****** The Golden Girls by Helen Marie ******
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The Golden Girls


Blanche DuBoise bided her time and waited until the afternoon that she and Rose
were home alone, Dorothy and her mother Sophia gone shopping. The two women sat
side by side on the sofa, Blanche wearing nothing but her faded blue housecoat,
Rose in jeans and white blouse. While Rose idly leafed through a magazine,
Blanche pretended to be busily engrossed in painting her long fingernails.

"Hey Rose," Blanche said, blowing on her freshly painted nails, "...I was
watching one of those medical information programs on television last night. It
was on PBS I think."

"Oh...I love those programs," Rose said, looking up from her magazine. "Some of
those doctors are so cute! You know, our family doctor back in Saint Olaf
wasn't cute at all. He had a rabbit lip."

"A rabbit lip?" Rose echoed. "You mean a hair lip?"

"Yes... that's it! I knew his lip had something to do with rabbits and all."

Blanche suppressed a giggle. "Anyway, this doctor...this really cute
doctor...said that women over fifty should be sexually stimulated as often as
possible, because it keeps their skin soft and supple. I guess I don't have to
worry about that with all the men friends I've got."

"Oh my," Rose sighed. "You know? I have noticed lately that my skin is kinda
dry and all. Did they say there was any kind of pills a woman can take or
anything?"

"No," Blanche replied. "I just guess you'll have to find you someone to
sexually stimulate you, honey. Otherwise you're just going to dry up and blow
away. Don't you know any men you could get together with Rose?"

"Gosh no. Harold hasn't called me in a coon's age," Rose said, with a sigh. "I
wonder how old coons get?"

"Stop worrying about some silly old coon," Blanche chided. "We simply have to
do something about getting you stimulated, Rose. It would be terrible if your
skin got any dryer than it is! Well, since you haven't got a man you can call
on, I guess it's up to me to help you out again."

"But how can you help me, Blanche? I sure don't want one of your men friends to
stimulate me!"

"Of course not, silly! I'll do it myself!"

"You? But how? I mean...you're not a man or anything..."

"You don't always need a man to stimulate you, Rose. Besides, I wouldn't be
much of a friend if I didn't help you out, now would I?"

"I..I guess not, but..."

Putting the nail polish bottle on the end table, Blanche moved herself closer
to Rose on the sofa. Slipping her arm across the blonde woman's shoulders, she
leaned forward to lightly kiss her on the lips. Although making a small gasp of
surprise, Rose didn't attempt to move away, even parting her lips slightly to
permit Blanche's tongue to dip into her mouth. Emboldened by the response she
was getting, Blanche moved her hand down to rub Rose's denim-covered crotch.
Rose moaned and pulled her lips away from Blanches mouth. "Oh my goodness,
Blanche...I feel like I'm really stimulated now. I guess maybe you better not
do it any more now."

"Why?" Blanche asked, her hand still rubbing. "Don't you like it when I
stimulate you like this, Rose? Don't it feel good, darlin'?"

"Well yes," Rose admitted. "But women aren't supposed to touch each other and
kiss and stuff like that, are they? But I remember there was this one woman
back in Saint Olaf when I was a kid, that was always giving me candy and stuff
if I let her rub me like you're doing. I can't quite remember her name though."

"Didn't you like it when that woman would rub you, Rose? I mean didn't it feel
good, honey?"

"Well sure...and I liked the candy too! She used to give me a lot of caramels
and jellybeans."

"Oh shoot, Rose...these darned ol' jeans you have are on making my fingers sore
'cause they are so rough. Why don't you pull them off for me, honey? Ain't
nobody gonna know about it 'cept me and you. I'll help you get them off if
you'll stand up a minute."

Obediently, Rose stood up and Blanche awkwardly fumbled open the front of the
jeans, pulling them down her house-mate's still shapely legs. Rose was wearing
a pair of pink panties, sheer enough that Blanche could see the dark, shadowy,
triangle of pubic hair underneath the thin fabric. Pulling Rose down onto the
sofa beside her again, Blanche moved her hand in between Rose's legs again. She
could feel the swollen lips of Rose's pussy as she lightly rubbed.

"What else did that woman back in Saint Olaf do to you, honey?" Blanche asked,
her voice thick with passion now. "Did she make you get all naked when she
rubbed you like this? Hey, guess what? I'm naked under my robe right now."

"R..really? Y..you don't have on any underwear or nothing?"

"Nope," Blanche murmured, as she moved her hand up to worm it inside the
waistband of the panties. "I'm naked as a jaybird," she added, curving her
fingers into the hollow of the Rose's crotch....

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Rose was utterly confused as Blanche's hand inside her panties continued to rub
her vagina. She knew somehow that what Blanche was doing was wrong, but after
all, she had let that woman do this same thing to her when she was a young girl
back in Saint Olaf. And even though it had felt good back then, it felt
wonderful now. And knowing that Blanche was naked under her old robe made it
even more exciting. She wondered if maybe Blanche would want her to rub her the
way she was getting rubbed? Well...it sure wouldn't hurt anything to ask, now
would it?

"Blanche? Do you want me to... stimulate... you too?"

"Why I think that would be just marvelous, honey. Listen here, don't you think
it would be a lot more fun if me an' you just took off the rest of our clothin'
while we stimulate each other?"

"Sure...I guess so. Heck...why not?"

After Blanche pulled her hand out of her panties, Rose hiked her butt up and
skinned the panties down her legs and off of her feet. She quickly removed her
blouse and bra as she stared wide-eyed at Blanche who was completely naked now
as well. She let Blanche push her down onto her back on the sofa, and then
Blanche lay down full length on top of her and began kissing her on the mouth.
It felt funny to have Blanche's titties smushing against her own, but it felt
good too, so she wrapped her arms around Blanche and sucked eagerly at the
other woman's tongue in her mouth as they squirmed their bellies together.
Pretty soon Blanche stopped kissing her and slid herself down, only pausing
long enough to suck on one of Rose's titties before traveling even further
down.

When she felt Blanche's tongue lick the sensitive lips of her pussy, it felt so
good that for a second, Rose thought she might swoon away. Then she felt
Blanche using her fingers to pull the lips of her pussy apart, and suddenly the
tongue was swirling around that little secret nub of flesh that felt so good
whenever Rose touched herself at night in bed. Letting herself flow with the
wonderful sensation of Blanche's tongue, Rose hooked her legs over the blonde
woman's slim shoulders and moved her hips in rhythm with the tongue that seemed
to have a will of its own.....

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"Rose!! Blanche!! What in the hell is going on in here?!?"

Dorothy's voice boomed across the living room like the sound of a Drill
Sergeant's voice. She stood just inside the door, her feet spread apart, and
her hands curled into fists as she stood staring at the tableau spread out
before her eyes. Rose on her back on the sofa with her legs hooked over
Blanche's shoulders; Blanche on her knees on the floor, her face wet and shiny
from the juices she had extracted from Rose's body; both of them as naked as
the day they were born.

"What d'ya mean what's going on?" Sophia laughed aloud as she scooted by
Dorothy to get a better look. "Looks to me like what is going on is a little
something that we used to call in Sicily a bit of 'lickety-split'."

"Dorothy," Blanche moaned, twisting her head around, "...what are you doing
home? You two should still be shopping! You said you and Sophia wouldn't be
home until late," she added accusingly.

"Well excuse me," Dorothy said, sarcasm heavy in her tone of voice. "I guess Ma
and me should have called to make sure you two were finished before we came
home!"

In spite of her shock, Dorothy was aware of a flutter deep in the pit of her
stomach as she looked across the room at the two naked women. She wondered how
long Blanche and Rose had been carrying on this type of relationship? Although
she had never had sex with another woman, she had always wondered what it would
be like to feel the softness of another woman pressed against her.

"No," Sophia laughed again, "...you should have told us you were going to have
a party like this! Dorothy and me would have just stayed home and joined in."

"Ma.." Dorothy said hoarsely, "...this isn't funny. Stop making jokes, will
you?"

"Who's making jokes?" Sophia shrugged. "I'm serious. I might be sixty-seven
years old, but I ain't dead yet! That Rose is sure looking good to me right
now!"

"You look good to me too, Sophia," Rose said. "You remind me a lot of a woman I
used to know back in Saint Olaf when I was just a young girl. I can't remember
her name, but she lived right next door to the Gundersund's house. I think
she..."

"Never mind, Rose," Blanche interrupted her, sensing that there may be an
opening out of this predicament. "Well for goodness sakes, Sophia...I never
would have dreamed that you would want to join a party like this. Not that i
think you're too old or anything, and it looks like Rose is sure wanting you to
join us."

"Ma," Dorothy said, a tremor in her voice, "...you can't be serious."

"Oh no? Just watch me!"

Moving toward the sofa, Sophia grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up
and over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. Reaching behind her back to
unfasten her bra, she let it fall to the carpeted floor, then nimbly stepped
out of her old fashioned bloomers. Blanche quickly rose to her feet and moved
out of the way, as Sophia sat down beside Rose and pulled the younger woman
into her arms. As their lips came together, Sophia dropped her hand to the
valley between Rose's legs and knowingly inserted two fingers into the blonde
woman's pussy.

As Dorothy stood there watching her mother and Rose, she knew she was lost.
Meeting Blanche's eyes once again, she laid her purse on a convenient nearby
table and began to remove her clothing. She smiled at Blanche as she let her
skirt slither down her legs, to lay in a puddle of gaily colored material
around her ankles. "Well, I've always wondered what it would be like to make
love with another woman," she said, naked now.

"You're about to find out, darlin'," Blanche said, dropping to her knees in
front of Dorothy and sliding her tongue wetly across the lower part of her
stomach. "You're sure enough about to find out what it feels like..."

Spreading her legs, Dorothy looked across the room to where it was Ma that was
on her knees with her face buried into Rose's crotch now. Dorothy wondered
suddenly if Rose was as dumb as they all thought she was, or if she was smarter
than any of them. Then Blanche's still searching tongue probed deep up inside
her pussy and Dorothy closed her eyes and moaned softly...

THE END

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