Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 11:46:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carolina Beach Summer, (lesbian/adult youth, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
teenaged girl and a woman.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                Carolina Beach Summer
                        By
                       Jan

	What could be more exciting for a 17-year old
girl than the prospect of spending two months on the
Carolina Beach, North Carolina, even if it meant
babysitting two children?  A neighbor couple had
rented a beach home for the summer.  Bill would stay
at home in Jacksonville during the week, and drive
down on weekends.

	Kimberly was a rather tall, 33-year old, dark
haired beautiful woman all of five-foot nine, with a
well proportioned body; a full figured 38-C breasts,
and wide hips.  Her two children were a girl and boy
aged 4 and 2.

	My name is Joan and I was 17-years old and
going into my senior year of high school.  I was five-
foot six, slender and only a 34-B cup at the time.  We
had met at the public tennis courts and became
friends.  We played doubles together if we were not
playing each other.  It was that relationship that
inspired her to ask me if I would like to baby-sit for
her children, during their two months vacation at the
beach.  I idolized her and wanted to be just like her.
I didn't have to think twice before accepting her
offer.  My parents thought it would be a great
adventure for me, and since I would be with a family
known to them, they agreed right away.

	I spent the next couple of weeks packing what I
thought I would need for the two months at the
beach.  When the date arrived for our departure I
was so excited that the drive south on Highway 17,
seemed like an eternity.  The beach house was right
on the Atlantic Ocean.  It was just a short walk down
the sand-dunes to the beach.  The house was old but
warm.  It was weathered, and in need of a good paint
job.  The bathroom was accurate to the time of the
construction of the house.  The kitchen had been
updated a couple of time to satisfy the desires of
various housewives.  The problem was that it was no
longer representative of the thirties and it looked
more like something out of the sixties.  It cried out
for someone to restore it or update it with modern
fixtures like a commercial kitchen and hide a walk in
refrigerator behind wooden doors like an ice-box
from the right age.  At the time the house was built
linoleum floors were only in the homes of the rich.
They had been replaced several times over the years.
Because of the proximity of the ocean and sandy
beach, linoleum was still the cheapest and most
practical floor covering.  There were four bedrooms
in the house.  In the days when some rich person built
the house for a summer retreat, they brought along a
maid to look after the children and do the
housekeeping for them.  So the children's rooms and
the maid's room were on the opposite side of the
house from the master bedroom.

	It may not have been a large bedroom but at
least it was private and clean.  I had smelled the salt
rich air as soon as we were within two miles of the
ocean and I loved the smell of the air in the bedroom.
I put my clothes in the dresser quickly and helped
Kimberly and the children unpack.  The children were
almost uncontrollable with their desire to see the
ocean.  As soon as we could get them into swim-suits,
we had to take them down to the beach.  The 4-year
old girl ran right into the water without any fear.
The 2-year old boy took one look at the waves and
was frightened.  The waves were small but to him
they looked monstrous.  I had to charge into the
water after the girl.  The water was colder than she
expected, but she welcomed the relief from the
humid summer heat.  It was great fun for me.  We
went shopping in the beach town to stock up the
pantry and fridge.  We also hit all of the tourist
spots before the weekend was over.  Bill left Sunday
evening early enough to get home in time to get
enough sleep before returning to work.

	The daily schedule settled in right away.  We
got up with the sun, fed and clothed ourselves before
taking the children down to the beach.  They hardly
ever played in water much deeper than their waists.
They were happy to play in the wet sand, where it was
cool.  Kimberly and I would keep and eye on them
while absorbing the sun.  In those days no one gave
skin cancer a thought.  The goal was to get a golden
tan.  In the same vein, she almost always had a
cigarette between her fingers.  She even allowed me
to smoke too.  I felt so grown up being allowed to
smoke in front of an adult.

	The house had a private deck on the roof.  In
the New England Whaling ports, such decks are called
"Widows Walks."  The neat thing about the deck was
when the children were taking their afternoon nap we
could retreat to the deck where we could sunbath in
our birthday suits.  Heaven forbid we should have tan
lines on our bodies.

	While we were lounging around up there I got a
good look at her naked body.  I found her very
attractive.  I was embarrassed by what I was
thinking.

	Kimberly said, "Joan, would you kindly apply sun
tan lotion on me and I will do you?"

	I almost choked at the thought of rubbing my
hands on her naked body.  I took the bottle of sun
tan lotion and sat down on the side of her recliner as
she rolled over onto her tummy.  She crossed her
arms and placed her cheek on the backs of her hands.
I poured some lotion into my left hand, and rubbed
my hands together.  When I placed my hands on her
shoulders, they felt warm.  I felt her muscles relax
as I rubbed her back.  When I moved down to apply
lotion on her legs, the view of her ass was very
distracting.

	I could hardly swallow as I looked up between
her legs.  Her butt was parted enough for me to see
the dark puckered ring of her asshole, below that was
the swollen bulge of her vulva.  The dark hairs on her
pussy were moist, and her labia protruded like the
meat of a razor clam, sticking out of the shell.  My
hands were trembling as I rubbed the lotion into her
legs, while staring at her crotch.  She never moved an
inch.  When I rubbed the lotion onto her buttocks, I
felt how firm they were.  My hands were still resting
on her ass when she turned over.

	I lifted my hands up as she did so.  My mouth
felt dry as I looked at her body.  Her breasts were
capped by mauve areolas the size of silver dollars.  I
was afraid to touch them.  She was the one to guide
my hands as I rubbed the lotion all over her breasts.
I felt her nipples respond as the palms of my hands
moved her nipples.  I felt her ribs swell as she
breathed.  This time when I started on the fronts of
her legs I was looking right at the triangle of dark
hair on her vulva.  My hands were shaking long before
my hands reached her upper legs.  Kim was the one to
take hold of my hand and place it right on her pussy.
I was too scared to do anything.

	Kim sat up, and announced; "Now it is your turn
for me to grease you up."

	She made room for me to lie down on my tummy,
and took the bottle from me.  She poured a generous
amount of lotion on my back and started rubbing it all
over my back.  Then she moved to the foot of the
lounge and started on my legs, just as I had done her.
When she started applying lotion to my ass, she even
ran her fingers between the cheeks of my ass.  When
her fingertip touched my asshole I almost peed.  She
was the one to tell me to turn over.

	The way she applied lotion to my breasts you
would think she was molding clay.  I could not believe
how thrilling it was.  She stopped suddenly and went
down to my legs and worked her way up to my crotch.
She used her longest finger to rub my clit until I
actually climaxed.  We hugged and kissed after I
recovered.

	We made it a daily practice to sunbath together
and we masturbated each other.  She had found out I
was no virgin by sticking her finger into my vagina.  I
told her about allowing a few boys to fuck me.  The
first had been painful, but he did not stop until he
had cum.  It was over quickly and left me frustrated.
The other guys had cum fast too, but a couple had at
least masturbated me until I climaxed.

	One night she came into my bedroom late at
night and she pulled the covers off of my body.  I
slept in an oversized Atlanta Falcons football jersey.
She pulled it up and started kissing my body.  I had
heard about oral sex but had never experienced it
before.  When Kim spread my legs and held onto my
thighs before she blew her breath onto my pussy
hairs, I could not keep my ass still.  Kim drove me to
distraction with her tongue.  I never knew anything
could feel so exciting.

	Weekends were boring when Bill was around.
We did do some shopping together.  Kim delighted in
feeling me up in public to embarrass me.  During the
week she made love to me with her hands and mouth.
The vacation was half over the night she took me to
her bed, took her place on the bed and summoned me
to a place between her legs.  I knew what she wanted
without being told.

	I placed my hands on her soft inner thighs and
felt the heat of her body.  I could not believe how
much the smell of her wet pussy hairs excited me.  I
parted her pussy lips and looked at her cunt for a
long time.  She grew impatient and grabbed the back
of my head and pulled my face into her gaping pussy.
I used my tongue like Kim had used hers on my pussy.
By the end of the vacation I would do anything she
wanted.  I hated the summer coming to an end, and
having to go home.

	I could not spend too much time with Kim or our
relationship might be discovered.  To satisfy my
desires I started seeking out other girls that were
reputed to be lesbians.  That became my way of life,
publicly I was a straight young lady but privately I
had a circle of girlfriends with whom I relived the
night with Kimberly.



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