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Mom�s College Girlfriend

August, 2008

TV Fan Fic � South of Nowhere.� Mom takes Spence�s interest in girls as a
serious matter essential to their future. �F/F

Disclaimer � all fiction; characters loosely associated
w/AshleySpencer on TV.� Not my property.

Note: I usually write in the third person.� I tried this as an experiment and this short
story is what came out.� Hope you like
the idea.� ��

Mom�s College Friend

�� Lesbian fantasy by Bo_Bleu

�

�� My name is Spence and I have this story to
tell.

�� After all the
rush and tumble trying to get to the Plantation Inn, we finally arrived.� Mom was driving.� The crisis, as she perceived it, was a
planned meeting with Sylvia Sabine, her college roommate from twenty years ago.

�� With the two of
them approaching forty, there seemed some secret between them that imploded a
forceful sense of urgency.� I only knew I
resented being pulled away from my friends for the long weekend.� I was missing the greatest bash of the spring
break.

�� When I saw Sylvia
Sabine I was, in a word, left breathless.�
She had everything; suave, svelte, flashing dark eyes suggesting a
French heritage and a sensual mouth.�� She
turned to greet us, her ample breast line moved with her like liquid motion;
not pretentious or showy, just there and from all aspects, perfect.

�� Darling,� Mom
said introducing me to Sylvia, �this is the gorgeous girl I�ve been telling you
about.�

�� I elected to use
my slight curtsey, lowered my eyes and next smiled.� �Enchant�,�
I said in faulty high school French.� She
was delighted and rambled off a few sentences in French that I did not
understand.

�� As we were seated
in the dining room of the Plantation Inn, Napa Valley�s
finest it said in the brochure, Sylvia looked across the table at me with a
stare and frank appraisal. It bore right into my soul.� She was stunning and I was nursing a crush.

�� Of course I knew
the entire episode was childish; eighteen-year old girl mesmerized by a, she
said, thirty-five year-old woman.� I didn�t
mind a few years; it�s what women that age do when they have a reason.

�� The conversation
drifted to old times, new times and trivia catch-up.� Often Mom caught the emotional connection
between Sylvia and I but just smiled and began a different subject.

�� After dinner, we
were cozy next to the huge fireplace in the lobby.� There were more drinks and, eventually, a
sampling of Napa Valley Vineyards Estate Reserve.� It did not surprise me when Mom drifted off
to sleep; three drinks and a sunset usually did it.�

�� We better put
your mom to bed,� Sylvia said standing up.�
�Have you inherited her outstanding capability for sleep?�

�� I just
smiled.� �Guess I�m too young.�

�� We helped mom to
the room which was on the second level with a small porch overlooking the
gardens and a busy stream just beyond.� I
went out onto the porch and found a comfortable chaise longue.� It was neat to relax after a rushed day.� I dropped my shoes to the decking and sipped
the cool drink I�d brought from the lounge.

�� After a long
while tucking mom in, Sylvia came out onto the porch.� She pulled up a lounge next to me and
whispered, �Voulez-vous couch� avec moi
ce soir?�

�� I laughed and was
slightly embarrassed.� �Sorry,� I
whispered so as not to disturb Mom, �I know a few words but not that many all
at once.�

�� She moved closer
to me.� �I asked you if you would like to
sleep with me this evening?�

�� Again, I was
breathless.� �You better explain that, s�il vous plait.�

�� That was when I
felt her hand move onto my knee.� She
moved her finger tips so lightly it was a tantalizing light tickle.� �Have you had sex with a woman?� she asked;
point blank, no pretense, no hesitation.

�� Certainly not!�
I replied with as much indignation as I could muster.� �I�m not into, uh, that.�

�� And all your school friends?� None near enough to be of interest?�

�� Well, no.� My best friend, Ashlyn, is more physical than
most girls.� I mean, she likes to hug me,
kiss me on the cheek, that sort of thing.�

�� Sylvia did not
remove her hand from my leg.� I was
getting used to it.

�� Do you mind me
feeling you this way?� she asked and, once again, there was that searching
glare, the appraisal.

�� Honestly,
Sylvia, uh, Miss Sabine, I�m flattered.�
Do you find me attractive, uh, like that?�

�� She smiled and moved closer.� �Yes; you have your mother�s youth, like, a
carbon copy.� Clone, if you will.�

�� Am I being too forward?� I asked;
random thoughts were making me hesitate.�
�If I refuse you any further entertainment, what will you do?� Will you put me in your room so you can sleep
with my mom?� Is that what you two did in
college?� Is that why my dad was so
unhappy with the marriage?�

�� Sylvia relaxed
back.� �Anybody ever tell you that you
are too smart for your own good?�

�� Intelligence
isn�t at work here; I�m in shock.� But
you do offer some answers.�

�� You are
perceptive; that pleases me.� I�ve never
married, not for lack of opportunity, but I find girl-girl relationships much
more exciting.� Oh, not just the
physical.� That counts too.� But, I like the feel of a responsive, self-aware
woman.� You seem to qualify rather well.�

�� The hem of my
skirt was draped over my thighs.� I made
no effort to be modest.� �Are we met here
as a trial or tryst?� Is it possible my
mom doesn�t want me to make the same mistake she made?�

�� Sylvia removed her hand and let it
rest on my waist.� She fingered my belt
buckle.� I tugged at my skirt and felt
more comfortable with the hem on my knees.�

�� Well, darling.� Who does your mom see in your everyday active
life?� Girls, all the time.� You go to parties, pajama sleepovers, don�t
encourage guys to call and you don�t go out on dates.� You accepted that basketball player as escort
to the prom and then dumped him.� Did he
try to get physical?�

�� I was
stunned.� �How do you know all this about
me?� Have you two been closer than Mom
led me to believe?�

�� Surely, yes; you
guessed it.�

�� I was getting a
bit peeved at this point.� �I didn�t
guess anything.� You told me.�� One glance at the gorgeous woman told me my
anger was exciting her.

�� Do you mind
answering some questions?� You�ve already
told me the only event with your friend Ashlyn was a minor one, if that.� Do you think she wants you?�

�� Think?� Not me!�
I fully intend to ask her if she wants to take our friendship to a
higher level.�

�� Think about her
� is she pretty?� You have nice breasts;
would you like her lips fondling your nipples?�

�� Please,
stop!� I don�t know the answer to that.� How could I?�
Nobody has done that to me.� Oh, I
know it goes on; I�ve seen some porno flicks and a few racy magazines.� Somehow I never imagined myself the object,
uh, of that.�

�� Sylvia raised her
hand to just below my breasts. �When you masturbate, do you fantasize about
boys or girls?�

�� I was a long time
coming to a conclusion on that one.�
�Both, I think is the correct answer.�
It�s the physical I�m seeking, not a liaison of some kind.�

�� Sylvia reached
and twisted some strands of my hair in her fingers.� �Very pretty,� she said softly.� �So you give yourself orgasms?� Do they satisfy you?� I mean, is it good?� Would you be happy to not ever do anything
more, that is, not include a partner?�

�� Another jab at
unanswered thoughts.� �I tell myself I
just haven�t met the right person.�

�� Sylvia turned
quickly to look into the room.� Mom had
stirred in her sleep and kicked off some of the covers.� �I�m going to put her sheet back over her;
too easy to get a chill.� I�ll be right
back.�

� ��When she returned I was standing with my
hands resting on the railing.� Too much
had been said, too quickly.� I couldn�t
process it all.� One fact was certain;
the woman was exciting me.� As for
wanting her, having sex with her, doing those things that I�ve always wondered
about but never thought I could act on.�
Well, I just wasn�t sure.�

�� She moved behind
me and put her arms around me so they crossed my breasts.� I could feel her full torso pressing against
my back.� More from reaction than intent,
I took both her hands in both of mine and held her from any further daring.

�� I hope you don�t
think me na�ve,� I stuttered.� �You�ve
posed too many issues for me to process in so short a time.�

�� Of course
you�re not a simpleton.� Far from it! �Tell me; would you like to take a break and go
for a short drive?� I know a charming
rustic roadhouse a few minutes from here.�
It�s a beautiful night for an outing; stars and a sliver of moon are
cooperating to set a mood.� Come on, put
on your shoes.�

�� I gulped, suddenly nervous.� �Oh, OK, sure, let�s go.� Maybe a little change of scene will chase
away the cobwebs in my brain.�

�� She took my hand
and we went down the hall.� She stopped
at her room and fished out the key from her side pocket.� �I have to get a light jacket, give me a
moment.�

�� I stepped just
inside the room and waited.� She came out
wearing a linen short-coat fastened with one huge button below her
breasts.� The sleeves ended with a flurry
of lace at the wrist.

�� Her next surprise
rocked me.� I was watching her approach;
in one swift motion, she embraced me.�
Her arms went around me and she brushed my lips with her lips, a soft
and gentle, tender, touch.� It was over
and, before I came to my senses, we were walking down the wide staircase,
through the lobby and to her auto.�

�� I was mute.� She held the door for me and waited for me to
settle in the passenger seat before she closed the door and went around to the
driver�s side.� It all took a few minutes
but the change of scene from passion-packed to neutral was quick and, in my
mind, very effective.� There was no
tension between us.� The beautiful lady
smiled, brushed my knee with one hand and selected the drive mode.� �I liked it;� I told myself.� �Sylvia is in charge and I like it.� When mom is on her control-kicks, it
absolutely bores me.� This lady is
charming in the extreme. Totally.�

�� She pulled into
the parking area of the Vinland Roadhouse and stopped at the end of a row of
cars.� It was dark when she turned off
the engine.� �Did you like it when I
kissed you?� she asked simply, like she was offering me a stick of gum.

�� Uh, you shocked
me, I guess.� I wasn�t expecting you to
do that.� I�m not offended.�

�� For answer she
next put one arm around me and, after releasing the seatbelt, pulled me to
her.� This time it was not a gentle brush
of her lips.� She came down with a firm
lip-lock and, at the same time, moved one palm over my breast.� She cupped it and pushed. �I gasped and she moved her tongue tip to my
lower lip and began plowing, licking, pressing and fondling until I opened my
lips to let her enter.� It was an
invitation; she accepted.� Our tongues
fenced, licking, alternately sucking, breathing increased with each thrill.

�� She broke the
kiss and lapped at my neck just below my ear.�
Excitement was building.� Abruptly,
she stopped and moved away.� �Let�s go
in.� Are you hungry?� They have a divine snack tray of oeuvres
d�oeuvres.�

�� I must have
looked a strange site sitting there, face hanging out like a department store
manikin, lips parted, and breathing irregular.�
Damn!� I wasn�t ready to stop playing
high society games.�

�� She sensed it,
smiled and moved one hand inside my lapel and down to draw on the fleshy folds
bordered by my brassiere.� She leaned
back and continued caressing me, held my breasts, next my chin, touched my lips
with her fingers and smiled so wantonly I really thought she would next attack
me.

�� I found my voice
there someplace.� �Sure; yes.� If you wish; let�s go in.�

�� Next, another
surprise.� She took my hand in hers and
moved it onto her lap.� Feeling the
resistance, she whispered, �Don�t fight me, love; you�ve wanted to do this for
a very long time.� You just didn�t know
it.�

�� Ulp!� Do what?� I asked.� Now she had mystery to add to the other
charms.

�� I let her guide
my hand along her leg, over her knees and onto her thighs.� She continued until I felt the end of her
stockings wrapped in the flesh of her upper legs.

�� That�s right,�
she said smoothly.� �Feel that
flesh.� Do you like doing that to me?�

�� This time I took
the initiative and kissed her fully on the mouth.� �Yes,� I managed to say, my voice guttural
with lust.� �I like it.�

�� She moved
away.� �Now that we have that settled,
how about that snack I promised you?�

�� By this time I
was feeling flip, impulsive.� �I really
thought you had something else in mind to eat.�

�� It was the first
time I�d heard her laugh.� It was
musical, a delight to the ears, warm and natural, not forced.� �And you, sexy girl, are naughty.�

�� We found a quiet
corner with a love-seat and tiny cocktail table.� We were served a platter of snacks and a
bottle of Napa Valley Chardonnay in an ice bucket. We were comfortable with
each other, holding hands and smiling.

�� What are you
going to do to me?� I asked finally.

�� What would you
like?� Do you have any idea what pleasure
I can give you with my mouth?� This is a
quick change from the �Joy of Cooking� to the �Joy of Eating� and, don�t wince,
you started it.� �Now she was
entertaining; amazing.� �Are you afraid?�

�� No, I don�t
think so.� Are girls afraid, like old
time honeymoon couples?�

�� Perhaps!� Depends on the girl. ��Did you know one girl can rape another?�

�� Another new
idea!� �How could that be?�

�� Force and
violence.� The attacker intimidates and
slaps the other girl around until she has had enough of it.� A closed fist on the roundhouse mode can do
wonders to the resistance.� Restrict the
nose and wait until she has to open her mouth to breathe and, wham!� Her tongue will be more than willing.�

�� Sounds like
you�ve done it.�

�� No, I�ve had it
done to me.� It was a long time ago.�

�� Another story;
there seemed no end.� �Tell me.�

�� My first job out
of college; my degree is in business, minor in tax accounting.� It happened that my hire at the �Zenith CPA
Firm� was not met with pleasure among three other girls in the same
office.� I was green as can be and
determined to �fit in� as any young girl would.�

�� That can be any
story, anywhere.� They didn�t like you?�

�� Sylvia
smiled.� �On Friday we met at the local
pub �happy hour� and indulged in more drinking and dancing than I was used
to.� I did enjoy the girls; they were
neat and, secretly, I was hoping to be approached by one of them that I sensed
would enjoy a little extra time before going home to husband and family.� It was not to be.�

�� No luck, as they
say in Vegas.�

�� Lots of luck,
all of it bad.� There was a shady group
in the back that we didn�t know about.�
They had something illegal happening and, as misfortune would have it,
the police picked that Friday to raid the place.� We were all hustled into the police wagon and
hauled off to jail.� We were �booked� and
interviewed by some tired investigator, a detective of sorts, I suppose.� Then each were detained in jail cells until
we could post bail in the morning.�

�� Not fun but
still an experience.�

�� The girl I was
with in the jail, cell-mate, was expecting her family to come rescue her.� She was very agitated and did not want to be
there.� When the lights were out for the
night, she came to my bunk and told me to shut up and spread my legs.�

�� Wow! �A complete stranger. She went down on
you?� Just like that?�� It was incredulous and I snapped my fingers.

�� She seemed to be
hiding between my legs, busy mouth and tongue, for a long time like some people
play cards as a pastime.� When she had
enough of that, she asked me to do the same for her.� I refused, of course.� Lord knows what diseases she might have been
nursing in her pussy.�

�� And she didn�t
accept �no� for an answer,� I added trying to be understanding, conversational.
�By this time I was really involved in
Sylvia�s story.� It was easy to envision
her naked body staked out on the prison bunk. �There was an excitement in it.

�� She sat on my
face, slapped me, gave me a black eye, and told me to eat her out.� When she raised her arm to hit me again, I
opened my mouth and worked her until she had an orgasm.� Then she went to sleep.�

�� And you were out
the next day?�

�� Yes, with
apologies and our names were erased from the record.� It�s the way they do things, I suppose.�

�� There was some
urgency in her voice as she told the story.�
Like the violence and the sexual predator would arouse me.� From then on we shared a sort of intimacy we
hadn�t enjoyed before.�

�� We went out to
her car and, before I could fasten the seatbelt, she was on me for another,
deeper, kiss.� She Frenched my mouth and
nibbled at my ear.� I was turning on like
New Year�s Eve.�

�� Take it easy,
Sylvia,� I told her.� �I�m not in jail,
you know.�

�� Um, yes; open
your blouse for me.�

�� I didn�t argue
with that.� While she watched with
glowing eyes, I unbuttoned my top and unhooked my bra.� She was on my breast with her lips like there
was no tomorrow.� I loved it.

�� Sylvia, you are
getting me wet,� I said.�

�� To answer that
simple confession, she moved one hand under my skirt and began a steady move up
my leg, across my thighs and cupped my crotch like it was fragile.� �Want more?� she asked.

�� I nodded, unable
to talk.� Getting her fingers past the
elastic of my panties was an easy task and she began a finger wave.� I was coming unglued.� �Sylvia, please,� I pleaded.� �Keep it going, I�m going to come; this has
never happened to me before.�

�� She leaned closer
to me and whispered.� �You want my mouth
between your pretty legs?�

�� Again, I nodded
�yes� and reached to capture her hand that was doing so many wonderful things
to my sexual center.� �Do we need to go
back to the room?�

�� An orgasmic wave
engulfed me and I moaned.� She kissed me
again, harder, and forced her tongue into my mouth.� When I sighed, she stopped and took away her
hand.� �You are a hot one,� she said
starting the car.� �Pull up your skirt
and tuck it into your belt.� I want to
enjoy those perfect legs.�

�� I did as she
asked and next rested my head on her shoulder.�
�This has been the most wonderful evening of my life.� I�d no idea I would respond to the way you
brought me out.�

�� She was silent
for a long time as she drove the narrow road next to the river.� �I�m glad for you.� Knowing your mom as I do, I feel close to you
as well.� �After tonight, you have a
whole new world of sensual pleasure at your finger tips.� The joy you bring to others of your choice
will be your joy too.�

�� I wasn�t certain
what she was talking about but the warm wine in my tummy and the rapture caused
by the marvelous woman seemed enough.�
She took me directly to her room and, before approaching me, touched her
finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet.�
As she left the room, I knew she was going down the hall to check on Mom.� The endearment, the close contact, the
affection, they felt for each other was another revelation.�

�� Sylvia did
indicate with a sweep of her hand that I should remain there in her room.� My curiosity, as always, took high
priority.� Making little noise, I
followed Sylvia down the hall.� She
didn�t close the door so I was able to listen.

�� I didn�t get all
the conversation but I did hear Mom agree to continue what they had both
started that evening.� When I heard them
kiss, I returned to Sylvia�s room and waited.

�� She came in to
find me sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed. �I crossed my ankles feeling fourteen
again.� I smiled when she came in; an
effort to appear calm.� That was a lie; I
was confused, aroused, afraid and on the edge of panic.

�� Sylvia sat on the
bed next to me and put one arm around my shoulders.� �I checked on your mom; she�s fine.� I think the long drive tired her out.� Do you have any comment about what we did
this evening?�

�� I knew if I said
anything, my voice would squeak.� I was
right.� �Overwhelmed with the way you
make me feel,� I said with as much conviction as I could.�

�� She unbuttoned my
blouse and unhooked my brassiere.� She
slid one hand under my bra cup and fondled my breast.� �Your mom sent me a photo of you when you
were about twelve or so.� You had on that
yellow jumper sun suit. �Even then you
had nice legs, not counting the knobby knees.�
The look on your face was adorable; you were wondering what this big,
wide, wonderful world was all about.� How
could you have known that in a mere five years you would be in my bed with a
gift-wrapped package of mixed emotions?�

�� I like what you
are doing,� I said in a gasp when her thumb fondled my nipple.

�� She stood up and
began to undress.� �Watch me,� she said
as she shed one garment after another.�
She pulled me to standing and knelt to remove my skirt.� I was in a dream of my own making.� Was this really happening to me?� What does this terrific person want from me?� Is there sex without love?� Is this all a scam of some kind to enjoy some
deviant sex � the older woman and the young girl?�

�� We stretched out
on the bed.� She switched off the
light.� There was only the glow of the
fish tank softening the shadows in the room.�

�� I accepted her
kiss, pressed on her tongue with my lips and began to come more alive.� �I don�t know what to do,� I confessed when
we broke the kiss giving preference to random caresses along the hips, to the
lower cleavage, the firm buns, rounded thighs and throbbing pussy.�

�� Remember when
you felt the inside of my legs at the top of my stockings?� You said you liked doing that to me.� Do it again.�

�� I began at her
rounded calf and crept higher until my fingers found the elastic of her panty
briefs.� �You are beautiful,� I said and
pressed her vagina with the palm of my hand open.�

�� Take these,� she
said and pushed my head into her breasts.�
I fondled one breast with my lips and tongue, next the other, and was
pleased when she moaned.� �Do you like
doing that?�

�� Yes, I do.� Shall I do more?�

�� Yes, roam
wherever it pleases you.� By now you�ve
learned what I knew all along.� You want
what I have for you.�

�� I kissed her
pert navel and moved both hands to her breasts.�
They were firm, smooth and inviting to my touch.� I looked up to see the glow of affection in
her eyes.� She licked her lips and
tightened her hold on my shoulders.�
�Tell me, please, what it is you think I want.�

�� She kissed me
first on the shoulder, next on the hollow at my throat.� Her tongue teased the flesh.� �My mouth; you want my mouth, don�t you?�

�� I nearly
fainted.� �Yes, I do; I know it now.� It�s what I�ve wanted for a long time.�

�� She pushed me
onto my back, stripped off my panties and forcefully spread my legs so she
would fit between them.� She looked up at
me and smiled.� �Are you OK with this?� Do you want me to do it?�

�� I was without
words though the response was snapping across my hips and centered on my
vagina.�� Yes, do it!�

�� What followed was
an incandescent flash.� My mind was
instantly jammed with thoughts, desires I didn�t know about, feelings of
arousal I was totally unfamiliar with.�
Her tongue drove me into the mattress like a hand kneading the bread
dough.� Firm and gentle at the same time,
it was a sensation totally commanding my body.�
My friend Ashlyn flashed through my mind; her nice body and, now it was
out, her mouth.

�� Sylvia worked me
through a shattering orgasm that left me listless.� She relaxed back a moment and smiled up at
me.� Her face was covered with a
glistening sheen of pussy juice.� It had
happened and I loved it.� �Want more?�
she asked.

�� Still out of
breath, it was all I could manage to answer her.� �Yes,� I whispered, �but please give me a
chance to catch my emotions.� Those are
the ones flying all over the bed at once.�

�� She laughed,
kissed my thigh and stretched out next to me.�
�Want to know what a pretty girl tastes like?�� She asked.

�� At first I didn�t
know what she meant such was my debilitated mind.� �Sure, what pretty girl?�� I asked, dumb as it sounded.

�� You,
darling.�� She moved on me and fixed her
slightly parted lips on mine. When her tongue forced into my mouth, I
learned.� The taste of my orgasm was on
her lips and tongue.� The appeal was
tantalizing and slightly tinged with the flavor of Napa Valley Chardonnay
wine.�

�� My feeling was to
embrace her.� I was impulsive and still
coming down from the sexual moment.� I
began licking her face with my tongue tip, next the flat of my tongue, to get
the delightful mixture of my body and her perspiration. I urged her away from
me just far enough so I could put my lips on her nipple.� I worked her perfect breasts with my
tongue.� There was a lustful reward when
I heard her moan.� I looked up at her;
head thrown back in passion, her body on fire, eyes bare slits in the shadowed room.� Her body seemed alive with a sparkling
rapture.� I had given her that and I felt
proud.

�� Wow!� I said
with a special effort.� �Believe me, I�d
no idea.�

�� She kissed me
again.� �You are on a journey of lifetime
joy.� Your beauty will attract many
partners but it is your natural response to the female body that will bring you
so much pleasure.� No more will you have
to give the basketball team captain special favors.�

�� I snuggled into
her embrace.� �I think I�ll go out for
girl�s softball.�

�� She
giggled.� �How are you going to tell Ashlyn
what happened to you?�

�� I don�t know
but, one lesson I�ve learned, I�m going to be honest with her.� I simply will not be able to be her friend
without having sex with her.� I value her
friendship highly, as you can understand, but I want her body more.�

�� Sylvia smiled,
gracious.� �Do you want her to thrill you
like I did this evening?�

�� That thought
takes my breath away.� I�ve had enough
lapses already.�

�� Lucky you.�� She stretched out on her back and pulled me
close to her with her arm across my shoulders.�
�Fondle those two breasts you admire so much.� I want to watch your pretty fingers explore.�

�� Oh, OK,� I
answered and began caressing her body. Then the next thought hit me.� I looked at her quickly.� �You�re on the drape, aren�t you?�

�� She laughed with
a self-conscious chuckle.� It was not her
style, not the marvelous and confident woman who had seduced me.� �Yes, if you must know.� You surpassed my best expectations. �Move your hand lower.�

�� This time my mind
reeled at the thought of what I was being asked to do.� �Am I ready for this?� I asked my secret
listening ear.� �Do I owe her?�� The jungle of pubic hair parted when my
fingers pressed and prodded.� Her vagina
was wet with desire.� �So, a taste of her
body is the next scenario.� Should I back
out?�� I gathered some energy laced with
teen-courage.�

�� Do you want me
to go down on you?��

�� She wriggled her
body into the mattress like relishing some erotic delight, lost in the
thought.� �Is it too much to ask?� she
finally whispered.

�� I shook my head
�no� and moved to straddle her body.� She
parted her legs so I could move my knee between.� I let my thigh rest on her sexual center and
pressed.

�� If you want,� I
began very slowly, measuring my words.�
�I�ll do it to you.� I�m afraid I
will not do well but I want to try.�

�� She moved both
her hands onto my buttocks and guided me.�
As I slid lower, her hands on my back urged me.� When she put both hands on my shoulders and
pressured me, I went down.� After that,
it was as if I was born to perform cunnilingus.�

�� The pretty lady
erupted and promptly fell asleep.

�� I watched her for
a long moment while I gathered my own thoughts.�
The conclusion, after such a sexual awakening, was that I was ready to
move on.� In addition, thinking over how
my mom had designed this weekend, I realized she really did love me enough to
take such a risk.� She didn�t want me to
make the same mistake she did. She couldn�t be honest with herself on the issue
without being certain my nature was similar to hers.� What better person to bring me out than the
beautiful Sylvia.�

�� I had to agree
that I needed to run my own life instead of being patterned to do what someone
else thinks I should.� There might well
be a rocky road ahead but I won�t go to sleep feeling guilty for betraying
myself.

�� I fell asleep
with a fantasy.� I was moving my head
between Ashlyn�s legs.

The End

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