Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 20:41:24 +0000
From: Sensual Peach <sensual_peach@hotmail.com>
Subject: Amber's Affection

**Disclaimer**

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, or persons
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Amber's Affection: The Crush (Ff, Adult-Youth)
by
Sensual Peach
Copyright (c) 2005


"Mom! I'm home!" Amber Wilson shouted as she came through the front
door of her suburban house. The 14 year old tossed her purple
backpack to the floor and then reached down to untie her sneakers.

"We're in the kitchen, honey!" her mother hollered back.

"We?" Amber immediately thought to herself. "Mom must have on of her
friends over." The corner of her mouth slowly curled into a half
frown as she realized she might have to interact with yet another one
of her mother's boring friends. They always seemed to ask such stupid
questions and treat her like baby.

Amber sighed and straightened her socks. "Well, better get this over
with. Hopefully I can get out of there quickly and get up to my
room."

Making her way down a short hallway Amber entered the kitchen with a
slight forced smile. Right away she noticed her mother by the counter
pouring some tea into two cups. The girl had barely put her second
foot on the kitchen tile before her mother's arms embraced her.

"Hi Sweetheart", her mother said lovingly as he continued the hug.
"How was your day at school."

"It was ok I guess." Amber said as her mother warmly rubbed her
shoulders. "I had a test today so I don't have much homewo -" Her
next words were suddenly lost as her eyes wandered over to the
kitchen table. A lone woman sat silently watching them; a friendly
smile crossed her lips as their eyes met. In an instant Amber
realized that the visitor wasn't just any woman, it was Mrs. Lindy
Brooks. It had been so long since she had seen her but she still
looked the same. The same long, silky black hair, the same full pouty
lips, and the same perfect unblemished skin. Mrs. Brooks always
looked like she had stepped out of the pages of one of those glamour
magazines.

"No homework, honey? Is that what you were saying?" Her mother's
words snapped her back to reality.

"Hmmm? Homework?" Amber stammered. "Oh! Yeah ... yeah. No Homework
today. Because of ... the-the ... test! Yeah, the test. Hi Mrs. Brooks!"

"Hello Amber." Mrs. Brooks said cheerfully offering a wave.

"Oh, yes. Lindy is here." Mrs. Wilson laughed as she walked over to
the table with the cups of tea.

"Thanks, Michelle." Mrs. Brooks said. "Oh, is there sugar?"

Amber quickly piped up, "I'll get it!"

"Thanks Dear." Mrs. Brooks said still smiling.

As Amber set the bowl of sugar down on the table Mrs. Brooks took one
scoop with her spoon and began to slowly stir the steaming liquid.
The teenager stood there for a few moments staring at the woman.

"So?" Mrs. Brooks said as she placed the spoon on a napkin beside her
teacup. "Do you have a hug for me too?"

Amber was taken off guard for a moment. Something was nagging at her
in the back of her mind but she couldn't quite get a grip on it. It
was obvious that she was shocked at how beautiful Mrs. Brooks looked.
She had always looked the same before so it was strange to her that
she never noticed it before now.

"Uh, yeah! Sorry," Amber said as she awkwardly hugged the 35 year old
woman who had been like one of those super-cool aunts to her as a
younger child.

"It's good to see you, Amber. It's been awhile, huh?" Mrs. Brooks
said during the embrace.

Truthfully Amber had barely heard what was said. The whole time she
was thinking about how nice the older woman's hair smelled.

"Hmmm? Yeah! I guess it has." Amber mumbled as they finished hugging.

Before they could say anything else, Mrs. Wilson interrupted. "I
walked past your room today, Kiddo. It's a disaster area in there!
Since you don't have any homework today why don't you head on up
there and start cleaning up?"

"But Moooom." Amber started to whine.

"None of that, young lady." Mrs. Wilson said placing her hand on
Amber's back and giving her a slight nudge. "Lindy and I are going to
be visiting now so you get upstairs for awhile."

"But, can't I visit too?" Amber begged. She wanted desperately to
stay in the room with Mrs. Brooks but she recognized that tone in her
mother's voice, she wouldn't be staying much longer.

"No, Amber" Mrs. Wilson said sternly. "But you can get your visiting
in later. Mrs. Brooks will be staying for dinner, ok?"

"Oh Ok! You are?" Amber asked as her cheerful smile returned.

"Yep. So you better get up there and get cracking on that room." Mrs.
Brooks laughed.

"I'm going, I'm going." Amber giggled as she pretended to race as
fast as she could.

Amber heard her mother and Mrs. Brooks continuing to joke and laugh
as she ascended the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside, she left the
door open a crack so she could continue to listen to Mrs. Brooks'
voice. She ignored the piles of clothes and magazines on the floor
and flopped down on her bed. She started breathing faster as she
thought about the family friend. She was just so beautiful to her now
and the memories of how Mrs. Brooks was always so nice to her when
she was younger. The feeling of the woman's body as they had hugged
was still fresh in Amber's memory. The smell of her long black hair
was there too. Then suddenly a naughty thought entered Amber's mind
-- was the hair between her legs black too?

Amber sat up on her bed, "Whoa, wait a minute. What was that?" She
stayed perfectly still for a few seconds. "Ohh, it was just a
thought. Just like the blonde hair I have down there matches my hair.
Nothing crazy. Just a thought."

Amber then found herself envisioning Mrs. Brooks' perfect skin on her
gorgeous still physically fit body ... and definitely not overly
muscular. She tried hard to remember the times when they had gone to
the beach or waterpark and Mrs. Brooks had worn a bikini. "Mmmmhmmm,
definitely beautiful ... Wait," Amber closed her eyes tighter as if
trying to dig deeper into her memories. "I think I've seen her naked
too. In the changing rooms." Her breasts would be full and soft with
small dark nipples, and they would feel so great in her palms if she
squeezed them. Suddenly, Amber noticed her heart pounding and a warm
feeling between her legs.

"W-What? What am I thinking about this for? Mrs. Brooks?" Amber laid
her head back down on her soft pillow. She felt confused but she
couldn't deny this sensation pulsating through her body.

The teenage girl began to probe deeper into her fantasies. She
pictured Mrs. Brooks in her mind, on her hands and knees, begging for
Amber to kiss her. She pictured herself walking up to the older woman
and running her fingers through the soft black locks of Mrs. Brooks'
hair. Closing her eyes, she could almost feel Mrs. Brooks' thick
pouty lips on her stomach as they started kissing lower and lower.

Amber slowly began to unzip her jeans and soon was able to reach in
and touch her burning pussy. Like most teenagers passing through
these years, Amber had discovered this pleasurable activity only a
few months ago and had spent many nights touching herself to sexual
fantasies. Of course, up until know her fantasies had always been
varied. The women in her glamour magazines, one or two boys in her
class, her teacher Miss Blake, but right now she was going to
masturbate to the fantasy of Mrs. Brooks.

"Amber!!" The sound of her mother shouting at the bottom of the
stairs shocked her hand out of her pants. "Dinner is ready!"

Had it been that long already????

Opening her eyes and staring up at the ceiling, Amber felt a wave of
guilt sweep over her. "What was I doing?" she whispered to herself.
She couldn't believe she had just imagined doing those things with
Lindy Brooks, the woman who had known her since she was a baby. She
suddenly felt dirty, like she had somehow violated Mrs. Brooks
herself.

Rolling over in bed and squeezing her pillow with her arms, Amber
sighed and then zipped up her jeans. "Get a grip, girl," she said to
herself as she pushed off the bed and made her way back downstairs.

*****

During dinner, Amber couldn't keep her eyes off of Mrs. Brooks. She
enjoyed her mother's spaghetti as always and joyfully participated in
the discussions between the three of them, but the bulk of her
attention was obviously on the dark-haired woman. She was still
pondering what was so different about her now. It had been about two
years since she saw her last, but nothing in Mrs. Brooks' appearance
had changed. Her hair might have been a little longer and styled
differently, but she was still the same incredible beauty that she
always had been. "Maybe that's it!" Amber finally thought to herself,
"Maybe I had never thought of her as beautiful before."

"Amber? Amber!" Mrs. Wilson said loudly.

"What? Oh, sorry Mom. What were you saying?" Amber realized that she
had been ignoring her mother.

"I asked how your swimming practice was going this week." Mrs. Wilson
answered.

"Pretty good. I'm definitely getting faster."

"And all that swimming is definitely keeping you in shape." Mrs.
Brooks said.

"MmmHmm," her mother agreed. "She's really looking good."

Amber blushed faintly and looked down at her plate. Even though it
was a compliment anyone could have given, it felt like something
special coming from Mrs. Brooks.

During the rest of the dinner conversations, Amber discovered that
Mrs. Brooks had been away so long due to her husband's job. They had
moved out west for a while but Mrs. Brooks grown increasingly
unhappy. She missed her friends and her husband's long work hours
didn't help at all. Amber noticed that she had skipped over most of
the specifics about her marriage but alluded that she and her husband
were now separated (at least by distance because he hadn't moved back
here with her).

The dinner soon ended and Mrs. Brooks' offered to help Amber's mother
clean up the dishes.

"Aw, you don't want to do that Mrs. Brooks. Mom can handle it."

Mrs. Brooks laughed and flipped a strand of Amber's long blond hair
over her shoulder, "It's ok Honey. I like to clean."

Amber crinkled her nose and shook her head as she headed for the
bathroom, leaving the two women alone in the kitchen.

"My, Amber she has turned into a beautiful young lady. You must be
very proud." Mrs. Brooks said.

"Oh I am. Not a day goes by when she doesn't impress me. It's amazing
how much she's changed just in the last couple of months let alone
the years since you've see her. I think that swimming is really
making a woman out of her."

"I hadn't noticed until not how much she looks like you, Michelle.
Even at fourteen."

"What?? Something has escaped Lindy Brooks' attention?? Hell must be
experiencing a cold snap right about now!" Mrs. Wilson joked.

"You better be careful, Michelle. Someone might decide to run off
with that gorgeous young daughter of yours."

The two women laughed at the silly suggestion.

"What are you two laughing at?" Amber said walking back into the
kitchen.

"Ha ha, oh you mother was just telling me the one about the chicken
and the road." Mrs. Brooks said playfully tossing a dishtowel into
Amber's face.

"Whatever." Amber giggled as she tossed the towel back at Mrs.
Brooks.

"So Lindy," Mrs. Wilson started to say as she put the last dirty
glass into the dishwasher. "Are you staying with your sister over on
Ardor Street?"

Mrs. Brooks froze for a moment as she felt Amber and her mother's
eyes move to her. She gave an unsure smirk as she replied, "Hmmm,
well no. I'm actually staying at the Holiday Inn downtown."

"What?" Amber and her mother said in unison.

"Wellll..." Mrs. Brooks trailed off as she put the milk carton back
in the fridge.

"Lindy?" Mrs. Wilson prodded.

Walking over to Amber, Mrs. Wilson put her arm over the teenager's
shoulder. The feeling of the woman's arm on her, the closeness, made
Amber's knees quiver ever so slightly.

"Well ok," Mrs. Brooks began to explain as she nudged Amber. "I may
have neglected to mention that my sister is vacationing in Arizona
till the end of the week."

"And when were you planning on telling me this?" Mrs. Wilson scolded.

"Oh Michelle, it's no big deal!" Mrs. Brooks said looking directly at
Amber. Amber smiled as Mrs. Brooks made a mock-angry face, raising
her eyebrows and shaking her head from side to side.

"No big deal? Amber and I have the house to ourselves with Alex being
away for two weeks, not to mention I've known you since grade school!
You still can't bring yourself to ask me?"

Amber nodded. For once she had to agree with her mother. Her father
wouldn't be back from his work seminar till next Thursday and there
was definitely more than enough room for Mrs. Brooks.

"I wouldn't want to impose ..." Mrs. Brooks said coyly.

"That's it!" Mrs. Wilson yelled playfully. "Lindy, go get your stuff
from that cramped hotel room and grab a bunk here."

"Yeah!" Amber squealed.

"Great planning you two," Mrs. Brooks said with a hint of sarcasm.
"But just where am I supposed to stay?"

Mrs. Brooks certainly had a good point. Although the Wilson's home
was larger than average, it was still only a two bedroom house.

"You can have my room, Mrs. Brooks." Amber piped up. "I can sleep on
the couch for a few nights!"

Mrs. Brooks turned and looked into Amber's eyes. The older woman
smiled warmly causing Amber to blush. The blonde teenager's cheeks
burned a faint crimson as Mrs. Brooks replied, "No, no I couldn't do
that to you Sweetie."

Amber fought back her growing shyness and redoubled her efforts.
"It's no problem Mrs. Brooks. That couch in the living room is really
comfy once you get some sheets and pillows on it! I do it all the
time." There was no way she was going to let her crush leave that
easily.

"Ohhhh, she just has to stay." Amber thought to herself. "She just
HAS to!"

"Lindy?" Mrs. Wilson inquired once again.

Mrs. Brooks brought a slender index finger to her lip, pretending to
be in deep thought. Amber watched the woman's eyes intently as the
weak faOade of stubbornness began to fade.

A grin spread across the woman's lips as she said, "OK! You talked me
into it."

Without thinking Amber threw her arms around Mrs. Brooks neck and
hugged her tightly. "Yessssss!" she shouted excitedly.

"Whew!" Mrs. Wilson sighed. "Now that that's settled, it's a good
thing you cleaned your room when you got home, huh?"

Amber winced and her mother's words. "Oh, about that Mom."

"I should have guessed," Mrs. Wilson said shaking her head. "Well,
you better get up there and break out the shovel, young lady!"

"Ok! Ok!" Amber said with a smirk as she made her way out of the
kitchen.

"And make sure it's spic and span!" Mrs. Brooks yelled after her.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Amber hollered back.

"Yes, Ma'am?" Mrs. Wilson whispered to her friend. "She's never that
agreeable with me. You just may have to move in."

The two women shared another laugh.

*****

By the next day Mrs. Brooks had made herself at home in Amber's room.
Amber found the couch a little cramped and strange from her own bed,
but it was worth it to have Mrs. Brooks around.

Although she wanted to spend every spare second around Mrs. Brooks,
Amber had a schedule to keep. She would have to get to swimming
practice in an hour and the coach always had something extra
torturous for latecomers.

After double-checking to make sure her mother had taken her swimsuit
out of the dryer and put it into her gym bag, Amber was read to head
out the door. Leaving the laundry room, Amber walked down the hallway
towards the stairs. On her way there, she passed by her room.

Stopping ever so briefly at the open door, not expecting Mrs. Brooks
to be there. To her surprise, the woman was standing there, tightly
wrapped in a wet towel. Her long, black hair was still damp, and she
was brushing it with a large comb. Amber just stood there and stared
at the woman, knowing that she didn't have anything on under the towel.
In fact, the tight clingy towel left little to the imagination. The
woman's long beautiful legs were uncovered, and they were exactly as
she had remembered them ... "Or are they how I've imagined them?"
Amber thought to herself.

"Amber! What are you doing here?" Mrs. Brooks gasped.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The door was open! I didn't see
anything." Amber quickly rambled on trying to explain herself.

"Oh no, Sweetie. I'm not upset. I just expected you to be gone. Your
mom told me you had swim practice this morning." Mrs. Brooks said,
seemingly unfazed at having the teenager look at her in such a
revealing state.

"I uh, Yeah. I haven't left quite yet." Amber replied, still dazed by
the woman's incredibly erotic appearance. Amber silently counted the
water droplets that glistened on Mrs. Brooks' bare shoulders and
partially covered chest.

"You must be the fastest swimmer out there, huh?" Mrs. Brooks said
with a warm smile.

"Well, I'm not quite the breast yet ... BEST yet. BEST! I mean, yeah.
Yeah I'm ok." Amber stuttered in embarrassment.

The teenager wanted to kick herself. She was sure she must have
sounded like a complete idiot and hoped to GOD that Mrs. Brooks
hadn't noticed her slip of the tongue.

"Hey! Here's an idea for you," Mrs. Brooks started, not reacting to
Amber's awkward behavior. "Why don't I drive you to your practice and
watch you? I didn't have anything planned today anyway. Do you mind,
Amber?"

At this point, Amber felt a warm wet feeling between her legs. Her
sudden arousal caused her to reposition her legs.

"Umm, yes ... I mean NO! No, I totally don't mind."

"Great. Just give me a few minutes to get ready, ok Kiddo? I'll be
right with you."

Amber walked out of the room feeling like a complete idiot. She
couldn't even control herself for two minutes when she talked to Mrs.
Brooks. As she sat down to wait, Amber whispered to herself, "Get a
hold of yourself, girl. It's Mrs. Brooks. Only Mrs. Brooks. Relax!
Just relax." She began to try and forcefully slow her breathing.
After a few moments, she was completely calm and the warmth in her
pussy had subsided. For now.

"Ready to go, Sweetie?" Mrs. Brooks asked as she emerged from Amber's
room, now fully clothed and her long black hair tied back in a
ponytail.

"Sure!" Amber said as she calmly stood up. She left the house with
Mrs. Brooks hoping against hope she wouldn't run into anymore
problems around her.

*****

Amber's swim practice turned out to be more of an escapade than she
had originally thought. It took everything she had to keep control of
herself. She simply couldn't keep her mind on her practice knowing
Mrs. Brooks was watching from the sidelines. As the swim coach tried
to explain better stroke technique, Amber kept looking over and
staring at the woman's shapely form. Of course, the teenage did this
whenever Mrs. Brooks' attention was elsewhere and would quickly look
away when the woman`s gaze returned. When she was bent over the
starting block ready to dive into the water, Amber concentrated hard
on keeping thoughts of Mrs. Brooks staring at her butt. Even when
they sat together at the RecCenter concession stand, Amber tried to
pay attention to her food instead of Mrs. Brooks' revealing cleavage.
The whole time the two talked, catching up on things, Amber found
herself picturing the woman completely naked. They were even having
the same conversation in the fantasy as Mrs. Brooks' reached out and
cupped Amber's young breast.

"You looked really good out there today." Mrs. Brooks said
encouragingly.

"Really? My coach was saying I was all over the place. I couldn't
concentrate." Amber said shyly.

"Could have fooled me! You looked great! You're definitely the best
looking girl out there."

Amber cracked a small smile and looked down at her frozen yogurt.

*****

Amber moaned with pleasure as she diddled herself to a building
orgasm. It was 2 a.m. and the living room where she had made her
temporary bedroom was completely dark. The teenager's smooth young
skin was covered in sweat she bit her lip and stifled a scream. She
writhed her body around before her hips rose off the bed. A deep sigh
escaped as she collapsed back to the couch cushions in exhaustion.

Mrs. Brooks was so perfect. She was like no one the Amber had ever
met before, she was a real woman. She even carried herself like a
real lady ... and it was so cute the way she sort of wiggled her ass
when she walked.

"I am going nuts here." Amber spoke aloud to herself. "That's it, I
have to have her."

Amber leapt from the couch, still completely naked and began to
contemplate how she could seduce the older woman, and if it was even
possible.

"Aw Geez, what am I thinking." Amber thought. "She's like the
greatest woman in the world. What could she ever see in a kid like
me?"

She spun around and laid back down on her makeshift bed. "But I can't
just give up. I'm going freaking nuts here!"

Amber ran through every possible scenario in her mind trying to come
up with at least ONE idea that was plausible. All of a sudden it hit
her. "Ask Mom!" Her mother was always there in the past when she had
questions about love and life, maybe she could get the help she
needed in a roundabout way. Yeah, it was definitely a crazy idea but
Amber knew she had to at least give it a try.

*****

"What's that? Say that again?"

"How can I tell if someone likes me?" Amber asked her mother again.
She had spent the last two hours helping her mother fold the laundry
before finally building up the nerve to ask.

"Oh Sweetheart," her mother answered. "Sit down here for a second and
we'll talk about this."

Amber and her mother took a seat on the living room couch. Mrs.
Brooks had been gone all day to a lawyer's office and then to run a
few errands.

"So, who is he? A guy in your class, right? Wait, let me guess, it's
David right?"

"No, Mom. Not David." Amber answered with an annoyed tone.

"Ok, Ok. I believe you." Mrs. Wilson answered, thinking she had her
daughter figured out. "So what did you want to know exactly?"

"Well, I'm not sure if this person likes me. I think I really like
them, but I just want to be sure the feeling is mutual, y'know?"

"Honey, there's no problem."

"There isn't?"

"None whatsoever and I'll tell you why."

"W-Why?" Amber asked meekly.

"There simply isn't any reason for anyone to NOT like you."

"Oh that's such a mom-thing to say."

"No now, come'on. Amber you're a beautiful young lady. You take after
your mother!" Mrs. Wilson smiled running her palm over her own cheek.
"So I guess this guy doesn't have anything against your looks."

"No, no ... it's not about all that. It's just that ... we're
different. We might not be right for each other."

"Hey ... that's what people used to say about your father and I and
well, look at us now." Mrs. Wilson boasted.

"How did you know Dad liked you?

"Are you kidding? He was in love with me right from the start."

"Really? But how could you tell?"

"Ha ha, I could see through the act. Everyone is like that when
they're the object of someone's affection. They'll never admit that
they like you right away."

"Huh?" Amber looked at her mother with a confused frown.

"I think it's better for you to make the first move, Sweetie. You'd
know right away if they like you if they look for excuses to be
around you. Has something like that happened?"

"Actually ... yeah! Something like that sorta did happen." Amber
replied, remembering Mrs. Brooks' sudden desire to accompany her to
her swim practice.

"See? What did I tell you? The guy wants you!"

Amber winced at her mother's choice of words, "Moooom."

Mrs. Wilson lovingly nudged her daughter in the ribs. "Ok, Ok. But
you see what I mean?"

"Y-Yeah, I think I'm beginning to understand what you mean." Amber
said with growing enthusiasm.

"These days the woman has to be aggressive. They'll act like you
don't exist, but they can't get enough of it. They're just waiting
for you to make the first move." Mrs. Wilson explained.

"I dunno, Mom. It all sounds a little crazy."

"Trust me, hon. It's the total truth. They'll give you these little
opportunities. Just keep your eyes open."

"So that's when I tell them how I feel?" Amber exclaimed.

"No, no, no. Absolutely not then." Mrs. Wilson explained, "You can't
be too hasty with this, Sweetie. It makes you look to eager and
desperate. You gotta be cool. Don't let them know you've caught on.
Make him wait a bit. If you give in too early, you won't get the
respect you deserve."

"Respect?" Amber asked, puzzled again.

"That's right. Remember that you're the one in control of the
relationship. What good is it if you can't control yourself longer
than the person you like? What you've got to do is wait. Let the
other person make the first move. Make him think you're going to take
the bait, but try to trick him into doing it first."

"Yeah, ok ... I think I see now." Amber replied.

"First, you're going to have to go against your instincts and ask him
out first. Don't make it seem like a date or anything. Try to come up
with an excuse. That will be the first test, right? If he really
likes you, there's no way he'll pass up that chance. Then, you're
going to have to do nice things for this person. Give him a nice gift
or do something nice, a favour, nothing big but something thoughtful.
But, and this is important, you're going to have to play it off as
nothing."

"Did you do all this with Dad?"

"You bet I did, Sweetie." Mrs. Wilson proclaimed proudly.

"So basically, when you ask the person out, remember not to make it
seem like a real date. More like something you wouldn't care about
one way or the other. That's when you have to put on the allure but
stay aloof at the same time. Before you know it, you'll have them
right where you want them."

Amber stood there for a few moments, soaking in what her mother had
told her. "Thanks Mom." she finally said.

"Hey, that's what I'm here for kiddo. I've been out there in the
trenches of love and I've learned a few things." Mrs. Wilson said as
she threw her arm around Amber's shoulder. The two continued to chat
as they finished folding the laundry.

*****

"Now if only Mom wouldn't have kept saying "He" & "His" when she was
giving me advice, Amber said as she flipped through the television
channels. "Trying to keep everything straight was hard enough."

Amber stared blankly at the television screen as the channels flipped
by faster and faster. Her real attention was focused on forming a
plan to seduce Mrs. Brooks at any cost and as soon as possible.

Mrs. Brooks arrived back at the house a few hours later and headed up
to her room. Amber followed closely behind and knocked on the half
open door.

"Hey, Mrs. Brooks?" Amber said gulping back a lump in her throat and
fighting back a screaming feeling of nervousness.

Getting nervous was not a hard task, looking at Mrs. Brooks the way
she was. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with a day planner,
wearing a tight blue formal skirt and jacket. Mrs. Brooks always
managed to look elegant, even when she was just relaxing at the end
of the day. She had her right leg crossed over the left, and it gave
Amber a good look at the flexed muscles in her thighs. Amber then
focused on the woman's face, trying to ignore her "other" features.

"Oh Hi, Amber. Did you have a good day at school today?" Mrs. Brooks
asked as she looked up from her day planner.

"Okay, Amber-Baby ... don't mess this up!" Amber thought to herself.

"Uh ... yeah. It was pretty good. I had lots. Lots of learning I
mean. Um, yeah."

"Well that's good. Lots of learning is good." Mrs. Brooks responded.

"Yeah, and I certainly learned lots of good stuff." Amber said in her
mind.

"Did you need something from your room here, Sweetie?"

Suddenly, Amber remembered why she was there in the first place, "No,
No. I was actually just wondering if you'd like ... if you have time
I mean ... to go with me to the waterpark tomorrow. We haven't been
there since, like, two years."

"Hmmm, Yeah! Actually that sounds like fun, Amber."

"Really? Great!" Amber blurted out.

"But ..." Mrs. Brooks continued, "I'm actually kind of busy tomorrow.
I have another meeting with Mr. Reynolds."

"Oh ... Oh right. I guess I should have known that. Well, I guess I
can call Amy to go with me." Amber said trying to hold back her sadness.

Mrs. Brooks took immediate notice of Amber's disappointment. "Hey,
you know what ... it's nothing I can't put off until the day after."

"Seriously????" Amber replied with renewed enthusiasm.

"Yeah. I think I've left you hanging for two years too long. Besides,
it seems to be really important to you."

Just then, her mother's advice started to repeat in her head, "Oh no,
It's not that important to me. I just figured you might want to go. I
can go anytime I want. I just felt bad for you having to go to
lawyer's offices all day I figured it'd be nice to ask." Amber said,
suddenly changing her attitude.

"Oh ... I-I see." Mrs. Brooks replied, a little puzzled by Amber's
sudden attitude change.

"So, I guess if you're really that busy, we don't have to go."

"No, no ..." Mrs. Brooks started, "I DO want to go ..."

"Great! Why don't we head out about 12:30 tomorrow?" Amber said,
slightly breaking her new character.

"O-okay. I, I guess we'll leave at 12:30." Mrs. Brooks said, smiling
before going back to her day planner.

"YESSSSSSSS!!!" Amber said in an excite whisper as she shut the door
to her room.

"Mom was SO right!!" Amber said to herself. The teenager was sure of
it. Mom said a person who liked her would look for reasons to be
around her if they liked her, and Mrs. Brooks had actually put her
work aside to go to the waterpark with her. Amber grimaced slightly,
she really didn't like acting that way towards Mrs. Brooks at the end
of the conversation, but it had actually worked just as her mother
had said. Even after acting like kind of a bitch, the older woman
still wanted to go with her. Amber was now convinced Mrs. Brooks had
a thing for her.

Amber went to bed excited like a kid before Christmas thinking about
the possibilities of the next day's events. Even though her pussy
burned with desire, she didn't masturbate.

"Gotta save my energy," Amber told herself. "no matter what."

*****

Even though it would be a lighthearted trip to the waterpark, Amber
still took time to shower, dress, and spritz on her favorite perfume.
She had woken up an extra hour early the morning to get ready for her
"date" with Mrs. Brooks.

"Ready to go, Mrs. Brooks?" Amber said, giving a light knock on her
bedroom door.

The door opened and Mrs. Brooks stood before the girl. She white
skirt she wore was made of a clingy see through material, revealing
the black bikini bottom she wore underneath. The matching black
bikini top she wore was tight and conformed flawlessly to the curves
of her breasts. Amber had to fight the voice in her head screaming to
her to keep looking at the two perfect globes. Finally, a black
sweater was knotted around her waist and was being used a temporary
belt.

"I'm ready." Mrs. Brook announced.

Half an hour later, Amber and Mrs. Brooks were at Wild Rapids
Waterpark. It was an unusually slow day at the park for mid-June, so
they waded together easily in the main swimming pool. Amber had worn
her favorite white bikini to show off for Mrs. Brooks. Her parents
hated it of course; they always said it showed too much skin. Of
course that's why she loved it. At every opportunity, Amber would
thrust out her chest and show off her impressive teenage bust. Her
perfect plum shaped breasts strained against the material of her
tight bikini top. She had tied it as tightly as possible to get just
the right effect. Every so often Amber would mischievously splash
Mrs. Brooks and then bounce up and down in the water giving a
flirtatious pout. They stopped once in awhile to watch the brave
souls ride The Wave Screamer, but that wasn't what Amber was
interested in looking at. She was still more interested in the
beautiful lady that was with her.

"Wow! Did you see that girl hit the water, Amber?" Mrs. Brooks said
pointing to the rippling water.

Snapping back to attention, Amber replied, "Where?"

"Her right there," Mrs. Brooks said, leaning in from behind her and
pointing once again to a girl who had just surfaced. Amber looked in
the direction of the girl, and then quickly glanced to her right at
Mrs. Brooks. Her bikini strap had ridden down a little slightly
revealing the nipple on her right breast. Amber decided to be bold
and speedily snaked her arm around Mrs. Brooks waist.

"Amazing." Amber said. Mrs. Brooks looked down at her, and then down
at the hand resting on her hip. She looked back up at Amber. The
teenager looked into her eyes for a second, and Amber could have
sworn there was a connection in that moment. "What is she thinking
right now?" Amber wondered to herself. "Is she thinking about me?"

"I'm hungry. Want to get something to eat?" Amber asked, finally
breaking the silence.

"Yes ... Yes, I'm hungry too." Mrs. Brooks said slowly.

"Let's head over to that hut shaped like a coconut, I think they have
hotdogs over there." Amber suggested.

The two ordered their food and walked out to the nearby picnic tables
outside the waterpark gates. They sat together, listening to the
faint laughing and splashing of everyone nearby.

"You know, Amber" Mrs. Brooks began, "Its really incredible how much
you've changed since I've seen you last. You've become a lovely young
woman."

"Thanks." Amber said blushing. Within herself she was yelling, "YES!
She thinks I'm cute."

"Mrs. Brooks, I'd like to give you something." Amber said as she
slowly reached into her purse. She dug around for a few seconds and
retrieved a piece of jewelry. After her mother's advice the previous
day, she had decided to give Mrs. Brooks the necklace that had been
given to her by her grandmother. The necklace was a dazzling blue gem
that hung on a silver chain. Amber was sure it was unbelievably
expensive, but the sentimental value made it almost priceless.

"Amber, I-I don't believe this. It's absolutely beautiful!" Mrs.
Brooks exclaimed as she carefully took the necklace from the
teenager. "This - This must be very, very valuable. Why are you
giving this to me?" she asked as she admired the blue gem.

Amber again used her newly acquired advice as she said, "That old
piece of junk? Nah, it's not worth anything. I think I got it in one
of those 25 cent egg machines."

"Oh ..." Mrs. Brooks sighed, seemingly a little disappointed by Amber's
words.

"But! I thought it would look totally beautiful on you, I think I was
right." Amber said, now feeling bad for the downplaying scheme.

"Well, thank you Amber. I love it." Mrs. Brooks said. She then
started to lean forward while puckering her lips.

"Now's my chance!" Amber thought to herself. "This is it! She wants
to kiss me!"

As Mrs. Brooks moved to kiss Amber's cheek, the teenager leaned in
with closed eyes and kissed her passionately on the lips. If Amber
had kept her eyes open, she would have seen Mrs. Brooks' eyes opened
wide with shock. The older woman hesitated for a second, letting the
girl kiss her, but then she finally pushed her away.

"AMBER! What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" Mrs. Brooks yelled
angrily as she looked around to see if anyone was watching.

"W-What?" Amber replied, still coming down from the adrenaline rush
of the kiss, "didn't you want to kiss me?"

"I was going to kiss you on the cheek for the thoughtful gift, Amber!
What were you thinking of?"

"Well, I-I-I thought I was thinking the same thing as you. I'm
attracted to you. Aren't you attracted to me?" Amber asked, as tears
began to well up in her eyes.

"What? No! is that what you were thinking? Is this what all this is
about? Is this why you asked me here?"

"Well ... Yes ... but I ..."

Mrs. Brooks cut her off before Amber could continue, " I don't
believe this."  She huffed and almost leapt from her seat to walk
away.

"Mrs. Brooks! Wait!" Amber said, chasing after her.

The older woman had a head start on the girl, but Amber finally
caught up to her in the parking lot. She grabbed Mrs. Brooks' arm in
desperation to stop her from leaving.

"Let go of me, Amber!" Mrs. Brooks said, wringing her arm free.

"Mrs. Brooks stop! Please stop. You have to know how I feel. I love
you!"

"You what? No. No, I'm not hearing this," Mrs. Brooks said, turning
away from Amber and looking back towards the waterpark.

"I didn't realize it until I saw you in the kitchen the other day.
You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. I want you more than
anything!" Amber said, pouring her young heart out.

"You, You WANT me? You mean you think about SEX with me?!" Mrs.
Brooks said with even more shock on her face.

"Well, I've definitely fantasized about you and I. I dream about you!
You're all I can think about!"

"I can't believe this. I just can't believe this. And to think, you
brought me here with the idea that I felt the same? What could have
given you such a crazy idea?"

"Well, I talked to Mom about it and she said ..." Amber started.

"You went to your mother for advice about all this??!?" Mrs. Brooks
yelled.

"Well no, not quite. I didn't tell her it was you ... but it was
all ..."

"No Amber, I don't want to know what you figured. I can't imagine
what made you think this was something that could work. I'm TWICE
your age. I'm old enough to be your mother for crying out loud. In
fact, I was as close as a mother to you for a few years."

"I-I-I I'm sorry. I so sorry," Amber said as she choked back more
tears. "I don't know what I was thinking."

The now sobbing teenager turned and ran from the scene. She didn't
know where she was going, she just ran.

"Amber! Wait!" Mrs. Brooks called after her trying to stop her from
running off. Finally she decided to let the girl go. Slowly, she
walked towards her car, pondering what had just happened. She sat in
the car for a long while, silently thinking to herself.

"I guess I should have seen it." Mrs. Brooks thought as she laid back
in the driver's seat. "I clearly saw how she was acting. I saw her
awkward behavior when she was talking to me and her mannerisms after
I got out of the shower. I saw her fidgeting when she was around me,
why oh why didn't I think anything of it?" She thought about all
these things as she waited for Amber to return.

After a long while she decided to drive around looking for the girl.
Dusk was rapidly creeping up and Mrs. Brooks reluctantly decided to
drive back to the Wilson home.

*****

Amber didn't show up for dinner that night. Mrs. Brooks figured that
the teenager was too embarrassed to face her again. She told Michelle
that she had dropped Amber off at her friend Amy's house for some
homework related matter, and that there was nothing to worry about.
In truth, she was very worried about the girl. She waited impatiently
as the minutes ticked by on the clock, pacing from the kitchen to the
front door every so often.

The possibility that she would have more explaining to do for
Michelle if her daughter didn't come home began to gain momentum.
That problem was soon alleviated when Amber's father sprung an
surprise trip for two to Puerto Vallarta for three days, cutting his
work schedule short. From the Wilson's point of view the timing
couldn't be better. With their old friend in town and being fully
capable of watching the house and their teenage daughter they could
take off and not worry about a thing. "Yes, no worries." Mrs. Brooks
sighed inside when she heard the news. But like the great friend she
was, she ushered Michelle out the door and into a taxi continued to
wait for the missing teenager.

It was just past 8:30 and Mrs. Brooks had decided that in five more
minutes she would head out to look for the girl once again. She had
just dug her car keys out of her purse when she heard the front door
shutting lightly.

"Amber?" Mrs. Brooks said quietly.

"Yeah? It's me." Amber said as she approached the kitchen.

"Amber! Amber honey, I'm glad you're okay. I was worried about you. I
didn't know where you went after you took off." Mrs. Brooks said
walking up to the teenager.

"I was just ... walking. Walking and thinking. I'm sorry, Mrs.
Brooks. I-I'm sorry for everything ... for running off and for what I
did. You don't have to forgive me, I just hope you won't tell my
parents about this."

"Oh, Amber ... I know you must ..." Mrs. Brooks started.

"No, Mrs. Brooks. You don't need to say anything. I just think we
shouldn't talk about this anymore. Let's just forget everything. I'm
sorry I embarrassed you," Amber began to cry once again as she ran up
the stairs and retreated into the bathroom. Mrs. Brooks just let her
go.

After an hour, Mrs. Brooks climbed the stairs as well and stood in
front of the bathroom door. She could her the teenager whimpering and
moved to tap on the door. Just as quickly she changed her mind and
lowered her hand. Withdrawing into Amber's bedroom, Mrs. Brooks
closed the door behind her and began undressing for bed. Immediately
she heard the bathroom door open out in the hall and Amber rush
downstairs to the living room. Mrs. Brooks sighed as she took her
watch off and placed it on a nearby desk. The day's events still
seemed unbelievable. How could the girl feel that way about her?
Amber was just a teenager and she was nearing forty. "How could she
possibly be attached to someone so much older?" Mrs. Brooks thought
to herself.

Looking over her should, she noticed herself in the mirror. She stood
completely nude save for a pair of nylons. She may have been
approaching forty, but she still looked like she was in her early
twenties. The years had definitely been kind to Lindy Brooks. She
barely had a wrinkle on her face and her body was still fit and tight
from rigorous exercising. She felt her breasts with her right hand
and looked at them in the mirror. They were still very firm and
large, with little to no sign of sagging. Her skin was still quite
flawless and fair. It suddenly made sense that she would attract a
young woman like Amber with raging hormones.

Mrs. Brooks slipped on her nightgown and climbed into bed. She pulled
the pink covers of Amber's bed over herself and stared at the
ceiling. Her body may have been attractive to Amber, but what made
the teenager think she could ever agree to such a thing. How in
heaven could they ever be together?

Mrs. Brooks thought to herself, "Of course, I didn't really
discourage her. It's not like I rushed to cover myself when I stood
over there in a towel. Plus I acted so eager to go to the waterpark
with her. What was I thinking??? But it's not my fault! She's a young
lady, with feelings for other women and she's probably horny as Hell.
She just got her hopes up is all. And Michelle!! What kind of advice
is she giving the girl?!? I should have realized something was wrong
when Amber was getting all weird and acting like all bitchy. That's
exactly how Michelle acted when we were younger."

"Michelle" ... Lindy's thoughts then turned to her old friend. She
never told anyone, but she had always harbored a crush on her
childhood buddy. When she first met Michelle, she had immediately
fallen for her. She never did anything, because she was fully aware
that Michelle could never feel the same way for her. She had always
held out hope that the marriage would Alex fail and Michelle would
come looking for a shoulder to cry on. But that was years ago and she
had gotten married herself ... as great as that had turned out, but
that was a story unto itself. There had never been any sign of
turbulence in the Wilson marriage and as such Lindy had long ago
given up any hope of ending up with her forbidden crush.

When she saw Amber walk into the kitchen on that afternoon, Mrs.
Brooks had been surprised by how much she looked like her mother. She
looked almost exactly as she remembered Michelle all those years ago.
When she joked with her friend about running off with her daughter,
she wasn't serious, however ... the thought had crossed her mind.
Amber was very different from her mother in many other ways though.
She loved sports, she definitely wasn't the naughty little delinquent
her mother was in her youth, and she was incredibly sweet and
sensitive. "I definitely could have very well fallen in love with
her ... if only she was older." Mrs. Brooks sighed.

Still, Amber was fourteen years old and well into puberty. At Amber's
age, with her already apparent sex drive, she could be an incredible
lover.

Mrs. Brooks soon discovered she was fingering her clitoris under her
nightgown. The covers were still over her, but her right hand was
busy stimulating her dripping pussy. Out of shame, she stopped what
she was doing and laid still, staring at the ceiling. It soon became
increasingly difficult to ignore the warm sensation between her legs.
It had been quite some time since she last had sex, and even longer
since having sex with a woman. These thoughts of Michelle must have
been making her horny.

"No," she thought to herself. "It wasn't thoughts of Michelle. It was
... Amber." When she had felt the teenager's hand on her hip, she
felt some king of connection. When she looked into the girl's eyes,
she had felt an undeniable attraction. She imagined what Amber would
be like as a lover. She would be so young and inexperienced, but so
eager to learn and full of almost limitless energy. Amber was
extremely athletic from her swim training; she could probably keep
going for hours. Who knows what other benefits her training could
offer?

"Awwww, fuck it!" Mrs. Brooks said out loud as she pulled the covers
off herself. Without bothering to remove her frilly nightgown, she
spread her legs and began pleasuring herself. She thrust the middle
and index fingers on her right hand in and out of her cunt while
spreading her lips with her left. She pushed them in faster and
faster, imaging they were Amber's slender digits. Before she could
climax, a twinge of guilt came over her and she abruptly stopped
pleasuring herself.

"I just can't believe I'm doing this," she thought. "She's a fourteen
year old girl, not even an adult yet ... and I'm here masturbating to
thoughts of her."

Mrs. Brooks realized that her feelings of guilt must be similar to
the ones Amber herself must be experiencing. The difference was that
the teenager was thinking about it first, and she had made the first
move. Had it been reversed, would she have had the guts to make the
move on Amber? What would they be doing right this very minute? Mrs.
Brooks put these things out of her mind, pulled the covers back over
herself and tried desperately to go to sleep.

*****

Amber's eyes snapped open. She was having another dream about Mrs.
Brooks. It was almost a perfect dream, but that's all it was ...
just a dream. In her dream, Mrs. Brooks came to her while she lay
sleeping on the couch. The woman was naked, of course. Amber didn't
move at all, she just let the older woman climb onto the couch and
straddle her. While they began to embrace, Amber cried out in
passion. She yelled all sorts of nasty things making the girl's
blood boil. It was silly and not very realistic but it seems so
real anyway.

"Damn it's hot it here tonight." Amber said out loud. She threw the
covers off herself in hopes that it would help cool her down. She let
her head sink back onto her pillow and she closed her eyes trying to
drift off to sleep.

Crreeeeeak

Amber's eyes snapped open once again. What was that sound? It sounded
like a floorboard over by the stairs. Was someone sneaking around
down here?

Amber raised her head up and peered over the back of the couch.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, with the light of from the
hallway illuminating behind her, was Mrs. Brooks. She was dressed in
a lavender see-through nightie. It was frilly and girlish, something
from out of a model magazine. It covered virtually nothing of her
body above her thighs. That didn't matter, because the light from the
hallway was shining straight through it. The material was so thin,
that the woman's naked form was clearly visible. It gave the effect
of her being surrounding by an almost supernatural violet light. Mrs.
Brooks' long, black hair lay loosely down over her shoulders and
back. She had a wicked, seductive smile on her face.

Not believing what she was seeing, or daring to believe, Amber looked
back up at the ceiling. She could sense the woman moving across the
room towards him. Mrs. Brooks was slowly beginning to open her lacy
nightgown, undressing slowly as she walked towards him.

Amber closed her eyes and thought to herself, "Another dream, just a
dream. You're still dreaming."

"You're not dreaming Amber." Mrs. Brooks whispered, as if reading the
girl's mind.

When Mrs. Brooks reached the couch, she reached out and took Amber by
the hand. "You should be in bed, young lady." she winked.

Amber couldn't speak; she was in a daze as she followed Mrs. Brooks'
naked form back up the stairs to her room. She allowed herself to be
laid out on her bed in her familiar surroundings. Amber felt her
panties sliding down around her thighs and watched as they were
tossed to the floor. Soon afterward her pink top was up over her
chest, down along her arms and tossed beside her panties.

Crouching at the foot of the bed, Mrs. Brooks began crawling across
the bed like a cat and onto Amber's legs. Amber looked up at the
older woman's large breasts. She had seen naked woman before to be
sure, at the pool showers, but she decided that there's were the best
looking breasts she had ever seen. Amber continued to eye Mrs. Brooks
up and down, admiring the black hair that framed her face and the
similar hair that covered her pussy.

As Mrs. Brooks leaned in they kissed for several long minutes
enjoying the taste of each other's warm mouths, flicking out their
tongues to tease and arouse each other.

Mrs. Brooks slipped her hands down to fondle Amber's firm breasts,
kissing the girl fiercely, their tongues starting massaging each
other. Amber moaned between Mrs. Brooks' parted lips, she extended
her tongue and licked the woman's flushed left cheek. Mrs. Brooks
kissed the girl's throat, pressing her nose into teenager's warm,
sweet-smelling, blonde hair. Moving her head down, Mrs. Brooks began
licking Amber's flat tummy, kissing between the budding mounds of the
young girls teenage breasts. Amber combed her lean fingers through
the woman's silken hair while Mrs. Brooks nibbled on her stiffening
nipples, gently suckling upon her tingling buds. Feeling the wet
circles being licked around her swollen areola, Amber whimpered and
bit her lower lip. In return, she stroked Mrs. Brooks' soft black
mane and cooed blissfully.

"Mmmmmm ... do you like this Amber?" Mrs. Brooks asked, purring the
words softly.

Barely able to speak, Amber responded "Mmmmhmmm ... yes! D-Don't S-
Stop."

Mrs. Brooks laughed slightly as she said, "I won't, Sweetie. But here
..."

Seeing that Amber was fixated on her bare chest, Mrs. Brooks reached
up and took the girl's hand and then placed it on her left breast. It
felt just like Amber imagined it would, her skin was as smooth as
silk.

Mrs. Brooks giggled a bit. "Have you ever felt another woman's breast
before?" she asked.

"Well ... yes ... But not like this." Amber managed.

"Really? Whose?"

"Well ... I don't ..."

"Come'on, you can tell me Sweetie." Mrs. Brooks urged.

"Well, when Amy and I were wrestling once ... I felt her." Amber
admitted.

"Oh! Such a naughty child. I was going to fuck you ... but now I
don't think I will." Mrs. Brooks teased.

"W-what? Wait!" Amber started.

"I'm just testing you, silly girl ... Get with it."

"Oh my God ... don't do that!" Amber laughed.

The two kissed again, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Amber was surprised that her movements seemed so natural to her. The
sensations and tingles she felt touching Mrs. Brooks' breasts, ass,
and back were far, far better than she could ever imagine.

"Oh, you're so tight Sweetheart," Mrs. Brooks said as she slowly slid
a finger into Amber's young pussy. Amber idly ran her hand through
the woman's hair and then down her cheek.

"Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh." Amber moaned as Mrs. Brooks pushed a second
finger into her trembling slit.

"Ohhh, honey," Mrs. Brooks moaned in agreement.

Looking into each other's eyes as they moaned in unison, Mrs. Brooks
bent forward engaging Amber's lips with a deep, passionate kiss.
Deeper and deeper the kiss went, tongues exploring and clashing. Mrs.
Brooks nipped gently at the girl's full lower lip and whispered words
of encouragement.

As their desires rose once more, Mrs. Brooks moved her hand down
Amber's body once again seeking the wet, warm place she knew would be
eagerly waiting for her. The older woman's fingers slid easily
through the pale, blonde curls and into Amber. The teenager gasped at
the sensation created by being filled so incredibly by her crush.
Amber began to whimper as the woman moved her hand in and out,
matching Mrs. Brooks' rhythm with the thrusting of her own hips.

Suddenly Amber's whole body exploded with pleasure and poured out
over the woman's hand. As tension in the girl's body slowly eased,
Mrs. Brooks brought her wet hand up to her mouth and slowly licked
her fingers while Amber watched. Filled with lust by the sight, Amber
felt her blood boil. Sticking her tongue out, Amber and licked at the
woman's left nipple. Mrs. Brooks cooed a little in response. The girl
then moved to the right and began sucking hard on it. Mrs. Brooks
reached up with her right hand and grabbed her breast, feeding it to
Amber.

"That's good, Sweetie. Don't be shy." she said, encouraging Amber to
suckle her tit like a newborn baby.

As Amber's nimble tongue rolled around she managed to ask, "Mrs.
Brooks?"

"Mmm, yes Amber?"

"I- I want to ... I've been wanting to ..."

"Anything, darling."

Without another word, Amber moved to place her face in between the
woman's legs. Instantly knowing what the teenager had in mind, Mrs.
Brooks laid back and spread her legs open.

"I want to ... it's just ... I might not be good at it." Amber
sighed.

"No, oh Sweetie, you could never be wrong at something like this."
Mrs. Brooks said as she brushed a strand of blonde hair behind the
girl's ear. "Just do it like you'd like it done to you."

Strengthened by what she was told, Amber used one hand to hold Mrs.
Brooks' pussy lips open. With the other, she reached up to caress the
woman's breasts. Mrs. Brooks' nipples were large and stiff with
excitement. Amber rolled a nipple in her fingers and she moved her
head forward. The musky odor of the older woman's pussy filled
Amber's nostrils as she moved closer and closer. Mrs. Brooks' was
wet, her pussy glistened with moisture. Amber tentatively reached out
with her tongue and placed it on the woman's swollen clit.

Mrs. Brooks placed her hands on the girl's neck and shoulders and
then moved one hand up through Amber's damp hair. She caressed
Amber's shoulder in response to the girl's kisses on her pussy. Each
time Amber moved her tongue up, Mrs. Brooks would stoke up; each time
Amber moved her tongue down, Mrs. Brooks would move her caress down
the girl's shoulder.

Slowly the caresses moved out of time with Amber's attentions. It
took Amber a moment, but she soon realized that the older woman was
directing her how to lick more effectively. Amber tried it again,
Mrs. Brooks moved her hand in a slow circular motion, and so the girl
also moved her tongue in a slow circular motion around the woman's
clit. This brought forth a low moan, almost a purr, from Mrs. Brooks.

Mrs. Brooks pulled Amber's head tighter to her pussy and sped up the
movement of her hands. Amber tried to keep up as best she could with
her tongue. Her young, untrained tongue was getting tired. She
secretly wondered if she would have to add tongue exercises to her
daily swim workouts.

By now, Mrs. Brooks was practically fucking Amber's face. She pressed
her pussy hard against the blonde's mouth and bucked her hips in a
frantic motion. "Lick me, Amber. Lick my cunt," Mrs. Brooks whispered
in a soft voice. "Lick me, Sweetie. L-ohh, ohhhhhhh."

As if instinctively sensing Mrs. Brooks' coming orgasm, Amber
continued to press her tongue against the woman's black haired pussy.
Her inexperienced tongue was just about ready to turn numb.

"S-s-suck. Suck!" was all Mrs. Brooks could manage.

Amber was a quick learner and she quickly opened her mouth as wide as
she could and pulled her tongue back in. She then clamped her mouth
down over the entire top portion of Mrs. Brooks' pussy and then
pursed her lips around the aching clit. The teenager then started
sucking hard on while only occasionally flicking her tongue.

"Suck me, Amber! That feels so good," Mrs. Brooks screamed. "I, I'm
gonna cum! Ohhh yes, lick me!" The woman straightened her legs out
quickly several times, kicking in involuntary orgasmic contractions
and then wrapped them around Amber's neck.

Mrs. Brooks laid back, limp from climax. Amber moved up to suck
softly on the woman's breasts. They were heaving as the woman gasped
for air.

"Oh my God." Amber gasped.

"I know." Mrs. Brooks panted.

"Oh, no ... I mean Mom!" Amber said through gritted teeth. The
teenager realized that all the commotion would have definitely roused
her mother.

"W-what? *pant* No Sweetie, your parents are taking a vacation. It's
just you and me in the house."

"I think this is too good to be true." Amber said as she lied down on
top of Mrs. Brooks' warm body. She held the woman closely and then
kissed her hungrily.

The taste of herself in Amber's mouth was heavenly and Mrs. Brooks
probed for intensely to savor each second of the moment. "Believe
it." she thought to herself. The two held each other in their arms
for what seemed like an eternity before falling asleep.

*****

Amber sat up quickly in her bed early the next morning. Where was
Mrs. Brooks? The girl looked around for signs of her, but she clearly
wasn't in the room. Had everything just been a dream? It must have
been. It was simply to too good to be true. A dream was all it ever
could be.

"Dammit!" Amber said out loud in frustration as her head hit the
pillow. She raised her hands to her face and ran them across and back
up to her hair. "Why couldn't that all have been real?"

Amber decided to jump right into the shower. The whole time, she
hummed her favorite tune. Maybe it had been a dream! But WHAT a
dream, she had made love to the most gorgeous woman on the planet.
But ... had it really been a dream. The question kept turning up in
her mind over and over.

"I've got to talk to Mrs. Brooks." Amber finally decided.
After getting dressed, Amber descended the stairs to the main floor.
As she approached the kitchen, she once again heard two voices
chatting.

"Hey there you are! Geez Amber, were you going to sleep all day?"

Amber immediately recognized her friend Amy sitting at the kitchen
table. A look of confusion spread across her face as she came to a
stop and cocked her head to the side.

Mrs. Brooks stood by the stove stirring some scrambled eggs.  The
woman turned down the heat and turned to greet Amber, "Well there you
are! I was just about to come get you. Breakfast it almost ready."

"Amy? Where did you come from!?" Amber said in bewilderment.

"I came over to see if you wanted to go do some laps at the pool
today," explained Amy. "I knocked for 10 minutes until Mrs. Brooks
answered the door. We`ve just been talking."

"I-I see," Amber stammered. "but where's Mom?"

"Amber," said Mrs. Brooks as she buttered some toast. "I told you
last night! Your Dad came home early and the two of them went away
for a couple days."

"God, girl! Were you up too late last night or something?" Amy
giggled.

"Y-yeah," Amber said as she sat down at the table. "must have been a
little late for me."

With the way Mrs. Brooks was acting, Amber still couldn`t tell either
way whether anything had happened between them. There was nothing
different about the woman. She looked and acted like she always did.
She was as friendly as ever to Amber, but gave no sign, no hint that
they had actually had a secret rendezvous the previous night.

"Now Amber, you can`t just poke at those eggs." Mrs. Brooks finally
said. "You're such a naughty girl."

With that, Amber looked up at the woman. Mrs. Brooks smiled and gave
her a quick wink.

"So do you want to hit the pool or not?" Amy asked.

"Uh, well I ..." Amber started.

"Of course you do!" Mrs. Brooks said. "I've got some things to take
care of this afternoon so after breakfast you two can go have fun."

"Ok! I'm just going to go call my mom and tell her the plan." said
Amy.

"Go up and use the phone in the master bedroom, honey." Mrs. Brooks
said pointing Amy the way to the stairs.

"Sure, be right back."

As Amy left the room, Amber took advantage of being left alone with
Mrs. Brooks.

"Oh my God. Do you know how nerve wracking it was, wondering all day
long if it really happened?" Amber asked.

"Wondering if what happened?" Mrs. Brooks teased.

"Not funny. You had me thinking everything we did last night was a
dream." Amber blurted.

"Settle down, Amber. Do you want Amy to hear our conversation?" Mrs.
Brooks pointed out.

Amber shut up hurriedly, realizing her mistake.

"I was just ... seeing how you would react. I think you were too
cute. When I saw how dazed you were just now, I figured I should let
my little game end." Mrs. Brooks explained.

"Is that all this is to you? A game? In case you didn't realize it,
you mean a lot to me and I hope I'm not some kind of toy you're going
to throw away when you getting tired of me. You know, getting a
quickie from your best friend's daughter." Amber said harshly.

"Shhhhh!! Be quiet! I'm sorry. I'm sorry alright? But this isn't the
place to talk about this. When you're done swimming with Amy, come
home and come up to your room. Until then, just act normal, okay?"

"Ok, alright." said Amber, leaving it at that.

*****

Amber rushed home that afternoon after a hurried workout at the pool.
She stood outside the door to her room and soon gave it a light
knock. There was no response, so she knocked a little louder.

"Come in, Amber." she heard Mrs. Brooks say softly from the other
side of the door.

Amber opened the door and stepped into the room. The window was
obstructed with a heavy blanket making the room completely dark. She
closed the door behind her and fumbled for the light switch.
When she finally found it and the light illuminated the room, she saw
a sight that caused her to hear her heart beating in her ears. Mrs.
Brooks was lying on the bed, her arms were draped across the
headboard and her legs were spread apart, bent at the knees. With one
crooked finger, the woman signaled to the teenager "come over here."
The look on Mrs. Brooks' face gave Amber no doubt in his mind what
she wanted.

Amber was undressed by the time she reached the bed and the two were
soon locked in a demanding kiss. As Mrs. Brooks lifted her head and
moved her lips away from Amber's for a moment to draw in air she felt
her head become captured between two small hands that refused to let
her withdraw any further. Startled by the restraint, Mrs. Brooks
looked into the teenager's face with a question on her lips that was
never asked. Two anxious blue eyes sparkled back at her with a look
that stopped the woman's heart cold and heated her to the very soles
of her feet. Mrs. Brooks felt her mouth pulled back towards the now
eager mouth that awaited her.

Amber kept nothing from Mrs. Brooks, letting her know with ravishing,
searing kisses how much she wanted the older woman. Mrs. Brooks'
tongue insisted on entrance into the girl's sweet mouth, forcing her
way in before Amber understood what was demanded of her. The intimate
taste of their tongues entwining and exploring one another allayed
Amber's brief moment of faint fear that she wasn`t living up to Mrs.
Brooks` expectations.

The power of Amber's kisses bordered on the edge of punishing Mrs.
Brooks' mouth. Although Amber was, at the moment, the aggressor in
their embrace Mrs. Brooks was not passive. Completely at the mercy of
Amber's young mouth she did not attempt to make her stand there but
instead used her hands to explore the soft contours and curves of the
young teenage body. Mrs. Brooks' hands slid down Amber's the long,
firm back and stopped briefly at her tight, adolescent buttocks.
Amber felt her mounded flesh being grasped tightly and whimpered
lightly.

"Amber," Mrs. Brooks said with a sly smile. "I got something for you
today."

"You did? What is it?"

Reaching over to the side of the bed, Mrs. Brooks pulled out a black
leather belt and a large pink dildo. Amber's eyes widened as she eyes
the rubber toy.

"See? It's shaped like a dolphin." Mrs. Brooks giggled as she slid
the belt around Amber's waist and pulled another strap up between the
girl's legs. Amber felt the harness being buckled and could soon feel
the rubber phallus resting against her fervent clit. Mrs. Brooks
bounced the dildo up and down for a moment to give Amber a vibration
of pleasure.

"Mrs. Brooks?" Amber said with an inquisitive look.

"Take me, Amber" Mrs. Brooks said. "I want you to fuck me."

The older woman took a position on her back and pulled the girl
forward. Amber clumsily but willingly entered Mrs. Brooks, hearing
the older woman give out a gasp of delight.

"Now like this Sweetheart." Mrs. Brooks said as she used both her
hands to guide Amber's hips up and down, just as she did previously
while the girl was licking her. Mrs. Brooks pulled Amber towards her
and enjoyed the weight of the teenager on top of her as they fucked.
The two women kissed and hugged each other tightly as they grinded
their hips. Amber began to vary her thrustings every couple of
minutes, keeping Mrs. Brooks guessing as to what was coming next.
Long, slow, easy thrusts for a couple moments, then a series of quick
shallow thrusts, and then some hard deep thrusts that took their
breath away. Mrs. Brooks' large breasts crushed against Amber's as
they moaned and moved as one person.

"Ohhhh," Amber cooed, "*pant* Mrs. Brooks? Why are you doing this
with me? Not THIS, but why did you come to me last night? You were so
upset at the waterpark."

"Well," Mrs. Brooks started to explain while Amber's hips still
surged slowly, "I thought about you that night and realized how
attractive I had always thought you were. Of course, I never dreamed
of doing anything. You were far too young.

"I still am too young. You said it yourself. You've known me since I
was a baby. Why would you take this kind of chance?" Amber asked.

"To be honest Amber, you remind me of someone I once loved ... someone
I was too afraid to take a chance with. I always regretted that
mistake, and I realized I shouldn't let a good thing pass me by
again. I'll always be older than you ... but, I think we should just
enjoy the moments we have right now."

Amber just nodded and kissed Mrs. Brooks on the chest.
"Now ..." Mrs. Brooks said, "I'm all yours. What do you want to do to
me?"

Amber thought for a moment and then asked, "C-Could you get on your
hands and knees?"

Without a word, Mrs. Brooks went into the position on the bed and
looked over her shoulder at the girl. Amber looked down at what she
considered to be a perfect ass and just marveled at its beauty.

"Go ahead, Sweetie. I think I know what you have in mind."

Amber scooted up behind the woman and positioned the dildo to the
opening of her ass. Mrs. Brooks seemed to tense up for a moment and
then took a deep breath. "The girl certainly knows what she wants."
Mrs. Brooks thought to herself as she forced herself to relax. Amber
used this cue to ease the dildo into the older woman ever so slowly.

"Now that's a very sensitive spot, honey. So just try to take it easy
on me." Mrs. Brooks said.

"I will, Mrs. Brooks." Amber said quietly.

Amber slowly pushed the dildo in further and hoped that Mrs. Brooks
would tell her if she went to fast or too deep. Mrs. Brooks just
reached back and with one hand grabbed one of Amber's hands. Bring
the hand forward she placed it on her breast. Amber leaned over and
could easily feel how hard the woman's nipple was.

Amber slowly began to move her hips forward and backward. Mrs. Brooks
still didn't say anything; so she used the pressure on her own clit
as a guide for how far to move the dildo in and out of the woman's
ass. After a few moments, Mrs. Brooks' ass seemed to relax even more
and the pushing got a little easier. Amber took this as a sign to
push just a littler faster. Not much faster, just a little.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes Amber. Fuck me." Mrs. Brooks moan softly as she began
to move in rhythm with the girl's movements.

"Uuunnnngh!" Amber groaned as her pelvis slapped against the woman's
bottom.

Barely able to take the sensation any longer, Mrs. Brooks grabbed a
bit of blanket in her mouth and bit down hard on it. Finally no
longer able to handle it, the older woman let the wad of blanket fall
from her mouth as she let out a loud scream.

"AAAAAAMBERRRRRRRR!!"

The two soon collapsed to the mattress, with Amber still on top, the
dildo still buried deep inside Mrs. Brooks. Amber gave the dolphin a
hard tug and pulled it out of the woman's ass with a loud sloppy pop.
The girl then took off the harness and fell to the bed beside her new
lover.

"Did you like that?" Mrs. Brooks asked.

"Did you?" Amber replied.

"Definitely, you naughty girl."

"I loved it too." Amber said she laid next to Mrs. Brooks, lightly
running her slender fingers through the older woman's pubic hair.

"Then you'll really love this," Mrs. Brooks murmured as she buried
her face in the blonde teenager's wet middle, lapping the warm juices
now running so freely from Amber's golden-furred pussy. Mrs. Brooks
rubbed her nose in the girl's honey blonde curly patch, licking
Amber's still clit, tugging the moist labia with her teeth. Amber
shuddered when she finally felt Mrs. Brooks' tongue dipping into her
inflamed pink pussy. Gnawing her lower lip, Amber whimpered at the
older woman's skillful tonguing.  Mrs. Brooks then snaked her sleek
legs around the young blonde's writhing lower limbs and began
grinding her crotch between Amber's flushed pink thighs. Amber moaned
louder as Mrs. Brooks dark sex kissed her own. The two women melded
together, their luscious legs entwined as they humped each other
faster and faster. Amber's tossed her long, bright hair aside as she
watched Mrs. Brook's bare breasts swaying and bouncing in front of
her.

"Oh! OH! OH! Mrs. Brooks! I-I-I, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

"Yes! Cum with me Sweetie! Cum with meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

Both beauties cried out and climaxed as one.

The two lay there a long time afterwards with Amber's body curled up
against the older woman's, her arms wrapped around Mrs. Brooks as
though to prevent her from suddenly disappearing.

"You know, I don't think I'll be able to sit after what you did to me
tonight." Mrs. Brooks laughed.

"Hey, you told me I could do whatever I wanted." Amber giggled

Mrs. Brooks smiled. "Just consider it repayment for this,"  The older
woman then reached over beside the bed and pulled out the blue
necklace that Amber had given her. "I know how much this means to
your. It was a beautiful gift and I'll never forget it."

"But I told you, it's not worth much," Amber grinned as she lied.

"You little troublemaker." Mrs. Brooks playfully scolded as she
tweaked the teenager's nipple, causing Amber to squeal with pleasure.

"I love you, Mrs. Brooks."

"I know. I love you too."

The two of them exchanged another long kiss, leaving no doubt of
their affection for each other.

THE END ... fow now.


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