Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 19:45:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Manda None <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Indian Summer

Disclaimer:
	This story contains dipictions of sexual encounters between adults
and children. If this type thing bothers you then you should stop reading
now. However if you recognize the beauty of such loving and consensual
relationships, then read on and I hope you enjoy.

By mandagl@yahoo.com. Don't worry, I don't mind getting emails. I can just
be little slow about responding sometimes.


Indian Summer


	Pariyat sat back laughing, watching the smoke rise from the candles
on her birthday cake. Her mother kissed her on the cheek before cutting her
the first slice. "Hoppy Burtday Pariyat." She said in her heavy Indian
accent. Lindsey smiled, she loved the way Chahna, Pariyat's mother, rolled
her Rs. Today was the girl's tenth birthday.
	Chahna had fled her husband in India, coming to the United States
in hopes of a better life. She was a lesbian and in her home land such
things were simply unacceptable. She had brought with her a lovely four
year old daughter and a Bachelor's degree in computer science, allowing her
to find work and make a decent living for her daughter and herself. Two
years after coming to America Chahna met Lindsey. A red headed girl with
lovely green eyes and porcelain white skin. One of Chahna's favorite
features of her American girlfriend was her slight pooch belly. She loved
how it felt when she kissed it.
	Chahna left her daughter and the girl's many friends in the dinning
room to eat cake and laugh and generally have fun. Lindsey followed her
girlfriend in to the kitchen. "She really seems to be having fun." Lindsey
said.
	"I like the traditions here. Lots of enjoyment for the little
ones." She dropped the cake knife in the sink and turned on the water. "Did
you think of what we talked about last week?"
	"Yeah." Lindsey sat down at the small kitchen table and ran her
hands through her hair. Chahna had known her secrets for years now and had
never seemed troubled by them. "How do you know she's even..."
	"Gay?" Chahna asked. The word sounded strange coming from her. She
said it so rarely. "A mother knows these things." Chahna smiled as she
turned from the sink. She walked across the room to sit with her
lover. "Silly, she has told me so."
	"When?" Lindsay asked. She and Pariyat had a good relationship and
the girl had never mentioned it to her.
	"You have to ask Pariyat these things. She is not one to say too
much."
	"You asked if she was gay?"
	"No. I asked her if she wished to get married. She told me she
would if she ever met the right girl." Chahna laughed to herself. "I told
her she could marry a boy if she wanted and she told me that I was being
gross." Chahna looked at her girlfriend for a moment. "Gross is bad right?"
	"I don't know. She's still very young..." Chahna put her hand on
Lindsey's.
	"I knew when I was much younger than she. And I know about you, so
why do you argue?"
	"Pariyat has never given me a reason to think that she'd be okay
with it."
	"I am giving you my daughter. I trust you not to hurt her. And I
know what you really dream of when we are together."
	"I don't..." Lindsey began.
	"But you do, I know this. I do not mind. I love you and I know you
love me, so it does not hurt me." Chahna sat back in her seat. "Tonight, it
is my gift to you both."
	The day passed slowly. Lindsey was becoming more nervous with each
passing hour. What she was being asked both excited and terrified her. All
of her life Lindsey had known that she was attracted to little girls. She
thought that she would live a rather reclusive life, ending up a lonely old
spinster with a hundred cats. Then she had met Chahna. The Indian woman and
her wonderful daughter had brought new breath into her life. She had fallen
for them both almost right away.
	Now, four years later Chahna was asking her for something both
terrible and wonderful. Chahna wanted Lindsey to introduce her beautiful
daughter to the wonders of lesbian love.
	Lindsey's belly tightened when she heard the water in the bathroom
come on. Pariyat was taking her bath and would be ready for bed very
soon. Trying to work up her nerve she walked up the stair to the second
floor and around the corner to the bathroom. The door was closed and she
knocked softly before opening it and stepping in. "Hey Jelly Bean." She
said, smiling down at the girl whom she thought of as her step daughter.
	"Hi Lindsey." Pariyat beamed up at her. The girl was very fond of
her mother's lover. They had become fast friends almost from the moment
they met. The little girl picked up a handful of bubbles and playfully blew
them at Lindsey as the woman sat down on the floor next to the tub.
	Lindsey being in the bathroom while Pariyat bathed was not overly
unusual. It was a guilty pleasure that she indulged once in a while. She
had begun developing a crush on Pariyat around a year ago. It was the
child's beautiful budding womanhood. The tiny lumps that just hinted of the
breasts to come. The slight curve of the child's hips. Pariyat looked
almost exactly like her mother, something that made it even easier to fall
in love with her. "Your mother and I had an interesting conversation
today." Pariyat look up at her but did not say anything. "We talked about
you."
	The girl's deep dark eyes widened slightly. "I'm not in trouble am
I?" She asked.
	"No sweetie, of course not." Lindsey reached into the tub. The
water was hot, not just warm but uncomfortably hot. "Your mother seems to
think you are a lesbian... Are you?"
	The question was so to the point that it almost surprised
Lindsey. She had not expected for it to flow out of her so easily, but
Chahna had made it seem like all she needed to do was ask.
	Pariyat looked down at the bubbles shyly and shrugged. "I like a
girl." She said quietly. "I want to marry a girl when I grow up."
	"Oh?" Lindsey tried to sound nonchalant. "Is the girl you like at
your school?"
	"No. Well one a little but I already know who I am going to marry."
	"Who?"
	Pariyat blushed. Her dark skin normally hid it but she blushed
enough that her cheeks darkened and she looked away. "I can't tell you."
She said. "It was my birthday wish."
	"Ah, well your right, you better not tell me then." Lindsey said
playfully.
	Pariyat washed her hair and then pulled the plug in the tub. She
sat in the water playing with the bubbles until the tub was completely
drained. With the water gone she stood up, and Lindsey wrapped a towel
around her, rubbing her arms and tummy dry. She kissed the girl on the nose
and chin then patted her behind as she stepped out of the tub. "I have to
brush my hair." She said. Lindsey smiled. She loved Pariyat's long black
hair. It reached down just above the girl's butt and she kept it quite
well. It did not hurt that every night before she went to bed her mother
braided it into two long braids.
	Her hair done, and in her pajamas, which consisted of one of
Lindsey's old shirts and a pair of boy's boxers, Pariyat went upstairs to
her room. Lindsey laid quietly on the couch, her head in Chahna's lap. "I
do not want you to wake her up, so you better hurry." She urged.
	"Your pushing me?" Lindsey asked, not at all used to feeling
pressure from her lover.
	"If I do not, you will not go." Chahna coaxed Lindsey to a sitting
position. "I love my daughter. With all of my being. I want only the best
for her. I know you will never hurt her or force her. I trust you with my
most beloved Pariyat. I can think of no one better to be her first lover
than you." She paused waiting to see if Lindsey would say anything. "And
you, I know you are a lover of children, I have seen what you read on the
computer. I have seen how you look at girls, at Pariyat. I know you will be
the gentle lover with her that you have always been with me."
	Lindsey knodded her head slowly. She considered what Chahna had
said. She did love Pariyat very much, and this would be the realization of
a fantasy she had entertained many times.
	The woman walked slowly upstairs and into Pariyat's room. The child
was sitting on her bed with her feet dangling over the edge. In her arms
she held a teddy bear, hugging it close to her body. Lindsey pushed the
door shut and then crossed the room to kneel in front of the child. "Did
you have a good birthday?"
	"Yes, very much. I got everything I wanted." She said with a
beaming smile.
	Lindsey tried to make small talk, but she could not think of
anything to say. She had never found herself at a loss for words with a
potential lover but this was unlike any situation she had ever
experienced. "So... Um, is this girl you like, umm does she..."
	"It's okay." Pariyat said quietly. She tangled her fingers in
Lindsey's hair and pulled her close. "Momma told me you would be coming to
me tonight." Lindsey look puzzled for a moment. Chahna worked more than she
did, she could even be called the bread winner, when did she find time to
have these conversations with the girl.
	"She did?" Lindsey moved to sit on the bed next to Pariyat. "What
else did she tell you?"
	"That I should not be afraid. That you would not hurt me."
	"Are you? Afraid I mean."
	"A little."
	"Would you rather we did not do anything." Lindsey pushed at the
bangs Chahna had left hanging free to frame the child's lovely face. "You
know that she doesn't want you to do anything you don't want to."
	"I know, she told me already." Pariyat turned on the bed, folding
her leg under herself. "I don't know what to do though. You have to teach
me." She looked bashfully up at the woman. Lindsey's hart went out to the
girl. She pulled the child close and kissed her on the forehead. Lindsey
wrapped her arms around the girl squeezing her tightly. Pariyat returned
the hug, even going so far as to set the teddy bear down.
	"Maybe we'd both feel a little better if we turned the lights off."
Lindsey suggested. Pariyat was visibly relieved. She was not shy about her
body, much to her mother's embarrassment, but tonight she felt self
conscious.
	The woman got up off the bed flipped the light switch off. She
paused with her hand on the wall, partly to let her eyes adjust and partly
to collect herself. Even through her uncertainty she was feeling the heat
within her building.
	"Have you and your friends ever played, you know, sexy games?"
Lindsey asked as she sat on the bed.
	"A little." Pariyat giggled. "Me and Jenny sometimes kiss... Once I
even kissed her... down there."
	Lindsey smiled to herself. With a deep breath she reached out and
took the girl's hand. She led the child up the bed to the head where she
laid her down. "Now Pariyat you're safe with me. All you have to do is say
stop and I will." Lindsey almost hoped the girl would tell her to stop
right there but she did not.
	"Teach me what you do with momma." She said quietly. "Are you
scared?" Pariyat asked after a short silence.
	"Yes."
	"Me too." She confessed. "Maybe if you pretend I'm momma it will be
easier." She offered. Lindsey almost cried, the child was so sweet, how
could she ever be deserving of such a dear lover.
	"But I don't want to pretend you're some one else. I love you
Pariyat, I think it would be nice to be with you like this."
	"I love you too." Pariyat said quietly. Lindsey leaned down and
kissed the girl's soft lips. She pinched the child's bottom lip between her
own and sucked on it for a moment before breaking the kiss. "Is that how
you kiss momma?" She asked.
	"Shhh." Lindsey placed her finger on Pariyat's lips. Lindsey pulled
Pariyat up until she was sitting. She pulled the girl's legs apart. She
then moved close spreading her own legs around her child lover. She leaned
in again, kissing the girl softly. Her hands went to the child's
side. Lindsey was almost shocked by how small the girl felt in her
grasp. She moved her palms up and down along the child's body. Pariyat
closed her eyes and sighed when Lindsey's hand came to her breasts and the
woman teased her nipples with her thumbs.
	"I love you Lindsey." Pariyat whispered around her quickening
breath. Lindsey leaned in and kissed her parted lips, just pushing her
tongue into the girl's mouth. She withdrew it quickly, so as not to give
her too much too soon.
	Lindsey coaxed Pariyat's shirt off over her head. In turn she
pulled her own shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She reached up and
unclasped the front hooking bra, allowing it to fall away and expose her
thirty-two B breasts.
	Pariyat could make out the woman's breasts clearly, even in the
darkened room. She wanted to touch them but was afraid to reach out. Her
fears melted away as Lindsey took the child's hands in her own and pulled
them up her body to cup the sides of her breasts. Pariyat was fascinated by
the feeling of the woman's small breasts in her hands. She was so engrossed
that she almost did not feel Lindsey's finger's teasing her nipples.
	The child's hands were much to small to reach around even Lindsey's
breasts. Pariyat moved her hands, rubbing her thumbs over the woman's
nipples. Lindsey drew a long breath, moaning softly as she exhaled. Her
nipples were very sensitive. They seemed to run a direct route to her clit
before heading to her brain.
	"Mamma said that in our country girl's used to learn the Kama Sutra
from the time they were nine."
	"Did your mother tell you what that was?"
	"She said it was a book that taught women how to please men."
Pariyat paused in her rubbing of Lindsey's nipples. "She said it taught
women how to make love."
	"Well then you probably know more about it than I do Jelly Bean."
Lindsey kissed the child again. "Are you ready?" She asked.
	"For what?"
	Lindsey pushed the girl back. She reach down and took the elastic
of Pariyat's boxer shorts, pulling gently on them. She drew the shorts down
the girl's body and tossed them over her shoulder playfully.
	All that stood before Lindsey and a dream she had dared not hope
could ever come true, was a thin layer of cotton covered in small
flowers. Pariyat shuffled nervously on the bed. "What's wrong?" She asked,
sounding very afraid. The girl covered her flat chest with her arms and
swallowed hard.
	"Nothing." Lindsey smiled. "You're just so beautiful." The woman
wanted to drink in all of the moment. She wanted to capture it and lock it
away to relive over and over. She memorized every smell, every sight, the
feeling of every nerve in her body. Lindsey leaned down and began kissing
Pariyat's little belly, her nipples, be belly button. She was drawing out
the experience now, reveling in it.
	Finally, unable to resist any longer Lindsey tugged at the panties
the little girl wore. The child lifted her bottom and Lindsey pulled the
last of her clothes off. As Pariyat's panties fell to the floor, Lindsey's
inhibitions fell away. All she could feel was her love for the child. She
wanted to do everything she could to earn Chahna's trust, and to be
deserving of Pariyat.
	Lindsey made her way down the girl's body. She slowed as she chin
brushed the child's mound. She could smell Pariyat's excitement. It drove
her. She hardly needed to gather her will to draw her tongue down Pariyat's
slit. The child's folds, her clit, they all felt so small, and so
wonderful. Lindsey felt so at home, she felt that everything was just
exactly as it should be.
	The woman pushed her tongue into the little girl and the child
reacted with a sharp breath. "Do you like that?" Lindsey asked.
	"Oh yes." Pariyat moaned. "It feels so... Special."
	Lindsey slid her finger into the child and she ran her tongue up to
Pariyat's clit. She could feel the girl's legs tense on either side of her
and she could not help but smile. "I love you Jelly Bean." She whispered.
	Pariyat ran her fingers through Lindsey's hair as the woman
manipulated her clit. Soft little moans escaped her lips in time with the
in and out motions of Lindsey's finger.
	Pariyat's breath began coming quicker and shorter, coaxing Lindsey
to move faster, to suck harder on the girl's clit. The child's little
fingers clenched hard in Lindsey's hair and she arched her back squealing
as she did.
	Lindsey could cause Chahna orgasm, and as that orgasm subsided, she
could bring about another almost immediately. It was something she had only
been able to do with one other woman. She wondered to herself if her
lover's daughter could do the same thing.
	The woman released some of the pressure she was putting on the
child's clit. She pushed her finger in deeply, bringing the girl to the
absolute penicle of her orgasm. As the child's breathing began to slow,
Lindsey started pushing her finger in and out of the child, slowly at first
but growing faster. At the same time she sucked Pariyat's clit into her
mouth and brushed her tongue across it.  Almost immediately Pariyat
squealed and began reaching over her head and under the pillows.
	Lindsey was not quick enough to catch her again but for her first
experience, two was not bad. The woman rose up to her knees, stroking the
girl's legs.
	"I feel so warm." Pariyat whispered breathlessly.
	"Did you enjoy that?"
	"Yes, very much." She said nodding her head wildly. She pushed
herself up on to her elbows. "Is it my turn?" She asked.
	"Do you want it to be?" Lindsey asked.
	"I want to know everything you do with momma."
	Lindsey leaned forward, pulling herself up to lay next to the
girl. "Okay. you can do what ever you want Jelly Bean."
	Pariyat first sucked at Lindsey's nipples. She was not skillful
like her mother but it was no less exciting for the woman. The girl then
began rubbing her belly, while kissing along her sides. Timidly she worked
around Lindsey's lower regions, all the while careful not to touch the
woman's pubic hair. "I'm scared." She whispered.
	"Sweetie, you don't have to do this if your scared."
	"But I want to." She lowered her head, and if the lights had been
on Lindsey would have seen the girl's cheeks darken with a blush.
	With a deep breath Pariyat moved her hand to the middle of
Lindsey's belly. Feeling the girl's hand so close to her aching vagina, the
woman was swooning. She could not believe what the little girl was doing to
her. She wanted to feel the child's fingers, her tongue, all of her, but
she dared not push the girl.
	Pariyat found her strength, she pushed her hands between Lindsey
legs and briefly fingered the woman's clit before pulling away, to
Lindsey's desperate whimpers. She soon began kissing along the woman's
belly, as she remembered Lindsey doing to her.
	She thought about what Lindsey had do to her. It was hard to figure
out, she had never felt anything like it, and was not sure that she could
do the same.
	Pariyat's little tongue reached out of her mouth and pressed
against Lindsey's clit. The woman trembled slightly. She knew that it would
take almost nothing to send her over the edge. "It feels good when you put
your fingers inside." Lindsey whispered.
	Pariyat silently nodded and pushed two of her fingers inside of
Lindsey. The woman moaned loudly and covered her face with her
arms. Encouraged by the reaction, the girl worked her finger's in and out
of the woman's body. She leaned in, enticed by the scent of Lindsey's
excitement, and pressed her tongue against her clit, rubbing it back and
forth quickly.
	Whether it was having just tasted her lover's daughter, or the mere
thought of a child's touch, Lindsey did not care. Pariyat's ministrations
did their job and Lindsey cried out, slapping her palms on the
mattress. She writhed under the girl's touch as the most profound orgasm
ripped through her.
	Lindsey relaxed into the bed. Her breath was deep, slowing from the
excitement. Pariyat crawled up along the woman's body and laid next to
her. Almost immediately Lindsey leaned over and kissed her jusices from the
girl's chin.
	"Do you think momma will let us do this again?" The child asked.
	Lindsey pulled the girl close, laying behind her and holding
her. She dozed quietly for some time before she heard the door open and
light streamed in from the hall. Chahna walked into the room and knelt next
to her lover. Lindsey rolled on her back smiling up are her. Chahna leaned
in and kissed her softly. A moment later she sat back and smiled, tasting
her daughter on the lips of her girlfriend.  "I do not want to disturb you,
I simply wanted to say good night."
	As her mother left them there Pariyat stirred and rolled over,
snuggling close to Lindsey. "I wished for you." She whispered. "I wished
you could be my girlfriend."
	Lindsey felt tears in her eyes. She leaned in kissed the child's
head, hugging her gently.