14 comments/ 172955 views/ 41 favorites Neighborhood Thrills By: Pelios From the Journal of Claire Madison I'm writing this on Tuesday after the events of last weekend. To be sure, I took little notes about what was happening throughout, but today I am reassembling them in the hope of better understanding what happened, as it was a somewhat life changing weekend for me. With no more ado, here it is. ENTRY ONE I'm feeling a little depressed today, mainly because today is my thirtieth birthday. I don't really have a lot else to be depressed about but then, it just doesn't seem like I have anything really going for me anymore, nothing to energize me and focus on, nothing to lift my spirits. I'm just feeling sorry for myself, and I know it's disgusting. Aside from being thirty, my life is really okay. I have a good job as a researcher for a newspaper, which I don't even really need, at least not for the money. I am a widower and losing my husband nearly two years ago left me well enough off that I don't have to work, but I needed something to do with my time. So I took a job. One of the few bright spots in my life is my friendship with Alyssa, my next-door neighbor's daughter. Today being Saturday, she was about due to arrive for afternoon tea, a custom we started on weekend days from the previous summer when I had hired her to help me out with the gardening. I have a gardener to do that now, but Alyssa still comes by to sit with me on the back veranda and sip tea while we chat. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was nearly twelve-thirty - afternoon tea for us means right after noon, so I got up from the couch where I'd been enjoying my funk and went to the kitchen to put the tea on. I had no sooner set out the tea, cups and some cookies on the patio table when I heard the doorbell chime. I hurried through the house and opened the door, "Hi sweetie, you're right on time as always." I took in the sight of her standing on my porch. She had been all knees and elbows last summer, but sometimes youths mature suddenly, and that was the case with Alyssa. She was just eighteen and finishing high school but suddenly there was a young woman on my porch. She was tall but no longer gangly, but shapely instead. She had short blond hair in a bob, similar to mine, and possibly directly in imitation of me - moderate breasts, curvy hips and shapely legs, and dressed as she was in a simple pink peasant blouse and blue jean cutoffs with white deck shoes, she was really showing it all off. "Yep, dependable to the point of being boring, that's me, Claire. You sure look hot today!" Her dimpled grin cheered me as I led her through the house to the veranda in back of the house. "So did you dress up all sexy just for me?" I had to chuckle at that, "Alyssa I do adore you, but you are so full of shit! You must have seen me in this old print dress thirty times, and you always make out like I'm the bomb!" "In that dress, you are the bomb, Claire! It shows off your great sexy legs, and the scooped neckline gives a super revealing peek at your freckled bosom with your inviting cleavage." She leered at my breasts, which was easy to do with her being taller than me, and then she gave an airy wave of her hand, "Besides it's green and goes well with your green eyes and red hair." she grinned impertinently. We sat at the patio table and I poured the tea. Alyssa moved her chair around so that we were almost knee-to-knee. "Happy birthday, gorgeous! You going out to get some tonight?" She made an exaggerated effort to look me over like I really was hot looking. I couldn't keep the smile off my face, "Full of shit, irreverent and disrespectful to your elders; really, I don't see how your mother, a decent woman, can stand you." I sat down my teacup and lit a cigarette (I only smoke during teatime with Alyssa), "And 'get some' is gosh awful irreverent and sounds nasty too. I suspect you much more likely of such behavior on a Saturday night. Speaking of, how's that boyfriend of yours, Danny, right?" She shook her head sadly, "Claire you're only just thirty and already senile. I told you last Sunday that Danny and I broke up. Remember? The sex was good but he was just getting too serious, so I dumped him. I'm too young to get married, and lately that's all he's been able to think about. Actually, I suspect it was all brought on by jealousy." She looked thoughtfully at me, "You really don't remember me telling you about that?" I waved a hand airily, imitating her limp wrested gesture about my dress, "Well, vaguely, but how was I to know you were serious. You're never serious about anything, Alyssa. In fact that's one of the few qualities about you that I actually find endearing." I felt myself frown a little, "And I can't remember you ever using the word sex so much before in the course of one conversation. Is there some kind of theme here? And did Danny have a reason to be jealous?" "Yes," she said brightly with another unnervingly dimpled grin the kind you had to grin back to, "There's a theme here. Since you turned thirty today, I figured you were old enough that we have that talk that's so overdue - you know, the birds and the bees?" She waggled her eyebrows and leaned over to look down my cleavage again. "And yes, I suppose Danny had a reason to be jealous if one is given to such things. I'm not at all personally - um given to jealousy that is." "Child you need to get your nose out from between my tits." I sat back a little baffled at her words and behavior, "Okay, I'll tell you anything you want to know about sex, but honestly, you sound like you have more experience than me. So you were seeing some other boy while you were dating Danny?" I smoothed my green print skirt as I crossed my legs. I was marveling irrelevantly at the delicacy of Alyssa's eyebrows, but I didn't miss how she seemed to try to deliberately look up my dress when my legs crossed. What the hell? I mean, I just realized that Alyssa had always seemed to eye me pretty intently, and sure she often made jokes about how sexy I was, but all of a sudden I felt self-conscious about it for some reason. "No," she seemed to be trying to subdue a smile and actually did have her tongue in her cheek, "Not another boy, but I do have a girlfriend." She looked me using her twinkling blue eyes as if to beguile me, "Does that shock you, Claire?" "Not at all," I lied, for some reason feeling my heart beat a little faster, "I understand a little experimenting is very common these days. But I'm afraid I can't tell you anything about that." She nodded, still letting her eyes roam over me in a now unmistakable fashion. I felt a lot more self-conscious. "I gathered as much, Claire, and it's part of what I wanted to talk to you about." She glanced away for a moment as if gathering her thoughts, "I felt really sorry for you when Bart got killed in that car wreck but that's been nearly two years now. Have you even once had sex since he died?" I'm usually pretty hard to ruffle but right now I was feeling down right aghast. Not being able to focus at the moment, I simply said, "No, but I don't see anything wrong or unusual about that." Alyssa gave me a look that was both sad and sympathetic, "Well, it is wrong and it is unusual. I've sensed for some time that you really need some really good, intense sex." She smiled, "You don't date, go anywhere or do anything for fun except maybe for talking with me, and as much as I enjoy being with you, I just can't see that is enough, for you that is. I personally have got quite a lot out of sharing time with you." I giggled nervously, "So what are you going to do about it, seduce me?" I wanted to put things on a lighter note and I thought that remark would do it. Her clear blue eyes were gazing steadily into mine, and her suddenly naughty grin didn't really look natural on her normally innocent face, "Actually that's the plan. But as much as I think you need it, I do have to admit that I've had a crush on you for so long, I can hardly stand it anymore. So even though my basic motive is altruistic, I am betrayed by my own base lust." Then she gave me a sweet smile over clasped fingers. I heard the words and despite the grin I could tell she was serious, but I just couldn't believe it so I said so, "Alyssa I really do adore you, but I'm having trouble even believing that a girl young enough to be my daughter would be attracted to me. Besides, I never even considered being with another..." I had trouble even saying it, "And I'll have you know I get by just fine without sex. I just don't think about it." "My mother is only four years older than you, that's true. But look at you. You're a gorgeous redhead with a super body, and I also kind of have a thing for freckles on women." She sat down her teacup and leaned toward me and in a softer voice said, "I have never spent any time with you without going home afterward and masturbating while thinking about your freckled cleavage, your shapely legs and the sweet secret you hide between them. You turn me on so much; I'm getting wet just sitting here looking at you. Oh, I don't actually feel myself getting wet, but let's just say, I know that right now, if I was to look, I'd find a damp spot on my panties. Also, I'm in love with you and have been for a long time." She dropped her serious look for a moment; "Of course that didn't keep me from riding Danny's dick, nor did it keep me out of Holly's panties." Her grin was so sweet, so seemingly innocent. I knew my face was bright red, and I was getting a little short of breath. I stalled for time. "Holly? That brunette that lives down the block?" My voice sounded squeaky to me. Alyssa nodded, "Doesn't she have a great tan and a butt to die for?" Her gaze dropped back to my legs, "Holly has also masturbated quite a few times while thinking about what sex with you would be like, Claire, and I must say that she has such a sweet pussy that I would have to urge you to enjoy it." I felt like I was in shock. I don't know how I got in this conversation, and I don't think I'd have been much more surprised if a flying saucer had landed in my back yard. It was all too surreal to take very seriously. "Alyssa, I'm sure you know that I care very much about you, too. But I don't know how to handle..." I made a flipping gesture, "any of this. I think I need a drink." "Oh that would be nice," chipped in Alyssa gleefully like the girl I thought I knew, "Beer, wine, margaritas, anything would be fine, and make one for me, please!" I stood up, not knowing how I really felt as I stepped into the kitchen. I could have used a few moments alone to analyze my thoughts, but Alyssa followed me into the kitchen. Bart had kept a pretty well stocked liquor cabinet and as I seldom drink, it still was. I stood staring blankly at the bottles when Alyssa touched me lightly on the arm and spoke softly, "You don't even know how to make margaritas, do you, Claire?" "Haven't a clue," I sighed, trying to remember what one tasted like. Alyssa gently edged me aside, "Then let me. I'll have us a pitcher of margaritas in a jiffy." I stood, still in a pretty stunned state and watched her do just what she said she'd do, "A jiffy? I don't think I've heard that word in a long time." "Yeah well," she shrugged with a giggle, "I'm trying to talk like old folks do, for your benefit, you know? Make you feel more comfortable - that sort of thing." She found some champagne glasses in the cabinets, added some ice, and poured two margaritas. She handed one to me, made a toasting gesture, and we both sipped. "I love you very much, Claire," she added softly with a little smile. At that moment, I realized that I loved her too, and had for a long time. The truth is, she was about the only person I spent any time with these days, and I had often wondered what she got out of our relationship. I replied honestly, "I love you too, Alyssa. But I am definitely not going to have sex with you. Not today, and not any other day. In fact never with a woman at all. I'm afraid I'm old fashioned enough to find the whole idea a little icky." Alyssa shook her straight blond hair and giggled as she grabbed the pitcher of margaritas, "Let's go sit down on the couch. You know, I've always enjoyed the decor in your living room." She led the way, and I followed, not knowing what else to do. My voice had been firm enough, but I don't think she was taking my decision seriously. As we sat down on the couch, I decided to reiterate, "Maybe you're right about my needing some sex, and I will admit to feeling a little hollow lately, like I needed something new in my life, but turning into a - a lesbian just isn't on the list of possibilities. I hope I am making myself clear, Alyssa, and I would prefer it if you would acknowledge that." She took another sip from her drink and set it aside on the coffee table. "Oh yes, I hear you, Claire, believe me, I do." I took a gulp of my margarita that finished the glass. I put the glass on the coffee table, and she refilled it. I left it there. She gave me a shy smile, "But you really don't have much choice. You've gone without sex so long that the moment I touch you, your legs will turn to water and you'll be totally helpless and at my mercy." I had to laugh at her confidence, and suddenly it was all so funny that I couldn't believe she had ever been serious at all. She laughed too, and for a few moments we just sat there giggling like two schoolgirls. "So," I grinned, "I'm supposed to just hike up my skirt and you're going to go down on me, just like that?" We giggled some more and I picked up my glass again. We both had a few more sips of our drinks interlaced with fresh outbursts of giggling. Still chuckling Alyssa said, "No, I don't expect you to make such a gesture, but if you did, I guarantee you that I wouldn't hesitate to pull your panties down and push my face between your legs. By the way, I've always fantasized about something. Do you have, you know, red pubic hair?" I was a little taken aback by the question, but couldn't see the point of lying, "Yes, but sweetie, I'm not going to show it to you. In fact, I can't believe we are sitting here discussing my genitals at all!" She sipped the rest of her drink and set it aside, "Oh but it is such an exquisite subject! Do you think I'm attractive, Claire? Have you ever wondered what I might look like naked? Be honest, now!" I sighed, trying to think honestly about it, "I guess so," I admitted slowly, "No, I mean of course you're attractive, but if I've imagined you once or twice without your clothes it was more of an appraisal thing - you know the way women check each other out - you know, it's more of a measuring the competition thing, not because I am interested in seeing you naked." She was still looking at me, so I added, "Okay, I'm sure you would be lovely naked, but I'm sorry, it's just not my thing." "So you aren't turned on even a little at the idea of making love to me?" Her blue eyed gaze was very steady, but she seemed so damned confident that I would have to say I was attracted at least a little. I felt flustered for some reason - maybe because I did feel compelled to be truthful, and things got even worse when she added, "Doesn't the thought of looking down at my face between your legs excite you just a little." I knew I was turning red again, my face felt like I was looking into an oven, and in a way I was, even though the oven had short blond hair and blue eyes. "It is impossible not to be a little turned on by all the pictures you keep putting in my head, but..." Alyssa slid much closer to me on the couch and brought her face to within a few inches of mine, and I nervously continued, "And I guess there might be something to what you said about going without sex for so long that I do feel a little vulnerable, but..." And she kissed me. I don't know how I didn't expect it, but somehow I didn't, so I didn't stop her or pull away or dodge or anything. It was a very soft kiss, like her lips just barely touching mine, and it wasn't open mouth or anything, but it just blew me away. And it wasn't a quick kiss, either. We just sat there like a moment trapped in a photograph, with our lips barely touching for several long seconds before she pulled back. But she didn't pull back far, in fact her lips still brushed against mine as she whispered, "You have the most beautiful green eyes, Claire." Then she kissed me again, this time a little off center of my mouth, which seemed really nice and kind of beautiful for some reason. Then she sat back maybe half a foot and just gazed into my eyes. We sat that way for a minute, just looking at each other. I felt I should say something but I couldn't. It was like those two brief, light kisses had paralyzed me or something. I realized my breathing was a little on the heavy side, so I concentrated on controlling it. I don't know why I was having so much trouble admitting to myself that I was turned on, and I mean very turned on. I felt totally out of control, and while that was a frightening feeling, I still felt like I couldn't move like a deer paralyzed by the headlights coming straight for it. Alyssa reached out and took the glass out of my hand and set it beside hers on the coffee table. She turned back to me and smiled warmly, "You look almost as turned on as I feel, Claire. I take it you like my kisses." I actually did open my mouth to deny the obvious, but she used that moment to kiss me again, and this time it was a real kiss, only a little firmer, and this time her tongue flicked into my mouth and touched my tongue briefly. I felt myself sinking back against the couch as her arms encircled me and I began kissing her back. I really couldn't help it; I was so swept away by the intimacy and the passion of the moment, and I couldn't remember ever being so sexually aroused. Her tongue teased at mine until I followed it into her mouth. In the back of my head a part of me was saying that I couldn't really be making out furiously with a young teenage girl, a very pretty girl who was using her hands to lightly stroke my breasts, but oh yes I was - I so was! It was feeling my nipples harden against her palms that somehow gave me the strength to push back gently on her shoulders, "No, please, Alyssa. We have to stop. Please?" "Your breasts are so firm," breathed the blond, "And so much bigger than mine. Touching them is so terrifically exciting! I've always wanted to touch you like this, Claire!" And she kissed me again, and I let her because I was getting so aroused, so aroused that with a mental blink of shock I realized that I was not only kissing her back, I had my right hand on her breast and could feel her nipple hardening against my palm. Part of what shocked me was how much I enjoyed cupping her firm young breast in my hand, and how clearly I could see myself suckling at her firm young nipples in my mind. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her pink peasant blouse and the thought excited me as my fingers plucked at her firm nipple. I managed to pull my mouth free for a moment, although my hand was still on her breast, more like molded to her breast, "Please, Alyssa, we must stop this now, and I need your help, I don't think I can stop you on my own." If I wanted to stop so much why couldn't I pull my hand away from her breast. "My darling, my darling," she murmured between kisses, "I need this from you as much as you need it from me," I could feel her fingers unbuttoning the front of my dress while she was kissing my neck and ears, "Darling Claire, I love you so much, and I need to fuck you, darling." She couldn't have known what an erogenous zone my neck and ears were for me, but she was making full use of it even as I felt my legs spread a little for her, and she wasn't even touching me there yet, "Fuck," I murmured, tasting the word like I'd never heard it before, "Mmm, fuck," I panted. With my dress unbuttoned to the waist, she slipped her hands inside and moved them around to my back where she deftly unfastened my bra. She kissed me on the mouth passionately as she pulled my dress and bra down over my arms. Bare from my neck to my waist, she ran her hands lightly over my breasts, tweaking at my nipples between the bases of her fingers, her tongue dancing delightedly with mine inside my mouth. Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 02 After Alyssa left, I quickly cleaned up our champagne glasses and put the pitcher of margaritas in the freezer for a quick chill. I glanced at the clock and couldn't believe it was only about two pm. I put two fresh champagne glasses in the freezer as well then stood in the middle of the kitchen, not knowing what to do next. While the shower Alyssa and I had taken together had cleaned me up and titillated me, I was still nervous about Holly coming over, for several reasons. First and foremost, of course, was that the pretty brunette teenager was coming over with the full expectation of having sex with me. That would be intimidating enough by itself. To make the matter worse, I didn't really know Holly very well. We had spoken a few times but that was about it. Also, I had only been a bisexual for a few hours now after making love with Alyssa, and so suddenly confronting Holly was making the intimidation factor work in my mind so that I was pretty much reverting to my heterosexual mindset - which had no interest in homosexual relations. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, after all, I had more fun with Alyssa than I'd ever had with my now deceased husband. But that was Alyssa and I loved Alyssa and that had made it much easier for her to seduce me. When two people love each other it is not an impossible stretch to translate that into a more physical affection. What was supposed to happen between Holly and I would be more like pure sexual hedonism. I shook my head thinking that I would have to explain to Holly that I just wasn't ready for that sort of relationship with her, at least not until I knew her a lot better. I had put my green print dress back on, and put on black high heels instead of my flip-flops, and now I felt a little foolish looking like this with Holly coming over. Despite the fact that I had demurred when Alyssa had made a fuss of how hot I looked dressed like this, I knew that I did look hot in this dress, and that is why I'd worn it for her - just so she would make a fuss over me and compliment me. I knew that had been a silly thing to do, but it was harmless enough fun. Now I looked like a flirt leading Holly on - oh I know I am over-reacting. So I stood vacillating between extremes in a near panic in the middle of my kitchen, and just when I had made up my mind to go dress in jeans and a mans shirt, the doorbell rang. I hurried to the door, then slowed down when I realized I was hurrying to the door, and there was Holly. In one way, I was seeing her for the first time. Because before, when I'd seen her, I hadn't a clue that the girl frequently masturbated while having fantasies about having sex with me. She was a little taller than Alyssa who is only an inch or so taller than me, and that made Holly tower a good three inches over me. She had long dark straight hair down to the middle of her back. Holly's bosom was larger than mine, not a lot larger, but larger, and despite her slender waistline, her hips flared roundly in a very feminine way. Her eyes were brown and full of warmth as she smiled at me and I wordlessly waved her in with a happy smile that I hoped didn't look phony. She was wearing a v necked dark-blue tee-shirt without a bra and green terrycloth hot shorts that showed off her long curvy and very tanned legs. The shirt was a dark enough blue and the shorts a kind of lime green that somehow didn't clash. I led her to the couch and we sat down without either of us having said a word yet. She was pretty enough to intimidate me through looks alone. I noticed she was wearing flip-flops and cursed myself again for my choice of heels. "So Holly, we need to talk and get to know each other a little better, I guess," I began sounding pretty screwy even to my own ears, so I just stopped, and started again. I gave her an intent look and asked, "Would you like something to drink, dear? Tea, a margarita, a coke? For myself, I think I'll have a margarita." Her smile looked a little nervous, "A margarita would be delightful Mrs. Madison. I'm feeling a little nervous and it might help if I relax a little." I chuckled louder than was called for, "I hear that! I'll be right back." I came back with the pitcher of drinks and the two chilled glasses. I poured the drinks and handed one to Holly and left the pitcher on the coffee table. "There you go, Miss Kohler, and now..." and I paused to clink our glasses together with a little ting, "Considering the nature of this conversation we're about to have, perhaps it will help if we move to a first name basis. After all, you always called me Claire before, and I'd like to call you Holly." She smiled, "That would be fine, Claire. I'm sorry that I am so nervous; it's just that the situation is so peculiar. I mean, just between you and me," she leaned a little closer and lowered her voice, "I love Alyssa and worship the ground she walks on, but... she is just a bit of a Pollyanna. She wants everyone to be happy and get everything they want and she wants it to happen yesterday. I'm not sure what all she told you about me, but she told me that she was going to prepare you for me to come over and have sex with you. Does that pretty much sum up our situation?" She took a good size gulp of her drink and looked at me quizzically. Holly had lovely rich sensuous lips, even white teeth and even though I had been listening intently to what she had been saying, I had been staring almost hypnotized by her mouth. I shook my head a little to break the spell, and responded, "That sums up our situation very nicely, although of course, it is a bit more complicated. For instance, when she came out and asked for me to have sex with her, well, I had to tell her that I was a grounded heterosexual and had no desire or intention to change. And quite frankly that is still the way I feel right now." Holly's mouth made a surprised little 'o' right before she asked, "Oh, so you didn't have sex with her?" I rolled my eyes, as I had to giggle, "Oh we had sex all right - the best I've ever had in my life!" I looked at her sympathetically, "But I think she was able to seduce me because I really do love her, and I felt we had something special between us for quite some time. Things can happen between people who know each other well that just don't happen between strangers." I paused somewhat awkwardly; at least I felt it was an awkward pause, "Did um... I mean, was she by any chance exaggerating about you being attracted to me?" I was quite frankly hoping Holly would say yes. But Holly shook her head negatively, "Sorry, Claire but that part is pathetically true. I think you are the most gorgeous, sexiest woman on earth." She looked demurely down at her knees, "Frankly, I don't think it would be possible for anyone to exaggerate about that. I think about you a lot, nearly all the time. It's why I've always been pretty shy around you - I find you intimidatingly sexually attractive." My mouth was dry, and my heartbeat had definitely picked up the tempo, "I think that is the most incredible thing anyone has ever said to me." I took a gulp of my drink and set it down. "Holly if I knew you a little better, I think I would have been very nearly seduced by that remark." She raised her eyes shyly to mine, and I felt her dark eyes were looking right down into my soul and caressing me with affection. "Do you think I should write it down and try it again in a week?" I started laughing and so did she. "So, Holly, I see you driving around in an older model Buick at times. Is that like your work car?" I was wiping tears of laughter from the corners of my eyes and trying to get our conversation back on track, mainly because I was genuinely taking an interest in her. Holly poured herself another drink, before answering, "I do drive it to and from work. I have a job at the veterinary clinic down the road for the summer. I'm just an assistant, but we all have to start somewhere, right? I'm saving money for college. I plan to be a vet, but most of the time when you see me driving on weekends - that's just something I do for charity, you know, meals on wheels?" "I'm impressed, Holly!" I said feeling really surprised, "I would have never have guessed something like that. Shouldn't a girl your age be out dating and having fun?" "I don't have much time for dating, but I have lots of fun," she objected, "I go in and visit those people I deliver to see. Most of them are old, or sick or something, but they're real people and some of them are very entertaining to talk to - really they are!" Then Holly took a sip and gave me a wink, "And then there's my hobby - having sex. I squeeze as much of that in as I can." She said this calmly with only a little smile. "Mostly with Alyssa?" I asked, and then regretted asking as I suddenly felt like that was too personal of an inquiry. I blurted, "Never mind, that was probably too personal of a question! I apologize." She shook her head, "Oh that's okay; after all, we are trying to get to know each other better, right?" She treated me with a smile then continued, "I have sex with the other vet's assistant maybe once or twice a week. I have sex with the vet, maybe once or twice every two weeks, but mostly with Alyssa, yes, although we shared a threesome with her boyfriend Danny a few times, trying to get him to lighten up on trying to control Alyssa." Maybe I was just getting too old, but I tried not to show how shocked I was at how many people she was having sex with on a regular basis. "Don't you worry a bit about disease dear, being with so many people?" Holly chuckled, "That's the thing. Nearly all the people I have sex with - I'm the only one they are having sex with - well, except Alyssa and Danny, but other than me, that was a closed circle, too. The other vet's assistant is a guy my age, and the vet is a woman, mmm, about thirty-five I'd say. They are all attractive people, although of course, none of them are in your league! But now with Alyssa, we have sex at least once or twice a day as a rule. She's the only one I know that comes close to having my appetite for sex, but Alyssa is a distant second. Sometimes I think I could have sex pretty much all day every day. I'm very serious about my hobby. What about you, Claire? What do you do for fun?" "Oh, you know, I read, and watch movies. Sometimes I cook. I used to do a lot more when my husband was alive. To tell the truth, I've had more fun today than I've had in years." I stopped looking at her curvy, bare legs and wondered how long I'd been staring at them, and then I realized I'd started staring at her breasts. I shook my head to clear it, "So, you're a very attractive girl, Holly, how could the two of you having sex with Danny not convince him that he was better off playing the field?" "I don't mind that you look at my body. I enjoy it when you do, and your green eyes are so beautiful when they show a spark of lust!" I guess she waited until I was red enough then shrugged, "As for Danny, he's just one of those unhappy people who listens more to his fears than he does to his heart. He did enjoy the sex though, and he even looked me up several times when Alyssa wasn't around. I still fucked him of course because I know Alyssa would have wanted me to, but I don't take his calls now since she broke up with him. He kind of had a thing for screwing in the ass. I liked that about him." So she saw sparks of lust in my eyes, did she? How could I get her off the topic of sex when that was most of what the girl thought about? "Well, Holly, surely you have some other hobbies besides sex?" She laughed, "Of course, but none as fun." She looked up in the air thoughtfully, "Let's see, I took a foot massage class last summer, and this summer, two nights a week I go to a cooking class. Two summers ago I studied auto repair and I save our family a lot of money doing most of our own car work. I learned French and spent a month in Paris. I love to go camping when I get a chance, and I'm a whiz at outdoor cooking on a campfire. I'm sure there are other things. I do love to learn stuff. I've learned a lot about sex, and I love to talk about it!" She added the last with the biggest, warmest smile she'd given me yet. "You're a remarkable girl, Holly. They say still waters run deep, and you are definitely a well." I shook my head in wonder and took my eyes off her breasts again, "Perhaps I should follow you around and study you!" "You've certainly been studying my breasts and my legs," she said, smiling enough to dimple up, "Would you like me to take off my clothes and give you a really good look? I just love sitting around in the nude!" If she did enjoy making me turn red, she was being well rewarded, "I really am terribly sorry, Holly." I made a point of looking only in her eyes, "I guess my earlier afternoon affected me more than I realized, and you really are very lovely to look at, but tell me, if you're so attracted to me, how come you aren't misbehaving like I am?" She giggled, "Oh but I am, I just wait for you to lock on to some part of me, and when your lips part just a bit, I know it's cool for me to look you over. I've spent quite a time on your lovely freckled cleavage and those muscular freckled legs of yours. Why, I could just sit here looking at you, and I bet I wouldn't have to touch myself a whole minute before I..." "I believe you," I hastily interrupted trying valiantly to gain control of the conversation, "You know, I used to love camping, too, and I haven't been in years. Maybe we could go camping sometime?" "I would just love that, Claire! Anytime anyplace you want to go, I'm your girl!" She actually reached forward and patted my knee for emphasis before leaning back. "For that matter, swimming, soaking in a Jacuzzi, going out to dinner or a concert. I'm sure I would enjoy doing anything with you! Oh, and happy birthday, Claire! I should have said that earlier! Ooo, can I give the birthday girl a kiss? And you never said about taking my clothes off - that would be so great. I could take my clothes off and then give you a birthday kiss." We both giggled a bit before I could say, "Maybe later on the birthday kiss," I said slowly trying the think of a safe way to kiss, "maybe when you're leaving. As for you taking your clothes off, please don't. To be honest, I like sitting around naked, too, and partying naked, sleeping naked - we'll get naked together one of these days when I don't have to worry about it leading directly to having sex with you. And right now, I can't trust myself, and I certainly don't trust you!" "Why on earth, not?" she said equably and spreading her hands for emphasis, "And what's wrong with a little sex anyway. You admit you're interested in my body, and I sure as hell am interested in yours." She leaned forward with her hands on her hips, "You know some nice quick sex makes a wonderful introduction to getting to know a person and dissipates all this awful sexual tension!" I laughed at her antics and she joined in, and I was finally able to answer, "You see? You see? You're just like every teenage boy I ever dated. You'll do anything to get in my pants without any regard about how it might turn out in the long run." She airily waved that off, "Don't be ridiculous, I know damn well how it's going to work out in the long run. Alyssa and you and I are going to form a great little love triangle and fuck each other happily ever after. In fact, Paula and you and I are going to make a great second triangle if Alyssa manages to have her way, and believe me, she usually does." She leaned toward me again, this time caressing her own breasts, and I just couldn't look away, "No, the only question is the short run. How stubborn are you going to be before you let me in those lovely panties of yours?" Maybe I didn't turn red this time, but I was at least pink, "They are just plain white cotton, and I plan to be as stubborn as I need to be!" I was quiet, but firm. "Plain, white cotton," she sighed and put her hands back in her lap, leaving two nipples practically poking holes in her tee-shirt, "The pearly gates keeping the wicked out of the Kingdom of Heaven!" I snickered again, "That's pretty wicked blasphemy, child!" Once again I desperately swept my mind for any topic that wasn't sexual, "Hey, you know, maybe you could give me one of those foot massages for a birthday present?" "I'd love to!" she said, straightening up, clapping her hands in front of her heart and give me a little bow, "I mean, it would be an honor." And she gave me an impish grin. "Okay," I smiled, "What do I have to do?" "Oh, just sit and relax," she smiled as she stood, "Can I move your coffee table back?" I waved for her to go ahead, and she did, then knelt at my feet, "Oh, I don't have any oil with me! Do you have a light skin oil? And a small towel?" I went to the main bathroom and brought her back some sesame seed oil and a small bath towel, "Will these do?" "Perfectly!" she beamed, "Just sit down again, facing me; that's it." She began by sitting on her heels at my feet and removing my high heels and setting them aside. She rested my feet on her thighs, picked up the oil and put a generous amount on one palm and rubbed her hands together. She picked up my right foot and began one of the most sensuously exquisite experiences of my life to date. It was pure pleasure, a lot like sex; in fact it was like having sex through my feet. Of course I didn't know it then, but the course she had taken had been on tantric sex techniques that began with this erotic foot massage - Holly explained all that much later after someone else had given me a foot massage that was wonderful but not nearly in her league. In any case, it was incredibly relaxing and only relaxing at first, but even then in a very sensual way. Almost right a way as she thumbed the balls of my foot, oiled it, rubbed it in different ways in different places, used all kinds of techniques with her hands, even using her knee to massage my foot. "This is much nicer when I do it naked. Then I don't have to worry about getting oil on my clothes." I was leaning back with my eyes closed enjoying the thrills shooting all over my body up from my feet. I had to smile, "Oh, you can probably just be careful to keep the oil off your clothes. Besides I'm sure you're more than making up for being good by sneaking peeks up my dress while I have my eyes closed." I snuggled into the couch with a wriggle - this really was like sex only more relaxing, although I was starting to get warm spots in naughty places, and my left foot was feeling neglected. I sighed with relief as she picked up my left foot. "Mmm," she purred, "I'm not sneaking peeks up your dress. I'm staring up your dress, and the sight of your legs and those lovely white cotton panties are really making me wet between my legs." "Mmm," I purred back, "You know, you are making me feel so good, you're welcome to stare at my panties. This is such a wonderful present, Holly, and I really am grateful, I truly am!" After massaging my feet for what must have been half an hour, going back and forth between them, she started oiling and massaging my calves. That felt good too, but not as overwhelming. The foot massage had left me feeling practically drugged, but in a very warm, fuzzy sexual way. Her massaging my legs felt more purely sexual, but at this point I didn't mind in the least, "Mmm," I gave a little moan, "I'm pretty sure you're being down right bad now, and probably about to get worse." And I, for one, wasn't going to do anything about it. "No Claire," she spoke very softly, being sensitive to my bliss, "I'm just drying your feet and legs with the towel, but you're right about part of it. I'm getting ready to be very, very naughty." I gave a little shiver as a delicious thrill ran up my spine, then with a tiny giggle I asked, "Tell me what you're going to do, Holly, because right now, I'm too lazy to open my eyes." Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 02 I felt her hands reach up my dress and she tugged on my panties. I raised my hips to make it easier for her to pull them down and she murmured, "I just want a glimpse of paradise, Claire. I've fantasized about looking at you for years." My panties were a thing of the past and I felt her raise my skirt to my hips and as she spread my legs I felt cool air on a place where I was feeling very, very warm. "You can look at me, darling," I sighed and opened my eyes to watch her face as she studied my pussy, "You can do whatever you like to me. You've made me helpless, you see." I could only interpret the look on her face as worship as she stared at my groin. Then, with a sigh, she pulled my dress back down over my legs, stood, and sat back down beside me on the couch. She reached for her glass, finished her drink and set the glass back down. I sat up and stretched then felt myself blushing as I asked her, "You didn't like what you saw, Holly?" She gave me an honest smile, "You know better than that, Claire, you are as beautiful there as you are everywhere else. I just really want to be your friend and go places with you and spend time with you. Hell yes, I want to have sex with you, too, but that will be up to you if it ever happens." Her dark eyes gave me a smoldering look, "I wanted you to know that I could seduce you, but I also wanted you to know that I do have a sense of honor, and that maybe I have a little character." She added with a grin, "I'm mostly a sex bunny, but not entirely." I sighed, sat up and crossed my legs. "Holly you just made a major error. You never, ever seduce somebody to the point where they give in, and then walk away. With most girls you will never, ever get that close again. They feel insulted that you can resist them; they resent you for your little power trip; and they will wonder what you found about them that revolted you so much that you lost your passion." She paled and a look of panic settled on her face, "But I didn't mean..." I held up my hand, "I know that you meant what you said, but think about it. Alyssa said she asked if she could go down on you when you were just twelve, and that you didn't let her until you were fourteen. How would you have felt right after you finally gave in if she had changed her mind and something about not wanting to betray your friendship?" Her mouth was wide open and I could see tears starting to well in her eyes, "Oh Claire, I would have been devastated!" Somehow she choked back the tears without spilling a drop, and then she said, "I'm so sorry, is there anyway I could make it up to you?" She was still looking so concerned that I wanted to reassure her again. But then I realized she really had killed the mood. I was feeling so great a few minutes ago, and all my inhibitions were dead, and now they were all creeping back. "I don't know, dear," I answered honestly, "I've totally lost the mood. Why don't we talk a bit more about sex? You seem comfortable with the subject, and I'm curious about a couple of things. Like, why did you say that you liked Danny because he wanted to um, have anal sex with you?" She gave a reluctant little smile, "Oh, I like to have my bottom played with, and he had kind of a small penis, so it didn't hurt so much, and sometimes it felt really good to have him in my ass. Alyssa would sometimes let him, but not very often. She loves bottom play as much as I do, but I don't think she loosens up fast enough. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Claire?" "No," I answered, "Bart never asked, it would not have occurred to me to offer. In fact when Alyssa licked me there, well, at first I didn't like it. And even when it was starting to feel kind of nice, I was much more interested at the moment in her playing with my clit because I was really ready for an orgasm." "Mmm," said Holly dreamily, "I bet I could give you a licking that would leave you wanting more, but you're right, that's a foreplay thing, not so much for getting down to business. Ask me another question. This is fun, and I love talking with you about this stuff!" "Okay, you said something about you and me and Paula. Yes, Alyssa did ask me to consider seducing her mother, but I'm not sure about how. Have you tried - has Alyssa asked you to do it, too?" I was really curious about this because I could actually feel an attraction to Paula that didn't seem to bother my inhibitions very much at all for some mysterious reason. "Oh, I do think she is a very sexy lady, and yes, Alyssa asked me to, but I don't think I could bring myself to try and seduce her." Holly scratched her head and looked distracted as if looking for words, "See Alyssa and I, we've been friends since around six when we met in first grade, and what with living in the same neighborhood, I mean our mothers are kind of like both our mothers, you know? I'm pretty sure she thinks of me as a kind of second daughter, too. Now if she'd already had sex with another woman and was used to the idea, then I'm pretty sure I could jump her bones, and I think she'd enjoy it." I smiled, "So you are as eager to see me seduce Paula as Alyssa is, only her motives are pure, and yours is evil!" Holly barked a laugh, "Yeah I guess that's about right. I walked in on her in the bathroom one evening just as she was stepping out of the shower. I was fifteen and had been having girl sex for a year at the time. I just stood there, shocked and saying I'm sorry over and over while looking all over her body. She made no attempt to cover up at all, she just smiled and said it was a natural mistake and nothing to worry about, that there was nothing wrong with my seeing her naked. But she was sure wrong about that, because I wanted to have sex with her then and there. I don't masturbate about her as often as I do about you, but I have done it hundreds of times over the last few years." "I've never been a mother," I said slowly, "But in my experience most mothers know a lot more about their daughters, and their friends than the daughters and friends suspect." "You can't mean what you're saying," Holly looked a little shocked, "That she knew I was lusting for her and didn't mind?" "Why not?" I shrugged, "You lust for me, and I don't mind." "Yes but you lust for me, too, so that's not the same," concluded Holly, with a little doubt in her voice, "Isn't it?" "Not really," I said, "Don't you know people that are attracted to you who you have no intention of getting together with - like Danny for instance?" And I pointed out, "I bet you don't mind that Danny still wants you." Holly looked amazed for a moment, "Okay so it doesn't really make a difference does it?" "It might," I giggled, "She might not be so shocked if you made a pass at her as you would think, and she might not resist you at all. Who knows?" Holly shook her head, "Oh no, I still couldn't. It would be too big a risk. I'll think about what you said though." "You know," I said idly, "I think I might not mind now if you still want to take your clothes off, and sit around naked." A slow smile spread on her face, "Thanks! I'd like that!" She pulled her dark blue tee-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, and paused to watch me look at her chest. Her breasts were firm and full with large brown nipples and aureoles the size of a silver dollar. Her tan was perfect and even so, unlike me, she didn't have any bikini marks. "They're quite lovely, Holly, but take off your shorts and your shoes, too." I was starting to feel a stirring in my loins and didn't plan to fight it if I could help it. Mainly I just wanted to see her in the nude and she had offered, but I knew if I touched her I had better plan on going all the way. It would be cruel to tease and I don't like to be cruel. It was the work of an instant to kick off her flip-flops, but as soon as she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her green terrycloth shorts (shorts that were way too brief to hide panties), she paused, "Should I slip these off facing you, away, or sideways?" I had to grin at that, "How sweet of you to offer! Tell you what, come stand right in front of me, turn away and pull them down." I wondered if I should have added 'slowly' but saw immediately I had no need; the girl's sexual instincts were very sharp. Standing so close in front of me that her heels were touching my toes she pulled her shorts down an inch or two on the left, then shifted her balance and pulled them down an inch or so on the right. She kept it slow all the way down, showing remarkable strength and balance until she was doubled over in front of me and as bare as the day she was born. She had beautiful, muscular calves, firm, tapered thighs and wide hips with a beautiful and large, firm, shapely bottom. After slipping her shorts over her feet, she straightened and put her own hands on her ass cheeks and as she massaged them, spreading and shutting her crevice rhythmically, she offered, "I think it's one of my best features, Mrs. Madison." I was admiring her lovely bottom with rising interest as I muttered absently; "I thought we decided to call each other by our first names, Holly?" "Oh yes, Claire, but in my fantasies when you are seducing me, I call you Mrs. Madison, because I'm kind of innocent and you're kind of bossy and maybe even a little crude." Oh yeah, we were getting ready to go all the way, all right, I decided. I moved her hands away back to her sides and put my hands on her bottom, continuing her opening and shutting motion and enjoying her little light brown pucker winking at me between her tanned cheeks. I say her cheeks were tanned and they were, but in the crevice it softened to milky white, especially around her asshole. "So what happens next, Holly? Or should I call you my little slut?" She sighed in a very sensual way, "Your choice, but both are very nice, and a little variety of dirty words would be nice, too. Well, next you look me over as long as you want to, and touch me in places and you kind of boss me around. Then we go over to a hallway, and you say, 'Pretend I'm a sailor and you're the cheap whore who's going to give me a blowjob.' Then you lean back against the wall an pull up your dress, or pull down your pants, what ever you are wearing, then I get to work." I gave her a warm kiss on each cheek and softly said, "I'm not big on the swearing, but I'll try," then after a slow lick down her crevice which I only withdrew within an inch of her pucker, I added, "But your fantasy sounds very nice and is about to come true. What do you think of that, you little slut? You do want to be my little whore don't you?" For an answer she just let out a low moan followed by a hissed, "Oh yes, Mrs. Madison." I used one hand to spread her cheeks right over her asshole, and put the tip of my forefinger softly but firmly on her little pucker then moved it in little circles. She moaned again, bending slightly forward and spreading her feet a little. Then I spread her cheeks again with both hands and licked her lightly across her little asshole and around it, back across and continuing like that for a minute until I got another low moan. "Put your hands on the coffee table and bend over enough for me to get a good rear view of your pretty little cunt, sweetheart!" She did so and even spread her legs a little more. The view was no less than spectacular. Her inner lips were dark brown along the tops of the ridges, but inside she was all incandescent pink, a pink that nearly glowed and was wet enough to be shiny. I stuck my tongue in her vagina and her lubrication juice slid down and coated my tongue. I lapped in her vagina until I had enough to swallow. It was like oily water with a hint of sugar. "Oh, your nasty little pussy is so sweet, you little cunt lover! Um, by the way, would you like me to lick you to climax, now? I think I'd like to?" "Oh, no please, Claire, not in this fantasy. After I make you come in my mouth in the hall, you tell me I can fuck you, and that's where I come." She lowered her head upside-down to look at me between her legs. "I'm kind of close right now, but if you just want to drink a little more pussy juice that would be okay, just don't touch my clit, or I'll explode! Uh, better not tongue my ass any more, either." And I felt a tremble go through her legs. I gave her a cheerful smile, and actually did lick her vagina some more - I was enjoying it. But she didn't want to come yet, so that was that, and it was her fantasy. I rose from the couch and took her by the hand. As we walked toward the hall I asked, "So what does this woman vet look like?" I wanted to touch Holly's lovely breasts, but I was afraid to if she was that close to coming and if her fluid flow was any indication, she was pretty close. "She's from Costa Rica," Holly said, "So she has light brown skin, dark hair and eyes, and she is very hairy between her legs. She has a nice but ordinary face, and she has a nice big ass like mine. She longs for sex with women, and that's why she left her country - everyone knows everyone there. She's shy, so I'm the only girl she's fucking, but I know she'd love to fuck you, too. Oh, and she's a squirter like Alyssa only much more so, and she's into water sports - a lot. I'm learning to like that too." I chuckled and wondered how Holly could ever find the time for water skiing. When we reached the middle of the hall, I raised my face slightly as if to let her kiss me, and when her lips got close, I said, "You haven't earned a kiss yet, slut, now get on your knees, and give me a blowjob you little whore. If you make me come really good, maybe I'll let you fuck me. And maybe I'll let you kiss me then when your face smells enough like my cunt. Now get down and do a good job." I sounded stupid to myself because I never talk that way, but Holly certainly seemed gratified as she sank to her knees looking up at me almost worshipfully. I pulled up my dress and leaned back against the wall, my legs spread pretty wide with my feet out nearly a foot from the wall. I even had a pretty good view! Gazing with loving eyes right into my orange/gold bush she murmured, "Oh yes, maam; I promise to do a good job, Mrs. Madison." Holly cocked her head back and took most of my pussy into her mouth and opened it with her tongue. I was in heaven. The girl really knew what she was doing. She was using her fingers expertly, too, with two fingers massaging my g-spot and a third from her other hand occasionally slipping up my vagina for more juice to moisten my asshole while she rubbed it in little circles. I pulled my dress on up and over my head and cast it aside, so that I could run my hands over my breasts and pluck at my nipples while enjoying the brunette teenager's expert clit licking, pussy and ass massage. I came as hard as I did for Alyssa because I was also kind of getting into the 'sailor' role and was just allowing myself to be worshiped, and right at the peak of my orgasm right when the only direction to go was back down, Holly eased a pussy slippery finger up my ass all the way, pushing upward so that I felt like I was impaled on her finger and my orgasm was rotating gently on air. My orgasm took off even higher then, and went on and on sloshing around inside me like an ocean of foam. My legs felt like water and I sank slowly to the floor where Holly rolled me over on to my back and settled on top of me, passionately kissing and licking into my mouth, her whole face wet with my pussy juice. Then suddenly she was kissing and sucking on my nipples while her hips were pumping hard against my thigh. "I was going to oil my leg for you," I said weakly. I was enjoying her erotic attention to my breasts and I quite liked feeling her pussy rubbing against my thing, not to mention the way her other thigh was massaging my pussy, in a way so nice that I wondered if I had enough energy in me to come again. "Don't need oil," groaned Holly, "I'm so wet!" and saying that she started to come. I wasn't quite there yet, but I had the presence of mind to suck on my middle finger and twist around and down enough to pop it up her ass in the middle of her orgasm, "Oh, Mrs. Madison!" She screamed. She came and came her hips riding up my leg to my hip until her tits were swaying over mine, her nipples brushing my breasts. "Oh! Oh!" she grunted, her eyes squeezed tight shut and her teeth bared in a snarl of ecstasy. I kept my whole finger up her tight, hot asshole, until she eased it out using her sphincter muscles, her hips slowing to random little twitches, and her face relaxing. Her eyes opened, and she breathed, "Thank you, Claire, for making that fantasy so real!" Then we just lay there awhile, enjoying the feel of our naked bodies pressed together. Occasionally we kissed and whispered little endearments, but mostly we just held each other and snuggled. I wasn't too worried about getting sexually excited again. For one thing, I was worn out, and for another, I was too relaxed to get excited about anything. I thought. Then the phone rang. Holly looked surprised and then rolled off of me and started helping me up. "Come on!" She said urgently, "That's Paula and you have to get that?" I was confused as she led me by the hand to the phone, "Don't worry," Holly urged again, "Just say seven o'clock will be fine!" I picked up the phone as she handed it to me, "Hello?" "Hi Claire, it's Paula, from next door? Listen, I'm sorry to disturb you on your birthday, but I thought it would be nice if I could have you over for dinner tonight, so you wouldn't have to cook for yourself. Please just say you'll come." "Well, okay, Paula. I guess that would be lovely." After a nudge from Holly, I added, "Would seven be about right?" "That's funny, I was just going to suggest seven," I heard Paula chuckle, "Are you psychic or something?" "Not really," I found myself grinning, "But you might say I have a spirit guide." I thought Paula had a pleasant laugh and then she said, "If your spirit guide is a brunette, you should know I have a blond one." In the background, I could hear Alyssa hissing, "Mother!" I laughed too, "You know? I'm looking forward to this. See you later, Paula." After I hung up the phone, I turned to Holly with my arms crossed under my breasts, trying to look stern, I said, "Okay, explain." Holly winced, "It was mainly Alyssa's idea. She tells me her plans and I sometimes suggest an alternative, or offer a solution - that sort of thing. She, and I will admit I agreed with this part, didn't want to distract you from the moment with anticipation of future events, so like for example, she didn't tell you I was coming over until it was nearly time for her to leave. It was the same with her mom calling. And I guess that's it." "Didn't it ever occur to you that making love with two teenage girls in one day might be a little exhausting? And now you want me to add a woman my age?" I wasn't really mad but I was feeling a little put upon over the fact that I doubted my nervous system could take another orgasm - my head might explode or something. Holly snickered, "You're a lot stronger than you think." Then she spread her hands, "Besides, you don't have to seduce Paula tonight. You're just going over there for dinner, right? As for why we loaded up your day? It's your birthday, silly! These are your presents. Now, just in case you need it for whatever purposes, there's something you should know. Paula has been told that Alyssa will be spending the night at my house tonight. However, at eight-thirty, Alyssa and I will sneak into her bedroom through the window. We're going to be making love in there, and we will leave the door open an inch or two. Around 9:30 we'll sneak back out the window to spend the rest of the night at my house for real." I was puzzled, and I sat down on the couch and regarded Holly who was standing in front of me, still naked of course, as was I. "and why would I need you to do such a thing?" Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 02 "Okay," Holly slid to the floor cross-legged at my feet and began to stroke my legs, "Suppose you need to out Alyssa and me to her mom - you know, tell her we're lovers, you know to introduce her to the idea of girl-girl sex. It might be really sexy to take her down the hall quiet-like and peep at us through the bedroom door. Alyssa has this huge mirror on the wall behind her dressing table just opposite the bed. It is a really big, expensive, good-quality mirror; she worked for two summers for the money to buy it. You'll get a great view of us getting it on!" "Alyssa told Paula, that she'd be at your house!" I shook my head and tried not to be distracted by Holly's hands on my legs, "How am I supposed to explain to Paula how I knew you were there having sex in Alyssa's bedroom?" Holly giggled, "Oh that's the beautiful part. You tell her we told you because Alyssa wants her mom to know how she feels about me. Tell her we know the two of you are watching us, and that we are actually perverted enough to hope the two of you are enjoying the show. And you know, of course, we are that perverted, especially if it in anyway helps to get Paula out of her bedroom and crying at night." Holly kissed my knee, "I've such a fetish for your freckled legs, Claire! May I fuck one of your feet?" "No dear, perhaps some other time," I said distractedly, then added, "Why Holly? Are you feeling the need for another orgasm?" She rested her chin on my knee and looked up at me with her big brown eyes, "I'm sorry, Claire, but I did warn you about my appetites. And you of all people turn me on so much by my just being around you. So yes please, I would really enjoy another orgasm." I smiled at her, "Then come on up here and sit in my lap." Holly eagerly scrambled up and sat on me sideways with her right arm around my neck. I put my left arm around her back to support her and used my right hand to heft and fondle her large breasts. Since she was a little taller than me, her breasts were right at my face level when she was sitting on my lap. So I began to suck on her nipples while my right hand drifted down her sun-browned belly and then I ran my fingertips through her wiry, dark pubic hair. Holly moaned and shifted her weight and spread her thighs a little wider to give me better access to her nether lips. I tipped back my head and whispered, "Suck my tongue." Her mouth lowered over mine and I opened my mouth wide and I thrust my tongue up into her mouth. She sucked on my tongue while I used my fingers to dip into her honeypot and then lubricate her hood and little clit peeking out. Holly was going down on my tongue like it was a little penis, which is what I wanted her to do, and she was moaning at what my fingers were doing in her lap. "Okay," I whispered, "Let me suck your tongue." Holly lowered her tongue to my eager lips and she moved her head up and down letting me give her tongue a blowjob. I was really surprised at how long her tongue was. I shivered. "What was that for?" Holly whispered, her voice strained with stress from what my hand was still doing between her legs. "You're tongue is so long, darling, I was just thinking how wonderful it would feel fucking in my bottom." "Oh, Claire!" Her face screwed up, no longer able to spare any concentration for kissing. Maybe it was the image of slipping her tongue up my butt, but whatever, she was coming now, and her flowing pussy juice was dripping between my thighs and running down into my pubic hair. I just held the wiggling, squirming girl tightly as her orgasm ran its course, marveling at her beauty and grace. When she was recovered enough she began kissing my face and mouth. Finally, I pushed her back a little, "Honey, I need to go pee. Then I need to take at least a short nap, then get up and shower, and I still have to figure out what I'm going to wear to Paula's tonight." "Oh, that's all planned but the picking out something to wear. I'm going to give you a massage to put you to sleep, then I'll wake you up when I've drawn you a nice scented bubble bath. While you're in the bath, I will shave your armpits and legs, then give you a manicure and a pedicure. After your bath I'll paint your nails, hands and feet. Then you can pick out something to wear. May I please come along to watch you pee?" I was really embarrassed to discover that water sports had nothing to do with water skiing. I resolved myself to press Holly more closely about what sort of water sports she practiced with this Costa Rican veterinarian. Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 03 I looked around, wondering if I had forgotten anything. No, I wouldn't need my purse for going next door. I went back into my bedroom to look at myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Trying to see myself as others would see me, I had to admit that I looked great. My red hair, which I wear fairly short - it comes down to about the top of my neck in a cut that is a bob with tweaked ends. And Holly had fixed it beautifully - it looked shiny and silky. I hated to do it, since I'd worn it all day, but my green print dress looked so good on me, I had to stay with what worked. Ah my green dress. It's a green print dress with a scooped neck that shows off the top of my bosom nicely with or without a bra, and I'd decided not to wear one tonight. The sleeves only go down about 5 inches past my shoulders and the dress buttons down from the center of the scoop down to the waist. The skirt is just a little on the short side, about four inches above my knees. I chuckled as I remembered Alyssa saying that the green color compliments my red hair and my green eyes, and the hemline showed off my great legs. I looked at my legs in the mirror. They were very shapely with generous calf muscles, and were certainly beautiful legs if you liked freckles. I had freckles everywhere but my bikini marks. Holly had tut-tutted those saying I should sunbath nude for even freckling. Left to my own devices, I would have worn my black spiked high heels, but Holly had insisted that I wear my high-heeled tan sandals because they feature nude toes. I'll admit Holly did a beautiful job of painting my fingernails and toenails a fire engine red color. I wore no stockings and had wanted to go with black lace panties, but Holly insisted I didn't leave the slightest chance of having panties get in my way. It's not that I planned to seduce Paula tonight. I thought the idea absurd. But both girls, Alyssa and Holly, wanted badly for me to seduce Paula - each had their own and quite different reasons. It was my thirtieth birthday and for a present, I'd been turned into a lesbian. Of course that's something of an exaggeration, but it is quite true that I woke up this morning a card-carrying heterosexual, and I had enjoyed wonderful, if somewhat frenzied, sex with two teenaged girls since then. And I had just loved it. I still felt a little inhibited about it, and shuddered to think about anyone finding out, but I had loved it. For some reason that I couldn't put my finger upon, the idea of seducing Paula, while absurd, did not bring up those inhibitions. In fact, the actual thought of kissing Paula, fondling her breasts... well, instead of inhibitions, the thought caused butterflies in my lower abdomen and a feeling of warmth between my legs. Maybe it was because Paula was closer to my age. Alyssa had told me she was thirty-five. Or perhaps similar circumstances, my husband Bart had died nearly two years ago in a car accident, and about a year ago Paula's husband had run off with another woman. So we were both of us grieved, alone, anti-social and horny. At least Alyssa assured me that her mother was horny. She hadn't explained how she knew that. Had she caught Paula masturbating? That would have been nice to know. Or then maybe I had just been attracted to Paula for a while, and maybe I had just been too 'straight' to realize it. I pictured Paula in my mind. She was taller than I, by maybe two inches. She had a slimmer build, but nice hips and shapely legs - Alyssa had come by her legs honestly. Her eyes were large and dark brown, her nose long, but straight and thin. Her face was roughly oval tapering slightly to a small rounded chin. Her black hair was short fringed bangs in the front and layered on the sides no lower than her jaw. Paula's hair cut accentuated her long swan-like neck - a very lovely neck. Paula's breasts were about the same size as mine and I mostly wore a 34 C cup, but hers were just slightly fuller. I would be hard pressed to name her sexiest feature, but if I had to, I'd have to say her mouth. She had a small mouth with Cupid's bow lips, with her lips not too thick or thin so she didn't quite have that pouty look. Her two front teeth were just slightly prominent, and her mouth was usually slightly open, giving her an almost surprised look. I don't know how, but all those things combine into what looks to me like a really sexy mouth. Oh, and one other thing, an almost strange thing, and that is her smile. Her smile is impossibly wide for such a small mouth - the mathematics just didn't compute! When she grins her face is full of even white teeth and her two front teeth aren't noticeable, and you just have to grin back. The few times I'd been around Paula, just being around her made me feel good. Paula's personality was mellow and friendly with a good sense of humor. She always seemed cheerful, but then, according to her daughter, sometimes she cried herself to sleep at night over the worthless husband that left her. I remembered last summer when I'd hired Alyssa, her daughter, to help me with my lawn and gardens. Paula always brought over some lemonade or iced tea if we'd been working awhile. Sure, I'd figured it was for her daughter, but she'd always been so kind, courteous and thoughtful towards me. I sighed dreamily, and then frowned. I was thinking about Paula and having distinctly sexual feelings, and to a certain, tiny extent, romantic feelings. I shook my head and glanced at the clock on the mantel. It was seven o'clock. Time to go. I must be losing my mind! I'd been fucking teenaged girls and lusting for my divorced neighbor. I tried to do a mental count and got lost. And there I was, standing on my neighbor's porch and reaching for the doorbell and simultaneously realizing that I had lost count of the number of orgasms I'd had today. Paula opened the door and grinned, her large dark eyes sparkling, "Come in, come in, Claire, and Happy Birthday!" I giggled and stepped into the cool air-conditioning. Somehow I'd just walked through ninety-degree plus heat without noticing. "Thanks so much, Paula! You know, we live so close and we've never really gotten together like this. What can I say? I'm reclusive and demented, but I swear I'm going to change." I had never actually been inside her house before. It was nicely furnished with antiques from what I could see from the front door hallway that branched into a living room on the left, a dining room on the right and the kitchen straight ahead. Paula led me toward the kitchen. Over her shoulder, Paula said, "Don't change too much, dear, I like you the way you are." She waved me toward one of the chairs around the kitchen table that was a sturdy walnut table that looked pretty expensive. She asked what I wanted to drink. "Iced tea, if it's convenient." I took in her dress that was pretty similar to mine. Rather it was a single piece dark-red print dress with a zipper down the back. The skirt just reached her knees, but the scooped neck in the front looked so like mine, I wondered if it was the same designer. Her shoes were dark brown high-heeled sandals with open toes. She looked sexy as she turned her back to fix me a glass of iced tea. I swallowed and swore to keep my mind on the conversation, "I doubt you know me very well, Paula, but I do hope to remedy that." She had very little tan, so she must normally wear slacks outdoors. I had to stop lusting after her calves so obviously, but it was so lovely watching her muscles move every time she so much as flexed an ankle. She turned and walked back toward me, holding my iced tea in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. She handed me my glass and said, "Actually I feel like I know a lot about you, Claire. Alyssa talks about you all the time. Other than Holly, you're her best friend." She paused, looking a little sober, "You know, I want to thank you for being such a close friend to my daughter. Sometimes I think you're a better role model for her than I am." Guilt and horror washed over me like waves of evil. I felt myself blush, "Alyssa has been my only friend since my husband died. She means a lot to me." I said haltingly. To myself I said, 'Yeah, and I stuck my tongue up her butt this afternoon.' But somehow I figured I better not say that. Paula pulled up a chair in front of mine and looked concerned, "Did I say something to upset you, Claire?" I shook my head and took a deep breath, "I'll tell you about it sometime, and very soon, but the night is young yet." I glanced at her dress and found myself pausing too long at the neckline and the way her the tops of her lovely breasts and the crevice between them was generously displayed. I gulped, and said, "It looks like we were dressed by similar spirit guides," I was referring to my earlier joke on the phone. Paula grinned and looked me over and didn't bother hiding her interest in either my bosom or my legs, "Alyssa dressed me," she said, "and Holly obviously dressed you." On impulse I looked at her hands and her toes, "Did Alyssa paint your nails and toes, too?" She giggled, "As a matter of fact, she did. And I see Holly did a good job on you too. The only thing I haven't figured out is who is supposed to seduce whom?" Then she paused, obviously seized by a thought, and then she smiled and looked into my eyes. Her dark eyes twinkled again as she said, "Oh, I see, you're here to seduce me. If I'd been supposed to seduce you, they would have prepped me in some way, and they didn't." "Guilty as sin, that's me," I smiled, "But you should know that I don't HAVE to seduce you tonight. I'm allowed to only get to know you better tonight, BUT if the opportunity presents itself, I've been instructed to seize the day." We both laughed briefly, but the laughter had a false bottom and we both knew it because too much hadn't been revealed yet. I gave her a clear-eyed gaze, "You're very, very smart and very, very intuitive, Paula, and I am starting to realize that I'm not going to be able to keep much from you, even if I wanted to, and honestly, I don't want to keep anything from you. So let's pace our questions and revelations a little, if you don't mind." Paula looked around, obviously searching for something to say. She brightened, "What's for supper, you ask? Well, I'd planned a tossed salad sprinkled with cold baby shrimp with an avocado and lime dressing, a light, cold cucumber soup, and blackened redfish as the main course, and it's all ready right now. Or I can throw all that out and we can just get snockered. I've got several bottles of wine. Hungry?" "Smart, intuitive, sweet and now as graceful as royalty. You're husband was a fool, Paula!" I gave her another steady look and hoped she realized it meant I genuinely admired her. "And yes, I am hungry, although I might have a little wine later after dinner." Paula laughed that pretty laugh of hers, "Oh my, you're trying to turn my head, and doing a pretty good job, too. I mustn't underestimate your skills as a seductress." She stood and bustled off, returning with food. We ate pretty much quietly, glancing and smiling at one another occasionally - the only real table talk being my compliments on her excellent cooking and her gracious and slightly demure acceptance of those compliments. Finally as we were both finishing up, I noticed Paula giving me a serious and appraising look. I opened my mouth to inquire, and found I wasn't sure how to ask, or if I should. Before I could decide, she said, "If you were going to offer me a penny for my thoughts, they're worth rather more than that." I smiled, maybe a little nervously, "I want first to say how grateful I am for this delicious dinner and your kind welcome. But then I was going to say that I feel as though I am having my soul weighed by the gods." "You have the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen," she commented idly while taking her last bite of fish and chasing it with a sip of wine. Then she added, "I think I have it all figured out now, so you don't have to make any confessions about having sex with my daughter. I'm pretty sure you had sex with Holly, too. And I am perfectly aware that you're straight, or were straight. Alyssa has told me you were straight many times. She considers not being bisexual as something of a tragedy, you know." Holly gave me a friendly smile that contained a definite element of triumph, "Come now, Watson, you're supposed to ask how I figured all that out!" Then she laughed her musical laugh. For some reason I wanted her to know I wasn't stupid either, "I think I know how you figured everything out. Why would a straight woman agree to seduce another straight woman - because she isn't as straight anymore? How can that be? Because two teenage girls seduced her, of course. Why doesn't the woman hate the woman who had sex with her daughter? That would be because she knows her daughter to be an irresistible force, and knows the other woman didn't have much of a chance of retaining her virtue." I waggled a finger at her, "But you don't know whether they seduced me singly or together, and you don't know what my motives really are." "Right and wrong!" beamed Paula, "Alyssa seduced you first, starting about 12:30, I guess, and then Holly came over later," She laughed at my astonishment, "Elementary my dear Claire. No straight woman would let a teenage girl seduce her in front of someone else. And the only way a teenage girl could seduce an older and more world wise straight woman is if they had been friends for a long time and already loved each other. And Alyssa finished her lunch here at 12:30 and said she was going over to your house." She paused in her reveal to refill her wine glass, "Now, Holly - well Holly's a sex-bomb always set to go off, but I daresay she had to work a little harder than Alyssa did. But you are one hundred percent correct that I don't really know your actual motives or intentions towards me. As for when I said my thoughts were worth more than a penny? At the moment I was thinking that for the first time in my life, I actually feel attracted to another woman." She eyed me over her wine glass, "And I was wondering what it would be like." Her dark eyes were hypnotic. Hey, who was seducing whom, here? I blushed, "I'm not too sure of my motives myself, but I can tell you that I have gained a deep and healthy respect for sex between women. And I can also say that I am very attracted to you physically. No, it would be more honest to say that I am deeply sexually attracted to you." I shook my head. "I had only started to realize it when I was leaving my house. But when you walked across the kitchen to get my tea, that's when I fully realized that I really do want to have sex with you. But you know, even that isn't enough, I feel... complicated, like I don't know myself as well as I thought I did." Paula blushed now, and I realized it was the first time I ever saw her do that. Me, I blush all the time. She looked at a loss for words for a few moments, just looking at me with her mouth slightly open, and a little surprised. She looked down at her hands, "Goodness, you are serious. Just because my daughter wants me to hook up with you, didn't guarantee that you wanted to go through with it, and part of me just assumed that you were playing along to get my daughter out of your hair. Now, I see I do have something to worry about." She entwined her fingers nervously, and then put her hands flat on the table, "For what it's worth, I think you're very sexy, too. Why do you think I was always bringing you tea and lemonade when you worked in the garden?" she confessed, "Well, there were several reasons, but looking at your legs in those tight shorts was definitely on my list of reasons, and pretty much at the top of the list. It never went further than that, but I do find you very sexy to look at." She glanced briefly at my legs, then my freckled bosom, "I do enjoy looking at you. I love the freckles on your... I love your freckles." She said a little breathlessly, and then added with a little squeak, "Very much." I gave a little smile, "We are both trying so hard to be honest, and neither of us are sure we're even honest with ourselves." I chuckled, "So let's dodge behind some traditional feminine tactic and do the dishes!" She beamed at me, affectionately, I thought, and then we got up and did the dishes. When all there is to do is to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, it was hardly a time consuming chore. Paula offered me a glass of wine and I accepted. It was a very nice red wine. I suggested we retire to the living room to resume our conversation. She agreed. Leading me in there I spied along one wall an antique love seat of the bench variety. It was baroque wrought iron framework supporting a slab of board upholstered with a velvet cushion. There were armrests at each end with a small, upholstered cushion along the armrests. The upholstery was all done dark-red velvet. I would have clapped if I weren't holding a glass of wine. "A bench loveseat!" I declared. "I haven't seen one of those in years! They're fairly rare, you know?" Paula blinked owlishly at it, "Well that's what it's called all right. But I never understood why. Don't loveseats usually have a back of some sort? I just thought this type was inferior, or just for poor folk." I grinned at her and giggled, "Have you ever tried to make out in a love seat with a back on it?" Seeing her puzzled expression, I supposed not. "Okay, you just don't understand the basic principle, that's all. This is the real thing; those other love seats are euphemisms for the real deal. Here, hold this." I handed her my glass of wine and dragged the loveseat into the middle of the room. "There! Now you sit facing that way," I pointed as she handed me back my wine. Then I simply sat down beside her, facing the opposite direction that she was facing. So we were sitting side by side but facing different directions. There was very little extra room so we were snuggled somewhat. "There, isn't this intimate?" "More like crowded, but not unpleasantly so," she said, but we have to turn our heads to talk to each other and see each other's faces. "I still don't get the point." "Hmm, well the point is, those so called loveseats, usually curved and deeply cushioned with backs on them, actually restrict movement, where this one is made for movement." I grinned, " I guess I'm going to have to show you, then. Okay, set your wine glass somewhere to free up your hands." I set mine easily down as I was in reach of the coffee table. Paula had to stretch a bit to set her glass on an end table. "Turn to face me," and I put my left arm around her right shoulder, and I said, "You do the same." She put her left arm around my right shoulder. Then I put my right hand on her right thigh, pretty close to her groin. "Go ahead and put your right hand on the same place on my right thigh." She did so slowly as if putting it in a trap. Our faces were just inches away, and we were comfortably supporting each other. "Now," I said, "We can easily make out and put our hands in each other's laps, and see how easy it is to spread your legs wider? And of course we can easily reach each other's breasts, and kinda cuddle at the same time!" Paula blushed but didn't pull away from me, "Good God!" she said softly. "This isn't furniture. It's a sex toy!" She smiled nervously at me, "We need to put this back before my daughter sees it, or else, every time I come home, I'll trip over it in the middle of the living room." My demonstration had been purely academic but since we were still sitting here, with our faces so close together, I was starting to breath harder and Paula's blush wasn't going away. My temptation to kiss her was getting very strong but I didn't want to rush her, so I just went ahead and said it, "The temptation for me to kiss you right now, is so great I'm not sure I can resist. But I don't want to rush you." She squeezed my thigh with her hand, her eyes searching into mine. I kissed her. Our lips met and molded as if shaped for each other, and that delicious sexy mouth opened and our tongues touched lightly. Paula took a deep breath and kissed me harder. I moved my hand from her right thigh to her left hip and tried to pull her closer and she mirrored my move, our arms tightening. Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 03 It was the sweetest most exciting kiss I'd ever had, her tongue dancing lightly with mine, holding each other tightly, and our breathing getting more excited. Too excited, we were breathing too hard to kiss, so the wonderful kiss ended. But we hadn't released each other and just laid our heads on each other's shoulders. "God!" she whispered, "I just had no idea it could be like this." I pulled away from her and reached for my glass of wine. I was trembling so hard that I nearly spilled the wine. I could feel her eyes on me, and then I felt her stretching for her glass. I gave her a sideways glance and saw she was trembling, too. Finally we both steadied enough to sip our wine. Without looking at each other, Paula asked softly, "What just happened?" "I'm not sure," I shook my head, "I understand some of it, but I think you understand that much too. Maybe you should tell me what you think. You're more intuitive than me, and I suspect you're a little smarter." "I agree that we both understand the sexual attraction," she said slowly, "And I've thought about that a lot more than you have, I expect. I mean you were straight this morning and until just a minute ago, I was too, but I've been thinking about it a lot for quite some time. Where to begin?" "At the beginning?" I turned my head and so did she, and we smiled. "I'm thirty-four," she said, "And in a couple of months, I'll be thirty-five. Randy and I conceived Alyssa when I was sixteen and he was seventeen. I've never had sex with anyone else. So, you see, I have no sexual experience to draw upon but what I've imagined, or been exposed to in books and movies. When Alyssa was born, I was seventeen. And she has been my rock. I have been aware that she and Holly have been having sex for years. So, I have spent a lot of time wondering what it was like to be with a woman, simply because I wanted to understand and accept who she was. I know she likes men, too, but I suspect she likes women more. It was why I was always bringing you ice tea or lemonade, not just to look at your legs, but to imagine how it would be for us to get together. I was trying to understand my daughter." "Did you know that the girls actually think you don't know about them?" Paula turned slowly with pure amazement on her face. "How could they not? I mean sure, we've never discussed it directly. But she should know that I know what she is up to by the questions I don't ask. I don't want to make her lie to me. And how could I not know? I walk into Alyssa's room and it almost always has that women's sex smell so strong it stinks." She paused and blinked, "It used to stink. I'm not sure when I started kind of liking the smell, but I do, now." She looked embarrassed at her admission about the smell, then she took a deep breath, "And that doesn't count the number of times I've heard them. Several times they've ridden in the back seat of my car, and oh, they think they are controlling their faces so well, and their little moans and their trembling during orgasms, but my god, even if I was deaf and blind, my nose is not dead! What their doing fills the car with that... perfume. That's how I've come to think of it - as perfume. Several times I've come so close to saying, 'You can do that if you want to, but for my sake, open a window! Your sex smell interferes with my driving!'" I chuckled with her at the tribulations she had endured. We were silent a moment, and I said softly, "But I don't know what to do about us and the other part besides the sex. I mean, I know it's romantic in nature, but that just doesn't make any sense. I mean, its not like we can get married, and unfortunately I doubt if I can even remain faithful. What's more, you aren't going to be able to remain faithful to me, either, and you don't even know it, yet. And I don't even know if I can allow it to go any further - it feels like I'm playing with fire! There're some strong emotions going on here." "What in the world are you talking about? Why can't we be faithful to each other?" Paula looked perplexed, "We haven't even had sex yet, and may still not, after all, I may not let you seduce me, you know?" I turned my head slowly and looked at her. She looked at me, and we both busted out laughing. "Okay," Paula admitted, "Let's skip over that and say I'm helpless in your arms, because well, I am. But seriously, you might think I'm easy but I don't know about going any farther than kissing. But you're right, part of it is a romantic thing, and you're right still again that romance between us doesn't make any sense. But would you care to explain to a dimwitted old broad just why we can't be faithful even if we want to be?" I shrugged, "For one thing, I'm fucking your daughter, and even though I may feel stronger about you in time, probably even a very short time, it won't take away my love for Alyssa and I will still want her. For the second thing, even if I decided to be with only you, she could still seduce me again in a blink. I'm as helpless with her, as you are with me, and you might as well know, I'm helpless with you, too. Do you think I could stop you if you wanted to have sex with me?" She looked at me very seriously and said, "No. You felt the same things as I did in that kiss. I could feel you feeling it. If I wanted to, I could make you squeal like a pig." We laughed again, "So you see, I'm so helpless, I'm hopeless!" I managed to squeeze that in between chuckles, and then as they died down, I added, "I'm even helpless with Holly, and that's pretty much just raw sex. Well, it was just raw sex. Once I learned a bit more about her, well... I feel a real affection for her now, and I can easily see that turning into love, too. And there is a darker side, and that is, that this is all new to me. I have to tell you, that right now, I feel like I want to have sex with every woman I see. That may change with time, but at the moment, I'd fuck any woman or girl I could get my hands on. You'll probably go through that stage, too." I looked earnestly into her eyes, hoping she could feel the depths of my confusion. I shook my head, "But back to Holly. I mean sure, she had to work harder than Alyssa, but we're only talking fifteen or twenty minutes longer, and you aren't going to do any better against her, either. Did you know she wants you?" Paula nodded, "I see what you mean about the faithfulness problem. I don't think I will even want to fight Holly about it. If she asks, I'll just ask how she wants me. It started three years ago when she walked in on me when I was stepping out of the shower. At first, I was worried I'd traumatized the child - she was only fifteen then, so I kept apologizing and telling her that there was nothing wrong with her seeing me like this. And she kept staring, and staring and saying she was sorry. By the time I figured out that lust was the emotion behind her looking at me, well I was pretty horrified, but I didn't know what to do, so I kept saying it's okay until mercifully, she just went away. But we are talking about nearly ten minutes that she stood there, looking at me." Paula looked at me soberly, "I had a really hard time about that for a while. Because I realized, that I had enjoyed her looking at me that way, and that made me a dyed in the wool pervert, because she was underage. I would masturbate about how good it felt to be looked at that way by a young girl, then cry afterwards from the guilt. I mean, I was a married woman with a child her age and was getting turned on by the way she looked at me naked, and I just stood there, letting her look, and enjoying it. Do you think I'm a pervert?" "Holly told me about that incident. I even told her you might have enjoyed the way she looked at you, but I don't think she believed me. Did you know that she has masturbated hundreds of times thinking about seeing you naked that time? So, no, I don't think you're a pervert. How long had it been since anyone else looked at you that way?" I was willing to guess that no one had ever looked at her like that since she was sixteen when Randy was getting her pregnant, but she needed to find that answer for herself. Paula just looked surprised and nodded slowly, "You have given me a very great gift, Claire. I think I can stop thinking I'm a pervert now." She looked at me, "I may still feel a little dirty about it, but dirty in a purely sexual way, and that's a very nice kind of dirty. In that sense I am definitely a pervert because I love feeling dirty, naughty and especially nasty. Did she also tell you about the incident about a month ago?" "No, but I forgive her for that omission, since I interrupted that train of thought by telling her she could take her clothes off now. I refused, you see, the first time she asked if she could take her clothes off. I guess I got pretty excited at the idea of her standing there looking at you naked. I saw it in my own mind, and it's burned an indelible picture there." I looked into her eyes, hoping she could feel the desperate power of my lust for her. Paula put a hand on her chest, her sweet mouth open in surprise, "You have the most beautiful green eyes... and right now, I feel like you are looking right into my libido and your lust is washing over me like a wave!" She closed her eyes, "Never mind my nonsense." "No, you're just incredibly sensitive and intuitive and I guess I was at least trying to let you see into my libido. Did you know that I've come to admire you?" I might have lust, and even romance in my heart for this woman, but damn! "I'm starting to admire you so much that I'm starting to worry that I might not be good enough for you!" She opened her eyes and looked again into mine, "Would it sound stupid if I said I think I'm falling in love with you?" I put my hand on her cheek, "Yes, it would sound stupid. But I think I'm falling in love with you, too. So, now we both sound stupid." I grinned, "But you were going to tell me about you and Holly a month ago." Paula swallowed, fanned her face with her hand and took a deep breath, "Yes. 'Holly a month ago.' Well, since that first incident three years ago, I started locking the bathroom whenever I took a shower, or even went to pee. I can't count the times that she tried to open the door. I knew it was Holly, because Alyssa would have just knocked. But always I would see a shadow at the bottom of the door, and I would see the knob try to turn then stop." She smiled, "Funny thing is, I took a very real comfort from her efforts. It made me feel... sexy. Do you think that's silly?" "No, a lonely widow like me? I'd have been flattered, too." I wasn't even sure that Holly would have to make the first move with Paula now. I tried to find jealousy inside me over either of them, but I couldn't. I just wanted them to be happy. Of course, I drew considerable comfort from the fact that they'd both still want me, and a threesome was definitely not out of the question - hell, it was practically inevitable. That thought echoed strangely in my mind, since I'd never in my entire life had, imagined or wanted a threesome of any kind. "Then for quite some time, she stopped and I thought she had given up. But I still locked the bathroom door," Paula dropped her voice to a hushed tone, "Then a month ago, I must have forgotten to lock the door, or Holly figured out a way past the lock. I'm not sure which. But I stepped out of the shower and she was sitting on the toilet, with her panties and shorts about her ankles like she'd been peeing, and who knows, maybe she had. But when I stepped out, my towel just out of reach on the rack, Holly stood up, not bothering with her shorts or panties. And she said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Brand. This is so embarrassing!' only she didn't look embarrassed at all and she was looking at me all over, and she still wasn't pulling up her panties." I laughed, "Does she call you Mrs. Brand very often?" "No, she calls me Paula. She hasn't called me Mrs. Brand since that time she walked in on me when she was fifteen." Paula looked at me curiously. Still chuckling, I explained, "Oh, some of her fantasies include playing a roll where she is totally innocent around an older adult who is out to exploit her sexually. I role played one of her fantasies with her and enjoyed it thoroughly. Oh, it was a little weird at first, calling her dirty names and ordering her around, but I finally got into it. I was Mrs. Madison in that fantasy." I giggled, "So what else happened?" "Well it was the closest thing to sex that I've had since my husband left me, although nothing really happened. She just stood there looking at me in that lustful way, and saying that she was sorry, that she'd just had to pee. Then after I had gotten a good eyeful of her pubic hair - after all, what else could I see - and I mean she must have waited a full minute, then she covered herself with her hand, or rather, that's what it looked like, but she still didn't pull up her panties or her shorts. I finally took the towel off the rack and began patting myself dry, but I also tried not to block her view of anything but what I was patting dry - I was enjoying myself enormously, you know." I shifted a little on the loveseat, "This is a very erotic story, Paula. If it had happened to me, I think I would have masturbated about it every night since it happened." Paula turned distinctly pink and gave me a quick sideways glance but said nothing. "Ah," I said knowingly, "so you have been." "Not every night, no," responded Paula in a mildly austere manner, then she added in a still sharp but milder tone, "Just a few times, if you must know. For God's sake, woman, I've never even admitted to anyone before that I masturbate at all. I don't know why I tell you everything!" "Sure you do," I said equably, "We're being as honest as we can because we both know we're playing with fire, and we don't want to make a mistake, and we are both foolish enough to hope the best way to avoid mistakes is through honesty. So, since we are talking about fun stuff like sex, why don't we masturbate right now? Just for the fun of it, and it should be pretty safe, don't you think? We can reach under our own skirts without even showing anything." I glanced at her wall clock. It was ten minutes after eight o'clock. "Besides we have some time to kill and it might be a good idea to reduce our sexual tension a little because challenges may lay ahead." "But..." Paula looked at me a little shocked. Her mouth made more of an 'o' than it normally did, "You mean there are still things you haven't told me." It was a statement, not a question. She gazed at me searchingly again, "I think this time, I'll just trust you, but this is sure going to be embarrassing!" I reached under my dress with my left hand, "It can also be very erotic, and intimate, don't you think? Now, about you and Holly in the bathroom..." Paula turned pink when she saw me put my hand under my dress and spread my legs a little, and turned about two shades pinker as I watched her put her hand under hers. She spread her thighs slightly and let her out her breath in an abrupt sigh, "So there I was, showing off for Holly and really enjoying it, when I glanced at the hand she was covering herself with, and I saw she was slowly squeezing herself. As you can well imagine from what a nerd I am, this shocked me. I don't know as she was masturbating exactly, but she was certainly comforting herself at my expense..." Paula paused and looked at me, "Oh, you were so right about doing this." She rested her cheek on my shoulder, "And it is sweetly intimate... I can feel you moving..." "And I can feel you," I said softly, and a little breathlessly. After all, our hips and shoulders were touching, and we could easily feel the other vibrating, "So you were feeling shocked that Holly was touching herself and watching you. Let me guess, it tempted you to put on more of a show?" "Darn, Claire!" she breathed, "Do you really know me that well? Or is it just what anyone would do?" I giggled, "Neither, but it's what I would have done. What did you do?" Paula giggled too, "I arched my leg and rested my toes on the bathroom sink while I dried my foot and calf with the towel, and I really took my time. It wasn't quite as bad as if I had used my fingers to do it, but I could feel cool air on my inner parts, and I knew she was getting a fantastic view. She was also looking at my nipples a lot, and they were so hard and sticking out so far that she must have known how aroused I was by her standing there with her panties around her ankles and squeezing herself and looking me over. Then I even looked straight into her eyes and squeezed myself in front of her, just like she was doing in front of me. Then suddenly, I felt really ashamed of my lewd and obvious behavior, so I bundled myself into the towel and hurried to my bedroom." She released a tense sigh that I interpreted as an indication of a high degree of arousal. I was sure aroused by masturbating with this dark-haired beauty, and was getting pretty close myself, but we just quietly rubbed our clits for another minute. I was trying to think of something to say but my sexual state was interfering terrifically with my ability to concentrate my thoughts. I was a little surprised when Paula voiced what I'd like to have thought of to say, "Claire? I'm getting... close. Do you think we could be just a little more... intimate?" I turned toward her and she was already turned toward me and looking at me. I moved my right hand over to her belly and slowly raised it until I was cupping her left breast, and once again she mirrored my actions. It was hard to say which gave me greater pleasure, the warmth of her hand lightly squeezing my breast, or the lovely feel of her nipple pressing firmly into my right palm as I squeezed her warm and lovely breast. Her hooded eyes caressed me as she breathed through her parted lips and licked at her lips, watching me. And we came that way, touching each other's breasts and watching each other's faces. It was almost frighteningly intimate. Seeing the anguish of her orgasm on her face while knowing that my own visage was just as nakedly revealing - it was like baring each other's souls for the other to see. Orgasms are such a conundrum to describe anyway, but suffice to say this was a very rich and good one for me, and greatly intensified by the sense of intimacy with Paula. I knew from the emotions running across her face as the trembling undulations of pleasure slowly subsided, that she was feeling pretty much the same things I was. I saw shyness, lust, bashfulness, pleasure, love and a sweet, naive curiosity, all going back and forth and running together in her eyes and her expressions, and I was feeling those things, too. Finally, I smiled as we removed our hands from under our dresses, "Paula, I think we've made the room smell like the girls had been in here." "Yes," she smiled back with some pride in her smile. We were still holding each other's breasts, and I don't think either of us had the inclination or desire to remove our hands. She regarded me seriously and said, "I know that the definition might be tricky, but I think we just made love." "I wouldn't know what else to call it," I murmured just before our lips met in a sweet, tender kiss that didn't last long but was a potent balm for our hearts. I pulled back to glance at the clock on the wall, and it was just 8:30. She followed my glance, and slowly drew her hand down from my breast, but I just moved mine from her left breast to her right breast and gave it a playful squeeze. She clearly didn't mind and smiled at me before saying, "So what happens at eight-thirty?" I grinned back at her and answered, "At the moment, if they're doing it as a strictly as a military operation, and I expect they are; Alyssa and Holly are crawling through Alyssa's bedroom window. So we should give them at least another ten minutes to take off their clothes and get into the swing of wild sexual acts of abandon." Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 03 Paula put her hand on the back of my right hand that was massaging her right breast to tell me that she didn't really want me to move it as she politely inquired, "Why should they do such a strange thing, and why would you... Oh, of course, this is another phase of operation 'seduce lonely old mom.' I see. I suppose we're supposed to sneak down the hall and then when I get a good look at what lesbian sex is supposed to look like, I'm supposed to tell you to take me to bed and make a real woman of me?" I laughed and reluctantly withdrew my hand. She made a little face at me for doing that, and then laughed as well at the obvious correctness of her guess. "Come on," I said, "Our wine glasses are empty, and we could both use a swallow before the show begins. I assume you want to attend the show? Of course we are under no obligation..." "Wouldn't miss something put on for my benefit," she smiled, "and who knows, it might just work as planned." While we moved the loveseat back to the wall and picked up our glasses, I mentioned, "The interesting thing is, they know that we know what we are they are doing, and further, they know that we know that they will be pretending we aren't there. So it doesn't really matter whether we make noise, how long we stand there, or heck," I waved my empty wine glass, "We could walk into the room, turn on the lights and sit down on the bed to watch so up close that we can hear and even smell everything. They'd still probably pretend they didn't know we were there. It's in the rules or something." I gave one of the cheeks of her bottom a little squeeze as we stepped through the kitchen door, and she jumped a little but smiled over her shoulder at me, "I think it would be indecorous to be quite that forward, but you do propose interesting possibilities, Claire." She poured us both about a third of a glass of wine each, "You know," she toasted me with her glass, "Now might be a good time to pee, if you need to, since ah, well, how long will the show last?" "Good question!" I grinned and toasted her back, "Show's over at 9:30, when they will once again vanish into the night, for the rest of the night. I could probably pee, but I could hold it another hour, too. How about you?" Paula made a little moue, "I do need to pee, but," she stepped close and put her hand on my forearm, her voice becoming a little breathless, "I'm enjoying your company so much, I don't want to be away from you, not for even that long. Unless..." I looked into her eyes, suddenly willing to do anything for this woman, and she was asking for so little, "Of course, I will come with you," I assured her and swallowed the rest of my wine. She took me by the hand and we held hands all the way to the bathroom. She closed the door and turned on the lights, then actually led me to the toilet. I began to understand why she had brought me here with her - she wanted to exhibit herself as she had done for Holly. Well, if she wanted to show, I wanted to watch and would play into her enjoyment with all my heart. Sure enough, when she sat on the toilet, she straddled it with her legs spread wide and as she sat, she bunched her skirt and hoisted it nearly to her navel. "Wait please," I urged her softly as I squatted low enough to get my face level with the toilet seat. I stared at her dark delta and due to the highly promiscuous posture that she had adapted, I could see her lips spread a little bit, but I knew she'd like it if I asked for more, "I wanted to wear black lace panties, but Holly wouldn't let me. Would you spread yourself a bit for a better view?" I didn't have to fake the look of rapture on my face as I gazed at her lovely open mound. "Of course," Paula agreed sweetly as she carefully positioned her hands to spread herself even wider so that I could now see most of the upper part of her crevice, the hood, the tiny head peaking out and the thickness of her outer lips. Her color inside was a light fleshy tan. It was lovely! Paula absently said, "I had some pink lace panties, very sheer that I wanted to wear for you. I didn't have any idea that you'd get to see them or not, but Alyssa wouldn't hear of it. She kept saying that it wasn't the fashion." She swallowed, "I don't know why it turns me on to display myself so wickedly like this. But the way you are looking at me, well, it really makes me so very aroused, Claire!" "You can pee now," I said softly. Her stream was instantaneous and strong and went on for a long time. As it began to dribble out, I said dreamily, "You know what you should do? The next time you are talking to Holly about something, pretend you just don't want to interrupt your conversation, and bring her in here to watch you do this. She wouldn't just be enjoying the view; she's kind of into the pee part of it, too." She started to reach for the toilet paper, and I hastily said, "Please allow me." I gently patted her dry and she made a high-pitched, nearly inaudible cooing noise. Curiously, she made no attempt to rise, "Could you explain about Holly being into the pee part of it?" "Well, earlier she asked to watch me pee, and when I went to do so, she posed me much as you are now, and when I started to pee, she uhm, well, she cupped her hand in the stream and started rubbing my genitals and my uhm, anus with this hot pee, which was pretty messy as you might imagine; it splashed everywhere, but actually felt pretty nice too. But because of that, I had to take a quick shower before my bubble bath, and because Holly had smeared my pee on her breasts and then licked her fingers, she had to take a shower with me." Paula took all this in with astonishment on her face, and since she still hadn't moved, "Darling, I'm still enjoying the view, but I need to pee, too." "Oh," she squeaked and immediately rose to get out of my way. "Would you like the show too, or should I just pee?" "Show, please," she said quietly in a very small voice. Willing to do anything she wanted of me, I straddled the pot, squatted, leaned back a little and spread myself with my fingers, "Ready?" I inquired, really needing to pee at this point - I guess the suggestion offered by watching her go was a bit rough on my bladder. "Claire, you're so beautiful!" she exclaimed quietly, "Oh yes, do please pee." I began to do so and she seemed a little excited, "Oh, I always wondered what that looked like. A woman never really knows unless she watches someone else!" Come to think of it, I had the same thought earlier when Holly had invited me to watch her pee. I just smiled at Paula, but she didn't notice, she was staring so hard between my legs. And she wanted to clean me up, too, and patted me much more thoroughly than necessary, but I sure didn't mind that. As I rose, she stood as well and whispered, "I'll have to ask Holly about these water sports. Who knows, I might like them, too. You should know this about me. Anything that's dirty, filthy, naughty or forbidden just tugs at my heart." I put my arms around her and held her close, and whispered back, "Yes, you told me before, and it makes me want to... well, I'll tell you later! Let's go take a look, if you still want to, that is." "Oh yes," she whispered urgently, "But I want to tell you something first. Something about your... about your pussy. Is that what I should call it?" "Ooo," I hugged her tighter, and whispered in her ear, "There's something so sexy about the way you say pussy, so please yes, tell me about my pussy." She shivered a little and whispered back into my ear, "I think you are really beautiful down there, but I'm a little intimidated by your... pussy. And later, after the girls leave, I think I'd really like to kiss you there. That is, if you wouldn't mind letting me, and if you didn't, you know, think too badly of me for it." And she looked a little fearfully at me as if I might push her away in disgust. "So, you haven't really researched this lesbian stuff on the internet or anything?" I whispered, and she shook her head, almost indignantly, "Well, honey, I would be deeply honored and very, very pleased if you would kiss me there. Meanwhile, you're missing an education that I think you really are going to need before the night is over!" She just gazed adoringly into my eyes and said, "Thank you, Claire!" I just smiled at her and led her out of the bathroom and down the hall. Alyssa's room was at the very end of the hall on the back corner of the house. When we got close, I was amazed to see that they hadn't been subtle at all. They not only left the door open about a foot, but they actually had the lights on. And the mirror was amazing! It was quite large, and it gave us such a clear view of what was going on in the bed. Of course what was going on in the bed was sex between Alyssa and Holly. Alyssa had a large bed, easily king-size, maybe bigger. The lovely teenaged blond was stretched out on her back with her legs spread wide with Holly lying between Alyssa's shapely legs. Holly's long dark hair splayed across her back, and with the brunette's legs spread wide, both her awesome ass and most of her open pussy were clearly visible. Alyssa's lovely hips were slowly and gracefully undulating up and down while Holly was orally servicing her. I was a little concerned about Paula's reaction to this scene, as she seemed frozen and staring at the image in the mirror. She had no expression beyond normal on her face; her lips were parted, as was usual; her stillness was what worried me. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "What do you think?" "They're so beautiful!" she exclaimed in a barely heard whisper. Alyssa would have drowned that out anyway with her quiet moan, and Holly responded to Alyssa by wiggling her face left and right in the blonde's open crevice, which got another slightly louder moan out of Alyssa. We could see Holly's nose nuzzling in Alyssa's sparse mound of golden brownish-red pubic hair. "You're right," I said in a whisper, but I was looking into Paula's eyes, "They are as beautiful and desirable as angels." Paula whispered, "This IS quite an education, Claire." And there was no mistaking the sincerity of the sensuousness in her whisper as she turned away from me to watch the girls. After a few moments she glanced back at me and whispered back at me rapidly, "I can't believe I actually apologized for asking your permission to kiss your pussy! You mean this is what is normally done? You did this with my daughter, and you let her do this to you?" "Yes to all your questions, Paula," I whispered, "I didn't have time to tell you everything there is to know in the bathroom!" I realized then that I feared her anger more than God's at that moment. Holly? She mouthed at me silently, so I whispered the truth. "Of course, all that and more." "Oh my God!" she breathed so softly that I barely caught it. The girls had shifted positions into a sixty-nine with Alyssa on top and giving us a very clear view of Holly licking Alyssa's blondish pussy. Paula fanned her face with fluttering hands, "Women do this?" She swallowed, "It's just so - so dirty and beautiful at the same time!" She turned back to me; "I really thought you'd be offended or at least embarrassed when I asked to kiss you there! I thought I was being so bold, so nasty!" She paused and looked deeply into my eyes, "And you wanted to do that to me all along?" "From the moment I watched your calves walk away from me in the kitchen, and I want more, much more. You're husband never..." "Good God, no," whispered Paula, almost indignantly. "And the only orgasms I've ever had in my life came from my own hand." She looked back at the mirror and I heard her draw in a gasp. I followed her eyes and now Alyssa was bent over with her bottom in the air and Holly was inserting her tongue inside Alyssa's sweet little pink pucker. Paula put her hand on her chest like she was having a heart attack, her other hand was covering the center of her bottom as if to protect it. She didn't say a word, but she blushed pretty eloquently. As we continued to watch, Alyssa fucked Holly's thigh, then after an orgasm, Holly fucked Alyssa's nipple with her clit while Alyssa held her own breast steady with both hands. When Holly came, Paula was quivering in my arms. Paula spoke aloud, a little breathlessly, but loud enough for the girls to hear. "Please, allow me to thank you girls for everything, and I want you to know that your plan has worked out beautifully, just as you hoped it would, but Claire and I would like to be alone now for some... bonding." Both girls were sitting up and smiling and looking directly at us through the mirror. Holly said, "I love you Paula, and I love you, Claire." "I love you both so very much," began Alyssa, "Claire, be gentle with my mother, but make her come hard." Paula looked back at me and smiled, "She already has dear, but not for the last time, I expect!" She turned back to the girls. "You can wake us at nine, tomorrow, Alyssa. We'll have juevos rancheros, avocado slices, and bacon for breakfast, with orange juice and coffee. I'd come in there and kiss you both good night, but it might be better if you two just run along." The girls were already slipping on panties, but Paula went ahead and closed their door. She turned to me and softly said, "I hope the breakfast menu is okay for you, and I hope you'll please stay the night with me. I realize now that it was terrible for me to assume..." I put my arms around her neck and stood on my tiptoes to kiss her, then whispered, "The breakfast menu just sounds wonderful, and I would be delighted to stay the night with you, darling." I was breathless with need for her and was thinking of taking her right here, right now in front of Alyssa's door. Paula put her palms on my cheeks and said, "Thank you so much, Claire, but I have another huge favor to ask of you, and you look like you're ready to rip my clothes off." Reluctantly, I released her and took a step back. After a deep breath I said, "Anything you want, Paula. Absolutely anything." "But you're the birthday girl," Paula teased, then sobered and looked a little apologetic, "Honey, I'm feeling just a little overwhelmed. Could we maybe get some more wine, then go talk on the loveseat some more? After what I just saw in that room, that sex toy of a loveseat seems so nostalgic and safe somehow." I took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. "If you want to talk, then that's what we're going to do, sweetie. You go ahead and get the wine and I'll prepare the love seat." I dragged out the loveseat as before, and repositioned the end table to make it easier for Paula to set down her wine. I had just sat down in my former position when she walked up, handed me my wine. Surprisingly, she sat down facing the same direction as me. So she definitely was notifying me that there was a no sex policy in effect until she said otherwise. I smiled at her but didn't say anything for a few moments. We sipped our wine a while, then she said quietly, "Thank you for your understanding." We went on for several more minutes in silence, then she said, "I'm a little disturbed about some things, and I'm a little confused, and I'm not even sure how to say what I feel." She looked at me sideways and added, "Hell, I'm not even sure if it's important." I took a sip of wine, and then slowly spoke, "If something is upsetting you, that makes it plenty important to me. Perhaps if I asked a few questions, things might become a little less unclear in your mind, and at least, I'd have a clue. Because right now, I don't, hon!" Paula turned to me again, her eyes wide, "I'm so sorry, Claire! It wasn't just wrong to shut you out; it was also pretty stupid. You know, I think you're the intuitive, smart one!" I shook my head and refused to look at her, "No, but I do have a little more experience than you do," I laughed, and I'm afraid it came out a little bitter, "Very, very little more experience than you, actually, but definitely more. For example, Bart was no super lover, but he always made me come before he did, and he usually did that by going down on me." Paula let a little frown cross her face, so I clarified, "Going down, oral sex, eating pussy, rug-munching - outside of our own hands or vibrators, most women get their orgasms that way, and I guarantee you will usually get a much more powerful orgasm than with your hand or a vibrator. Okay, first question. This is the one that will either make my day or break my heart, so tell me the truth. Do you feel differently about me, now?" She frowned a moment, and my heart stopped. Even frowning I still found her beautiful beyond words. "No, I don't think so. Or at least... well, I don't think so." She saw me put my hand over my heart, and I must have looked like I'd been kicked in the face by a mule, because she hastened, "No, I definitely don't feel different in the way you mean. I am still hot for you, very, very hot, and I still think I might be falling in love with you." I gulped down the rest of my glass of wine, "I may have to wait for my heart to start beating again." "I'm so sorry!" Paula said just as earnestly as she could, "You see how unintuitive I'm being right now? I'm just confused, mostly." She took my empty wine glass out of my hand and literally ran to the kitchen to refill it. She didn't run back, but she was walking fast and making her breasts bounce invitingly. This time she handed my glass to me and sat facing the opposite from me, "It really is hard to talk facing the same way on this thing. It almost shuts the other person out." "That's the message I was getting," I shrugged, "Ready for the next question?" At her nod, I continued, "Did what you see excite you sexually?" "Oh yes!" she breathed very emphatically. "If you'd so much as rubbed my breast or my bottom, I would have had a climax, and I almost did anyway!" She frowned, and then added, "Seeing my daughter have sex and being very sexually excited about it is a problem on several levels. I mean, you've had sex with Alyssa, and so has Holly, but it didn't quite bring it home like seeing it - that's part of it... and that she's so good at it, so - so accomplished! You don't learn to look as graceful as a ballet dancer overnight, it takes years of work." "At least four years for Alyssa, assuming Holly was her first." I said, "But you don't have to feel bad about being sexually excited by watching them. As you say, Alyssa is very accomplished and graceful, and Holly's as delightful to the eyes, and you were in fact studying one of your future sex partners in action having full-out girl-to-girl sex - who wouldn't be excited by that?" Paula gave me a look that was part amusement, part exasperation, "Things are clearing a bit, and you are helping. I was also overwhelmed by the things that I didn't know, and things I never would have thought of, and you know what I'm talking about! Did I actually see Holly put her tongue inside my daughter's bottom? I'm sorry; I can't just jump right into all of that. Is it okay if we take it really slow at first?" I set my still full glass of wine aside, and turned to put my left arm around her, "Of course we can do things slow, at least as slow as Holly will allow. She has great plans for us in a threesome, you know." Paula gave me a startled blink and set her glass aside, "I guess that would be pretty much what it sounds like." Then she looked troubled again and bit her lip, after a moment she said, "I've been lying to you; well, by omission really, all those things I've mentioned are really bothering me, but I'm much, much more bothered by something else - something so terrible that I'm afraid to tell you." "Look," I said, being just as calm as she was nervous, hoping she'd be soothed by my calmness by osmosis or something, "Just because we can't be completely faithful because of having other lovers doesn't mean we can't be really close, and part of that closeness is sharing things. You can tell me anything Paula, and it would not make me turn away from you, and if it's your problem, it's my problem too, and we'll work it out together." Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 03 "Okay," and Paula took a deep breath that did wonderful things for her breasts, "When we were watching the girls, I thought they were both so beautiful, and I mean both of them." I guess she couldn't bring herself to say more, but I was getting the message. I thought about it before answering because... well because this really could be a serious problem. "Paula, your daughter is so beautiful, that it almost hurts me to look at her; she is so desirable! I couldn't blame any man or woman for not thinking the exact same thing, especially seeing her like that, totally nude and making love. I admit that this is an awkward situation, but I for one, certainly don't blame you for feeling that way." Paula nodded, "It's not just that, I mean I can't get the image out of my mind. I just, just..." Paula closed her eyes tightly and massaged her breasts, "I really wanted to go in there and just put my mouth on her and lick and taste her inside - I still do, and I know I'm going to want it in the morning, and maybe forever. It's so wrong, so terrible, but God, how I want her. And I... And I..." She opened her dark eyes and looked into mine, "I have to say... I'm afraid I may even..." She swallowed, closed her eyes for a moment, then when she opened she looked into my eyes and said, "I may even do something about it. In fact, I don't trust myself not to, I think. Oh my god! I want to have sex with my own daughter! What am I going to do?" I still had my arm around her, so I gave her a good squeeze. "Let me talk to her about it, maybe some time tomorrow. You know, Alyssa has the most wonderfully liberal and open an attitude about sex that I've ever encountered. She might be very open about the idea." She put her arm around me and embraced me back, "Thank you, Claire, it would be best if you did talk to her. If she isn't open to the idea, I'll just have to deal with that, and I will - somehow." She smiled at me lovingly, at least temporarily relieved. "Do you think we could just make love right now, and just use our hands this time, only on each other?" I looked at her small cupid's bow lips, which were parted, just showing her two front teeth, then up into her soulful eyes, "Oh yes, but I do have one request. Do you think you could do it naked this time? It would be such a turn on for me to look at your lovely body." "You mean and leave your clothes on?" She frowned a moment as if picturing it in her mind, the she looked at me brightly, "Actually that would be really fun for me, as long as you took your clothes off right afterward, but it would be a little more exhibitionist for it to be just me to be naked, and I would really like that!" She gave me a hooded look and added in low voice throbbing with sexual undertones, "Keep playing up to my fetishes, Claire, and you know that I won't resist you! After all, I don't want to resist you, you know?" I had thought so, but that was only part of the reason I suggested it. I practically hungered to see her naked breasts. I unzipped the back of her dark red print dress and she stood up holding it up over her breasts. She walked around in front of me and asked, "I know I have pretty nice looking legs without the high-heeled sandals, but they look even better if I leave them on, shall I?" I smiled and nodded. I just so wanted her to be happy. At my nod, she just dropped the dress and let it puddle around her feet. She put one hand on her hip and modeled her body for me, slowly turning by a few inches, pause, a few inches more, pause and so on, until she had turned a full 360 degrees. She had the body of a Greek Goddess. Her legs were long, tapering at knee and ankle, with rich curves in between. Her dark delta was not too thickly furred, but remained mysterious nonetheless. Her hips were wide, dimpled and generous, with a narrow waist and she had a sensuous 'innie' belly button. Her belly was taut and flat and her breasts were full with medium brown nipples and aureoles. Her nipples were large and were erect and looked hard. Her neck was long and gracefully shaped. Her bottom was as close to perfection as possible and was as full and lovely as Holly's and looked at least as firm. She had very little tan, and most of that at her lower neck to her upper chest and from just above her knees down to her ankles. "I hate to say this, but you're even more awesome than your daughter or Holly, and they are perfect beauties! I love your body, Paula!" "And I love the way you look at me, with such fierce lust and tenderness in your eyes. It truly makes me tingle all over, and when you touch me, I think you'll find me pretty moist. And that would also be from the way you look at me." She walked slowly back around the bench and resumed her seat beside me. "You're the one with a little experience. Should we go ahead here or go on to bed?" "Let's stay here, since you picked it," I said, marveling at the gorgeous nude brunette beside me, "The only question is do we do each other one at a time, or at the same time. At the same time is nice because it is bit more intimate and thrilling, but one at a time allows one to concentrate on what one is doing without distraction?" I giggled, "One at a time means we'd probably both of us do a better job." "Intimate and thrilling sounds really good to me," Paula said sweetly, "But first do you think you could walk around in front of me and pull up your skirt for me?" For an answer, I walked around in front of her and straddled her legs, as I was pretty sure what she had in mind. I raised my skirt up to my belly button for her. "You're so beautiful! I just want to kiss you before I lose my innocence." I raised my left leg and propped my foot beside her on the bench. "Oooo," she cooed as she lowered her face to my flaming orange-gold mound. She ran her nose through my pubic hair and cooed again, "Oooo, I've fallen in love with this perfume long before this moment. So lovely, so lewd..." And she kissed my crevice, her head turned sideways so she could kiss me like another mouth, and her kiss was like that. Soft, gentle, warm and sweet, and then she opened her lips, opening my nether lips with her mouth, and her tongue darted in the way it had darted into my mouth before. I gasped at the pleasure she gave me as her tongue slid over my inner flesh, stroking once over my clit, before she withdrew her tongue and added three more sweet kisses without tongue, each lower than the last. Then she drew her head back and smiled sweetly up at me. "Thank you, so much sweet Claire," She glanced back at my groin and ran her fingers through my pubic hair. "It's like having two lovers to kiss in one body." I withdrew my high-heeled sandal from the bench and smoothed my skirt shyly, "Paula, you're sweet and tender and I just love that about you. And that was the most pleasurable and romantic kiss I think I've ever had. I don't suppose you'd let me kiss you like that, and I mean, just like that?" She blushed but said, "It would hardly be fair to say no, and I don't think I could tell you no about anything anyway." I sank to my knees in front of her, "Would you stand and prop one foot on the bench, just like I did?" She rose gracefully and arched her elegant right leg and put her sandal on the bench. Embracing her upper left thigh with my right hand and cupping her right bottom cheek in my left, I only had to turn my head a few degrees to kiss her the way she kissed me. As I got close, her sexy smell wafted into my nose and was pungent and sharp by the time my lips touched her nether lips, and I paused there a moment just touching her lips with mine and breathing in her perfume, spiced with just a trace of pee. Then I pressed my lips more firmly and rocked my head slightly back and forth, and then I pried her pubic lips open with my lips, and slowly eased in my tongue as low into her crevice as I could. She flinched and gasped as I gently dragged my tongue from the base upwards, darting in and out to my right until my tongue laved over her clit and just past. I then gave her three sweet slow kisses without tongue moving closer to her bottom. Then I peeked up at her and said, "I see what you mean about a second lover in one body. I love you, Paula." I stood while she lowered her leg and then I put my arms around her neck and kissed her, just a sweet kiss barely touching her tongue with mine. She gave me a quick more feverish, almost greedy kiss back, slipping her tongue aggressively into my mouth, and then she pulled back and looked at me in wonder, "Claire, your kisses smell and taste like my pussy! I can't tell you how much I like that!" "And your kisses smell and taste like my pussy, and I love that," I purred with my arms still around her neck, "And I love it that you're a little taller than me and I have to turn my face up to kiss you. I guess that means I get to be the woman for you." I kissed her again, sweetly and tenderly but brought my left arm down to fondle her right breast, and pluck at her hard rubbery nipple with my fingers. I slid my hand on down her tummy until I was cupping her groin. And then so slowly it must have been torture for her; I eased my middle finger up into her vagina. She had to use both hands to raise my skirt and cup my pussy with her right hand, but once she had her hand under my pussy, she raised her left hand up to cup my right breast. "Okay stop," she gasped, frustration tightening her voice, "I have to have you out of that dress!" I kept my finger in her warm wet center until she had unbuttoned my dress, and as she let it fall, I had to remove my hand from her so I could step out of my dress and kick it aside, then while she was watching I traced my wet finger across my lips, then again across my upper lip and dabbed a couple of spots on my cheek and neck, both sides. "Just perfuming myself for you, darling," and then I wiped my finger dry between my breasts, then I put my left arm this time around her neck, and dropped my right hand to her loins, and while she mirrored my position, she arched her neck to kiss me even as my finger slipped back inside and I felt hers slide into my vagina. She was almost snorting she was trying to breath so deeply at the smell on my upper lip, her tongue lashing in my mouth was so aggressive it was almost crude. I felt so thrilled, I just wanted to go limp in her arms, but I had to concentrate on what my finger was doing as I slid it up her crevice to massage her clit with her own oils. And this despite the fact she was robbing me of my concentration by doing the same to me. We just went on, breast to breast and diddling each other's clits, occasionally using our free hands to grope each other's breasts, and kissing more and more passionately until we had to stop kissing and just embrace because we were both breathing so hard. Besides, at that point it was taking all my concentration just to diddle her clit, while she built a whirlpool of pleasure under my own. The dam broke inside her first, but only just ahead of me, and we were coming and coming in each other's arms, and in each other's hands, our heads side by side on each other's shoulders gasping and moaning at our extreme pleasure. Even before the last wavelets of our orgasms had finished, I dropped between her legs, and she spread enough for me to lick inside her vagina and lap at the last of her lubrication juices. Paula understood what I was doing and was no doubt grateful for my avoiding her clit, because she allowed me to drink from her without protest, until she tugged on me to rise, and then she knelt in front of me, wanting to try it for herself. I spread my legs for her, but cautioned, "Paula you should know I get really, really wet down there during an orgasm." She rocked her head back and said, "Oh, I hope so," her voice muffled by my pussy as she inserted her tongue into my vagina and lapped from me. Since my orgasm was still tingling, I knew I still flowed, and sure enough I heard at least two distinct swallowing noises. Then we kissed, our faces now heavily scented with pussy perfume. Paula was so excited, I swear she even drooled a little; her kisses were so sloppy wet. "So nasty, so lewd, so wicked and so wonderful," she muttered between kisses. Finally, I stopped kissing her so I could suck at her nipples for a minute, which she seemed to enjoy quite happily. "You're making me horny again, baby!" She cooed, transferring my face to her other nipple. I rose after a while, and said, "Let's sit and finish our wine, then go to bed and fuck each other senseless." "Okay," Paula beamed prettily. Then after we had sat a minute facing opposite directions on the love seat and had a few more sips of wine, she asked, "By the way, just so I know what to do, what does fuck actually mean between two women?" "Well," I said, "You saw Alyssa fuck Holly's thigh until she had an orgasm, and you saw Holly fuck Alyssa's nipple until she had an orgasm. We can easily fuck each other at the same time by fucking each other's thighs. We could use a little oil on our thighs to make it a little easier. And of course, fuck includes the possible use of artificial penises." "I'd heard that they really made such things..." said Paula with a little frown. "Oh yes, they do indeed, in all shapes, sizes and colors," I said, being in no way an actual authority on such, "But since sex comes from the clit, at least in the most part for a woman, rubbing your pussy against pretty much any part of another woman's body seems to do the trick." "Oh yes, that sounds wonderful!" said Paula enthusiastically. Then she frowned thoughtfully, "Although, come to think of it, I'm getting a stronger and stronger desire to, how did you put it so gracefully, um, go down on you! Yes, Claire, I want to go down on you, and then perhaps I'll fuck your thigh." "I love you, Paula." "I love you, Claire." "But, you know, I'm just not going to wait, Paula. I'm going to go down on you right now." "Yes, Claire." She sounded a little breathless, but her tone indicated total submission. I set aside my empty wine glass and walked around the love seat and settled on the floor between her knees, "Nothing to be alarmed about, darling, this is actually the third time I've tasted your pussy, so no big surprises." Paula giggled nervously, "Oh this will be a big surprise, dear Claire, you have used your tongue with considerable restraint in the past two times, but don't worry; I'm so much more willing than I'm ready to admit!" I smiled up at her. I spread her knees and inspected her, taking my time for the luxurious enjoyment of the sights. Her dark delta was not too thickly furred, but remained mysterious nonetheless, until I spread her thick lower lips with my fingers and looked at her inside. She had mostly a light tan coloring inside her pussy with a small hood, the little head, at least for the present hidden inside. Her inner petals were slight and petite and her vagina yawned like a lovely oval tight enough that no hole was visible only a crease at the opening of inner flesh pressed together. I eased my tongue up her vagina as far as I could finding her more moist but even tighter inside, actually squeezing at my tongue, and I heard her give an almost animal sigh of joy at my penetration of her inner depths. Giving another sigh of contentment and joy, Paula stretched out her legs and spread them wider. I felt the fingers of both her hands running through my hair, as I began kissing, licking and sucking at every part of her inner and outer pussy, avoiding only the area immediately around her small, tan hood. Paula moaned, partly with pleasure and partly with frustration, so I began to tenderly kiss her little hood. Her moan changed tone to intense interest and she began to pull a bit at my hair. Finally I surrendered to her need and began interspersing my little kisses with quick lashes of my tongue across her hood, then poking with the tip of my tongue at the tiny opening at the base of her hood. She groaned, almost a growl, and I knew it was time to get serious. I settled to a steady rhythm of licking her hood, finding the almost undetectable lump that was the head of her clit underneath about three quarters of her hood. Then I began lashing more fiercely while inserting first one finger into her vagina and then two. When her hips began to twitch and tremble, I shoved a third finger inside her and doubled the speed of my licking and Paula cried out, pulling hard on my hair as if to pull me into her pussy. She came hard and for a long time, trying with limited success to fuck at my face - she just didn't have too much leverage - having nothing to lean back against. While no where near as wet as her daughter or myself, she oozed quite a bit of her inner juices, which after the peak of her climax, she allowed me to lick and swallow. When I straightened to look at her, she had a fine sheen of sweat shining across her chest, and her eyes were closed, her mouth panting. I kissed her anyway and she surprised me a bit by kissing back fiercely and sucking at my tongue. Finally she mumbled, "Can I do that to you, Claire?" "Of course you can, sweetheart," I said softly, pulling her to her feet, "Let's just go to the bedroom where we'll have some room to get comfortable." We must have stopped to kiss and rub our breasts together about twenty times on our way to the bedroom. Oh, and one more thing, diary! Paula is one gifted learner when it comes to the art of eating pussy! Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 04 I woke up beside Paula. For just an instant when I rolled over and saw her face on a pillow beside me, I couldn't believe my eyes and had no memory of what was happening. Then it all came back even as I was drinking in the beauty of her sleeping face. I slipped out of the bed as silently as I could, noticed I was nude, and hurried to the bathroom adjoining her bedroom. I quickly located her mouthwash, and not wanting to contaminate the bottle, I turned my head back and poured some into my mouth. I managed to swish it around without choking, and then spit it out. It burned, as mouthwash always did, and I stood panting over the sink for a second. "God what a sexy sight!" Paula said quietly as she came up behind me, "And great minds think alike. The first thing I wanted to do was kiss you good morning, but I wanted fresh breath to do it with, too." She reached around and took the bottle from my hand and took a swig, swished it around and spat it out. "But I also had to pee, too. Do you want to go first?" "Do you get up that beautiful every morning, Paula?" I asked as I sat on the toilet and began peeing loudly. She propped one hand on her hip and stood seductively right in front of me, watching me pee with obvious interest so I spread my legs wide so I was straddling the pot. She licked her lips and without looking away from my orange furred groin she answered, "Sure do!" she said brightly, "Usually, there are several sex magazine photographers lined up at the foot of my bed, just waiting for me to stand up naked in the bed. But I never saw anything that lovely sitting on my toilet before." "I bet you say that to all the girls that you watch pee," I said coyly as she reached between my legs with a wad of toilet paper and began to softly pat my pussy dry. "If other girls peed in front of me, I certainly would. Everyone deserves to feel special!" Her dark eyes glinted with humor and affection. I stood and she sat down, and I squatted in front of her to watch her pee. I knew that she would want me too, even if she hadn't done it to me first. Paula had a strong yen for exhibitionism that she wasn't at all ashamed of - heck, I think she is proud of it! While I patted her dry, she said, "Let's hurry back to bed. We don't have enough time for sex, but we could start the day with some lovely necking." So we lay under the covers, kissing and touching each other, enjoying each other's bodies until at exactly nine am, the door swung open and Alyssa and Holly swept in bearing trays. "Look at them!" quipped Holly; "They've been going at it all night!" We blushed and grinned and sat up and propped up our pillows letting the girls see our breasts as we prepared ourselves to receive the trays. Alyssa served me, and Holly served Paula from the opposite side of the bed. Sure enough, on the trays were juevos rancheros, avocado slices, and bacon, with orange juice and coffee. Just what Paula had ordered for us last night! Without ceremony, we dug in while the girls perched on the outside edges of the bed and chatted with us until we were done eating. The girl's took away the trays and were back seated on the edge of the bed within two minutes. "Well, as much as I'd love to stay," Holly's eyes lingered longingly on Paula's nipples, "I have an appointment at the hair dresser to get my hair cut short." We all made noises of alarm and despair, because Holly had the most beautiful long, black shiny hair that hung to the middle of her back. Holly held up her hands for silence and shook her head, "Look at the three of you! All of you have short hair, and it's nothing to you to hop in the shower any time you feel like it, and then hop out, and with a little brushing, you're beautiful again. It takes me hours to deal with washing my hair and I'm sick of it!" She beamed a smile at Paula, "I'm getting mine cut just like yours!" "Oh, Holly," said Paula, "I don't think you want bangs, not with the shape of your face. Your face is more like Claire's bone structure. Tell the hairdresser you want it short and she'll probably give you a bob like Claire's." She noticed Holly staring right at her breasts. "You can kiss each of my nipples before you go, if you like." Holly eagerly climbed up Paula's body and sprawled on top of her and suckled for nearly a minute on each nipple. When she was done, she turned her face up toward Paula. Paula arched her lovely long neck and engaged in a long, leisurely French kiss with the teenager. Finally, with a great sigh, Holly rose, waved to everyone and left the room. "Whew! Kissing that girl really turned me on!" Paula declared. Alyssa started to rise to leave the room, but Paula waved her back down. "But I have some business in the bathroom, and then I'm taking a long shower, so why don't you two just settle for a little cuddling. I've seen you looking at Claire's breasts, honey, so enjoy yourself. I sure would if I were you!" Then Paula rose gracefully and walked into the bathroom, making me sigh with longing as I watched her go." "I'm so glad things worked out between you and Mom, she already seems years younger. Have you noticed?" Alyssa seemed so genuinely happy, that my heart ached for her. "Alyssa, dear," I sighed not knowing how to even start, "There's something we need to talk about." Her face fell, "You're blowing me off for mom," she said dully, "Not that I blame you. But I can't swear I'll never touch you. I waited for so long and now that I've..." I held up a hand and put a finger across her lips to stop her, "No, I've discussed that with your mother. She knows I love you and would never give you up." I smiled reassuringly at her while her eyes teared up a little with joy, "But what I have to say is very awkward. You see, when your mom watched you and Holly together last night, she got really terrifically turned on..." Alyssa nodded eagerly, indicating she had expected that, so I went on, "And she wasn't just turned on by watching Holly have sex. Do you understand?" Alyssa shrugged, "So you're saying it turned her on watching me have sex, too. That seems perfectly natural to me. I mean both Holly and I are attractive alone, but together like that..." I sat up and covered her mouth with my fingertips again. "I'm saying your mother wants to make love to you, Alyssa. I think she wants the four of us to be a sort of loving family, and she wants anyone to be with anyone at any time, but besides that, I think she wants... no; I know she wants to have sex with you." Then I took my hand away from her mouth. Alyssa's lips were parted as if she was about to speak but nothing came out. She glanced toward the bathroom, and then looked back at me and while wincing asked, "Really?" I nodded. "Wow!" was all she could seem to say. After a minute had passed, she asked, "So she wanted you to feel me out on this before doing something that might blow up in her face?" My lips quirked into a smile, "Actually it was my idea to warn you, but yeah, something like that." She spent a minute studying her hands, and I finally asked, "So how do you feel about this idea?" She smiled at me, "I feel pretty weird about it, to be honest, but I'm trying to adjust to the idea in my head. After all, she is a very beautiful and sexy woman. If she wasn't my mom, I wouldn't hesitate at all..." "I could tell her that you just don't like the idea at all. She'll learn to live with it, I'm sure." I said this but wasn't sure I believed it. "Oh no!" said Alyssa, almost looking shocked, "If she wants me that way, I just have to give it to her. She's my Mom and I would do anything for her - absolutely anything! I'm just hoping that I'll like it. I think I will like it..." I touched her cheek with my fingertips and said as we both heard the shower start, "Why don't you take off your clothes, pull this sheet off my body and let's be having fun when your mom rejoins us. Maybe things will just happen naturally, especially if you are good and hot by then." Alyssa grinned and pulled her shirt over her head, "That works for me!" She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her shorts. She wasn't wearing bra or panties. I had a couple of brief moments to look her over, while she pulled down the sheet exposing my body. Alyssa's eyes are bright blue, and a smile full of even white teeth framed by good- humored dimples and a rounded chin. She had short blond hair in a bob, similar to mine - moderate breasts, curvy hips and shapely legs. Her firm young breasts sported lovely light brown and very firm nipples, and between her legs was a lovely little triangle of golden and mahogany colored pubic hair. Her pubic hair's color changed according to the angle and the color of the light, but it definitely had elements of light brown and red, sparkling with gold. My own body is as firm as hers if not so young. My breasts are a little bigger with pink nipples; I have gold-red-orange pubic fur, and freckles everywhere but my creamy bikini marks. My red hair, which I wear fairly short - it comes down to about the top of my neck in a cut that is a bob with tweaked ends. In the front, my hair nearly reaches my chin on both sides. And according to Alyssa, Holly and Paula, I have the shapeliest well-muscled calves in the world, although I think they all have legs very similar to mine, especially Paula - one couldn't tell our legs apart if it weren't for my freckles. Paula! I'm falling in love with all these girls, but Paula! She was taller than I, by maybe two inches. She had a slimmer build, but nice hips and shapely legs - Alyssa had come by her legs honestly. Paula's eyes were large and dark brown, her nose long, but straight and thin. Her face was roughly oval tapering slightly to a small rounded chin. Her black hair was short fringed bangs in the front and layered on the sides no lower than the back of her jaw. Paula's haircut accentuated her long swan-like neck - a very lovely neck. Paula's breasts were about the same size as mine and I mostly wore a 34 C cup, but hers were just slightly fuller. I would be hard pressed to name Paula's sexiest feature, but if I had to, I'd have to say her mouth. She had a small mouth with Cupid's bow lips, with her lips not too thick or thin so she didn't quite have that pouty look. Her two front teeth were just slightly prominent, and her mouth was usually slightly open, giving her an almost surprised look as her most normal look. I don't know how, but all those things combine into what looks to me like a really sexy mouth. Oh, and one other thing, an almost strange thing, and that is her smile. Her smile is impossibly wide for such a small mouth - when you see that grin stretch across her face, it just doesn't seem possible! When Paula grins her face is full of even white teeth and her two front teeth aren't noticeable from the rest, and you just have to grin back. Just being near Paula makes me feel good. Alyssa crawling up my body and carefully aligning her nipples with mine as she settled her weight on me interrupted my reflections quite effectively. She gave me sweet, soft kiss on my mouth. After the second or third kiss, she murmured, "I want your pussy in my mouth." Practically panting I answered, "Yeah, I want my pussy in your mouth too, Alyssa. Will you lie on your back for me? I want to feel your tongue in my bottom before I fuck your sweet mouth with my pussy." "Oh yes, please," she moaned as she rolled off me and onto her back beside me, "that would SO be my pleasure!" I squatted over her face, facing her feet, and she could see I needed a little more room so she scooted a little further down the bed. I carefully positioned my asshole over her mouth and let her lick me a short while before lowering my self onto her tongue. I was still squatting on my feet, and raising and lowering my ass on her tongue, bearing down to make it easier for her to enter me, when I saw the bathroom door open and Paula stepped into the bedroom. Seeing Paula naked, although I have several times now, still took my breath away. Paula's legs were long, tapering at knee and ankle, with rich curves in between. Her dark delta was not too thickly furred, but remained mysterious nonetheless. Her hips were wide, dimpled and generous, with a narrow waist and she had a sensuous 'innie' belly button. Her belly was taut and flat and her breasts were full with medium brown nipples and aureoles. Her nipples were large and were erect and looked hard. Her neck was long and gracefully shaped. Her bottom was as close to perfection as possible and was as full and lovely as Holly's and was as firm as the dark-haired young girl. She had very little tan, and most of that at her lower neck to her upper chest and from just above her knees down to her ankles. I knew what Paula was seeing. Me, sitting on her daughter's extended tongue, my freckled calf muscles flattened widely by being pressed against my thighs, my pussy spread wide and showing glistening pink, my breasts swaying slightly from my movements, my nipples firm and erect. My mouth was open from breathing heavily; my green eyes squinted with lust and flashing the fires of my desire, and finally her daughter's lovely, perfect naked body spread out before her like a feast, with Alyssa's lovely light brown-red mound glinting with gold highlights and the sparse nature of her pretty bush doing little to hide her sweet, puffy lower lips. I eased to my knees and repositioned my pussy over Alyssa's mouth, and whispered, "Spread your legs for me baby, and raise your knees." Alyssa spread herself obscenely wide right in front of her mother, and even from my angle I could see the blond girl's inner pinkness showing. Maybe Alyssa knew what I was doing. I think she did. Paula moved forward slowly - Paula was completely naked as I said, a couple of drops of water still glistening on her skin from the shower. Paula bent down over the bed, resting her belly on the mattress as she slipped her arms under her daughter's thighs and embraced her hips, arching her neck to lower her face to Alyssa's spread pussy. At first I saw Paula take a deep breath, only a fraction of an inch from her mouth making contact with Alyssa's open, pink flesh. Then Paula began to softly kiss every tiny bit of her daughter's inner and outer pussy. Of course Alyssa knew by now what was happening and who was doing it. She had her arms wrapped tightly around my thighs and was licking my clit as quickly as she could. I was trying to keep from coming, but between Alyssa's frantic attack on my clitoris and the angelic beauty of Paula's face worshiping her daughter's pussy, I might as well have been trying to drive back a tidal wave with fly swatter. I came harder than ever before, and while the orgasm rocked me like an earthquake I felt something happening in my pussy that I'd never felt before. I felt muscles contracting and bunching, relaxing suddenly with a feeling of relief and then bunching again, etc. over and over, and I realized I was spurting - spurting right into Alyssa's open mouth. I could hear her swallowing and gulping. Fearing I might drown the girl, I tried to pull away, but Alyssa held on to me with surprising strength, desperately drinking the fluids spurting from somewhere inside me. I didn't have enough strength to overcome hers, and I was still hypnotized by the combination of pleasure surging through my loins and the beautiful sight of Paula, kissing, licking and probing inside her daughter's puffy pussy lips. A weak noodle, I finally rolled my body off Alyssa and collapsed on my belly beside her, propped on my elbows and still watching Paula as she diddled Alyssa's clitoris with her tongue, her fingers working some magic below. Alyssa yelled out, "Mother!" in a loud cry and crossed her legs behind Paula's neck, her hips thrusting her pussy against her mother's mouth. Her fingers entangled in her mother's short black hair, and she fucked mercilessly at her mother's lovely face as her orgasm rippled through her over and over and over. Alyssa, who spurts often, was spurting in Paula's face. Paula let the first one splash on her chin, but then lowered her mouth and pinched Alyssa's clit with her fingers. I leaned so close my nose touched Paula's eyebrow, and she raised her face and let me lick some of Alyssa's fluid out of her mouth, and then hurriedly lowered her face in case Alyssa spurted some more. She did, twice more I think. Then Paula crawled up her daughter's body and lavished her breasts, face and mouth with wet pussy-scented kisses. Finally, Alyssa giggled and said, "Mother, I need to do a little breathing at the moment!" Paula smiled and rolled off Alyssa to lie on her left. I turned my body around and lay along her right side and smiled at my lovers. Paula got a serious look on her face, "Alyssa, I hope you weren't too shocked..." Alyssa grinned, "I think you were in the perfect place to judge my feelings about what you just did to me, Mama." Paula turned a little pink, "Yes, um... Do you do that squirting thing often, dear?" Alyssa nodded, "Mainly on just the really big orgasms, but yeah, I am pretty often given big orgasms by my two wonderful lovers! Wow, I guess I have three wonderful lovers now!" She turned to look at me, her blue eyes open wide, "And speaking of one of my wonderful lovers, what was up with you, Claire?" She glanced back at her mom to explain, "When Claire came, she must have dumped four to six ounces down my throat, and she's never spurted before! Heck, I never spurted that much in one orgasm before." I shrugged, not sure what to say, "Nope, never spurted before, but you have to admit, I do give a lot of juice when I come." Alyssa obviously didn't consider her question answered by the way she was looking at me, and Paula was looking at me curiously, too. I sighed, "Hey, it was my first threesome, you know? All I know, is Alyssa was working me really hard to come, and I was trying to keep from coming because watching you eat her pussy was the sexiest most beautiful thing I've ever seen, the worship so obvious on your face... I don't know, but I think it was all those things together." I grinned at both of them, "That felt really cool, the spurting I mean. It was like something happening in my pussy that I didn't even know about, and it felt really good." Alyssa giggled, "I know, just try describing that feeling to someone - they won't know what the hell you're talking about. Holly's pumped me for years, but I can't describe it, it just happens, especially when someone's playing with my g-spot. I wish Holly could spurt, but most women never do, but it sure hasn't been from lack of my trying to get her to!" "It all sounds so mysterious," smiled Paula, "but I must be like Holly, too. Last night..." Paula hesitated, obviously having a problem choosing words, "last night I saw, Holly put her tongue inside your bottom. Why did she do that? You don't do that sort of thing, do you?" Alyssa seemed surprised by the question, "Of course I do, Mom! And we do it to each other because it feels nice," she giggled, "and because it is a little naughty and intimate, we enjoy giving that pleasure as much as receiving it. Oh, and we do to each other a lot!" She turned and cocked an eyebrow at me. I turned pink, "It's not my fault! I'd love to do that to your mother, but she's... Well, she's a little shy and I promised to take it slow, and she's just getting used to the idea of eating pussy. Before last night, she thought girl's only used their fingers on each other." I looked mock piteously at Paula, "C'mon baby, defend me, please! Your very strict daughter feels I have let her down and neglected your education!" Now it was Paula's turn to turn pink, and I so enjoyed watching that, "Well, Alyssa, what Claire says is all true, and don't you dare be strict with her. I love Claire very much, and if you disrespect her, you're disrespecting me, and as the head of this family, anyone caught disrespecting me, or my wife," Paula gave a nod toward me, "Will get a spanking from me on her bare bottom!" We all started laughing with Alyssa and me both begging Paula to spank us. Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 04 Paula put on a martyred air, "Being the only responsible adult in this family is a truly thankless chore." We all giggled again, and Alyssa looked at me, "Wow, how about that shit, Claire? You're the wife! I think that's really sexy. And I guess I can forgive you for not licking my Mom's pretty butt yet, because you really did teach her to eat pussy so well!" she slid a hand down to run through my pubic hair, "Do you think I could get you to squirt in my mouth again? That's the first time anyone's done that for me, and I didn't appreciate how sexy it is." "Oh, it's very sexy," Paula assured her, "Claire's so greedy she made me share some of yours with her." "I saw that," giggled Alyssa, "And I don't think I've ever seen anything sexier than you two sharing my pussy juice mouth to mouth like that." I saw Paula shiver at Alyssa's words, no doubt thrilling at them, but I also suspected she was shivering with need. Alyssa's hand was still playing in my pussy hair, but I tried to ignore it as I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and kissed her mouth tenderly, making sure her mother got a good look at our kissing. A glance in her direction showed Paula breathing through her mouth as she watched me, and one of her hands was sneaking down between her legs. I knew instinctively what she wanted. She wanted me to make love to her daughter while she beat off, but I had other plans. "Alyssa, both you and I have had some beautiful orgasms today, but your lovely mother hasn't." "Oh no, Alyssa," sputtered Paula, looking shock and skipping pink and going right to red in the face, "I couldn't ask that of you, dear. Claire will take care of me just fine, if I don't just do myself. Actually I was enjoying watching the two of you kissing, and I was enjoying it a very great deal!" Predictably, Alyssa pushed me back and turned to her mother and pulled her into an embrace, giving Paula a deep, soul kiss that got Paula to put her arms around her daughter and start kissing back almost feverishly. When Alyssa slid down a little to begin kissing and sucking on Paula's breasts, I could see clearly what Alyssa intended, which is what I wanted her to do. I got up off the bed and walked around to the other side, and began kissing Paula's upper back. Then as Alyssa moved down her mother's body, I moved down now kissing Paula's lower back. Paula made another attempt, "Alyssa, please dear, you don't need to do this to your mother! And Claire? What are you doing?" What I was doing was kissing Paula's lovely bottom cheeks. I thought that obvious enough that a reply from me wasn't needed. Alyssa sat up to turn her body around, so that her hips would be available to her mother's head. I thought that was a good idea, so I turned my body around, too, so that my hips were behind Paula's neck. It was Alyssa who answered her mother and quite calmly, "You may be the head of the family at least at our house, and Claire may be the boss of hers, but where you, Claire and Holly are concerned, I am the master of sexual ceremony, and believe me, Mom, I always get my way in the end. I'm not doing you a favor, Mom. I'm satisfying a sexual desire to eat your pussy while Claire tongues your butt, then Claire and I are going to lick each other's tongues inside your vagina. And then I'm going to lick your clit and massage your g-spot while Claire licks and kisses your bottom some more. Meanwhile, if you just want something to do, Mom, you can nuzzle and kiss my pussy while Claire and I bring you the best orgasm you ever had." I glanced over Paula's hip to peek and sure enough Alyssa had returned to kissing and nuzzling her mother's dark triangle of pubic hair, and she had cocked her knee to give Paula access to her blondish pussy. Paula had embraced her daughter's irresistible hips and was indeed rubbing her face between Alyssa's legs when I heard Paula's pussy muffled voice say, "Yes dear." Satisfied that everything was proceeding well, I returned to licking and kissing Paula's bottom cheeks, then I gave her a long slow lick all the way down her crack until I slid into the base of her pussy's crevice and did indeed engage in tongue licking with Alyssa at and slightly inside the mouth of her vagina. Paula let out a muffled whoop that made Alyssa giggle, which made me giggle and Paula added another smaller whoop over her now giggling pussy. Alyssa and I then set about the more serious business of wringing the most powerful orgasm out of Paula that we could. Alyssa slipped two fingers inside of her mother's vagina and I was sure the g-spot was correctly engaged, while her daughter launched a slow but increasingly furious licking assault on Paula's little light tan hood. Meanwhile I rimmed Paula's cute little pale tan pucker with many little licks and kisses, and Paula's former whoops were transformed into first low muffled moans and soon into more guttural grunts. While I kept up my pleasuring Paul's delightful bottom, I did wait until her orgasm was well underway before I slipped my tongue as deep into her bottom as I could go. Paula's cry was immediate and accompanied by much thrashing of the hips - which as constrained as she was between her daughter and me hugging her from both sides, we both had a hard time being where we wanted to be because of Paula's wiggling, pumping and heaving around. But we managed, and were quite satisfied in the length of time it took Paula to ride it out. By the time Holly came back, we were all three of us cuddling and chatting in the bed. Holly stripped right away and wormed her way into our midst while we all complimented her on her new hairstyle, which incidentally did look a lot like mine. It was then that I came up with what I thought was a great idea. "You know the thing I like about this group sex or even a threesome, is the amount of eye candy," I explained earnestly to the others, "There is just always something so beautiful and sexy to look at, so I'm thinking of those mirror squares you panel a room with - for nearly all the available wall space, and even the ceiling too - our kind of group sex room, if you will. I have a spare bedroom I could set up that way, and even find me the biggest bed I can for it - like maybe a custom Ultra King or something with a rubber mattress cover and custom satin sheets, and ooo, satin pillow cases!" "That would be so great," said Holly dreamily. "Wow, I would love mirrors like that in my room, too," said Alyssa wistfully. "I wouldn't mind it in here, even," contributed Paula. "But it sounds expensive." I waved that away. "I have more money than I know what to do with," I said, not exaggerating by much, "I'll do my spare bedroom like I said, and I'll mirror Paula's and Alyssa's rooms. I draw the line at yours though, Holly. I'm not sure your mother would appreciate the idea." "That's fine, and very true, I'm sure," grinned Holly, "But you three are the people that I spend most of my time with anyway." Then she looked around at all of us, "Hey is anyone going to give me some sex, or not?" We gave it to her. I made arrangements for the work to be done the following Saturday and had to pay extra to make sure my Ultra King bed was made, delivered and installed by then. I figured we'd just stay in a hotel for the weekend and check up on the workmen periodically. ENTRY TWO (From Claire's Journal) It's been six weeks from that first fateful weekend that I documented pretty thoroughly under Entry One. And I have just experienced another quite singular weekend and wished to add it to the growing journal of my bisexual blossoming. Uhm, okay diary may as well be straight with you. I haven't had a penis in a couple of years and don't currently feel the need for one, so maybe we might as well call it my lesbian blossoming. I am making this entry on Monday morning, but I have to go back to last Friday night to start my current story. Life has been very good to me lately, especially in the sex department. My three new lovers; Holly, Alicia, and especially Paula have filled my recent times with much love and sex and I have rarely slept alone these last six weeks, and a single day hasn't passed without my experiencing a minimum of at least two orgasms at the hands of these delightful women. Unexpectedly, I have developed quite a fondness for threesomes and foursomes, especially when such things occurred in one of our mirrored rooms - which would be my spare bedroom, Alyssa's bedroom, or Paula's bedroom. I am thinking about mirroring my own bedroom as well - after all, I want to be ready for wherever the panties drop, so to speak. Since Holly couldn't have a mirrored bedroom of her own, I bought her an extensive array of lingerie, including camisoles, bustiers, nighties, and all sorts of designer French panties. It's high quality stuff, and she shares it with Alyssa since she stores it in Alyssa's closet. The foursomes tended to get pretty wild at times with everybody doing something to everybody else, and switching around often. Paula and Alyssa had shed what ever inhibitions either might have had about incest, and it wasn't unusual for me to walk into the kitchen or the bathroom and find one of them licking between the other's legs. Holly and I just thrilled at seeing them together, and it made for some very intense and deeply sexual experiences. Any way one looks at it, group sex was great because it felt as good as sex with one person and there was so much more eye candy available! And sometimes it so much was not just sex with one person. It is really quite exotically wonderful to have one girl lick your pussy while another tongues your ass. The very thought of it makes me shiver! And then there were a quite a few very active threesomes. Often it was Paula, Holly and I. But I also welcomed opportunities to be with both Holly and Alyssa, and on one of those occasions, Paula was present but only masturbated. I think Paula came more than any of the rest of us. I must say that about my favorite threesome was with Paula and Alyssa because the mother and daughter combination was always intense to the point of being fierce. But to say my sex life was rich and varied was definitely an understatement! Then the high school senior class campout for girls came up, and Paula was volunteered by her daughter Alyssa and her friend Holly, to be a chaperone. At the last minute, Paula had some thing at work come up and she had to decline. Since the campout couldn't proceed without a certain number of chaperones, the girls cajoled me into taking Paula's place and managed to get that change approved by Ms. Sinclair the gym coach who was in charge of the outing. On Friday at nine in the morning, our vehicles mustered at the high school, and we sat off in a great caravan of cars for hour destination, a camping ground in the mountains by a lake about two hours away. Sounds like fun, right? It could have been, I suppose, but Ms Hilda Sinclair turned out to be something of a martinet with an unfortunate talent for micro-management and a loud voice. Within minutes of our arrival at the lake, it became clear that she had organized and charted out every minute of the weekend, including who was going to sleep with whom in the tents. Us chaperones were assigned two to a tent, and we each were also assigned a tent of four girls that we had to check up on at least twice during each night. Except for one poor woman, a chemistry teacher, who had to share a tent with four teenage girls. My tent mate turned out to be middle-aged woman (a history teacher) named Ms Tolbert who either had no first name or refused to give it. She was humorless and unpleasant company. So Friday night was definitely no party. Although, I did enjoy sitting around one of the campfires with a bunch of teenage girls, gossiping and giggling, at least until Hilda Sinclair came over to our fire and made us sing "Cum Ba Ya". That was embarrassing. I didn't know any of the girls in the tent I had to check, so I went over there at lights out - 10:00 o' clock for the school girls and stuck my head in. "Okay, ladies, you can consider yourselves checked. If Hilda asks I came by again later, say I did, but I won't. So as far as I'm concerned, you can gamble, have sex or tell ghost stories all night long. But do try to get a little sleep, I'm sure Hilda means to kill you with hikes or something tomorrow." They all had a good giggle and one shy girl told me that she wished any of their teachers had the sense of humor that I do. I didn't doubt her one bit from what I'd seen so far. The next morning, Ms Tolbert lost her temper at breakfast, cursed out Hilda Sinclair, then jumped into her car and drove away. Ms Tolbert suddenly became my hero - and a lot of the girls felt the same way. Being the rapid and highly detailed organizer she was, Hilda immediately assigned the poor chemistry teacher to my tent and assigned her Ms Tolbert's tent of girls, assuming I suppose that the chemistry teacher would be so slobberingly grateful for being moved up to a grown-up tent, that she wouldn't mind the extra charges. I had finally gotten a chance at breakfast to visit with Holly and Alyssa, and they took turns apologizing for the outing being such a dud. Finally, Hilda came over and pointed out that we couldn't be listening to her schedule of the day's events if we were wagging our tongues. I looked up levelly at her and told her, "Lady, I know karate, and if I can't kick your ass, my boyfriend can. He's an enforcer for the mob. So never talk down to me again, or the next thing you'll hear will be the sound of your teeth breaking." Holly looked up at the gym teacher with a dead serious face, "Oh God, Ms Sinclair, he really is. Please be careful." She really put a lot of pleading into the word please. Hilda gave me a nasty squint, and then Holly, but she turned and walked away and didn't speak directly to me for the remainder of the trip. It turns out that Holly and Alyssa's chaperone was someone neither they nor I knew. And as I had no intention of participating in the grueling hike that Hilda had actually planned, I retired to my tent after breakfast to gather materials to take with me to the bathhouse now that I wouldn't have to stand in line to take a shower. The chemistry teacher was in my tent unrolling her sleeping bag. She was about my height and weight with a somewhat slimmer build. She was dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved sweatshirt that had the name of a college on it. She was a brunette with hair gathered into a ponytail that stretched a good six inches down her back. And she was as covered in freckles as I was. Having recently acquired a taste for large calves, since Holly, Alyssa, Polly and I all shared that strange trait; I couldn't help noticing her unusually large calves - thicker than mine. Also a little strangely, while they had a pleasing shape, they didn't ripple and move with muscle unless she like stood on her toes, which she did once, hanging a lantern on the apex of the tent and thus taking my breath away. Yet her thick calves were obviously very firm because they didn't wobble or jiggle when she moved. Her face wasn't too remarkable except for her soulful brown eyes. Her nose was a little rounded on the end, her lips seemed a little puffy above and below the actual lips, but the lips themselves were not quite thin, but close. Her face was oval and her features were regular, but somehow looking at her face caught at me, like I couldn't decide if she was pretty or plain although her freckled face was certainly pleasant. "Hi," I held out my hand to shake, "My name's Claire Madison." She had given me a similar once over and shook my hand warmly, "I'm Amber Evening. Sorry about the name. My parents were crystal healing, incense snorting new-age raving hippies." She gave me a sly look and added, "The girls are all talking about you and how you threatened to sic your mob enforcer boyfriend on Hilda Sinclair. If you ran for President, you'd get all the female votes in the senior class." Then she smiled. Her face cracked into lovely dimples and a crazy-beautiful grin, "You don't really have that dangerous of a boyfriend do you?" I chuckled, "I don't even have a boyfriend, Amber. But you know you just made my heart skip a beat when you smiled. I believe that's the loveliest smile I've ever seen! It just transforms your face into rock-star beautiful!" She blushed a little bit but kept the grin, "Yeah, well, you have the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. Are those contacts?" I held my hands up as if to ward her off, "Nope, so please don't try to steal them!" "Oh, I won't now that I know that they'll just come out as soggy bits of bloody flesh." She noticed I was grabbing a towel, "Oh right, no lines in the bathhouse! Hope you don't mind if I join you?" She grabbed her own towel and bathing kit, "And hey, don't you try to steal my smile, either. But you can see it anytime you say something funny or anything really, really sweet. Calling me rock-star beautiful was a nice start, by the way." As we set off from the tent, I said, "Deal! And you can look into my eyes for hours if you like. You know you have some pretty lovely eyes yourself. Maybe tonight we'll stay up half the night trying to hypnotize each other." "So if you hypnotize me, what are you going to make me do?" she asked idly as we stripped in the bathhouse and hung our clothes on pegs. "Oh," I said whimsically, "I guess I'll have you strip and perform the dance of the seven veils." She gave me that lovely smile, "Then I guess I'll have to hypnotize you into seeing veils, because - and I know you'll never believe this - but I left all my veils at home!" We chuckled and turned on two showers. There were eight showers but we just took the two on the end, and I couldn't help thinking that Amber was a friendly lady. After all she could have chosen a shower farther away from mine. She also had some very pretty breasts, somewhat smaller than mine but firm and up-thrust with large and very light tan nipples and aureoles, in fact they were much lighter than her surrounding skin which was evenly freckled. Which indicated, I guess, that she either sunbathed in the nude, or that the freckles were there anyway whether she got in the sun or not. She didn't have any trace of bikini marks and the skin between the freckles was very fair. I finally had to ask, "So Amber no bikini marks?" "Nope," she said, holding her face under the water, "I almost never go out in the sun. I'm a cave dweller." She glanced at me, "So where do you wear a bikini?" "When I garden in the backyard." I answered. As I turned toward her, I caught her looking at my flaming orange bush pretty intensely. She blushed and said, "Sorry, to stare, its just that your pubic hair has such a pretty color." I sighed and put my hands on my hips and looked her over quite obviously, "Great! So that's one more thing I have to let you look at anytime you want, what have you got?" She spread her arms standing naked in front of me and grinned, "Sorry, I got nothing." She had those lovely breasts, sexy dimpled hips, a dark delta that looked inviting and mysterious, and those extremely sexy calves. And that's not counting her sexy belly button and her nicely rounded, thick, freckled thighs that tapered to her pretty knees. I was pretending to count, and after I reached fifteen I said, "Ha, nothing you say! You have too many lovely parts that are nice to look at; I'm going to have to give up. Guess we'll have to keep our clothes on and keep it to the eyes. I really do like it that you find my pubic hair pretty, though. I think yours is lovely too. It looked soft instead of crinkly when it was dry." She turned a little pink at that and shut off her water and put her towel around her. I did the same. And as we walked back to the bench to dress, I asked, "Not even one veil? You're not very prepared!" Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 04 "Not even one," she grinned then tried to look regretful, "But in my defense, they wouldn't let me into the boy scouts, so I never learned to be prepared. Since you've seen me naked, I guess you know why. And as a matter of fact, it is very soft and pleasing to the touch." I looked over at her and smiled, and she smiled warmly back. "Know something Amber? I like you." "I like you too, Claire. How was spending the night with Ms Talbot? Everyone was betting you'd run screaming out of that tent in the morning." "Oh, she's like a drug for inducing unconsciousness. If you want to catch up on your sleep, I would recommend her companionship very highly." I added with a snigger, "Besides, she's not all bad. She told off that monster Hilda pretty well this morning." "That she did," agreed Amber, "But yours was much more classy." She slipped one arm through the crook of my elbow as we approached the tent, and then fluttered her lashes at me, "Mah heroine!" "Huh! Calling me a dope?" and that got me a giggle and a smile. Back in the tent, she lay on her side with her head propped up on her elbow and watched me as I spread my towel to dry and put away my bath things. I finally turned around and sat down cross-legged facing her. "What?" She sighed, "God! It's so boring the way you're always fishing for compliments. Okay, let's just say you're the most interesting thing in the tent to watch, and I have nothing else better to do. I hope you have some suggestions for something to do, because I got nothing." "The last time you said that," I reminded her primly, "You had a very great deal!" "Why do you keep flirting with me?" she asked, turning slightly pink and looking downward shyly, "I mean, I don't mind. In fact I really like it for some reason, but why?" I smiled, "Nothing else to do comes to mind, but the truth is, I guess I just really like you, and I guess, I don't know. Do you really think I'm flirting?" "Oh yes. You're treating my like a boy would who has hopes of getting into my pants." She looked me in the eyes more thoughtfully, "Do you have hopes of getting into my pants?" "While I find you very attractive to look at, Amber, I honestly haven't entertained any real sexual thoughts, much less laid any schemes towards the end of getting into your pants. Besides, you have smaller hips, and I don't think they'd fit." She giggled and I added, "And while I admit, now that YOU brought it up, that having sex with you isn't an altogether unpleasant idea, I have always hated my freckles and have never been attracted to anyone else who had any." "That is so true for me, too. There was this guy in high school who I really had the hots for, and he would never give me a second look. I always knew it was either my freckles or my fat calves or both." Amber shook her head, "That's what I mean by working a girl, you pick out her worst features and compliment them," she fluttered her lashes at me again, "Works like a charm, too!" "Well I get a lot of compliments on my freckles, and recently at least they have been from people I'm attracted to, but I'm afraid that historically I shared your views about freckles." I looked at her freckled legs, "It's a funny thing, but I'm starting to find freckles kind of attractive on you. And I'm sorry if you take it the wrong way, but I think your legs, including your calves, are gorgeous!" "That's a very sexy thing to say," she said softly then asked, "Are you married? And I know I shouldn't ask, but how old are you?" "Widowed," I told her, "but that was two years ago, so condolences aren't necessary. And I'm thirty," I admitted with a groan. And you?" "Divorced," she answered, "Age 26. And the divorce was about two years ago, but I'm really more disgusted than sad about it now. Haven't been on a date since I'm afraid." "Why disgusted, if you don't mind my asking?" Curiosity may have killed the cat, but not being a cat, I don't worry so much. "I caught him in my bed with a blond who, though flat-chested, didn't have fat calves." She gave a little smile indicating she hadn't given the punch line yet, but she didn't say anything else. "I'm so sorry, but you obviously plan to make me beg for the details," I rolled my eyes dramatically, "So what happened?" She grinned, "I had a terrible migraine at school one day, and came home unexpectedly, and found him in my bed with some blond man's dick in his butt. I told you it was disgusting." "And he didn't even invite you for a threesome?" I said, not having to fake looking a little shocked. "No, he didn't," she giggled, "the bastard!" She gave me a sly sideways look, "I still get the feeling you want to get into my pants." "Maybe you just have a guilty conscience because you want to get into mine. Did you ever think of that?" I said as I rolled over on my side and propped my head on my elbow, lying much closer to her, just about a foot away, in fact. She smiled but blushed, "No, I don't want to have sex with you. But I will admit that I'm so horny... well since last night anyway." She shook her head; "I haven't been horny since the day I walked in on the bastard. You know, I even agreed to try to work it out if he'd promise not to ever put me in the position of walking in on a scene like that again. But he said he couldn't promise that, so that, as they say, was that." "So what happened last night?" I giggled, "Come on, spill your guts, Amber. I'm dying to know!" "It's gonna sound stupid," she warned. "I doubt that, but still want to know," I urged. "Ugh, I can't believe I admitted anything or that I'm telling you this, but..." she hesitated and then began again, "Okay, you know that I had to sleep with four teenage girls last night?" I nodded so she continued. "I couldn't drop right off to sleep so I just lay there wondering how one actually counted sheep when I started to smell something that was familiar and then not familiar, you know?" "What? What did you smell?" I demanded. "Pussy sex-smell, that's what." She shrugged, "I hadn't smelled it in so long. I mean the incident with the blond man was a good four months before the divorce was finalized, and then six months since then, "So we are talking over a year and ten months since I last made that smell, and it's probably more like two years at least. At first I thought it was a girl beating off, but it got so strong, I had to wonder if all four girls were beating off, or if two of them were beating off each other, or hell, if they all were. There was plenty of little rustling noises and an occasional quiet grunt or moan. All I know is the smell made me terrifically horny by memory association or something, and no one was even touching me! The bastards! I can't tell you how tempted I was to join in!" It was my turn to shrug, "So who were the girls?" She rattled off four names I didn't know, and I was grateful Alyssa and Holly weren't among them. So I asked, "Why didn't you just go ahead and relieve yourself?" She looked at me in amazement, "Are you kidding? Don't you read the papers? Watch the news? Listen to the radio? Every time a teacher is caught in any kind of sex scandal everyone in the whole country hears of it, and the teacher is always fired and blacklisted. Now I may not have much these days, but I do have my job. I'd have been risking everything!" I looked at her a little doubtfully, "I suppose so, but you could have touched yourself pretty subtly I would think. I would have if I were that aroused, I think. So you were their chaperone, why didn't you just tell them to knock it off and go to sleep?" She shrugged and made a little face, "Hilda's making everybody miserable. I guess I wanted them to have a little fun." I leaned forward and gave her a little kiss on the cheek, "That's for being so sweet." I added softly. She closed her eyes and spoke even more softly than I had, "See, I knew you wanted to have sex with me." I giggled, "You're the one who keeps saying that. Have you have had sex with a woman before?" She smiled, "My roommate in college and I got pretty drunk one night and she started kissing me. It felt nice, so I let her keep on doing it a while, and I guess we sort of, you know, felt each other up. It was a pretty fun experience, but we never did it again. I think we were both pretty embarrassed about it, and never even talked about it." "Did you have a nice orgasm?" I asked. "And did she?" Amber blushed but answered, "Yes, it was really good for both of us, I guess. Thinking back, it was a shame that we were both so inhibited about it. But I just didn't want to complicate my life anymore than it was, and I did happen to be engaged at the time - to my loser of a husband in fact. I'm sure she had her reasons to put it behind her too." Amber squinted at me, "Since you want in my pants so bad, you must have some kind of background with that kind of thing. Either that or you've gone crazy-horny off the deep end. I'm starting to worry about that happening to me." "I married my high school sweetheart and before college in fact. We lived together and went to college at the same time. Those were hard years, working and going to school, no entertainment but sex and sleep. But they were good years, too. And up to about a month and a half ago, I had been chaste since his death - nearly two years." "Revenge is so sweet isn't it?" she grinned and poked me lightly in the tummy, "So now you're making me ask what happened a month and a half ago? You're a fiend, Claire!" she sighed actually giving me a pretty loving look, "Ok, so what happened six weeks ago?" I giggled partly at the poke and partly at the truth of her words because my motive to make her ask was indeed revenge, "I was seduced three different times by three different females in one day. Well, technically I was supposed to seduce the third one, but we kind of seduced each other, really." "Okay there's got to be a terrific story behind 'being seduced by three women in one day' so get off the pot and start telling it!" Her eyes positively gleamed with interest. I sighed and blushed and told her regretfully, "I may tell you that story when I get to know you really well, but I really can't. It would involve too many serious indiscretions and secrets." But then I smiled hopefully, "But I can tell you three things! Like, I hadn't ever considered it before, but after the first seduction, I was sold on sex with women! And second, I've had since then multiple sessions of group sex with the same three women, and I doubt that there's anything women can do together that I haven't tried. And third, I've had sex a couple of times a day for the last six weeks, and going cold turkey was probably only possible in the company of Ms Tolbert, because you're right. Today I am crazy-horny off the deep end!" "Wow!" Amber looked really open-mouthed amazed. After a moment she said thoughtfully, "You poor thing! How have you kept your hands off me if you think I'm so cute?" I tried to look pouty, "Because you said you didn't want to have sex with me!" Amber laughed aloud, and after our giggles started to die down, she gave me her sly look, "I didn't say that I didn't want you to have sex with me, though. Maybe I'd let you ravish me while I keep my eyes closed pretending you were a boy that I wasn't going to return the favor to!" I stuck my lower lip out further, "Well that would suck!" Then I grinned, and said, "It would be worth it though." "Uh oh!" she pretended fear, "Then I guess I have to say, I don't want you to have sex with me either." "I have an idea," I said, actually telling the truth, "We could take a nice walk for a while. Our hair is practically dry already, and even yours will be by the time we get back. Then we could have lunch." She took the holder off her ponytail and let her dark hair fan out. "It'll dry faster this way. Not that I care much, my hair is practically self-maintaining it's so flat and limp." "Fine, shiny and beautiful means the same thing and sounds a lot better, and ooo you look even sexier with your hair down." I said as we got up. "Down, Red, that's a good dog!" she smiled, "I can see it has to go back into the ponytail when I get back." We stepped outside and I spread my arms indicating the view - a lovely azure lake surrounded by green woods with gray, rocky mountains in the background. "Just look at this place! The girls could have so much fun here without that recreation nazi! Did you know that nut made me sing "Cum Ba Yah" last night!" "Humph, we had to sing "Daniel Row The Boat Ashore." She mumbled, "So you don't get any pity outta me." I took her by the hand and we began walking along the gravelly beach. As we passed the last tent, a dark-skinned woman stuck her head out and said, "I'm tired of reading. Can I come along with whatever you're going to do?" "Of course," I answered, "We're just going to take a walk." "Help me. Save me." Deadpanned Amber, "I'm being kidnapped by a crazy redhead and forced to go on a death march. Save me, Delia." "Aw Amber, a death march would do you good, sugar!" Delia stuck out her hand, "I'm Delia, and you're Claire the hero. It's good to meet you. Shall I take her other hand, Claire, so she won't get away?" I answered enthusiastically in the affirmative. So she grabbed Amber's other hand, and we stepped off into the forest along the edge of the lake, hand in hand. Still deadpan, Amber said with a sigh, "Oh God help me, I'm being kidnapped by a crazy redhead and a crazy Black English teacher. Woe is me." Delia was really pretty, and wearing a tee-shirt and shorts like me. Her hair was short, maybe half an inch long and she worn it natural. Her face wasn't just lovely, but open and friendly, too. The only difference was with Amber's clothes - she was wearing the short-sleeved sweatshirt but it was pretty thin, almost a jersey. We were all three wearing sneakers, except Delia's had red lights on the heels that blinked regularly. Delia smiled over at me and said, "You have great ideas Claire! Believe it or not, I've known Amber for years and never thought once about kidnapping her." Amber giggled and said, "Me, I'm starting to enjoy holding hands with two beautiful women, so neither one of you should forget and bend over." After a mutual chuckle, Amber added in a more thoughtful tone, "Hmm, do you suppose there's any ticks in these woods?" As one, we turned around and stepped back out of the woods and started walking along the gravelly beach again. Then Amber added, "Of course, I'd have probably been safe from ticks, with two sweet things on either side of me." "We could still kidnap Amber," I suggested. "Or throw her in the lake," suggested Delia wryly. "Do I get a vote on that?" asked Amber. "No!" Delia and I said at the same time. Then Amber said, "Hey, if lunch is just those lunches in the ice chests like the girls had to pack for their hike, I'd just as soon pass on that anyway. Grubby sandwiches, a small bag of chips a cookie in a baggie and a coke. Anyone got any better ideas?" We walked up to a nearby picnic bench under a shade tree and sat down. I said, "As a matter of fact, there's a Joe's Crab Shack just ten miles down the road. Their shrimp is usually pretty decent, and they have drinks." And that's what we ended up doing. We limited ourselves to two drinks though, as it wouldn't do to come back tipsy. On the way back we saw a sign that indicated there was a waterfall in a cove on the other side of the lake. We voted and drove to it. It had a gravelly beach like ours and sure enough there was a twenty-foot waterfall spilling into the lake from a rocky overhead ledge. "You know?" said Delia peering at the waterfalls with one hand shielding her eyes from the sun, "It's hard to make out for all the water, but I think there is a shallow cave behind those falls. I don't know about you ladies but I find going into that little cave behind the falls a pretty appealing idea." Amber chipped in, "Yeah, it's a shame we didn't think to bring our bathing suits along. We wouldn't want to get our clothes soaked." Delia and I glanced at each other and giggled. Amber squinted at us and said, "Okay, it's a skinny dipping thing, fine. But what if the girls come trooping back this way, and our clothes are all spread out on the rocks, and we're out of sight?" Delia winced, but asked, "What are the odds..." I interrupted, "I have one of those light carryon bags in the trunk made out of weather proof plastic. So we put our clothes in the bag and take it with us. When we're ready to come out, we poke our heads out to see if the coast is clear. If it isn't, we get dressed and we get soaked coming back. It wouldn't be the end of the world." "We'd still look strange carrying out that bag." Said Amber. "I could afford to leave it. I think I paid twenty dollars for it," I grinned, "I don't know what you're being such a chicken about, Amber. We took a shower at the same time this morning so no surprises there." "Okay," said Amber, "Get your bag out of the trunk. No one calls me chicken." "It would be more fun to do it naked anyway," smiled Delia, "Even if we had our suits I'd still take mine off under the falls so I could let the water splash me." We quickly stripped off every thing but our shoes and put it all in the bag, and trotted out to find we could make it most of the way, all but the last six feet, while walking on stones. We splashed through the last six feet and ran behind the falls on the edge. By the way, no diary would be complete without mentioning that Delia in the nude was indeed a lovely sight. Her even colored dark skin was flawless; she had breasts the size of mine with lovely dark brown nipples, long curvy legs and pretty rounded bottom. Her dark delta was as attractive and mysterious as Amber's. I noticed her looking Amber and me over pretty thoroughly and I wasn't pretending to do otherwise myself, and Amber ogled both of us as well. Of course our mutual ogling wasn't drawn out or prolonged, but I was certainly glad I wasn't a man, because I would have had big stiff pecker in no time with this crowd. The cave was indeed shallow, being only five yards deep with a sandy floor. We quickly took off our shoes and put them in the back of the cave with the bag as far from the misty air as we could. The cave seemed only a little dark because of all the sunlight shining through the water. The water itself was beautiful and we lined up at the edge and let it shimmer over us. It was chilly but refreshing and quite noisy. Then a strange thing happened. I turned to look at Delia and saw she was looking at me. I don't know, something about the way her dark eyes were looking into mine deeply aroused me. I don't know if it was being naked, the private sanctuary of the cave, the romantic power of the falls, or most likely all these things, but I could practically feel the same wild lust radiating out from her as I felt in myself. We took a step forward at the same time. I realize she was a little taller than me so I turned my face up to with my lips parted and we just naturally slid into each other's arms and kissed. The warmth of her wet mouth on mine, our warm breasts pressing together and the same with our hips pressed together contrasted, so beautifully and sensually with the cool spray. It was so natural that our hands touched each other between the legs at the same time, not so much diddling as cupping, caressing and gently squeezing. I was so aroused; it was incredible. Then on an instinct, I glance over at Amber. She was standing not a foot away, her face flushed and her lips parted, watching us. Delia saw her too. Delia reached out to her, with one hand and so did I, offering to make her part of a triangle, but Amber took one hesitant step forward and then almost imperceptibly shook her head and turned away, heading back toward the shoes and the clothes bag. I gave a look of regret to Delia, but she just smiled at me and followed Amber. So I did too. Wordlessly we put our shoes back on and ran back to the car, toting the clothes along with us. I sat the bag of clothes on the hood of the car, and we all just stood there silently a couple of moments, still naked, looking around and letting water drip off our skin. "I'm so sorry," Amber began miserably, "I didn't expect for you to stop. I didn't want you to stop. You were both so beautiful against the light of the water that it took my breath away. I wanted to join you, but... and you both were like primal goddesses... the mist was making a kind of halo around you." Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 04 "It was a magic moment, that's all," Delia said her dark eyes smoldering as she looked at me. Then she turned to Amber, "And you did the right thing, Amber. That's why we followed you." She glanced back at me and let her eyes roam over my body, "I never even kissed a woman before, but I'll sure never forget it." She looked back at Amber and put a hand on her arm, "Thank you sweetie, for helping us keep our heads." "Delia..." I said softly, and then suddenly I didn't know if I should say anything else. Delia gave me a wide grin, "Don't worry, Claire. If you think I'm going to let you leave this campout without giving me your phone number, you're crazy!" "Ohh," groaned Amber mournfully. "Please drop it, Amber," I said gently, "We all had a lot of fun behind the waterfall, so let's just leave it at that and not profane it with more talk." Amber just sighed, but Delia grinned again at me again and reached for the clothes bag. We all dressed slowly and casually, and then drove back to camp. We sat in the shade at the picnic bench, chatting and sipping cokes until we heard the girls coming back, singing a ragged hiking song a little dispiritedly. It was mid-afternoon by then. Alyssa and Holly waved to me as they went by, then trudging on to their tent to drop off their knapsacks. A few moments later, Hilda was using her coach's whistle to get everyone's attention and pretty much shrilly profaning nature by doing so. Hilda announced loudly that the girls could go swimming but no one was to go out far enough so as to be over their heads. Giggling, the girls rushed back to their tents, no doubt hot and sweaty in the eighty-degree weather after their long hike. I turned to my two companions, "Want to go in, our hair's still a little wet anyway?" Delia agreed and Amber declined, saying that she was going to get her hair all the ways dry before dark. She did have much longer hair than Delia or I, so I sure didn't blame her. Delia hurried off to her tent, and I to mine where we donned our suits - pretty similar bikinis, only hers was fire engine red and mine was emerald green. She met me at the gravelly shore where girls were already squealing loudly about the water being cool. It wasn't really that cool in the shallows, so I suspected they were dramatizing. I saw Alyssa and Holly each wearing daringly skimpy bikinis and waved at them. I leaned over to Delia's ear and whispered, "The only way you could look any sexier is without the bikini." She giggled and whispered back that I'd stolen her line that she was going to use about me. We waded on out a ways, when Delia got sidetracked by a group of three girls asking her a question. Seeing myself not too far from where Alyssa and Holly stood in shoulder deep water close to each other, I swam up to them and pulled up right in front of them and they greeted me with smiles but wordlessly. I cocked an eyebrow and grinned, "If I was to guess, you girls have each other's hands in each other's bathing suits." "Of course," replied Holly slowly and lazily, "Sex is pretty scarce around here." "Ooo," cooed Alyssa, no doubt in response to something Holly was doing to her, "Pretty nice company you've been keeping Claire. Amber Evening and Delia Greenwood. You looked like three pretty sexy musketeers around that picnic table. Got any good stories to tell?" "You swear to never tell a soul, and I mean seriously! School teachers have to be careful with their reputations, you know?" I actually made each of them swear, and then I said, "First we went to lunch and had a few drinks at a restaurant down the road, and then we went skinny dipping at a waterfall and went back behind the water into this little cave. We kind of played in the water, and Delia and I kissed while Amber watched. It was no big deal, but I'm afraid it was probably much more pleasant than your hike." "Sounds pretty hot to me!" said Holly, a little round eyed. "I mean Delia, maybe, but I always thought Amber had chemicals for blood." "She is known around the school for never smiling," contributed Alyssa, "I mean she's nice enough and always polite, but I didn't think she even has a sense of humor." I had to laugh, while the puzzled girls just stared at me. "She's got a great sense of humor and her smile would melt your heart and heat your crotch, and I'm not kidding. Don't you realize you only see the professional side of these people, and what a narrow opening into the soul that is? You sure wouldn't recognize me either, not when I'm hard at work at my job! And Delia is a hoot! She's funny, kinky and even a little daring - skinny dipping and going behind the waterfall was her idea." Both girls looked so amazed it started me laughing again. "Just remember you swore to keep that secret, even from them, even if you get to know one or both intimately in the future. If one of them ever tells you the story, act surprised!" I saw Delia looking around, so I swam back to her and we chatted until we felt prune-like enough to retreat from the water. I walked back to her tent with her and went inside. Her tent mate was nowhere around, so I gave her my address and phone number which she entered into her phone. When she was finished, I took a quick peek out of the door of her tent and no one was nearby. I turned back to her and said, "I hope you plan to use that information and give me a call so we can get together for an evening at my place, say Wednesday night would be nice." She stepped close to me and put her hands on my hips, "Wednesday night it is, then. Like I said Claire, I hadn't even thought about going that way before, but," and she gave a little shiver, "But that was really powerful, and I do want to finish what we started." I inched forward and raised my face and she kissed me, it was a very soft, very wet kiss. Then she pushed me back and half turned away. "Damn girl! You make me so hot so fast! I don't know how I'm going to sleep tonight!" I smiled and she looked at me, "If I can't seduce Amber into doing it for me, I plan to wait until she's asleep and jack off. That should work for you, too." I shrugged, "After all, a girl's gotta get her sleep." Delia made a face, "I don't think I want to seduce my roommate, so I guess I'll wait for her to go to sleep. Good luck with Amber though, she's got a hot body, but she is a bit, um, inhibited." I grinned, "You just have the wrong slant, Delia. Amber is a bit inhibited, but she hasn't had sex for two years, so she's crazy-horny whether she knows it or not!" I waved bye and set off for my own tent to change out of my suit. I wasn't too surprised to hear Amber coming in almost on my heels. She sat cross-legged and watched me strip, dry and dress with great and obvious interest. I giggled, "Well you could at least pretend you aren't inspecting every inch of my body!" "Why should I?" asked Amber with a great deal of satisfaction like she had been waiting for that question. "You know, most men would have paid at least forty dollars for a floor show like that! And I got it free!" She looked thoughtful and said, "You figure about an hour until dinner?" I nodded, so she continued, "Do you think that restaurant would sell me a bottle of vodka and some orange juice to mix it with?" "If they aren't willing, you could always flirt with the bartender until he was willing. Why do you want the booze?" I was wondering what she would say, because I was pretty sure I knew why she wanted it. She gave me a look like I'd asked a silly question, "John Courage, I guess. See I figure you're going to try really hard to get into my pants tonight, and I've come to like you so much, I thought I'd make it a little easier for you." I laughed because that was what I figured she wanted it for, so I went over to my purse and handed her a fifty-dollar bill, "Maybe if you offered him this it will make it a little easier. And hey, since it's for my benefit, it's only fair I pay for the drinks." She looked dubiously at the fifty, and started to object, "Honey, it's only money, and believe me, I have plenty more where that came from, besides I wouldn't mind a drink or two myself. We can have a little party, put on hats, woo-hoo!" She grinned, took the fifty and grabbed her purse, and at the tent exit paused dramatically, and said, "I'll be back." I think she was imitating Arnold Schwarzenegger. She was back before dinner, too. She had a small Styrofoam ice chest, a bag of ice, a bottle of vodka and some orange juice in a plastic container. She arranged it all in the ice chest efficiently, patted on the lid and turned to look at me with her hands on her hips and triumph written all over her face and giving me her fabulous sexy grin. "You're my kind of woman, Amber!" I smiled back at her, "It's almost time for supper, and I suspect its hot dogs again!" But I'd underestimated Hilda Sinclair this time as she had come up with a large grille and was grilling chicken, sausage and burgers. There were also large plastic tubs full of coleslaw and potato salad, and a variety of soft drinks. I knew the girls had to contribute 40 dollars a head for the weekend, but a good-sized chunk of it had to have been for this feast. There weren't enough picnic tables to go around, but Delia, Amber and I found a comfy place to sit cross-legged under a tree. We sat in a triangle, our knees all touching and balanced the plates in our laps as best we could. "I noticed you waving to Alyssa and Holly and later, talking to them in the water," observed Delia, "So I take it you know the Terrible Two?" "Yes," I smiled, "Alyssa lives next door to me, and Holly just a few houses down. We're pretty good friends. Last summer I hired Alyssa to work with me in my garden and we got to know each other well. They're great girls! Why do you call them the terrible two?" Amber grinned, "Actually that's a name they made up for themselves in a little play they wrote, directed and starred in when they were in drama class a year ago. Everyone has called them that ever since. You know, they're both straight A students, too. And they are wonderful girls - I've never seen two girls so popular with all the cliques. Everybody loves them and all the boys lust for them." Delia laughed, "Oh that's the truth, everything you said! I even think Ms Talbot likes them, and she doesn't like anybody!" Delia gestured with a chicken leg, "You see everybody knows that if you need anything, all you have to do is ask one or both of those girls, and they'll come through for you. There was this time when one of the boys was injured and need a series of knee operations and he was from a poor family. It was going to be expensive, but these girls went on a campaign to raise money for his medical care - and oh, you should have seen it!" "Yeah, they didn't just stop at the school, either," contributed Amber, "They hit up the two other high schools, the Junior Commerce, a couple of churches and who knows who all else. They did a number of benefits and in the end, they raised maybe a couple of hundred thousand dollars - and that was in their sophomore year!" Right then, Holly and Alyssa walked up, burdened with plates and drinks and asked politely if they could join us. We all said sure, and after much shifting and juggling we all managed to be seated in a circle of five. "Sorry to butt in like this," said Alyssa earnestly, "but Claire was bragging to us earlier about how she could make Ms Evening smile, and we came to see if it was true." With complete seriousness, Holly echoed, "I'd walk five miles through fire to see something like that!" Of course we all busted out laughing with Amber blushing, grinning, and joining the laughter herself. Delia gained enough control to say, "Well I like that! Here me and Amber worked our butts off trying to get Miss Redhead Egghead's nose out of a book and come outside, and for a reward she goes around telling stories about her betters!" "Ha!" declared Amber, "Do you girls want to know the truth?" When they both nodded eagerly, she said, "These two kidnapped me and tried to drag me off into the woods for some nefarious and doubtlessly evil scheme, and then they both chickened out when they thought the ticks might eat them!" I shrugged and admitted, "Well that is a lot closer to the truth." We all laughed and joked and I had more fun at a social event than I had in many years, and I loved all my companions for it! It was a little after nine when Amber, Delia and I got back to our tent. Delia followed us inside and asked, "Do you two mind if we sit and talk just a minute." We both said sure and pulled our sleeping bags together to make a pallet for us all to sit together, and we all sat down again in a cross-legged triangle so close our knees were touching. Delia spoke again, "Look I know that none of us really knows each other real well yet, but take me. I'm single because I don't have much time for socializing. I teach during the day, so Amber has known me for a couple of years. Tuesdays and Thursday nights I go to school, working on my Masters in Fine Arts, and to tell you the truth, I don't even have any friends. Until today, when the three of us got together." She held up her hands, palms outward, "Now I admit there is a sexual element going on here between the three of us." She turned to Amber, "Claire and I are going to get together Wednesday night, if what happens is what I hope is going to happen, we're going to fuck each other's brains out." I blushed and touched her on the knee, "I promise you that is exactly what is going to happen." I said softly. She looked me in the eyes a moment and gave another little shiver and a small smile, then she turned back to Amber, "Amber, sweetheart, I have to tell you, I haven't even had sex with a woman yet, but I really want to be with you, too. And one way or another, I'm going to wear you down until you and I get together, and I'm just telling you that up front." Amber looked a little stunned and had turned pretty red, but she answered calmly enough, "Don't worry, Delia, I have an idea my inhibitions about that sort of thing will be crumbling soon," she gave me an almost annoyed sideways glance, "and probably tonight. And well," she turned even redder, "I'm very attracted to you too. Watching you two today put a picture in my mind that I don't think I could ever forget." She looked at each of us with just a hint of defiance, "And I don't want to forget about it either." Delia took a deep breath, "Okay, what I'm trying to say really is that I'll admit that there is a sexual element here, but I feel like something more permanent has happened today, and that is that we have found in each other a chance to be life-long friends. I already care about you both very much. I wanted you to know that. It really hurts my heart that this day has to end, but I'm going to comfort myself with the hope that it will be the first of many such days. And maybe if we can tone down the hormones for just a minute, you can both tell me what you think of that." "Honey, I feel the same way as you do," I said truthfully. "And so do I," chipped in Amber seriously, "Only, I don't know about toning down the hormones. I'm not a spigot, you know. You get me so hot that I've practically wet my pants, and then you throw out this, 'seriously folks' routine. But you can count on me, Delia!" She turned to me and muttered, "You do realize she just did a lot of your work for you?" We all giggled. "You know," I said slowly, looking into Delia's lovely dark eyes, "the day doesn't have to end this early. After lights out, you could spend the night with us." "I think I would like that, Delia," said Amber a little breathlessly, only looking a little walleyed at her own boldness. "I might be missed, and even if that isn't likely," she raised her hand to Amber's cheek, "when a girl loses her virginity, it really should be one on one." She grinned and added, "That's how it's going to be for me on Wednesday night, and I wouldn't want it any other way. But I am a little jealous of your getting in there ahead of me." And I thought Amber couldn't turn any redder. Wrong again, Claire! Delia said, "And just one more thing from both of you," she looked at each of us and continued, "Since I have to spend the night with my right hand, can I give each of you a really good kiss goodnight?" I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed, and Amber said, "Please do, and make it as good and long of a kiss as you like." I stood up and turned off the lantern Amber had hung from the top of the tent. The tent plunged into darkness, but there was a full moon and I could still see quite well, from the light from the mosquito net windows and door. I started to sit back down, but saw that Delia was lying on top of Amber. I stretched out beside them, rested my head on my hand, propped up by my elbow and watched them kiss. Amber had her arms around Delia, and Delia had her hands in Amber's hair. As they kissed, Amber's legs spread wider and then wrapped behind Delia's thighs. They were breathing heavily through their noses, their mouths locked together, and Delia's hips were grinding slightly in between Amber's open thighs. Then despite my being just inches away, Delia whispered something into Amber's ear so softly that I couldn't hear it. Amber almost feverishly kissed Delia's lips with two additional brief kisses, then Delia rose to her knees. I rolled on my back and spread my legs for her to crawl on top of me. She settled on me and with her lips almost touching mine, she panted softly and whispered, "Damn, that Amber is such a good kisser! Give me a second to catch my breath, honey." I giggled, especially since Delia's hips were grinding in between my legs. "If you really want to calm down," I whispered, "you might try not fucking me for a moment." We both giggled and suddenly Delia was kissing me passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth and licking me everywhere inside. I became aware of her hard nipples pressing against my breasts, and her hips were still gently and slowly moving on my pussy, grinding me into what could easily turn into an orgasm if she kept it up for very long. My legs opened a little wider, welcoming her into me, and I slid my legs along the back of hers, enjoying the feeling of our legs naked flesh rubbing warmly against each other. Then I began to fuck her back, pressing my pussy upward when she pressed down. Delia gave a low moan into my mouth, and I held her tightly to me with my arms and legs wrapped around her. I wasn't that far from orgasm when Delia stopped kissing me and put her thick lips to my ear and very quietly whispered, "Thank you for everything, but especially for this kiss." I figured then that she had probably said the same thing to Amber because the urge to taste her lips again was irresistible. I managed to give her three short kisses before she rolled off of me and lay on her back, panting. Her body was sprawled between me and Amber and still half on top of each of us since Amber had moved so close to watch Delia kiss me. I saw Amber reach up and cup Delia's left breast, and I moved my right hand down to grasp Delia's shorts-covered pussy and gave her a firm squeeze. "Oh shit!" hissed Delia, her hips bucking up against my hand. I knew she was having an orgasm and that excited me terrifically, so I kept rubbing and squeezing her curved groin while her hips trembled and shook. Amber was squeezing Delia's breast and kissing her on her neck. Delia let out a low quiet moan and put her hand on top of mine pressing me harder against her pussy. I could feel a distinct dampness on her shorts now and knew she was soaking herself as her faint smell began to perfume the tent. After a few more moments, the movements in Delia's hips eased and she giggled as she pulled my hand away, "Sorry, ladies," she whispered, still giggling, "I really didn't mean for that to happen. It just came over me." Neighborhood Thrills Ch. 04 "That was a delightful thing to see, Delia," I murmured into her ear, "I think I enjoyed that almost as much as you did." Amber took her hand off Delia's breast and whispered, "Thank you Delia. You can't imagine how much pleasure you just gave me." Delia sat up and held her face in her hands, still breathing heavily, "I can't believe you girls made me wet my pants. I gotta get outta here while I can still walk." "That's not pee that wet your pants," I teased. "It sure doesn't smell like pee," giggled Amber. Delia groaned and staggered out of the tent. In the doorway, she turned and murmured, "You two have a wonderful night. I'm going to the bathhouse and take a quick shower with my shorts still on - I can't go back to my tent smelling like this!" And she was gone. "You did enjoy that," I snickered at Amber, "And it didn't take any booze, either." Amber stood and switched the lantern back on and light filled the tent. "Yeah, but you're losing momentum every second, and I really don't want to get it on. Especially not here, not in this camp surrounded by high school girls and teachers." She smiled at me to take some of the sting out of her words, "What just happened, just happened, but it's just another sweet memory of this wonderful day. And right now, I do feel like I need a drink." "Better not," I cautioned, opening my cell phone, "It's lights out in two minutes and you have two tents to visit. You don't want to go with alcohol on your breath." She groaned but stepped away from the ice chest. "I forgot the cups anyway - left them in my car." She gave me a little smile, "I'll pick them up on my way back. See ya in a while!" I nodded at her and went back to fishing through my backpack for an extra pair of panties. I was pretty sure I needed a change after the scene with Delia. I found them and also ran across my bottle of sesame seed oil. Mmmm, I smiled, an idea forming in my mind. I set the oil on the floor beside my sleeping bag and went to check on my tent of girls. Instead of being inside their bedrolls, they were all sitting on top of them in a little circle and talking softly. When I poked my head in, they quieted and looked up at me. I had memorized their names from a list I'd been given. Susan Weatherby was a curvy blond almost as tall as I am and maybe ten to fifteen pounds overweight - not even enough to call her plump - it just softened her generous curves. I knew she was eighteen because Alyssa had recently mentioned attending her birthday party. Alyssa had also mentioned that she suspected her of being a 'girl's girl' which was Alyssa's euphemism for bi or lesbian. Susan was also the least dressed, wearing only a sleeveless tee shirt and panties where her dark triangle of pubic hair was plainly visible. Either by the strength of her personality or by election, she functioned as leader and invited me in a soft but clear voice, if I would do them the honor of joining them for a moment. "Sure girls," I smiled and sat down on my heels in their midst, and finished with a sotto voce whisper, "What's up?" Alice, a very slim girl with brown hair and glasses answered, "We just wanted to tell you that we're very proud to know you and to thank you for being our chaperone." "And we also wanted to ask you," said Susan with a glare at Alice for leaving something out, "If it would be okay to give you a hug goodnight." "Of course, girls," then I paused, "But you're not really girls, are you? You're all either seventeen or eighteen, and that makes you women." I smiled again, "But I'll give you each a hug anyway." "Actually we're all eighteen or older in this tent," murmured Annette an attractive brunette, as she sat up on her knees and put her arms around my neck. For a second, I thought she was going to kiss me, but she just put her face close and said even more quietly, "I'm nineteen because I missed a year of school traveling in Europe." And then she hugged me tightly enough to press her breasts firmly against mine and she did kiss my neck. She also held the hug for a little longer than necessary and I could feel her nipples hardening against my breasts. Then she pulled back and looked earnestly into my eyes and whispered, "Look, I know you were kidding when you suggested having sex together last night, but we went ahead and did it, and we're all bi-sexual in this tent now. Well, except for Susan. She never has cared for boys. So this is for the suggestion." She kissed me on the mouth and licked into my mouth with her tongue before I could stop her. Stunned, I even kissed her back. Like her hug, her kiss went on for a while. I felt kind of panicky as Annette sat back down and Lynn got up on her knees. Lynn had brown curly hair and a heavy spray of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. Lynn was a little plump, but had a pretty face and sexy legs. She gave me an apologetic look as she put her arms around me, "I hope being kissed by girls isn't freaking you out, but you can't imagine how much we admire you, especially after this morning." "You all want to kiss me?" I asked faintly, "I mean, no, I don't mind kissing girls, I'm bi-sexual myself, oh, I don't know what I mean and I'm afraid this is so inappropriate. But I'd be a lot less nervous if you'd put out the light." Alice immediately leaned over and snapped off their electric lantern. About then Lynn drew me very close and gave me a surprisingly gentle kiss while one of her hands wandered down between my legs and gave me a firm squeeze on my private parts. She gave me several soft French kisses and continued squeezing my groin. I know all the girls saw it too, because the moonlight was as bright in their tent as it was in mine, and her hand cupping my pussy was the last thing she removed as she sat back. Slim little Alice and somehow slipped out of what little she had been wearing and straddled my thighs as she embraced me. She'd taken her glasses off, too. She had small pretty breasts and unusually long nipples, and her dark patch of pubic fur was rubbing hard against my thigh as she whispered, "Let us take your shorts off, Claire, we want to give you an orgasm, please. It will only take a few minutes, I promise." I didn't say okay or anything in fact, mainly because Alice already had her surprisingly long tongue in my mouth, and groping hands from all around be were pulling away my clothes. I didn't cooperate as much as I could have, but I didn't fight them off, either. In moments, I was lying on my back in the center of the tent with naked girls all over me. Alice had her arm crooked under my right knee, holding that leg spread wide while she kissed and nibbled at my right breast, and Susan had my other leg spread just as wide, and was kissing my left breast. Annette had her neck arced and was vigorously licking my clit and that had to be Lynn's tongue snaking into my bottom. I had no idea whose fingers were in my vagina, and didn't care in the least. Then Susan was whispering in my ear, "Claire, I'll only do this if you want me to, but may I lower my pussy to your face so you can lick me?" I turned my head to her and whispered after a brief moan, "You just live a few blocks from me, don't you?" She nodded, and I added, "Then don't be a stranger, sweetie; and the answer is yes, if you kiss me first." She gave me an incredibly sweet kiss with only a little tongue, then made good on her word and lowered herself on my mouth. She had a tangy and sweet smell, perfume, I realized and the taste of her was rich and sweet as well. I actually wondered if she'd put syrup or honey in her pussy, she tasted so sweet but, it just kept flowing so much that I had to start swallowing, and I realized she was just naturally sweet! Then Susan was easing aside, and Alice's narrow hips settled around my face. Alice was very tangy and so musky she would have to classify as almost stinky, and I had to admit, I enjoyed her very much. She had a prominent clit that I managed to slurp and suck for a minute before I was so overwhelmed by an orgasm, than the myriad sensations blurred around me and inside me. Every girl kissed me on the mouth a few times while I was coming and every one of them took a turn at licking my pussy and tasting my juices. Lynn sat on my face and rocked her hips while my nose tickled her clit, and I enjoyed her feminine smells. Annette only squatted over me long enough for me to taste her and sip at her juices, which flowed as strongly as Susan's. Then they were dressing me and kissing me good night. I wobbled off still in a stunned state, and still tingling all over from my orgasm. I got back to my tent and went over to look at my cell phone. Ten-twenty. I'd only been gone twenty minutes. Amber gave me a round-eyed look, and sat aside her drink. "What happened to you, Claire? Good heavens! I can smell you from over here!" I felt a little drunk as I picked up my towel and bath kit, "Yeah, I have to take a quick shower." Hastily, Amber put her hair up into a ponytail and grabbed her own kit and towel. "I'll come with you." I was already out the door, but I slowed so she could catch up. "Are you going to tell me what happened or not?" "Not! At least, not at the moment," I sighed. Surprisingly we were alone again in the bathhouse but one person running a shower. We stripped and headed for the showers even as we heard the water turn off. A lady with skin colored like chocolate milk came out and passed us and Amber said hi to her. "That's Esmerelda from Panama," murmured Amber, "doesn't she have a great butt?" I turned my head to catch a glimpse of a nicely rounded bottom, just as the lady turned the corner. Then as we turned the showers on, Amber added, "She's Delia's roommate and is deeply religious." The water was bringing me around, as I had set it more cool than warm, and with the clarification of my thoughts, I began to regain a healthy interest in Amber's nudity. Amber noticed me watching her and gave me a shy smile, "I swear this is the last time you will ever see me naked if you don't tall me what happened!" I grinned, "All four of the girls in my tent took off their clothes, took mine off and had sex with me." "No shit?" Amber was wide-eyed again, "In just twenty minutes?" I shrugged lazily, "It doesn't take that long to come with four girls licking you all over at the same time, and that was all they were out to do - make me come. I don't think any of them did. Although I'm sure they've all had orgasms by now. Quite the orgy thing going on in that tent!" "Wow!" gulped Amber, "And you didn't do anything to them?" "Oh they each took a brief turn squatting on my face, and I kissed all of them several times. It was an interesting experience, but it all happened so fast... Amber I can still feel my orgasm." I shivered under the cool spray and washed my face. With my eyes closed, I said, "I've been with three women at once several times, but that was my first time with four and all of them just concentrating on me. Gosh!" I felt my hand go down to my pussy and gently rubbed myself there before I remembered where I was and opened my eyes. Amber was watching very closely. I smiled at her and she blushed. On the way back to the tent, Amber reached over tentatively to take my hand and I gave her a reassuring squeeze. We didn't talk, but we did hold hands all the way back. Once we were back inside she offered to make me a drink, and I accepted. We settled down on our little pallet made by pushing our sleeping bags together. I took a sip of my drink while Amber and I just looked into each other's eyes. Amber smiled and said, "I'm glad you had a good orgasm, so now you won't have a need to seduce me." I took a good gulp of my screwdriver and reached for my bottle of sesame seed oil. "I'll admit to having no urgent needs at the moment, but I wonder if you'd allow me to feel one of your calves. They've just fascinated me from the first moment I saw you." "Back to complimenting my flaws, huh?" she giggled and stretched out her legs toward me, leaning back on her arms. "Go ahead, you can pick either fat leg and play with it as much as you want to," she giggled again. I uncrossed my legs, spread them and cocked my knees, leaning forward slightly as I picked up her right calf and began feeling of her thick, rounded freckled calf. It felt delightfully firm, almost hard, and I began to knead her muscles with my fingers. "Wow, great muscles, you liar; I don't think you have an ounce of fat on your whole body. This really feels wonderful!" I closed my eyes briefly from the pleasure I felt from rubbing her calf. "Well," she grinned, lighting up her face with her enchanting smile, "I admit that what you are doing feels pretty good to me, but I have trouble believing that it feels that wonderful to you!" I gently lowered her leg and reached for the sesame seed oil and poured some on my hands and then rubbed my hands together before picking up her leg with my slippery hands and starting to massage the oil into her calf, "And you'd be wrong, sweetie. I have quite a fetish about women with thick muscular calves, and I find it very sexually arousing to touch you like this." "So you start massaging my leg and then you tell me that you are aroused by girls with thick calves?" she sighed and looked at me with her eyes half open, "You're such a pervert, Claire, if I even let you convince me. But at least I'm getting a lot of pleasure from it, I'll tell you that! But I still think you're lying to try and make me feel good about myself, and to make me love you, and all because you want to get into my pants." "Is it working?" I smiled gently. "Oh God! Yes," she sighed, "but you'll need to work on my other leg, soon, it's starting to get a little lonely." I obeyed, and after getting more oil on my hands I started rubbing her other calf. She sighed again, and sank back until she was lying down with her hands on her stomach. She had pretty, dainty feminine hands. "Who would have thought that having my legs oiled and massaged could make me feel so sensuous?" She murmured. She ran her hands lazily around on her tummy, then allowed one to brush across the base of her breasts. She let out a low moan. I bent over and kissed the side of her sesame seed oiled calf, a warm wet lick and kiss. She sat up, breathing through her mouth. "You can't be kissing my legs, Claire," she whispered nervously, "At least not with the lights on." "Okay," I said, and I stood and snapped off the lantern. I got her to lie down properly, length wise on her sleeping bag with her head on her pillow, then I resumed kissing her calves, and stroking them with my fingers. Then I dried my hands by rubbing and massaging her dry thighs. "Mmm, that feels so good," she murmured, "Today in the waterfall, I was standing in the spray, the cool spray, you know. And I just put my thighs together and I peed on myself. The combination of the cool spray and my warm pee running down my legs, just made me feel so free. I mean, I didn't even really need to pee, and I only had the slightest urge to, and I just peed anyway. I felt so free." She sighed and even more softly asked, "Do you think that's weird, Claire?" I began to lick and kiss her thighs as I murmured, "No, baby, I think that sounds like a really nice, sensuous experience. It sounds sweet, just like you, Amber, really sweet, really sexy." I kissed one of her inner thighs right at the base of her shorts, gave her a slow lick, and then kissed the same spot again. "Would you like to pee on me sometime?" I whispered as I nuzzled the crotch of her shorts, "Because I would let you pee on me, if you wanted to, Amber." I kissed her crotch and breathed hot hair through the cloth. "Really?" she asked in a startled voice, "you'd let me pee on you?" I kept kissing her crotch and nuzzling it, "Oh yes," I whispered, turning my cheek to her cloth covered mound to speak, "I'd let you pee on me, anywhere you wanted, and if you wanted I would pee on you, too. I'll do anything for you, Amber. I'll grant your every fantasy, your every whim, and I'll let you do anything to me that you'd like." I looked up at her and could see her face clearly in the moonlight. "And you have the most beautiful, sexy, feminine hands. May I kiss your hands?" "I know it sounds perverted, Claire, but peeing on each other just sounds so sexy," she said breathlessly. Then she sat up further, and held out both hands to me and I began to kiss them and suck on her fingertips. "Oh Claire, you're doing it to me, you are so seducing me! I'm almost ready to take off my pants for you, so we have to stop." She pulled her hands away from my kisses, "If you'll do anything for me, please stop, Claire. Turn on the lights, and I'll rub your calves with oil. Would that be all right, please?" I straightened and stood up, "Of course, I said I would do anything for you, Amber, and I meant it. But before I turn the lights on, would you just look around and please notice how bright the moonlight is in here? Now would you please step outside and try to see in. Please?" She gave me a mystified look and went outside. She tried peering in the windows and peered high and low from the mosquito-netting door. "Wow," she said, coming back inside, "You can't see a thing in here with the lights off, at least not from outside." I turned the light back on, and sat down, holding out the bottle of oil for her. She stuck out her tongue, "So you're telling me that I'm crazy to get all paranoid about being seen by anyone." I stood, walked over to her and handed her the oil, then I knelt down at the base of the zipper that held the door closed, "And look here, please." I took the zipper and hooked it into the little hook attached to the canvas floor that served as a lock, "Now, not only can no one see in when the lights are off, but they can't come in, either. And no I didn't call you anything, I just wanted you to know how well protected you were." "I'm sorry," she said a little sheepishly, "Look, I already know who two of your three secret lovers are and with beautiful, sexy, hard-bodied teenaged girls like that, I can't understand why you would want to have sex with me anyway. I'm plain. I have a weird looking body, and I'm just a dull chemistry teacher, who's lonely and horny." She said as she rubbed her palms with oil and began applying it to my right calf. "You're hot, sexy, and beautiful, and what difference would it make if you were ugly? It should still be obvious to you that demented old me at least thinks that you're hot, sexy and beautiful!" she smiled a little and I changed my tone to serious, "What teenaged girls are you talking about, Amber." "I guess it is obvious that you want to get into my pants," she agreed, and when she saw my eyebrows lowering, she hastily added, "The way that you and Alyssa and Holly look at each other. It was pretty subtle, but not to someone like me. I don't miss much, Claire. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Who's your third secret lover? Another teenaged girl?" "It's Alyssa's mother Paula, who happens to be four years older than me, although much more beautiful. We love each other very much and spend nearly all our spare time together." I sighed, really starting to enjoy, Amber's massage of my calf, "I have never found as much joy in the company of another person - until I met you this morning. I feel the same about Delia, but to be honest, while I feel very close to both of you. I mean, I could be Delia's lover and I could certainly come to love her, and I do love Alyssa and Holly, never doubt that. But I am IN love with Paula, and I think I could be with you, too." Amber froze, "Are you serious? You're falling in love with me?" "I don't know Amber, I just said I could be. I mean I feel like I am, but that's just childish having only known you for a day, on the other hand, it doesn't mean it won't turn out to be true with time." She was still staring at me, and I felt myself turning red, "Okay, I'd like to call it my child-like innocence but you can call it childish if you like. But I stand by what I said. I have strong feelings for you, so there!" Neighborhood Thrills Alarms clanked faintly in the back of my mind, telling me that it was a girl doing this to me, but her kisses were so sweet, so natural... But not even a woman, a young girl was kissing me and sliding her hand up my thigh now, cupping my damp panties in her palm and squeezing me where only my husband had ever touched me before. I grunted heavily as her hand slid inside my panties. I was already very close to a climax, and when the tip of her middle finger slipped inside my vagina, the base of her finger lightly touching my clit, and I did climax. With long shuddering heaves in my hips, I came for the first time in nearly two years, my orgasm so powerful that I even blacked out for a couple of seconds. I was still trembling and moaning as Alyssa pulled my dress, bra and panties down over my legs in one bundle of cloth. My flip-flops were dragged off by the clothes and I was left naked with my legs spread on the couch. I noted inanely that my pink nipples were soft but slowly hardening again, and there was a blond teenage girl standing between my knees pulling her blouse over her head. As her firm young breasts popped free sporting lovely light brown and very firm nipples, I felt surprised by how lovely I found her nakedness, which quickly became total as she shucked the blue-jean cutoffs. No bra or panties, and such a lovely little triangle of golden and mahogany colored pubic hair. While I had seen sexy naked women many times in movies and so forth, other than a distant sort of artistic appreciation for their charms, I had never felt the eagerness in my eyes like I did at the moment. I was practically drinking in the sight of her lovely slim body, the shapely legs and that alluring furry mound. I still couldn't see my putting my mouth on her there, but I might not mind touching her with my hands, no, I might not mind that at all. And she stood there so casually with her hands on her hips letting me look at her, and she was certainly looking at me. "You're so beautiful, so sexy..." she breathed, mostly looking at me between my legs. Even I would have to admit that my orange/gold pubic hair was a nice feature on me, and my husband Bart had always assured me so. Even though I had enjoyed looks of lust from my husband, I'm not sure if I ever saw that lust to the degree I was seeing it in Alyssa's blue eyes. I should have felt more self-conscious being naked and spread open like that in front of her, but somehow in my orgasmic after-glow, I just felt my own level of lust rising again as her gaze raked me like fire. "Maybe," she suggested slowly, "maybe we should go to your bedroom." She pulled me up, and I just obeyed like a zombie. She put her arm around me as we walked and said, "You came so quickly, Claire, but it was lovely to watch, and I want to see that again." "What about you?" I asked in a small voice, more than half afraid of doing something sexual to her. She giggled and pulled me to a stop right outside my bedroom. She put her arms around my neck and murmured, "Don't worry about me," She eased her groin firmly against my left thigh, and sensing what she wanted, I moved my left foot forward a few inches so she could more readily rub herself against my thigh. "I'm so excited from looking at you naked, I'm going to come on your leg, right here, right now." Leaving her arms around my neck she began moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her hot moist mound on my leg, casually fucking herself on me while looking me full in the face. I moved my hands to her breasts and cupped them. "Oh!" she cried with a startled look as her face turned pink, "Oh God!" she cried again, her hips humping my leg much harder and faster, "Oh Claire!" She cried, her face turning red with a flush that spread down over her upper chest, still looking at me with her clear blue eyes, her lips parted as she panted, "Oh, oh!" She cried again, her hip spasms against me revealing the depths of her orgasm. She had been right. It was a beautiful thing to watch, and I was astonished at the erotic sympathy within me for her, enough so that I started to be a lot more actively interested in what it would be like to touch her there. I also wanted to wipe at the moisture she deposited on my thigh, so that I could sniff it but of course I couldn't do such a thing - not right in front of her. Then as if she had read my mind, she unlocked her arms from around my neck then bent over and gave my thigh a very through kiss, right on the wet spot. "Thanks very much for helping me," she said as she straightened and them moved close enough to me that I could smell her woman smell on her mouth. I only hesitated for a fraction of a second as I gave her the invited kiss, feeling a thrill as her aroma filled my head like a waft of perfume. I really hadn't expected the smell of her loins to shoot through me like that with an erotic tingle. Not in a thousand years could I have imagined the smell of another woman's groin making me sexually aroused, but that is exactly what it did. I wondered why that would even seem strange considering that the only times I'd ever smelled that smell had been when I smelled on myself, and then only when I was or had been sexually excited. Maybe it was nature's own aphrodisiacal perfume, but it was certainly arousing enough by its association with sexual thrills. I actually let my hand slide down and cup one of her sweet, firm ass cheeks as we stepped into my bedroom. We had to stop and kiss twice more in crossing the room to the bed. I was in no big hurry, as I was feeling increasingly nervous over what was coming. I knew that Alyssa was about to go down on me, and I already sensed that it would probably be the most sexually intense moment of my life when she did, but it was still strange and foreign enough to my heterosexual mindset that I was pretty intimidated about it. "I know what you want to do to me, Alyssa, and I'm not going to try to resist you anymore, but if you are going to do it for my sake, you should know that isn't necessary. Your touch is more than enough!" I gave her a sheepish grin, "Obviously!" She didn't grin back. Standing right by the bed, she put her hands on my ass and pulled our hips together, "You're right, but no, this is for me. You're going to like it, and like it a lot, but this is most definitely for me. I want to lick your pussy more than anything else in the world!" She gave me a little smile, "Is that so hard to believe?" I giggled, "Yeah, a little hard to believe, but dear..." I wasn't sure how to say what was most inhibiting me, "I get... You know, very wet down there. The first few times my husband went down on me I got him so wet that I thought I had peed on him. It took him quite a while to convince me I wasn't peeing on him too, I mean, I sometimes spurt a little down there." "Okay," Alyssa said more firmly than ever, "No one ever actually talked me into an orgasm before but you're getting very, very close. Damn after all that, you'd better spurt in my face! Oh and should you ever decide to return the favor, I may not actually spurt, but you will be in danger of drowning." I should have found that news pretty disgusting but instead I felt reassured. As I lay back on the bed, propping up my head on double pillows, Alyssa straddled my hips and eased herself down on me while kissing, sucking and nuzzling at my breasts. My breasts were indeed a little bigger than hers and still pretty firm, but I don't have a larger than medium sized chest. Of course that didn't prevent me from enjoying her attentions as kissing and sucking on my nipples has always caused a warm spot to heat up and tingle just under my clitoris. Oddly enough it usually made a similar warm tingly spot in the tip of my tailbone. Releasing a small grunt of pleasure, I said softly, "It never occurred to me before, but I think I could eventually orgasm just from what you're doing right now." Alyssa turned her prankish grin on me, "I did orgasm the first time Holly did this to me, but it did take a while. She was taking her time, and I didn't mind that, but I think it was mainly to put off going down on me. It was the first time with another girl, for both of us." She returned to kissing and nuzzling at my nipples. I moaned, imagining I could feel my wetness oozing against where her belly rubbed on my groin. The picture in my mind of her and Holly getting it on was quickly arousing me as much as Alyssa kissing and sucking on my nipples. "So were you shy about going down on Holly the first time?" I believe I was hoping that she'd say that she had been, so she could relate better to me. "Nope," Alyssa gave me another dimpled grin, "I first asked her if I could do it to her when she was twelve, but she didn't let me until she was fourteen." "Oh my," I said, "I am certainly very ready now, I think." "To go down on me?" Alyssa asked, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know what I meant, you minx," I panted, not quite up to a giggle at the moment, "although I am starting to think about that, too." "Then say it," she urged quietly while twisting my nipples with her fingers, "and say it nasty." "I'm thinking what it would be like to lick your sweet, young pussy," I moaned, really wanting her to put her face between my legs now, "But I want you to lick my pussy first, I mean, now." "Thanks," she smiled, "For saying that, I'm going to get Holly to eat your pussy while I tongue your ass, maybe tomorrow." She immediately scooted downward and lowered her head. She gave a little moan, "God, I love the way you smell, Claire, this is just going to be heaven for me." I raised myself on my elbows so I could get a good view of her licking in the center of my orange fur, which felt so good, and looked so beautiful that I knew this wouldn't take very long at all. She raised her face and winked at me, "Tastes as good as it smells, too." I sincerely hoped she was enjoying it because I could see most of her cheeks and chin already covered with my clear lubricating fluids. "Tongue my ass?" I blurted! It was just now sinking in what she had said. She immediately began flicking my asshole with her tongue, which was a big first for me, and I wasn't at all sure that I liked the idea. I started to protest that wasn't a suggestion when I began to notice that what had felt peculiar was starting to feel pretty nice. "Ung!" I grunted, and then gasped, "Not right now, please!" She understood and moved immediately to licking my clit, and I felt a finger slide into my vagina and began a massage of my g-spot - now that Bart had done to me and I was very fond of it! I moaned as I felt the first shiver through my hips of what promised to be the Grandmother of all orgasms. The last thing I remember before the orgasm really hit was hearing Alyssa mumble and moan a bit - something about my freckled legs. Then I whooped and clutched at her back with my toes as my hips bucked at her face, and I lost all sense of myself as I was swept up into the storm of extreme pleasure. It went on and on, and when I felt her slip a sloppy wet finger up my asshole, it was like it started all over again. I'm not sure how long it lasted but that orgasm or stream of orgasms just seemed to flow on forever, until I finally began to sink back wondering idly if I was going to have a heart attack, and not caring particularly about the answer. I realized I was still grunting and moaning, so I made an effort to stop that while my hips kept twitching from little curls of pleasure whipping about inside me. Now that I was quieter, I was hearing lapping and sucking noises and realized immediately what that signified. "Pretty wet, huh?" my voice was just a squeak. "Mmm-hmm!" vibrated inside my vagina where I could still feel much licking going on. "Did I spurt much?" I asked, my voice a tiny bit more solid. I got a nod that would have started another orgasm if my nerves hadn't already been burnt out. I just let her continue playing around down there awhile since she was being careful to stay away from my enormously oversensitive clit. Finally she crawled up and lay on her back beside me. Her whole face shiny wet, and she was breathing pretty heavily herself. I rolled on my side to face her and could easily smell my pussy odor pretty strong on her face. I began gently kissing and licking at her face and mouth, my pussy smell filling my head and making me aroused again. I curled my left leg over her left leg so I could press my groin against her hip. "Gonna fuck me?" she asked airily, as if she didn't mind one way or the other. "Holly is really into that. I mean we always exchange oral favors nowadays but she always finds time to fuck some part of my body every session. There isn't a single spot on my body that girl hasn't fucked." I giggled, "Nah, I'm not quite up for another orgasm yet, but it is a pleasant thought." "Did you like it when I fucked your leg in the hall? And did you like watching me come?" She turned her head toward me and let me kiss her. "You know damned well that both were a terrific turn on for me. And you know as well that you just gave me the best sex I've ever had in my life." Alyssa had her hands behind her head so I gave her a long French kiss in her silky smooth armpit. She never wore deodorant so it turned out to be a very pleasant surface to kiss and lick upon. She shivered, obviously enjoying the sensation, and that made me want to give her more. So, I rolled over on top of her and while rubbing our groins against each other's upper thighs I gave another long, long and very French kiss to her other armpit. When I began tugging at her rubbery light brown nipples with my lips, each nipple as big as the smallest joint on her little finger, she murmured, "You don't have to do anymore. I came when you did. I only had to rub myself against the bed a little - your orgasm did the rest." I moved my left leg away from her pussy slightly to give my hand room to slide down and cup her groin. Then, lightly trailing my fingers around in her golden, brown-red pubic hair, I kissed her on the mouth a long slow kiss while my left hand slowly but thoroughly explored every inch of her pussy. "I know I don't have to do this," I whispered between kisses, "but you have turned my purely spiritual love for you into a very, very physical affection." I felt her smile even as she was kissing me back. I gave her a long lick in the mouth and she sucked at my tongue. I was wriggling the hood over her clit with my fingers and she let out a little grunt. I knew she wasn't far from coming and suddenly I just had to know what it would be like to put my mouth on her sweet, young pussy. I started to slide down her body, and she suddenly gasped, "Oh, no, Claire, you were doing just fine, you don't have to..." It was at that moment that I nuzzled into her furry little mound. Her woman smell was much stronger this close but filled my head as delightfully as it had before when I had kissed her in the hall. I took deep gulps of breath from her, reveling in her aroma as I ran my tongue slowly up and down her crevice. She was very wet, her lower pussy hair was matted with wetness and most of her inner thighs were wet, and the bed was getting wet beneath her. On an impulse I laved some of her wetness over her little puckered asshole, almost, but not quite out of my reach. She made a startled cooing noise, so I did it over and over, and when she raised her knees a little I was actually able to get the tip of my tongue inside of her firm little bottom. I knew I was doing a nasty thing, but the fact that it was giving my lover pleasure urged my tongue in even deeper until she gave a grunt and a shudder of pleasure. I kept it up until my tongue began to tire, so I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips open and got a good look at her inside. She was the same pale tan as her nipples inside her pussy, and very wet, practically drooling. I licked her vagina and as far inside of her as I could and felt her contract, clutching at my tongue a bit. Her hood was short but her clit was little larger than mine and looked like a tiny round little penis head peeking out. I began to slurp and nibble at her clit while sliding two of my fingers into her vagina, groping upward for the slightly roughened skin of her g-spot. I hadn't been rubbing it long or tiddling her clit for very long with my tongue when she emitted a deep groan that signaled the start of her orgasm. Immediately her wetness began to increase and I realized quickly what she had meant by flow. As her groans, grunts and twitches intensified, I used my left hand's fingers on her clit and pulled my right hand's fingers out of her vagina and began to lick and swallow at the flow of moisture. It was like a very light oil, nearly tasteless but for a slight musk and an even lighter sweetness. Remembering something else she had done to me, I used my slippery wet forefinger of my right hand to wriggle into her butt, causing her to give a whoop not dissimilar to my own. I raised myself up enough to enjoy the sight of her clenched eyes and facial muscles before going back down to lap up more of her vaginal fluid. When I sensed her starting to become oversensitive I ceased with my hands but continued to drink from her until her flow seemed to subside. I slipped up beside her and tangled our legs again, then I gave her a long, slow kiss, giving her the opportunity to enjoy her own perfume, which Alyssa seemed to like a lot, even licking at my face. "Pussy smell is my favorite smell," she murmured. "By the way, you were great but you probably know that. Did you like it, at least a little?" "It was strange at first," I smiled, "but I loved making you feel good, and by the time you started to come, I was really enjoying myself. And I'm sure I'll like it even more the next time I do it." I paused thoughtfully for a moment, "All of a sudden I'm thinking a little differently about women now. Did you mean what you said about Holly wanting to have sex with me too?" "Oh God, yes!" blurted Alyssa, "Just last night we were, you know, using our hands on each other and whispering things about how it would be to lick your legs, and she came when I described how great she'd look fucking one of your freckled calves." "Oh my!" I swallowed thinking of the pretty brunette with her lovely leg and butt muscles and how great she would look fucking anyone's leg. Then I frowned, "How the hell would she go about fucking my calf?" "Oh, Holly is a genius about that sort of thing," Alyssa chuckled, "Don't worry, she'll find the perfect position for it." Then it was Alyssa giving me a thoughtful look, "So you are starting to see women's bodies more sexually?" "How could I not after a fantastic afternoon of sex like this?" Indeed I found myself quite eager to spend such an afternoon with Alyssa and Holly together. Just the idea of watching them together made me tingle all over. "Why do you ask?" Alyssa looked at me searchingly then looked a little embarrassed, "Well, it's just that my Mom, you know, she's like you. Since Dad left us about a year ago, I don't think she's been on one date, and I know she gets lonely. And sometimes I hear her crying at night. My dad was an asshole, but she still misses him. Maybe you could, you know, seduce her sometime." I found her suggestion a little startling, but Paula was a lovely woman with a firm body. She had dark hair, unlike her daughter and she wore it short and business-like. Her body was slender with generous breasts and she had ever so slightly prominent front teeth that somehow gave her mouth a sexy look. And yes, I could see myself making love to the woman, but I was very doubtful about my abilities as a seductress. I shrugged, "I guess it might be possible, if you think she'd go for the idea. But look here," I pretended outrage, "You just got me to do unthinkable things, and now you want me to go out and seduce the whole neighborhood the next minute. My God! What do you have planned for me tomorrow?" Neighborhood Thrills Alyssa giggled and nudged my thigh with her pussy, "Not the whole neighborhood, silly! Besides I'm pretty sure Mister Glaston on the corner is gay. I'm sure he would turn his nose up at you! As for my mom, I'm sure she'd be as easy as you were, maybe even easier - she really loves sex. She and dad used to go at it like bunnies until he started sneaking around with his secretary." Alyssa sat up and looked at my bedside clock and sighed, "We've got about half an hour before Holly gets here. Would you like to take a shower together?" I was startled, "I thought you said tomorrow?" "Yes, I was thinking we might come over tomorrow for a threesome, but like me, Holly wants her first time with you to be just you and her." Alyssa smiled and gave me a quick kiss, "You're going to have a lot of fun with Holly; I just hope I haven't worn you out." I still felt a little startled and nervous about Holly coming over so soon, but I just sat up with Alyssa and agreed that it would be a good idea to take a shower.