Date: Thu, 09 Feb 2006 03:03:18 -0500
From: Emma Star <emmastar456@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Caroline and the Lavine Girls - Chapter 1"     Lesbian, Adult Youth

***One***

My story begins on a hot, summer day in July, when I was home for the long
break between my freshman and sophomore year of college.  I live in a gated
community in Southern California that offers, among other things,
lifeguarded pools for all residents.  Since my family doesn't have our own
pool, I usually come to this one to cool off or lie in the sun, depending on
what I'm in the mood for.

As I was lying on one of the long pool chairs, sunning myself, I heard the
familiar creak of the gate to the pool area opening and looked over to see
who was coming.  I saw a brunette woman, in her mid to late 30's, wearing a
sky blue two-piece bathing suit, a wrap-around skirt, and sandals walking
into the pool area with two little girls.  One looked to be around 12-14
years old.  She was brunette, like her mother, but with a body that had just
begun to bloom into womanhood.  She was wearing a shimmery black bikini and
sandals.  The second girl was much younger, perhaps 8 or so, and blonde.
She had on a red one-piece.  All three of them were very beautiful and I
watched them as they moved towards some pool chairs across the water from
me.

The girls put down their towels and quickly moved to the shallow end of the
pool to get in the water.  Their mother, meanwhile, turned so that her back
was facing me and removed the skirt she was wearing, revealing a firm butt.
She turned back around and seemed to notice me looking at her.  Our eyes
locked for a moment and she smiled at me.  I smiled back and continued to
watch her as she prepared to sun herself as well.

As I lay on my back with my eyes closed, I could almost sense being watched.
  I opened my eyes behind my sunglasses and looked at the mother across the
pool from me.  She was watching me quite intently.  I was enjoying the
feeling of being admired and I wanted to show off.  So I rolled on to my
back and let her see my ass through my yellow bikini bottoms.  After a few
moments of this, I looked back at her, lowered my sunglasses, and smiled
knowingly.  The mother, probably realizing that I was aware of her staring
at me, looked away hurriedly.

She was embarassed but I was just starting to have fun.  I've always been
something of an exhibitionist so I was delighting in this older woman
admiring me.  I took off my sunglasses and stood up at the edge of the pool,
facing her.  I just stood there, waiting, until at last she turned and
looked at me.  I gave her a moment to take in the splendor of my enormous
34DDD breasts barely restrained by the thin material of my bikini top.  When
at last the mother looked at me, I smiled again, and struck a little pose.
It was subtle, so that no one else at the pool would notice, but the mother
beamed at the sight.

With that, I dove into the water, swam across to her side of the pool and
moved towards the ladder.  I climbed out slowly, letting the little rivulets
of water run off my body, and of course giving the mother plenty of time to
admire me as I ascended the steel ladder out of the pool.  As she watched
me, I saw her legs move, as if she were rubbing her thighs together.  We
smiled at each other again, then I turned and walked back towards my chair,
making sure to use my sexiest walk so that my ass would wriggle just right.
I looked over my shoulder at her as I walked.  She was watching me without
the slightest trace of discretion now.

When I reached my chair again, I picked up my towel and my bag of various
pool items, and walked back towards the woman.  She seemed almost surprised
to see me coming, but not unhappily so.  I motion to the chair next to hers
and asked, "May I sit here?"

"Go right ahead," she replied cheerfully.

"Thanks," I said, and began spreading my towel out on the chair.  The entire
time, I kept my back towards the woman I had just met, and I was bent over
at the waist with my butt right in front of her.  I took my sweet ass time
(pardon the pun) and then sat down on the chair beside her.

"My name is Ellen Lavine," she said, offering me her hand.

"I'm Caroline," I said, taking it.  We shook hands and even let the
handshake linger a bit longer than was really necessary.

"Nice to meet you," Mrs. Lavine said.  "We just moved here this week.  This
is our first time coming to the pool.  It's very nice."

"Are those your girls?" I asked, pointing.

"Yes.  The older one is Meghan.  She's 13.  The little one is Kerry.  She's
turning 9 next month."

"They're gorgeous."

"Thank you.  Their father and I split up three years ago and I was just
offered a job down here so I decided to take it.  How about you?  Are you in
school?"

"I go to school in Boston," I told her.  "I just finished my freshman year
and now I'm home for the summer."

"Do you like it out there?"

"Yeah, I do.  It's a lot of fun."

For a minute or two, we didn't say anything.  We just watched as Meghan and
Kerry splashed around in the water together.  I was impressed by how good
Meghan was with her little sister.  It was clear that the two of them were
very close to each other, despite the age difference of five years between
them.  Sensing that the conversation had stalled, I decided to change
directions.  I asked Mrs. Lavine if she wanted me to rub suntan lotion on
her back, to which she immediately agreed.  She turned over on to her
stomach and I moved into position.

I squirted the lotion on to her back and began slowly working it into her
skin.  First, I did her shoulders and arms, pausing to give her shoulders a
quick massage.  Mrs. Lavine murmured how good it felt.  Then I moved down to
her back, between the two pieces of her bikini, and worked the lotion there.

"Mrs. Lavine, would you mind if I undid your top so you won't get a tan
line?" I asked.

"No, I don't mind," she whispered.

I unclasped her top and then applied lotion to the areas which had been
covered.  Then I moved down and began to apply the lotion to her long,
elegant legs.  I took my time, making sure every inch was perfectly coated.
As I moved up to her thighs, I massaged more slowly, and deeper as well.  I
shamelessly worked all the way up to the crease at the bottom of her butt
before I was finished.

"You have a wonderful touch," she said to me.

"Your skin is so smooth," I told her.

"You're a very beautiful girl, Caroline."

"Thank you," I said, blushing.

"Say, would you like to come over to my house tonight for dinner with me and
the girls?"

"I'd love to!" I said, without a moment's hesitation.

At that moment, both Meghan and Kerry came walking over.  They were dripping
wet and cold, despite the heat, and their mother gave them both towels.  As
they dried off, Mrs. Lavine introduced me to both of her daughters.  Kerry
seemed fascinated by me and asked me all kinds of questions.  Meghan,
meanwhile, seemed unable to take her eyes off my breasts and stared at them
in amazement.  I didn't say anything to her at first.  I was enjoying the
attention and her expression was priceless.  Finally, after a few minutes of
this, I said to her, "Close your mouth, you'll swallow a bug."

Kerry giggled at this, but Meghan blushed, and apologized.

"Sorry," she said.

"It's not a big deal," I told her.  "I'm used to people staring at them."

"But they're so BIG," she said in awe.

"Meghan!" scolded Mrs. Lavine.

"It's OK," I said.  "Yours are already coming in nicely, Meghan.  They'll be
pretty big too when you're my age."

"How about me?" Kerry asked.

"I think it's too early to tell yet, sweetie," said Mrs. Lavine.

The conversation turned away from breasts as Mrs. Lavine told her daughters
that I would be coming over for dinner.  They were both excited at the
prospect.  We talked for a while longer until I informed them that I had to
go meet my mother for lunch.  I said goodbye and Kerry even gave me a hug
and a kiss on the cheek.  I walked home, bouncing with expectation for the
night.

***Two***

I arrived at the Lavine household later that evening, dressed in a pair of
cut off jean shorts and a white tank top that was low-cut enough to reveal
an ample amount of cleavage.  I knocked on the door and Mrs. Lavine smiled
warmly and invited me inside.  We went to the back porch where the girls
were minding the propane grill on which a banquet of hot dogs, hamburgers,
and grilled chicken was being prepared.

Kerry was so happy to see me that she ran and gave me a hug.  I knelt down
so that we would be at the same level and put my arms around her skinny,
little body.  I said hello to Meghan as well, whose eyes I'd notice widen
when she saw me in the tank top.  She was actually dressed almost the same
as I was while Kerry was wearing a yellow sundress that showed off her tiny
legs that seemed to glisten when the sun hit her peach fuzz just right.

After we ate, we all sat around and talked until it got dark.  Meghan told
me all about her school and how much she enjoyed being the "top dog" at
middle school, since she was in eighth grade and among the oldest class.  I
asked her if she had any boyfriends but she blushed and admitted she didn't.
  Kerry, meanwhile, was talking a mile a minute about the wonders of third
grade and how much fun it was going to be.

Once the sun went down, we all went inside to watch a movie.  Mrs. Lavine
offered me a glass of wine and I told her I wasn't old enough to drink yet,
but she gave me one anyway.  One turned into two and nearly three.  Needless
to say, I was a little tipsy when the time came to put Kerry to bed.  I was
surprised when she asked if I would come up to give her a hug and kiss
goodnight, but I gladly accepted.

Kerry changed into her pajamas and then crawled into bed.  I came to her
room and sit down on the bed beside her, stroking her blonde hair.  We
talked for a few minutes until Mrs. Lavine said it was time for lights out.
Kerry gave me a hug and then, to my surprise, a quick peck on the lips.  She
repeated this with her mother and then we went back downstairs with Meghan.

A bit later, Meghan announced that she was feeling tired as well, and was
going to bed.  She didn't ask me to say goodnight but I went upstairs
anyway.  I waited in the hall while Mrs. Lavine sat on her daughter's bed,
gave her a kiss, and turned off the lights.  Mrs. Lavine stepped out of her
daughter's room, closed the door behind her, and turned back to face me.

Before she could say a word, my lips were on hers, kissing her fiercely.
She was so startled that she backed into the door of Meghan's room but she
made no effort to resist.  I grabbed her ass and pulled her groin against
mine as our tongues hungrily explored one another's mouths.

"What was that?" Meghan called from inside her room.

"Nothing," said Mrs. Lavine as I proceeded to kiss her neck.  "I just
tripped and bumped into the door.  Goodnight."

"Goodnight," said Meghan sleepily.

Mrs. Lavine and I stepped into the hall, kissing on the mouth once again,
and mashing our breasts together.  She didn't seem to care that she was
standing in between her two daughters' bedrooms and, frankly, neither did I.
  I was in heaven kissing this beautiful, mature woman and at last giving in
to the urges that had been building within both of us all day.

I finally broke the kiss and looked deeply into Mrs. Lavine's eyes.  She
looked back into mine and I'm sure she could tell that mine were burning
with the same intensity as hers.  I began to quickly unbutton her blouse
until it fell away to the floor.  I kissed my way from her neck to her
shoulderblades and finally down her chest.  I kissed and sucked her breasts
through the cloth of her bra, moving from one breast to the other, working
the free one with my hand and making Mrs. Lavine gasp in hushed excitement.

When I pulled away, Mrs. Lavine reached behind her back and unhooked her bra
and slid it from her shoulders.  Despite her age, her C-cup breasts still
looked exquisite, with large pink nipples that begged to be pinched and
sucked.  I smiled at her seductively, then reached to the hem of my tank
top, and began to slowly pull it up over my stomach, teasing her with my
gradual movements.  Finally, I pulled the tank top all the way off,
revealing my girls in all their glory.  Mrs. Lavine moaned just looking at
them and greedily began to squeeze them.

"God, they are gorgeous," she said.

"I'm glad you like them," I replied with a smile.

I sat down on the carpeted hallway floor and urged Mrs. Lavine to join me.
She looked nervously at the two doors on either side of her, but I grabbed
her hand, and forcefully put it against my left breast.  That seemed to
dispel any inhibitions she had.  She knelt down on the floor beside me and
began to eagerly suck on my nipples.  I placed my hand on the back of her
head, gently urging her along as she flicked her tonge against my painfully
erect nipples.  She swirled her tongue around my large areolas, then down to
my belly button.

She returned her face to mine and we began to kiss again.  So passionate and
intense was our kissing that I completely lost track of time and, for all I
know, it could have been hours that passed.  I began to notice, however,
that my pussy was dripping wet and I couldn't hold out much longer without
feeling Mrs. Lavine's fingers and tongue inside me.

I reached for the fly of her khaki pants and begun unfastening it.  Catching
the hint, she began to undo mine, and we were so horny that we actually
spent a minute fumbling to get one another's pants off.  Once my zipper was
down, I eagerly pulled my shorts off my tanned legs until I was wearing
nothing but a tiny, red thong.  Mrs. Lavine pulled off her khakis to reveal
white panties that were so wet I could see the hair beneath through the
material.

We kissed again, this time while fingering each other through the material
of our underwear.  Then I stood up and Mrs. Lavine looked up at my huge
breasts looming over her with awe.  Then she turned her attention to my
thong and slowly pulled it down, revealing my neatly trimmed bush
underneath.  I stepped out of the thong and stood totally naked before this
lovely woman.  She gently turned me around with her hands so she could get a
closer look at my well-toned ass.  She pressed her cheek against it and
sighed erotically, then turned me back around.

"Lie down again," she said.

"You look hungry, Mrs. Lavine," I told her.

"Famished," she replied.

"And what is it you want to eat?"

"Some yummy teenage pussy," she replied.

Giggling, I sat back down on the carpet, then I laid down on my back with my
knees in the air.  Mrs. Lavine wasted no time crawling between my legs and
bury her nose in my sopping pussy.  She inhaled deeply and then exhaled
slowly, shivering with pleasure at the smell of my sex.  She parted my lips
with her fingers until she found my clit and began to flick her tongue
against it.  Electricity surged from my vagina to the rest of my body and I
began to shake, almost violently.  I closed my thighs around Mrs. Lavine's
head but that didn't stop her as she eagerly lapped at my pussy.

My body twisted and writhed.  My back arched.  My toes curled.  I was in
heaven as Mrs. Lavine feasted on me.  I squeezed my breasts together and
pinched my nipples to heighten the sensation.

One of Mrs. Lavine's hands was sqeezing my right ass cheek and I felt it
moving under my pussy.  A finger dug in between my ass cheeks and poked
against my butthole.  Slowly, she worked it inside me, stimulating me in
both orafices.  I knew my orgasm was coming but, when it hit, it was more
like a hurricane than an orgasm.  I could feel the juices literally pour of
me and into her mouth.

When the storm finally ended, I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling.
  I couldn't move.  I couldn't speak.  My breasts rose up and down in steady
heaves as I tried to breathe normally.  Mrs. Lavine, having satiated herself
on my cum, straddled my stomach and fondled my breasts while I recuperated.

"How was that?" she asked.

"That was divine, Mrs. Lavine," I said with a smile.

"I hope the finger up your butt wasn't too much," she said.

"It was wonderful," I told her.  "Don't worry.  I'm very anal . . . but in a
good way."

"I can tell," she replied.

We just looked at each other for a moment, before I pulled her down, so that
I could suck at her breasts as they dangled above my face.  I used only my
mouth, as I sensed that she enjoyed that more than when I used my hands, so
I let my hands explore her panty-clad ass.  I pulled them down as far as I
could and squeezed her ass cheeks together and pulled them apart in rhythmic
motions as I suckled her like I was one of her daughters.

At last, Mrs. Lavine and I pulled her panties off together, and I urged her
forward until she was kneeling over my face with her knees on either side of
her head.  Her pussy was hairy, but not unmanageably so.  I took a moment to
admire it and smell the aroma and, yes, to keep Mrs. Lavine in suspense.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I buried my face inside her
glistening wet pubic hair.  Her clit was large and very swollen, so I found
it without trouble.  I began to flick it with my tongue and was rewarded as
her pussy began to leak even more juices.  Then I sucked on her clit,
pinching it between my lips.  Mrs. Lavine began to grind her pussy against
my face, moaning as she did so.  I stuck out my tongue and simply let her
grind her crotch against it.  She was moaning louder and louder at this
point.  I knew she was about to have an orgasm when . . .

"Mommy?"

***Three***

Mrs. Lavine and I both looked over simultaneously to see Kerry, standing in
her pajamas in the open doorway.  For a moment, all three of us froze.
Kerry looked shocked and confused.  Mrs. Lavine looked terrified.  We
probably should have both been reaching for our clothes but, for some
reason, neither of us made a move.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You should be in bed, sweetie," said Mrs. Lavine, finally breaking her
silence.

"I heard funny noises," she told us.

"That was me," Mrs. Lavine admitted.  "Get back into bed and I'll be right
there to tuck you in."

Kerry went back into her room and climbed into bed.  Mrs. Lavine climbed off
me and just looked down at the floor for a moment.  I reached out and placed
my hand on her knee.  She looked up at me with confusion and hesitation in
her eyes.

"You should tell her the truth," I said.  "I'll even go with you."

"Should we get dressed?" she asked.

"Why bother?  She's seen everything."

With that, Mrs. Lavine and I walked fully nude into her 8-year-old
daughter's bedroom and knelt down on the floor beside the bed.  Kerry looked
at us nervously.  She didn't seem afraid by what she had seen.  She seemed
more concerned that she would get in trouble for seeing it.  It soon became
clear to her that she wasn't, however.  Mrs. Lavine put her hand on her
daughter's arm and spoke soothingly to her.

"Baby," she said, "do you remember when we talked about how babies are made?
  A man and a woman make love to each other and, sometimes, the woman
becomes pregnant.  Well, sometimes two women can make love to each other
too.  That's what you saw me and Caroline doing."

While Mrs. Lavine was explaining this to Kerry, I secretly reached out, and
placed my hand on her bare buttocks.  I squeezed them for a moment before I
worked my fingers down below the crack of her ass, searching for her pussy.
I wasn't sure how she'd react but, to my delight, she adjusted her position
so that her knees were wider apart, giving me free access.

"But I thought only married people do that," said Kerry.

"Not always," said Mrs. Lavine.  "Some people think that you should only do
it if you're married, but I . . . ughh . . ."  Mrs. Lavine moaned and her
head sagged as she began unable to control the pleasure she was feeling as
my fingers worked at her clit.  "Sorry, I thought I had to sneeze.  Anyway,
I think it's OK for two people to make love if they really love each other,
even if they aren't married."

"You and Caroline are in love?" Kerry asked.

"I . . . I don't know," said Mrs. Lavine.

She turned to look at me.  Caught up in the romance of the moment, I began
to work my fingers even faster in her pussy, trying to bring on an orgasm.
I was so horny and so eager to make Mrs. Lavine cum that I didn't care that
it would be in front of her oblivious, little daughter.

"I think you love me," I told her.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"I do," I admitted.

Kerry put her hands to her face and giggled.  Mrs. Lavine and I leaned in
together and French kissed, even as I brought my hand around to the front of
her body and began to finger her from the front.  We broke the kiss at last
and looked into one another's eyes.  Then we turned back to Kerry, who was
still giggling.

"But you need to keep this a secret," said Mrs. Lavine to her daughter.
"You won't really understand until you're older but there's a lot of mean .
. . stupid people who think it's bad for two women to make love.  So you
can't . . . tell anyone about this.  Do you . . . promise?"

The panting was becoming more intense as Mrs. Lavine came closer and closer
to her orgasm.

"I promise," Kerry swore.

At that moment, the flood gates opened, and cum began to ooze from Mrs.
Lavine's pussy as her orgasm came at last.  My hand was soon drenched in the
delicious juice.  Kerry gave her mother a hug and Mrs. Lavine looked over
her daughter's shoulder at me as I licked her pussy juice off my fingers.
Then Kerry opened her arms to me and I felt her little body wriggling
between my breasts.  Then she gave me a kiss right on my cum-coated lips.
Mrs. Lavine's hips bucked and I knew she'd had another involuntary orgasm at
the sight.

Finally, we tucked Kerry back into bed, and said goodnight.  Mrs. Lavine and
I left the room, hand-in-hand, and shut the door behind us.  We gathered up
our clothes and quietly sneaked into Mrs. Lavine's bedroom to get dressed
again.  It was late and my parents would wonder where I was.  Plus there was
still Meghan to think about.  How would she feel if found out we'd slept the
night together.  She was not as innocent as her little sister.

"That was so naughty," Mrs. Lavine said.

"Did you not like it?" I asked.

"I loved it," she said.  "That's the weird thing.  Getting fingered right in
front of my daughter gave me the best orgasm of my life."

"We'll have to do it again sometime," I suggested.

"I believe you're right, Caroline.  But you'd better be going.  Come back
over tomorrow any time."

"I will.  Goodnight, Mrs. Lavine."

With that, we kissed one last time, and I left for home.

***To be continued***