26 comments/ 159805 views/ 105 favorites PTA Volunteer By: -Ripley- It was another Tuesday night PTA meeting. As usual, there were a relatively small number of parents there. Eighty percent were mothers with a few fathers in the mix. Of the men, they were pretty much of two varieties. First there were the divorced guys who had heard on good authority that the PTA was a great place to meet women, single or otherwise. They were pretty obvious, paying no attention at all to the discussion and instead focusing their attention on scoping out the other attendees. And none of them were getting the slightest return in interest. The other subset of men were dorks. Most of them were overweight and very concerned with participation. Few of them had much in the way of social skills. It was somewhat of a mystery as to how they found partners to have the children who were now students. The rest of the audience was made up of various categories of mothers. There were the overachievers who wanted to demonstrate that they knew how to do everything and better than everyone else. And there were the lurkers, knowing that the PTA was important so they should come to the meetings but desperate to avoid actually doing anything. Most of the women were there to help out in any way necessary, not wanting to lead things but happy to do what was needed. They made up most of the leadership team, despite the overachievers' conviction that they could do it all. Finally there were the newbies. They were usually mothers whose first children were just entering school. They were eager to help but generally had no clue as to what to do. As Christine stood up in front of everyone, she could clearly see who were in the different groups. She was recruiting for someone to help her with the arts program. As the parent of a sixth grade girl, she had grown the program to the point where it was the most popular thing that the PTA was doing. She wanted to find someone who would continue to nurture it and keep it healthy as her own daughter moved on. Beyond that, she was looking for a certain type of woman with whom to work; a young fresh face who was not burnt out and who was excited to help. Christine didn't want one of the women who volunteered for everything but had lost their enthusiasm some time ago. Christine had always been a gifted speaker. Dynamic and articulate, she was able to convey well what she was looking for to the attendees. Beyond her presence, Christine was very handsome. Older than most of the other parents, Christine had her child when she was in her mid-thirties and as a single women. But she kept very good care of herself, working out 5 or 6 times a week for at least an hour. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back. Christine was always careful to wear clothes that showed her off to her best advantage. At forty-six, she was well aware of her body and what would flatter her and what wouldn't. Tonight she had on a tight sweater and a simple but form fitting sheath skirt. She finished up with a smile and expressed her hope that those interested would talk to her later. Sitting down, Christine noticed a younger woman somewhat nervously watching her. Meeting her glance, Christine flashed an encouraging smile. "She looks interesting," Christine thought. Kara was indeed interesting. She was likely the youngest mother in the crowd. While many of the other mothers had been in the workplace for a while before getting married and having kids, Kara married her boyfriend during the summer after high school graduation. He was three years older than her and had been away at college. Afraid of losing him, she encouraged him to pop the question. It was not long before she was pregnant and before she was twenty, had already the mother of a baby boy. Now five years later and with a kindergartner, she looked the young, still somewhat innocent and sexy twenty-four year old that she was. She had some curves but they were all from the natural shape of her body. She too worked out to make sure that she stayed attractive. She was just barely a C cup but her breasts were the perfect size and shape for her body. Her black hair was cut short to a stylish bob that framed her heart-shaped face. While she would have been extremely attractive no matter what, it was her sky blue eyes with the dark hair that made her stunning. Art had always been one of her favorite things, but not one that her husband had encouraged. He was busy with his job selling business system software. He often didn't have enough time for her anyhow, let alone to do something in which he had no interest. Kara was looking for something to help her feel a little more valued and perhaps volunteering with something that she enjoyed would be just the thing. After the meeting, Kara wandered over to try and talk with Christine but she had to wait. A couple of the other PTA leaders were talking with her. Christine noticed her waiting and nodded at her, again with that encouraging smile. Feeling a bit like a student waiting to talk to her teacher, Kara tried to be patient. After what seemed like forever the other two women left. One of them gave her a glance and then looked back at Christine with a slight smile. Christine stood looking at Kara, waiting for her to come closer. Still showing her nervousness, Kara moved forward. Kara was not particularly tall, nor was Christine extremely tall but somehow Kara still felt little next to her. Even talking to Christine's friendly face seemed intimidating. "You're Kara, correct?" Christine asked with her rich pleasant voice. She had long ago figured out the value of learning people's names. It put them at ease and made them feel recognized. Christine reached out and shook Kara's hand. "I'm Christine. It is a pleasure to meet you." "Yes, that's right," Kara responded. As intended, she was flattered that Christine was aware of her. "It's very nice to meet you too." Withdrawing her hand from Christine's, Kara was conscious of the feeling of lingering warmth from Christine's fingers. "I was listening to you talk about the art program, and well, I'm interested in helping." "Excellent! I am glad someone is! I can't believe how hard it has been to find other parents with a passion for art!" Christine's eyes sparkled as she got more enthusiastic. "Perhaps we could get together for coffee some morning this week and talk further about it." After comparing calendars, they settled on a day and time to meet. With the meeting breaking up, both of them also wanted to get home. The following Thursday, the two women met at a locally owned coffee shop. It was very homey in an older building. The barista did a great job making them a couple of delicious mochas. An eclectic building, Kara and Christine were able to find a nook where they could talk without interruption. As she did so often, Christine emphasized her points by touching Kara's arm or hand. The two of them quickly felt a connection. Kara's innate intelligence shone through despite not having gone to college. She was quick and curious, two features that delighted Christine. For her part, Kara found Christine fascinating. She had the education that Kara lacked and then used it to build a successful software company that Microsoft had gobbled up. Even though she had a great offer to go to work for Microsoft, Christine chose to take the money and move on. Her life was filled with lots of travel around the world and meeting interesting people. As their conversation went on, Kara at times wondered why Christine would want to talk to her. As far as Kara was concerned, she considered herself uninteresting, especially in comparison to some of the people Christine was describing to her. When Christine discovered that Kara had not been to the art museum downtown, she insisted that they make plans to go see it. "Kara, if you want to help on the art program, don't you think it would be wonderful if you had the chance to see some of the art we want to teach?" Christine asked. For Kara, it was hard not to let Christine's cosmopolitan manner intimidate her, or at least awe her. Christine had done so many things about which Kara had dreamed of doing. She often found herself tongue-tied when Christine would ask her something. She worried that Christine was going to think she was a flighty person. The truth was just the opposite. Christine found Kara's manner quite cute and adorable. And one thing that Christine loved was to introduce someone to things that she was certain they would like. She liked leading them in exploration. It turned out that the next day was free for both of them. They could do the museum in the morning and have time for a nice lunch before needing to be back before the children came home from school. "It's settled," Christine said. "I'll pick you up around 9:30 and we can drive into town. We will get there just about when it opens." As they stood, Christine hugged Kara close and lightly brushed her lips against Kara's cheek. "See you tomorrow," Christine said and quickly slipped out the door. Christine's touch completely disoriented Kara. Even though there was really nothing left in her cup, Kara sat back down to compose herself. The contact between them had almost been a shock of electricity. She could still feel exactly where Christine's lips touched her. Kara took a deep breath to try and calm herself. But the lingering scent of Christine's perfume didn't help. What was going on, Kara wondered. It was completely unlike her. The closest she could think was the feeling she had gotten back in high school when she got a crush on someone, that breathless feeling of being with someone she hoped would notice and like her back. But those were guys! It wasn't the same thing at all, she assured herself. She just enjoyed being with Christine. As she got up to leave, she completely missed the man who was checking her out and especially admiring how her erect nipples were showing so nicely through her t-shirt. That night at dinner, Kara tried to tell her husband about meeting with Christine and most importantly their plans for the next day. She was so excited to be going to the art museum that she was practically bubbling. But he wasn't in the least bit interested. He listened for a moment and then shifted the subject to complaining about how his boss wasn't supporting him in ongoing battle with a coworker over a trivial point of credit for a sale. He didn't even need a response from Kara. He just kept talking on and on. Kara felt crushed by his disregard. She so rarely tried to talk with him about her own interests and when she did, it was as if it didn't matter. He was lost in his own thoughts and concerns and never seemed to pay attention to hers. She couldn't help compare him to Christine, who was so very interested in what she thought. Christine made her feel appreciated and like she was something special. "Maybe that is why I felt like that. It has been so long since I felt very valued," Kara thought. The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became with her husband. After dinner, Kara played with her son until it was time to start the bedtime ritual. As usual, it included a struggle to get him to take a bath. Even though she could have used a hand, her husband remained in the basement watching the ball game. Once her son was in bed, Kara would often join him even though she had little interest in baseball. But tonight she was in no mood to spend time with him doing something that she didn't like. It crossed her mind as she headed to the bedroom that earlier in the day she had been a little horny and had a vague plan to let him know that she would like to fool around. Now, although he had no idea, she felt like she was getting a little revenge in "denying" him sex tonight. Instead she slipped into her nightgown and got into bed. Picking up a book, she read for a while. Well before her husband came to bed, she became drowsy and turned off the light. As she drifted off to sleep, her last thought was about Christine and being hugged by her. In a blend of barely awake and the first hint of dream, her recollection of the hug was closer and the kiss was on the lips, not the cheek. With a soft sigh and a little smile, Kara went to sleep. In the morning, the erotic bent of her dream was forgotten. It was another busy morning getting out of bed and helping others get their days started. Neither her husband nor her son was particularly good about getting up and it once again took her getting irritated and snapping before they budged. Then she made breakfasts and lunches for both of them. By the time they were out the door, her first thought was that she needed a nap. A moment after that, she remembered the plan for going to the museum with Christine. She looked at the clock. Kara still had almost an hour and a half to get ready. Her mind went to what she should wear and Kara immediately started to feel butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't explain it but she had a nervous feeling that she had to wear something to impress Christine. Then she realized it wasn't really to impress Christine; she wanted to please Christine with her choice. Despite having known her only for a couple of days, Christine's opinion was already very important to her. Without realizing it, Kara started the same process that she used when she was getting ready for a date night with her husband. Starting a scented bubble bath, Kara got out her body lotions that went with the bubble bath. In getting into the tub, Kara tried to relax in the warm water. What was normally almost automatic was inexplicably difficult. Rather than taking a long soak, Kara found herself more focused, washing her hair and then her body. After carefully shaving her legs so that they were silky smooth, Kara looked at her pussy. Normally she just trimmed it enough to not be visible when wearing a bathing suit. Now she felt hairy and unattractive. Taking her razor, she slowly and delicately trimmed it down until it was just a light strip of hair. Running her fingers over her pussy, Kara felt a little wicked. It had been years since her pussy had looked like this. It made her feel more like how she was before her son was born. The light touch of her fingers felt good. She did it again, this time pressing a little harder. One touch followed another. Masturbating wasn't unusual for her. Given how busy they were and the lack of romantic talent on her husband's part, Kara had become quick used to it. Today was different. There was something that was getting her more and more excited. She was about to let loose when she noticed the clock. She was starting to run short on time. As much as she wanted to cum, she wanted to be right for Christine. Sighing, she would have to save it for later. After toweling off, Kara put on her body lotion. Once again, she had to restrain herself. Rubbing it on her breasts, Kara found herself paying special attention to her nipples. It wasn't until she started pulling on them that she realized what she was doing. She was now very horny and almost gave into to it. But again the clock intervened. She was down to half an hour and she still hadn't picked out her clothes. Growling with frustration, Kara moved to her closet. She spent 15 minutes picking out her outfit. She would have to spend more than that once she got home putting away the clothes that she discarded. She almost went with pair of skin tight jeans and peasant top but something made her want to show off her legs. Kara knew that they were very noticeable. Instead she put on a skirt that was just a shade short of being respectable. It was tight around her ass but then flared just a bit so that walking was easy. For a top, she picked out a light top that wasn't too tight but had a deep V-neck. It showed off her breasts in the best way possible. She accented it by wearing a long silver necklace with the outline of a heart dangling at the end of it. As she looked at herself, Kara felt pleased. She knew how attractive she looked and it felt like it had been too long since she had gone to this trouble. Just like a date night, she finished getting ready by putting a little dab of perfume between her breasts. It was such a habit that she didn't realize she had done it. The minutes counted down as Kara waited for Christine to arrive. Every few seconds, she checked herself in the mirror to make sure that nothing had been messed up. Her hair, her lips, her eyes, Kara needed to confirm that they all were perfect for Christine. When the doorbell rang, her heart felt like it went into overdrive. Looking in the mirror one final time, Kara went to the door to open it. Christine was there wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans like the ones that Kara had considered. She had on a fancy leather jacket over a V-neck shirt. She was more well-endowed than Kara and her cleavage was very noticeable. "Oh, don't you look cute," Christine said as she moved forward to give Kara a hug in greeting. Hoping that the blush that spread across her checks wasn't too noticeable, Kara returned the hug. "You look great too, Christine." With a little smile on her lips, Christine thanked her and asked if Kara was ready to go. Kara nodded, grabbed her purse and locked the door behind her. Walking to the driveway, Kara saw Christine's car for the first time. It was a little black BMW sports car. "Nice!" Kara commented. "It must be fun to drive!" Christine laughed her throaty laugh. "It is! It definitely is." Her smile became a little wry. "Maybe if you are a good girl today, I will let you drive it home!" She laughed again. Kara was still a little too intimidated by Christine to know how to engage in the light banter. Her face flushed again and she finally weakly said, "I'll try to be good, then." As she got into the car, Kara could feel how close Christine was to her. As much as she tried to ignore it, it only increased her nervousness. Sensing her nervousness, Christine reached over and patted Kara's hand. "Don't worry; I am a very safe driver." Kara knew that wasn't why she was nervous, but it was as good an excuse as any as to why she was on edge. "I trust you, Christine," Kara replied. Christine's smile grew warmer and her fingers reached out to take Kara's hand in hers, gently squeezing it. "I'm glad you do, dear." Without conscious thought, Kara's hand turned so that it could hold Christine's in return. Kara wasn't even aware that she had done it until Christine had to pull her hand away so that she could start the car and maneuver out of the driveway. The little hand hold added to Kara's feeling of confusion. Those few seconds where she had held Christine's hand had felt very nice. Unlike the feeling of shock from the previous day, holding Christine's hand had felt nice and a sense of warm was there. When it was withdrawn, that was when Kara had felt the shock. This time it was from the withdrawal of contact. Kara couldn't figure out what was going on. The drive into town was exhilarating. While a very controlled driver, Christine also liked to go fast. Her stops were quick and her accelerations were powerful. When taking a corner, the little car whipped around it. More than once, Kara felt the centrifugal force push her against Christine when the car turned right. Kara tried to just relax. As she got used to it, Kara didn't move so quickly away from Christine after the turn was done. Christine seemed so strong. Her body hardly moved when the car turned. It was still confusing Kara but she admitted to herself that there was something about being in contact with Christine that felt good. As Christine drove into a parking garage, she warned Kara. Grab on, I like taking the turns up here quick too." To avoid being thrown against the door, Kara leaned over and took Christine's arm. She could feel the force of the turn trying to pull her back but she kept holding on. Her cheek was pressing against Christine's shoulder. Even after Christine stopped going up and was backing into a parking space, Kara didn't pull away. PTA Volunteer Ch. 02 I want to thank Sun_sea_sky for doing a great job at editing this story. It really helped to make it a much better story. ----------------------------------------- In the school PTA room, Christine reflected upon the last seven years of her daughter's time at her elementary school. It was getting close to the end of the school year and her involvement was almost at an end. She couldn't believe how much her daughter had changed from that little girl of five, to a twelve year old. This year in particular had been a challenge, as her budding beauty had started to be noticed by the boys in her class. There had been many long talks about it. Her daughter, of course, knew that Christine was a lesbian. Although Christine kept it publicly low key, there were no secrets at home. Christine had always been open about the women she was dating, even as she followed the sensible guideline of keeping her girlfriends out of her home life, until it was quite clear that it was something serious. She didn't want her daughter to be hurt as relationships that were just casual faded away. Even then, there were only two lovers that had gotten past that point, to where Christine was comfortable in introducing her daughter to them. When those relationships ended, they just reinforced Christine's caution. It made it harder for the other women, for her daughter, and then of course her. Just as this year had been different for her daughter, it had been unique for Christine. Her affair with Kara caught Christine by surprise. She hadn't been looking for a relationship, let alone one with a married woman. Once it began, however, there seemed to be no stopping it. Now it had been going on for eight months. She had never been one to juggle multiple relationships, so once it became clear that this wasn't just a passing fancy, she had completely stopped dating other women. That was a more dramatic change than what she expected. She only wanted to be with Kara, but without the ability to be truly together, it left her feeling more isolated than she had ever been before. It hadn't taken that long for her daughter to figure out what was going on. Sierra was a bright girl who knew her mother's habits. She noticed when Christine's dating trailed off. At the same time, she was spending much more time with Kara. She could hear how they talked on the phone; saw them when they were together. There was a happiness about her mother that she had only seen those few times when Christine was starting to fall in love. Christine finally realized that Sierra knew when they were having one of their talks about boys after the New Year. They were talking about the difference between liking someone and loving someone. Christine had been struggling to put it into words that her daughter understood. "Love is much more. When you are in love, you do things to make it work even when they are hard. But when you are in love, you don't care or even notice." Then Sierra looked at her and asked, "Like how you feel about Kara?" There was a moment of silence. Then Christine sighed just a little. "Yes, Pumpkin," she said and then hugged her. "It's just like that. I know there aren't supposed to be any secrets between us but this is one that I keep secret from almost everyone. I've only told your Aunt. And you can't tell anyone. It would hurt Kara. But I'm glad I have you to talk to about it." Christine hugged her daughter again. "I am too, Mom," Sierra replied. "I don't really understand though. How can you love Kara when she is married?" "Ah Pumpkin, that is the million dollar question. I've asked it myself a hundred times. Your Aunt thinks I am crazy. I didn't mean it to happen. You remember when we were talking about liking boys and how sometimes you think about wanting to kiss them?" Her daughter turned a little red as she nodded. "Sometimes, especially when you get a little older, like turns into something a little stronger but still not love. When I met Kara, that is what happened between us. Neither one of us meant it to happen but it did, even though it wasn't wise and wasn't really right. I told you that feeling was a little scary because you do things that maybe you shouldn't. But we didn't stop. And we really liked each other. And now it's more than that. But I still don't know what it means, Pumpkin. I know you don't believe it, but sometimes your mom is confused about stuff too!" Sierra hesitated for a moment. Finally she asked, "Does Kara love you too?" Christine felt her eyes tear up just a little. "I think so. She says so. Pumpkin, the hardest thing about love is that it makes you open. You can't even know for sure how the other person feels. You have to trust. And when you are young, trusting is easy because you haven't had your heart broken. Experience will teach you that sometimes things aren't the way you think. But when you are really in love, even though you know about the possibility of being hurt, you take the risk." Her daughter solemnly contemplated what Christine had said. With a very small voice, she asked "Is Kara going to come live with us?" The tears started to slowly roll down Christine's cheek. "No, Pumpkin, I don't think so. I wish ..." Christine trailed off. Finally she said simply, "I don't know what will happen. For now, it's enough for both of us." Sierra gave her a big hug. "Love is funny, Mom. It can make you happy and sad all at the same time. But I'm glad we can talk about it. And I won't tell anyone." There was a little hitch in her voice as she said that and Christine looked at her before saying, "Yes, Pumpkin?" "Will you tell Kara that I know? And if so, is it okay for me to talk to her to about it? It's fine if the answers are 'no'." Christine chuckled and nodded, "I think so. No secrets between Kara and me either. And I'll ask her about the two of you talking, okay?" Her daughter nodded and jumped down from the couch to go and grab a bite to eat. Christine smiled as she watched. As always she was amazed at how quickly she could move from one thing to another. ~ ~ ~ Almost six months had passed since then, and still the affair went on. They managed to get together as often as they could. Kara had found it a bit of a relief that Sierra knew. Clearly she couldn't tell her own son, but there was really no one else with whom she was close enough to share the situation. It helped her to not have to hide it with Christine's daughter. She was very sweet and it didn't take long for Kara to care for her almost as much as she did her own son. Over time Sierra became a co-conspirator with Kara and Christine. She was quite responsible for her age and she would babysit for Kara when she needed to spend some time with Christine. For Kara, the school year had become a contradictory combination of peaks and valleys. Although her son remained the most important priority in her life, Christine wasn't far behind. The doubts and worries that plagued Christine were invisible to Kara. Christine was her confident lover who knew Kara as no one had ever known before. Whether it was introducing Kara to a new cultural experience or exciting her to new heights, Christine was expanding Kara's world. The time they spent together was the best that she could remember of her life. But it was coming at a cost. At home, the burgeoning emotional disconnect that had been starting between Kara and her husband, before she met Christine, had grown into a gulf. His indifference to her needs and feelings stood in stark contrast to Christine. For many months, he was oblivious to Kara's withdrawal from the relationship. When he finally woke up and realized that for all intents and purposes they were living two separate lives in the same house, there seemed like nothing he could do to fix the situation. His attempts seemed weak to Kara, and generally served to irritate her more than anything else. To her, they felt like half-hearted attempts spurred more from fear of the marriage breaking up than caring about her. Beyond that, they seemed selfish because they were more about his feelings than hers. The tension with her husband fed upon itself. Arguments flared up more and more. It seemed to Kara like he was always doing something to piss her off. By this point, she wasn't giving him much leeway. Even innocent comments were often taken the wrong way and resulted in her snapping at him. Once that happened his own temper and hurt feelings led him to snap back, escalating the situation. More than once, he found himself screaming at her back as she retreated into the bedroom to cry. In the past, their fights usually had been brief and ended up in tender reconciliation. The first time he made the mistake of assuming that an apology combined with a hug and a kiss would lead first to forgiveness, and then sex, was his last. Kara's cold fury at him drove him out of the bedroom more confused than ever. It was two weeks before she allowed him to touch her and three weeks before she kissed him again. It was over a month before they had sex again ... once. Even though she was still unhappy with him, Kara felt that avoiding sex wasn't fair to him. But when they did it, Kara found it completely unsatisfying. Nothing he did turned her on. He seemed clumsy and unable to understand what she might want. The feelings between them were by now so raw that every little faux pas just piled on to leave her cold. It was clear to him that she wasn't excited. He was so horny that he still couldn't help himself from hurrying to enter her even though she wasn't ready. The result was a painful experience, where Kara just lay there placidly as he fucked her. In the end, her lack of passion transmitted itself to him and he found himself losing his erection. The state of the relationship could be seen in how Kara didn't even try to ease his bruised feelings. She just turned over and went to sleep. Of course, without knowing it, he was being found wanting in comparison to Christine. His worries about their relationship led to him being uncertain and tentative in bed. Christine was the exact opposite. She was demanding in lovemaking in the best sort of way. She could be tender and caring too, with what pleased Kara. She was always in control, always confident. When she wanted Kara, she let her know in many different, often surprising ways. The normal rule was for Kara to be in a skirt or dress without panties when they were together. Christine didn't want something getting in her way. Once, Kara was over while the kids were at school. She was admiring one of the paintings that Christine had in her house. Christine came out of the bathroom to see Kara standing there. There was something extremely sexy about the way she was standing. One leg was bent slightly, causing her hip to tilt. Christine felt a wave of lust and walked over behind Kara who was intent enough that she didn't hear Christine's approach. She first realized it when she felt Christine starting to firmly but carefully push her up against the wall. Christine's hand dropped down to pull up Kara's skirt and expose her ass. Kara was taken completely by surprise but felt her own surge of lust. Without consciously thinking about it, she spread her legs and stuck out her ass. Christine's body pressed up against Kara's. Her mouth was beside Kara's ear. Kara shuddered when she heard Christine's confident and sexy voice say, "I wonder how wet my baby is. I bet she is already dripping for me." Kara felt Christine's hand slide down over her ass and then between her legs. She rocked her hips back to give Christine better access. Christine instantly took advantage of it. She ran a finger up along Kara's slit, starting at the bottom. "Oh, so nice and wet. Baby, you must be horny ... again," Christine chuckled as she spoke. Not being ready was never a problem for Kara with Christine. Just being in the same room as her was enough to make Kara's pussy grow moist. "I am, darling. You always make me horny," replied Kara. She pressed backwards to try and get Christine's fingers to enter her. "Fuck me! Fuck your horny baby!" She was rewarded as she felt Christine firmly press two fingers into her pussy. Once her fingers were in as deep as they could go, she started to pump them in and out of Kara. Each thrust pushed her up against the wall. Kara turned her head so that she could look at Christine. Soon that was impossible as her eyes closed in anticipation. The pounding that Christine was giving her was having the expected result. Kara was moaning with each thrust. "Fuck me, darling! Fuck me hard!" she cried out. Christine could feel the tension building in Kara's body. Sometimes she liked to tease her and make Kara wait and beg for release. Not today. Christine was feeling horny herself and the sooner that Kara came, the sooner that she could get her own relief. She quickened the pace. Kara's juices were flowing down and covering her hand. The smell was powerful and filling Christine's senses. Suddenly Kara paused for a moment. With an exclamation of "Oh my God!" she began to shake. Christine thrust hard in and out of Kara. Her other hand went around Kara to help support her. Even in this moment of lust, Christine was making sure that she took care of Kara. Kara felt Christine's body press against her as she came. The contact heightened the excitement that was coursing through her body. Just like Christine was thrusting her fingers, Kara was rocking her hips hard back to meet the thrusts. "Oh yes, Christine! God, fuck me!" Kara exclaimed. "I'm fucking you, baby. I'm making you cum," Christine hissed in Kara's ear. "You are such a horny little slut for me, baby!" She lightly bit on Kara's ear and tugged. She could feel the pressure on her fingers as Kara's pussy spasmed repeatedly. As her orgasm slowly faded, Kara turned her head and kissed Christine. Their tongues swirled around one another. It seemed like Kara's eyes were on fire as she looked at her lover. As the kiss broke, she spoke. "I love it when you take me whenever you want, Christine. You make me feel so desirable." Christine reached up her hand into Kara's hair. For a moment, she stroked it. "You are unbelievably desirable, Kara. You excite me whenever I look at you." Then her fingers tightened. She started to pull down while her other hand pressed down on Kara's shoulder. "Like right now, baby. You have me so very excited that you need to lick my pussy!" Christine pressed and pulled Kara down onto her knees. Christine's pulling her hair hurt just a little but rather than turning her off, there was something about it that was stirring. It was a combination of Christine being in control and Kara accepting her place in their relationship. While this was one of the few times that involved pain, it was clear that Christine was dominant. Accepting just a little pain seemed to Kara like almost a badge of honor, demonstrating her devotion. Plus, knowing how much Christine desired her gave her a feeling of security in the relationship. When Kara was on her knees, Christine moved around in front of her. Leaning up against the wall, she put her hands behind Kara's head and pulled her into her pussy. Kara went in eagerly. By now she was a skillful pussy-eater. Her tongue flicked out to stroke Christine's lips. She let out a little "mmmmm" sound as she got her initial taste of Christine's moisture. Her tongue flicked up and down along Christine's slit, each time pushing in a little more. Soon she had her tongue deep into Christine's cleft. Kara could feel the pressure against her face as Christine ground her hips against her. Her own hands went behind Christine to grasp her ass and pull her closer. Her tongue now was at high speed, sliding all around Christine's clitty. It was clearly having the desired effect as Christine was thrusting her hips against Kara's face. For her part, Kara loved the tangy, slightly metallic taste and enthusiastically slurped down Christine's pussy juices. To get more, Kara would slide her tongue down to push it deep into Christine. Once inside, she would swirl it around, all the while sucking to get more. Then she slid it back out and once again was running it against Christine's clit. Christine was finding it hard to get enough air. She was going beyond panting. She was starting to gasp for breath. She was coming close, and was distracted enough to not realize that she still had ahold of Kara's hair and was pulling harder. With an exclamation of "Oh, oh, oh," Christine started to cum. One hand released Kara's hair and grasped her shoulder instead to hold on. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, that's it baby!" Her legs were getting weak and it was a good thing that she was leaning against the wall. She could feel each stroke of Kara's tongue further heighten her excitement. It was hard for Kara to keep licking but she was quite determined. She loved pleasing Christine. As Christine finally stopped cumming, she felt as weak as kitten. She needed to hold onto Kara for support and to keep from falling. After a moment, she opened her eyes to see Kara looking up at her with a very satisfied look on her face as her tongue carefully licked around her lips. Christine reached up to gently stroke Kara's face. Turning her face, Kara kissed Christine's hand. It was a moment when their love shone through and one after another, they both whispered the words. "I love you, baby." "I love you too, darling." Saying it out loud was something that both of them shied away from. Doing it raised questions in both of their minds that they preferred to ignore. But every once in a while, it couldn't be helped. They had to reaffirm it. Now, as the school year was ending, Christine was finding it hard to continue to ignore those questions. The relationship was at the same time the best thing and the worst thing to ever happen to her. She couldn't help being head over heels in love with Kara. Not only was she a sweet and smart woman, but they seemed perfectly matched. At the same time, it was frustrating for Christine to have to hide the relationship. The only time they could be completely open was when they were at home. If they went out, they both had to remember to keep up the fiction that they were just friends. Beyond that issue, it was even more frustrating, in that Christine had no idea where the relationship was going. Although it hadn't been her intention, at one point in April it had boiled over for her. They were having dinner together and she had two glasses of wine, which was unusual. It loosened her tongue and she found herself saying wistfully that she wished Kara would leave her husband and be with her. Kara's face froze and she didn't say a word in response. Christine started to try and say something to pull back but found it impossible. She couldn't say she didn't mean it, when it was in fact true. No matter what she said, it only seemed to make the matter worse. Finally in a strangled voice, Kara stopped any further discussion by saying, "Christine, I can't ... I can't even think about that." She got up and kissed Christine softly but then said that she had to go home. It was the first night since they started the affair that Christine had gone to bed crying. It wasn't the last. It was, however, the last time that Christine ever brought the subject up. She hadn't heard from Kara for several days after that night. When they finally got together again, there was a subdued undertone that took a week to completely disappear. Still it was wearing on Christine. Even though the relationship between Kara and her husband was deteriorating, they still had a common social life that they maintained. Kara was not free to spend as much time as either she or Christine would like together, especially outside school hours. At the same time, without Kara, Christine often found it hard to be motivated to get out on her own and do things. What made it especially hard for Christine was feeling less in control of her life than ever before. PTA Volunteer Ch. 02 Even after all this time, Christine had kept it a secret from all of her friends. She took protecting Kara extremely seriously, even when it meant that she had almost no one to talk to about the situation. Her daughter had come home the other day to find Christine in her room crying. Although Christine had been trying to hide it, Sierra had noticed on other days that her mother looked like she had been weeping but this was the first time she had actually seen it. Sierra sat down beside Christine and put her arms around her, giving Christine a little hug. She was quiet since she didn't know what to say. Through her tears, Christine smiled at Sierra and returned the hug. Slowly Christine pulled herself back together; hating the feeling of weakness that crying gave her. Finally Christine said, "It's okay, Pumpkin. I'm okay. I'm just feeling a little sad." Just seeing her mother crying was enough to almost make Sierra cry. She was a perceptive and bright girl and had a fairly good idea why her mom was upset. She couldn't help but take it personally too. No matter how much she liked Kara, Sierra was starting to resent how she was making her mother feel. Laying her head against Christine's shoulder Sierra said in a quiet but fierce voice, "I know you love her, Mom, but you deserve to be happy too." Despite how she was feeling, Christine had to smile at her daughter's natural defensive feelings toward her. She hugged a little tighter as she rested her chin on Sierra's head. "I know I do, Pumpkin. It's one of those complicated grown up things, where we don't do what we tell others to do. It doesn't make sense but it is true still." Still, Sierra had helped make her feel better. Christine asked her about her day and soon the moment was forgotten. ~ ~ ~ It was with Sierra's words in mind that she had accepted an invitation on the previous Friday to a party from one of her friends in the city. Kara was away for the weekend visiting her parents by herself, so there was no chance that they would have time together anyhow. And Christine was feeling like she deserved a little fun. Arriving at the party, Christine was delighted that quite a number of friends, whom she hadn't seen in a while, were there. With a glass of red wine in hand, she was quickly catching up with what was going on in their lives. Luckily most of them were happy to talk about themselves and so didn't notice that Christine was almost completely silent about herself. As the party wound on, Christine was enjoying talking with others and wandering around. The social interaction was something that she definitely missed. It was a mixed crowd of gay and straight people, but one where she only knew about a third of the people. That didn't bother her as she enjoyed getting to know new people. Late in the evening, she was talking with an attractive woman, roughly her own age, whom she had only met that night. Somehow they had gotten into swapping stories about how they had offended some straights, either intentionally or inadvertently. Christine would tell one story and then Melinda would try to top her. Christine was laughing at a story about Melinda and a girlfriend wearing only string bikinis and while necking accidentally stumbling into a group of born again Christians, in the middle of a baptism, at one of the local rivers. Melinda touched Christine's arm to make sure she fully understood the expression on the face of one of the born-agains. Suddenly Christine realized that Melinda was flirting with her. It had been so long that she had completely missed it. But even more surprising, and for Christine a little disturbing, was the realization that she was enjoying it. It felt good to be out in the open with someone who accepted her for who she was, and who accepted herself. Despite feeling like she was betraying Kara, Christine found herself flirting back. When Melinda asked her to dance, she hesitated for a moment and then said 'yes'. It wasn't a slow dance so there was nothing too physical. But as they brushed against each other, Christine was, for the first time since the previous fall, getting turned on by someone other than Kara. As that song ended and a slower one started, Melinda moved closer to Christine without asking, clearly expecting to continue dancing. But now the guilty feelings about Kara were increasing. Shaking her head, Christine moved off the dance floor and retreated into the kitchen. Melinda looked after her in obvious confusion. Finally she followed Christine. "Christine, did I do something wrong? I thought we were having fun," Melinda said as she caught up. Shaking her head, Christine replied, "No, it's me. It was fun. It's just ..." She trailed off. "Oh," Melinda suddenly put one and one together to get two. "You're in a relationship. Trust me to find someone who already has someone." She shook her head. "I could have sworn that I was getting interested vibes though." "No, you weren't wrong. At least to start with, I didn't even know that I was putting them off," Christine said with a sigh. "And then it kind of felt good. I'm sorry. It wasn't fair to you." Melinda could sense that something wasn't quite right, but she couldn't quite figure it out. "Did you have a fight or something, is that why you're here alone?" Unused to talking about her relationship with Kara, Christine's tone became more abrupt. "No, that's not it," she curtly said. "Hey, I'm not trying to pry. I don't know. You just seem like you aren't in a good spot, Christine." Realizing that Melinda didn't mean anything and, of course, had no idea what the situation was, Christine reached out and grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be like that. I'm not used to talking about it." "Well if you want someone who is a disinterested observer, well mostly disinterested," she said with a lopsided grin, "then I'm your gal." Christine smiled back. "Okay, I think I would like that. Why don't we take a glass of wine out onto the balcony where we can get a little more privacy?" Melinda turned out to be a great person with whom to share her situation. She mostly just listened, occasionally asking a question when Christine trailed off or got lost in her own somewhat dark thoughts. Better still, she had no inclination to try and solve anything. Just being able to open up and let someone else know what she was going through was what Christine needed. The party was starting to break up when Melinda finally offered just a little bit of advice. "Honey, I don't know what the answer for you is. But it seems to me you are getting to the point of needing to figure that out before the pain you are feeling starts to destroy the love you feel for Kara." She reached out and squeezed Christine's hand. In the dim light on the balcony, Christine could make out Melinda smiling that lopsided grin. Then Melinda said in a clearly light tone, "I'm just sorry I didn't meet you when you were unattached. But if you ever find yourself unattached, AND you have already had your rebound gal, give me a call!" Christine recognized the joke in Melinda's words and smiled appropriately. But inside, they struck a nerve. She had held it together and to Melinda seemed more in control than she was, but her joke cut to the heart of her fears. Christine had been thinking about Kara and their relationship for the last three days since the party. Kara had gotten back from her parents the previous night but they hadn't had a chance to talk. As she finished up at the school, Christine realized she couldn't avoid the answer she had been trying to deny. Since she couldn't have Kara as part of her life full time, Christine couldn't do it part time any more. There was just no path to happiness, probably for both of them but for sure for her. There was a heaviness in her heart as she made up her mind to talk to Kara. She wouldn't cry at school but she was certain there would be tears at home, and then again when they talked. Sighing, Christine started working on putting the last box of art supplies into storage bins for the summer. School would be over soon and Sierra would head over to Kara's house. They already had that planned. "Might as well get it over," she thought. And then she sighed again. PTA Volunteer Ch. 03 This is the final chapter of the story. It has been done for several weeks but I have been trying to find an editor to go over it. After many attempts, I am just posting it. I've proofread it multiple times but I apologize if I have missed anything. I hope you enjoy it. * It had been a while since Kara felt this way. Not that it was unusual for her to feel good. She got that feeling almost every time she was together with Christine. It was more than that. She felt good about herself and her life. Having been away from Christine for the weekend at her parents, she couldn't wait to see her. Despite Christine being a wonderful thing in her life, much of the rest of it had been deteriorating. Her marriage was definitely part of that. After having been ignored and dismissed for so long, Kara found herself unwilling to give her husband a chance when he woke up and realized the state of the marriage. He tried to be attentive and bring a spark of romance back into their lives. But with each effort, Kara shut it down. He made reservations at a restaurant that had been one of their favorites when they were dating. He couldn't help notice that when he took her hand as they walked from the parking lot that her hand was limp and didn't grasp his in return. Throughout the dinner he found that his attempts to engage her in conversation foundered in the face of her one or two word answers. Other attempts met similar results. He was trying but he could see that she wasn't. Finally he asked her about seeing a marriage counselor together. Kara looked at him with unreadable eyes but didn't say anything. As the silence dragged on, he asked again. "Honey, clearly we have some problems. I just think it might help if we had someone to talk to." After a few more moments, Kara finally spoke. It rocked him to his core. "I'm not sure I want to do that. I've been thinking about seeing a therapist by myself though. I need help with some issues of my own before I can try to work on our issues." She paused for a second and then quietly added, "If I want to." Kara's words scared the hell out of him. Despite his best efforts and as so often in the past, being scared resulted in him getting mad. He snapped, "What the hell does that mean? 'If I want to?'" In the past, Kara might have backed down and retreated in the face of his anger. Tonight she stood her ground. In a cold voice she replied, "Don't make me spell it out for you. You wouldn't like what I would say." She glared back at him. This time it was her husband who backed down. In the face of her glare, he looked like he was slowly deflating. Shaking his head, he turned and left the room. For a moment, Kara felt sorry for him. But only a moment. In truth, she was seeing a therapist the next day for a first session. Kara had been feeling like she needed help for a while. Of course there was the marriage disaster and needing to figure out what to do about it. But more than that Kara was confused about what she wanted and who she was. She knew that she loved Christine. Time with Christine was wonderful but did she want more than what she had now? Was she willing to be in an out relationship with her? And what did being in love with a woman mean? Was she a lesbian, bi? Even the question of whether she needed to figure out some sort of label confused her. The fact that she was married and having an affair just added to how muddled the whole thing seemed to her. Just as she had kept it from her husband, Kara hadn't let Christine know that she was looking for a therapist. As supportive as Christine was, Kara felt like these were things that she needed to figure out for herself. Only then could she make decisions that involved other people. Kara had looked hard for the right person to see. In addition to wanting to make sure that she could connect with the therapist, she was looking for a specialist. Kara wanted someone who was experienced in helping people through issues related to sexual orientation. It was one of the things with which she was struggling the most. She needed someone who was open and accepting, and wouldn't push any particular outcome. She had done a little research online and then interviewed by phone a few before settling on a woman who had been practicing for twenty years. "Kara, if you are looking for someone to give you the answers, I'm not right for you," Dr. Welheim had said. "I can help figure out what the right questions are. And I can encourage you to answer them honestly. If I think you aren't being honest, I'll call you on it. But you have the answers, not me. You just haven't found them yet." It struck a chord in Kara and she made an appointment on the spot even though there was still one more therapist on her list. She was nervous about it but still felt better that she was confronting the issues. Even though knowing that Kara was seeing a therapist might have made Christine feel better, Kara kept it secret. In truth, the fight when Christine let slip her feelings had prompted it. The whole question was scary for Kara. It was the idea to see a therapist that helped her completely warm back up to Christine. It gave her a framework to deal with the situation that she lacked before. As much as she cared about Christine and would have liked to comfort her, if Christine knew it would have added a layer of pressure that she didn't need. Nevertheless it seemed to Kara that things quickly returned to the positive with Christine. Although she was frustrated by the situation, Christine didn't let it very often intrude upon their happiness. And she was extremely protective of Kara, wanting to make sure that nothing she did might threaten Kara's family. Even little things like keeping calls on cell phones to a minimum and refraining from texting so that there was less chance of Kara's husband accidentally seeing something suspicious. As much as Christine wanted her in her life, Kara knew that she wasn't going to do something to force the issue. And even after months together, Christine could still surprise and excite Kara. One day Kara had to run a few errands and couldn't come over until later in the morning. When she arrived, Christine greeted her wearing a black overcoat. Her legs were in stockings and were displayed from the edge of the overcoat down to the high heeled boots she was wearing. The coat was only buttoned up to the level of Christine's breasts. Her cleavage was completely exposed and highlighted. Kara stopped up short as Christine opened up the door. "Oh my," she exclaimed. Without realizing it, she licked her lips. "Follow me, you little slut!" Christine said as Kara stepped inside. She spun on her heel, throwing her hair. Walking away, she swayed her hips more than usual causing the overcoat to exaggerate the movement. Kara's eyes followed for a moment, hypnotized by the sight before she started to obey Christine. As Christine walked, her hands were up undoing the buttons. Reaching the bedroom, she shrugged her shoulders and the coat fell to the floor. It revealed that she had on only a garter belt that was holding up her dark stockings. The sight caused Kara to quicken her pace to get closer to Christine's lovely body. Sitting down on the bed, Christine parted her legs and looked up and Kara. Her very neatly trimmed pussy parted slightly. It was clear that she was excited. All the time she was waiting for Kara to get there she had been thinking about this moment. It had been hard not to play with herself before that but now that Kara was there, she was glad. She was extremely horny and in just the right mood for the game she wanted to play. Because she was running errands, Kara was dressed a little more conservatively than usual. She had on a long simple brown dress and a white blouse with only one button undone. Wearing low heeled flats meant her legs and ass were not quite as stunning as usual. To the world, she looked like the young housewife mother that she was. She was already raising one hand up to start undressing to get more ready for her lover. "No, don't undress," Christine said in a commanding tone. "I want you like you are. Get down on your knees between my legs and show me what a slut you are." Kara was slightly surprised by Christine's tone for just a moment. While clearly the dominant person in their relationship, this was a step beyond. At the same time, there was something exciting about her being so demanding. Kara could feel her pussy getting wet at the thought of Christine treating her like this. And the twinkle in Christine's eye reassured her that this was a fun game for them to play rather than anything else. Stepping forward, Kara dropped between Christine's knees. Despite all the times they had made love, she had never been fully clothed like this. Her face flushed from the feeling of being wicked. "Right now I am the slut that Christine is calling me!" she thought. Kara could smell how wet Christine was and her mouth watered with anticipation of tasting her. Kara reached out and put her hand on Christine's hips. As she leaned forward, she slid them around behind Christine. Her tongue tentatively reached out and flicked along Christine's short little pussy hairs. She could feel little twitches run up Christine's body in response. Kara smiled. It was true that Christine was in charge of most of their relationship, but Kara knew that she had power too. "I may be a slut for her, but I do it well," she chuckled to herself. Pressing her tongue along Christine's slit, Kara parted it ever so slightly. She felt Christine's hands settle on her shoulders. For now they were just resting there, allowing her to control the pace. She ran her tongue up and down, maintaining the pressure. Her tongue slowly slipped further and further in until it was caressing the soft moist tissue underneath. Kara loved the tangy taste of Christine as it spread through her mouth. Her own excitement grew. Starting low, Kara's tongue gently licked and flicked its way up Christine until it reached her clit. She paused and her tongue withdrew for a second. Kara felt Christine's hips tilt slightly, trying to keep contact. Pursing her lips, she blew lightly on it and then she flicked out her tongue and touched it. She was so very gentle. She didn't hurry. Slowly she ran her tongue around the hard nub. Kara was excited herself and wanted to go faster but she knew it would be better for Christine if she let it build. Around it and around it her tongue went. It was barely touching Christine's clit but it was enough. Kara felt Christine's fingers tighten a little on her shoulders. Christine's breathing was starting to deepen too. Every few circle's Kara slid her tongue down Christine's pussy, gathering in her juices and making sure that her tongue was slick from them. As she came back after one dip, Kara flicked her tongue up and over the hard clit. Then she flicked it down. They were long gentle strokes. She alternated that and the swirls while Christine's excitement grew. Soon she had Christine's hips moving back and forth rocking into her face. Her cheeks were covered with pussy juice as the lips rubbed against her. Before Christine even started to pull her closer, Kara was pressing her face deeper into Christine's pussy. Her lips surrounded the clit and softly sucked on it. The elicited a long moan. She pressed the tip of her tongue against it as it was held by her lips. She started to vibrate it back and forth. It started slow and followed the building of Christine's excitement. As it grew, Kara pressed harder and moved it faster. Soon Christine was leaning forward with her chest and breasts pushing against the top of Kara's head. "Oh you fucking slut," she cried out. "That's it. Fuck me, Baby!" Christine was starting to almost gasp for air. Kara could feel the tension starting to peak in her. "Oh fuck!" Christine screamed as she started to cum. Her body heaved against Kara. It was hard for Kara to keep her face pressed against Christine's pussy. Her hands were pulling on Christine in order to maintain the contact. Opening her mouth wider, Kara's tongue was licking up and down and pressing into Christine's pussy to capture the juices that were flowing down. As the orgasm reached its heights, Kara plunged her tongue as deep as she could into Christine and started to fuck her with her tongue. Even as it started to fade, Kara's tongue was thrusting in and out of Christine's pussy. As Christine felt her mind slowly clear, she became aware of how she was almost wrapped around Kara's head; her body curled over. She straightened herself up and took her weight off of Kara. When she did so, Kara changed from sliding her tongue in and out to licking and cleaning Christine's juicy pussy. It felt good to begin with as it wasn't quite as intense. Finally just before the touch started to begin to irritate, Kara stopped and looked up at Christine. Her face was all wet with Christine's pussy juice. And it wasn't just her face. She had pussy juice in her hair and down the front of her shirt. Both her lipstick and her mascara had smeared. The darkness around her eyes gave her quite an erotic look. Sitting back on her heels, Kara's eyes were shining with her excitement. Her nipples were clearly visible pressing against her blouse. She was still dressed just as properly as before but now it was a look of propriety despoiled. Her tongue ran along her lips to find a little more of Christine's taste. Christine looked at Kara and her desire changed. Before she had wanted to Kara to make her cum; now she wanted to take this soiled sexy woman. Her voice was husky as she said, "Go get my strap-on, my little slut." Kara's eyes lit up. It was somewhat of a rare treat for Christine to want to use it. Kara was more used to penetration and loved it when Christine would fuck her with it. Part of it was just the familiarity with being fucked like that, but there was another part. There was something about it that made her feel more like she was Christine's. It was moments like this that Christine was more likely to want to use the strap-on with her. At those times when Christine showed that she was the most in control of the relationship, the strap-on helped to put the final emphasis on it. Briefly Kara thought about standing up, but instead she crawled over on her hands and knees to the dresser to take out the strap-on. It felt like the more slutty way to do it. Just as Christine had done earlier, she made sure to sway her hips to add to the effect. Taking it out, she realized that it would be hard to carry back if she stayed on all fours. She quickly solved the problem by taking the strap between her teeth. The dildo swung in a wide arc as she returned. For Christine it was a very sexy sight. Without any delay, Kara started to put it on Christine. After getting it over Christine's feet, she slid it up her legs. As it got to her crotch, Kara made sure to carefully position it so that the little nub would press against Christine's clit. Her fingers eagerly tightened the straps so that it was tight and ready. Sitting back on her heels again, she looked at the beautiful older woman in front of her with the incongruous large pink cock jutting out from her crotch. The sight was intensely arousing for her. Christine always excited her, from that very first moment meeting her when she didn't even understand it. But at that moment, Kara was as horny as she could remember being. Again her hands went to her wet blouse to start to undress for Christine when she noticed Christine shaking her head no. "Stand up, you horny little slut," Christine commanded in her husky voice. After Kara did, Christine grabbed her and pushed her over to face the bed. Placing her hand on Kara's shoulder, she pressed firmly to bend Kara over the bed. Grabbing the skirt, Christine pulled it up and bunched it up around Kara's waist. Stepping back slightly, Christine looked down at the tanga panties that Kara was wearing. Not surprising, they were soaking wet. They exposed much of Kara's ass cheeks, and Christine ran her hand over them. She loved the way that Kara arched her back and pushed against her hands. Grasping the panties and Christine just pushed them to the side. She put the head of her strap-on against Kara's pussy lips. "Now I am going to fuck you, slut," Christine said. Pressing hard, Christine began to drive her grrlcock into Kara. She made one long thrust. Kara was so wet that it coated the dildo as it went. And Kara was so ready for it that she assisted by pushing back against Christine. She let out a long moan of relief as Christine's grrlcock filled her. Kara could feel the edge of her panties getting pulled along just a little by the dildo. Another time it might have been irritating. Today it just served as an exciting reminder of how Christine was in control and taking her fully dressed. Her hands gripping Kara's waist, Christine pressed in until the dildo was all the way in. Her hips met Kara's ass and stayed there for a moment. Then she pulled back until it was almost all the way out. For a second Kara thought she was going to take it out and moaned "Nooo!" When she plunged it in, this time Christine didn't stop. She started to fuck Kara hard. Her hips moved back and forth, pushing the dildo in as far as she could. Each thrust was hard enough to jolt Kara's body forward. Only the fact that she was bent over the bed kept her in place. The hard thrusts were exactly what Kara wanted. The dildo was reaching deep inside of her. As it withdrew it left an aching void that Christine quickly filled. At first she was braced up on her hands, but the pure force that Christine was fucking her with made her lose her balance and fall down onto her face and shoulders. Her breasts were pressed into the bed and she could feel her rock hard nipples brushing against the bed with each thrust, adding to Kara's pleasure. With each stroke, her gushing pussy covered the dildo with more of Kara's juices, allowing Christine to increase her pace. Kara was no passive participant. Rather she was meeting each thrust by pushing back her ass into Christine. She loved the deep penetration that Christine was giving her and pushed back to try to increase it. At the deepest point, Christine's hips pressed against her ass and she could feel their thighs touching. Christine's fingers gripped her waist, pulling her back and then pushing here away. There was a roughness in the way that Christine was taking her that was a turn-on all of its own that took her excitement to a higher level. She could feel the starting of her orgasm starting to build. Kara began to move harder back against Christine. Each thrust ended with Christine's hips slamming into Kara's bucking ass. To Kara it felt like an electric shock. Her mind was clouding as the feeling started to overwhelm her. Hard spasms ripped through her body as the orgasm began. "Oh fuck Christine. Yes, I'm cumming. You're making me cum!" she screamed. "That's it, my little slut! Cum on my grrlcock! I'm fucking you like the slut you are, Kara!" Christine changed her rhythm to fast short thrusts in and out. They were still very strong, but the fucking was now fast and furious. Gripping her ass tightly, Christine used short hard jabs. As Kara gasped loudly, Christine watched Kara's body tense and untense as she came. Finally it started to pass and Kara was collapsing into the bed. Her loud breath was coming in gasps and pants as tried to recover from the powerful orgasm. Christine didn't completely stop her thrusts right away. But they became much softer and much slower. Finally when Kara's breath was starting to come back to normal, Christine pulled out. She reached down and quickly undid the straps and pulled the strap-on off. Dropping it on the bed, Christine lay down and put her arms around Kara. Feeling her lover next to her, Kara rolled over on her side to face Christine. Kara had a very satisfied smile on her face as she reached out to stroke Christine's face. As one, they leaned forward and kissed. Unlike a few moments before, this was full of tenderness. Kara's own arms slipped around Christine. She couldn't maintain the kiss for long as she was still catching her breath. PTA Volunteer Ch. 03 "Oh Christine, thank you! That felt so good!" Kara said. Her total satisfaction came through in her voice. Smiling back at her, Christine nodded. "You're welcome, Baby. I thought you needed a good fucking!" Her smile grew as Kara pulled her close to snuggle. At moments like this, she could ignore the outside world and dream that Kara was hers. For a little while, Kara felt the contentment too. But then unwillingly, it evaporated. Her mind started to refill with all the worries and uncertainties about what she wanted and who she was. Despite herself, Kara could feel her body slowly get tense. As much as she wanted to enjoy the moment, it wasn't possible. She heard a little sigh from Christine and knew that she could feel it as well. Kara didn't think that Christine even knew that she had made the noise. Since their argument about their relationship, Christine had worked very hard not to express her discontent. Kara knew that Christine felt like she was walking on eggshells; and Kara acknowledged that it was justified. She couldn't talk about it and any pressure just made her tension worse. While they had not argued again, the few times that Christine had made some comment or another it led to Kara crying. Both of them ended up feeling wretched. It had the potential to destroy the little bit of happiness the two of them were hanging on to. Despite other good days that followed, this shadow continued to hang over them. Now as she drove over to see Christine Kara thought back to the whole length of the relationship, from the very start of the relationship where Christine was introducing her to new things in life to now. It had gone by so fast that Kara could hardly believe it. There was so much joy there but at the same time, there was a dark thread that had run through it. Although Kara hadn't recognized it for a long time, there was a very selfish element to their relationship on Kara's part. Her life had continued, maybe not just the same, but she was able to make plans and do things. Kara had a full life in which she found a place for Christine. For the most part, strong and confident Christine's life was no longer her own. Her plans and her goals were on hold, hostage to her deep love for Kara. When they were together Christine was mostly happy. When they weren't, she ranged from discontented to despondent. Kara thanked her choice of therapists for helping bring this into focus. At first they had focused on Kara's confusion and sorting out what she wanted. But Dr. Welheim wasn't going to give her a free pass on her impacts upon others. Slowly Kara had seen what was going on with Christine in a way that was productive rather than just increased her own confusion and worries. And she was able to do the same thing with her husband. For the last two months, each session had brought her a step closer to sorting out her life. Finally she was ready to start taking control of her life. Going away to her parents had been the first step. Now she needed to see Christine. As she parked in front of Christine's house, Kara looked at herself in the mirror. "It's going to be okay," she silently told herself. She knew her life was on the edge of a knife, in danger of going wrong in ways that she dreaded. But being honest was the only path open to her to get off of that edge. She frowned a little at her reflection. Her eyes still showed a hint of how much crying there had been over the last few days. But there was nothing she could do about it, so she got out. When Christine opened the door, Kara was surprised at how restrained Christine was. Normally being apart was the occasion for a very physical reunion. Today if anything she seemed withdrawn. Kara could feel butterflies in her stomach. She reached out her hand and, after just the slightest of hesitation, Christine took it. Kara moved closer to Christine so their bodies were barely touching. "It's good to see you, Christine," Kara's soft words broke the silence. "You too, Kara," Christine replied. Kara blinked in a little bit of surprise. Christine rarely called her by her name. Not hearing the word baby felt almost like a little slap. Internally Kara sighed. Maybe this was going to be harder than she expected. She looked into Christine's face and it only reinforced her feeling. It was full of open pain that Christine had been hiding up until now. "Well, I guess it really is time," Kara thought to herself. Before she could say anything, Christine straightened up and put just a little bit of distance between the two of them. "Let's go into the living room. We ...." Christine trailed off for a second and then tried again. "I need to talk." As they walked, Kara's hand gripped Christine's tightly. It was slightly reassuring to feel Christine's echo the grip. But then when they reached the couch, Christine didn't sit next to her. She instead chose an armchair next to her. Christine didn't reach over to retake her hand either. She just sat on the couch as close as she could to Christine. Kara was almost too nervous to look at Christine but she steeled her nerves and looked up from the floor to see her. She could see that Christine was trying to find a way to start talking. Desperately afraid of what she would say, Kara somehow found her voice. "Christine, I know you want to talk but would you let me say something first?" Kara's voice quavered as she spoke. Blinking back tears, Christine nodded. "I'm sorry, Christine." As Christine heard those words, she found she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. First one big tear rolled down her cheek, and then it was followed by many more. She didn't sob, but instead just let them flow. Kara couldn't help herself, but she had to reach out and take her hand. It almost broke her heart when Christine didn't return her squeeze. "I'm sorry I've been so selfish, Christine. I wasn't happy at home but you gave me happiness. You have given me so much love, and I've just taken it. I haven't returned it like I could have; like I should have. I only thought about myself. And I've hurt you. What is worse is that I knew I was hurting you and I didn't stop. I wasn't willing to give myself to you and I wasn't willing to give you up." Kara paused and realized that she too was starting to cry. She willed herself to continue. "The truth is that I was a coward. And you are so brave. You endured so much for me," she squeezed Christine's fingers once again. "You shouldn't have had to do that. I was afraid, unwilling to think about us. But you were afraid too; afraid that I couldn't commit to you. And the longer we went on, the more afraid you were and the more you thought I never would. But you kept waiting for me. "I needed help to get past my fear. Christine, I have been in therapy for the last few months. I've been working through my situation ... our situation. I've been conquering my fears. I needed to get to a point where I could make decisions; decisions about us and about my marriage. More importantly I needed to figure out who I am." She saw the surprised look on Christine's face. "I know. I kept it secret from you. I had to because I didn't know what my decisions were going to be. Either way, it wasn't fair to you but I needed to be able to work through my questions at my own pace. Anything else wouldn't have been fair either; not to you and not to John." Looking at Christine, Kara couldn't read her face now. It was closely guarded. There might be hope there but there could also be despair. But it was clear that hurt was continuing and Kara needed to end it. "Christine, I'm not afraid any more. I'm able to make my decisions. I choose a life with you. I know I hurt you and I don't deserve you but I'm yours if you still want me, Darling," Kara's voice was tight as she spoke. Was it too late? Had she let love slip through her fingers? "Not want you? Kara, how could I not want you? You are who I've wanted almost from the moment I met you!" She threw her arms around Kara and hugged her tight. With her lips close to Kara's ear she whispered, "Baby, I'd lost hope. I thought you were going to tell me it was over, and if you hadn't I was going to tell you that I couldn't go on any more like it was. Oh God, either way I thought I was losing you today. I'm not as brave as you give me credit." Moving over to the couch with Kara, Christine held her close. "What about your husband? When ..." she trailed off before trying again, falling back into the habit of not pressuring Kara. "What will you do about your marriage?" Despite her happiness, she could feel butterflies in her stomach. Were things really going to change? "Baby, don't worry; that is why I was gone this weekend. I went to talk with my parents. I told them about us and about me. I needed to know if I would have their support, or if I would have to do this on my own." Through her tears, Kara smiled. "Sometime they can really surprise you. I don't mean it was easy for them, or for me. But once they understood how unhappy I was, that was all that mattered to them. It wasn't what they expected, or honestly what they wanted, but they want me to be happy." Christine was still crying as she listened. Kara reached up and wiped at the tears on one cheek with her thumb and then kissed the momentarily dry spot. She smiled nervously before continuing. "More importantly, they will let Nicky and me stay with them should we need it. Because last night, I told John that the marriage was over. I told him everything; that I was having an affair." She looked directly into Christine's eyes. "I told him I loved someone else. And I told him it was a woman and that I hoped that I would have a chance to be with her for the rest of my life." This was the decision that scared her more than any other. Kara could have waited to tell her husband and talked with Christine first. She ended her marriage before she knew whether or not Christine still wanted her. Kara knew that no matter what, being married to John was no longer possible. The gap between them was too big. It had no chance of being closed. But she went beyond that in telling John everything. She revealed a side to herself that she had been hiding from him and everyone else. There was no way to take it back. She was all in now. "Oh Baby," Christine sighed softly. She hugged Kara again, almost so hard that Kara couldn't breathe. "I wanted you to know I was committed, Christine. I have played at love with you for too long. Christine, my wonderful patient Darling, I love you with all my heart. I won't play anymore." "I'm yours too! Oh, I have dreamed of this moment!" Christine found herself grinning from ear to ear. Her tears had finally stopped. "I just can't believe it. Then Christine had a thought and her smile faded. "But what happened last night? How did John take it?" she asked. "About what you would expect," replied Kara. Her face took on a bit of a grim cast. "He said some pretty angry things. My Mom and Dad followed me back home and Mom took Nicky out for dinner. But Dad stayed home just in case. He hung out in the kitchen. He never had to come out but I think knowing he was there helped John to not go too far. I thought it would be okay, but Dad insisted." She smiled wanly. "I glad he did." "In the end, John accepted it. I don't think the marriage ending surprised him, just the details. He hasn't been any happier than I have. And while he may have wondered, he really didn't think I was having an affair. Of course when he did wonder, the idea that it was with a woman never occurred to him." With a look of sadness, she sighed. "I never wanted to hurt him. He doesn't believe that right now. I hope someday he will. John called a friend and went to stay over there while I sort things out. Plus with the school year almost over, neither one of us want to add one more change for Nicky by making him change schools." Looking confused, Christine interrupted Kara. "Change schools? Why would he have to change schools?" Kara shyly smiled. "Because my Darling if I have to move back in with my parents, we can't commute 90 minutes a day. And I can only decide for me. I couldn't decide for you. I knew that you and I had pushed our relationship to the brink, maybe over it." Her smile got slightly bigger. "I still don't know if you want me to move in with you. You haven't said anything about that." For moment, Christine tried to look severely at Kara but she couldn't hold it. The love that she felt bursting out wouldn't allow it. Then she slipped the fingers of one hand through Kara's. She pulled Kara's hand up to her lips and softly kissed it. "Kara, you should know without one shred of doubt but I understand. Please would you and Nicky come live with me and Sierra? I will love Nicky like my own son; and I will love you like no one else on this planet! Live with me today. Live with me tomorrow. Live with me for the rest of our lives!" Leaning forward, Kara softly kissed Christine. There was passion there but it was still restrained. More than passion, the love they both shared was completely obvious. They held each other tight. Finally Kara lifted her lips off of Christine's for a moment. "Today." She softly kissed Christine again. "Tomorrow." And she kissed her again. "For the rest of our lives!" Kara's kiss this time was deeper. Her tongue softly caressed Christine's lips for a moment before Christine parted them. Kara probed lightly with her tongue, pushing her way into Christine's mouth. With shudder, Christine suddenly sucked on Kara's tongue and pulled it deep into her mouth. Her tongue touched Kara's, welcoming it. Her hand moved up and slipped into Kara's hair as the kiss went on. Slowly, bit by bit, their passion was being unleashed. Sliding her own hands down, Kara touched the little bit of skin that was bared at the base of Christine's back. Christine moaned slightly. Kara dragged her fingers along the sensitive skin there. More moans escaped from Christine. Sliding them down, they moved under her waistband. Running along the waistband, Kara loved how the light touch brought Christine's passion into full flame. Realizing how uncomfortable this might get, Christine twisted and pulled Kara into her lap. With her hands pulled out from Christine's back, Kara moved to wrap her arms around Christine's neck. Pulling close, they resumed their kiss. Christine's mouth was hard against Kara's. Kara loved the feeling of giving in to her. For the first time, it was complete without any reservations or hesitations. She hissed into the kiss, "I'm yours, Darling!" Hearing the words, Christine's eyes opened and she starred deeply into Kara's. Her kiss got gentler and she ran a hand down Kara's side. "I know. I can hardly believe it's true, but I know it is!" As her hand moved back up along Kara's side, her thumb brushed against Kara's breast. That brought out a moan of Kara's own. Christine liked the sound so she did it again. The pad of her thumb ran over the swell of Kara's breast, not quite touching the nipple. When it came closest, Kara shivered and leaned her head back. Christine lowered her head to bite along the side of Kara's neck. She took little bites and pulled on the skin there. Each nibble seemed to excite Kara further. Christine added to the excitement by starting to brush her thumb over the hard nub of Kara's nipple covered by her shirt. Christine's flicking it back and forth made Kara breathe harder. Wanting better access, Christine began unbuttoning Kara's blouse. Each button exposed more of her skin. The sudden touch of the air on her skin combined with Kara's excitement raised goose bumps. Undoing the last button, Christine brushed both sides of the blouse out of the way. Feeling Kara pushing her head downward, Christine began kissing Kara's neck again with each one a little lower than the one before; moving down her neck, then over her collar bone, finally down Kara's chest. When she got there, Kara's nipple was hard and jutting out waiting for more attention. Pursing her lips, Christine lightly blew on it. She was rewarded with a shiver that ran up and down Kara's body. Lowering her mouth and parting her lips, Christine took it in. As her lips closed on it, she heard a long sigh from Kara. It carried the sense of utter happiness. Sucking on it, Christine pulled Kara's nipple into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against it and then flicked back and forth. She felt pressure from Kara's hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer. Lightly biting down, Christine's teeth slowly scrapped along Kara's breast until they barely touched her nipple and then released. Each time, Kara's moans grew louder. Her head leaned back as she arched her back, pressing her chest upward. She squirmed in Christine's lap as her excitement grew. Pulling her knees up onto the arm of the chair, Kara's skirt slid up her legs to expose them. Her knees parted wide, pushing her skirt further up. It exposed the quickly spreading wet spot on her panties. Christine put a hand on Kara's knee. Slowly she slid it down her leg. As it reached Kara's crotch, she let out an exclamation. "Oh god, yes!" Kara squealed. When Christine ran her first two fingers over Kara's pussy, her head whipped forward and Kara bit her lip. Her hips were moving back and forth, pressing against that wonderful contact. But like so many other times, Christine wanted to tease her. However excited Kara was now, Christine wanted it higher. Moving away from the center of Kara's panties, she instead played along the edges. Her fingers were simultaneously on the edge and on Kara's leg. Christine dragged them downward, almost to Kara's ass cheeks and then back up to her hips. She did it again and then again but this time with her fingers sliding just under them. She didn't push them aside yet but when her fingers got down low, they naturally came close to Kara's slit. Kara was starting to get desperate. She tried to shift her hips to move over to those teasing fingers, but Christine moved along with Kara. As Kara tried it, Christine also bit a little harder on Kara's nipple to let her know who was in charge. That caused Kara's eyes to open in a little surprise. She recognized the look on Christine's face while at the same time Christine went back to more gently playing with her nipple. Kara knew then what Christine was looking for from her. She was more than happy to give it to her, both because it would get her what she wanted but more importantly because it was the truth. "Please Christine, I want you to fuck me," Kara said in a breathless voice. "Please take me and fuck me. Show me that I'm yours." Raising her head from Kara's breast, Christine looked at Kara again. There was a little string of saliva from her wet lips to the nipple. She smiled at Kara's words. "I'm yours," Kara said again. The smile grew. "You're mine Baby and I am yours," Christine answered back. Now Christine pushed Kara's panties aside with her fingers. They were already wet so they slipped into Kara's pussy with ease. She pushed them into the warm tight tunnel as far as they would go. Grinding her hand against Kara, she tried to extend their reach just a little further. Christine leaned her head forward and kissed Kara as she pulled her hand back. Their kiss was full of passion and lust. Her tongue entered Kara's mouth with force. Kara opened wide accepting it and her own tongue swirled around it. Now Christine started to finger fuck Kara. Each thrust was hard and as deep as it would go. To start off with, each thrust forced a moan from Kara. But as Christine's hand started moving faster and harder, the moans became squeals; and then the squeals because grunts as Kara began slamming her hips upward to meet Christine's thrusts. Unable to get enough air because of the kiss, Kara had to pull back. Her head fell backward, arching her back again. Christine returned to playing with one nipple and then the other. She would draw it into her mouth, sucking and nibbling. Then Christine would hold it between her lips and pull on it, stretching it as she lifted her head until it finally slipped out. The other one would then get the same treatment. As Kara grew more and more excited, Christine became a little less gentle and a little rougher with how she played with Kara's nipples. That only served to raise Kara's passion. It confirmed the truth that she was now really Christine's. PTA Volunteer Ch. 03 "I love you, Christine. I love you!" she cried out. She was close now. Unable to help herself, Christine leaned forward again and kissed Kara. It wasn't quite so out of control with passion this time but somehow was more one of love. With a very fierce tone in between the kisses, Christine answered back. "I love you, Baby." While the kisses were tender, her hand wasn't. Christine accelerated her thrusts. Her fingers were slick with Kara's juices and were sliding in and out of Kara's pussy. Each thrust was harder than the last one, pressing in for only one moment before pulling back for the next. She could feel little tremors starting in Kara. That only sparked her to fuck Kara faster. She could feel the moment the dam burst. Kara's pussy clenched hard on her fingers and her whole body tensed for a second or two. Then Kara started to thrash as her orgasm ripped through her body. Christine kept on fucking her, wanting Kara to cum as hard as she could. Kara's hands were on Christine's back and her fingers curled to dig the fingernails into Christine's back. Her head jerked away from Christine's to shake back and forth as her hips uncontrollably thrust up and down, riding Christine's fingers. As it peaked, Kara's whole body arched up against Christine's. "Oh god, Christine! I love you! I love you! I fucking love you!" Kara screamed before collapsing. She went practically limp except for the tremors that continued to ripple through her whole body. But for a moment, her mind went blank and she passed out for a few seconds. As soon as Christine recognized that Kara had gone over the peak, her pace changed. It became soft and gentle whereas before it had been hard and urgent. She softly nuzzled Kara's neck. As Kara came to, she felt the soft kisses along her skin. She felt so safe and in the right place. She weakly wrapped her arms around Christine and hugged her. Her eyes were shining as she looked into Christine's upraised face. "Thank you, my Darling! Thank you so much for everything!" Kara said. Her voice was a little shaking to start but grew firm after a little time. "I know this is right. This is where I belong, with you!" Nodding Christine felt that big smile returning to her face. "It was only in my dreams that I thought it would happen. But now that it has, reality is so much better." They kissed again. Each kiss was slow and tender. Each one reaffirmed that they were together. There was nothing hurried about it now. They had time. Then Christine caught a glimpse of the clock. While they might have their whole lifetimes to spend together, that wasn't true of today. It was getting close to when school would be letting out. There would be a lot to do. They were beginning that life and Christine wanted it to start as soon as possible. "Look at the time, Baby. You are going to need to go soon to meet the bus, as much as I wish we could stay like this." Kara sighed. "I know. Part of me wishes there was nothing else to think about. It will hard on Nicky, no matter what. In a fantasy world it is just you and me, and nothing we do impacts others; but that isn't reality. So I need to start doing the things that will make reality what I want it to be. I told him last night after John left. He wanted to know why we were arguing. Well I told him about the divorce. I haven't told him about us. I'll do that when he gets home." "What will you tell him, Baby?" Christine was torn. She knew how hard this was, but she also had her hopes raised that she didn't have to hide things any more. Kara could sense what was going through Christine's mind. She reached out and took her hand. "I'm going to tell him the truth, my sweet Darling. I told him last night that a long time ago I fell out of romantic love with his father. Today we will talk more about how I was unhappy and lost until I found someone. And I am going to tell him that I was lucky enough to find someone who makes me happy; someone with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. And because I didn't have the courage to end my marriage soon enough, I'm very sorry that I hurt his father and that maybe I hurt him too, but I have to be happy too in order to take care of him. "I'm not going to hide who we are, Christine," Kara said with a calm voice. "I made my choice. It's out there. I told my family. I told John. I am not going to hide it from Nicky, or anyone else. He loves you. He loves Sierra. It will be hard on him, but all of us will help him. And I think once we are fully moved in here, John will stay at the house. I'm pretty sure we can work out the financial arrangements. And I want him to be part of Nicky's life. He is a good man and a good father." "I know he is. You're right. It won't be easy but we will work it out." Christine tightened her hand in Kara's. "Okay, you go. When Sierra gets home, I'll tell her." She smiled wide. "You have no idea how happy this is going to make her. She too has learned to hide things." Her smile broke a bit. "She is my daughter. When her mom is unhappy, she is too." A hint of moisture grew at the corners of her eyes. Then she shook it off and her smile returned. "But we will get the extra bedroom ready for Nicky, and we will figure out something to do for dinner. And we can start this new life together." Christine leaned forward and kissed Kara. Her hand went behind Kara's head and the kiss extended into something long. Finally it ended and they just stayed together for some moments. Then Christine pulled back. She recognized that Kara would struggle with leaving if she didn't. "I will see you tonight, Baby," Christine said firmly. Nodding, Kara rose. She looked down at Christine with a smile. "We'll be home about 4:30." She emphasized the word home. Christine's smile was huge as she rose up to hug Kara. "I can't wait for you to be home!" They walked slowly to the door, hand in hand. As Kara opened it, she turned back to Christine. "I love you, Christine. Thank you for your patience. I promise you that it will be worth it." She softly brushed her lips against Christine and smiled again before stepping outside. Christine stood at the door and watched Kara get into her car and drive off. Not until Kara was no longer in sight did Christine close it. She made a happy little sigh. The day had turned out very different from what she had expected. For the first time in a long time, she felt like it was headed in a positive direction. She wandered into the kitchen. Just as she sat down to take a few moments to think about things, she heard the door burst open. "Mom! I'm home," Sierra announced herself. Shaking her head, Christine thought "I guess there is no peace for me." And girls were supposed to be the quiet ones. Soon they would have a little boy here to stir up things. But it was all good. She sighed again in contentment. Life was going to change, but it was a change for which she had been hoping. Christine rose to go give her a hug and tell Sierra about her day. PTA Volunteer Finishing parking, Christine turned to look at Kara. Her hair brushed against Christine's face. Breathing in deep, Christine said, "You smell very nice. I like your scent." Not really having noticed that they had stopped, Christine's comment surprised Kara. She looked up quickly at Christine. Their faces were very close. For a moment, Kara almost thought that Christine would kiss her. But then Christine turned to get out. Inexplicably Kara didn't feel discomfort at that moment. It took her a few seconds to recognize the feeling of disappointment. Not knowing what to think of that, Kara got out of the car too. When they got to the elevator down, there was a small crowd already waiting. Getting into the elevator was tight. Somehow she managed to end up facing Christine. The crowd pressed against her so that she was in turn pressed against Christine. The feeling was almost overwhelming to Kara, even before Christine's hands came to rest on Kara's hips. "Sorry, I had to steady myself," Christine said. "I hope it's okay." Not trusting herself to speak, Kara nodded. Today she could feel her nipples harden. Kara couldn't explain it but she also couldn't deny that she was aroused. She tried to pull back a little. She didn't want Christine to feel them and be embarrassed. Kara thought to herself, "Okay, I have some sort of schoolgirl crush on her. It's ridiculous but I can't make Christine feel self-conscious." Once they were out of the elevator, Kara was able to get a little distance between them for the walk over to the museum. She needed that to regain a little control. Even still, Kara couldn't help but admire Christine as she walked a little bit ahead of her. Everything about Christine seemed to radiate sexiness, her legs, her ass, her trim waist. "I bet the guys find her very good in bed," Kara wistfully thought. Her husband hadn't seemed to care much about that for a while. When they got into the museum, Christine reached out to put her hand on Kara's back and pull her up alongside Christine at the ticket desk. With Kara moving tight against her, it was more comfortable to just keep her arm around Kara as she took care of getting tickets. Then Christine used her arm to help guide Kara the right way to enter the galleries. And of course Kara didn't mind. She knew it was all innocent but it felt nice to have Christine touching her back. Kara had the time of her life wandering the galleries with Christine. There was a Picasso exhibit and Christine seemed like an expert on his works. She enjoyed pointing out the intricate details of the different painting and sketches. Kara tried to suck all the information in, asking many questions. Christine delighted in Kara's enthusiasm. Christine noticed that Kara took on a glow of happiness that seemed to have been missing from her before. In the galleries, sometimes while Christine was examining a painting she would move ahead early in her excitement. But as she got further from Christine, Kara would sense her absence and quickly return within an arm's length of her friend. There seemed to be increasing touching between them. By the time they were done and ready to leave the Picasso exhibit, it seemed natural for Kara to have her hand in the crook of Christine's arm. Christine led Kara through a few other galleries of the museum but Kara's interest in the art was waning a little. But she still hung on Christine's every word. Slowly they moved back to a more remote part of the museum until they were outside a small room containing some pieces of jewelry. As they entered the room, Christine reached up to take Kara's hand in hers. It was secluded inside. Few people knew it was there and even few came back to look in it. Kara hadn't realized it but when Christine had taken her hand, Kara had interlaced her fingers in Christine's. They stood side by side for a few moments, lost in their individual thoughts. Then Christine turned to face Kara. She looked at Kara's eyes. They were shining bright. There was a breathless quality about Kara. Christine spoke softly, "I know, baby." She paused, waiting to make sure that Kara was focused and aware of what was being said. "You haven't ever felt like this before, have you? Not with a woman." Kara's reply was barely more than a whisper. "No." Christine sighed. "I didn't mean for you to feel like this. I'm gay, baby, but I wasn't trying to make this happen, however adorable you are." She paused again, waiting to make sure that Kara understood. She didn't know how Kara would react. However tolerant society had become, it was always when she didn't expect it that individual intolerance would be a nasty surprise. Instead there was a little tension that drained way from Kara. After a moment, she leaned forward and rested her head against Christine's chest. "It's okay then. I didn't know how to tell you." Kara felt Christine's arms encircle her and hold her close. "Yes, it's okay, baby. But are you sure? You are married." Christine looked down at Kara nestled against her. Kara was silent as she thought. Then she spoke up, a little louder and firmer than before. "Christine, it may have only been a few days but you have made me feel better than I have felt in a long time, maybe forever." To emphasize her point, she stretched her head forward just a little and softly kissed Christine's neck with little repeated kisses. "I don't know what it means, but I am sure I want to see." Kara looked back up at Christine. Her lips were moist from the kisses to the neck. Christine was not sure that she had ever seen anyone look so sexy. Their first kiss was hesitant. There was still a feeling on Christine's part that she should hold back. And it was all new to Kara. It was her first girl kiss. It seemed so soft and gentle. She couldn't help making a little moan. As her lips parted, Christine's tongue automatically probed lightly forward. It brushed along Kara's lips. The moan got a little louder. Kara's own tongue reached out to find Christine's. The two tongues stroked each other. It was slow and sensual. It felt so good to both of them. When they finally ended it, they stayed close; eyes closed and faces almost touching. Finally they opened their eyes. Kara looked at Christine. She wanted to say something but she wasn't sure what. Finally she just said, "Wow!" Christine smiled and chuckled a little. "Wow, indeed." She moved so that her hands could slide down to Kara's hips. The movement felt like a caress and Kara couldn't help shivering. Christine smiled a little more. She ran her left hand up Kara's side until it brushed along the edge of Kara's breast. As she felt that touch, Kara's eyes closed. It lingered for a moment and then returned down to her hips. Waiting until Kara's eyes fluttered open again, Christine told her, "Now baby, I am going to take you to lunch. I know a nice place that is private and very tasty. And after, well we will see about after. I don't want to rush anything." At first Kara's immediate reaction was to ask if they couldn't go someplace more private where they could explore these wonderful feelings. But on second thought, she realized that not only was Christine being wise, she was also showing that she cared. Right now, if Christine wanted to take her to bed, Kara wouldn't put up the slightest objection. Christine could have her in the museum if she wanted; Kara had to admit to herself. Instead she was giving Kara time to change her mind. While at that moment Kara couldn't imagine making a different choice, she felt a glowing warm feeling that she wasn't just some prize that Christine was pursing. She nodded at Christine, not fully trusting herself to say anything more. Christine moved close one more time. One hand slide up Kara's back to the nape of her neck. She pulled Kara's head forward so that she could kiss her again. This time it was less tentative. Christine's fingers spread and were entangled in Kara's hair. Their lips pressed against each other and Christine's tongue sought and gained access to Kara's mouth. It was short but it was intense. Then their bodies separated again. Christine's fingers smoothed the hair that had been mussed, the combing action of her fingers feeling like more caresses to Kara. Taking Kara's hand and placing it in the crook of her arm as it had been when they had been wandering the museum, Christine looked at Kara and said, "Shall we go, baby?" Kara nodded and they left the room. As they walked down the stairs and out, Christine tried to keep up the illusion that they were just two close friends, rather than would be lovers. Personally she didn't care. She had been out for a long time and was quite comfortable with who she was. But Kara's situation was different and though the odds were small that someone would recognize her, it could happen. Christine wanted to make sure that she protected Kara, especially when Kara was close to oblivious about the possibility. She kept trying to get a little closer so that their arms and legs were brushing each other as they walked. Christine chuckled and just tried not to let it be to apparent. When they were both in the car, Christine leaned over to give Kara another kiss. Again, it wasn't long, nor was it as intense as their second kiss. But it made Kara's whole body tingle. As Christine withdrew from the kiss, Kara's mouth followed her and prolonged it until the last moment possible. Her aggressive move made her a little self-conscious. Her eyes dropped for a second and then with a small voice she said, "I like your kisses." Christine reached over to stroke her cheek. "I like yours too. And we can have more, don't worry. It is just first we will have lunch." Christine pulled out of the parking space and drove out of the parking garage at a little more restrained pace. After pulling out onto the street, Christine took Kara's hand in hers. Kara smiled and squeezed it. The contact between them felt good and reassuring, helping her to know that Christine wanted her too. It didn't take long for Christine to zip up the hill, leaving the downtown area and entering another section of town. It wasn't only the gay part of town; there were lots of theaters in the area and wonderful dining. But without a doubt it was the center of gay and lesbian culture in town. Christine was very familiar with it. Kara was less so but did know it some. It was always an interesting area. Christine was lucky and able to almost immediately find parking. This time Christine wasn't so cautious. Christine opened the door for Kara and helped her out. As Kara exited the car, the power from Christine's hand pulled her up and against Christine so that she could get a little clandestine kiss. Holding hands, they walked the half block to the small Italian restaurant Christine liked. The hostess was an attractive blonde, probably in her late 30's. It was clear from the cry of welcome and the big hug that she knew Christine. Kara looked on and found that she couldn't help feeling a little jealous. It seemed so ridiculous but she realized that she was already thinking of Christine as hers. "Baby, this is an old friend of mine, Louise," Christine introduced them. "She is the owner of this little joint. I loved it the first time that I came in and I have been coming here forever. Louise, this is Kara." "Very nice to meet you, Kara." Seeing a look in Christine's eye, Louise directed them back to the booth furthest from the door. It was dim in there and another booth blocked it from being seen from the door. "Louise, would you bring us a couple of glasses of that red that I like so much?" Christine asked as she sat down. Kara sat down across from Christine. Her smile grew when she felt Christine's leg stretch out to touch her own. Christine also took Kara's hand again. "No one will disturb us here, baby. So we can talk." Christine looked at Kara. She was so very desirable. It was hard to resist pushing quickly forward, but she didn't want to take advantage without giving her a chance to reconsider. "You didn't know I was a lesbian, did you?" she asked. Blinking just a little at the word, Kara shook her head and then said, "No, if there is any gossip, well I don't pay attention to that sort of thing." She quickly added, "Not that it would have bothered me." Patting Kara's hand, Christine went on. "I didn't think so. I don't hide it but I never felt like bashing anyone over the head with it either." She stared deep into Kara's eyes. "I want you to know that I don't do this. Seduce women, especially married women. I have had a couple of flings with other mothers at school, but they were decidedly bi and were looking for likeminded women to play around with. I was a safe choice for them. They could approach me without the potential of accidentally picking someone who would blow their cover. It has never been my thing to try and bed a married woman." She paused and then added, "No matter how desirable she is." Once again, Kara blushed in a very pretty way. It had been a long time since anyone had paid her complements and she always found them embarrassing. Behind her, Kara heard the waitress coming back towards them. She started to reflexively pull her hand away from Christine's but Christine's fingers gently but firmly wouldn't let go. Kara looked up at Christine and her calm expression made Kara stop trying. They sat there without saying anything as the waitress poured their wine for them and then disappeared. "Baby, just stop worrying. No one is going to say even notice us. First of all, they are used to gay couples here. Second, they know I want privacy. And usually I get what I want," Christine said with her little half smile. "You know, I picked up something when we met at the coffee shop but I was convinced I was misreading the situation. But you were feeling it then, weren't you?" She paused and waited for Kara to reply. It took her a few moments before Kara found the words. "Yes, there was something about being with you. I can't describe it but I tried to just ignore it." Christine looked at Kara for a few moments, then she said, "But you couldn't, could you? You kept thinking about me last night, didn't you?" Kara nodded. Christine kept looking at her. It felt like Christine could see right into her. "And today, you were all horny. You played with yourself." Christine chuckled. "But you didn't cum, did you?" Dropping her eyes, Kara whispered the answer, "No." Leaning forward, Christine brushed her lips against Kara's. "Poor baby!" she added. Kara found that the little light kiss left her trembling. She picked up her wine and drank a little bit to help calm down. This time when the waitress came over it was welcome. Kara felt the need for a slight distraction if she wasn't going to breakdown and beg Christine to make love to her. Once the waitress had left with their orders, Christine helped by leading the conversation back to the art they had seen. It was a safe topic. Nevertheless, neither of them could avoid a little bit of flirtation entering into their conversation. Kara was having a wonderful time and kept her hand firmly in Christine's. A couple of times, she shyly lowered her head and softly kissed Christine's hand. Kara just wanted to let Christine know how she was feeling. Their meal was wonderful and Kara thoroughly enjoyed the conversation. After lunch, the waitress brought them a couple of espresso and then made sure that they had all the privacy they wanted. They both sipped their drinks in silence for a moment. Putting hers down, Christine smiled at Kara. "You know, don't you that I would love to take you home and make love to you. You are very sexy, baby so I don't want you to get the wrong impression." She entwined her fingers in Kara's and tightened them just a bit. "But I want you to know that it's okay if we don't. If in thinking about it, you have changed your mind, then we can go back and just be friends and it will be as if this never happened. It would be just two friends who had a nice day at the museum." Christine reached out and stroked Kara's cheek. "You are not a conquest, baby. You are too wonderful for me to do that to you. "So think about it. It's your choice," Christine paused again, this time for a little longer. She let the silence drag out. Finally she went on. "If you want to continue, I will make sure you don't regret it. So you pick." Just as Christine hoped, Kara did think about it. She considered her marriage and how she had never before been attracted to a woman. She could see the logic in pulling back. But the emotional side of her didn't care. Christine was making her feel good and that was rare these days. The more she thought, the more she felt like she didn't need to. Her lips parted but words didn't come out the first try. She wasn't even sure what she would say. Finally she just simply said, "I want you, Christine." Lifting Kara's hand, Christine placed a soft kiss on the center of her palm. Then she said, "Show me that you want me, baby. I want you to take off your panties right there and hand them to me. Let me see how wet they are. I can smell them but I want to see." Now Kara really blushed. It was totally true that her panties were soaking. The whole lunch being with Christine had kept her excited, but now Christine's words caused her pussy to positively drip. She had never done such a thing before. If it had been her husband who asked her, she would have been pissed beyond belief. Having this sexy confident woman tell her to take off her panties in public, that was thrilling. Looking around to make sure that there was still no one who could see her, Kara carefully pulled up her skirt more to make it easier to get at them. She could sense Christine's eyes on her. She locked her eyes on Christine's and reached down. For a moment, her fingers accidentally caressed across her pussy lips. She couldn't help the little gasp that escaped from her mouth. Then she slowly started working them down her legs. Finally they were far enough down that they just dropped and she could step out of them. Kara reached down and found them on the floor. She quickly picked them up and reached across the table to hand them to Christine. Christine took them from Kara. She brought them to her face and breathed in deeply. "Oh yes, baby that was what I was smelling. And you smell so nice." Christine had a wicked smile on her face now. She carefully tucked them away in her purse. "You are naughty, baby, aren't you? Sitting there in a restaurant without any panties on, getting even more excited," Christine smiled her wicked grin again. "What does that make you, baby?" Kara thought. She wasn't sure what answer Christine was looking for but she had an idea. And in any case, it was how she felt at that moment. "A slut. A slut for you, Christine." Kara's voice was husky with excitement. "Only for you." "That's right," Christine nodded. After paying the bill, she stood up. "Come here, baby," she said. When Kara was in front of her, Christine took her into her arms. This time the kiss wasn't short and it didn't stop at their lips. Back in the corner of the restaurant where no one could see her, Christine let her hands slide up and down Kara's body, pressing Kara close against her. Her own hips thrust against Kara. Christine's finger tips found the bare skin below Kara's blouse and she dragged her fingers along it, then sliding them down below the waist band. She trailed kisses down Kara's neck, causing Kara to throw back her head and moan. Christine stopped any more incriminating moans by once again kissing Kara on the mouth, her tongue plunging inside. Finally the kiss ran its course and as she continued to embrace Kara, she whispered "Are you ready for me to take you home, baby?" "Please!" It was a cross between a whimper and a whine. Kara couldn't believe how excited she was. Christine was pushing all her buttons and she was being kept on the edge. She wanted Christine to make her cum but knew it couldn't happen there. PTA Volunteer As they made their way out of the restaurant, it was a good thing that the chances were so remote that they would be recognized. Even though Christine wasn't doing anything in particular, Kara was hanging all over her. She had her arm around Christine in a way that couldn't be mistake for anything other than they were together. Without thinking once she even leaned her head over to kiss Christine's cheek, then her ear then down her neck. Luckily the car was very close. Christine got her in it as quickly as possible. Driving down the road, Christine placed her hand on Kara's thigh. She softly stroked it. Her fingers slide between Kara's thighs and continued their caresses along her inner thigh. Kara parted her legs a little more. Her hands found grips in the car and squeezed tight. She felt Christine slowly push her skirt higher and higher. Finally the cool air blowing from the car's fan touched her pussy lips. She was exposed for Christine to see her. Any feeling of embarrassment was gone. Now she wanted Christine to see her and desire her, the way she desired Christine. At a stop light, Christine took the opportunity to look down at Kara's pussy. "Oh, that is a pretty pussy. Such a nice little trimmed bush." She noticed how Kara's cheeks became flushed all of a sudden. "You did that for me, didn't you, baby?" She took her finger and made Kara look at her. "Yes," she whispered. "You wanted to look pretty, everywhere ... you didn't even understand what you wanted but you still got your little pussy ready for me anyway." Christine leaned over and softly kissed Kara. Her tongue gently touched and played with Kara's. As the kiss ended, the light turned green and the car started to roll again. When she placed her hand back on Kara, this time is was much closer to her pussy. Christine's fingers made little light circles. Each circle came a little closer. She could feel Kara's hips moving back and forth. She doubted that Kara was aware of it. As her fingers came into contact with the little hairs, Christine stopped the circular motion. Now her fingers just softly moved up and down. She felt the little wispy hairs slide over her fingers. She made the movement inward even slower now. Her fingertips were starting to feel moist. Then they brushed against Kara's pussy lip. Kara let out a gasp. Very carefully, Christine felt her way along it, moving up and down the length. She made sure not to cross over to the slit beside it. The movement of Kara's hips had become more forceful. "That feels so good, doesn't it baby?" Christine asked in a soft voice. "Don't you like the feeling of my fingers touching your pussy?" When Kara nodded, Christine whispered again, "Say it, baby." "I like how you are touching me. Your fingers feel good on my pussy!" Kara gasped out. As she said that, she was rewarded with Christine's fingers sliding into her slit. They ran up and down, being very careful to avoid her clit. "Oh God, yes," Kara exclaimed. Now Christine was on the freeway and had to focus more. She contented herself with just a slow pulsing in and out of Kara's slit. It kept Kara on the edge but it was not enough to push her over it. Kara of course wanted more. She let go of her grip and put her hand on the back of Christine's and tried to drive it deeper. But Christine was quite strong and the effort didn't work. Kara just tried to lay back and let Christine tease her. She kept her hand on Christine's, softly caressing it. When they came to their exit, Christine frustrated Kara further by taking her hand away. They were in familiar territory now and she wanted to be careful. But first she lifted up her fingers to Kara's mouth. Kara instantly flicked her tongue out to clean them. She had of course tasted herself before. This time it was different. She wondered how Christine would taste. Would it be very different or just a variation. Her body trembled with the desire to know. She quickly finished her task by sucking each finger into her mouth and making sure that it was clean. For the remainder of the drive, they just quietly held hands. Kara's skirt had fallen down enough that it just looked like it had slide up when sitting down. Her pussy continued to throb and her hips wouldn't stop their movement. She didn't remember ever being that excited. As they pulled up to Christine's house, Kara felt impatience at how slow the garage door opened and then closed behind them. As soon as it was closed, Kara turned and kissed Christine hard. She tried to pour all her sexual frustration into that kiss to let Christine know how much she wanted it. Both women lost themselves in the kiss. Christine's tongue was aggressive in seeking Kara's but it was welcomed. They swirled around and against each other. Finally they had to come up for air. Christine looked into Kara's eyes. "So are you ready to be fucked, baby?" she simply asked. "Like I never have before, Christine," Kara replied. Hand in hand, they went into the house and Christine directed them to the bedroom. As she entered, Christine checked the clock. Good, they would have about two hours before Kara would have to head home to meet the school bus. There was a twinge in Christine. She knew it wouldn't be enough, not for either of them, but it was what they had. Leaving Kara standing in front of her, Christine sat down on an easy chair. She looked up at Kara with her wicked grin back in place. "Undress for me," Christine commanded. For a moment, Kara wasn't sure what to do and then her mind slipped into gear. Her imagination created suitable music for the occasion. Her body picked up the beat. Only she could hear it, but Christine could certainly see it in Kara's body. Kara began to swing her hips back and forth. Her hands slide down her body, touching her hard nipples. They went down over her flat belly to brush over her pussy, covered for now by her skirt. Lower and lower they went, all the way down her legs. Kara's exercise routine had her extremely flexible. When she touched her toes, she was almost completely bent in half. Tossing her head back and forth to the beat in her mind, she started to come back up. Kara lifted her head and met Christine's eyes. When her finger tips got to her skirt, Kara began to slide that up. She pulled it up until her pussy was almost exposed. At the last second she dropped it back down. Caressing her upper body, Kara gyrated and slowly turned around. When she faced away from Christine, she started to go down again. This time she changed how she was moving. Kara started to bounce first one foot then the other. It made her ass move in a most delightful way. When she was completely bent over, Kara looked back over to Christine to check the effect she had been having on Christine. It made her smile a very sexy smile. Christine was showing the first real signs of how excited she was. One hand was gently stroking one breast while the other was between her legs, pressing against the crotch of her jeans. Kara ran her tongue along her lips then started to straighten up again. This time her hands were on the backs of her legs and she slid her skirt up even higher. She exposed her tight smooth ass to Christine, as she slowly danced in a circle around. Her skirt was still covering her pussy though. It seemed to Kara that Christine was very disappointed that she didn't get to see it. Now she slowly moved closer so that her feet were almost touching Christine's. She started slowly rocking her hips from side to side. Her fingers touched the top of her skirt, running along the bare skin. When they reached the button, she quickly undid it. The loose skirt started to slide down with Kara's hands alternatively helping it go down and then pulling it up. Little by little, she exposed her pussy. This time it was Christine who made a little gasp. Finally Kara let it slip from her fingers and fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and moved a little more forward to Christine. As much as she was enjoying stripping for Christine, Kara had to also admit that she was wanting to get the preliminaries over and actually start touching Christine and being touched by her. She reached down and pulled off her top without any further teasing, tossing it away. Then she straddled Christine and sat on her lap. Kara giggled when she reached back to undo her bra. The motion pushed her breasts right into Christine's face. It wasn't what she intended but she liked the result. Christine started kissing her breasts, first through her bra and then when it fell away, along the bare skin. Kara's hands slid into Christine's hair and pulled her close. Christine's kisses went first along the sides but then she made her way to one of Kara's hard little nipples. Her tongue stroked it first. That caused a delicious shudder to ripple down Kara. Then very gently, Christine sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue continued to play with it. The sensation seemed to shoot right though Kara. She had never before come just from having her breasts touched but she was almost there when Christine lifted her mouth. Kara let out a groan of disappointment. Her fingers tightened on Christine's hair and tugged just a little. "Hold on, baby. I'm going to let my little slut cum real soon. Trust me," Christine said as she ran her fingers down Kara's back. "Help me with my top, baby." Kara hurriedly pulled off Christine's top and then followed it by removing her bra. In her excitement, she struggled just a little. She felt almost like a teenage boy with how long it took her. Finally it was off and she could admire Christine. Their bodies were very different. Whereas Kara was young, Christine was older and more mature. Her breasts sagged just a little but were still delightful with nice long nipples. They were heavier than Kara's as well. She reached out to touch them, tracing the shape. "Mmmm, that feels good," Christine purred. "But let me up so that I can take off these jeans." Before doing so, Kara leaned forward and softly kissed each nipple. Then she stood while Christine unzipped them and took them off. Her panties came with them so she was now naked sitting on the chair. Kara knew that Christine wasn't perfect but right now she couldn't see any imperfections. Standing up, Christine took a step towards Kara and pushed her just a little in the direction of the bed. Her voice was very husky. "Get on the bed, baby. Now it's time to really play." Kara backed up until she fell back on to the bed. She moved up a bit and waited for Christine to come to her. Her body was all available now for Christine to see. One leg was pulled up so that it opened up her pussy. Christine could see how wet she was. Kara held out her arms as Christine joined her on the bed. This time there was nothing between them. The feeling of skin on skin was breathtaking. Christine's arms slide around Kara and pulled her close. Their mouths met in another deep kiss. In between the kisses, Kara was alternately moaning and begging Christine to make love to her. This time there would be no additional foreplay. Their bodies were already pressing against each other, seeking out just the right touch. Christine, with her experience, expertly moved so that legs slipped between legs. Kara gasped as she felt Christine's thigh press against her pussy. She tried to mimic what Christine was doing. Slowly they built up a motion. It was so different than what she had known before. There seemed to be a much greater aware of the other person's needs and the intensity of the kiss continued. Kara could feel how every little thing she did was reflected in Christine's reaction and loved the things that she did in return. As they began to thrust harder and harder against each other, Kara couldn't help but scraping her nails down Christine's back. She knew she was leaving marks but she was so excited. Suddenly she felt her release start. She felt the orgasm rip through her whole body, buck and shuddering. For her part, Christine had been close already but still had enough self-control as to be able to hold off cumming until Kara started. Once that happened, she pressed against Kara's spasming body in a way that just enough to start her own orgasm. Their kissing was now interspersed with gasps and moans and words that didn't always make sense. Kara peaked with a long scream of "Oh Christine!" Her body fell limp except for some slowly dying twitches. Her hands now were caressing Christine's back as she felt her lover's own orgasm slowly die away. Christine slowly became more aware of her surroundings and gently turned them so that they were facing each other on their sides. Regaining her breath, Christine reached up and softly stroked Kara's face. "That was so hot, baby. Most of the time, I want it slower and to take it's time. But I think you and I both needed it fast and hard this time." Kara responded by kissing Christine. It was long and had a delicate passion that was different than their kisses before, but every bit as satisfying. "I couldn't have waited another second, Christine. I needed you to just fuck me." While they recovered from the intensity of the sex, both of them slowly caressed each other. Now there was nothing urgent about it. When Kara found that touching a spot on the side of Christine's breast made her shiver, she spent a few minutes exploring that before moving on. Christine discovered that Kara loved being kissed along her collarbone. And not just kisses, it excited her to have Christine flick her tongue along it, and then gently pull on Kara's skin with the lightest grip of her teeth. Each woman seemed to take her turn in finding something new. Slowly their excitement began to build again. Christine could tell that Kara was ready to go further and left off playing with her breast. She rolled up on top of Kara again, this time lower. She kissed between Kara's breasts then slowly began to explore lower. Her head moved from one side to another, kissing, touching with her tongue and blowing softly on the moistened skin. Kara's hips started to flex again, down then up, pressing against Christine's body. Finally Christine was between Kara's legs. Christine could smell the scent of Kara's excitement. It filled her senses and that in itself was exciting to Christine. Brushing her lips against Kara's little pussy hairs, Christine felt little drops of moisture coating her lips. Her tongue darted out for a first taste of the tangy stuff. A growl escaped from her throat. Then she softly ran her tongue to trace the outer edges of where Kara had hair. With each caress of her tongue, Kara's hips moved upwards. Her hands were in Christine's hair, not pushing her down but rather just softly stroking her head. As Christine reached the lowest part of Kara's pussy, she found the beginning of her slit. Christine's tongue flicked forward to part her. The evoked a loud groan from Kara. Then gently, slowly, Christine moved her tongue all the way up. Kara's legs pulled away to help open her up. Just as she reached the top, Christine was very careful to not touch Kara's clitty. Instead she pushed Kara's lips to the side and just skirted past it. This time the groan was one of disappointment. Looking up at Kara, Christine flashed another wicked, evil grin. Returning her attention to her target, Christine continued to travel up and down Kara's pussy with her tongue. Each pass, she tried to come a little closer to Kara's clitty. Kara started to say "please" each time. It started softly and gently. Each pass increased its intensity and longing. Her fingers were starting to tighten in Christine's hair, trying to pull Christine against her pussy. But Christine was too strong. She would get there when it was time. With Kara begging, Christine flicked her tongue against Kara's clitty. It was sending an electric shock through Kara. Her whole body jerked. Christine followed up by another stroke and then another. She began to vibrate her tongue as she stroked Kara. It was moving her clitty back and forth. Kara's passion quickly grew. She was thrusting herself against Christine. With Kara's movements, Christine found it hard to keep in place and had to press her face against Kara's pussy. Her lips sought out Kara's clitty and captured it. Her tongue made broad, hard lashes. Kara could feel Christine play with her clitty. Her excitement built. Kara's legs wrapped around Christine's upper body. The feeling was amazing. Christine was touching all the right places to bring her the maximum pleasure. Kara pressed her pussy down in to Christine, trying to reach an even higher place. Her face covered with Kara's juices, Christine went after Kara with enthusiasm. Her motion changed. Now she moved back and forth between flicking Kara's clitty and thrusting her tongue as deep as she could into Kara's pussy. She could feel Kara responding to the tongue fucking. Kara was beginning to thrash around, head moving from side to side. Her legs curled around Christine's back, pulling herself down against Christine. All of a sudden, Kara's body went still for one second and then she let loose. Cumming, Kara screamed her pleasure to Christine who couldn't tell exactly what the scream was. As Kara's body thrashed around the bed, Christine kept ahold of Kara and her faced pressed tight against her pussy. Christine's tongue thrust in and out, feeling the spasms running through Kara. Her hair was still in Kara's grasp, being pulled hard enough to hurt. But Christine didn't let it distract her. She wanted Kara to have an incredible orgasm. Her talented tongue continued to fuck Kara's pussy as long as Kara was cumming. Slowly Kara's moans became more understandable. She was just saying over and over again "Christine, oh Christine." As the orgasm slowly died, Christine's urgency went away. A soft stroking of her tongue replaced the hard thrusts. She loved the taste of Kara's juices and sought them wherever they were. Delicate flicks cleaned up Kara's thighs. Then she licked down between her ass cheeks, gathering the cum that had pooled there. Christine could hear Kara making little whimpers. She wasn't ready or even able to start getting excited again, but it obviously felt good to Kara. At last Christine seemed satisfied that she had it all. Slowly she started moving back up Kara's body. She made no attempt to arouse Kara again. This time it was just soft gentle caresses that conveyed the tenderness that Christine felt for Kara. When they were face to face, the two women embraced each other. Kara nestled in against Christine and sighed happily. She felt utterly spent. Christine started to stroke her hair. The repetitive brushing of fingers through her hair began to make Kara sleepy. As she drifted between awake and asleep, Kara's arms tightened around Christine and her lips lightly brushed against Christine's neck. In her drowse, Kara smiled in response to the little sigh that her new lover made at the touch of lips on skin. Catching sight of the clock, Christine made a second sigh but it was noticeably different from the previous one. As she expected, time had flown by. There was only about 20 minutes before Kara would have to head home to meet the school bus. There was no more time for play, no matter how much she wanted to extend it. "Baby?" Christine said, taking her hand from Kara's hair. Kara didn't seem to notice at first and she had to repeat herself a little louder. "Yes ...." Kara paused for a second. She wasn't quite sure what to call Christine. Finally she just said what she was feeling. "Yes, darling?" The endearing tone that she used made Christine tighten her arms and hug Kara more tightly. She bent her head forward to kiss the tip of Kara's nose. That in turn made Kara smile and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Christine. "I don't know how to say this, baby, but the bus will be coming soon. We need to get up," Christine said as she gently stroked Kara's cheek. PTA Volunteer With a slightly petulant tone, Kara muttered, "Don't wanna!" She tightened her own arms and turned her head to kiss Christine's fingers. "I don't either but your sweet little boy is expecting his mommy to meet him. And neither of us wants him to be disappointed, do we?" Kara made her own sigh. She loved how Christine's body felt against hers. She didn't want to lose that feeling. Even though she was nervous about it, she also wanted to learn how to return the pleasure that she had received. But now wasn't going to be the time. "I guess you are right," she nodded. "Do we have time for a little more kissing and cuddling?" "Baby, I like the way you think. I am sure we have that much time," Christine said. Both of them moved their heads together and began to kiss. It was different from any of the previous kisses. Unlike the beginning there was nothing tentative about it, but neither was it urgent. There was a passion in the kiss that wasn't in danger of exploding. The kisses were deep and prolonged. Christine's tongue slid into Kara's mouth and was greeted by her tongue. They caressed each other for a few moments before Kara's tongue moved into Christine's. Every once in a while they would come apart and just look into each other's eyes. Then they would come back together. Then Kara saw Christine's eyes flick towards the clock and she knew that their time together was over. That realization made her wonder what was next. She had never done anything like this. It didn't feel like a onetime thing to her but what was it to Christine? Without even realizing it, she tensed up. Christine could read Kara's body. Between that and the nervous look in her eyes, it wasn't hard for Christine to figure out what she was thinking. "I know, baby," Christine softly said as she linked fingers with Kara. "What do you want? It might be hard, but I can walk away if you want to leave it at this. Or we can see where it goes. You tell me, baby." "No," Kara blurted out. Then realizing she might not be clear, she continued. "Please, don't walk away. I don't want this to end." She hugged Christine tight. With just a touch of wetness in her eyes, Kara said, "You make me feel so very good." Blushing she added, "Not just what we did. It's how you make me feel just being together." Feeling a lump in her own throat, Christine returned the hug. "I didn't want to, baby. I was just offering you the option." They kissed again. As their lips separated, Christine reached up and brushed the moisture away from the corners of Kara's eyes. "You are a special woman, baby and I am glad that you don't want the option." As they both dressed, Christine could feel her own nervousness although Kara wasn't aware of it. While she had had affairs with other mothers from the school, they were clearly just that. There had never been one that went beyond an occasional tumble. This felt different and that was a little scary to her. Nevertheless Christine had no second thoughts. She would see where it went. When Kara was ready to leave, Christine took her into her arms again. Kara pressed her body close against Christine. It still felt like electric shocks to her. As the kiss ended, Christine whispered, "My baby." Just hearing her say that made Kara feel something warm inside her. She replied, "My darling." Reluctantly parting, they walked hand in hand to the door. They agreed to talk in the morning. It was hard to let go of each other's hand but they did just before the door opened. And then Kara was gone. For now.