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Forbidden Infatuations Ch. 1

By: teniellejd



Louise was driving home from the airport. In the back of the car were her daughter Ashley and her friend from Hungary, Sandy. Both of them talked excitedly, giggling and telling each other stories. Ashley had gone on exchange the year before and lived with Sandy in Hungary; now it was Sandy's turn to live in Australia. Louise imagined it was going to be a testing year with an extra teenager to look after; both of them being eighteen could mean a lot of trouble.

Sandy was a very charming girl with an adorable Hungarian accent, her English faltered and a lot of her words were pronounced with 'v's'; her vowels being drawn out and over stressed but was pleasant to listen to and clear enough to understand. She was also very attractive, blonde hair, petite and athletic figure, very exotic European with slanted blue eyes and high cheekbones. Louise figured she would have to fight off lovesick boys with a broomstick once school started. She sighed. She had enough trouble making sure Ashley, who was also attractive, went out with a decent young man. In the end, she couldn't do much, just hope she made the right decisions.

Dinner at home was a big thing that evening; Louise made her best meal and Sandy told them all about her homeland. Louise's husband, Carl, listened eagerly, taking a shining to the exotic Hungarian since she'd stepped in their home. Louise scowled at him, thinking he was an idiot and wishing he'd focus more on their relationship, which had declined somewhat over the last few years. It was a typical story of a passionless marriage that no couple would think of it happening, but it did happen. The problem wasn't physical, Louise was still appealing to a lot of men; they had both gotten used to each other and sex didn't seem appropriate anymore, to him anyway, thought Louise. The fact that she was thinking about it reminded her how much she craved some attention. Louise liked to read romance novels and fantasize about having an affair with another man, passionate and fulfilling and plenty of lusty sex.

After dinner, when Louise was in bed reading, Carl got into bed, sidling next to her until she could feel his large erection against her thigh. He stroked her in the way she knew would leave to the obvious. She was reminded of Sandy and thought the only reason he was horny was because of the pretty blonde girl. When she figured it out, it had been at least two months since they'd last had sex.

Carl kissed her on the cheek and slid his hand under her nightie, feeling one of her large breasts. Louise was attractive for her late thirties; she had rich brown hair and a generous figure, firm and taught in the right places. She was still and object of desire and lust from all types of men, Carl's erection against her thigh reminded her of that.

'Did you like Sandy?' she commented, still reading as he continued to fondle her.

'Yes,' he said, 'She's a very nice girl.'

'Very attractive girl, don't you think?' said Louise, looking at him from the corner of her eye. Carl, absorbed with fondling her breasts, didn't notice.

'Yes, she's very exotic don't you think? Blonde hair, wonderful eyes,' he said.

Louise kept quiet. So he did like her, she thought, feeling rejected. But then what's wrong with that? She was attractive that was true; any man would be attracted to her. If it was a young man, could she say he found him attractive? Louise didn't think so, it didn't seem right. It wasn't proper for a woman to be attracted to a young man, but for Carl or a man his age, anything was acceptable. It annoyed her and she felt like turning away Carl's exploring hands but decided not to, if it was going to make him horny, she might as well make the most of it.

Louise reached inside his pajamas and felt his cock. It was thick and long and she was surprised at how stiff it was. She didn't remember it being this stiff last time.

Carl took off his pajama bottoms with a smile, his cock pointing up at the ceiling. Louise was getting wet at the sight of it, realizing how much she missed a good cock. She lifted up her nightie and turned on her side, exposing her sex to him, her pink pussy glistening with excitement of his cock. She couldn't be bothered with foreplay, it had been a long day; she just wanted to fuck.

Carl didn't mind and he lay behind her, filling her to the hilt with one steady thrust of his pelvis. Louise gasped and moaned as he began fucking her easily, slapping against her soft ass. Louise like being fucked on her side, it was her favorite position. Carl pumped away for a good ten minutes until she felt him getting more urgent, his thrusting speeding up and then finally, cumming right inside her, his body jerking until it was all out, then he withdrew with a tired sigh.

Louise had enjoyed the fuck but hadn't quite gotten off and was disappointed that he stopped. He had fucked her well, but she felt like he was just doing it to get it over and done with, like he needed relief. Once again she thought of Sandy and she knew the reason. He was pretending he had been fucking the young Hungarian.

Carl dozed off to sleep and Louise stayed awake for a while, thinking of her declining sex life. Once she was sure Carl was asleep she finished herself off, one of her fantasy relationships in mind, a muscular man with no face, just a perfect body and thick cock that fucked to please her for as long as she demanded. She came and then went to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, Sandy settled in pretty well. School started and things were fine. Carl was friskier with Sandy around as Louise had expected and she knew it was only because of Sandy that she received extra attention. Louise wasn't sure whether to thank Sandy or burst into tears. It made her depressed and she began to reject his promiscuous behavior. He had grown selfish during sex, only bothering to satisfy him, like she was a piece of meat. It showed her where Carl's priorities were in their relationship.

Sandy was getting a lot attention from the boy at school. Ashley and her frequently double dated. Now Louise had to keep her eye on two almost grown women and her other thirteen-year-old daughter Ally; and her frisky born-young-again husband who she noticed had resurrected his old stash of porno videos from under the house. It disgusted her. Sandy was disobedient and innocent at the same time, making it hard to punish her; and it gave Ashley a good excuse to misbehave and not listen. They often stayed out later than midnight, which was Louise's standard time for them getting home while they were studying for their final year. When she told them off, Carl would let them off lightly, making Louise the bad parent. After awhile, Louise began to feel trapped with a husband she didn't love anymore and two girls that didn't like being told what to do.

One day, two months after school had started, Ashley went up the coast with her boyfriend for the weekend, unsupervised and without parents. Louise was appalled at the idea, thinking it to be nothing more than a teenage sex romp, but Carl let her go, they argued and she gave in. Things were getting worse between them. Sandy had another date that Saturday night, so she would have to keep her eyes on her. She didn't want to be an irresponsible parent, what Sandy's parents think? Louise told her to be home by midnight and waited up for her, watching movies. At one o'clock the porch light came on. Louise had dozed off and she awoke disorientated. She looked at the clock and sighed.

Louise waited, wondering what was taking Sandy so long to come through the door. She went to the window; her dressing gown wrapped tightly and peeked outside. Sandy had her arms around the neck of some handsome school friend, her mouth wide open as they kissed slowly, enjoying each other's tongues. Louise watched the kiss for long moments. Gently they came in at each other; then pulled back and then in, there mouths hardly separating. Louise was intrigued at how adult it looked considering Sandy was only eighteen. The boyfriend was feeling up and down her back and then lower until her was squeezing her firm little ass, pulling her lithe body right against his crotch. Sandy responded by moaning and kissing him a little faster.

Louise tore her gaze away from the window and promptly went to the door, determined to do the right thing ... that is stop it immediately. She opened the door briskly. 'Sandy come in now please.'

Sandy unlocked her lips and turned, looking embarrassed at being caught. So did the boyfriend, he smiled nervously and said goodbye.

'You were meant to be here an hour ago,' Louise complained sharply once the door was closed.

'I sorry,' said Sandy in her thick accent, which made her sound extremely innocent, making Louise feel sorry for her. 'I lost track of time.'

'Just go to bed,' said Louise quietly. Sandy left, her pretty face downtrodden. Louise sighed and turned off the lights, not particularly wanting to sleep in her bed with Carl, a thought that depressed her.

She went in her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She felt guilty busting Sandy like that in the middle of her kiss. I don't have to ruin her love life, she thought to herself. Or Ashley's. It made her determined to put things right. She wanted to relax and not take things out on her kids. She was going to start right away by telling Sandy she was sorry.

Sandy's light was still on in her room. Louise walked down the hallway to her room when she stopped. She could hear noises, soft, gentle moaning coming from behind the door and knew it was Sandy. It was her masturbating she guessed, feeling jealous of her position, to be young and sex free again.

Louise was about to turn around, but instead she decided to watch her do it. It intrigued her to think she was so sexually active for her age. She assumed Ashley was probably the same way. She crept closer to the door and looked through the crack and froze at the view it gave her.

Sandy was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed only in her pajama top, which was unbuttoned, exposed, her small breasts sticking out, her red nipples poking stiffly in the air in arousal. Louise's gaze was there only there for a few seconds until she saw Sandy was naked below the waist, her right knee draw up, the heel on the edge of the bed, her pink vagina fully exposed; Sandy's left middle finger was rubbing over her clit with expert timing. It was slow and methodic, like it had been done many times before. Her right hand held one of her pussy lips taught and wide open, reminding Louise of a rose petal, it was a soft fluorescent pink, her tiny little vagina sphincter was exposed, a decent amount of moisture on it. Sandy was moaning, her circling middle finger would rub slow and then a little faster, then slower again, her eyes closed, visualizing her fantasy lover, or her boyfriend; Louise could only guess, but the way her eye were squinting she knew was thinking hard, perhaps as she found the right thought, her middle finger would move faster and more urgently. Then after a while she raised her finger to her mouth, wet it with her tongue and then lowered it back to sex to continue her self-joy.

The sight mesmerized Louise; it was so lustful and practiced so professionally that it made her head swim. She felt herself getting wet. Sandy's bum looked soft and inviting, her pink asshole was wet with moisture from her pussy. All Louise could think of was how pink Sandy's pussy was, it almost glowed. It was fascinating, even beautiful, sacred, holy and lewd at the same time. Sandy continued her clitoral onslaught for a few minutes and then dipped her middle finger deep into her young pussy, arching her head back with a loud sigh, pushing her breasts up. She thrust in and out of her tight hole, then used the middle finger of her other hand and synchronized fucking herself with both fingers. She bit her lip to keep out from yelling out in ecstasy.

Louise walked away from the door. She was wide awake now, thinking of Sandy. She thought about how she'd been treating her as a child, when after witnessing that display, she realized that she was a woman and so was Ashley. Suddenly she felt a respect for Sandy, even thought of her with awe at her sexual liberation. Sandy had obviously been turned on by her night out with her boyfriend and had to relieve herself. Louise hadn't been so knowledgeable of her own body when she'd been Sandy's age. She tried to sleep, but all she could see was that pink pussy and that glossy painted fingernails, rubbing that little clit. The wetness, the moaning, the stiff nipples, the bite of her lip, her closed eyes. It wouldn't let her sleep. Annoyed she shifted around in her bed, but after twenty minutes she was still awake.

Carefully she raised both her legs, like she was in a missionary position and felt herself downstairs, careful not wake Carl. She began to masturbate, exactly as she'd seen Sandy doing it. To her surprise it was a cut above her normal technique; she masturbated until orgasm, twisting and turning, trying not to cry out and ultimately surprised at how good it was.

Once she'd settled down, she thought about it, through the whole session she had Sandy in her head, more so her pussy, that beautiful pink pussy. The Hungarian beauty. She imagined how she would say 'fuck me' it would sound like 'vfark me'. Eventually Louise got to sleep. The next day, Louise tried to forget about the incident, but when Sandy came down for breakfast she couldn't help but stare at the foreign blonde teenager. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that hugged the curves of her slender legs. It seemed strange to Louise to see her wearing clothes after having nothing but the thought of her masturbating in head since the night before. Louise stared at Sandy's crotch when she thought she wasn't looking, wanting to see her naked vagina again, but insisting to herself that she didn't. Louise wasn't a lesbian, she'd never had any thought or experiences with another woman, it didn't turn on in the slightest. She was forming a crush on the young Hungarian, she liked to watch her, the way she smiled and laughed, she began to listen to her more and wanted to be around her all the time. Louise didn't think she had any sexual feelings for Sandy, besides wanting to see her pussy and watch her masturbate. It was odd. Louise wondered if she needed therapy. She figured it was some sort of magnetic attraction, which others felt as well. Everyone loved Sandy, both her daughters, her pathetic husband. She'd made lots of friends already in her short time at school; she was an outgoing intelligent girl with a very pink pussy.

Louise began to relax more, spend a lot more time with her daughters and Sandy. It made her feel young again, not a middle aged worried mother. She kept her eyes on Sandy's body frequently, hoping for a peek up her skirt and getting some occasionally, she showed her how to cook and watched television with her, wanting to sit near her and hear more about her social life and her homeland. Louise would watch her with shining eyes, listen to anything she said and laugh at anything Sandy thought was funny. If it was funny to Sandy that it was funny to her. Louise hadn't had much luck in getting a glimpse of her naked or catching her masturbating again, she had tried, feeling guilty sneaking around the house but had never caught her since that first night. She wanted to watch Sandy in the shower, watch how she cleaned herself, dried herself, combed her hair, but Sandy kept the bathroom door closed.

One evening, Louise was waiting for Sandy and Ashley to come home after a night out. When they got home, she was surprised to find that both of them were drunk, especially Sandy, who could barely stand up and kept leaning on Ashley, who thought it was hilarious. Louise wasn't impressed with either of them and she sent Ashley to bed, putting her arm around Sandy, helping her to her room. She felt a rush of excitement at having the object of her infatuation so close. Louise couldn't be mad with Sandy and her teenage perfume made her dizzy with a strange kind of love that descended around her. She was in love with her, wanting to be her mum.

Sandy leaned heavily on Louise, her arm around her shoulder, her small breasts touching her larger ones. Sandy's body was strong yet supple at the same time, Louise enjoyed having her arm around her.

'Come on sweetheart,' said Louise, stroking her hair lovingly. 'Time for bed.'

Sandy gave a drunken smile and surprised Louise by hugging then kissing her on the cheek. 'Thanks mum,' she murmured and held her for a long time. Louise hugged her tightly.

'You're my daughter now,' she said possessively. 'You're my daughter Sandy, I want to be your mum from now on.'

'You are my mum,' agreed Sandy then started giggling.

Louise smiled and led her over to the bed. She sat Sandy down and began undressing her, as Sandy seemed incapable. With trembling hands and her heart racing at seeing her naked again, she removed Sandy's top, her naked breasts showing, petite and perky. Sandy didn't seem to mind her nakedness and tried to stand up and remove her dress, nearly falling over. Louise quickly caught her.

'Easy sweetie,' she said soothingly. She removed the short skirt for Sandy until she was standing in her shoes and white panties. She pushed her back on the bed, and noticed she could see the crease of her vagina through panties. Louise began to remove Sandy's shoes and socks, keeping her eyes on Sandy's underwear. Then once she was finished, she was disappointed that she would have to leave, then a thought struck her.

'Do you want to sleep with your undies or without?' she asked.

Sandy turned on her back. 'Without,' she said with a smile.

Louise heart skipped a beat and reverently began to move Sandy's teenage panties off her slender hips, slowly until her small tuft of blonde pubic hair was showing and then more, revealing her little crease. She took them off her ankles, and then told Sandy to get off the bed so she could put the covers over her. Sandy sat up and Louise got a brief glimpse of her pink opening as she swung her legs over the side. Once she was up, Louise removed the covers so she could lie back down, then reluctantly she covered up the sexy teenager, making her snug with the doona right up to her neck.

Sandy kept smiling the whole time in drunken contentment. Louise sat on the bed with her, stroking her hair like she was one of her own daughters.

'Goodnight angel,' she said.

'Goodnight mother,' said Sandy. They kissed each other on the cheek. Louise stared adoringly into Sandy's blue eyes, not want to leave her alone.

'Now if you need anything my room is just down the hall,' she said, unnecessarily, 'don't be afraid to wake me up. Sleep well.'

Sandy smiled again and turned on her side. Louise stared at her for long moment, not wanting to leave, but finally did. She went into kitchen and made herself a sandwich. Then twenty minutes later she checked in on Sandy again, to make sure she was ok. She was sleeping soundly.

The next morning the girls both looked pale and tired after their binge drinking. Sandy looked glamorous even when she was tired, thought Louise and served her up some breakfast with a smile. Sandy smiled back at her warmly, having not forgotten her kindness from the night before. The rest of the day was spent moping around the house and doing homework. Louise helped Sandy and then made her favorite dinner, much to everyone else's surprise. This was the third time this week. Later when she was in bed with Carl, it was now his turn to be suspicious of her treatment of Sandy.

'Why are you so eager to please Sandy all of a sudden?' he asked.

'She comes home drunk and you make her favorite dinner and don't do anything for Ashley?'

'Oh shutup, you let them off lightly when they came home late the other weeks,' she snapped, distracted from her reading.


Forbidden Infatuations Ch. 1



'Well I didn't cook them their favorite meal,' Carl grumbled.

'That's because you can't fucking cook can you?' said Louise, and then sniggered.

'Jesus,' he said, 'Just don't leave Ashley and Ally out of the picture alright? They looked a little confused.'

'For Christ sake Carl,' said Louise, exasperated and throwing down her book, 'the poor kids come a million miles from her homeland and doesn't have a mum to look after her and it my job to make sure she feels loved.'

'Well you weren't like that when she first got here, why the change?'

'Because I didn't see that she was so lonely and lost, she needs a good mother and a friend,' she said.

'What? She's a grown woman, she hasn't shown any signs of homesick and she's good friends with Ashley.'

'Just shutup alright Carl? Its bad enough I'm still sharing a bed with you, the least you can do is keep your mouth shut,' she said. 'You know nothing about women anyway, except how to piss them off.'

The conversation stopped for a few minutes. Carl was right, she didn't want Ashley to think there was any favoritism, but that didn't mean she had to agreed verbally with him.

'Are we still getting separated?' he said after a time.

'Yes,' said Louise straight away. 'The sooner the better.'

'What about the kids?'

'They know what's going on,' she said, 'It'll be a relief for everyone.'

One month later Carl and Louise got separated. It wasn't an emotional event, it was quite simple; Carl moved to another house only a few suburbs away taking Ally with him, leaving Louise with Ashley and Sandy. No one was upset; everyone was old enough to understand. Louise was overjoyed with her freedom, wondering why she hadn't pressed for a separation sooner. Now she felt free, like she was single again. It was fun having the house with just the girls. Louise went out with friends on the weekend and she was free to pursue her crush on Sandy, uninhibited.

Sandy was also becoming closer to her adopted mother, they spent a lot of time together watching television and chatting after school. Sandy would lean her head on her shoulder as they watched television together. Louise loved it; she put her arms around her and held her close, worshipping the lovely teenager. Everynight she tucked her in bed and gave her a kiss, sometimes they chatted for an hour before Sandy went to sleep. Some nights Louise helped Sandy undress, slowly unbuttoning her clothes and helping her into her pajamas, like she was her little girl. Sandy loved the attention and liked to hear Louise's stories about her life. Louise even made some up to keep her happy. Sandy listened to every word she said with a smile, resting her head on her lap.

One day after school, Sandy came home and sat down to watch the four thirty soap opera with Louise, who held her close and let her rest her head on her shoulder.

'How was school sweetie?' she said, rubbing her shoulder.

'Good,' said Sandy, 'I think I need some clothes, new clothes and underwear.'

'Oh really?' said Louise, excited by the thought of Sandy trying on lingerie in a shop.

'Yes look,' said Sandy, and staring at Louise, lifted up her school uniform dress showing her white undies. 'What you think?'

Louise stared at surprise and excitement at seeing the girl's crotch again, thinking the underwear looked fine, but if Sandy wanted more, she would buy them for her.

'They look okay,' said Louise, still staring, 'but I'll buy you some more anyway. Perhaps you want some more sexy, like black lace, something more mature, these are very girlish.'

Sandy smiled and left her skirt hitched up, noting Louise's reaction. 'You like to look yes?'

Louise went red and stopped looking. 'What do you mean?'

'I see you look my skirt,' said Sandy simply, then added, 'It's okay, I don't mind.'

Louise was dumbfounded and uncomfortable at being caught out; she didn't want to admit that she liked looking at Sandy's body.

'I want you to look,' continued Sandy, noticing her confusion and embarrassment.

'That's ok,' said Louise, looking into her blue eyes. 'You don't have to.'

'I want you to,' repeated Sandy.

'Really?'

'Yes.'

'Ok,' said Louise, feeling stupid. She looked at Sandy's panty covered crotch. Sandy lifted her skirt up further so she could see more.

'Is good?' she asked.

'Beautiful,' said Louise, stroking her hair.

'You want me to take off?' she asked.

Louise felt a rush of blood to her head at the thought of seeing Sandy's naked vagina again and nodded, unable to mouth yes. Sandy did as she asked straight away, lifting her bum off the couch and taking her panties down to her ankles, then looked at Louise for approval. Louise stared at the little tuft of blonde hair and the little crease of her vagina, it was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen and she felt very aroused at being so close to it.

'You like?' said Sandy.

'Yes Sandy very much,' said Louise. 'Your so beautiful.'

'Thank you,' she said, 'I show you when you want to see, ok?'

Louise kissed her hair and rubbed her shoulder again. 'Thank you.' She thought it must have been a ludicrous sight, a half naked teenager with a middle aged woman sitting together watching a soap opera.

'When does Ashley get home?' she asked, worried that they would get caught.'

'I think, not to six,' said Sandy, 'She won't see, don't worry mum.'

Louise kissed her hair again and held her lovingly, thrilled that Sandy would let her see her when she wanted to look, she only had to ask. She loved her even more now; realizing she was smart enough to know her needs and wants. She feasted her eyes on the beautiful sight. Sandy's thighs were together, making a v crease at her pelvis, the wonderful tan skin and the curves of her thighs were exquisite, the little tuft of blonde hair was so fine it could have been weaved out of gold, the top of her crease was delicately carved into the young woman, her pink secrets hidden tight and secure in her young womanhood. Louise was lost in gazing into its perfection. She noticed after a time, Sandy was staring at her; the slanted blue eyes hung lazily half closed, as she did sometimes when she was relaxed, she smiled when Louise looked at her.

'Do you want me to stop looking?' said Louise.

'Not, please look,' said Sandy, 'I like watching you beautiful face watch me, with so much love.'

Louise was flattered that she thought she was beautiful. She was indeed attractive, but she hadn't been made to feel special for a long time. They both sat there for another half an hour before Sandy put her panties back on and lowered her school dress, incase Ashley got home early.

That night, after Ashley had gone to bed, Louise was excited about tucking Sandy in for the evening knowing that she was allowed to look at her pussy with Sandy's permission. She came in her room and closed the door. Sandy smiled and was already undressing.

'You tuck me in now?' she asked.

Louise nodded. Sandy continued undressing until she was completely naked, her lithe body looked inviting in the soft light. Louise helped her into her pajamas, placing the top. Sandy stopped her from buttoning it up, leaving it open like a jacket.

'You want to watch again?' she asked innocently.

Louise nodded again. Sandy turned to the bed, displaying her firm little ass as she took off the covers and lay down on the bed. She didn't cover herself up, but lay practically naked, her nightshirt only just covering her nipples, leaving a line of her fine skin from her pubic hair, between her small cleavage and then to her head. She patted the bed where Louise usually sat, indicating for her to come over, her eyes not leaving her.

Louise sat next to her, trembling at the new development in their relationship. She was very aroused by the young woman and wanted to hold her again in her arms. Sandy sensed this and put her head on lap with a contended sigh, Louise stroked her hair and told her a story as she always did, finding it hard to concentrate with the naked girl so close, her warm body and sweet smell.

After the story was over, Sandy looked up at her from her lap, her eyes half closed and lazy, like a cats. Louise stroked her face, loving her blue eyes. She looked at her body again and could smell that Sandy was aroused; her sweet perfume made her feel aroused too. Sandy stared at her, their thoughts connecting.

'Do you need to masturbate?' said Louise, a little awkwardly. Sandy stared up at her and nodded. There was silence. Louise wasn't sure if Sandy wanted her to leave, she wanted to stay and watch her, but didn't have the courage to ask.

'You want to watch me?' asked Sandy with a smile, reading Louise's mind.

Louise kept the excitement out of her voice. 'Yes that'd be nice, if it's okay with you?'

Sandy nodded and slowly sat up. 'I want you to hold me, like on couch,' she said.

'Ok,' said Louise, nearly melting on the bed. She took off her shoes and sat on the bed behind Sandy, who leaned back against her, her beautiful head resting on the older woman's breasts. Louise held her around her waist awkwardly for a long moments and then began to relax, enjoying the warmth of Sandy's body and the view; she could see right down Sandy's cleavage, the nightshirt had come open, her small and red nipples were hard and standing at attention. Sandy opened her thighs and wet her middle finger with her tongue. Then she lowered it to her little bud and began circling it around slowly, moaning straight away. Louise's breath became quicker as she watched her, she could feel the gentle rise and fall of Sandy's breathing becoming faster, she could feel her heart beating against her body. She could smell her hair and sweet breath.

Sandy spread open her delicate rose petal with her left hand and rubbed her clit with the right, once again Louise could see the exquisite pink of her inner vagina, and her breathing became heavier as did Sandy's who was approaching orgasm. Every movement Sandy made was felt by Louise, she could feel her pelvis tightening as she approached orgasm, her arching back pressed hard in Louise's breasts, her face came up almost on Louise's shoulder. Louise came watching her, she closed her eyes tightly, her mouth shut, breathing hard through her nose, the orgasm was tense and long, unbelievable, like nothing she'd ever had. When it was beginning to subside, Sandy's orgasm was just beginning, she rubbed her clit hard until she reached her moment of peak, her body tensing. Louise held her throughout her orgasm, stroking her hair until she calmed down. They both lay there, recovering for long minutes. Then Louise got up and gently lay Sandy back down on the bed, she looked into her eyes and stroked Sandy's soft face.

'That was wonderful,' said Sandy, holding Louise's hand. Louise smiled and got her pajamas bottoms off the floor and helped her put them on, noticing how much moisture was all over her vagina and her inner thighs. Sandy got back in bed and Louise pulled the covers up around her neck.

'Goodnight,' said Louise, a little unsure what to say after the intense last few minutes.

'Goodnight,' said Sandy. She propped herself up on one elbow and kissed Louise on the lips this time, instead of on the cheek. Her lips were soft and a little moist. It was a quick peck, but it stirred up at lot of feeling between them. They both stared into each others eyes.

'Goodnight,' said Louise again, blown away by the soft kiss.

'Goodnight,' said repeated, she kissed her again on the lips, then once more, they lay back down, turning on her side, preparing to go to sleep. Louise kissed her forehead and turned out the light.

She went back to her room, sitting on the bed, thinking about what had happened. She could taste Sandy's saliva on her lips and she liked being kissed that way, it felt wonderful, feminine, and affectionate. She undressed, removed her soiled panties and put on a nightdress and began to masturbate again, thinking of Sandy's body. Then, after another incredible orgasm, she slept.