back and she had the bluest eyes and fullest red lips that I'd ever seen on anyone other than me or my mother. I immediately felt goose bumps begin to form on my arms and then I realized that my nipples had become hard and I was moist in my sexual center. 

"Hi, ah . . . I'm . . . Sara Martin." She said in a strong Georgia accent, extending her hand towards me.

Sara Martin knew immediately that her words had nearly caught in her throat, but she couldn't help herself. There was some sensual quality about the girl standing before her that was simply captivating. Perhaps it was the unusual combination of innocence with an intense sensual demeanor, or maybe it was a sexual aura that Sara just seemed to sense. Or maybe it was those incredible nipples underneath her tee shirt. Sara couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt her pulse quicken and her mouth was suddenly parched and she was more thoroughly confused about what she was feeling than she could ever remember being in her entire life.

Sara didn't know how she had gotten the girl's hand in hers, but suddenly she was aware that they were shaking hands and the girl was smiling at her, while Sara was staring into her sparkling green eyes. Sara knew she felt strangely, as if she were now a prisoner to the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen; and those Angelina Jolie lips were to die for.

"I'm sorry sweetie, what were you saying?" Sara finally found the words, as she struggled to try and regain some semblance of composure.

I smiled as I maintained eye contact with my new neighbor. I had seen that starry-eyed look before and even with my lack of experience I understood what it meant all too well. I knew there was just something about those emerald green eyes with those pouty lips that made people lose their concentration when they spoke to me. I used to see it happen with people around my mother all the time and ever since I had turned sixteen it had been happening to me with much greater frequency and I simply loved it.

"Ah, I said . . . I'm glad to meet you Sara. My name is Caitlin, but if you like you can call me Cat. I live over there." I said smiling, as I turned and motioned towards my house.

Sara had still not released the young girl's hand and took notice of the fact that the girl didn't seem to mind. She decided to hold onto it for just an instant longer.

"I wanted to come over and introduce myself and welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm sure that my mom will bring over a cake or something when you're all moved in, but for now how about a bottle of icy cold spring water?" I said, as I held up the three remaining bottles of water.

Sara looked at the bottles and breathed a visible sigh of relief. "Oh god, that would be so wonderful; thank you, Cat."

Sara released my hand, knowing I'd need it to pull a bottle from the plastic holder. As I freed one bottle I handed it over to Sara.

"Is there anyone else inside that could use a cold drink?" I asked, holding up the remaining two bottles, as I furrowed my brow awaiting Sara's response.

Sara finished taking a long drink of water and then she returned the cap to the bottle. "No, it's just me and the movers for now. Otherwise it would be my husband Greg, but he'll remain in Atlanta for another four to six more weeks before he finally joins me here."

I smiled at Sara and handed her the remaining two bottles that were still in the plastic holder. "Well, then perhaps you might want to hold onto these two bottles; put them in your fridge for later. Also, I'm free all day long if there is anything I could do to help you in there." 

Sara took the other bottles of water and smiled warmly. "Cat, you are a godsend. It has just been terrible for me since I got here about six o'clock last night and everything is in utter chaos. My husband was supposed to get the darn utilities turned on before I arrived, but he forgot. I drove more than eight hundred miles on Friday to get here to meet the movers and he forgot - after I reminded him twice. Can you believe the moron forgot?"

Sara's unexpected condemnation of her husband caused me to chuckle and then I brandished a huge smile, as my hostess continued with her tales of woe, unabated. I already knew that I was going to really like this woman and I was hoping that we might even become close friends.

"Now I have to survive the whole weekend without electricity or water," she went on. "I can't keep any food in the house and until this very minute I didn't even have a cold drink. I can't flush the toilet and either a warm or cold bath is out of the question. It's just been terrible and now instead of unpacking and putting stuff away tonight, I'll need to go find a motel room because the house will be totally dark when the sun sets, not to mention hot as hell."


Caitlin and Sara Ch. 01



I looked at all the activity going on around us and I smiled. "Look, it's not nearly as bad as you might think. First of all, a motel is simply out of the question. We have a perfectly nice guest room at our house that sits unused most of the time and you're totally welcome to it for as long as you need it. We also have some pretty long outdoor extension cords, so if you want to run one over to your house when the sun goes down you can work as late as you want and then just come over to our house when you're ready to eat, shower or sleep."

Sara's face began to visibly light up. "Oh god, Cat you're the answer to my prayers. Are you sure it will be alright with your parents?"

"Actually it's just me and my mother and she'd be angry at me if I didn't make the offer. She'd be quick to remind me that she raised me better than that." I replied, with a half smile.

That smile seemed to cause Sara's pulse to quicken. Sara just didn't know what to say to the young beauty in front of her. She had never been friendly with any of her neighbors in Atlanta for various reasons and she was totally unprepared for this generous dose of Lone Star hospitality. She smiled warmly and uttered the only words that came to mind. 

"Thank you, Cat. Thank you so much for making me feel at home."

I smiled broadly at her sincere expression of appreciation. "Why don't we go over to my house and I'll introduce you to my mother. You can't see her real well from over here because of the Oleander bushes surrounding our porch, but she's sitting there on the swing reading the paper. Then you can show me what you have going on inside and perhaps I can help. I'm a lot stronger than I look and I'm sure you could use an extra body."

Sara stood there smiling at the young girl, who she now noticed actually seemed similar to her own height and weight. "Sure, that would be great; I'd love to meet her and then I'd love the help."

As we started over to my house I innocently grabbed hold of Sara's hand and we walked the short distance hand-in-hand like a mother and daughter, or perhaps it was more like . . . like something else.

Sara wasn't exactly sure how Cat had gotten a hold of her hand, but the innocent gesture made her smile. In fact, as she felt Cat's nails digging slightly into her palm she realized that the feeling even made her tingle a little. A thought shot through Sara's head like a bolt of lightning before she even realized it. She had never been intimate with another woman before and she quickly dismissed such a notion from her mind as simply improbable.

Before Sara realized it they had reached Cat's house and began to ascend the steps to the porch. As soon as her eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight to the shade, Sara was unable to conceal the emotions that were surging through her at that instant. She was now staring at a woman seated on the porch swing who looked like a slightly older version of Cat. She seemed way too young to have a daughter Cat's age and she was absolutely gorgeous. 

I introduced my mom to our new neighbor and the two women shook hands and smiled warmly at each other as they seemed to be silently sizing each other up. Before they could say a word, I jumped in and explained Sara's plight and told my mother that I had invited her to stay with us for the weekend. My mother smiled at me and then at Sara.

"Of course you're welcome here for as long as you need to stay. I'll be leaving for work at seven this evening – I work three twelve hour shifts over the weekend as a charge nurse in the hospital ER, but Cat is a perfect hostess and I know you'll be in good hands with her." Colleen said, smiling warmly.

I was taken aback momentarily by my mother's unintended double entendre, but fought the urge to chuckle. After exchanging some small talk we left my mother on her way into bed and we headed back to Sara's house and the task of putting her new home in order. I was tempted to take her hand again, but I didn't know how well that might be received a second time and I certainly didn't want to weird out our new neighbor.

During the remainder of the afternoon we worked tirelessly, opening boxes and placing and then replacing furniture as the movers finally finished the job and drove off absolutely exhausted by half past six, looking far worse than when they first arrived.

As the two women shared pieces or their lives, Sara found herself stunned to learn that Cat was eighteen years old, after initially guessing her to be much younger. What didn't surprise her was that she was growing fonder of her young companion by the minute. She was entranced by Cat's innocence, yet she found her intellectually bright, articulate and extremely witty. However, she had difficulty trying to decide whether the sensual aura that seemed to emanate from her was intentional or just something that she innocently might have inherited from her mother.

Under normal circumstances I would not have volunteered to work in a house with no air conditioning in ninety four degree heat performing manual labor for hours on end. Don't get me wrong, I certainly didn't consider that kind of work beneath me, but I pull a good bit of the load at home to make things easier for my mother and normally that was enough to fully satisfy my domestic side. But somehow this was totally different.

Like most women uncertain about their sexual identity, I never knew exactly when I finally realized that I was a lesbian. I dated sparingly through my sophomore year and I even sexually played around with a few guys, but I gradually grew to understand that those dates really did nothing for me physically or emotionally.

I remember when it all came together and the thought really scared me a little, wondering how different my life would be, but then the idea kind of grew on me. About that time I stopped fighting the attraction that I was feeling for several girls in my class.

At first I didn't know exactly how I should handle it. I initially considered talking with my mother about it, but after further consideration I simply decided it might be too premature to do so and I kept it all to myself.

Eventually I learned that several of my friends were experiencing similar feelings regarding the emergence of their sexual identity and I was able to pursue clandestine relationships with four of them that were very fulfilling from a sexual perspective, yet they were sadly not the kind of relationships that inspired any of us to come out of the closet. Besides, I think I was the only bona fide lez in the group, while the other three were just experimenting.

Now, it felt vastly different. I was with a woman who was maybe twice my age who I barely knew, yet I could not understand the warm and lustful feelings I seemed to be developing for her. I already could sense that it was different than anything I felt before, but I was too new at this to understand it any better than that.

I found Sara exciting, funny, smart and very interesting. Of course she was also stunning, but I was very flattered by the fact that as a lawyer she found me interesting and enjoyed talking with me. I also loved to listen to her cute Georgia accent as she shared some of her courtroom war stories with me and I found myself asking her all sorts of questions.

We worked side by side for hours and I could not believe it when it finally started getting dark and it occurred to us that we hadn't taken a break since we had returned to her house and neither of us had eaten a thing.

"Cat, you have turned this day into something far different than I had feared it would be. You turned all of this work into fun and we got so much more accomplished than I would have ever imagined possible. If you'll permit me, I would love to take you out to dinner tonight." Sara offered, as the two women sat cross-legged on the living room floor amidst the collection of empty boxes.

I considered the offer for a long moment. I was really tired, sweaty and there was no way I wanted to get showered and put on make-up to go out to eat after nine o'clock. In truth, eating was never that important to me. On the other hand, I suspected that Sara wanted to offer some gesture to show her appreciation for my help and I did not want to deprive her of that opportunity.

"Counselor, would you consider a counter offer?" I asked, brandishing a sly smile.

Sara could not help but be amused by my question. She returned my smile and nodded, wondering where I was going with this.

"I'm guessing neither of us wants to go out like this and even if we hurried it would take us at least an hour to shower and get dressed. How about if we just order a pizza and then relax in our hot tub. I also suspect that it would help us from being too sore in the morning and tomorrow we'll be able to place the rest of your furniture where you want it and also finish unpacking your boxes. What do you think?"

Sara was immediately relieved by Cat's offer and her expression clearly showed it. The girl was absolutely right, she didn't sleep a wink in the house last night and she did not really feel like getting ready to go out this late anyway, but she felt it would have been terribly unthinking of her not to extend the offer for dinner.

"Cat, I think that's a great idea. Let's do it." She said, with an excited smile.

We walked back to my house and I called a little pizza shop that was close by our house that served the best New York style pizza in the area. I don't know whether a New Yorker would actually agree with such a claim, but I know it was easily the most popular pizza place in our zip code.

I was in the kitchen making a pitcher of Country Time lemonade when the doorbell rang. My friends don't drop by without calling first, so I knew it was probably our pizza. When I opened the door I was staring at the face of Brandon Teal, one of my classmates, who I quickly realized was actually delivering the pizza. He smiled and I guess I did too, but I was a bit stunned at first. Brandon had asked me out only about two hundred times since our junior year and for just an instant I wondered whether he had now resorted to stalking me. Needless to say, it was initially a bit awkward.

I felt too petty asking Sara for the money so I just gave Brandon a twenty and told him to keep the change. I'm certainly not rich and I normally don't tip six dollars for any food delivery – unless the girl is really cute, but I really wanted to shorten that encounter and get Brandon out of the house and back on his merry way.

When I brought the pizza, paper plates and the lemonade out to the patio Sara immediately grabbed her wallet and started to rifle through it for money, until I asked her to allow me to pay for her first meal at her new home.

I don't know whether my argument was just compelling, or if she just realized that it would be way too awkward to try and force money on me after my gesture. Anyway, she smiled and relented, making me cross my heart and promise that I would let her take me and my mother out to dinner at our favorite restaurant as soon as possible, which I was more than happy to do.

For the next forty-five minutes we nearly ate the whole pizza, drank two pitchers of lemonade and talked like friends who had known each other for years. I was initially a bit concerned whether the age difference between us would ever make it awkward for us to communicate without the distraction of unloading boxes, but that never seemed to be a problem. Everything was simply perfect, as the amber colored exterior lights from the house cast a soft glow onto the deck and the only sound we could hear was the water bubbling in the hot tub, which I had turned on when we first arrived.

I finally stood up and walked over to the hot tub and stuck my fingers in the one hundred three degree water and made a little splashing motion on the surface with my hand. "I think the water is perfect, last one in is a rotten egg."

Okay, I knew that this was one instance where the whole situation could become a bit awkward. As we were eating our pizza I had been trying to decide the best way to transition from sitting on the deck to getting into the hot tub without causing my new neighbor any undue stress, discomfort or embarrassment. I wasn't sure if I had a great plan, but I knew I would either love it or hate in the morning.

Without any ceremony I pulled my tee shirt over my head and slipped out of my nylon jogging shorts. In one seamless motion I sat on the wall of the hot tub and I performed a little pirouette with my legs bringing them up and over the wall and into the water. As I performed that rather graceful maneuver my entire body slid under the bubbles that were collecting on the surface. Before looking over at Sara, I intentionally turned the aerator off, so that if she got into the tub she could clearly see my body. Then I looked over at my guest who was sitting about eight feet away.

I almost wished that I had a camera to capture the expression on Sara's face. She was in the same position I had left her in moments earlier, stretched out on the chaise lounge with a glass of lemonade in one hand and her red scrunchy in the other. She was still watching me as if she could not believe what she had just witnessed. I'm normally not very modest anyway, so the entire stunt was not at all a real effort for me.

"C'mon Sara," I called over to her, as if we were taking a stroll in Memorial Park.

Now I knew that Sara was facing a moment of truth. No matter what her moral compass was telling her, I knew that it would be terribly uncomfortable for her to do anything but follow me into the water. I was holding my breath as I watched her contemplate the alternatives to my invitation. When she finally put her lemonade and the scrunchy on the table and then stood, I still had no clear indication of what she would do.

Sara looked at me in the hot tub once more without any visible expression on her face and then she looked all around canvassing the yard, as if to make certain that there was no possible way that anyone could be watching us. As if finally convincing herself that the coast was clear, she walked over to the hot tub and stuck her hand into the water, as I had done. I suspected that it was all a ruse to stall for more time.

Sara finally smiled at me. "Hmm, the water does feel great."

I smiled back at her and gave her a little half-splash that was intended to get the rest of her arm wet, but nothing else. She got the drift of the little game, and mimicked backing up to avoid getting too wet. I was trying to give her as much time as she might need to get comfortable with the situation.

Then a minute or two later without any notice or fanfare Sara unbuttoned her cut-offs and pulled them down and then she pulled her tee shirt over her head and performed the same maneuver I did to enter the hot tub. Like me, she was now totally naked and it felt as if my heart skipped a beat as I watched her slide into the water.

For a moment she just sat there as if she were trying to get her bearings. I could tell she did experience a tad bit of discomfort over the whole situation, but I did not get the feeling that she was a prude and that doing something like this was a real stretch for her. We sat there and stared at each other for several minutes before I finally broke the silence.

"Sara, as you know I'm a cheerleader and we have sixteen girls on that squad who are considered by many of the students and faculty to be the most beautiful girls in our school. We all dress and undress together and believe me when I say that I have seen all of their equipment. All that said, I have to tell you that I think you have one of the most beautiful bodies I've ever seen."

She hesitated for an instant before responding, as she seemed to think about that observation. "Ah, thank you for saying that Cat. It has been years since I've had anyone tell me anything like that. I'm sure you're told all the time how incredibly gorgeous you are."

Sara's mouth was really dry and she glanced over at her glass of lemonade that was sitting on the table some ten feet away, which might as well have been a hundred feet away as far as she was concerned, since she had no intention of getting out of that hot tub for the rest of her life.

She cursed under her breath, wishing that she had remembered to bring that stupid glass with her. Between the goose bumps she was feeling and the cotton mouth, she suddenly did not think she was going to survive this night.

I watched Sara's eyes move to the lemonade and I knew what she needed. I realized that I could actually have some fun with this scenario.

"Darn it, I forgot to bring my lemonade over here, would you like yours as well?" I asked.

Without waiting for her response I stood up directly in front of Sara and sat on the wall of the hot tub facing her ready to reverse the earlier motion that I used to enter the water. I held that position for a half a minute longer than I needed to, knowing that Sara was now able to see my entire hairless body, right down to my very erect nipples.

Then I walked over to the table and added more ice and lemonade to each glass and then carried the glasses over to the hot tub, placing Sara's glass on the ledge within her reach and doing the same with my glass. Then I sat on the wall once again and moved my legs inside the hot tub, but this time I did not slide into the water right way. Rather, I delayed once again giving Sara another opportunity to see all of me. At times like this I was so glad I was into running and sit-ups.

As I finally slid into the water the second time I tried to sit a bit more upright, because I really wanted my nipples to sit above the level of the water.

"No, actually I haven't." I said.

Sara finished taking a along drink or lemonade and then suddenly looked at me with a confused look on her face. "I'm sorry, no you actually haven't what?"

"I actually haven't been told many times how gorgeous I am," I replied.

Sara looked at me with an incredulous expression. "Cat, you've got to be shitting me."

For an instant I actually didn't have a clue where she was going with that statement. "No, I swear. I mean, yes, I've had guys tell me that sort of thing before, but that never really . . ."

I caught myself in mid-sentence. I did not want to share any information with Sara that would get her to wonder whether I had an ulterior motive for everything I said to her or did with her earlier today.

Sara was now looking at me in a way that was totally different from anything I had seen thus far. For the first time since I met her I was actually beginning to feel a tad nervous.

"Well, that really stuns me," she said. "Regardless, I'll tell you Cat that you and your mother are two of the most beautiful and sexy women I've ever seen. I just can't believe that you don't hear that almost daily from countless guys, as well as from women."

I smiled at her with an appreciative smile. "I'm really glad to know you think so. Maybe it's just an age thing; I guess people in my age group are generally not very complimentary, since the competition is too fierce."

As we talked my eyes kept wandering to Sara's boobs that were almost floating near the surface of the water, as most huge boobs do because of the fat content. I had never really thought about whether I was overly attracted to boobs versus any other part of a woman's anatomy before, but I have to say that I was totally enjoying the view I was getting. It also seemed as though Sara was looking at my nipples a lot, which were about as long and as hard as they had ever been.

"I feel a bit awkward saying this to you Cat, but I have been a member of a gym for a long while and I too see many women in various stages of undress and I've never . . ." The words stuck in Sara's throat as she seemed to be reconsidering what she was about to say.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 01



I waited a moment to see whether she'd get the words out and then I finally decided to help her.

"Go ahead Sara, we're sitting here totally naked in a hot tub together, and I think we can forget about engaging in any pretense, don't you?" I said with a chuckle.

Sara smiled at me and the look on her face suggested relief. "Well, I guess I was gonna say that I've never seen a woman with such . . . such amazing nipples before. They are incredible!"

I laughed, wondering how much effort it took for her to finally get the words out. "Thanks, I get that a lot. When I was a freshman on the cheerleading squad every girl had to come by and see if the rumors were actually true. I guess I'm used to it by now, but there was a time that I was very self conscious about them, especially since they tend to get much larger when I'm turned on, like I am now."

Sara seemed to think about that comment for about a minute or two before she responded. 

"So you're . . . you're turned on right now," she asked, suddenly struggling to maintain eye contact with me as she spoke.

I hesitated for an instant, but it was only for effect. I wanted to do far more that just answer her question; I was trying to set the stage for what I hoped would soon follow.

"Of course I am. I'm sitting here naked in the hot tub with a gorgeous woman. To me the entire scene is extremely arousing. Doesn't it have any effect on you at all?"

As soon as those words left my lips I could tell it was not the first time Sara had considered that question since getting into the hot tub. She seemed contemplative for several minutes, as she considered my question and her response.

"I guess . . . I guess the truth is that I have never thought about a woman in that way before, so I'm not sure I . . ." 

Okay, I know I'm only eighteen and I'm not technically supposed to have the maturity of a fully grown adult yet, but why do so many people have to make it a black or white thing, as in – I'm either heterosexual or I'm gay? I mean, here we are, two consenting adults totally naked in the hot tub with not another soul around. She has already told me that she thought that I was gorgeous and sexy. As far as I'm concerned I'm also very AVAILABLE and that makes me three for three, which I liken to a hat trick in hockey. So my point is simply this: whether she's gay or straight, why wouldn't that be enough to motivate her to seize the opportunity? I know damn well that Brandon Teal would sure as hell seize the opportunity if he were in this hot tub right now, so why can't I get this stunning vixen to do likewise? Or to put it another way, what does this naked eighteen year old hard body have to do to get laid?

I guess all of that was rhetorical. Anyway, those were the questions that I really wanted to ask my drop-dead gorgeous neighbor right now, but I fought the urge to be candid. Instead I thought a little tact might be in order.

"Sara, I don't think it's a gay or a straight thing and I certainly don't apply similar labels to myself. I'm naked in a hot tub with a gorgeous woman and right now in my life that's a scenario that really turns me on. I don't over-analyze it or try and fight it; I just go with it and try and enjoy it."

I had a very similar conversation with my mother years ago about something other than sex and when we were finished she said with an interesting expression, "you know baby, sometimes when we're talking like this I feel more like the kid and you seem more like the parent to me." I laughed at the time she said that to me, but now Sara had the same look on her face as my mother did when she uttered those very words to me.

Although she was making eye contact with me, she seemed to be light years away deep in thought. As a lawyer I'm sure that she was considering how all this would or could impact the world she knew so well and like most lawyers I also suspected that she would over analyze everything I had just said. I guess a romantic lawyer is just another oxymoron.

Anyway, as I was sitting there with one arm draped on the edge of the hot tub and the other hand gently playing with myself, Sara seemed to come back from wherever she was. Now she seemed to have a very different expression on her face. I thought I recognized that expression but I wasn't exactly sure, until she confirmed what I thought I saw. She started to move slowly across the hot tub towards me and then she settled in alongside me, so that our bodies were now touching, but we were still facing the same direction.

I knew that it took all of her courage to cross that hot tub and I suspected it was now my turn to do something. Without looking at her, I took my arm that was on the ledge above her and brought it down, so that I placed my hand on her right shoulder, the one closest to me, and then dragged my nails slowly down her arm. I heard a slight gasp and then she closed her eyes, as I saw the tiny goose bumps begin to form on her arm, despite the temperature of the water.

I performed that same motion ever so slowly several more times and each time it caused her to respond in the same dreamy way. I was so glad that Sara enjoyed being touched.

While her eyes were closed I moved my hand over to her breast, those same breasts that I had been drooling over since early this afternoon. As soon as my open palm came in contact with her nipple her eyes were wide open, but they did not remain that way. I used my nail to trace gentle circles around her nipple and I also dragged it along the crease on the underside of her breast. I had a girlfriend with huge boobs and she loved it when I did that to her and I could see Sara was also enjoying my efforts. 

Sara's eyes were still closed and the intensity of her breathing was starting to slowly increase. For those of you who like to assume the role of the aggressor, you know that this is the sign we desperately long for.

I moved ever so slightly to my left, so that I could also use my right hand. Then, as my left hand was caressing Sara's right breast I took my right hand and moved in down to Sara's thighs.

If I had done that first I might have launched her right out of the hot tub, but as I dragged my nails down her right thigh I could see that she was now slowly separating them for me.

After several minutes I moved my hand down between her legs and it landed directly on her clit, which I could clearly see was a couple inches outside of her lips. Once again her eyes opened wide upon feeling me touching her clit, but this time she looked right at me.

"I'll stop only if you ask me to," I said to her in voice that was so soft that it surprised even me.

Then I got my answer, as she parted her thighs even farther for me.

I used my fingers to gently pinch her clit and as I pinched it I also began the motion of pulling gently on it. As I did so I could hear Sara's breathing increase and low moans were now occasionally coming from her beautiful lips. 

Once I had her clit a bit more extended, I used my thumb and index finger to gently squeeze it, while I simultaneously used the nail on my middle finger to drag across the side. I first used that technique on myself when I was masturbating years ago and then I used it on a girlfriend and she told me that she had thought that she had died and gone to heaven she loved it so much, so I had a feeling Sara was now in a very good place. 

I finally leaned in and did what I was anxious to do all night, I kissed her. Without opening her eyes she kissed me back and then I whispered to her, "Let's go lover."

I stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub and swung my legs to the outside of the tub and then standing outside the hot tub I offered Sara my hand. As I expected, she had a very surprised, no make that stunned, expression on her face.

"Ah . . . are we getting out of the hot tub," she asked, her question nearly mimicking the innocence of a child.

I smiled at her in a way unlike any I had before. "Yes, we are. I think you'll like what I have planned inside much more than staying in the water."

To her credit Sara did not seem to stop and consider or question that response. Instead, she reached up for my hand and I helped her out of the hot tub and for an instant we stood on the patio less than a foot apart just starring into each other's eyes.

I reached down with my free hand and dragged my nails down along her arm until I found her other hand, which I took. As we stood there we were totally oblivious to all else. My face moved towards hers and then we kissed again and the alignment was absolutely perfect. As our lips met I could feel her arms move around me to pull me closer to her and then my entire body nearly began to spasm as I felt Sara's pussy come up against mine and I knew by her body's reaction that she felt it too.

We held the kiss for a minute or two and then my tongue invaded her mouth and she accepted it willingly. She sucked on my tongue for several minutes and then I slowly pulled back to break our kiss and as I did we made eye contact once again.

"I really want to take you inside, let's go." I whispered and she nodded, as if she seemed to understand my intent.

I released one of her hands and turned and lead her through the French doors into our living room. I was so glad she offered no resistance, as we immediately turned down the hallway and headed towards my bedroom and my queen-size bed.

I have a twenty gallon freshwater aquarium on my dresser and I always thought of it as the perfect nightlight. That is, until one night when I brought a girlfriend back to my room after a date and I realized it was also the perfect mood light. We had some incredible sex that night and thereafter I knew that I'd always have an aquarium in my room.

When Sara and I entered my bedroom the glow from my aquarium bathed the room in a warm light that seemed to take all of the attention off of the bed and the real reason we were standing there naked. I was glad that the tension that I felt earlier in Sara's body seemed no longer present.

Adorning the wall over the headboard was a large framed color poster of the current Memorial High School Cheer Squad. She seemed to recognize it for what it was and then she was staring at it for several long minutes, as if she was trying to find me among those sixteen sexy bodies in the subdued lighting.

"Fourth girl from the left on the bottom row," I said, as if I were able to read her mind.

"I know," she said, turning to smile at me. "With your beautiful hair I found you right away."

Then she turned to the wall to the left of the bed where there were three posters of a scantily clad Britney Spears, whose body I loved a whole lot more than her music. Then directly in front of the bed - for the very reason you suspect – Sara's eyes traveled to my four posters of Shakira, who I happen to think is the sexiest diva of them all.

After briefly canvassing my room, if Sara had any doubt about my sexual orientation before, now I'm sure that my secret was out. At least she didn't choose this moment to talk about it.

I closed the door and released Sara's hand and pulled my bedspread and sheet down to the end of the queen-size bed. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and scooted over to make room for Sara. I didn't know what she was feeling at that moment, but every nerve ending in my body was tingling and my nipples were so engorged they were almost hurting. I looked into her eyes and had a sense that after tonight my life would never again be the same.

Sara looked around the room for just an instant longer, as if she was once again getting her bearings and maybe trying to better understand this teenager who was so desperately trying to seduce her. I could tell she was still a little nervous, but I knew that she was already committed or I would have never gotten her into my bedroom. I raised my hand up to her and she took it and then sat on the edge of the bed exhibiting the grace of a ballerina.

Sara looked so beautiful in the subdued lighting. Her hair was still wet, but it looked sexy as it cascaded down her shoulders. Her boobs were so firm and inviting and I was so anxious to touch them again and feel them up against me, but I didn't want this to be about my own sexual gratification. I really wanted to make this special for her.

Sara finally lay down on the bed and put her head down on the pillow, as she stretched her legs out and then looked up at me. At that moment I seemed to switch to autopilot.

I pushed my hair away from my face and slowly leaned in towards Sara. Although I had been feeling confidant all night, it seemed as if my heart was racing at a hundred miles and hour, as I could now smell her wonderful female scent.

I brought my mouth directly to hers and ever-so-lightly I dragged my lips across hers in the gentlest kissing motion I could manage. At first she tried to kiss me back, but then she seemed to sense that I was going to play with her for while before I became too passionate and she restrained herself.

I used my lips and my teeth on her as I continued to bite and kiss her gently, preferring this position to the more awkward one we had abandoned in the hot tub. I wasn't sure exactly what effect all this was having on her, but I knew I was getting thoroughly drenched down below.

I played with her sensual mouth for a very long while and during that time I was so relieved to hear several low moans finally escape from between her lips. Those sounds were indeed music to my ears, as it seemed to encourage me to please my lover even harder.

Now it was time for me to move my lips directly onto Sara's and she seemed to sense that I wanted to begin some rather passionate kissing. At the same time I took my hand and moved it to her pussy, which was perfectly shaved except for a small strip of black hair that remained directly above her clit. As soon as she felt my hand on her pussy she appeared startled and pulled away from the kiss, until her eyes met mine once again.

"Oh, sorry about that," she said in a contrite whisper.

I smiled at her, but I didn't respond. I maintained eye contact as I returned my hand to her pussy and dragged the nail on my right index finger vertically down her clit. I could tell that simple act caused her to develop goose bumps all over her arms once again and when she realized it she smiled at me and we both laughed.

"God, that nearly put me into orbit the first time you did that to me in the hot tub and again now," she whispered.

I smiled at her again and said "that is exactly where I plan on taking you tonight, lover."

I moved my face back so I could resume kissing Sara, while I used my free hand to part her lips and begin to slip my finger inside her. I was delighted to find her as wet as I was and my finger slipped right in without any difficulty.

I slowly begin to fuck Sara with my middle finger, while I simultaneously used my thumb and index finger to lightly pinch her clit. She responded favorably to that action in the hot tub and I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying it now, as well.

I moved my kissing to a new level, as my tongue was now exploring every inch of Sara's mouth and my teeth were giving her lips little love bites. Each time I would work my finger to her g-spot I would feel her breath get caught in her throat. Finally, after about fifteen or so minutes Sara started to elevate her hips in what I suspected was her effort to get me to increase the pressure of my fingers inside her, which I gladly did.

Several minutes later Sara and I had fallen into a blissfully perfect rhythm. My hand was moving in harmony with her hips and our kissing was now so intense I actually suspected that I could probably cum from that alone, without any stimulation of my pussy or my nipples.

We continued that perfect tempo for about another twenty minutes until I was able to sense an urgency develop in my lover by the way she was now kissing me and the way she was trying to nearly mount my hand. She broke our kiss and moved her face to my ear and whispered, "I'm getting ready to cum baby and it's gonna be unbelievably intense."

Hopefully, we've all heard that before and unless you're a virgin we also know that such a comment means different things to different people. I was not sure exactly what it meant to my new lover, but I was very anxious to find out.

In what seemed like only an instant later Sara appeared to grow rigid on the bed and then she grabbed a hold of my hand and forced it onto her pussy with all the strength she could muster. Her breathing was now incredibly intense and I knew she was about ready to let loose. Then I got a whole new experience.

I had heard about women capable of squirting before, but I had never seen it actually happen. Initially when I first felt the fluid hitting my hand I suspected that Sara was peeing and that too would have been a new experience for me and I'm sure that I would have enjoyed it thoroughly. But then I quickly realized by the broken intensity of the flow that it was not pee I was feeling, but rather her orgasm. As I turned to watch her cum, she continued to shoot her fluid in spurts all over my hand and on my bed, the sight caused me to spasm unexpectedly and we both seemed to be cumming at the same time.

I fell backwards and we both just laid there for a long moment. I wasn't exactly sure about everything that had just happened. It was a first for me, actually experiencing an orgasm from a visual turn-on, but it was simply incredible. 

Sara was still breathing hard, but I could tell she was struggling to say something to me and I looked over at her and reached out to lovingly stroke her face. After another minute she finally found the strength to speak.

"I'm . . . I'm nearly thirty years old and that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life," Sara finally managed, between labored breaths.

I smiled at her and as I did I put my hand to my face and smelled the partially dried fluid that seemed to cover it completely. It smelled very sensual to me and I suspect knowing that it came from Sara certainly made it even more special. I stuck my tongue out to taste it and even the taste seemed oddly wonderful to me. I started to lick the rest of my hand and I realized that I was getting extremely turned on by doing so. I looked over at Sara and she was just watching me with great interest.

Without saying a word, I sat up and moved down towards the lower end of the bed so that my face was now nearly even with her pussy. She seemed to lean up on her elbows slightly in order to watch what I was doing, as if she had absolutely no clue what I was possibly going to do down there. I smiled up at her, as I realized there was absolutely no doubt that this was her first time with a woman and I was so glad I was that woman.

Between the strong female scent that was now driving me wild and my own raging hormones, I leaned forward and started to lick all around her pussy where her fluid had landed moments earlier. As I did so I heard low moans begin to emanate from Sara once again. That was all I needed to hear to further inspire me.

I moved my head up and placed my mouth directly on her pussy and I sucked her lips into my mouth and I began to massage them with my tongue. As I did so I could feel Sara's entire body shake and I sensed that no man or woman had ever done that to her before. 

I backed off of her lips and now sucked her entire clitoral hood into my mouth and used slow and gentle bites on the hood, causing her to start to move her hips in a slow undulating motion. I moved off of her pussy for an instant and I slipped my middle finger inside her to lubricate it. Then I returned my mouth to her pussy and I inserted my middle finger slowly into her ass. By the difficulty I encountered with her sphincter I suspected that few people had ever pleasured her down there before and I knew she was in for a new experience.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 01



I think she initially did not care for the anal intrusion, but after I had it firmly inside her and I began slowly moving it in and out I think she began to enjoy it and between the anal activity and the intensity of my oral efforts it seemed as if we once again feel into a perfect rhythm, as her hips slowly undulated to meet me.

I think I actually crossed a line momentarily, because I was enjoying myself so much that I actually did not care whether Sara would cum or not. I had performed oral sex many times before and strangely my response was a little different each time. This time, however, was the first time that I was absolutely consumed by what I was doing and I thought I might actually be the one launched into orbit.

I have no clue how long I was licking and nibbling on her pussy when I heard her nearly yell to me that she was about to cum. I'm sure she told me that to warn me, but she seemed to have no idea what a tremendous turn-on it all was for me.

Just as she began to spasm, I increased the pace I was using penetrating her ass and I raised my head about five or six inches directly above her pussy and waited for the coveted prize. In a fraction of a second the initial squirt hit me directly in the face, followed by four more squirts until the intensity of her flow gradually subsided. Then I moved my free hand to my clit and pinched myself as hard as I could handle, as I began the most intense orgasm of my life.

I struggled to move up to the head of the bed just before I fell over to my side. Then I seemed to begin my out of body experience. However, minutes later when I started to regain consciousness, Sara was lying on her elbow beside me, facing me, apologizing for squirting her girly cum all over me. I looked at her, as I could barely manage a smile.

"You've gotta be kidding me. When I saw you squirt the first time that was exactly what I wanted you to do to me. It was without exception the greatest orgasm I have ever had."

Sara was looking at me and she could plainly tell that I was being truthful, but there was still something about it all that seemed to cause her to question my sincerity. She thought about what I said for another minute before she finally replied.

"Really, that squirting thing really turned you on?" She asked, in a tone that showed her near disbelief.

"Really turned me on – now you've got to be shitting me. Sara, just take a look at me. Do you think I could possibly fake this level of intensity?" I asked, still struggling to breathe.

She continued looking at me and I'm sure I must have looked a real sight, with her wonderful discharge all over my face and on my boobs. Then a smile began to slowly appear on her face.

"What?" I asked my new lover in a near whisper.

She reached over and lovingly caressed my face and then slowly ran her fingers down to my nipples, as she began to gently caress them.

"I always thought it should be like this, but my husband has always been grossed out when I did that to him. Eventually, I grew to bitterly resent him over it and it has all really ruined our sex life and sadly our marriage is now just one of mutual convenience."

I saw the measure of hurt in Sara's eyes and then I thought about what she said to me for a moment and it all made me glad that I was gay.

"I can't comment on your husband's prowess as a lover or lack thereof, but I can promise you that you can do that to me any and every time you want and more importantly – you can do it to me anywhere you want. I promise you, I absolutely loved that."

Sara smiled and leaned towards me and we kissed and held each other for a long time. Then we took a quick shower together and then we did it all over again once more before it was finally three in the morning. We reluctantly agreed she needed to go to the guest room, just in case we fell asleep. I did not want my mother to get home and find us in bed together. I'm not sure how she would have reacted to such a discovery in her own house - with her daughter, but I did not want her to find out that way and put our relationship to the test.

After Sara left I didn't fall asleep right away; I couldn't fall asleep actually. Instead I thought about Sara. I had known this woman for one day and yet I already was anxious to see her again and even more anxious for the next time we would be together. I don't know how long I laid there and thought about her, until I finally fell into a deep sleep, feeling better than I could remember feeling in a long time. It's funny how great sex has that effect on people.

I fell into a wonderful dream that seemed to invade my entire being. Of course, Sara was in the dream and I remember that I was smiling because we were lovers and we were both so happy together. Then she seemed to fade in and out of my dream and I seemed to sense that my body was beginning to spasm in a way that was totally unfamiliar to me from other sex dreams that I remembered having. 

Then in an instant I opened my eyes and I was breathing rapidly. I automatically felt between my legs and discovered that I was drenched and I realized that I had cum. Then I heard her voice and I looked up at the door where Sara was standing.

"Sorry baby, I don't know what came over me. It was five o'clock and I knew I still had a little while before you mother got home and I just wanted to taste you. Go back to sleep now and I'll see you very soon." And then as quickly as it all started, she was gone.

As I seemed to awaken more fully I didn't know for sure whether I actually saw Sara at the door or not, but I knew my orgasm was real . . . or was it? I felt my pussy again and it seemed to still be wet, but I wasn't even sure of that anymore.

I finally closed my eyes, anxious to see how things between Sara and I would be in the morning and then beyond. But that would be material for another story.



Caitlin and Sara Ch. 02



Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission.

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Of course all the actors in this script are of legal age.

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Thanks again to Bernard Lyons for his editorial insight.

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Author's Note: Kelley, my soulmate, has helped me with this second installment. Love you baby!

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My eyes opened reluctantly to the loud, wretched electronic beeping noise my alarm clock was making only inches from my head. God, I believe who ever invented that sound for an alarm clock should be shot.

Normally I'm one of those people who jump out of bed when the alarm sounds. I tend to wake up with a great attitude and I can't wait to start the day, but this morning I felt totally exhausted from our nocturnal activities, although I still had a smile on my face, along with Sara's scent. As my bare feet hit the floor I knew I'd probably have to work extra hard to get my seven miles in this morning.

Despite the fatigue I was able to keep that smile on my face. I was experiencing the common phenomena we all suffer through every now and then, the joy of post coital bliss, coupled with extreme fatigue sustained in getting there. Now I was enjoying the bliss part, but later today I suspected the fatigue part would eventually set in and I thought I might become an early evening casualty.

I took a moment to stretch out briefly and then I got dressed in my running attire, which consisted of black nylon jogging shorts and a gray Texas Longhorns tee shirt that was altered like every other tee shirt I own.

I left my room and moved quietly through the house to the front door. I knew that my mother hadn't come home yet, but I didn't want to wake our sexy houseguest, who I suspected would probably be a light sleeper in a new environment.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I really wanted to sneak into her room and continue where we left off last night, but I believe that the most important part of a successful seduction is to know when to be aggressive and when not to be aggressive. I'm just guessing here, but six o'clock on a Sunday morning is definitely not prime time to be playful.

I sat on the front lawn and continued my stretching exercises for another twenty minutes and then I started the most dreaded part of my exercise regimen, the sit-ups. It took me a while to build up to two hundred sit-ups a day, but now I can nail those bad boys in about fifteen minutes. It's not that they're difficult for me, but that fifteen minute period is probably the most boring thing I do in a day and I just can't wait to get past them. 

There was at least another forty minutes to go before sunrise and I really loved the early mornings in Houston. For the most part it was a bit cooler, which is to say it was not yet in the nineties, and on the weekends it was pretty quiet, with only the occasional vehicle engine barely audible somewhere in the background. So as I lay in the grass knocking out the last of my sit-ups, I was certainly not expecting to hear any voices. 

"Hey sleepy head, it's about time you got that tight, sexy ass outta bed."

I know it's only been one day, but I can now say that I'd recognize that adorable Katie Scarlet O'Hara accent anywhere. It took me a moment to gather my wits about me and as I finished my sit-ups I looked around to locate the source of that comment. That's when I saw Sara jogging past my house at a rather impressive pace.

Well, that explained the incredible body, I thought, as I quickly stood and started after her at a pace that was not too different from the one I'd normally maintain. I don't know whether she slowed down to allow me to catch her or whether I was just a tad faster, but after about sixty or seventy meters I finally pulled up next to her and I adjusted my pace, as she turned her head and greeted me with an incredibly sexy smile. 

I've never had a running buddy and I often wondered whether I'd even want one. It's definitely easier to run without trying to carry on a conversation, but I felt as if I had so much to say to Sara after last night, although for once I actually didn't know where to begin. Before I could come up with anything that seemed appropriate, she spoke first.

"Last night was very special and I want to thank you," she began in a slightly labored breath.

I glanced over at her after she said that and I could detect a faint smile on her lips, which also caused me to smile back at her. Then I thought about an appropriate response for several minutes, but nothing too witty seemed to come to me. I started to wonder whether I was more tired than I first thought.

"I hope you could tell that it was very special to me also," I finally said.

Okay, it wasn't an immortal passage that will long be remembered in classic literature, but I didn't have a lot of sleep and my brain was having trouble engaging. 

She looked over at me and smiled and we continued running without saying anything. Oh, there was plenty I wanted to say to her, but there were too many things that held me back. I didn't know whether the sex was just casual for her or whether she would ever want to be intimate again and more importantly, I had no idea about how her husband would ultimately fit into the picture.

Before I realized it we reached and then passed the three and half mile marker where I usually would turn around and head back to complete my seven mile run, but today Sara just kept going strong.

"Sara, how far do you usually run?" I asked a half mile later, trying not to appear too intimidated. I mean after all, I usually did seven miles a day and I never considered myself to be a light weight.

Sara looked over at me and seemed to consider my question for a moment before deciding not to answer me. She just maintained her steady gait without breathing hard and I just hung with her to see how far she'd run. 

Somewhere after we passed the three and a half mile mark I decided I would stay with her even if it killed me, but in truth my curiosity was getting the better of me. We were now running in a totally different neighborhood from our own and I really had no clue how far we'd gone. After glancing at Sara for a moment I looked up and took a double-take, as I recognized the woman that was running directly towards us wearing a worn Chi Omega tee shirt.

"Good morning Ms. Peters," I said with a surprised tone in my voice.

She smiled at me and acknowledged my comment with a quick wave of her hand and then Sara turned and looked over at me.

"Who was that?" she asked, still barely breathing hard.

I turned and looked over my left shoulder and Ms. Peters was already out of sight. "That was Jordan Peters, my anatomy teacher."

"Well, she's doing a really great job; next time you'll have to remind me to thank her," Sara said, with the cutest smile on her lips.

I thought Sara's comment was simply priceless and I knew that no matter what I might possibly come up with in response, I couldn't do it justice, so I just remained silent and accepted the compliment, as I smiled back at her.

Sara finally made a couple left turns and we eventually were headed back towards our street. By the time we got to our houses she started to slow her pace and then after another quarter-mile she began a brisk walk, all the while yours truly was still alongside.

I had no clue how far we ran, but I knew it was a lot farther than seven miles. I also knew there was no way I was going to ask her.

My mother was sitting on the front porch swing drinking a cup of coffee as we finally headed up the steps. I was reasonably sure I still had the energy to make that trip, but to be on the safe side I clung desperately to the hand rail, which I don't think I used since I was about ten.

"Good morning ladies, how was the run today?" Colleen asked, as she smiled over at us.

"It was actually very pleasant, not too hot or humid. I had to stop at fifteen miles because I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of your daughter." Sara said, smiling over at me.

"Fifteen miles, whoa; that's more than double . . ."

"How about if we all go inside and I'll make breakfast for us?" I asked, cutting my mother off as quickly as I could without raising undue suspicion. 

Colleen glanced over at me and seemed to immediately sense the reason for my interruption. A moment later she finally smiled at me. Thank god she's so bright, I thought; I would hate to have to explain all the seemingly unrelated things I do around her on a daily basis.

While Sara showered I showed some initiative and made breakfast consisting of waffles, scrambled eggs, turkey sausages, juice and coffee. Then my mother and I sat down in the kitchen reading the Sunday Houston Chronicle and making small talk, as we waited for Sara to join us.

I was still wearing my jogging attire, but Sara had borrowed some clothes from me and I was anxious to see her come out wearing one of my modified Memorial High School tee shirts exposing a good deal of her tight stomach. I also gave her a pair of cut-off blue jeans that my mother literally threw away on me once because she said I'd be arrested if I was caught wearing them in public and I knew those too would really look great on her.

We heard Sara's footsteps coming down the hall and I realized I felt a little like a kid on Christmas morning. When Sara stepped into the kitchen I thought I would fall out of my chair. My clothes must have been at least one size too small for her and she looked magnificent in them. I immediately knew if we were alone in the house I would have been all over her. Instead, I incurred the wrath of my mother.

"Damn it, Cat; is that the best you can do for your guest?" she said, but this time there was no mistaking her tone. She was visibly angry at me and even Sara could see it...

"Colleen . . ." Sara said in a near whisper, interrupting her while she was in the process of scolding me.

My mother and I ceased hostilities temporarily and she looked up at our beautiful guest standing behind her chair.

"Please don't be cross with Cat; I was the one who selected the outfit, not her."

My mother stared at Sara for a long moment and then returned her gaze to me once again. A moment later she looked back at Sara, who this time simply nodded at her with a half smile, as if confirming her earlier comment. It was an awkward moment for everyone and for an instant I honestly had no idea how it all would end up.

"Sorry Cat, please forgive my outburst," she said, this time her face softening noticeably.

I just smiled and nodded. I really didn't know what else to do or say, especially since both Sara and I knew the truth.

Then my mother looked over at Sara, who was still sanding by the chair.

"Sara, I'm so sorry to lose my temper in front of you. Cat and I sometimes don't see eye-to-eye on her modified wardrobe. I would have been terribly upset if I thought she was . . . well, you know. Anyway, I guess I can see why you selected that outfit, you look absolutely gorgeous in it."

I smiled at Sara and nodded in agreement. Then I used my hands to motion her into the seat. Then the awkward moment finally seemed to pass and in short order we were eating and joking like we were all one big happy family.

Sara helped me clean the kitchen after we ate and then we headed back over to her house to do some physical work. By the time we entered her house it was already very warm inside and we opened all the windows and used two extension cords to set up a huge oscillating floor fan in the living room, which was only marginally better than nothing at all.

Each time I looked at Sara wearing my clothes I fought the urge to jump her bones. I was experiencing feelings that were totally new to me and I wasn't sure I even understood them. But despite the uniqueness of those feelings, I remained on my best behavior. I really wanted to make love to her again, but I was too afraid I might appear as the desperate female teenage pursuer with a bad case of raging hormones and then she'd probably never take me seriously again.

At about six o'clock Sara called me into the living room from the garage. It was the first break we had taken since breakfast and I was surprised that nearly everything was put away and most of the furniture seemed to be in a location that seemed to make sense.

"Cat, we're officially done for the day," Sara proudly proclaimed. "I want to take you out to dinner tonight. It's early and I want us to get dressed up so we can enjoy a night out. What do ya' say?" 

I wasn't exactly sure what I was gonna say when I first heard the offer. I always love getting dressed up to the nines, but the truth was that I would have preferred to have another quiet night alone with Sara. I almost made that suggestion at first, but when I looked into Sara's eyes it really seemed as if she wanted to take me out and I didn't want to disappoint her. Wherever is my selfish side when I really need it?

"That sounds great, let's do it," I said, marshalling all the enthusiasm I could possibly muster in a ninety-two degree house. 

Sara grabbed a small canvas bag and disappeared into her bedroom. She finally came out about ten minutes later and her bag seemed to be filled to capacity. She was also carrying what looked to be a dress on a hanger under a white dry cleaners plastic sheath.

"Oh . . . you really do mean dressed up," I said, but it was almost more of a question than a statement.

She leaned closer to me and then whispered. "To the teeth; I wanna see you all gussied up girlfriend."

I smiled at her and nodded. Then we unplugged the fan and headed back over to my house to enjoy the air conditioning and the indoor plumbing.

I showered and sat at my make-up table for several minutes wondering about the image I wanted to create for our first date and then I suddenly wondered whether she even considered it a date or merely her quid pro quo for my assistance the past two days. I realized I'd have to wait to get my answer.

Initially I toyed with the idea of making myself look a lot younger and letting her play the "mommy" role, but I was not sure whether she would even be into that sort of role playing, so I opted for something a bit more traditional. I call it my "walking wet dream" look.

I used large two-inch curlers on my hair to give it a slightly naughty loose curl look and I shaved myself closely everywhere it counted. I had some very pricey cranberry lipstick that I saved for special occasions and I pulled it out and put it on my lips, my nipples and my aerola's. I put on my gold waist chain and my matching ankle bracelet and then I rifled through my lingerie drawer and found a new pair of black fishnet thigh-highs that I was saving for just such an occasion. 

I had a huge wardrobe closet filled with a treasure trove of dressy outfits and I suddenly knew the one I wanted to wear. I pulled out a black sequined halter cocktail dress that fit like it was made for me. It had a plunging 'V' neckline, a drop-waist and a full chiffon skirt, with a handkerchief hemline that fell several inches above my knees. I knew the tops of my stockings could be easily visible when I sat down and I was looking forward to providing Sara with a bit of a show.

I carefully did my eye make-up in three blended shades of maroon and then I painted my finger nails and toe nails in a matching cranberry color. As the polish dried I looked at myself in the full length mirror that was mounted on the inside of my closet door. God, if Sara doesn't want to fuck me tonight she never will, I thought brandishing my best wicked grin.

When my nails were dry, I squeezed my body into my dress and went into my closet one final time for my shoes. At first I selected my clear Lucite slip-on platforms with the clear tops and the incredibly sexy clear eight inch heels. God, what those shoes do to my legs should be considered illegal and I've gotten lucky every single time I've worn them.

Yet, as I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror, I had to admit it wasn't the exact look I was going for tonight. Reluctantly, I decided to save those catch-me, fuck-me heels for another night.

I went back into my closet and finally found what I thought would be perfect tucked all the way in the back. Sitting there, never before worn, were my black five inch dress heels that had a sexy gold spike heel. I won't go into the entire story about when I got them and why; suffice it to say they would be put to far better use tonight than was ever intended.

Then I slipped them on and stepped back a second time and looked at myself in the mirror once again. 

"Fucking perfect!" I said in a low whisper, with a smile.

I stepped out into the hallway and I saw that the door to Sara's room was still closed, so I walked to the living room and turned on a table lamp by the sofa and then I put my latest Alicia Keyes CD on my mom's new Sony stereo. Then I sat down and waited for my date.

Another five or maybe even ten minutes later I heard her bedroom door open and close. Then I heard the distinct sound of high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I realized that I was both nervous and anxious, as I wondered what Sara would be wearing and how she would look. Then she stepped into the living room and the light finally hit her and she nearly took my breath away.

Sara looked like she could have walked off of a magazine cover. Her eyes were done in contrasting shades of purple eyeshadow and her lips were a darker red color than she was wearing yesterday. She wore a black sequin top with a plunging neckline and a black wrap-around skirt with a hemline that fell several inches above the knee. I could also see she was wearing a black pair of five inch dress heels. For nearly a minute we both just froze and stared at each other.

I'm not sure when my heartbeat started to accelerate, but I could feel it racing in my chest as I stared at Sara who was standing not ten feet away from me. Then she slowly walked towards me and stopped and looked down at me on the sofa. I took a deep breath and then I stood and moved closer.

"Can I have this dance?" I whispered to her.

She didn't respond, but her smile gave her away. I moved two steps closer to cover the remaining distance between us and then I stopped. We stared into each other's eyes once again, as we stood with our bodies pressed together. Then I placed my arms around her waist and she placed hers around my neck and we moved just a little closer together.

At first we didn't dance, we just stood there and stared at each other for a minute or two. I almost think we did that without even blinking. Then I pulled her tighter and we started to move very slowly in cadence to Alicia's sexy voice and I felt my body begin to tingle. I suddenly realized this was the first time in my life I had ever danced with another woman and it felt absolutely wonderful.

We were nearly cheek to cheek and I knew she could now smell me as easily as I could smell her. I moved my mouth towards her ear and I whispered.

"Sara, you look absolutely incredible tonight. I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

Then I used my teeth to gently bite the edge of her ear, moving from the lobe at her earring, up the outside edge of her ear until I felt her faint shiver in my arms. Then I slowly worked my way back down the ear to her lobe, once again. When I stopped Sara moved her head slightly to face me.

"God Cat, if you keep doing that we'll never go out to dinner."

I smiled at her without saying a word, as we kept dancing. I loved feeling her in my arms and I was surprised how well we danced together for the very first time, without awkwardly stepping on each other's feet.

As I slowly moved my hand down Sara's back it came to rest directly on her firm ass. As we kept moving to the music, I could feel Sara back ever so slightly into my hand, causing me to smile once again. She obviously enjoyed where my hand was and I could not have been happier.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 02



I wondered whether the intense feelings that I now felt for this woman were driven by lust or whether I was developing a much stronger emotion for her. I knew everything I now felt was new and I actually wondered whether I might be falling in love with this incredible woman. 

I moved my lips back to her ear and whispered once more.

"Sara, kiss me."

Sara took only a moment to respond, but she immediately turned her head back towards me and she looked directly into my eyes without saying a word. For a moment we said more with that one look than we ever could have using all the words in our combined vocabulary. Then our lips melted together and we kissed for the first time that day.

I'm not positive, but I think we both stopped moving. I took my hand and put it on the back of Sara's head and I pulled her slightly towards me as our lips remained together enjoying a soft, gentle kiss. It was obvious that each of us felt some intense passion, but we held it in reserve and simply enjoyed the first kiss of the night.

There's an indescribable feeling kissing another woman who's also wearing lipstick. The competing scents, the sensual slickness of the lips together and the gentle way the lips seem to stick together when you try to pull them apart is all enough to get my little pussy so incredibly wet. I was feeling every bit of that right now, as I started to kiss Sara again.

Whether by design or default, Sara seemed glad to let me take the lead and I was all too happy to do so. I moved away from her slightly and took her hand and moved to the sofa and we both sat down facing one another. Then we looked at each other once again for a long moment and then she spoke.

"I have no idea what's going on between us, but I've never felt this way before. What exactly are you doing to me, girl?"

I thought about what she said for a moment and then I wasn't sure I even had a response.

"Sara, are you alright with all of this or am I going way too fast for you?" I finally asked, all the while terrified by the possible answer.

She maintained eye contact with me and seemed to contemplate my question for a minute. Then her brow furrowed slightly, before she spoke.

"I guess I'm really torn. Maybe this is exactly what I've been looking for my entire life and I just never knew it. Maybe I've always been gay and I've never faced it until now. Everything we've done has been just wonderful, but . . ."

I waited for a moment for her to finish the sentence, but she didn't.

"But . . . but what, Sara?"

She looked back into my eyes and her brow furrowed once again. 

"It's a little hard to be twenty-nine years old and to just now come to grips with the fact that you might be a lesbian. Although it does seem to answer a lot of questions for me, I just never really thought about this as a possibility before. Even now I don't know what it will all mean in my life and there's no telling what my parents would say, assuming they didn't disown me or disavow any knowledge of my existence." She said in a tone slightly above a whisper.

I leaned towards her and kissed her and she kissed me back and we held the kiss for a minute before I parted my lips slowly and then I felt Sara do the same. Then I moved inside her mouth seeking her tongue. Once they discovered each other, they rubbed ferociously together further igniting the passion between us until I lured her into my mouth.

When her tongue entered my mouth I closed my teeth gently on it, holding it captive as I slowly sucked hard on it. Sara's eyes opened immediately and I could sense that a smile stared to form on her face, forcing her to break off the kiss.

"That was unbelievably sexy; no one has ever done that to me before, Cat."

I smiled back at her. What a terrific compliment to be paid from such an incredibly sexy woman, I thought.

"Look, if you really want to go out to eat we'd better go. I promise you that if I start kissing you on this sofa one more time I'll never stop." I said, with a wistful smile.

She smiled back at me and then stood and turned, looking down at me.

"Cat, I promise we'll have time for this later, before your mother gets home. We haven't eaten since breakfast and we put all this effort into getting ready. C'mon, let's go out to dinner."

I nodded and then we reapplied out lipstick and stepped outside the house and I locked the front door. Then the oddest thing occurred to me, as I turned to face Sara on our front porch.

"Sara, I don't have a car." I said, using a most surprised tone.

She smiled at me and laughed. "We'll take my car, silly."

I looked over at her house and there was no car in the driveway and I had already been in the garage messing with boxes earlier today and I knew there was no car in there either.

"Your car; where in the world is your car?"

Sara laughed at my question. "I told you yesterday that I drove here from Atlanta. What did you think I drove in, a cab?"

I was smiling at her question now. "Sara, I've been all around your house and I didn't see any car. Where is it?"

Sara pointed past her house down the street to a car that was now in the shadows parked under several huge trees.

"That's it there, the white one. I had to get it out of the way yesterday when the movers arrived and since it's pretty new I wanted to move it totally out of harm's way, so I moved it three houses away."

We walked down the street towards the car and when we were right up on it I just stopped and stared at it. 

"Holy shit, that's your car?" I asked, feeling a bit foolish since I already knew the answer.

She smiled at me. "Why Cat, are you a car aficionado?"

I laughed at her question. "Some cars, yes. I mean, like - you're driving this new Jaguar XK convertible. Don't you even see the connection here, Sara . . . Cat-to-Cat, what other car would I possibly covet?"

She laughed and then I just had to laugh too, once I heard her laughing. Then I started for the passenger side door and she reached for my arm and I turned towards her with an inquiring look on my face.

"Look Cat, I don't know how all this girl-to-girl dating stuff exactly works yet, so if I say or do something really stupid, please don't laugh at me for it."

I smiled and nodded at her, not sure where she was headed with her comment.

She smiled back, but she suddenly appeared to be a bit nervous.

"In most girl-to-girl relationships, isn't there one girl who kinda takes the lead in most things they do, sort of like an Alpha female . . . kinda like what you've been doing with me . . . with us?"

Again I smiled and nodded at her question indicating yes and she smiled back again.

"Well, since that's the way it usually is, and that's the way we are, it only seems right to me that the girl who takes the lead should also do the driving on the dates. Are you okay with that?"

I suddenly realized where she was going all along with that line of questioning. I looked down at her car for an instant and then I looked back at her once again.

"Sara, that's an eighty thousand dollar car, are you really okay with me driving it?" I asked incredulously.

She looked at the car and then back at me. "Eighty five thousand actually, and why wouldn't I be. I mean, after all, if I trust you with my entire body, why in the world wouldn't I trust you with my car?"

We both seemed to laugh at that analogy.

"It doesn't offend you that I look at you that way, does it?" She asked, in a somewhat contrite tone.

The truth was, I hadn't really thought about it until she asked that question. I understood what she meant by it though and I didn't think she was calling me a dyke, so I was totally fine with the perceived pecking order and in a way I was actually even flattered by it. But yet I had to be sure.

I looked at her and smiled. "I understand all the questions you've asked, but through it all you . . . don't see me as some masculine dyke, do you?"

Now it was Sara's turn to laugh. "My God, you're too much of a girly-girl to ever been considered masculine and you're nothing at all like a dyke. Besides, I'd never be attracted to a dyke anyway. I hope you don't think that was what I was referring to by my question?"

I smiled, grabbed the car keys that were dangling in her hand and headed for the driver's side.

"Nope, not any more I don't," I said, with a big smile.

My mother drives a Lexus RX330 and it's a great car and I've always appreciated the opportunity to borrow it whenever I needed it, but when I turned the key in Sara's car and I heard all three hundred horses roar to life, all the rules suddenly changed and I knew I'd never be satisfied driving my mother's SUV again. I looked over at Sara and smiled, as I watched her buckle up.

I suddenly had a wicked grin cross my face and I pulled my skirt up as far as I could revealing my shaved little pussy and then I too buckled up, making sure the dress was securely tucked under the seatbelt. Since Sara plainly saw me as the Alpha female I figured that I needed to start asserting myself in that role a bit more, I thought. When Sara looked over at me a moment later her eyes opened wider than I'd ever seen them.

"Whoa, are you actually going to drive like that?" She asked, acting like she was afraid of the answer.

I looked over at her and smiled. "You got my pussy so hot back there, this is the only thing I can possibly do to cool her down. Hold on tight, I drive like an absolute maniac."

I waited for just a moment to see that terrified look start to build in her eyes before I quickly added, "just kidding!"

I pulled the Jag onto the street and started driving. I wasn't sure where to go yet and I knew Sara certainly had no idea where we should go, so while I drove I started taking a mental inventory of all the restaurants I knew, trying to remember the most romantic places.

As we settled into a comfortable pace I stole several glances at Sara and I was absolutely delighted to see that she was having a really difficult time prying her eyes from between my legs. I suddenly felt empowered.

We pulled up to a stop light and I looked over at Sara and she smiled back at me. I stuck up my index finger and moved it back and forth in that 'come hither' motion and she leaned towards me and I kissed her on the lips and held the kiss for nearly thirty seconds. There was no one else around us at the time and when we broke the kiss the light was green and waiting for us.

We drove for several more minutes and we soon reached another red light and I performed the same ritual, however, this time when Sara leaned in to kiss me, I raised my hand palm side out and whispered to her, "Sara, I'm so wet for you, I want you to put your middle finger inside me to see the affect you're having on me."

The first thing Sara did was to look all around the car and when she thought that the coast was clear she smiled and then she reached down with her right hand and then using her left hand to spread my lips apart, she inserted her middle finger slowly inside me.

"Mmmmm, you are very wet . . . you're such a naughty girl." She cooed.

I can't fully tell you how all this was making me feel. Sitting at the wheel of this incredible machine, while this gorgeous woman was slowly fingering me, was putting me in a totally different place right now. Nevertheless, I was anxious to see exactly how much clout I had with my new lover.

When the light finally turned green Sara started to slowly withdraw her finger from inside me, but I clamped my thighs together – which immediately caused her to make eye contact with me. Once she did, I whispered to her.

"Please leave your finger inside me."

Sara looked at me for a moment, trying - I think - to determine whether I was serious or whether I was just playing with her again. When she finally had her answer, she looked around once more to determine whether there was any perceived threat nearby and when she found the coast was clear once again she continued to slowly fuck me with her finger.

As we continued driving an SUV soon caught up to us and began to pull up along side on the right. I could immediately feel Sara slowly start to remove her finger from inside me. I knew our car sat much lower than the SUV and that they could easily look inside the car if they desired, but somehow that didn't seem to matter terribly to me right now.

"Leave it inside me," I said in a sort of purring voice, causing Sara to quickly make eye contact with me.

She looked at me for a moment and then she looked over her right shoulder, but all the while she kept her finger moving slowly inside me. I think she was trying desperately to satisfy me and avoid detection at the same time, because she sat back in her seat at the oddest angle, while her right hand remained firmly attached to my crotch. It must have worked for her, because the people in the SUV never seemed terribly interested in what we were up to and just passed us by.

Once they passed I heard Sara breathe a sigh of relief and when her eyes met mine I could tell she enjoyed the rush she received as much as I did. Realizing I made my point I was feeling pretty good about now.

As Sara continued to finger fuck me we approached another intersection where a car was already waiting at the light and I felt Sara stop moving inside me. I looked at her and I could see she was starting to become more anxious as we got closer to the light, but she made no effort to remove her finger. I finally smiled and nodded at her and she smiled back with a look of relief on her face, as she slowly withdrew her finger.

This time it was my turn to be surprised. Once her finger was removed she immediately put it in her mouth and began to slowly suck on it in the sexiest manner imaginable – almost treating it like it was a penis, while staring at me the entire time. I think this was the first time I thought I was falling in love with that woman, as I now had to be sure I didn't lose control of the car.

We finally pulled into the parking lot of a steak restaurant called the Longbranch Saloon and Eatery, which turned out to be only five minutes from our house, but I took the long way there because initially I could not decide where we should go.

I parked on the very edge of the parking lot away from all the other cars and turned off the engine and looked over at Sara. 

"We're here!" I announced.

She smiled at me. "Well, that certainly was interesting. I don't think I'll ever feel the same way driving in my car again."

"Are you alright?" I asked, not certain how to interpret her comment.

Sara laughed at my question. "Very alright, actually; it was all a very different kind of turn on for me. I'm not sure I'd want to do that all the time, but I know I was extremely wet the entire trip. I'm even more certain now that you're a naughty girl." 

I smiled at her and laughed at her comment, relieved that she genuinely enjoyed the playtime. I turned to look over my shoulder at the restaurant behind us and then back at Sara.

"I know I didn't ask you because we were preoccupied, but is this alright? It's largely a steak place, but they also have chicken, salad and stuff like that?" I asked.

Sara didn't bother to turn around and just stared at me for a long moment.

"Originally, the idea was to take you to dinner to thank you for all of your assistance the past two days. But I hope you know that after last night it's something much more than that now. I know that I still have to make sense of all this in my own mind, but I can't deny the fact that I really love spending time with you. You make me feel . . . you make me feel different, different in a way that my husband has never been able to make me feel before - even in the beginning of our relationship when things were really good between us. I'm sorry for rambling, it's so unlike me."

"It didn't sound anything like rambling to me at all," I said, as I leaned over to kiss her.

We haven't had a lot of intimate time yet, but we have kissed each other enough to begin to develop a sense for how we kiss each other and it seems to fall into one incredibly erotic pattern each time.

Generally, I don't like to kiss very hard and I don't think many women do. There are times during intense, out-of-your-mind passion when kissing hard is actually appropriate, but that seems to be the exception. I personally think it's far more erotic to start off barely brushing your lips together, which we did last night and again on sofa earlier this evening. It's not a kiss actually, but if you ever try it I think you'll agree it gets you to your happy place very quickly and more importantly, it gets your partner there with you.

We started our playful kissing and as our lips gently brushed together I took my hand and moved it between Sara's legs. Once she felt my hand on her thigh I could feel her thighs slowly separate allowing me easier access to her coveted treasure. As I continued to work closer to her sexual center I felt something that really caught my attention and my eyes opened wide and I pulled away from her slowly.

"What?" she asked, with a slightly confused expression on her face.

In case I haven't mentioned this before I have come to realize that there are several things that really seem to put me into orbit. Seeing a woman in sexy lingerie and heels would have to be pretty high on that list. I have no idea why, I can't explain it and I don't even try.

I pulled Sara's skirt up to her waist and she was wearing a black suspender garter belt with her black stockings and a pair of crotchless panties. I could feel my heart rate begin to increase. She smiled when she saw the object of my sudden desire.

"Sara . . . I really don't want to go inside the restaurant right now, can we just go home and make love?"

I could tell that I had just thrown Sara a real curve and she was looking at me closely to determine whether I was serious or whether I was kidding and she held that pose for at least ten seconds.

"Of course we can baby, take us anywhere you want."

Then Sara did something that surprised even me. She tucked her skirt under her seat belt, so now I had the same view of her on the drive home as I had provided for her benefit earlier.

Fortunately, we were only minutes from our house and I got us there in about one tenth the time. The difference did not go unnoticed by Sara, who I could tell was trying to understand how it took us thirty minutes to get to the restaurant and only about five minutes to get home, Thankfully she didn't care enough to ask about it.

I pulled the car into Sara's driveway and we both got out and smoothed our dresses out and started to walk over to my house. It was dark out now and I didn't think Sara would mind if I took her hand and then we held hands walking the short distance between the two houses. I have to say that I felt a little giddy as I held her hand and kept looking at her knowing what she had on under her outfit. As we reached my front porch I could feel my wetness increasing.

We got to my room and I closed the door and we stood in the glow of my aquarium and just looked at each other. Then without a single word Sara took her top off and stood in front of me with her beautiful boobs uncovered.

"Cat, my boobs are extremely sensitive. Tonight I want you to pinch them and nurse on them." 

I swallowed hard and nodded obediently.

"I also really love it when you lick my pussy and you stick your finger in my ass and slowly fuck me with it. That is such a turn on to me."

By now I must have had a glazed look on my face and I just nodded at her once again.

"I don't want you to cum until you tell me you're ready. Then I want to feel you rub your clit against mine until we cum together . . . alright?"

I nodded a third time and I felt my dress drop to the floor and puddle around my feet, although I never even realized I took it off.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 02



Sara was looking at me for several seconds and then a slow smile formed across her face.

"Why Caitlin . . . did you use lipstick on your nipples?" she asked with a sly smile.

I looked down for an instant, realizing I had totally forgotten that I had done that, and then I smiled back at her. 

"A girl has to be prepared for any occasion." I replied with a smile.

"Mmmm, I must say that it looks incredibly sexy on you."

I smiled at her comment without responding. Then Sara took off her skirt and looked at me. She was still wearing her crotchless panties, black stockings, her garter belt and her high heels. I was wearing my black fishnet thigh high stay-up stockings and my heels. God, I wish I had a picture of the two of us standing there together at that instant, with all the anticipation that must have existed in our faces.

Sara crawled on top of the bed and lay back on her elbows leaning up and then she looked at me and smiled.

"C'mon baby, come to me and make me feel like a woman again."

Sara could not have said anything else that would have motivated me any harder. I looked at her on the bed and thought for just an instant how wonderful it would be if it could be like this every night, having Sara to come home to. I pushed the thought from my mind for now and crawled onto the bed towards my lover.

I slinked a little like a feline predator as I moved around her body trying to decide exactly how to position myself to begin to address the menu items Sara laid out for me earlier. It was the first time anyone ever told me what they would like me to do and I was totally fine with that, but I wondered whether it marked Sara's coming out party in a sense.

As I drew closer I could already smell Sara's scent and I knew she was wet with anticipation. I don't think I could remember what any of my former lovers smelled like, but I remembered Sara immediately and I could tell that her scent had a noticeable effect on my arousal level.

As I hovered over her on my way to her boobs I saw her glistening wetness through the open crotch in her panties and I smiled, watching her little clit peeking out at me between her lips. I personally think that's the sexiest part of a woman and seeing Sara in that position now did nothing to discourage that notion.

I leaned my head in and dragged my tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of her clit and I could feel Sara's entire body tense at the contact. Then I was startled as Sara started to convulse.

"Oh God, baby I'm cumming," she called out to me.

I leaned over and sucked Sara's entire hood into my mouth and as I gently bit all around the folds, I found her clit in that little hidden area with my tongue and dragged it back and forth across it, as she seemed to get close to the peak of her climax. I felt her hand on the back of my head and I could hear Sara gasping for breath as she was cumming.

When I thought she was about there, I moved my teeth back slightly and lightly bit down on her clit while it was sufficiently protected by her hood. Years ago I read an interview with Jenna Jameson and she explained that if a little pressure is applied to the clit of most women during the peak of their orgasm it will really heighten the experience for them. I've done it on myself and several others and I think she's dead on. 

As soon as I did it to Sara I could feel her body levitate off the bed several inches, as she twisted and turned and eventually started to dig her fingernails into my shoulder. I had never seen an orgasm that intense before and I was in total awe.

After one or maybe even two minutes she seemed to finish and I reduced my activity to gently kissing and licking all around her pussy. I could still feel her breathing was accelerated, but nothing like what it was only minutes earlier. Then I got up onto my hands and knees and moved closer towards her head, finding a little nook between her arm and her body and then I started to gently caress her nipples. 

"God Cat, would you believe there have been times that I've made love with my husband for longer than an hour and have never had an orgasm. It seems all I do when I'm with you is cum. I don't know what it is that you do to me, but I'm certainly not complaining."

I was glad she felt that way, but I didn't feel the need to over analyze it. I'd leave that to her. 

I moved my head to her right breast and started to gently kiss around the nipple, as I kneaded her other breast. I was amazed at how large they were compared to mine and finally the curiosity got the better of me.

Without looking up at Sara I said in a whisper, "your breasts are absolutely perfect, what size are they?"

Sara reached down and stroked my hair lovingly. "I've been blessed that I didn't need to augment them, although my husband always wanted them larger – much larger actually. They're 38D."

"Mmmm," I purred.

I moved my mouth over her nipple and I began to gently nurse on Sara's right breast, as I continued kneading her left one with my right hand. As soon as I started developing a rhythm I could sense Sara's breathing begin to accelerate once again. I had sucked on a woman's nipples before, but this was the first time I was actually going through the motions of nursing and I realized that I wished Sara was lactating.

I know Sara was enjoying what I was doing, but I was surprised at how turned on I was getting, as well. I moved my right hand down between my legs and confirmed my suspicions. I was drenched. 

I was unaware that I had fallen into a trance and when I finally heard Sara calling my name I had no idea how long I had been totally out of it. I finally stopped and looked up at her.

"Baby, let's move into a '69' position on the bed. I've been dying to suck on your nipples since I saw you naked in the hot tub."

I smiled at her and moved up and allowed her to reposition herself on her right side and then I moved onto my right side facing her and aligned my nipples with her mouth and then we moved closer. I'd never been in this variation of a '69' position before, but it looked as though we'd fit perfectly together.

As I took her left nipple into my mouth I suddenly gasped as I felt Sara take my nipple into her warm mouth. I took a deep breath and realized that focusing on pleasing her now while she worked her magic on me would be the most difficult task of all for me.

It took all the effort I could possibly muster to continue giving Sara the attention she deserved, while enjoying the same thing on my end. But we stayed the course and surprisingly it appeared that we were both getting very close to cumming at the same time.

I thought about the position we were in and then I considered other options that I might have and that's when I reached over my head and started to feel my way to Sara's pussy. I was pleasantly surprised I was able to reach it without considerable difficulty and as I got there I could feel Sara slightly reposition herself to allow me easier access.

In another moment I had inserted two fingers inside her and I was surprised that the awkward position I was in allowed me much easier access to her 'G' spot and once I hit that magical place it started a delightful chain reaction.

Sara immediately picked up on what I was doing to her and I quickly felt her hand working its way between my legs, as I too repositioned myself to allow her easier access to her prize. In an instant she had located my 'G' spot and we fell into an erotic rhythm where we were sucking each others nipple intently and using our fingers on one of our most erotic areas. It was sheer bliss.

We seemed to be in perfect unison as our climax seemed to draw closer. I knew I had increased the intensity of my fingers in Sara's pussy and she followed suit and did the exact same thing to me. Several minutes later we exploded simultaneously into the greatest single orgasm I had ever experienced and I was sure that for just an instant I had actually passed out.

The euphoria lasted for several short minutes, during which time our sucking intensified and our fingers were hitting the mark with intense enthusiasm. Then it all stopped at nearly the same time and we fell over on our backs and the only sounds that were audible in the room was the rapid respiration sounds being made by two very satisfied and tired women.

I had no idea how long we had laid like that. It might have been ten minutes or an hour, who knows. But then Sara began to reposition herself, I took that as a cue for me to do the same and we wound up together with our heads on the pillow looking into each other's eyes, as our breathing began to approach a normal rate.

Sara seemed like she started to say something twice, but no words came out. I wasn't sure whether she was still unable to talk or just could not decide exactly what she wanted to say, so I waited another minute or two for her to calm down a bit more.

"I . . . thank you, that was . . . there are no words to describe the way that you have just made me feel," she began slowly.

I listened to her ramble for several minutes, knowing full well that she was trying her dead level best to tell me something, but I was still unsure what it was. After another several minutes I thought I better jump in, as I tried to chose my words carefully.

"Sara, I just have one question for you. What happens to us when it's time for your husband to follow you out here from Atlanta?" 

Sara seemed to be getting her wits about her and I could tell she was considering my question very carefully.

"Cat, you're only eighteen and I'm twenty nine, do you really think we could make something like this work . . . be honest with me?"

The truth was, I'd been considering that exact question myself since I woke up and I wasn't sure that I even knew the answer. I knew that I was mature enough to have a monogamous relationship if I ever had found the right person, but deep down inside I could not make such a commitment to Sara unless I knew that she was ready to finally walk out of her marriage.

"Will there be some problems associated with the relationship in the beginning, of course there will. But I'm confident we'll get past them. I think we have some incredible potential together and I think you feel it too . . . no, I know you feel it too. But I can't invest the time in developing a relationship with you unless I know your husband won't show up here in the future and just complicate everything. What I'm telling you is that I'm willing to commit to 'us' if you are."

Sara appeared contemplative for a long moment.

"Does your mother know you're a lesbian?" she asked.

I looked at her and thought about her question for a moment. I knew it was relevant, I just didn't really know the answer.

"I honestly don't know. I think she suspects I am, but I really don't believe she knows for certain. I think she realizes I prefer the company of women, but I think she may also attribute that preference to a maturity thing right now. Why, does that matter to you?"

Sara exhaled deeply. "Only in the sense that it's just one more piece of the puzzle to consider when deciding where we take this."

For some reason I seemed to be annoyed with that response and I think I started to show it in my face.

"Look, if you feel like you can't live without me nothing else really matters and we can get past whatever anyone throws at us. If you don't feel that way, my feelings aren't hurt and we can still have fun together, but when your husband comes home it will just really complicate everything and our chances to be together will be few and far between. I guess I can accept that too, although it would not be my preference."

Sara thought about that too for another minute, before I spoke again.

"Sara, I think I could be falling in love with you, so if you don't feel the same way, please be kind and at least tell me the truth."

Sara met my hopeful gaze and we stared at each other for a long time.

"Cat, please try and remember that all these feelings are still very new to me and I don't have all the answers yet. I do think though that I would love your face to be the first thing I see every morning and the last thing I see before I close my eyes at night. I've never felt that way about anyone else before and if that's not love, I don't know how else to describe it."

A smile slowly came to my face and then she began to smile too. I was just about to kiss her when I heard a car door slam, summoning us quickly back to reality.

"Holy shit, my mother's home."



Caitlin and Sara Ch. 03



Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without my written permission.

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Of course all the actors in this script are of legal age.

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My thanks to Bernard Lyons for his keen wisdom, editorial insight and just being a very good friend.

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Note 1: Characters introduced in 'The Seduction of Bobby's Mom' appear in this Chapter, but reading that story is not a prerequisite.

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Note 2: Kelley, my soulmate, helped me once again. Thanks baby.

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"Sara, I think I could be falling in love with you, so if you don't feel the same way, please be kind and at least tell me the truth."

Sara met my hopeful gaze and we stared at each other for a long time, as she seemed to carefully consider her response.

"Cat, please try and remember that all these feelings are still very new to me and I don't have all the answers yet. I know I would love your face to be the first thing I see every morning when I wake up and the last thing I see before I close my eyes at night. I've never felt that way about anyone else before – including my idiot husband - and if that's not love, I guess I don't know how else to describe it."

A smile slowly came to my face and then she began to smile too, although at first I think she tried to fight it. I was just about to kiss her when I heard a car door slam summoning us quickly back to reality.

"Holy shit, my mother's home!"

The utter absurdity of the situation now upon us seemed to dawn on me at that very moment. Here I was, eighteen years old, and although I could not legally buy alcohol in any state, for all intent and purposes the law in every state recognized me as an adult.

Sara, on the other hand, was closer in age to my mother than she was to me. She was a college graduate, like my mother, and she had a graduate degree, also like my mother. In addition, she also struggled through three years of law school and was a member of the Georgia Bar and was now also the Texas Bar, not at all like my mother. 

Okay, what's my point?

Well, we were acting like a couple of adolescent teens in heat who were afraid of getting caught for doing something wrong. As a result, we were pulling off our shoes and our lingerie as fast as our hands could move.

Then in a heartbeat Sara was flying towards the door and I could almost swear I didn't even see her feet touch the floor. I called to her and caught up to her at the door, which she already had opened. She was pointed in the direction of the guestroom and she was ready to make a mad dash down the hall.

"Wait," I called out, as I reached the door seconds behind her.

Sara turned to face me, with one leg already in the hallway. She still had that wonderful half-smile on her face, but I saw just a trace of anxiety there too and I felt bad, or rather I felt terrible, over the fact that I was indirectly the cause of it.

"Let's just tell her," I said, trying to make myself actually believe that my half-baked proposal had some degree of merit.

She smiled at me and then she kissed me quickly on the lips, as she gently caressed my cheek with her fingers.

"Not this way, Cat; you've really got to trust me on this. Under the best case scenario it would not be well received. Under the worst case, it could be an absolute catastrophe."

Then she disappeared down the dark hallway and I heard her door open and close quickly, literally seconds before my mother's key was turning in the front door lock.

I threw on my white terrycloth bathrobe, which I would never describe as sexy, although it actually was pretty short on me coming to about mid-thigh. Then I headed out to see what my mother was doing home so early.

"Mmmm, I smell New York style pizza," I said aloud, as I made my way down the hall towards the lighted kitchen.

I entered the kitchen and my mother had an extra large New York pizza on the table and she was bent over in front of the open refrigerator grabbing a bottle of Diet Pepsi from the door.

"Please grab me one of those too, mom," I said as I looked inside the box to make sure she didn't forget the meat toppings. Yes, I'm the only carnivore residing in the house.

I usually would never eat the same thing two nights in a row, let alone do it with something as fat laden as pizza, but I knew that my mom had no idea that we had the same thing for dinner the night before and I did not want to seem ungrateful by raising that tidbit of information now.

"Yeah, I figured that you two had been busy all day and had probably not taken the time to get anything to eat. Was I right?"

Colleen handed me my drink and then she twisted open the cap of her Diet Pepsi and took a long sip. Then she looked at me waiting for my response.

"Actually, that was a great guess, mom. Sara and I only just finished a little while ago. We were gonna go out and eat and then we changed our minds."

I smiled at my double entendre, even though Sara wasn't there to appreciate it.

"What's up with being home so early? I almost didn't get all of my friends out the back door in time."

My mother initially appeared a bit confused by my question. Then she spun around and walked back to the refrigerator and pulled a piece of paper out from under a Memorial High School refrigerator magnet. Then she turned to face me, before she started reading aloud from the note.

"Dear Cat, the hospital called right after you and Sara went over to her house. They were very shorthanded on the day shift and I had to go back much earlier than my scheduled time. In exchange for helping them out on such short notice, they said that I could leave by 11:00 and I wouldn't have to work a double, so I'll be home around 11:30. Love, Mom."

My mother looked at her watch and then she looked up at me. "It's now 11:38. I'm sure glad I take the trouble to write these little notes for you, sweetie. I don't think you've ever stumbled across one on your own."

I knew she was exaggerating. I could clearly remember finding at least one note in the past couple years, but I wasn't in a very contentious mood right now.

"Sorry, mom; I guess I just don't get into the kitchen too often. I promise I'll try harder from now on. I heard Sara's door close just a couple minutes ago, so I think she must still be awake. I'll go check and see if she's up for some pizza."

I walked to the guestroom at the end of the hallway and I knocked gently.

"Sara, are you still awake?"

Of course I know it was a silly question, but it was mainly for my mother's benefit. There were at least a dozen things I really wanted to say to her through that closed door, but I reminded myself that I was supposed to act like an adult when my mother was around.

I heard Sara walking towards the door and then it opened and she looked out. I could see that she was totally naked, but she remained behind the door to conceal that fact - just to be on the safe side; then she whispered to me.

"Am I still awake? Normally, I love to fall sleep after great sex, but only if I don't have to do wind sprints down the hall."

I turned and looked over my shoulder and made sure that my mom was still out of earshot. Then I leaned closer to Sara.

"Look, sorry about the repeat selection, but my mom brought a pizza home. She didn't know that was what we had to eat for dinner last night. Are you hungry at all?"

Sara chuckled and then smiled warmly. "I'm absolutely starving and pizza is perfectly fine."

I smiled back at her, I guess mainly because she seemed to have that effect on me and also because she was so hungry that there was a sound of desperation in her voice.

"Good. Go ahead and put on one of those outfits that I gave you last night and c'mon out to the kitchen. Let's eat there so that my mom doesn't have to eat alone."

I turned around without waiting for a response and I was about to head back to the kitchen, but I was feeling a little playful. I quickly turned to look back at Sara, who was still standing at the door watching me. 

"I'm gonna join you in the guest room after my mother goes to bed. I really want to sleep with you tonight." Then, as I turned around and felt her staring at me as I walked away, I used both of my hands to pull up the back of my robe and give her my best butt shot. I smiled when I heard her mock whistle, as I strode down the hallway.

When I returned to the kitchen my mother was sitting at her usual place at the head of the table. She had put out three plates, a handful of napkins and another bottle of Diet Pepsi for Sara. She was already eating a slice of pizza and she appeared to be balancing her checkbook.

I sat down in my usual seat to her right with my back to the window and I took a slice of pizza and laid it on my plate, just as Sara entered the kitchen wearing another one of my obscenely tailored outfits.

When my mother looked up and saw it, she shot me a quick glance that reminded me that she was still upset that I would lend such an outfit to our guest, but she stopped short of verbally abusing her loving daughter this time.

"Hey Colleen, thanks so much for bringing the pizza home. We were going to go out to eat earlier and then we decided we were really just too tired." Sara said cheerfully, as she took the seat directly across from me once again.

Colleen glanced up at Sara and then to the other side of the table at me and laughed. "Well, I guess at least that explains all the make-up."

Sara and I looked at each other and then we understood the relevance of my mother's comment. Although we had worn our lipstick off while we were kissing, the rest of our makeup was still very much intact. I think it was a slightly awkward moment for each of us, because we had no idea if my mother was hinting at something else or just making an observation.

"Sara, I know that yesterday you mentioned that your husband is transferring here for a corporate legal position, but I was wondering what your immediate plans might be. I'm not trying to pry, but I had an idea that might be helpful."

Sara had just finished swallowing her first bite of pizza and I fought the urge to laugh. I wasn't actually all that hungry myself, but I knew Sara was and I think she would have been deliriously happy to forego any discussion for an uninterrupted ten minutes.

"No need to apologize, Colleen. Feel free to ask away, my life is an open book," she began, as she shot me a quick smile before she continued.

"Actually, I have a few things that may be promising. I sent out about two hundred resumes to firms and corporations about a month ago and I'll be following up with seven of those who responded to me expressing some level of interest. I also have experience prosecuting criminal matter, so I'll probably try and visit with the Harris County District Attorney sometime this week or next. I'm fortunate to have some family money that I inherited from my grandparents a while back, so I don't necessarily need to land anything immediately or even find the best paying position."

I was listening to the grown-ups talk and then my mother looked over at me and her brow furrowed in a cerebral sort of way.

"Cat, last year when you were a junior, what was the name of that gorgeous girl who was the co-captain of the cheer squad. You know the one I'm talking about - the one who lost her entire family in a vehicle accident and then she wound up living with Cheryl Martin?"

Sara looked over at my mother and then at me. "Her name is Cheryl 'M-A-R-T-I-N' . . . now there's a coincidence."

I hadn't even considered the fact that Sara and Cheryl had the same last name, but her observation caused me to respond. "Maybe you actually have some blood relatives on this side of the Mississippi River, girl."

I felt a good natured kick under the table. 

"Ah . . . Martin would be my husband's family name and her husband's family name. We would not be related except by marriage, dear heart." Sara said, with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice that even caused my mother to laugh.

I took a sip of my Diet Pepsi and smiled at my mother. "That is such a great idea, mom!"

Sara looked at me with a curious expression. "What is?"

Oh my god, did the name Erin Jameson ever bring back a flood of memories for me. We all have that one very special sex partner in our lives who was the first and I think we remember that person for the rest of our life.

For me Erin Jameson was 'the' girl of firsts. She was the first girl I ever kissed, the first girl I ever went down on, the first girl who ever went down on me and she was the first girl I ever fucked – and god did we fuck a lot and god bless her for it. 

In fact, it was Erin who actually taught me how to make love to a woman and I can't remember how many times I thanked her for her effort. But she never wanted to get serious and after about four months of non-stop sex we eventually drifted apart and started seeing other people.

Then when her father blew his brains out last Christmas, she became a real head case. When she wound up living with Bobby Martin's mother at the end of the school year, it was the single most talked about incident to hit our little community since that idiot Bud Adams moved the Houston Oilers to Tennessee. Ah, but I digress.

"Last year Erin Jameson was a year ahead of me in school. She lost her mom and brother when she was a sophomore and when she was a senior her father committed suicide. I think I watched her erode over time and she really became withdrawn. I seldom saw her at any social event she did not have to attend as a member of the cheer squad."

"I think we all knew that Erin was gay, but just last summer Cheryl Martin, who was the mother of Bobby Martin, the most popular boy in Erin's senior class, divorced her husband and moved in with Erin and they became a couple. At first it was a little unusual to see them out and about, but now I see them several times a month and they look absolutely perfect together. They're always holding hands or touching each other and you can just tell that they love each other so much."

Now it was my turn to kick Sara under the table and she gave me a warm, knowing smile that made me tingle.

"Everyone knew Erin was gay?" My mother asked incredulously.

I turned to her and nodded with a sly smile. "Well, maybe not everyone, but at least all of us girls sure did."

That response got a laugh out of Sara, but I don't think my mother was amused by the flippant nature of my comment.

"Anyway, there's a bit more to the Erin and Cheryl story and it's the part that mother was actually referring to. Cheryl is also a lawyer and she has worked at the Harris County DA's office for years. Erin is a freshman at the University of Houston now so I never see her in school, but I ran into her in Walmart four or five weeks ago. We went over to Starbucks for a latté and visited for about an hour." 

"When I asked about Cheryl, her entire face lit up and she told me that she was doing really well and was recently promoted to the position of Deputy District Attorney, the highest non-elected position in the office. I actually thought it was so adorable to see how proud she was of Cheryl's promotion. Anyway, I've seen and visited with Cheryl several times and I'd be happy to introduce you to her. And by the way, she is an absolute hottie too."

"An absolute hottie, huh?" My mother echoed, in the most unusual tone.

I suddenly felt a tad strange and I wasn't sure exactly why. I looked over at my mother and she was looking at me with most peculiar expression. I think that my little "hottie" comment about Cheryl Martin, although seemingly innocuous all by itself, was my mother's version of the final straw.

I think I was beginning to sense that in her mind she now had the answer to one of the great mysteries in her little corner of the universe. It was the question that she had always been afraid to ask me directly; I suspect out of fear over what my response would be.

I hesitated for a just an instant as I contemplated the best strategy for this slightly awkward moment in front of my new lover, who I could tell by her expression that she hadn't missed a thing. Then I smiled at my mother and I responded.

"Yeah mom, you might remember that I've already had this discussion with you once before. I told you the same thing earlier this year when I first met Cheryl Martin. As I recall, I also said that I certainly didn't blame Erin, because she was absolutely stunning and that was when you just rolled your eyes at me in that parental way that you always seem to do so well. Is any of this familiar to you now?"

Colleen continued to maintain eye contact with me for nearly a minute and I think we were playing the parents' version of 'chicken,' but I had no intention of looking away first.

"That would be wonderful Cat, thanks so much for the offer. And thank you too Colleen, for thinking about it."

I think Sara may be the most perceptive person I've ever met. With the timeliness of her comment it was the second time today that she came to my rescue and it was just enough to deflate the potential encounter that seemed to be brewing between me and my dear mother.

Mom thanked Sara for her comment and then I did likewise, both verbally as well as with my foot that was now rubbing up against her leg. The smile I shared with her seemed to linger a bit longer than it probably should have and I suspect that too did not escape my mother's keen eye.

But in a way, talking about Erin and Cheryl a moment earlier was starting to have an emotional effect on me and I realized that I wanted a similar relationship with Sara and I wasn't sure I cared any longer whether my mother knew I was gay or knew that I was in deep like over our new neighbor.

In fact, seated at the kitchen table I all but decided that if it wasn't for what Sara said to me earlier, I was in the mood to drop that little bombshell on Colleen right here and now and end this little charade we've been playing.

Besides, as I've continued to think this whole sexual orientation thing through I've come to a realization, of sorts. If my mother decides to treat me differently when she finds out that I'm a lesbian, then she was never the woman I always thought she was anyway. And although that would be a terrible disappointment for me and it would irrevocably change our relationship, I might as well know it as soon as possible.

Suddenly Sara's foot was now resting on my chair up flush against my pussy and I quickly glanced over at her. Talk about your major league distraction.

I'm sure I would be a terrible poker player, because she totally surprised me and my eyes must have been wide open for an instant. But to her credit Sara wasn't even looking at me. Instead, she was helping herself to another piece of pizza and talking to my mother like they were the best of friends. Take note guys, this is what women affectionately refer to as multi-tasking.

I swallowed hard and slid my chair under the table as far as I could, without inhibiting the ability of my lungs to properly function. Then I discretely moved my hand down between my legs and spread my very wet lips to allow Sara's toes to work their way inside me.

"Colleen, I used to do some healthcare law and hospital work at the firm I was at in Atlanta. What department do you practice in at the hospital?"

During her inquisition of my mother, Sara never wavered. She carefully worked her toes inside my very wet pussy to my total delight. Distracted by the conversation I was reasonably confident that my mother would probably not see all the squirming I was doing.

My mother started her detailed response to Sara's question, just as I started to drift off to another place. As I sat there impaling myself on Sara's toes, I stared at her beautiful face and pretended that we were all alone together somewhere else like Erin and Cheryl were at this very moment.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 03



I knew I did not want to cum sitting at that table, but I thought I could control it and I wanted to see how close I actually could get. I realized I was rotating my hips ever so slightly against Sara's toes and I fell into the most blissful rhythm imaginable.

Suddenly I felt a tug at my robe and I looked down to see my mother's hand pulling at my sleeve. I looked up and made eye contact with her and I'm sure that I had a real "deer in the headlights" expression on my face and I hoped I would not have to suffer through yet another cross-examination session.

"Are you alright baby, it looked like you were about to drift off to sleep." 

I don't know how long I was in my happy place, but my mother dutifully brought me back to reality once again. I was almost tempted to tell her how bloody terrific her timing was, but I decided that would not be terribly well received.

"Oh I'm sorry, Sara simply worked me to death over there today and I guess I'm a little spacey right now. What'd I miss?"

It was at that moment I experienced the most unique and totally wonderful experience. As Sara started to laugh at my task master comment I felt her laughter ripple all the way through her entire body, down her leg and directly into my sexual center. The unusual chain reaction, coupled with the pressure that her foot was applying against my clit, caused me to have the tiniest orgasm I ever experienced in my life. It snuck up on me so quickly that I never even saw it coming and then it was gone just as quickly. I was so unprepared for it that all I could do was take a deep breath and then slowly exhale.

Moments later Sara was forced to reposition herself on the chair, which caused her to sit up and slowly withdraw her toes from inside me. I know I must have had the saddest puppy dog look on my face, because I definitely did not want to lose that physical connection with her.

"I just told Sara that Kevin Baldwin, the Chief Surgical Resident that I already told you about, finally asked me out today." 

"Oh mother, that's absolutely wonderful news. I must say it certainly took him long enough. I'm so happy for you; when are you two going out?"

I could see how excited my mother was and I wanted to let her bask in that glow for the moment.

"We're going out to dinner next Monday night and then we're going to go see the Texans play the Cowboys."

Go Cowboys! We used to be Oiler fans and I knew she did not have any love for the Texans. Nevertheless, I listened attentively for the next ten minutes as my mother started to tell Sara everything there was to know about Kevin Baldwin. It was the same stuff that I'd heard at least a thousand times since he first started his surgical residency at the hospital four years ago, but I still feigned interest. I happen to know that my mother is the most beautiful nurse at Methodist Hospital, so I had no idea why it took Kevin Baldwin four long years to ask her out, but I was not about to go there.

But as I made the fateful decision not to rain on my mother's special moment, she turned the conversation completely around on me and caught me totally by surprise and I don't think our lives will ever be the same again.

"So Cat, I know that you've shown no interest this year in any of the boys in your school. How about if I set you up with Scott Davis, the new RN on the day shift? All of the nurses think he's a real hunk and I hear he's available. I think you two would make such an adorable couple."

OK, just so you know, this was totally uncharted territory for us, since my mother had never – as in never ever - offered to set me up with anyone who she worked with before.

Ironically, after I finished my junior year last May, I was actually tempted to ask her to introduce me to one of the new nurses who had just started in her department, but it was a 'she' and not a 'he' and I decided not to place my mother in a rather awkward situation at work. After all, this is Texas and we tend to execute our murderers and nearly hold our gay residents in equally high esteem.

Anyway, I never saw my mother's generous offer coming and that would have been perfectly fine if only she would have left it alone and not been so darn persistent. As an aside, I also have to admit that it felt really weird to think that my mother felt a need to help me with my social itinerary. I actually have a great reputation in my school, but I'm not sure it would be great enough to withstand something like this, if word ever leaked out.

"C'mon baby girl, he's only twenty-two and I think you'd really like him. I damn well know he'd absolutely love you, I've already shown him your picture and he thinks you're a real babe."

I looked across the table into Sara's beautiful eyes and in an instant everything was crystal clear to me. I was eighteen years old and I just could not play 'pretend' with my mother anymore.

I turned to look at her excited face and I knew that I was about to end her really terrific mood, but I knew it could not be helped. I reached across and took her hand in mine and made eye contact with her.

"Mother . . . do you think there is anyone on this planet who knows me as well as you do?"

Her brow furrowed slightly, as I suspected it probably would, and she just looked at me with a totally blank expression across her face. I knew it was a strange question and this time I had caught her by surprise. I could tell she was thinking about her response, as she wondered whether it might even be a trick question.

"Why no baby, I'd have to say that I probably know you better than anyone else, or at least I hope I do."

My mother shot a quick glance over to Sara, but it was clear she had no idea where this line of questioning was going and I could see that she was beginning to become noticeably apprehensive. She straightened up in her chair and made eye contact with me once again.

I looked over at Sara and I immediately saw it in her eyes. She knew that I was about to let the Cat out of the bag. God, I loved the way this woman and I seemed to frequently be on the same page. Her subtle smile seemed to give me all the support I needed, as I turned to face my mother with a renewed sense of determination.

"Mother, after living with me for these many years, are you really oblivious to the fact that I have absolutely no interest in men?"

At first I thought about waiting for her answer, but then I quickly decided against that strategy since I was already on a roll.

"I'm a lesbian, mom."

Colleen surprised me when she slowly pulled her hand away from mine, but we continued eye contact. I think she was waiting for me to break into a smile and tell her I was only kidding, but after staring into my face I think she quickly realized that was just wishful thinking on her part.

As much as I wanted to look at Sara at that moment I did not think it would be a good idea to break eye contact with my mother. But then the next best thing happened. I felt Sara's foot make contact with my leg again and then she began to slowly rub her foot up and down my shin. I sensed it was her 'thumb's up' sign for me and I drew a measure of strength from the supportive gesture.

"Cat, are . . . are you sure?"

In anticipation of having a discussion much like this with my mother one day, I've talked to several girls about this very thing. Although I know there are a few standard things parents typically say when they receive such news, the one thing they all seemed to agree on is that all parents respond differently to such a disclosure and I was not yet sure how Colleen was going to respond.

"Mother, I've been sure for a really long time, since about Christmas break of my freshman year. I just never knew the best way to tell you before so I . . . I just never did."

My mother looked down at the table, as she seemed to think about that comment for a moment. Then she looked up at me once again with a glimmer of optimism.

"Cat, is there any way you could just be going through a phase?"

There it was, the 'phase' question. I certainly knew that question was coming and I was more than ready for it.

"Mother . . . please trust me on this one thing, it's definitely not a phase. I know this news may be a bit unsettling for you, but I'm certain. There's absolutely no question about it, I'm a card carrying lesbian."

I watched my mother process this information and I wondered what it would eventually do to us. I reached across the table and put my hand on hers once again and my touch caused her to look up at me.

"Mother, are we going to get past this and be alright?" I asked, with a tone of genuine concern in my voice.

She placed her other hand on my hand and smiled at me. "Of course we will, baby. I think deep down inside I always suspected . . ."

I waited several moments for my mother to finish her sentence, but she never did. 

"It's okay mom, you can say the words." I said, in barely a whisper.

She looked into my eyes and I almost thought she might manage a smile.

"I think deep down inside I always suspected that you were gay. I guess hearing it from your lips now; I guess for me it shatters any remaining hope I held that I might have been mistaken. At least now I know, but I'm terribly sad you never felt you could tell me sooner. And of course there's no reason to think that anything about our relationship should ever change, baby. You're my daughter and my love for you is unconditional."

"Thanks mom," I said, as we stood and moved to hug each other.

The whole encounter could have gone south at any moment and I was delighted that I did not misjudge my mother's love for me.

When she announced she was going to bed several minutes later, we hugged each other again, but this time it was for a little longer than we usually did. Other than that, there was nothing at all different about our interaction and there was definitely no indication that she wanted to pull away or that she felt disappointed in me. I sighed deeply after she had gone, as I realized that the charade was thankfully over. I looked across the table at Sara and she gave me a look I'll never forget.

"Cat, I'm really proud of you. I know that wasn't easy." She whispered, as she reached across the table to take my hand.

I smiled at her. "Thanks, Sara; that means more to me than you'll ever know. I could not have pulled it off without you here with me."

She gave my hand a squeeze and smiled lovingly at me. I stared at her for an instant, until I regained my train of thought.

"I'll call Erin tomorrow and set something up for you to meet with Cheryl. I have to get up at four–thirty to jog and then get ready for school, so I think we'd better go to bed."

Sara pulled on my hand to get my attention and then looked towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

"Cat, I would love to sleep with you, but if your mother catches us together in bed I'm reasonably sure that she'll never allow me in your house again. With that said, you're an adult, so I'll leave the decision entirely to you."

I stood up and realized that my robe was no longer secured and I was essentially exposing Sara to all of me. After the intimacy we already shared it seemed rather pointless to act modest and try to tie it shut.

Apparently Sara noticed it too and she moved around the table slowly and put one arm around my back and as she looked into my eyes she lovingly caressed and then gently pinched my nipple. Then she slowly ran her hand down my stomach to my pussy, which was getting wetter by the moment. As soon as her fingers found my lips, she gently parted them and entered me. I closed my eyes and began to breathe harder and faster. She eased me back into my chair and I opened my legs wide to welcome her.

"Oh yes, just like that . . . use your fingers. Oh, god Sara – uhh, oh yes - pinch my clit."

I knew I was approaching lift-off and I could not decide what I needed Sara to do most. All of a sudden I made up my mind.

"Eat me, oh god, I want your tongue in my pussy."

Sara wasted no time. She repositioned herself and then placed her mouth directly over my pussy and then she literally inhaled it, as she pulled it tightly to her with both hands on my butt. Just feeling her tongue inside me made me quiver with excitement.

As I was getting closer to my climax I leaned forward and put one hand on the back of Sara's head and pulled her face even tighter against me. Then I closed my eyes and sat back and let Sara drive me home.

Sara gently kissed and licked my clit for another minute or two before I finally exploded. It was anything but my usual orgasm and I desperately had to struggle to keep from screaming and bringing my mother back out to the kitchen.

It took me several minutes before I regained my senses and Sara continued to kiss and lick me, while gently playing with my rock-hard nipples. I gently pushed her head back and I slid off the chair onto the kitchen floor, wrapping my legs around her waist and pulling her into the tightest embrace that I could manage. Then we began to kiss.

We sat on the kitchen floor with my arms under hers, as both of my hands sensually caressed the back of Sara's head. We enjoyed sensual kiss after sensual kiss, until I moved to the side of her face and whispered into her ear.

"I love you."

She pulled back and gave me a smile I had not seen before, but said nothing for a moment or two. Then she finally spoke.

"I love you too, baby. I think I've been looking for you my whole life. I just never imagined that you'd be a woman."

I don't cry often, but I could not hold it in a moment longer. Tears began to flow down my cheeks, as I sat there looking into her face, unable to speak. I could now see that tears were welling in her eyes, as well. Then she reached over and wiped the tears from my cheeks with her fingers and we kissed again.

The kisses were slow and soft, as our tongues rubbed against each other beginning to rekindle the passion that was momentarily dormant within us. We continued our embrace for several more minutes, before I moved my mouth to her ear again and whispered.

"I promise I will make you so happy, Sara."

But before I finished getting the words out of my mouth I thought that I heard a door close down the hall. I wasn't really sure and I damn well wasn't going to say anything to Sara about it and freak her out.

We went to bed together in the guestroom. As we snuggled up against each other I drifted off to sleep with Sara's pussy against my ass and a smile on my face. I enjoyed the best night's sleep I ever had in my life.

The next morning seemed to come a lot sooner than it ever did before. When the alarm went off, Sara actually got up with me and we stretched together and then headed out for our run.

"By the way, how many miles do you normally run a day," she asked me, just minutes after we started.

I thought back to yesterday and the silly ruse I went through to keep from telling her that we went much farther than I usually did. But now it seemed inappropriate and pointless. It was only a day later, yet I believed our relationship was totally different and I never wanted to lie to her, even if it involved something so trivial. I looked over at her and smiled.

"Seven miles a day is about all I usually do."

Sara seemed to consider my response for a moment and then I saw her begin to smile.

"Cat, why in the world didn't you just tell me that yesterday?" She asked, with her sexy half smile.

I suspected that question would probably be next, but I did not have a good answer for it. 

After another minute I said, "I guess the truth is . . . I was already developing feelings for you and in some misguided way I wanted to impress you by staying with you mile-for-mile so you could see that I was in great shape."

Sara slowed down and then she stopped running and then I pulled up several feet past her and turned and came back towards her. Then she began to laugh.

"So I could see you were in great shape? You didn't need to run fifteen miles to show me that, I saw that when I first saw you standing out by the moving truck. Besides, I don't usually run fifteen miles either."

I looked at her and this time she was smiling at me.

"No, huh; okay, how many miles do you usually run . . . twenty-six?"

Sara laughed. "No baby, I usually run anywhere from five to ten miles on a really good day."

My brow furrowed and I looked back at her. "Five to ten miles on a really good day; then why in the world did we run fifteen miles yesterday?"

Sara laughed again. "It was your situation in reverse, silly. I knew you were in phenomenal shape and it was important for me that you also thought the same about me, although I have to tell you that those fifteen miles damn near killed me. Does that make any sense?"

I thought about her response for moment and then we looked at each other and we both started to laugh. Then the laughter subsided and we slowly started back into our run and within another thirty seconds we accelerated to my normal pace.

When we hit the three and one-half mile marker I began my turn and Sara followed my lead without hesitation. I realized that we had already begun to communicate at an entirely different level.

That day, Monday, was the greatest day at school I think I ever had. Everyone kept asking me what I was smiling about all day and I just let them wonder about it. It was the first time in my life I was excited by the anticipation of seeing my lover later that day and the feeling was absolutely wonderful.

Before the day was over I finally got a voice mail message from Erin, who was returning my earlier call. She said she was able to meet me at Starbucks at four-thirty and she was very anxious to know what all the excitement was about.

After cheerleading practice I was in and out of the showers in near record time. It suddenly dawned on me that it was the first time I did not linger in the locker room to enjoy all the naked bodies running around. As far as I was concerned, there was only one naked body I wanted to stare at.

I got a ride to the Starbucks from Ariana, one of my closer friends on the squad, and when she dropped me off I saw Erin's black BMW parked in the back of the parking lot. I smiled.

There was a time when I would have done or said anything to make it work between me and Erin Jameson. She was easily the most stunning girl on the cheer squad last year and there is no one on the squad this year - including yours truly - that could hold a candle to this girl in looks or sheer leadership presence. You only had to be around Erin for two minutes and you knew she was the Captain of the squad without her even saying a word about it. 

Erin towers over me by four or five inches and everyone agrees that she looks and walks like a model. She has gorgeous thick platinum blond hair that usually comes down a couple inches before her waist in soft, sexy curls that frame her face beautifully. Her body is not what I'd call voluptuous, but rather it's leaner like mine, except a whole lot more developed. But I think the one thing that just makes you stop and stare at Erin are those killer green eyes that are almost hypnotic. It suddenly occurred to me that Cheryl is one incredibly lucky woman.

I entered the coffee shop and my eyes took a moment to adjust to the darker interior. As I was scanning the room I heard her.

"Moore, over here!"

There was something about Erin's personality that everybody just loved. Maybe it was her irreverence or maybe it was all that attitude stuffed inside that perfect body that was almost paradoxical. In any case, I immediately recognized Erin's voice when I heard it and I headed over to the table in the far corner.

Erin was dressed much like she did in high school. She wore very tight jeans, a pink top with a scoop neckline and three inch black heels, which had always been Erin's idea of sensible shoes. She had her long gorgeous locks pulled up in pig tails and she looked so adorable. Hell, Erin would look adorable dressed as a scullery maid.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 03



Erin was seated with her back to the window and her laptop was on the table and up. Also on the table were two large lattés. As always Erin stood and came around the table and we hugged and kissed each other and smiled. I knew in a way that this was my first test, of sorts. If I could hug and kiss Erin like this and not become wet or weak-kneed, then I had passed the test. I stood perfectly still and waited for just an instant.

"Cat, what is it?" Erin asked a moment later, confused by my rather bizarre stance.

Erin and I were in a good place in our relationship right now and I didn't want to do anything to disturb that, like saying something stupid such as "Oh, I was just checking to see if I was wet as hell below so I'd know for sure whether I was finally over your ass."

"Oh, it's nothing really. I was feeling a little light headed for a moment. I guess skipping lunch to do my calculus homework in the library was not such a good idea."

Erin looked at me for an instant and appeared very reluctant to accept my summary explanation. "Cat, do you want me to run you home or over to the doctor's office?"

I was high and dry down below and not wavering in my balance a bit, so I smiled back at Erin. I also think the color was finally returning to my face.

"Oh heavens no; I'll be fine, really."

She eyed me closely, but seemed to accept my response. Then she backed into her seat, but stood in place waiting for me to finally make a move, so I did. I sat down across from her and put my backpack on the empty chair next to me and then she also sat down.

"I hope you don't mind; I went ahead and ordered for us, since we always order the same damn thing anyway."

I smiled and reached for my cup. "Thanks Erin, but you have to let me get the next one. Whenever we have lunch or coffee you're always picking up the tab."

"Cat, you can start paying when you get a job. Until then, please don't worry about it."

I nodded politely and smiled at her and then we each took a sip of our latté.

"Well Cat, you look terrific as always; now what's so important that you simply had to tell me in person?"

I put my cup down and then I started at the beginning. Erin listened attentively, occasionally asking a question or two to clarify some of the facts. Through it all I saw her smile and laugh, but most importantly I could see she was genuinely happy for me. When I finished telling her everything, I could see tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh Cat, I'm . . . I'm so happy for you. I hope this turns into something special for you and it becomes as magical as what Cheryl and I have together."

I was glowing and I knew it.

"I can't believe all the similarities between the two relationships. I knew the minute I first saw Cheryl that she was the one I wanted and it seems like you and Sara had nearly the same chemistry going – although I must admit that you scored a lot faster than I ever did."

We both laughed at Erin's observation. She closed her laptop and took a sip of her latté and thought for a moment.

"I'm sure Cheryl can make something happen for Sara, if she really wants to work for the DA's office. You probably know that the attorneys working there don't make the really big bucks, so she'll never get rich. If Cheryl and I had to live on what she makes after her child support payments, we'd probably be in an apartment."

I explained to Erin what Sara told me regarding the inheritance. She listened and nodded and as I spoke she rifled through her purse and pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number and then put the pone to her ear and waited.

"Yes, Ms. Martin please, Erin Jameson calling."

Then she moved the phone away from her ear and took a sip of her latté.

A warm smile fell across Erin's face and I immediately knew that Cheryl had come on the line. She explained the situation and after several minutes she moved the phone from her face and looked at me.

"Sorry Cat, I could not recall whether you told me this or not. Is Sara licensed to practice law in Texas?"

I took the latté from my mouth and nodded affirmatively and Erin got back on the phone and finished the conversation with Cheryl. After another couple minutes and an "I love you too baby," she ended the call and when she made eye contact with me she had a big smile on her face, but this time I could understand why.

"Okay, here's the down and dirty. Technically, Cheryl will have to interview her for the position and she'll have to go through a complete background check, but if all that lawyer stuff comes back without a glitch, then the job is hers if she wants it."

I reached across the table and took Erin's hand and squeezed it. "Thank you so much."

"Wait Cat, I'm not done."

My brow furrowed slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Erin chuckled. "Relax, it's nothing sinister. Cheryl said that there is presently a timeline that is working against Sara, so we have to move quickly and fudge a little. There's two mediocre applicants currently being considered, but no one at the office is crazy about either of them. Cheryl needs to interview Sara immediately, but she starts a murder trial tomorrow and might be unavailable for several weeks. So she suggested that you guys come over tonight for dinner. What da ya think?" 

I had to turn in an English paper on Wednesday and I had an exam in my anatomy class on Thursday and a calculus exam on Friday, so I said the only sensible thing that came to mind.

"What time should we be there?" 

It was five-thirty when Erin dropped me off in front of Sara's house and I literally ran all the way up to the front door and pressed the doorbell. I heard movement inside the house and when the door finally opened I greeted Sara with the most intense kiss that had been building up inside of me ever since I left her in the guest room nearly eleven hours earlier. When I broke the kiss Sara took a deep breath.

"My god, I don't think I've ever been kissed like that in my life. You almost kissed the breath out of me – not that I'm complaining one bit, mind you."

I was in a great mood and I smiled at Sara's comment, but I immediately detected that she wasn't herself.

"What's wrong?"

Sara looked at me for a moment and then took my hand and we headed to the living room.

"This whole weekend has been an absolutely wonderful blur. But I spoke with my husband on the phone earlier today after I finally got the water and the power turned on and I was reminded of why I never want to see the shithead again. Anyway, I was gonna to tell him I was leaving him for someone else. Actually, I want to tell him I'm leaving him for a woman so I can totally emasculate the bastard, but before I have that conversation with him I wanted to talk with you one more time."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

Sara smiled and then got her serious face on once again.

"I really meant what I said to you last night, but I want to remind you that I'm eleven years older than you. Are you absolutely sure that you really want to get tied down with a woman my age? Remember, you're only eighteen and you have so much to do and experience out there. You might prefer someone who's closer to your own age."

I listened to Sara as she put me through yet another test. I sighed, as I waited for her to finally finish and then she did and that's when I too put on my most serious face.

"You know Sara, I have been giving all of this age stuff a great deal of thought all day and you're absolutely right, eleven years is just way too huge a gap for a young, hot babe like me. I mean, we have absolutely nothing in common."

Sara's eyes opened wide and for a moment it looked as if all the color drained from her face. I was going to let her stew a while longer, just because I was already getting very tired of this conversation, but from the look on her face it seemed unusually cruel. 

"Only k-i-d-d-i-n-g!" I was glad to see a look of relief on her face.

"Sara, look - we've only been a couple for all of two days and we have had this 'serious' discussion four times by my count. I'm really crazy about you and I was from the moment I first saw you. Can we please get past this?"

Sara exhaled deeply. "Okay, point taken. I promise this is the last time that we will have that silly conversation."

I moved closer to her and as we hugged I put my mouth to her ear and whispered. "I really have some terrific news for you, but you have to be nice to me before I tell you what it is."

Sara put her mouth to my ear and whispered playfully, "and just how nice do I have to be?"

I moved back and smiled at her and then I spun my butt around on the sofa and spread my legs. "This nice; I want you to lick me."

Sara smiled and moved into position between my thighs. "Mmm, what a very naughty girl; she went to school without wearing any panties. Maybe I should spank your tight little ass instead."

I'd never been spanked before, but I was up for anything once. I turned over on the sofa and moved my butt around invitingly in the air. 

"Maybe I do deserve to be spanked, Mommy. I have been a very bad girl thinking about your naked body all day."

I wondered whether Sara would ever be into role playing with me and I was excited to see this side of her.

Sara sat up and I straddled her lap with my butt nearly in her face. With my skirt pulled up to my waist I could feel how turned on I was getting and the anticipation was killing me.

The first slap stung just a bit, but it didn't really hurt. Then each successive one after that seemed to get just a little bit harder and by the time Sara counted off a dozen, I was actually a little bit teary-eyed.

All the while Sara spoke in gentle whispers to me, telling me that I was a bad girl and that I really needed to be punished. Then I realized that although the continued slaps were making my butt sting, I was getting wetter with each slap. That was when Sara started to taunt me.

"Oh my, just look how incredibly turned on Mommy's little slut is getting from her spanking. She is absolutely dripping wet down there."

I was getting desperate and I wanted to cum badly. I tried every way I could to grind my pussy against Sara's thigh to give the exposed clit a little activity, but the alignment just wasn't there. When I tried to wiggle off her lap, Sara used her hand and applied just a little pressure on the lower part of my back and I felt like a bug pinned to a board.

I sighed, mostly out of frustration. "Mommy, my ass really needs some attention. Please . . . you know what to do."

I felt Sara lubricate her finger ever so slowly between my lips, which nearly caused me to jump off the sofa, but her hand was still on my lower back. I was starting to get a sense that she had played this game before.

A moment later I felt her lubricated finger rub across my ass and it almost seemed to close tighter over the anticipated intrusion. Only one other woman had pleasured me in that orifice and I was amazed at how wonderful it felt.

"Oh god, yes; stick your finger in there . . . please."

Damn, now she was rubbing her finger on the outside of my opening teasing me and that seemed to be more painful that the spanking I had just received. 

"I'm sorry baby, if you want your Mommy to do something you have to ask her nicely."

I was now nearly homicidal. "Mommy, please put your finger in my ass."

Sara continued her teasing. "My, my; you'll have to do better than that little girl. If you want Mommy to do something you'll have to tell her what it is you want."

Oh god, this was absolute torture. I did not think I could stand much more of her teasing, but yet a side of me remained turned on by it all.

My respiration was accelerating and I was in a totally different place right now.

"C'mon baby, tell Mommy what you want her to do. Go ahead, let me hear it."

I swallowed hard yet again. "Mommy?"

I could almost feel her smile radiate through every part of our bodies that touched, as she held her probing finger in abeyance.

"Yes baby, Mommy's still here waiting."

I was losing the game of damnable patience, but I no longer cared.

"Mommy, I want you to stick your finger into my asshole and fuck me, while you squeeze my clit until I cum."

For a moment Sara was quiet and then I felt her immerse her finger in my lubrication once again and then I began to feel her start to insert it in my ass. At first it felt slightly uncomfortable, but then the discomfort gave way to pleasure and then quickly to intense pleasure. Once Sara got her finger all the way inside of me, she began to slowly withdraw it and then repeat the motion, until she was giving my ass the fucking it deserved.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I was loving every minute of what she was doing and that was when she grabbed my clit between her thumb and index finger and began to squeeze it.

Between her finger inside me and all the attention my clit was now receiving, I knew I was bordering on what might be the most intense orgasm of my life. Just before I passed out I pushed my butt up to meet her finger and my climax surged through my entire body and I collapsed like a rag doll on Sara's lap.

When I opened my eyes minutes later I felt totally sated and I felt Sara gently rubbing my butt.

"Oh god, Sara that was . . . that was simply incredible."

She chuckled lovingly. "You should know that I'd do anything to get some really terrific news."

I laughed. "Oh god, I totally forgot about the news."

I turned over to face Sara and I started from the beginning. I watched as she went from excited to euphoric, and that was when she leaned over and kissed me and then squirmed out from under me.

"Well, let's get going; it's already six-forty."

We drove to Erin's house, which was less than ten miles away. Sara let me drive her Jaguar and I parked it in the driveway behind Cheryl's Lexus. I don't know why, but I was surprised when Cheryl answered the door. 

Cheryl is about an inch or two taller than me and has long brown hair that comes to about the middle of her back, warm brown eyes and the kind of perfect face you usually only see on models. She usually wears light maroon eye shadow along with a light maroon or cranberry colored lipstick and it's incredibly flattering on her. As always, she was gorgeous.

We smiled at each other and hugged and then I introduced her to Sara and they smiled at each other, exchanged pleasantries and shook hands. Then we followed Cheryl into the kitchen, but I was not prepared for the sight I now witnessed.

I thought that my image of Erin Jameson as a sexy vixen that would give anyone goose bumps would always be etched in stone. Standing before me now was that same sexy vixen, except she was barefoot, wearing an apron and cooking dinner. I stopped and stared at her, as she looked up at me and smiled.

"If you breathe a word of this to anyone I'll deny it. Now make yourself useful and grab those plates and the silverware and help me set the table in the dinning room."

I grabbed the dishes and looked around and realized that Erin and I were alone in the kitchen.

"Where are the barristers?" I asked Erin.

Erin was putting the final touches on the veal scaloppini and the spaghetti. "I suspect they went somewhere quiet to talk about the position. Don't worry sweetie, they won't be long."

"Oh, yeah," I said, but I couldn't believe that I'd forgotten all about Sara's interview.

We got the table set and the food laid out and everything was picture perfect. For another fifteen or twenty minutes Erin and I talked about her classes and what my plans were for college - which I suspect now would be to remain in Houston with my new lover - and then Sara and Cheryl came into the dining room laughing and chatting together like old friends.

I loved that about Sara, she was the easiest person to talk to and get to know and I knew our relationship was going to be anything but boring.

"Well, subject to the successful background check, let me introduce you all to the new Assistant District Attorney for Harris County," announced Cheryl.

Erin and I looked at each other and then at Sara and we started to applaud. I think all the attention actually caused Sara to blush.

I watched Cheryl and Sara not ten feet from me standing side by side chatting excitedly and I could not help but wonder why there was so much hoopla about young teenage women. I knew Sara was 29 and if Bobby was Erin's age then Cheryl was at least 34, but she was probably closer to 40. Yet, looking at Sara and Cheryl now I would be hard pressed to find any women I knew who could rival these two beauties. They were simply stunning and I could not have been more proud.

The dinner was wonderful and everyone complimented Erin, who was truly basking in the praise. If I hadn't witnessed this with my own eyes I would have never believed it and I'm sure no one else who knows her well would either. The wild child was gone and to see the loving and domestic side of her in this environment was something to behold. I guess it really is all about finding the right mate.

We continued chatting after dinner like we'd known each other for years. Cheryl wanted all the details about how we met and instead of me jumping in to respond, I looked at Sara and nodded at her. I wanted to hear it for the first time from her perspective and I smiled and waited.

Sara would never be described as a shy person, but I could tell she was still a bit awkward in this new girl-on-girl role and I think Cheryl and Erin sensed that, as well. But after considering her response for a minute or two, Sara began our brief story in her adorable Scarlet O'Hara accent.

"It was hotter than Georgia would normally be at this time of year and I was moving furniture and unpacking boxes inside the house. I was barely keeping up with the three member moving team and then when I glanced out the window I noticed they were finally taking a break and I was so relieved. But when I looked closer, I saw that they had stopped to talk to a young girl."

Sara then looked over at me and gave me a smile that warmed me all the way to my toes.

"So I thought I'd go out and introduce myself because she was obviously from the neighborhood. As I walked out to meet her and the three men returned to work, I was surprised. Of course that girl was Cat and although I realized she was not as young as I thought, I was struck by how beautiful she was."

I awkwardly looked down at the table and Erin seized the opportunity to point out to everyone that I was blushing. I was glad to know that the old Erin was still residing inside that incredible body alongside the newer, more domestic version.

Sara reached over to me and took my hand. "My new boss is going to do a complete background check on me for my new job. You want me to be truthful, don't you baby?"

Everyone else laughed and I was forced to join in. I was glad Sara was adapting so well to Erin and Cheryl. I looked at her and smiled, as I nodded.

"Anyway, I had never been with a woman before, but I got the strangest vibration when I was with Cat. It's hard to explain, but . . . "

Cheryl laughed and looked over at Erin. "I think I know exactly what you mean. The same thing happened to me with Erin the first night I met her. I could not keep my eyes off of her and I was damn lucky I didn't drive us all off the road."

Something special seemed to pass between Cheryl and Erin and they leaned close to each other and kissed. I thought it was the most beautiful expression of impromptu love and devotion I'd ever seen.

As Sara continued with her version of the story, I was enthralled. Of course, I knew the same facts, since I was with her every moment, but hearing how it all unfolded in her eyes was almost magical and it gave me a chance to live it all over again. And although she did not discuss any of our intimate moments together, the look in her eyes as she set the stage surrounding our pending closeness gave me goose bumps. By the way she related the story and the enthusiasm and warmth that resonated in her voice, I realized for the first time that she treasured our relationship as dearly as I did.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 03



It was only 9:45 and Erin told us she had a terrific Espresso machine and suggested that we enjoy a cup in the cinema room watching a movie. It seemed like a great idea to the rest of us and we followed Cheryl.

Since I appeared to be the only one from modest means, I also seemed to be the only one who was suitably impressed by the fact that Erin had a cinema room with a television screen larger than I was. There were two sofas angled towards the screen and Cheryl suggested that we avoided crowding together on one, so Sara and I sat together on one together.

About ten minutes Erin brought in a tray with the Espresso pot and four cups and everyone helped themselves. Then she put in a DVD that I'd never heard of before entitled 'Personal Best.' She smiled at Cheryl and then at us and said it was one of their favorites and we'd soon know why. Then she hit play and dimmed the lights and snuggled up to Cheryl on the other coach. Once the room went dark and the movie started, it was the closest thing I had ever seen to a theater experience without actually being there.

I don't watch much television at home – not because I don't enjoy it - but because of time constraints. But this large screen LCD television was totally different from watching regular television and I told Sara that I loved it and she quickly agreed.

After about twenty or so minutes later when Patrice Donnelly and Mariel Hemingway made love I understood why it was one of Erin's favorites. I glanced over at Cheryl and Erin and I saw that they were kissing and I realized it was the first time I'd ever seen Erin kiss anyone else. I felt a slight tinge of jealousy, but I knew how to cure that.

I whispered to Sara to look over at the other sofa and when she focused on what I was seeing she turned back to me and smiled and then she leaned closer.

"I've never seen two women kissing before except on television or in a movie," and as she made that comment she pointed to the large screen in front of us, where Hemingway and Donnelly were lying naked together. "It looks so . . . so beautiful. Do you think we look like that when we kiss?"

I thought about her question for a moment. "I think we should film ourselves doing it sometime soon so we can actually know first hand. But more important than what we look like, is how kissing you makes me feel. It's the single greatest thing I've ever done with a woman. When our lips touch, it's like every nerve ending in my entire body is awakened and just wants to celebrate. It's not the same as an orgasm, but in one significant way it's better because it doesn't come and go, but rather – it stays with me as long as we keep kissing."

Sara was so quiet I could hear her breathing, but she never seemed more attentive. I could see her beautiful eyes in the subdued lighting from the movie and they were getting very moist. She continued to stare at me even after I finished my comment and then we closed the distance between us and we kissed.

It was one of those wonderfully slow kisses that start softly and then get slightly more passionate as we each open our mouths and our tongues frantically begin their sensual game of tag. I felt Sara's hand search out my nipples and she lightly squeezed them, as we continued to kiss.

We stopped kissing for a brief moment and Sara pulled back slightly to look at me, as she spoke in a whisper. "Everything we do together is like something . . . something so magical between us. I had no idea it could ever be like this. I feel like I've been so cheated all these years."

I smiled back at Sara and put my hand gently on her cheek. "Don't feel cheated, sweetie; I promise that I'll get you caught up in no time."

I moved my hand under Sara's skirt and began to gently play with her clit, which was partially extended outside her hood. I saw her eyes slowly close and she exhaled deeply, as I moved closer to resume our kissing. 

We hadn't even been together a week yet, but I already knew that Sara loves to have her pussy played with while we kiss and I was more than happy to accommodate her. As I gently pinched and squeezed her clit below, I could feel how incredibly wet she was getting. I knew she wanted to cum and I also knew it was up to me to make that happen.

Sara's respiration rate was visibly increasing, as was the passion between us, and she was nearly mounting my hand in an effort to reach a climax. I wanted to do more, but the position we were currently in was terribly confining, so I put my arm around Sara's waist and pulled her down with me until we were both lying side-by-side on the sofa. 

Ah, that was much better. Now I was able to continue to play with Sara's clit with one hand and I reached underneath her with my other hand and began to play with her ass. 

Our kissing became more intense and I began to squeeze Sara's clit harder, while I worked the middle finger of my other hand across the underside of her pussy coating it with lubrication and then into her tight back door. When she moved her butt back to meet me I knew she was enjoying the activity

Our kissing intensified and I started to move my finger in and out of Sara's ass in the reverse rhythm that I was using on her clit. She was now having a difficult time concentrating on our kissing and I knew she was getting close.

When I thought she was within seconds of cumming I moved one finger away from her clit and inside her pussy directly to her 'G' spot and then at the same instant I applied pressure on all three sensitive areas and I felt her climax begin to roll through Sara's body.

Several minutes later Sara opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled. "I love you so much baby."

All of a sudden there was a chorus of applause behind us and we looked up in time to see Cheryl and Erin watching us from the other sofa.

"You guys – that was absolutely beautiful. What incredible chemistry, you two are so right for each other." Erin said, as Cheryl just smiled and nodded approvingly.

I wasn't bothered by the audience, but I thought it might freak Sara out. But once she heard Erin's comment I think nothing else mattered. She looked at me and smiled lovingly.

"I totally agree."

We drove home without seeing the rest of the movie, but I don't think anyone complained. The evening was a success on several levels. I think Sara will enjoy the new job and more importantly, I think she will get along very well with her new boss.

I was also able to finally put to rest any lingering feelings I had for Erin and most importantly, I can feel my love for Sara grow with each passing day.

We kissed good-night in her car, professed our love and lust for each other one last time and then I headed over to my house. It was well after eleven o'clock on a school night and I normally would never get in this late, but I knew my mother was on a date.

I entered the house and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and I was surprised to see my mother sitting at the kitchen table painting her nails.

"Cat, it's nearly 11:30 on a school night and I've been wondering where in the world you've been. A cell phone is only helpful if you leave it turned on and since I'm paying for it I insist you do that when you're not at home or in class."

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down at the table. "I'm so sorry mom, but I thought you were at the football game with Kevin Baldwin."

"That's next Monday night," she said, without looking up.

"Oops, sorry."

She finished her nails and looked over at me.

"You wanna tell me what's goin' on, Cat?"

I took a sip of water and braced myself for the inquisition.

"What do you mean, there's nothing going on."

She stared at me for a couple of minutes and then sighed. "Cat, look - I'm not mad or upset, I just . . . "

There was an awkward silence for a minute or two, but I could tell something was bothering her and we needed to talk it through.

"What mom, what is it? We've always been able to talk about anything."

She picked up the bottle of polish and played with it for a moment and then put it back on the table and then she picked it up again. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of polish from her hand and that caused her to look up at me."

"What is it mom, talk to me."

She looked at me for a moment and then she looked away. "Cat, I saw you and Sara making love in the kitchen last night. I wasn't trying to spy on you, but I went to the bathroom and I was going to tell you one last thing before I went to bed and when I got to the doorway Sara was . . . "

I thought I heard her door. Well, now the cat is definitely out of the bag. I sighed and considered how I would approach this situation.

"Did that upset or offend you, mom?"

My mother swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Upset me? My god no; I was never so turned on in my life."

I considered what she said for a moment and then I smiled at her. "In that case mom, what's the problem?"

She exhaled and the woman I was looking at now looked far different than the mother I knew.

"Cat, you've just got to let me watch you two make love again."



Caitlin and Sara Ch. 04



Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without my written permission.

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Of course all the actors in this script are of legal age.

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Note 1: Characters introduced in 'The Seduction of Bobby's Mom' appear in this Chapter, but reading that story is not a prerequisite.

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Note 2: Kelley, my soulmate, helped me once again. Thanks baby.

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"You wanna tell me what's goin' on, Cat?"

I took a sip of water and braced myself for the inquisition.

"What do you mean? There's nothing going on."

She stared at me for a couple of minutes and then sighed. "Cat, look - I'm not mad or upset, I just . . ."

There was an awkward silence for a minute or two, but I could tell something was bothering her and we definitely needed to talk it through.

"What Mom, what is it? We've always been able to talk to each other about anything."

She picked up the bottle of nail polish and played with it for a moment and then put it back on the table and then she picked it up again. I reached over and grabbed the bottle from her hand and that immediately caused her to look up at me.

"What is it Mom, c'mon . . . talk to me."

She looked at me for a long moment and then looked away. "Cat, I saw you and Sara making love in the kitchen last night. I wasn't trying to spy on you, but I went to the bathroom and I was going to tell you one last thing before I went to bed and when I got to the doorway Sara was . . ."

I thought I heard her door open last night. Well, now the other cat is definitely out of the bag and I couldn't help but wonder how terribly awkward things would now become between us. I suddenly felt like I might become very ill.

I said the first thing that came to mind. "Did that upset or offend you, Mom?"

My mother swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Upset me? My God, no; I was never so turned on in my entire life."

I considered what my mother said for a moment and then I shot her a half-smile. "In that case Mom, what exactly is the problem?"

She exhaled and the woman I was staring at now looked far different than the mother I knew.

"Cat, you've just got to let me watch you two make love again."

My mom's words continued to resonate with me as I mindlessly went through the motions at school the next day. I hadn't been this distracted since Erin ended our monogamous relationship and I had almost forgotten how terribly unpleasant feeling like this could be.

I thought about our conversation at least a dozen times throughout the day and I had no clue what my mother really wanted from me by her unorthodox request. Even worse, I blamed myself for creating this rather unpleasant situation. I knew that it was entirely my fault for putting on such a hedonistic show in the kitchen, of all places. 

Then, there was the information overload. It was one thing to come out of the closet and finally disclose my sexual orientation to my mother thirty minutes earlier that night. It was quite another thing to know that she was actually standing there watching as my lover was licking and fingering my pussy and -- no doubt -- also watching as my eyes rolled back into my head. I guess it's a damn good thing I'm a well-adjusted teen.

And if all that baggage wasn't enough to effect my entire day, and to some degree maybe even my life, I knew all too well that with the single exception of what Sara and I did in front of Erin and Cheryl at Erin's house, I had never knowingly had an audience before when I was intimate with a woman. So now, forevermore, I have to deal with knowing that the only parent I have, and probably my best friend in the world, was watching me have sex with my lover. No matter what spin I put on the entire situation, I didn't think I would ever get used to it and I'd probably need Sara's help to get past it. 

It was much the same way at cheering practice later that afternoon. I knew that I was flat for most of the time. Not surprisingly, so did a couple of my close friends, but they were kind enough not to draw any unnecessary attention to it in front of everyone else. At least, not until after practice when I became the victim of some very good-natured kidding and a lot of questions.

After I showered I sat outside waiting for Ariana and my ride home. I turned on my cell phone for the first time that day and saw that I had missed 15 calls. That was just slightly higher than usual, but I was not unduly surprised, as I panned through the list of numbers before calling my voice mail. 

The first message was from Erin and I think for the first time that day my smile wasn't forced. Even now while I was involved with Sara, Erin's voice still seemed to have a kind of magical effect on me. Maybe it's because she was actually the first real love of my life and you know what they always say about the first one.

In her usual up-beat and highly energized voice she said they had a great time with us last night and hoped we'd do something together again very soon. Erin always ends her calls to me with an affectionate "love you - later," and for the first time hearing those words didn't cause my heart to skip a beat. But the 'L' word made me think of Sara and I was really glad that hers was the next message on my voice-mail.

"Hey baby," she affectionately began, and all at once she had my undivided attention.

"It's nearly ten and I'm heading over to Cheryl's office to do some new-hire paperwork and of course that made me think of the one person who made this all possible -- my favorite person in the whole world. I'm sure you're in class right now, but I wanted you to know that you're in all my thoughts and . . . and . . . well, I want you to know that I love you, baby. I just can't wait until I see 'ya tonight. Oh, and by the way, I finally have water and electricity in the house, so I'll be cooking dinner for us tonight, though I should probably warn you that you may not consider that a real treat after you've tasted my cooking."

Hearing that sexy Katie Scarlet O'Hara accent in my voice mail gave me goose bumps that I felt all the way down to my sexual center. I immediately felt myself mouth the words "I love you too sweetie," in response to Sara's message and then I had to smile at her closing comment about her absence of culinary skills. Good thing I don't mind cooking. 

I thought about Sara leaving me such a wonderful message and of course that made me smile. I automatically pressed the number two button on my key pad. I just knew I was gonna save that message.

"Wow girl, you definitely have it bad. Now, just tell me - who is the target of that dreamy-eyed expression all over your face?"

I looked up and saw Ariana walking towards me, brandishing the most devilish smile across her face.

Sometimes friendships in high school can be fleeting at best and trendy at worst, but I can tell you without hesitation that Ariana is probably my dearest friend in the world who's close to my age, so I think I should probably tell you a little something about her.

Ariana moved to Houston many years ago from New York City and she has that rather interesting dialect, which to me almost sounds like it's from another country. It took me a long time to get used to hearing it without feeling like I was on some sitcom, not that I'm actually used to it now, but I guess after more than a dozen years I've finally learned to live with it. 

Her father was a highly placed executive with a Fortune 50 company that eventually saw the wisdom of relocating their corporate offices to a more reasonable cost of living area, so they wound up in our little corner of the world. 

Ariana and her family lives in a rather affluent subdivision, located about three miles from where mom and I live. I've been over more times than I can count for all kinds of activities, including swimming, parties and countless sleepovers -- which are really terrific because every bedroom has its own bathroom, a luxury that still amazes me. I absolutely love their house.

Ariana is an outstanding representative of her Mediterranean heritage. She has medium brown curly hair that comes to about the middle of her back. She has dark eyes and a medium complexion and I personally think she looks like a cover girl for Seventeen Magazine, yet amazingly she never wears any makeup -- not even lip gloss. She's about two inches taller than me, but she's not quite as tall as Erin. In case you're wondering, she is very straight and she also knows that I'm not and that has only caused one really awkward moment between us and maybe I'll share that with you another time.

I've never met anyone who doesn't consider Ariana to be a natural beauty. The guys always use the term "drop-dead gorgeous" to describe her and most of the girls would just kill to have her hair or her well developed hour-glass figure. I guess that just about sums up high school life in a nutshell -- envy and lust; talk about your basic instincts.

There are two reasons I love having Ariana as my best friend. It's probably a sad commentary on my generation, but she's the first girl I've ever known who doesn't judge anyone. For example, she has always known that I'm attracted to females and she's totally fine with it. But even more importantly for me, I see her as a friend first, so I have no physical attraction towards her. Don't get me wrong, I definitely agree with everyone else that she is absolutely gorgeous, but really good friends are just too hard to find to run the risk of losing them.

I also went through a rather bad time after Erin ended our relationship and if it wasn't for Ariana being there for me I'm pretty sure I would not have come through that period without more collateral damage. Okay, now I hope you have a better idea about who Ariana is and the role she has had in my life.

As we drove away from the school I started to tell her about meeting Sara only two days earlier. I was only about five minutes into the story, when she pulled the car over on a residential street and parked under a huge cypress tree. Then she turned in her seat to face me.

"What?" I asked with a half smile, trying to determine exactly what she was up to.

She smiled back at me. "What? You've got to be kidding. I can already tell that this is going to be a really great story and I don't want to be distracted one single bit by driving or anything else."

I guess I should have expected that sort of a reaction from my best friend. Ariana has heard all my tales of woe and heartache and if she doesn't know me by now, I guess no one does.

I smiled and turned in my seat to face her, as I started once again from the beginning and about forty minutes later she was fully up to speed on Sara and my love-life once again.

During my little recitation she had smiled and laughed a lot, grew serious a time or two, got teary-eyed a whole lot, became a little embarrassed several times and then she sat straight up in her seat and started to stare out the front windshield at nothing particular. I finished talking about me and Sara and then I watched her for a minute or two. She seemed to have a distant expression on her face and she was now eerily quiet.

"Ariana, is anything wrong sweetie?" I asked, in a rather demure tone.

She slowly turned back around in her seat once again and I could see a teardrop making its way down her cheek. She took a deep breath and met my confused gaze.

"Cat, you know I love ya dearly and I'm so happy for you -- I promise I really am. It's amazing, but despite the age difference it does seem as if you and Sara might have really found something special, maybe even a genuine love connection. And I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I wish just once I could know what it's like to feel that way about someone and have that person actually return those feelings."

I was totally unprepared for that kind of disclosure. I had no idea that Ariana hadn't experienced similar feelings for at least one of the many guys she had dated over the years and it never even occurred to me that reciprocation might be an issue. I realized that I had been doing a rather bad job of holding up my end of our friendship.

I took a deep breath and tried to be the friend I was supposed to be. "What about Brad, you've been seeing him for two or three months now, is there no mutual love or tenderness there at all between you guys?"

The look in her eyes turned from sadness to one that was almost menacing. "Love, tenderness - huh! It's always about sex with him -- fucking, blowjobs, handjobs -- sex, sex, sex. Hell, it's been that way with every guy I've dated since Middle School. I'm really tired of it, but I just don't know what to do about it. Got any ideas, girlfriend?"

This was indeed a first for us. I had never asked Ariana for advice with a girl before and she had never asked me for any help with a guy. And in our parallel universe I think that seemed to be the natural order of things between us and it certainly made perfect sense. Now that seemed to be changing and I knew this could possibly be a real challenge for me. As I thought about her question I wondered whether our friendship might actually hang in the balance.

This time it was my turn to sit there and stare out the front windshield, as I considered her situation for several minutes. When I looked back into her eyes I saw something there I had not been prepared to see. It looked like hope, but then again, maybe desperation was probably a better description. Well anyway, here goes.

"Regardless of whether you're attracted to males or females or whether you're gay or straight, I think the challenges always seem to be the same. Keep the relationship growing, while also keeping it fresh and exciting, all within a climate of mutual respect."

Well, that was my long-awaited opening statement. I paused for an instant to see whether she'd roll her eyes or maybe even laugh at me, but she did neither one. She considered my comments for a moment and nodded thoughtfully. Then she looked up and waited patiently for me to continue, so I did.

When I finished nearly an hour later I think we both felt better. I don't think I told her anything she hadn't really thought about before, but she seemed to actually consider the advice I offered.

When Ariana finally dropped me off in front of my house it was nearly 6:30 p.m. and I was fairly certain I would probably face another uncomfortable interrogation at home. Except for two graduate classes my mother had in the afternoon, I knew that she had been home most of the day. With all that time on her hands I was sure she was probably busy thinking of some more questions to ask me that I probably wouldn't want to answer. I looked over at Sara's house and knew this decision was a no-brainer.

I headed up the walkway to the door, knocked twice and then just let myself in. I didn't give the matter a whole lot of thought until I was inside and realized that despite having her power on, the blinds were drawn shut and the house was relatively dark. Then I noticed that two candles were lit on the cocktail table in the living room and I walked towards them, calling Sara's name as I went.

"Hey baby, have a seat on the sofa, I'll be right out," Sara called from the direction of her bedroom.

Hearing Sara's voice immediately put a smile on my face, as I realized how much I had missed her all day. I headed to the sofa and dropped my backpack on the floor, kicked off my flip-flops, sat back into the over-sized cushions and then I put my bare --feet up on the cocktail table. 

I started to get a chill with the air conditioner blowing down on me, which served as a casual reminder that I hadn't put any panties on after showering, so I crossed my legs, leaned my head back on the cushion and closed my eyes for an instant to decompress after the mentally-exhausting day I had.

I must have been more tired than I first thought, because moments later I drifted off. I didn't hear Sara enter the room, but then I seemed to realize that she was behind me massaging my neck and it felt incredibly relaxing.

I opened my eyes and smiled and then reached behind me without moving. She stopped massaging my neck and took my hand in hers and gently kissed it. Then I felt her take my index finger into her mouth and she slowly began to fellate it. I could feel the sensual slickness of her lipstick on my finger and I was suddenly wide awake. I felt goose bumps immediately invading my arms and legs.

As Sara slowly worked my finger in and out of her mouth, my breathing began to accelerate. I closed my eyes and felt her apply suctioning pressure to my finger. She'd gently release it and then she'd repeat that motion once again, gradually increasing the pressure of her suction each time. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, but I knew right away that I would make this a big part of my love-making repertoire in the future.

I instinctively took my left hand and found my happy place and I began to gently touch myself. I wasn't surprised to find that my lubrication was way ahead of me. I slowly inserted my wet finger inside my pussy and simulated the same motion down below that Sara was performing on my finger. A moment later we were in perfect sync and I knew I was already getting close.

Sometimes two people can be together forever and they're unable to anticipate each other's sexual needs, while other times such anticipation is second nature for even the newest couple. Thank God the latter applied to us. When I was close to cumming, though not quite there yet, Sara reached over my shoulder with her free hand and went straight under my shirt and found one of my erect nipples. She cradled it between her thumb and index finger and then began to squeeze it -- gently at first and then with increasing intensity.

Between Sara sucking on my finger, squeezing my nipple and me fingering myself, my orgasm suddenly arrived with a vengeance and ripped though my tired body with a near savage intensity that I hadn't experienced since Erin and I stopped our intimacy nearly a year ago. God - how I missed that wonderful feeling. During all the excitement I heard myself yell out, but I didn't even recognize the sound of my own voice.

"Oh my God, ahhh, my . . . God, Sara . . . I'm cumming!"

The sucking and the pinching suddenly became more passionate and I realized that I was matching Sara's intensity with my own. That realization seemed to trigger the second orgasm that was now washing through my body. I felt myself momentarily lose consciousness.

When I briefly opened my eyes sometime later the upper half of my body was now horizontal and my head was positioned on Sara's lap and she was gently running her fingers through my hair and humming. It suddenly occurred to me that if my life would never get any better than this I was totally fine with that. Then I seemed to drop off once again, reveling in a euphoric post-orgasmic bliss.

When I regained consciousness a second time I opened my eyes and I could see Sara's loving gaze and warm smile looking down at me. I instinctively returned her smile, but then I realized a fear that I had never experienced before. I felt that I actually may have been lucky enough to find my true soulmate and now I wondered whether I could hold onto her, or whether I would lose her like I did Erin. The thought sent a cold shiver through my body and I could immediately tell that Sara could actually feel it too.

"Are you okay baby, do you want a blanket?"

I'm usually not weepy, but I just couldn't help myself. I was about to respond and then the only audible sound I heard was crying and I realized that it was coming from me. It not only took me by surprise, I could tell it also surprised Sara. She moved off of the sofa and kneeled on the floor between my legs. I could tell she was both puzzled, as well as concerned. 




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 04



"Baby, whatever is wrong?" She asked, her tone clearly matching the confused look on her face.

My crying finally began to subside and I carefully wiped the tears from my eyes, desperately trying not to look like a raccoon afterwards. It took me several minutes, but I was finally able to compose myself. Sara moved her hands along my thighs and started to scratch them with her long nails in a most erotic manner and I realized how easily distracted I could be whenever she touched me.

I finally smiled and looked down at the love of my life positioned on the floor between my knees. I knew she was waiting for an answer, but I wasn't immediately sure how to respond to her question.

I moved forward so that my face was only inches from hers and I could now smell her wonderful scent. Then I leaned in a little more and gently kissed her on the lips. It started off as one soft, sensual kiss and then became a series of similar kisses, interrupted by me lightly biting her bottom lip. God, I absolutely love kissing this woman.

After some rather intense and passionate kissing, I moved my head back slightly and smiled at her, with a look that I knew would adequately tell her how deeply I felt about her. Now I was a bit more self-composed and I think I was ready to answer the question.

"I guess I'm so happy, I momentarily turned into an emotional wreck. I'm sorry to be such a cry baby. It's totally unlike me to act this way."

Sara smiled at me and I thought I could almost detect a look of relief on her face, but I'm sure that was probably my imagination or the product of some wishful thinking.

"I feel the same way too, baby. It almost seems as if we've been together forever. Everything we do together seems so natural and feels so . . . so incredibly wonderful. I feel as if you actually saved my life and I can never thank you enough for that. I love you and I cannot imagine my life without you."

I smiled at Sara and then leaned over to kiss her again. She'll never know how badly I really needed to hear those very words at this moment.

"Oh, I nearly forgot, your mom came by about an hour before you arrived and brought over a huge carrot cake, which I suspect represents my official 'Welcome' to the neighborhood. She hung around and visited for about twenty minutes and I gave her the fifty-cent tour of the house, but I really had the feeling that she was just looking for you. She acted a bit odd though, but I don't know her well enough to put my finger on it. Is everything alright between you two?"

There it was, the shot right between my eyes. I considered what Sara just told me for an instant and then I slowly made eye contact with her again and patted the sofa next to me.

"As much as I love the way you're scratching my thighs, I think you better come sit up here by me so we can talk."

Sara stopped the erotic scratching - much to my chagrin - and her brow furrowed slightly. She couldn't have looked more adorable if she tried.

She got up and sat on the sofa facing me, tucking her knees under her body. Her hands were now kneading my legs and her touch just continued to thrill me to no end.

When I was a young girl I used to read a lot of Harlequin romance novels and I always thought that being in love was supposed to be like this. A relationship where two people could hang out together and never get bored with each other or get tired of touching each other. I hoped that was what was prompting all the attention I was now receiving from Sara.

"Before I get started, tell me about your first day at your new job."

I know what you're probably thinking and you're absolutely right. I was buying time, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to tell Sara everything, but I just had no idea exactly where or how to start. Besides, I really did want to hear about her first day at the new job in Cheryl's office.

A huge smile appeared on Sara's face, as she began to methodically recount for me her first day on the job at the Harris County D.A.'s office, including the opportunity she had to work with Cheryl. I was thrilled by her level of excitement and I just sat there mesmerized as she went on and on for at least thirty minutes about the different personalities in the office, her felony caseload, meeting the mayor and so it went. I sat there smiling and laughing and asking questions at the appropriate times, all the while enjoying my momentary reprieve. 

When she finished telling me all about her first day as an Assistant D.A., she looked at me and patiently waited for me to begin. In that serene moment I was blissfully reminded of why I fell in love with this incredible woman in just two days. Even a simple communication like this felt special, just because I was sharing it with her. In a way it was a revelation of sorts for me, because I made a promise to myself at that moment that I would do everything within my power to make her happy and to keep us together. 

I reached over and touched Sara's face in a way that could convey only one message to her. The fact that she smiled warmly at me and then leaned in to kiss me, confirmed that she received that message loud and clear. I finally took a deep breath and began.

"My mother was waiting for me in the kitchen when I got in last night. To say that it was the most unusual conversation I ever had with her would be a case of classic understatement."

Sara's brow furrowed slightly. "Uh oh, I hope I didn't get you in too late on a school night."

The innocence of Sara's comment evoked another smile from me and I just casually shook my head to indicate that wasn't the problem at all. Sara nodded somewhat relieved and remained attentive but quiet. I suspect that she didn't want to run the risk of guessing incorrectly a second time. There was just no easy way to say what I had to say, so I just decided to come right out with it. 

"Sara, do you remember the other night when you went down on me in the kitchen?"

The question immediately generated a sensual smile on her beautiful face and she looked at me as only a lover could, not at all feeling embarrassed by the question. Then she nodded affirmatively and kissed me again.

I knew that what I was about to say would change the expression on her face immediately. I took a deep breath and then I waited for an instant and took another.

"When I got in last night my mother told me that she had watched us making love in the kitchen."

I know it was my imagination, but the room suddenly seemed to turn cold as ice. Sara just sat there and silently stared at me without any trace of emotion and for a fleeting instant I though maybe I had done all that worrying for nothing. My guess was way off.

It was an amazing thing, actually. Even in a room that was now much darker than when I first arrived and just barely illuminated by two candles, I could still clearly see the color begin to drain from Sara's face. Then a moment later she was on her feet heading out of the room at a hurried pace. I knew where she was going and the subsequent vomiting sounds from the direction of the master bathroom confirmed my suspicion. I was absolutely certain that if our situations were reversed, I probably would have responded in similar fashion.

I had no idea how long Sara stayed in the bathroom. It was certainly more than five minutes, but it could have easily been as long as twenty. During that time I heard the shower start and then stop several minutes later. Then I heard Sara vomit a second time and then I heard her brushing her teeth and gargling and then brushing her teeth a second time.

It was sometime after all that activity that she came back into the living room wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe that nearly covered her entire body and her arms were folded across her chest, as if she were cold. Her expression this time looked more like that of a D.A. than my lover. She sat down on the sofa next to me, but this time there was no touching.

"Cat, I need you to tell me one thing, and its critical now more than ever before that we're absolutely truthful with each other."

I nodded without revealing any emotion, not sure where she was going with that rather official sounding comment.

"Are you really at least eighteen years old?"

At first the question totally surprised me and I'm sure my expression did not betray that feeling of surprise. I looked at Sara for a moment and nodded and then the implication of her question hit me right between the eyes. 

"I've never told you one single thing about me or any of my feelings for you that was untrue and I'm deeply offended that you'd even ask me such a question, after what I thought we were beginning to feel for each other."

I could tell my words stung her deeply, but I really resented her thinking I might ever lie to anyone, especially her. Then she softened her visage and tears began to form in her eyes and slowly make their way down her cheeks. It was obvious that she regretted ever asking the question.

"Baby, I'm terribly sorry I asked you that question, but the harsh reality is - if you were under eighteen, then I could possibly be facing criminal charges right now. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. Please, please forgive my terrible insensitivity."

I nodded, still feeling a little numb, but she could tell my feelings were hurt. She moved closer and then put her arms around me and hugged me as hard as she ever did before. Then we parted and she looked at me and I could tell she had a million things running through her mind at that moment. I was just about to say something and that's when the damn burst. 

"Your mother probably hates me now and thinks I'm some sort of pervert. At the very least I should avoid seeing her at all costs. Since you're legally an adult I hope you understand that she can't keep us apart, but she can make it very uncomfortable for me to be around you here in the neighborhood. Perhaps I should consider relocating somewhere else in the city. If I move, you know that you could even live with me . . . that is, if you even wanted to."

I smiled at the thought of us living in our own house somewhere together, but said nothing. I was afraid I might inadvertently add accelerant to a slow burning fire. So I just sat there and let her vent her concerns uninterrupted for another minute or two. But I knew I had to tell her everything my mother said, otherwise she might never be able to feel comfortable being around her again. With the long relationship that I hoped to have with this woman, I suspected that would definitely be problematic for all of us.

I reached out and touched Sara's cheek lightly and smiled at her. Like a magic wand, that was all it took. She stopped in the middle of her sentence and looked at me and all the angst that was visible in her eyes just moments ago was suddenly gone. If we weren't in the middle of a conversation it would have been the perfect time to move this very magic moment directly into the bedroom. 

"It's not like that at all, Sara," I said softly. Then I let her think about that statement for just a moment, but I must have waited a tad too long.

"It's not like what?"

"Sara, I know this may seem a little odd . . . I guess knowing my mother as well as I do it seems especially odd to me too, but she really doesn't seem to have any problem at all with us as a couple."

At first she looked at me and seemed visibly relieved. A smile slowly appeared on her face and then it seemed to vanish and she became somewhat serious once again. I immediately saw the obvious question in her eyes and this time I didn't wait for her to mouth the words.

"What she does want . . . " 

But then the rest of the words suddenly just seemed to get stuck in my mouth. I watched Sara's brow furrow slightly in anticipation, as she tried to understand what was causing this effect on me. I guess I took longer to get it out than I should have.

"Cat, what does your mother want? C'mon, please tell me, the suspense is really killing me here."

I exhaled and then I took a deep breath. I think I was probably becoming over-analytical about the whole damn thing, because I was worried about how Sara would handle the revelation and whether it might even adversely affect us. 

"Cat?"

"Okay, okay. My mother said that she was really turned on watching us have sex and asked me if she could watch us do it again. There, I finally got it all out."

I waited for Sara's immediate reaction, but surprisingly there was none. The response I expected to see never materialized, so I waited and watched as she sat next to me and seemed to consider what I just told her for a minute or two.

Pensively, Sara finally looked over at me and said, "As best as you're able to recall, please tell me exactly what your mother told you last night."

I looked down at my red toenails and carefully thought about the conversation I had with my mother last night and tried to reconstruct it in my mind. When I thought I remembered it about as well as I could, I looked back at her.

"She told me that she came out of the bathroom and wanted to tell me one last thing before going to bed. Then, when she got to the kitchen doorway she saw you . . . but she never finished her statement. Nevertheless, the innuendo was more than clear that she saw you on your knees licking my clit in the kitchen. That was when I was expecting the shit to really hit the fan, but then she did a total one-eighty on me and said that she had never been so turned on in her life."

I thought we were getting a little too serious once again, so I couldn't resist inserting some levity at that point. 

"I told her that if she thought SHE was turned on by watching us, she should have been on the receiving end of the terrific licking that I was getting from our gorgeous new neighbor."

It only took a nanosecond for the last comment to fully register and Sara's brow furrowed and she looked up at me with a near-piercing expression. "You said WHAT?"

I couldn't contain myself a moment more and I started to laugh. The timing could not have been more perfect, because all of the pent-up tension that had been in that room suddenly dissipated. Sara immediately knew that I had been pulling her leg with that last comment and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, before joining me in a good laugh.

"Okay, okay; very funny, Caitlin. Stop messin' with my head right now and please finish telling me what your mom said."

I settled down and after another minute of smiling and then laughing once more, I continued.

"My mother told me that she hoped that we would let her watch us make love again. I think that was about all of it, or it was all I can remember her saying. You might say that the entire conversation caught me by surprise and overwhelmed me just a bit." 

I watched with great interest as Sara quietly sat next to me, apparently immersed in thought. She was biting her lower lip and twirling her hair with her fingers, as her eyes seemed to look at some imaginary point fixed on the wall behind me. After about five minutes of all that cerebral activity she looked back at me and had a rather peculiar expression on her face.

"What is it?" I asked.

She seemed to think about what she was going to say to me and how she was going to say it. Then it all seemed to crystallize in her mind and she looked at me and this time she had an entirely different expression on her face. If I was pressed, I would have to describe it as a cross between lust and . . . and perhaps growing anticipation.

"Cat, I've never told you very much about my husband and for good reason. But now let me share something with you about us."

I felt myself tense up hearing her use the term 'us' and knowing that it did not refer to her and me. I wasn't entirely sure that I felt secure enough in our fledgling relationship to hear any of this stuff, but I also didn't think it was a very good idea to stop her in mid-stream. So I just nodded and sat there quietly, while Sara continued.

"The sex between us was never terrific. In fact, at the very best I would say it was acceptable. We did it about once a week -- and it was always on weekends -- and I might achieve an orgasm about once every fifteen or twenty times and, believe me, they were never near as intense as the ones I now enjoy with you."

I beamed at her upon hearing that and realized that I was even touching myself and that didn't seem to escape Sara's attention either. Then I nodded and thought that this story might not be too bad after all. Actually, in truth I did want to learn as much about my new lover as I possibly could.

"Anyway, most of the time I would wait till he drifted off to sleep and then I would get out of bed and either take a shower or go out to the living room to masturbate. I never would admit it to myself until I finally met you, but when I masturbated I'd always think about a college girlfriend of mine and afterwards I was always embarrassed over the fact that I might be leaning in that direction. I know that this seems like a rather odd revelation coming from me now, but you have to remember that I grew up in a strict Baptist home in central Georgia where even mentioning the word 'sex' in public invited a measure of recrimination from my parents. Bear with me baby, there's a point to all this seemingly unrelated babbling."

I smiled and nodded once again.

"There was one time with Greg that was different; one time when I had one of those 'rock my world' orgasms that YOU typically give me. It was three or maybe even four years ago and we were on a weekend camping trip in North Carolina. We thought we were in a fairly secluded spot in the mountains and we decided to go skinny dipping in this wonderful stream. There was a huge flat rock in the center of the stream and uncharacteristically Greg surprised the heck out me and said that he wanted to fuck me on that rock. So, being the dutiful wife, I agreed."

Sara saw my quizzical 'where in the world is this story going?' expression and addressed it. "Trust me, I'm getting there, baby."

"Anyway, the fuck started out pretty routine, but while I was lying there getting impaled on this very uncomfortable rock, I happened to glance over and see two couples in the woods on the other side of the stream who were intently watching us. I would have normally thought that seeing something like that would have caused me to immediately dry up and then drive me straight to counseling, but it had exactly the opposite effect on me -- it started to really turn me on and I became involved in a way I never did before."

She paused for a moment and I tried to contain the petty jealousy I was now feeling.

"For the first time in our relationship I told Greg to roll over onto his back and I mounted him. Then I proceeded to give those four people one heck of a show. Not ironically, in the process I also gave myself one terrific orgasm. And there you have it."

I thought about what Sara just told me and tried to make sense of it all. Now I'm not usually slow on the uptake, but sifting through the trip down memory lane did take me a few minutes. As I sorted it out in my head I thought I finally understood the point that she was trying to make -- or maybe not.

"So then -- let me see if I understand what you're trying to tell me here. Either you get really turned on fucking in icy cold water or you were really turned on because you knew you were being watched. Now which one was it? You don't really need to answer that question, I was only kidding. Are you telling me that you have no problem with my mother watching us make love?"

Sara could see I was having a little trouble with the entire concept and I think she realized that if she jumped on that exhibitionist bandwagon too quickly I might really freak out on her. I wasn't going to volunteer anything to her at this point, but she would have been right.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 04



"Look Cat, we didn't create this situation and we certainly didn't ask for it. All of a sudden we now have your mother to contend with and we can do either one of two things. We can simply tell her no, but there is likely to be a degree of discomfort there, not just for both of us, but for her as well. Or we can say 'yes' and then dictate the specific details and control it."

I thought about those options for a moment before responding. "So you're actually okay with her watching us make love?"

She didn't even have to think about that question at all. "Cat, as I recall, she has already watched us make love. No matter what else we decide to do about this situation today or tomorrow or sometime in the future, we can never unring that bell, can we?"

This was the first deep discussion I ever had with a lawyer and until this very moment I actually thought that I was holding my own. Now I could see that I was being overly optimistic. She was absolutely correct and I nodded.

I was seeing a side of Sara I'd not yet seen. Until now, I was the experienced lover guiding her the entire way and she seemed more than content to follow my lead. But that was then and this is now. I was not exactly sure how I would respond to a very dominant female, but as they say - I was in for the penny as well as in for the pound.

"So what's the plan then?" I asked, more than willing to see what she could come up with to resolve the dilemma.

But all of a sudden serious Sara seemed to vanish and it appeared that I had my lover back with me. She reached over and started to gently stroke my face and I closed my eyes enjoying her touch.

"That king-size bed in there has clean sheets and I'm dying to get your wonderful scent all over them. Let's go, baby."

I smiled and stood and then followed Sara towards the master bedroom. On the way she loosened the tie around her waist and let the bathrobe slowly fall off her shoulders and onto the floor. Yeah, it was a little corny, but I was eating it up -- or at least I was sure I soon would be. 

There were several candles also lit in the bedroom and I was amazed at how different the room now appeared, compared to just days ago when I helped Sara arrange all the furniture. Now, with the subdued lighting and Sara naked, it was absolutely perfect.  

While I stepped out of my skirt and slipped off my top, Sara pulled the bedspread back and moved onto the center of the bed. Then she lay down on her side facing me and I watched her as she sensually licked her index finger and then inserted it inside her. I stood there mesmerized, as she slowly fingered herself, never breaking eye contact with me. After about two or even three minutes, she spoke so softly that I could barely hear her.

"I can continue giving you an x-rated show . . . or you can come over here and join me, baby."

Her invitation shattered my trance and I quickly climbed onto her bed and kneeled alongside her. I started to gently run my hands over her body, trying hard not to affect her rhythm. Sara's wonderful scent now pervaded the room and it was having the usual effect on me. My eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in every defined muscle and every sensual curve. This woman was simply perfect in every detail and I never tired of looking at her.

"Sara, I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I said, in a near whisper.

She smiled up at me. "Thank you baby, you always seem to know exactly what a girl needs to hear. You make me feel so very special."

I swallowed hard, as my hands worked their way up to Sara's gorgeous breasts and I began to knead them and gently play with her nipples between my fingers. Sara's eyes were now closed and she slowly removed her finger from her pussy and moved it towards my face. The gesture caused my breathing to further accelerate and I could feel my lubrication already flowing below.

"See how wet you make me, baby. Just looking at your sexy body and those incredibly hard nipples, God -- being around you makes me weak-kneed. Taste me, lover, taste your woman."

Between those words, inhaling Sara's scent in every breath and everything else that was now going on in that room, I knew I was approaching sensory overload and I didn't know how much more I could handle. I opened my mouth and Sara moved her finger closer and closer and then finally I felt her fingernail raking across my tongue and I closed my lips tightly and sucked lustily on her finger. The taste was very familiar and intensely stimulating. I closed my eyes and held onto Sara's wrist and slowly moved her finger in and out of my mouth, mimicking intercourse. 

"Lick me, lover . . . make me cum." She whispered in her most breathy tone.

My eyes opened wide. I felt a sexual intensity building I could not recall ever feeling before. I slowly removed Sara's finger from my mouth and placed it on my pussy, as I gently rolled her onto her back. She instinctively began to move into the characteristic '69' position and I stopped her with my hand.

"No, you can rub my pussy or play with my ass while I do you, but I don't want any other distractions right now. I really want to focus all my attention on you and your wonderful treasure."

I didn't expect a response and I didn't wait for one. I moved my head between her beautiful thighs and gently began to kiss and lick them. As I closed my eyes I could mentally see every inch of Sara's long, firm and perfectly shaped legs and that image was all the motivation I needed, as I slowly moved my way towards the coveted prize.

I could feel Sara's body telegraphing a response to every kiss, lick and sensual nibble. The soft, gentle moans emanating from her mouth continued to fuel my growing passion and intensify my lust.

Sara's lubrication was clearly evident and her labia were fully distended, after all the attention thus far. I used my fingers and pulled on it even further. The action was met with approval on the other end.

"Ohhhhhhh . . . ugh."

Then, keeping Sara's labia fully extended with my right hand, I used my left hand to massage her back and forth, intentionally avoiding contact with her clit. Starting with slow gentle strokes, I continued gradually increasing the pressure and intensity. I was immediately reminded that the attention I was rendering to her happy place was being warmly received.

"Oh God, oh yes baby, just like that, oh . . ."

The more I continued pulling on Sara and massaging her labia, the wetter she got. She soon found it difficult to remain motionless and I was forced to hold her even harder, to retain control against her gyrations.

"Uhhhhhhhhh, oh God, yes, oh yes, baby."

I could hear that she was really enjoying my efforts, so I decided to get her off this way, rather than lose my momentum to stop and lick her. I continued to tighten my grip and increase the motion I was using to rub her labia and I could tell she was getting very close and -- as they say -- timing is everything.

I continued massaging my lover and I could actually feel her body respond through that tiny piece of flesh I was holding in my right hand. When I knew she was on the verge of exploding, I stopped massaging her labia and grabbed her clit between my left thumb and index finger. Then, at the same time, I pulled on her labia as hard as I thought she could handle, while squeezing her clit between my finger and thumb. The response was exactly what I thought it would be.

It took every ounce of strength I could manage to hang on to her, but I did. I really wanted to make sure Sara had the full effect of all the stimuli she was now receiving and by the way she was moving on the bed and by the sounds that were coming out of her mouth I think she did.

When I couldn't hold on any longer I moved my mouth to her pussy to finish her off. I had never seen Sara this wet before. I sucked her labia into my mouth and gently dragged my teeth across it several times. I could feel her body continue to convulse as I did that little maneuver and I knew the she was either in the throes of a massive orgasm or she was well on her way to number two.

When she finally started to calm down I heard her exhausted plea for relief. 

"Oh God, please go easy on me baby or you're gonna kill me." 

I eased up on her and continued kissing her and licking up the rest of her juices, occasionally dragging my tongue gently across her sensitive pussy. At eighteen I certainly don't consider myself a real expert in this area, since I've only had oral sex with six girls in my life, but there was something unique to me about Sara's scent and taste and although I wanted to continue licking her, I suspected that if she was very sensitive now then any activity down there could quickly turn pleasure into pain. Against my own carnal desires, I stopped and pivoted around so that I was now facing a very contented lover whose breathing was still somewhat labored.

She smiled at me and reached for my face and caressed my cheek. Then she swallowed hard a couple times and struggled to lean up on her elbow and face me.

"I feel so cheated . . . having to wait until I was twenty-nine years old to have orgasms like this. I had no idea it was ever supposed to be like this. If you ever leave me, I'll have to hunt you down and kill you. In Georgia that's how we tell someone that we'll love them until our dying breath."

I got teary-eyed once again. I don't know what's been happening to me lately, but I never used to get weepy like this. I moved over and kissed her gently on the lips and then looked into her eyes. I had never been fortunate enough to have someone look at me the way Sara does and I knew I'd never grow tired of that look.

"I know I'm only eighteen and I don't have a lifetime of experience in affairs of the heart, but I can feel the magic too and I promise you that I don't want to lose it either. I'll do everything it takes to build our relationship and keep us close."

It wasn't planned, but I thought of similar words that I might one day utter to her, since Sara and I had become one. What I didn't dare hope for was the response I received.

"Caitlin, you've become my beginning and my end. You have given my life new meaning and purpose and I can't imagine life without you."

They were vows of love and fidelity: two people professing feelings that were clearly so intense. There was nothing more to say except I never want to lose you. I never imagined I would ever say those words to anyone and certainly I never expected to hear them from the person who I was crazy about, the person who changed my world.

Now, I thought that I finally knew and understood why Erin ended our relationship. She clearly saw in Cheryl what I now see in Sara and I finally understood the most important fact of our break-up: it wasn't about me at all.

We stayed in bed talking, kissing and touching for about another hour. It was now dark outside and we both knew I needed to get home and deal with the other issue.

"I hate to ruin this sensual mood, but what do I tell my mother when I walk in the door and she pounces on me again?" I asked my lawyer.

She bit down on her lip for an instant and then looked at me and continued to consider the question for another minute.

"Just tell her that you and I have talked about it and we agree to let her watch, but we haven't exactly decided yet where and when that will be. Are you okay with telling her that?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Are you absolutely sure that when the time comes we'll be able to do this in front of her?"

She smiled at me. "You know, the truth is . . . when we make love, I'm totally oblivious to everything else around me anyway. I think we'll be totally fine with it, trust me."

I leaned towards Sara and we passionately started to kiss once more. While her hand found my pussy and my hand found hers, we both seemed to realize at the same time that if we didn't stop right away we weren't going to. We both sighed in unison and reluctantly parted.

"We have the rest of our lives together, baby." Sara said, as she ran her hand across my hard nipples.

"I know, but I don't want to leave you now. I want to stay here with you and fall asleep in your arms."

Sara smiled fondly at me. "All in good time, baby. I'm sure it'll all come together for us soon."

I accepted that statement on faith and then got up and put on my skirt and my top and headed out to the living room to find my flip-flops and back-pack. I turned around and smiled when I saw that Sara had followed me and hadn't even bothered to put on her robe.

"Now that's not fair, you think I'm going to wanna leave while you're standing at the door naked?" I said, but I was only half kidding. 

She smiled at me and moved closer and she kissed me again. I put my arms around her neck and returned the kiss with even more intensity. I think I would have climbed into her body if I could have. Then I felt her arms pull my skirt up so that we were now slowly grinding our pussies together, and I thought I was about to melt. She looked down at me and gave me that sensual smile that makes me weak-kneed. 

"I do NOT want you to leave either, baby. I even forgot to feed you my not-so-famous spaghetti. But if you don't skedaddle right now your momma might come over here looking for you, and this time she might even take her carrot cake back."

"Sara Martin, I hope you know that by rubbing your pussy on me like that you're making it nearly impossible for me to leave."

Just as we started to laugh at our predicament there was a knock at the door. Instinctively we separated and looked in that direction. 

"Well, I guess timing is everything. There's your mother now, but I'm surprised she didn't just come right in." Sara said.

I turned and looked at her. "I think I locked the door when I came in earlier. It's kind of a subconscious thing I do, since I spend a lot of time alone in the house at night when Mom's working."

I grabbed my backpack and we started towards the door. I stopped almost immediately and looked at Sara with a curious grin on my face and I pointed at her body.

"Umm . . . are you going to answer the door like that?"

Sara looked down at her naked body and then back at me. "Let me get this straight. Your mother has already seen me on my knees in your kitchen licking her daughter's pussy. And tonight we've agreed to let her watch us have sex - AGAIN. Is now really the best time for me to develop any false modesty?"

It was a good point. We turned and reached the front door together. As Sara unlocked it, I flipped on the switch for the porch light as she opened the door. For a moment the look of shock on our faces was undeniable. Sara finally managed to speak.

"Greg, what the hell are YOU doing here?"



Caitlin and Sara Ch. 05



Finale

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"I know, but I don't want to leave you now. I want to stay here with you and fall asleep in your arms."

Sara smiled fondly at me. "All in good time, baby. I'm sure it'll all come together for us soon."

I accepted that statement on faith and then got up and put on my skirt and my top and headed out to the living room to find my flip-flops and back-pack. I turned around and smiled when I saw that Sara had followed me and hadn't even bothered to put on her robe.

"Now that's not fair, you think I'm going to wanna leave while you're standing at the door naked?" I said smiling, but I wasn't kidding. 

She smiled at me and moved closer and she kissed me again. I put my arms around her neck and returned the kiss with even more intensity. At that moment I think I would have climbed into her body if I could have. Then I felt her arms pull my skirt up so that we were now slowly grinding our pussies together, and I thought I was about to melt. She looked down at me and gave me that sensual smile that makes me weak-kneed. 

"I do NOT want you to leave either, baby. I even forgot to feed you my not-so-famous spaghetti. But if you don't skedaddle right now your momma might come over here looking for you again, and this time she might even take her carrot cake back."

"Sara Martin, I hope you know that by rubbing your pussy against me like that you're making it nearly impossible for me to leave."

Just as we started to laugh at our predicament there was a knock at the door. Instinctively we separated and looked in that direction. 

"Well, I guess timing is everything. There's your mother now, but I'm surprised she didn't just come right in." Sara said.

I turned and looked at her. "I think I locked the door when I came in earlier. It's kind of a subconscious thing I do, since I spend a lot of time alone in the house at night when Mom's working."

I grabbed my backpack and we started towards the door. I stopped almost immediately and looked at Sara with a curious grin on my face and I pointed at her body.

"Umm . . . are you going to answer the door like that?"

Sara looked down at her naked body and then back at me. "Let me get this straight. Your mother has already seen me on my knees in your kitchen licking her daughter's pussy. And tonight we've agreed to let her watch us have sex - AGAIN. Is now really the best time for me to develop any false modesty?"

It was a good point. We turned and reached the front door together. As Sara unlocked it, I flipped on the switch for the porch light as she opened the door. For a moment the look of shock on our faces was undeniable. Sara finally managed to speak.

"Greg, what the hell are YOU doing here?"

I looked at Sara's husband standing on the porch outside the door and then I quickly looked back at Sara. Her gaze was still fixed on Greg and it was clear she was anything but pleased by his unannounced arrival. I had never seen a look like that on Sara's face before and I could only hope that I would never be the target of it in the future.

They stared at each other for several seconds without either one uttering a word. I didn't know whether to leave or stay, so I just froze in my tracks and waited for Sara to give me some direction. 

"Well Sara, up until your phone call yesterday morning I thought I was going to be living here too. For God's sake, we've been married for more than five years and you decide to end it all with a damn voice mail message," he said disdainfully.

Then the reality of the situation began to dawn on him. He looked at his wife and seemed to realize that she was naked, and then he looked at me, and then at her again. All of a sudden I wanted to just disappear and I was sure that if Greg had a wish right now I probably would do exactly that.

I've dated several guys in my life and unlike some card-carrying lesbians I don't hate guys at all. I think I can even remain objective when I look at them and differentiate between the attractive ones and the . . . well, the others. Now as I stared at Sara's husband I can see that there really was a third category of guys out there.

Greg Martin was nearly a foot taller than I was, so I'm guessing he's at least six and a half feet tall. He had an athletic frame, in that his waist was fairly narrow, yet he seemed to have a very muscular chest. His hair was dark brown and average length and it was parted on the side in a style that most guys typically wear. He had no facial hair, a visible cleft in his chin and dark piercing brown eyes that, from where I was now standing, appeared very cold and distant. All-in-all, he was probably the most attractive man I'd ever seen who wasn't in a magazine or on television.

"Sara, first I get a ‘Dear John' voice mail message that lasted less than thirty seconds. Then you never answer any of my phone calls or emails so I have no choice but to fly down here and see what in the world is going on. Now you're here standing around totally naked with . . . "

Greg looked back at me and I could feel his icy cold eyes slowly surveying my body, as if trying to size up the reason for my presence in the house with his wife. His stare was so unnerving I actually felt goose-bumps beginning to form on my arms, as I instinctively crossed them.

During his brief assessment I don't exactly know what bothered me more, his presence here in Texas, or him treating me like I was not even worthy of his attention. 

" . . . with some fifteen year old girl. Okay, you wanna tell me what the hell is really going on?"

I felt myself backing up slightly, making a conscious effort to stand beyond his reach, as his tone seemed to be growing more menacing. With his intimidating size and the loudness of his voice, I was a little fearful about what might happen if he decided to get physically abusive.

Sara turned to me and put her hand gently on my cheek and caressed it lovingly, as if we were alone in some very far-away place, which would certainly have been my wish right now if I had one. 

"Everything will be fine baby. You go on home and I'll see you tomorrow." Sara said, in her whisper-like tone that she was starting to use more frequently with me.

What happened next was so incredibly surprising that it nearly took my breath away. Sara took a step toward me and then leaned down and kissed me, but it was no ordinary kiss. She put her arms around me and pulled me so tightly against her body that our thighs were now touching. Then she opened her mouth and we began an intense French kiss that lasted for a least a minute. All the while my arms remained rigid against my body.

Although I quickly started to return the kiss and was even beginning to get into it in more ways than one, I could still hear her husband's volley of questions directed at Sara that contained some rather choice expletives regarding me. To the best of my memory it was the first time I had ever been called a ‘fucking dyke' and a ‘damn slut' by anyone, let alone in the same sentence.

By the time we finished the kiss I was nearly glassy-eyed once again. Sara smiled at me, kissed me one more time on the lips and then took my hand and turned to face her husband, whose face was now a whole lot redder. He had still not moved from the position he was in when we opened the door, and although there was some room to pass him if I turned sideways, he still presented a pretty imposing obstacle.

Sara released me and, stepping towards Greg until she was nearly toe to toe with him, she looked up and met his hostile gaze.

"Step aside!" 

I was amazed at how unfazed Sara was over her husband's agitated state. I had no idea what kind of relationship existed between them, but it was clear she was not a person who would easily yield to anyone.

It was a highly charged moment and one that confirmed something I was already starting to suspect. I no longer had any doubt about which of us was the ‘alpha female' in our relationship. I can now see that there was absolutely no way I could rival Sara in that department, and the notion didn't seem to bother me as I once thought it might.

It was dark and Sara and I walked hand-in-hand out her front door with the porch light on and Sara totally naked. I wondered whether there was more to Sara's willingness to have sex in front of my mother then she was letting on, like maybe an exhibitionist fetish that was struggling desperately to get out. As I considered the notion I had to admit I was beginning to find it a bit of a turn-on.

I released Sara's hand and headed down the walkway and then in the direction of my house. As I did I heard her front door close behind me and I immediately felt sad for her knowing what she would probably be facing tonight with Greg.

In many ways I felt wonderfully secure in the fact that Sara was willing to end her marriage based on the strength of our new relationship, yet at the same time I felt a degree of guilt since I was probably responsible for the break-up or I was at least the catalyst. Oh well, I'm sure that I'll eventually get over it.

As I started up the porch steps to my house, my earlier feeling of dread returned. I certainly felt better about the entire situation after discussing it with Sara, but I sensed that no matter what she and I had decided tonight, the relationship between me and my mother would never again be the same. What I wasn't sure of was whether that would be a good thing . . . or a not-so-good thing.

I took a deep breath and opened the front door and walked in. The light was on in the kitchen and I heard my mother call out to me.

"Cat, is that you baby?"

I answered her as I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. If there was another way to get to my bedroom from the front door without going past the kitchen I would have gleefully taken it on this night.

When I entered the kitchen my backpack was hanging from my shoulder and Sara's wonderful scent was all over my face. Just a couple days ago I would have been totally preoccupied with making every effort to conceal all possible evidence of my tryst with her from my mother, but now I could no longer see the point.

My mother was busy in the kitchen, but I had no idea exactly what she had going on. She glanced over and smiled at me and I smiled back, but as I did I was studying her for any evidence of change. I didn't know what to expect, but I was looking anyway.

"I didn't think you'd be home so late, Cat. I have some dinner here for you if you're hungry."

I went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of water and sat down at the kitchen table in my usual seat by the window. I glanced at the front page of the Houston Chronicle. I usually preferred to read the news on Yahoo, but today I really needed a distraction and the paper would conveniently provide one.

"Uh, sure, thanks, I am a little hungry," I said, resisting the urge to look up to meet her expectant gaze.

I knew I could head off to my room, but if she wanted to have a discussion she'd either follow me there or call me back out to the kitchen. I was beginning to realize how much resentment I was harboring towards her for putting me in this situation and altering our relationship.

I heard the microwave beep and a few moments later my mother put a plate on the table and I put the newspaper down. She had heated a grilled skinless chicken breast, about two ounces of white rice and the same amount of green beans for me. This was my dinner about three and sometimes four nights a week. I know it's fairly Spartan, but it's the only way I can maintain my weight and still eat fun foods like pizza on the weekends. Then she sat down in her seat at the head of the table directly to my left.


"So . . . late cheer practice or what?"

I still hadn't touched my food. I was reading an incredible story about Wesley Autrey, a guy who lives in New York City, who had saved someone's life when he fell onto the subway tracks by protecting him using his own body while the train passed overhead. Wow! These are the stories that SHOULD always be on the front page, I thought. I looked up at my mother.

"I'm sorry Mom, what was that?" I said. 

"I said you're home late; did you have a longer practice today?"

She knew damn well why I was home late, but if she wanted to feign ignorance, I knew I could too.

"No, practice ended at the usual time. I hung out with Ariana for a while and after she dropped me off I went to Sara's until just a few minutes ago."

Well, I knew where my mother wanted the conversation to eventually go and I was glad to oblige her by mentioning Sara's name. She looked at me for a moment and I could tell she was considering unleashing all the things she had been thinking about that afternoon.

I put the fork down and slid the plate off to the side. Hell, I hadn't eaten all day anyway, so it was no big deal to miss one more meal. I folded my arms and laid them on the table, and looked at her and waited for her to start.

"Oh . . . at Sara's, huh? I was over there earlier and she showed me the house. Everything seems to fit very well, she really did a nice job setting it up."

I smiled. "I'd like to think that WE did a nice job setting it up. I helped her place every piece of furniture and hang every picture. I even helped her paint the master bedroom and bathroom."

My mother furrowed her brow. "I'm sorry Cat, I knew how much you had helped her. I didn't mean to minimize your efforts over there the entire weekend."

I took another sip of water. I knew I was getting pouty and even I hated it when I started acting out.

"Sorry Mom, I guess it's not really a big deal."

Impenetrable silence existed between us for another minute or two, as we just held eye contact.

"So then . . . you wanna tell me how you and Sara got involved?"

I continued to watch my mother, while I considered her question. It felt terribly odd to me to be at this juncture with her. Here was someone I knew and trusted my entire life and all that seemed to be changing. It was almost as if she were now the enemy. I thought about her question and the different ways I could probably respond. Then the only possible answer suddenly came to me.

"Mom, do you remember when you first met Daddy and decided you wanted to marry him?"

My question surprised her, yet it put an immediate smile on her face. I could tell she was combing her memory banks for every wonderful image she held of my father.

"Oh yes, Cat, I certainly do. We had only gone out two times, and I suddenly realized that I missed him terribly when we were apart, and I felt so wonderful whenever we were finally together. I just knew right away that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him."

It was exactly the answer that I expected, but since I heard the story countless times before I knew it was a loaded question. I reached over and took my mother's hand in mine and she looked into my probing eyes.

"Mom, I know it's only been a few days, but that's EXACTLY how it is between Sara and me."

I felt my mother take hold of my hand and begin to squeeze it. Tears began to flow down her cheeks, but I could tell she felt a true measure of happiness for my situation.

"I . . . I had no idea, Cat. It just seems that I've learned so much about you over the past couple days. Sometimes it makes me wonder whether I've ever really known you at all."

I smiled at her observation and although I thought it summed up our position rather well during those days, I didn't think it would really help matters now if I agreed with her.

"Not necessarily, Mom. I think you've always known me better than anyone else. It's just . . . well, now I think it's just a little more complicated. I hope you can understand why I thought it best never to talk to you about my . . ."

The words stuck in my throat for a moment, but I had an innate sense that our ‘new' relationship would depend entirely on how well or how badly this conversation would go. If I got hung-up talking about it, I certainly couldn't expect my mother to handle it any better.

" . . . about my sexual orientation. The problem is, there was just never the right time to sit down with you and have such a conversation. If Sara didn't move in next-door and if we didn't . . . if we didn't meet each other, there would still not have been any compelling reason for me to tell you what I did."

My mother seemed to consider that statement for a long moment before responding. 

"And Sara IS the compelling reason now to share such information with me at this time?"

I smiled and felt my eyes tear up, but they were tears of absolute joy and adoration. 

"Oh YES mother, yes she is. What you witnessed the other night, although certainly regrettable from our perspective - and I apologize for our indiscretion - was not just a moment of mere infatuation or raging hormones. I love her with every breath in my body, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

Now I had to take a minute to compose myself, since I continued to get all teary-eyed thinking about the actual depth of my feelings for Sara. This love stuff was scary.

"It was important that you first knew I was gay and the next step would have been to eventually tell you that Sara and I were involved. We discussed this and we did not want to overwhelm you with all that information at once. You needed to know about our relationship though, so you would understand why I'll be spending so much time with her."

"But Cat, you're so young . . . you're still a baby."

I smiled and then laughed aloud, realizing my mother was merely telling me how she'll probably always see me.

"And I'll always be YOUR baby, Mom. But now it's time for you to share me with someone else. Besides, try and be totally honest here. If I came home and told you that I just met a twenty-nine year old guy who was an attorney, and that after I graduated from high school we were going to marry, you might have been a little concerned at the age difference, but you would have been so happy for me. C'mon Mom, admit I'm probably right."

She seemed to think about my question and honestly consider it for a moment. I never really expected her to respond, but I was glad when she finally did.

"Okay, okay . . . I admit that you're probably right."

I gently pulled my hand back and then took my mother's hand in mine and squeezed it tightly. "Thanks for the honesty, Mom. I really needed to hear that from you right now."

We stared at each other for a moment and for the first time in a long while I thought that maybe, just maybe, we might survive this.

"I really DO like Sara," she began. "She appears to be an incredibly bright person and she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."

I smiled at my Mom and then I laughed aloud. She was trying so hard and I really appreciated her effort.

"What's so funny Cat? I was being totally serious."

I stopped laughing and continued to smile at her. "I know you're being serious, Mom. I was actually laughing because that was nearly the very same thing Sara said about you, when you two first met."

"She said that really . . . about me?"

"Of course she did. That's usually the way most people describe you, Mom."




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 05



For a moment it was like my mother was hearing such compliments for the very first time. She smiled and looked at me.

"I guess I just never hear those sorts of things anymore."

"Well, you'll just have to trust me on this. I haven't seen too many women who could hold a candle to you, Mom. You're definitely still a major league hottie."

I hadn't seen my mother blush in a long while and I found it very endearing. Maybe we're at the point in our relationship where I should try and treat her more like a woman and a little less like a parent.

We stared at each other and smiled and the feeling that came over me when I first walked in the house was now gone and everything seemed very different. It wasn't where it used to be, but I was starting to have hope.

"Cat, can we please talk about that other thing . . . the thing we discussed last night when you came in?"

My first reaction was to release my mother's hand as I felt my body tense up, but I knew that was the real issue we needed to discuss.

"Just so I'm absolutely clear here, do you mean the part about you watching Sara and I having sex?"

Hearing the question spoken aloud caused my mother to turn red with embarrassment. She just nodded her head once.

I bit down lightly on my bottom lip and wondered how things were progressing next door between Mr. and the soon-to-be, former Mrs. Martin. Under normal circumstances I'd be very tempted to drop in on Sara before I went to bed and check it out for myself, but I seemed to have my hands full right here. I guess I'd have to wait until our morning run.

"I'm glad you gave me some time to consider the request. I think our discussion will be much different now, than if I had responded last night."

My mother gave me a closed-mouth smile and nodded. I didn't know where I'd take this discussion, but I thought I'd feel her out a little bit, so I could better understand the request.

"Are you alright taking about this now with me, Mom?"

She quietly responded the same way and I wondered whether she would be able to say anything about it at all.

"Okay then, let me ask you some questions first. Describe for me your reaction when you saw Sara and me . . . making love in the kitchen."

My mother's lips straightened, as she seemed to be searching for the proper response, while also trying to avoid further embarrassment. 

"In a strange sort of way, I think I knew you two were involved, so I wasn't totally surprised."

"Whoa, there; excuse me for interrupting, Mom, I'll try to keep that to a minimum, but you really have to elaborate on that for me. You KNEW we were involved?"

She smiled broadly at me. "Well, let's say that I was reasonably sure you were, yes."

I could feel my brow furrow. "Mom, how was that . . . exactly?"

Her smile broadened. "Because you're my baby and I've seen you around enough people to know how you typically react. Around Sara you were anything but typical, in fact – you were totally different. I didn't know it then, but now . . . now that I know you're gay . . . I can plainly see it for what it was . . . and for what it is. You two are in love! It was so obvious by the way you looked at each other that a blind person would have seen it. Believe me Cat, most people who have been in love can recognize that look when they see it."

I wished Sara was here now to hear what my mother just said. I knew I would never do it justice tomorrow.

"Thanks Mom."

She smiled. "Anyway, when I saw you two together in the kitchen I wasn't totally surprised. And my immediate response was to turn away and retreat to my bedroom, because I knew I was watching something that was certainly not intended for MY eyes."

"But then . . . it was . . . it was strange. Normally, the thought or mention of women together like that did nothing to arouse me. I don't mean it repulsed me, I know some women who respond that way to lesbians, but it just never had any effect on me whatsoever."

"And this time?" 

She smiled again, sensing I was trying to help her along.

"This time I was so turned on I . . ."

Parents! What is there about taking on that role that immediately causes someone to forget what it was like to be an individual that got them into that mess in the first place?

"So turned on that you started to get wet?" I volunteered.

At first my mother didn't know how to respond to my candor. We were officially into uncharted territory now and she definitely didn't have a roadmap.

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"Please continue," I said.

"I couldn't turn away, even though I knew it was wrong to keep watching you. I haven't had a date in so long and I was getting so turned on watching Sara . . ."

This was going to be far worse than I first thought. I waited another minute and then jumped to her aid one more time.

"Watching Sara lick my pussy?"

Again she swallowed hard and nodded, but this time she was getting redder by the minute.

"Okay Mom, so you walked up to the kitchen doorway and you saw Sara on her knees licking me and you got so turned on that you started to get wet. Does that about sum it up?"

She swallowed hard as she seemed to consider my question for an instant.

"I wasn't just turned on Cat, I was more turned on than I've ever been in my entire life."

"How long did you watch us?" I asked, but it was mostly out of curiosity.

"I have no idea, ten – maybe twenty minutes."

I nodded. I was suddenly getting into the role and thought Sara would indeed be proud of my direct examination of my mother, the self-professed voyeur.

"Were you turned on by watching two women make love or were you turned on watching me and fantasizing about me?"

Her brow furrowed, as she looked over at me and I could tell she did not understand the question. In retrospect, I wasn't sure I understood it either.

"Could you repeat the question?"

I considered a better way to phrase it.

"Mom, when you were watching us, what was it that really turned you on so much? Was it watching two women together, and would two strangers have had the same effect on you? Or was it the fact that one of the women was your daughter?"

I could tell by the look in her eyes that this time she clearly understood the question.

"Caitlin, are you asking me if I might actually want to have sex with my own daughter?"

My mother's tone changed and she was becoming annoyingly indignant. By the use of my name I knew that the role of the parent was about to rear its ugly head and I was going to have to handle this very carefully.

"Cat, don't forget who you're talking to, I'm STILL you mother." She reeled of those words with icy precision.

I think those words are encoded into the DNA of every parent, and I had been expecting to hear them at some point during our discussion. I smiled at her, as she sat there with an unwavering straight-lipped expression. I had a feeling she was enjoying her new-found strength.

"Mother, I suggest that you not play the parental trump card with me right now. I think you abandoned that role when you told me that you wanted to watch me and Sara make love. You can't have it both ways, jumping back and forth as the mood suits you."

Suddenly, there was barely any trace of the fire that was in her eyes just moments ago.

"Now, please answer the question. Was it the idea of having sex with me that turned you on, or was it just watching two women making love that did the trick?"

My mother knew she didn't have a leg to stand on. If she clung to the protection provided by the parental role, she knew the conversation was over. If she abandoned it, she knew she might never get it back. I didn't envy her position right now, but I wasn't the one who put her there. Deep down, I think she knew it.

She was quiet and for a minute or two and I realized I could actually hear my heart beating inside my chest. I was looking at her and patiently waiting for some sort of response. I thought I knew exactly what issues she was grappling with and I didn't envy her situation at all. She remained perfectly quiet and absolutely still, with her hands folded on the table. She was staring down at them, brandishing a rather serious expression. Then I heard her take a deep breath and exhale, and I had the feeling that she probably arrived at some sort of resolution. I thought I knew what it would be.

"I'm sorry Cat . . . you're absolutely right." She said quietly, as she slowly looked up and made eye contact with me. 

In a way the tone of her voice had a ‘defeated' quality to it and I felt badly for her. It wasn't my goal to undermine her role as a parent, but she was single-handedly changing everything between us and that would have a price.

"Thanks for that, Mom."

She managed a smile, but I could tell it was forced. I almost hated to do it, but I desperately had to ask her the same question again, since I thought the response was critical to my understanding her initial request.

"Mom, I'm sorry to keep asking this, but I really need to know the answer. When you were watching us, what was it that really turned you on? Was it watching two women together or was it the fact that one of the women was your daughter? Did you get turned on watching me?"

She bit down on her bottom lip and a look of panic was evident in her eyes.

"I don't know . . . I . . . I haven't analyzed it fully. I think that I may be afraid to."

I thought about her response. I was really dancing on the head of a pin here and I knew it. If my mother confessed to harboring sexual feelings about me, I wasn't sure how I would handle such a disclosure. I had never looked at my mother like that before and I wasn't sure if I could. The idea certainly didn't gross me out at all, but I was definitely a little weirded out.

"Okay Mom, that's fair enough. I just have one more question and I'm sorry to tell you that this will be the toughest one yet."

The poor girl swallowed hard and nodded. I knew it was tough on my mother since my father died, but I was just beginning to get a sense that I had no real clue how hard it had really been on her. Maybe this could all work out to be a good thing for her and if it does, I guess it'll make me happy too.

"After you watched us and then went back to your bedroom . . . what were you thinking about when you masturbated?"

This time my mother wasn't outraged, only embarrassed. In fact, I think I was even getting a bit red myself asking that question. But there was no turning back now. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows, indicating that the question wasn't going away and that I was still waiting for her response. I was only hoping that she wouldn't try to convince me that she doesn't masturbate. Sometimes parents can be such children.

She looked back down at her hands folded on the table and then she finally bared her soul to me. 

"I kept replaying the same image in my mind of you and Sara . . . of Sara playing with your pussy . . . licking you and pinching your nipples. I was getting so incredibly wet and I began to play with myself and I . . . I just, God, it's turning me on all over again just thinking about it. I'm sorry Cat, I can't possibly imagine what you must now think of me."

I waited a moment to allow the tension to diffuse.

"Mom," I said in a near whisper.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were teary and she had an exhausted expression on her face. I guess I cannot imagine how difficult all this had been for her, but I was starting to get a pretty good idea.

"I think you're a human being. You responded in a normal, healthy way to an extremely arousing scene that was unfolding before your very eyes and there's nothing wrong with that. I'm certain Sara or I would have reacted in exactly the same way."

She smiled at me, but this time it didn't seem to be forced. "I really appreciate you saying that Cat, but I still feel so ashamed. I should not have been watching you and I certainly should not have asked you if I could watch you a second time. That was wrong and I apologize."

I returned her smile and for the first time since she sat down at the table I thought we were actually making some real progress.

"Your apology is appreciated, though unnecessary. But I think what has happened so far will invariably force our relationship to change – but that doesn't have to be a bad thing."

My mother sat there and quietly nodded at that observation. I think she already knew our relationship would change, she was just not sure how that would occur and for the moment I wasn't exactly sure either.

"I'll always be your daughter and you'll always be my Mom. But from now on I think we need to move towards a more adult relationship, and I think that will work well for both of us. I'll still always respect you as my mom and look to you for advice, but I think now we're probably gonna be more like friends or roommates, and that has distinct advantages for each of us."

I waited to see whether she might object to that comment, but so far so good.

"Now you're aware of my situation with Sara, so it should come as no surprise to you to learn that I'll be spending a lot of time with her, including sleeping with her at her house. That's not to say that I'll be neglecting my chores here or my schoolwork, since I can't see Sara as a life partner with someone who is unable to stimulate her cerebrally. But I don't want to worry about making lame excuses to you or potential repercussions – either for me or for her - when she comes over here.

She seemed to consider what I said for a moment and then nodded.

"Good. And the same situation would exist for you too, Mom. If you wanted to spend time here with Kevin Baldwin or maybe even some really hot and sexy female friend . . ."

I smiled at my mother and she immediately looked down at her hands and started to turn red once again.

"Now Cat, I didn't say that I was becoming a lesbian too – did I?

I laughed at the innocence of her question. "No Mom, you didn't, and I didn't suggest otherwise. But you're still a very young woman and I want you to know that if and when you require privacy to be with whomever you decide to bring home, isn't it nice to know that you'll be able to do it without feeling awkward or embarrassed?"

We finished our discussion on a really high note. I assured her that Sara and I would arrange something that I thought would help her learn more about herself and she seemed more than satisfied with that plan. Thank you God, I needed all the help on this one I could get.

The dreaded electronic beeping started at 4:30. I struggled to open my eyes and find my jogging attire without turning on a light. I was up late doing homework and preparing for a Calc test and I barely managed two hours of sleep before hearing that cursed sound. Whatever cobwebs were still in my head now would have to be cleared out in the next seven miles, otherwise they would probably be there for the day.

I began my stretches on my front lawn and immediately felt the effects of missing a good night's sleep. I was a little surprised that Sara didn't come out to join me, and I was very depressed to see Greg's rental car still parked in her driveway. 

When I finally finished my sit-ups, I started down the street at a pace that was little faster than usual. After running alone for all these years, I suddenly realized I absolutely hated it.

As I fell into a steady, even stride I started to consider the total irony of my situation. Here I was, an eighteen year old high school girl and I was jealous because Sara's husband stayed at her house last night.

Then my imagination started to go berserk and images of Sara and Greg making love in the same bed that we were in yesterday began to fill my mind. Just when I thought I might have to stop and throw up, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps meeting the pavement directly behind me as Sara pulled up beside me.

"Jesus Cat, would you please slow down. I've been running my ass off to catch up with you for half a mile now."

I did better than that, I stopped nearly dead in my tracks. Naturally Sara kept running past me and then turned around and walked briskly back to where I was standing. I don't know what came over me, but I just wanted to look at her and hug her and tell her how much I had missed her.

"Are you alright, baby?" She said, as she stood directly in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

I was unaware of how hard I was breathing, so I couldn't do more than just nod in response to her question.

"What's up with the blazing speed? You had to be on a pace to run a four minute mile. I was running as fast as I could and I was barely able to catch you."

My breathing slowed a bit and I looked into her eyes. "God, I love you so much."

She smiled at me and started to knead my shoulders with her hands. "And I love you too, baby."

So about a thousand yards from our house, Sara and I stood in the middle of our street, softly kissing each other under the glow of a streetlight. When we separated she had a funny look in her eye.

"I hope you know he's sleeping in the extra bedroom."

I feigned complete ignorance to her unsolicited comment. "I'm sorry, what are we talking about?"

Sara laughed and kissed me again. The she pulled back and started running slowly in our usual direction. Of course, I followed her.

"Oh, nothing – I guess. For just a moment I thought that perhaps my lover would feel better knowing that there was no intimacy between me and my husband after she left yesterday."

I ran alongside her for a minute or two and then turned to look at her, and she knowingly responded to my gaze.

"Thanks for that."

She smiled and we continued on without saying anything else for about another mile or two, but those damn tears kept rolling down my cheeks. I just didn't know what there was about this woman that made me so happy that I always felt the need to cry tears of joy when I was with her. 

When we hit the three and a half mile point and turned around, I finally felt I could talk once again without getting overly emotional.

"So how did it go last night?"

I'm sure she was expecting the question and she continued looking straight ahead as she responded.

"Well, lets see, I'll give you the bullet points and you can just ask me to elaborate on whatever else you might want to know."

She glanced over at me and I nodded.

"Okay, first, despite what I told him, he still believes you're really only about fifteen years old." 

She looked back over at me and smiled that sensual smile that always gives me goose bumps. I couldn't help but return the smile.

"Of course, he has no idea that's one of the things I find so incredibly sexy about you." We exchanged smiles once again.

"Anyway, I let him think what he wants, and after acting like I was a child molester and even implying that he might report me to the Georgia Bar Association, he finally said that he didn't really care how old you were anyway."

She stopped for a moment, as she appeared to organize her thoughts. I was getting a pretty good idea what he must have put her through.

"Ironically, I think he's fine with the lesbian thing: I suspect because it's a whole lot easier on his ego to lose me to another woman than if he thought I was leaving him for another guy. Guys . . . go figure! Anyway, he's already worked it out so that he can remain in the Atlanta office now, instead or relocating here to Houston, and I told him that you and I thought that was a really great idea."

That last comment caused me to look over at her. "You and I, huh . . . whatever did he say in response to that?"

Sara turned her head and chuckled. "His exact words were ‘Frankly Sara, I don't give a damn.'"

I laughed. "You're joking? He was quoting Margaret Mitchell to you during your discussion? Is that just an Atlanta thing or is he really a connoisseur of the classics?"




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 05



"No and no. Greg doesn't read anything except complaints filed against his clients and depositions. He was quoting Clark Gable. He's an avid movie buff during the four hours a week he's not working."

We both laughed.

"Anyway, he's going to keep the house in Kennesaw and the equity that we have in it, and I'm going to keep all the furniture that's already here – as you know all too well after moving it all around the house with me last weekend."

We both laughed again.

"I'll also get our 401(k) retirement account. Of course, the house here was purchased with my money anyway, so that was not even on the table. He keeps his car and I keep my car and last, but not least, he'll ask one of his friends at the firm to file for an uncontested divorce in Georgia and he'll pay all those expenses. Now, I think that about sums it all up. Any questions?"

I thought about the items she just reeled off and I was suitably impressed with her thoroughness. But the only thing that was really important to me was the word ‘divorce,' so I was a pretty happy camper.

"Yup, two questions."

She glanced over at me and smiled. "Only two . . . okay, what are they?

"When is he leaving . . . and when does the divorce become final?"

Sara laughed at my questions. "He'll be gone before you get home from school. I think his return flight to Atlanta is at 2:48. As for the second question . . . my specialty is not family law, but it really doesn't matter, Cat. Texas doesn't allow same sex marriages, so it's not like we're waiting for the divorce decree to become final so we can run off and get married."

I was surprised to hear that news. Here I am, a gay female living in Texas, and I didn't even know that we could not get married in my state. I was starting to get depressed.

"We can't get married?"

Sara smiled at the question. "Not in Texas we can't, but that doesn't mean we can't go to another jurisdiction that would allow it."

I must have had a visible look of relief on my face, because Sara started to laugh.

"Now I have two more questions." I said.

"Sorry, you only asked for two and you've exhausted your limit."

I didn't know whether I heard Sara correctly or not, so I turned my head and saw once again that she was laughing. Personally, I think it was a little too early for all this humor.

"How long did it take you guys to resolve all these issues?"

She smiled at me. "Good question. We finished about fifteen minutes before I quickly changed to get out, barely in time to catch your tight little ass."

I smiled and then my brow furrowed. "You mean you haven't slept at all?"

"Only during the time that Greg was trying to convince me that I was crazy for not wanting to stay with him. And your other question?"

"Can I spend the night with you?"

Sara turned to look at me with that sensual smile on her face.

"Absolutely."

I smiled broadly at Sara and she retuned the smile with equal enthusiasm. The changing scenery reminded me that we had about another mile and a half left before we'd find ourselves in front of our house.

"And how did YOUR evening go? Did you and your mother engage in a meaningful dialogue?"

I smiled at her. "I'll give you the high points and you can ask me any additional questions you want."

Sara smiled and nodded her head at me, already well acquainted with the drill.

"We talked for about an hour. She admitted that she watched us for about ten to twenty minutes and then she went to her bedroom and masturbated. She's not exactly clear about whether she's turned on watching two women have sex or whether she may have some latent sexual feelings for her incredibly sexy daughter."

Sara looked at me and smiled. "She's not only incredibly sexy, but she's unbelievably beautiful, as well."

"Thanks lover."

I paused for a moment to blush at Sara's flattering comment and then smile at her again.

"I think we also reached an understanding about our relationship. I guess you can say that we'll be treating each other like adults. I specifically told her that you and I would be spending a lot of time together, including me sleeping at your house, and I did not want that situation to become awkward between us, or uncomfortable for you."

Sara turned to face me and she had a big smile on her face. "And your mother was fine with that?"

I nodded. "You would have had to be there to get the full flavor of how it all came together, but I think now we'll actually have a much better relationship. It should be more of a girlfriend relationship, rather than mother-daughter."

"Way to go baby, I'm really proud of you."

We pulled up in front of my house and kept walking at a brisk pace, to avoid cramping and allow our respiratory rate to ease back down gradually.

"Can I expect any acting out from your mother; is she upset or angry with me at all?"

I looked at her as we walked. "No, you can keep the carrot cake."

Sara laughed.

"Actually, she has never made a cross remark about you even once. After what I now know about her growing interest regarding her sexual orientation, it wouldn't surprise me to learn that she might even have a crush on you herself."

"Oh my god, that would certainly complicate the situation, wouldn't it?"

I didn't respond, partly because I thought it was a rhetorical question, but mostly because I didn't even want to consider the complications that would arise if that scenario played itself out.

"Okay Cat, you've avoided mentioning the most salient issue of all."

We turned to face each other and then we made eye contact. "You mean the sex show?"

My comment caused Sara to laugh and hearing her laugh made me laugh, as well. 

"Yeah . . . that's what I meant." She added with a loving smile

I took a look around to make sure we hadn't attracted the attention of any neighbors who might have been giving their canines an early morning potty call.

"I actually dodged that bullet . . ."

As Sara was about to interrupt me, I held my hand up. She patiently waited.

"I know what you're gonna say and I thought about telling her what we discussed, but then I had another idea and I wanted to see how that would play out first. So I told her that we were working on something." 

Sara seemed to consider my comment for a moment.

"What OTHER idea?"

I thought about whether I wanted to tell her about my plan now or just wait to see if I could pull it off. I opted for the latter.

"I'm still kind of working out the kinks. Would you mind if I shared it with you tonight instead?"

Sara smiled at me. "No one wants to eat a cake before it's baked. I'll wait until tonight, but you better tell me before I jump your bones or I'll forget to ask."

"Deal."

We gave each other a quick peck on the lips and then went in different directions. I knew it would be at least 12 hours before I'd see Sara again and I was already dreading the wait. I guess being separated was clearly the down side of being in love.

The day flew by. After cheer practice was over I showered and was waiting in the parking lot for a ride, but this time it would not be with Ariana. About five minutes later a black BMW came driving up to the curb and I got it on the passenger's side. I leaned over and gave Erin a hug and then a quick peck on the lips.

"Thanks for coming by."

"No problem, sweetie. Now tell me about this ‘favor' that you mentioned over the phone?" 

Erin drove us to the very back of the student lot and parked. She then turned in her seat to face me.

"Okay, you said this would be an inappropriate discussion to have in Starbucks, so will this do or would you rather go to my house?"

I looked around and she was right, we could not have been more alone. You could barely see the school from here.

"This is just perfect, Erin."

I gave her the Cliff Notes version of what happened in my life over the past two days, some of which she had already heard from me earlier. She listened attentively and smiled every time I mentioned Sara's name. I could tell she was genuinely happy for me and I was beginning to sense that a new kind of bond was developing between us. I suspect it was due to the fact that there were no longer any lingering feelings on my part causing me to hold back. It was . . . liberating.

When I got to the part about the conversation I had with my mother last night, she leaned further forward. When I was finished, I sat silently waiting for her response.

"Wow, I guess it IS a good thing we didn't have this discussion in Starbuck's."

We both laughed at the very thought of such a graphic discussion being held in the open confines of the popular coffee shop.

"Cat, it sounds like everything in your world has suddenly changed, certainly most of it for the better. But now that you've told me all that, I'm not clear what it is that I can do for you?"

I looked into Erin's eyes and thought about the best way I could approach the topic. This was the first woman I ever had sex with and the first person I ever loved, yet I had no clue how she would respond to the request.

"Erin, Sara and I had a really great time at your house the other night and I know Sara just adores Cheryl."

Erin's smile broadened. "We loved having you guys over and I know Cheryl feels the same way about Sara. We also think it will be a lot of fun for us to do things together as a couple and, of course, I don't just mean . . . you know."

That definitely put a smile on my face.

"That's part of the favor I wanted to ask of you."

Now Erin appeared sufficiently confused and I paused for a moment to organize my thoughts.

"Sara and I would like to reverse roles this time. If you and Cheryl are not busy either this Saturday or next, we'd like you guys to come over to Sara's house and let us prepare dinner and . . ."

Erin waited for me to finish my sentence and, when I paused too long, her curiosity finally got he best of her.

"And what, Cat?"

"Sara and I would really like to watch you and Cheryl make love."

Erin smiled again. "Of course you can sweetie, that's only fair. Cheryl and I got each other off watching you guys last time and it was beautiful."

"There's more."

Erin's brow furrowed slightly, as she waited for me to continue.

"I'd also like to bring my mother along . . . to watch."

Now all the dots were finally connected and Erin had the complete picture. She seemed to ponder the request for several minutes, which I thought was a positive sign. At least she didn't give me an immediate ‘no.'

"Cat, you know that I like your mother a whole lot and I think she's an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman, so personally I don't have a problem with your request. Of course, I'll have to run it by Cheryl to see whether she objects. I know she wouldn't care if you and Sara watched us, but your mother . . . that's . . . I just don't have any idea how she'll respond to this one."

I nodded. "I understand and appreciate you even considering the request, but if Cheryl says no I don't want her to feel bad about it, and please be sure to tell her that. I'm asking because it's my mother's request, and I just honestly don't know whether I could make love to Sara if I knew she was watching us. Does that make any sense?"

She nodded. "It makes a lot of sense and if Cheryl agrees it will certainly be the perfect solution for you. Why don't you call me tonight after 9:00 and I'll make sure I ask her - after I get her in the right mood."

I moved closer to hug Erin and she hugged me back. "Thank you so much, sweetie."

"C'mon Cat, it's going on six and I have to get home and get dinner started. I'll drop you off on the way."

When Erin pulled into my driveway I pointed out which house was Sara's. Then we hugged one more time and I got out and waved good-bye as she headed down the street. 

As she drove off, I began to reminisce. Our relationship had changed so drastically since she broke up with me more than two years ago. I hurt so much afterwards and for a while I tried to retaliate as only a sixteen year old could. I acted rudely towards her and treated her pretty badly. Even though those feelings quickly subsided and we eventually became civil with each other by the year's end, I never imagined we could ever become really close friends. Now I realized that I have more in common with Erin than I do with any other friend – including Ariana - and I felt a closeness growing between us that I somehow knew was very different. It felt as if we were developing the kind of relationship that could possibly endure for the rest of our lives. 

When I finally stopped day-dreaming I realized that Sara's Jaguar wasn't in her driveway. I decided to make good use of the time and went inside to attend to some personal hygiene matters, like shaving all the critical areas that now seem to get so much attention whenever we're together.

Things were much better with my mom and that was a welcome relief. I also had time to study for an anatomy quiz I had in a couple days. When I finished I peeked out the front door and Sara's car was still not there and it was well after nine. Before calling her I decided to call Erin. Her phone rang three times before she answered it.

"Hey Cat, that's what I call perfect timing. I just finished talking to Cheryl and she's actually pretty excited about the idea. It's a definite go. We can get together either this weekend or next, just tell us what works best for you guys."

"Oh Erin, that's wonderful news. Let's plan on this weekend. I really owe you guys big time for this, thank you so much."

I called Sara and she picked up on the first ring.

"Oh baby, I'm so, so sorry, I have my first trial tomorrow and I was reviewing some documents in the file and the time just totally got away from me. I'm leaving now and I'll be home in thirty minutes."

I found my mother at the kitchen table doing some reading for one of her grad school courses.

"Hey you, got a minute?"

My mother looked up from her text book and smiled. "For you, always."

She put her highlighter in the book to retain her place and then closed it. I sat down in my usual chair.

"Cat, I didn't know if you wanted me to fix you a chicken breast or not, are you hungry?"

I realized for the first time today that I hadn't eaten. I kept thinking I'd eat with Sara, but I'm sure she probably has already grabbed something at the office.

"I hadn't really thought about it, but I am a little hungry. I'll fix something in a minute."

I told my mother about my proposed plan and how Erin and Cheryl had agreed to let her watch them make love at Sara's house and I set it up for this weekend. I could tell she was excited over the idea. I also tried to explain why I decided to set it up the way I did.

"Mom, you were never able to tell me whether you were turned on watching two women make love . . . or whether you were turned on fantasizing about me. Let's start off this way - watching Erin and Cheryl - and see what that does for you. If you decide that wasn't it, we'll talk again. Okay?"

She reached over and took my hand in hers. "Thank you so much, Cat. I'm sorry I have made this so terribly difficult for you."

I met her gaze and looked into those familiar emerald eyes for a moment, which, in many ways, was like looking into a mirror. It was very different between us now. But I wasn't sad about it, and I didn't think the difference was a bad thing.

"That's alright Mom. Dealing with these issues can be very difficult. I'll do everything I can to help you."

"I love you, sweetie."

I smiled at her. "And I love you too, Mom."

My mother leaned across the table to kiss me. Her movement did not surprise me at all, since we've always been affectionate. I instinctively leaned towards her, but this time when our lips touched she held the kiss for several seconds longer than she typically did. I didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but I knew it was not my imagination because I felt myself kissing her back.

Minutes later I sat on Sara's front steps sorting out what just happened. My mother and I have kissed each other on the lips countless times before. Yet this time it was different and I knew that she felt it too. Before I could over-analyze the situation Sara's car turned into the driveway and her headlights washed over me, bringing me back to reality.

When Sara got out of the car I met her with a tight embrace and gave her a kiss designed to curl her toes. We kissed standing there for a minute or two and I thought I knew where we'd probably wind up after that sort of greeting. As we began to slowly separate I gently bit down on Sara's bottom lip and held it just a fraction longer, before releasing it. 

"Baby, I'm so, so sorry to keep you waiting. This is yours; I don't know why I didn't think about giving you this until tonight."

I looked down and Sara was handing me a key, which I suspected was for the house.

"Wow, you mean I actually get my own key to your house?"

Sara pulled me into another embrace and kissed me again.

"Absolutely . . . and I was hoping that you would begin to start thinking about the house as ‘our' house."

I looked up into her loving eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Sara."

We went inside and got comfortable on the sofa with our legs tangled together, eating a couple burgers that Sara brought home for us. I looked around and I just could not believe how blessed I was.

"So how was your day?" I asked in between bites.

Sara had just finished her burger and was sipping on a huge Diet Pepsi.

"Well, let's see. I missed you terribly. Then I spent the morning in court watching Cheryl's closing argument in a child molestation case. That lady is one heck of a trial lawyer."

I put the rest of my burger down on the wrapper and took a sip of Sara's Diet Pepsi and nodded.

"Is she better than you?" I asked playfully.

Sara leaned over and kissed me and gave me her best seductive smile. "No one's better than me, baby."

I smiled and she laughed and we kissed again. But then she seriously considered the question for a moment.

"It's hard to say exactly whether she's better. When it comes to judging a trial lawyer's competence there are so many different styles. Don't forget, she's about ten years older than me, so she's been doing this stuff a lot longer. I guess I'd say she's probably better or perhaps more polished than me by virtue of the additional experience. I'm sure I'll be able to learn a lot from her."

"I'm sorry, are we still talking about being a better lawyer or were you referring to something else?"

Sara smiled and took the drink from my hands and put it on the table. Then she leaned towards me and I felt her hand working its way under my shirt cupping my breast. I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt her index finger and thumb find their way to my nipple.

"I love your body," she whispered.

"Mmmm, I so love the way you make it feel." I responded dreamily.

I could feel her warm breath on my face and then I felt her lips against mine and I responded passionately. She kissed me for several minutes before I felt her tongue seeking entry. I opened my mouth eagerly. As I felt her tongue enter I slowly closed my teeth to gently bite down on her. Then I released her and I began to suck her tongue into my mouth, holding onto it for several minutes before I felt her slowly pull away and exit.

"I want you to remove your clothes and lie on the sofa. Put the pillows under you so I have access." She whispered again.

Her words interrupted my trance. I stood up and slowly removed my clothes, never taking my eyes away from Sara's lustful gaze. Before I positioned myself on the sofa, I dragged my index finger across the cleft of my pussy and moved the wet finger to Sara's mouth. She opened it eagerly and I felt her close her lips around my finger and begin sucking slowly. I closed my eyes and felt my lubrication continue to flow. When I slowly removed my finger from her mouth, I positioned myself on the sofa with my bottom high in the air, as my lover requested.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 05



Moments later I took a deep breath as I felt Sara's tongue kiss and lick the area around my puckered little star. Erin was the only lover I ever had who paid attention to my ass, and I was surprised to learn how incredibly erogenous this area was.

Sara's fingers entered me and began a rhythmic cadence inside my pussy, then withdrawing, and then repeating the same motion again and again. It was very slow and methodical at first, but she gradually started to increase her pace.

It was at that time I felt the full length of Sara's tongue enter my ass. Methodically she continued to plunge in and out. Between the stimulation I was receiving in my pussy and the wonderful new sensations driving me wild in my ass, I felt as limp as a rag doll and I was in girlie heaven.

Sara was building me up to an intense climax. I was besieged by so many wonderful feelings I just wanted it to go on forever. There's nothing better than the attention received by a woman's pussy, but I have to admit what she was doing to my ass was a close second.

I have no idea how long Sara carefully kept me on the edge, but sometime before I thought I'd pass out I felt her fingers locate and begin to apply pressure to my ‘G' spot. That was all it took to push me over the coveted edge.

The harder I seemed to buck, the more intense was the pressure I received from Sara in both areas. After my second orgasm began to finally subside, I felt Sara's tongue and fingers begin to withdraw and I realized my trip to heaven was coming to an end. 

I was stretched out on the sofa absolutely motionless. I'm sure I looked more sated than I thought was possible. I heard Sara stand and remove her clothes, before moving to the sofa beside me. As she began to kiss me around my neck and ears, I felt her finger work its way inside my ass. As spent as I was, I felt my sphincter tighten lovingly around her.

"Ohh yes . . . I so love what you're doing to me."

Sara continued to kiss me everywhere she could reach, while her finger continued to service my tight little back door. My eyes were closed and I felt as if I were floating on a cloud. This time Sara wasn't trying to make me climax. This time she was just playing and I could tell the difference. I mustered all my strength to speak.

"I'll give you ten years to quit doing that."

She laughed playfully in my ear, before she spoke in her whisper-like tone that I love hearing.

"Oh baby, the things I want to do to you and that incredible body. I've waited for you my whole life, and now that I finally found you I just wanna treasure all of our time together. I intend to spoil you rotten with as much love and affection as you can handle."

Those words were music to my ears.

"Mmmm, sounds wonderful. That's totally alright with me. You own me lover, do whatever you like – whenever you like," I said, in a near dream-like trance.

"Do you mean that, baby?"

I was way too satisfied to think about the import of her question for more than a nanosecond. I had no way of knowing my immediate response would also open the door to areas I never previously imagined.

"Absolutely."

Sara kept kissing me and playing with my ass for another half hour, before she suggested we go to bed. And though I really liked the sound of that suggestion, I told her I didn't think I could move a muscle and I thought she should just leave me there on the sofa. But on our first night together in the house she wasn't about to let that happen.

When the alarm went off at 4:30 it didn't sound any better in Sara's house than it did in mine. But aside from that minor unpleasantry, everything else was different. Everything else was perfect. Seeing Sara's face as soon as I opened my eyes changed the way I viewed the entire world and I even sensed a difference in my usually terrific attitude. 

We moved towards each other and smiled and then we kissed.

"C'mon lover, up and at ‘em," she said with that incredibly sexy smile.

We began our stretches on the front lawn and Sara watched as I reeled off two hundred sit-ups in less than nine minutes.

"Holy cow, you're absolutely amazing. No wonder you look like that. I have to start doing that myself."

I laughed as we started running in our usual direction. After running about a mile I started to get Sara caught up on my conversation with Erin and my mother's response. I don't know exactly why, but I decided to leave out the part about the prolonged kiss.

She was excited by the idea and agreed that watching Erin and Cheryl was a terrific alternative to our dicey situation. When we finally finished our run we exchanged a quick kiss, and then we went in opposite directions, as I wished Sara good luck in her first trial as a Texas lawyer.

The rest of the week passed quickly, as we all quietly seemed to be looking forward to the arrival of Saturday evening with different levels of anticipation. Several days ago I would have dreaded this event, but even I was excited and Sara was . . . well, I was having a hard time exactly understanding how Sara was feeling about the whole thing.

Since I had orchestrated the entire evening, and Sara had already confessed to a serious lack of cooking skills, I planned to do all the cooking. I had already purchased all the ingredients for a pretty impressive lasagna dinner at the house for Saturday night. Unfortunately, I had to cheer at an out-of-town football game in Sugarland on Friday. So I was in for a long day Friday and what could turn into an even longer day on Saturday.

Erin and Cheryl would be over for dinner around 7:30 and then the night would be wide open as to what might happen next. Sara didn't have the kind of theater room in her house that Erin did, so I couldn't easily replicate that scenario. But I had another idea I thought might work just as well to achieve the desired result. 

I really wanted to spend time with Sara all day on Saturday, but I was just too busy getting everything ready. She stayed in her office working most of the day, but she'd occasionally come out to the kitchen to taunt me. 

I think our little self-imposed separation was harder on her than it was on me though, because the last time she came out she was totally naked. She proceeded to drop to her knees and lick me to a wonderful orgasm, while I leaned on the kitchen counter with my cut-offs down around my ankles. I guess I told her she could have me anytime and anyplace she wanted, and I was starting to get a sense of what that offer might actually entail.

Except for that pleasant mid-day diversion, I stayed pretty much on task. By 5:15 everything was ready and I went home to shower, get dressed and put on my makeup.

When I got home my mother was already in her room getting ready. I knew she was a bundle of nerves. She must have asked me a dozen times over the last couple days what she should wear. All I could tell her was just dress sexy and everything else will fall into place.

After my shower I spent a good deal of time on my eyes and lips. When I stepped back and looked in the mirror I was pretty pleased. My eyes drifted to a little surprise that I had picked up early Friday afternoon for Sara, and I was hoping she'd love it as much as I did. I finally worked up the nerve to get my clitoral hood pierced, and the one inch gold ring looked like the perfect accessory for a pussy that craved a lot of attention.

Throughout the day I thought about what I might wear and I eventually decided on a combination of sexy and slutty. I put on white stay-up thigh-highs, a white suspender mini-skirt that fell just a couple of inches past my crotch, a hot pink top that was tailored by yours truly to barely cover my boobs which had the words ‘Girl Toy" emblazoned across the chest in gold glitter, and six inch white platform slides. Stepping back, I looked at myself in the mirror again and smiled. Yup, I do believe that Sara will definitely approve.

It was after 7:00. After I came out of my room I heard my mother's door open. I stopped in the living room anxiously awaiting the results of her day-long efforts. When she walked into the room I was speechless. I had never seen my mother dressed anything like this before and I knew she must have visited Victoria's Secret sometime during the week.

She was wearing a black lycra halter slip mini dress that came to her upper thighs, and when she walked I could almost see the line from the matching g-string I was certain was hiding underneath. In a pair of black patent leather four-inch heels my mother looked stunning. I could feel my mouth getting noticeably dry.

She walked up to me as if this was how we always dressed around the house and leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips, careful not to smear our lipstick.

"Cat, you look absolutely sinful."

I was still staring into my mother's eyes unsure of the strange feelings I was now experiencing. She held my gaze for a minute or two until I was finally able to speak.

"Mom . . . is . . . is that really you?"

She smiled. "Of course it is sweetie . . . I'm so glad you approve. I agonized over what to wear and when I saw this in the store yesterday I just knew it would be perfect."

I nodded silently in agreement and she smiled.

"C'mon Mom, ah . . . let's head over to Sara's. I'm kind of the cook, waitress and hostess tonight."

To the casual neighborhood observer I cannot imagine what might have raced through their minds if they had a chance to watch me and my mom walk over to Sara's. If we were living in downtown Houston I'm sure we would have been solicited a dozen times before we got to her front door. 

When I opened the door and walked in ahead of my mother Sara came strutting out from the bedroom to greet me. She was in her bare feet wearing a black draped halter dress with an extreme deep-plunge front. The dress had a sexy asymmetrical hem I just loved. She looked terrific and I could tell by the way she smiled at me she was extremely pleased with my efforts.

She put her arms around me and started to kiss me. That was when my mother walked in. 

"Ah-hum, hi ladies."

Sara went rigid in my arms. Her eyes opened and she looked over at my mother standing inside the doorway and then back at me and then at my mother once again, as we slowly parted.

"Oh uhhh . . . hi Colleen."

Then she looked at me. "I wish you would have told me that your mother was right behind you, Cat?"

Colleen came up to us and then hugged Sara.

"It's perfectly fine, Sara. I'm really happy that you two have found each other."

Sara looked at my Mom and then slowly smiled, as she started to hug her back. "I really, really love your daughter Colleen and I promise you that she'll always know that."

My mother smiled at Sara and then kissed her on the cheek. "That's all any parent could ever want for their child. I know how much she loves you and I could not be any happier for you both."

It was strange to stand around and listen to this conversation as if I wasn't even there. But, as awkward as it was, I didn't mind it too much. I really loved what was said by Sara and then by my Mom. I walked up to them in the middle of their embrace and put my arms around them. It was probably a sappy gesture, but in the twenty-first century I guess we constituted some semblance of a family. I think we all seemed to realize that at the same moment.

As we were all fully getting into the group hug we heard a car door close.

"God, I hope that's only Erin and Cheryl, I don't think my heart could handle any more surprises for a while," I said, as I separated from my Mom and Sara and headed to the door to greet them.

I watched Erin and Cheryl as they got out of the car and started to walk up to the door hand-in-hand. I wondered if Sara and I looked that at ease when we were out in public as a couple. Then I realized we have never been out in public as a couple. I vowed that would change - starting tomorrow.

As I pondered that thought further, I realized that today was our anniversary - of sorts. It has been one week since we first met. Wow! It feels so natural being around her. It seems like we've always been together.

"Cat . . . hello, Earth to Cat."

I came back from my out-of-body experience and realized Erin and Cheryl were standing right in front of me. Then Erin whispered to me, as if anyone but Cheryl could hear her.

"Are you high, sweetie?"

For an instant I contemplated the legal ramifications of Erin asking me that question in front of the Deputy District Attorney.

"Oh sorry guys, I was actually looking at you two walking up here and wondered whether Sara and I were that at-ease in public."

Cheryl laughed. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I asked Erin the same question when we watched you guys leave our place last weekend."

We all laughed at the subtle irony.

"By the way Cat, you look utterly incredible. Are we under-dressed for this evening?" Erin asked.

Until now I hadn't even noticed what they were wearing, but as a result of Erin's question I stepped back and looked at what they had on. 

In case I haven't mentioned this before, Erin comes from really incredible genes. Her mother was a first runner-up at the Miss Texas competition when she was Erin's age and I think Erin is much prettier than her mother. She's about 5' 9" – nearly the same height as Sara – and she has very long natural platinum blond hair. Her body shape is very much like mine, fairly narrow, and her measurements are about 34-23-34. If she wears any make-up at all it's usually just lip gloss. After all, sometimes it's just impossible to improve on God's work.

Before she was with Cheryl Erin would always dress to the nines, and with all that firepower at her disposal she could be lethal. Since she's been with Cheryl, she has toned down dramatically. Now she's much more conservative. Today she was wearing a simple floral micro mini skirt, a coral top that left her incredibly tight midriff exposed, and perfectly matching coral flip-flops. I don't know where Erin gets her flip-flops, but she must have colors to match every outfit she owns. I never even knew those things came in that color. 

I know Cheryl is barely in her forties, but she doesn't look it or act it and she certainly doesn't dress like it. She was wearing a draped neck, low cut scarf hem dress in black and matching three inch dress heels. As always, she looked incredible.

"I think you both look terrific and you're certainly not underdressed."

We walked into the house and I introduced my mother to Cheryl. Then everyone exchanged compliments, hugged and kissed. While I made drinks Sara gave Erin and Cheryl a quick tour of the house.

The usual pleasantries went very well, as we all chatted and shared funny stories on the sofa. Thanks to my mother's help I got dinner and the wine served and it turned out to be a real success. I was especially glad to see that Sara was quite taken with my cooking ability, since she was the only one I really cared to impress.

We moved to the patio after dinner and finished our wine and cordials, and we all seemed to be in a very mellow mood. I wondered all week how Erin and Cheryl could become intimate without it being extremely awkward or embarrassing. I suspected that everyone else was wondering the same thing about now. I smiled. After about thirty more minutes they'd all know.

When I thought the timing was about right, I suggested that we all move back to the living room. Of course no one objected, and when they all followed me in they were both surprised and amused to find a ‘Twister' floor mat in front of the sofa. Erin immediately looked over at me and gave me a ‘thumbs up.' 

"Oh wow, I haven't played this game since law school," Cheryl said, with a chuckle.

"I don't think I've played it since high school," my mother added, grabbing Cheryl's arm and laughing.

Now, in case you don't know about Twister, let me fill you in. There's a large 4' X 5' floor mat that's covered in colored circles. There's also a spinner which is divided into quarters by color, and each quadrant specifies either right hand, left hand, right foot or left foot. That's all you get in the box when you buy the game.

With each spin the players must keep their hands and feet on the prescribed color, but two people cannot occupy the same circle. Of course, as you can no doubt imagine, the players are quickly placed in precarious positions and eventually someone is forced to fall. The last one with only their hands and feet on the mat wins. I was not expecting to see a winner tonight.

"Okay, I guess we all know the rules." I began. "Because it suggests that we not exceed four players due to space limitations, I will be the official spinner and the referee."

There were the usual boos and hisses that I expected and we all laughed after they eventually subsided.

"Enough! I suggest that you ALL start to curry a little favor with the referee instead of sneering at her."

Everyone laughed and then Sara came up behind me and started to grind her pussy against my butt.

"I am so into trying to curry favor with the referee," she said playfully.

Of course everyone laughed and I playfully bent over and raised my butt up to Sara and made a mock rotating motion.

"Okay ya'll, off with the shoes and let the games begin," I announced in my best referee-like tone.

There are two ways to play the game. Everyone moves collectively or you spin for the players individually. I thought the latter option would provide more sexual excitement.

The quests went first. But after six spins all four women were on the mat looking at each other and at me, laughing their asses off. Cheryl and Erin had one foot and one hand on the mat, while Mom was still standing upright on both feet. Mom and Cheryl seemed to be barely touching each other, but Sara – who was on both hands- stayed more to the side, away from the other ladies. Now it would start to get interesting.

With the next spin Cheryl now had one hand and two feet on the mat and she was facing away from me. I was sitting comfortably on the sofa less than six feet away and had a great view of her gorgeous ass. Not surprisingly, she was not wearing any panties.

Then my mom went down on a hand next to Cheryl, but not touching her. Now I was getting a pretty good view of my Mom's ass as well and, as I suspected, she was wearing a thong.

Next it was Erin's turn and she positioned herself between Cheryl and Mom, in a way that had her top riding up and her boobs were almost fully exposed to my mother.

I was about to spin for Sara when she put her index finger across her lips and left the mat, coming over to join me on the sofa.

"Shhhh. Keep spinning," she said in a whisper.

She put her index finger in her mouth and then took the wet finger and made her way under my skirt. I moved my thighs apart to make it as easy as I could for her to enter me. I drew a sharp breath when she did, but with all the laughing and other comments going on out there on the mat no one paid any attention to the referee getting pleasured on the sidelines.

"Whoa, someone has gotten her pussy pierced," Sara whispered into my ear, before playfully biting my hoop earring and tugging on it.

"Uh . . . huh. Do you like it?" I barely managed to get the words out.

"Oh yes lover, I like it – I like it very much," she whispered again. "Should I get mine done too?"

I nodded enthusiastically and exhaled deeply, as Sara found my ‘G' spot. 

Over on the mat it was Cheryl's turn.

"Ah . . . right hand – red," I said, this time without even bothering to spin.

Cheryl looked around at the possible combinations available to her and began working herself into a near pretzel. For the life of me I could not figure out what she was trying to accomplish, but when she was finished and was fully situated on the mat it was clear. Cheryl's butt was now less than twelve inches from my Mom's face and the only way she was not getting a great view of Cheryl's pussy was if her eyes were closed.




Caitlin and Sara Ch. 05



Mom was next and when I called out left hand - green, my mother remained motionless.

It was getting very difficult to be the referee. Sara had gotten off the couch and was positioned between my legs, licking me in the most playful manner. Then I placed my legs over her shoulders and she really got serious.

I looked at my mother and she still hadn't moved. "Ah, Mom, I said left hand - green."

My mother suddenly seemed to come out of her coma and she looked around for a green circle. When she found one, she was now positioned alongside Cheryl and they were nearly eye-to-eye, facing each other. Erin's turn was next.

"Left hand – bl uhh . . . blue," I managed, in broken English.

I watched as Erin now moved directly behind Cheryl on all fours. She was no longer concerned with remaining on the circles; I could tell she was finally ready to play. Then she moved her head under Cheryl's dress and I could tell that Cheryl was enjoying every bit of the attention.

I looked at Cheryl's reaction and by the way she inhaled deeply I knew exactly when Erin hit the mark. My mother was still looking into Cheryl's face seemingly oblivious to what Erin was doing, but probably wondering exactly what was happening. I had a feeling the real game was about to begin.

With the way Sara was treating me, it was hard to keep watching the women on the floor, but I had too much at stake not to and I had to know how this was going to play out.

Cheryl now had a dreamy expression on her face and I could see her eyes rolling back a time or two, as Erin worked her magic. I knew what she was experiencing because I was certainly well aware of what Erin's very talented tongue could do. I think my mother was also starting to realize what was happening, but she probably had no idea that she was directly in the center of it all.

I could tell Cheryl wanted some sort of oral activity to distract her and my Mom was too convenient to pass up. She moved her head closer to Mom and their lips slowly met. I thought the kiss was both passionate and beautiful, but what moved me to goose bumps was seeing these two gorgeous older women kissing in front of me. It was one of the most erotic sights I've ever seen.

Sara had repositioned me slightly so that I was now further down on the sofa, giving her better access between my legs. Despite my efforts to the contrary, I closed my eyes as I approached my orgasm and then I locked my legs around Sara's head.

With all the physical and visual stimulation coming at me I knew I was teetering on the edge of a pretty intense climax. As soon as I pulled her head tightly against my pussy Sara stopped licking and then she sucked my entire clit into her mouth. My orgasm erupted inside me and it was so intense it literally made me curl my toes and kick my heels off.

I didn't know how long my eyes had been closed, but when I finally opened them I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Erin, Cheryl and Mom were naked and in a daisy-chain on the floor in front of me.

My mouth nearly fell open. I've been a lesbian all my life and I've never been part of a daisy-chain before. My mother drops in and visits for a couple days and all of sudden she's part of a Cheryl and Erin sandwich. This green-eyed monster was starting to show herself and I knew it.

Sara got up off the floor and sat next to me on the sofa after licking me to an intense orgasm.

"Ummm, just look at your Mom go," she whispered into my ear as she pinched my nipple between her thumb and index finger. "From this vantage point it sure looks like she enjoys playing Twister with Erin and Cheryl."

I turned to look at Sara for an instant and then returned my gaze to the sexfest going on before me.

"Yes, it would certainly seem so."

Sara must have noticed something up in my tone, or perhaps my rancor was more obvious than I thought. She took her freehand and put it to my chin and then gently moved my face towards her.

"Look you . . . I think we both believe in the same thing – a loving, trusting, monogamous relationship . . . am I right?"

I furrowed my brow as I considered her question for a moment. The answer seemed so terribly obvious I thought I might be missing something.

"Yes . . . of course." 

Sara smiled at me when she heard my response, and then she gently ran her nails along my jaw line down to my neck. It always gave me goose bumps when she did that.

She looked at the three women on the floor totally enjoying each other's efforts and then back at me.

"If you want, we can both participate . . . or we can go into the bedroom by ourselves."

I looked at the orgy on the floor and then at Sara. "Is this a test?"

Sara laughed and then hugged me. "Of course not, silly. I think it's safe to say that we both know how we feel about each other. And although my preference is to always have you all to myself, there may be times -- like now for instance -- when I'm willing to make certain allowances. We're both here AND if we both participate, I think we're mature enough to handle it. There may be situations where I WON'T feel that way and I'll certainly let you know it. But today I'm fine whether we stay here and play with them . . . or go off by ourselves in the bedroom. It's entirely your call – BUT, you need to know that there is one important condition."

I nodded and then looked into her eyes. "One condition . . . what's the condition?"

She looked at me for a long time without speaking. I didn't know whether to smile or act serious, so I did neither.

"If you want to join them for the fun of it, that's one thing. If you want to do it because you still have strong feelings for Erin, then I think you owe it to me to come clean. After all, I just walked out of a 5-year marriage for you."

If any other woman would have asked me that question, the answer would have been very difficult. For me now it was absolutely a no-brainer.

"Whoa . . . I don't ever want you to wonder or worry about that – you have no rivals for my love and affection. Let's go into the bedroom."

Her expression went from serious, to emotionless, and then finally tears started to flow from her eyes.

"I think I would have died if you hadn't said that."

We hugged and kissed and hugged again. When we parted she was smiling.

"It was hard for me to let my eighteen year old lover know I had a jealous streak. But now that you've allayed that fear, let's stay."

Now I was getting confused. "Are you really sure you want to?"

She kissed me. "I'm pretty sure. Do you want to be with Erin?"

I looked into her eyes and then at the three women on the floor, who were obviously in utter bliss. Then I looked back at Sara.

"I hope you don't think I'm weird or that I'm some sexual deviant here, but it's not Erin I want to be with. I think I want to . . . I mean I would like to . . ."

I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

Sara studied my expression closely and then looked at the three beautiful bodies squirming on the floor. The sounds of sexual delight and those wondrous female smells were now wafting through the room and I was starting to get moist all over again.

"You little minx, you want to do your mother, don't you?"

My eyes opened wide and for a moment I considered denying it, but I've always been a terrible liar and I also I saw no point in it. I looked down at the sofa cushion between us to avoid her stare and nodded.

Sara used her hand to raise my face, until we were making eye contact once again.

"It's okay baby, there's nothing wrong with those feelings. Do you want to do her or have her do you?"

I didn't need to think about the response this time. 

"Both."

She smiled. "Okay, then let's get into it."

She stood first and then took my hand and helped me off the sofa. We shed the rest of our clothes and then we walked hand-in-hand around the three women trying to determine our point of entry.

Cheryl was pleasuring my mother, so I immediately knew where I wanted to be. I pointed down indicating my preference and Sara nodded. Then she looked around and pointed to my mother licking Erin's pussy. 

"If you take tails, I'll take heads." Sara said, with a smile.

I smiled back and nodded. Then I kneeled down to whisper into Cheryl's ear, while Sara did the same to my mother. It had a sort of rippling effect and caused all three women to stop and reposition themselves in order to widen the circle to let us in.

When my mother looked up and saw that I was going to be servicing her, she was all smiles. She leaned over and kissed me in a very un-motherly sort of way that involved considerable tongue. I wasn't surprised I found myself responding to the kiss.

All three women had to vocally feign shock and surprise at a mother and daughter sexually interacting. At first Mom and I turned a little red and then we finally laughed it off. A minute later everyone seemed to settle back into their new position and I was now staring at something I'd never seen before. 

I was not surprised to see my mother was totally shaved, since that seems to be the style today. And I certainly wasn't surprised to see how incredibly sexy her pussy looked – and it definitely did. What caused me to take a brief moment to deliberate was recognizing that the opening now before me was my portal from the womb to the planet. The entire moment was incredibly moving and beautiful to me.

I knew that Cheryl was licking me, but it did not have the effect on me that I thought it would. I personally think Cheryl is an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman, but I wouldn't trade what she was doing to me now with the way Sara took care of my pussy for all the tea in China. But since I really wanted to focus my attention on pleasuring my mother it was probably a good thing.

I didn't know if I would ever do this to my mother again, but I decided that I was going to give her the best orgasm she ever received from oral sex. And with that goal I began.

I lubricated my index finger with her own lubrication and very slowly worked it inside my mother's ass. Then I started gently kissing and licking her outside labia. It was a dual turn-on for me, not just beginning to orally service my mother, but to also taste Cheryl's saliva as well. It just seemed to make it that much more naughty to me.

After kissing and lightly biting the outside area I moved to the inside labia and used my hand to open the lips and begin to kiss and lick them, while I continued to work my index finger deeper into my mother.

I had no way of gagging how my mother typically responded during sex. If this was Sara I would have been surprised at how wet she was becoming, and because my mother was getting so wet it was really turning me on, something I'm sure Cheryl was now witnessing first hand.

My mother was responding intensely to what I was doing, as I felt her body shudder or spasm frequently. And I guess I could have continued playing with her pussy for hours, but I wanted to make her cum so badly, so I decided to try my best to launch her into orbit.

My index finger was now as far into my Mom's ass as it could go. I continued pulling it out as far as my knuckle and then forcing it back in. I could sense that she was really enjoying it, because she was trying to move her ass back to meet my finger, insuring maximum penetration. Recognizing her efforts for what they were I tried desperately to oblige her.

I used two fingers on my free hand to enter her pussy. As soon as I located her ‘G' spot I felt a huge shudder occur throughout her body. With Sara I would have known immediately that she was getting close to reaching her climax, but had still not cum. However, I had no such experience with my mother to guide me, so I was guessing the entire time.

As I kissed and nibbled on the edge of her inside lips I continued to work one index finger in and out of my mother's ass, as the fingers on my other hand were now in a constant rhythm rubbing against her ‘G' spot. When I thought she had to be getting close to cumming, I sucked her entire clitoral hood into my mouth and then using my tongue, I found that little pearl and I began to ferociously rim the edges of it. I tried to make a mental note to myself that one day I wanted to tell Sara that this was how I wanted her to do me, but I was getting so turned on by what I was doing to my Mom at the moment that I just knew I'd forget.

I don't know how long I had been playing with her clit when I felt spasms that were far more intense than any I previously felt. My mother's body seemed to buck repeatedly and then I got the surprise of my life. I found out my mother was a squirter.

My mother sprayed her fluids all over my face about five separate times. When the first one hit me I tried to catch it all in my mouth and then I realized that the task was just too overwhelming. Before my mother finished I felt my own body begin to spasm and then my own orgasm ripped through me. I had a feeling it was more the result of what happened between me and my mother just now than anything Cheryl had done between my legs.

I stayed there licking and kissing my Mom's very wet pussy for several more minutes. When I felt her roll onto her back I was surprised to see that Sara, Erin and Cheryl were kneeling next to me intently watching everything we were doing. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at them. I didn't know whether to be happy or feel embarrassed. 

My mother had calmed down and turned to see what was happening. That was when Sara bent down and began to lovingly lick my mother's fluids off my face. As soon as Erin and Cheryl saw that, they circled around me and started doing the same thing. It seemed like a primitive mating ritual of sorts, but it was really turning me on.

Five or ten minutes later it was finally quiet in the room as each woman lay on her back feeling totally spent. Each person was touching or stroking someone else and everyone was enjoying the feeling that accompanied the aftermath of a wonderfully fulfilling sexual experience.

Erin got up on her knees and crawled over and kissed me on the lips and then dragged her hand across my pussy and gently pulled on my new gold ring.

"Ohhh . . . easy," I responded.

"Nice piercing there, girl. Let's definitely do this again, Cat. Cheryl and I had a great time, but it's getting late and we need to run."

She kissed me again and started searching for their clothes. I looked up at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see that it was nearly midnight. As I heard the front door open and close moments later, I knew that it was now just Sara, me and Mom.


I sat up with my back against the sofa and immediately saw Sara lying off by herself. Then she got up, crawled over to me, sat down next to me and took my hand in hers and just held it tight without saying anything. My mother was lying on her back directly in front of us and I could see that her breathing was still somewhat accelerated. She opened her eyes and looked at me and then at Sara.

"Holy shit . . . I'm pretty sure that was the most intense orgasm I ever had. Somehow it doesn't seem enough to just say thanks, sweetie."

I smiled at her and then looked at Sara and she smiled at me.

"It was my pleasure, Mom."

Then it occurred to me that I really wanted to get her take on the whole night.

"So tell me Mom . . . was it what you expected or did it disappoint you in any way?"

Using some effort she sat up and criss-crossed her legs and looked at both of us, as she seemed to really consider the question.

"It was really terrific, but I don't think that I would totally swear off guys for good. I guess maybe I must be bisexual. I was as turned on as I have ever been with a guy and for that reason I would definitely like to do this again – especially with you two, if you ever want to invite me back."

I looked at Sara. She looked back at me and we smiled. Then Sara looked at my mother and took her hand.

"Now what kind of lover would I be if I ever came between a loving mother and her daughter? Come to think of it . . . maybe cumming between a loving mother and her daughter is exactly where I want to be."

We all laughed at Sara's comment. Then I stood and winked at Sara and my Mom and I walked towards the bedroom. When I got to the hallway I turned around and looked back at Sara and Mom. They were still seated on the floor watching me.

"Well, c'mon ladies. Cat wants to get your tongue."