Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2012 20:07:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Karen T <letoria69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Karen and Laci Chapter 1 "Her Daughter's Friend"

Chapter 1
Her Daughter's Friend

Laci was devastated when her best friend Amy told her she was moving across
the country to live with her father. It felt like Laci's world would
shatter into a million pieces. It wasn't so much that she was losing her
friend Amy. It was because she was losing Amy's mother.

Laci was an exceptionally pretty 14 year old girl. She was just beginning
to ripen into pubescence, moving from being a beautiful child to a
beautiful adolescent. She had long, honey colored hair, delicate features,
devastating green eyes, skin as smooth and creamy as a baby's, and a lithe
body. Her sexual features, while still immature, were blossoming nicely.
She was the kind of girl who drew looks everywhere she went.

But her emotions were in turmoil. She felt things she was sure her friends
didn't feel. The feelings were confusing and hard to come to grips with.
Feelings about other girls, but not boys -- sexual and emotional feelings.

Her friendship with Amy was a little unusual. Amy came from a well-to-do
family. She lived in a nice house complete with a pool, out on the edges of
town in a high end neighborhood. She had parents who loved and cared for
her, and all the material things a teenaged girl could want.

Laci, on the other hand, came from a horrible situation. She lived in a bad
section of town in a dilapidated, seedy apartment with a drug addicted
mother and her boyfriend-of-the-month. Her mother didn't care about her
beyond the monthly welfare money she brought in. She was lucky to have
clean clothes to wear to school. By all rights, she should have already
begun strolling down the same path as her mother. It was hard to resist. It
would be so easy to hang out with the kids who got in trouble, using drugs,
drinking and getting knocked up. The pressure was there. She already
succumbed in some ways -- she smoked cigarettes, had experimented with
booze and pot, and she'd done some shoplifting. But Laci desperately didn't
want that. She wanted what Amy had, a family who loved her and cared about
her, especially a woman-mother who'd care for her.

That was why she couldn't wrap her mind around Amy's desire to desert her
mother to go live 3,000 miles away with her father.

She'd become friends with Amy back when they were in elementary school. For
some reason, they just clicked. They seemed to be able to enjoy each others
company in a natural way. They could share secrets, talk about things they
couldn't talk about with other friends. They shared the same fascination
with clothes, make-up, hair styles -- not that Laci could afford any of
that. But Amy seemed to understand her circumstances, and she freely shared
what she could. She had Laci come out to the house whenever possible --
for sleepovers, using the pool in summer, movie nights. The really good
part was, Laci always -- always -- felt genuinely welcome there.

But the best part was Amy's Mom Karen. Something about Karen made Laci's
insides squirm in the most delightful way. She was such a beautiful woman,
tall, slim but not skinny, with curly shoulder-length chestnut hair that
was always nicely styled. She always dressed well, even when she was
casual. She had an appealingly firm, assertive presence about her. Laci was
completely drawn to Karen. She sensed that somehow Karen looked at her
differently. Hardly realizing she was doing it, Laci sent out flirtatious
signals when she around Karen, and she watched closely for some sign Karen
noticed, whether good or bad. But she wasn't able to pick-up on any
noticeable reactions from Karen.

When she was laying in bed in the squalid apartment where she lived, her
mind drifted helplessly to thoughts of Karen, warm, wonderful dreams of
smiling, embracing, kissing and touching. Then Laci's hands would always
creep toward her young, aching, pulsing sex, and touching herself there
would make her jump and turn the fantasies into exciting images of
loving. She'd probe her achy pussy, stroking herself all over, then slide a
finger up and down her slit, marveling at the sensation. She'd nudge her
finger inside her sex and burrow in the silky wetness, shuddering at the
electric thrill. She'd spread her natural wetness around, moving closer to
her small but swollen and tender nub of a clit, and oh! My, what a
wonderful, irresistible feeling that was. Her entire body would flush, and
surges of pleasure would spread out from her sex. She'd toy with her clit,
squeezing it, nudging it with her finger, then rubbing it side to side, up
and down, ever faster, while the mental images of being with Karen became
raw and blatantly sexual. Finally, not resisting, the warm, intense spasm
of unspeakable pleasure would surge from her sex over her entire body.

She masturbated to visions of Karen nearly every day. Even when not
masturbating, dreams of Karen filled her head. Dreams of love, of being
warm and comfortable in Karen's arms, dreams of....

And now, all that was about to be taken away.

************************** It was one last sleepover before Amy moved
away. It said much of their friendship that Laci was the only one Amy asked
to come to the sleepover. That Saturday night had been so much like
previous weekend sleepovers. DVDs, board games, popcorn, and later the
inevitable talk sitting on Amy's bed. That's when it soured for Laci,
though she tried not to let it show.

She pleaded with her friend to reconsider, even playing her trump card,
guilt, without success -- what's going to happen to me? I'm going to be
stuck having to hang around with scummy losers. Amy, however, shared one
very powerful trait with her mother. Once she made up her mind, there was
no going back.

But why!" Laci pleaded. "Why are you leaving everything behind to go live
with your Dad on the other side of the country?"

Amy's pretty face screwed up in bitter anger. "Don't you know?" she asked,
incredulously.

"Know what?" Laci pleaded.

"My Mom's decided to become a lesbian, a fricking queer!  She's breaking up
our family just to be a fucking lesbian!  That is so totally gross. Can you
imagine? She's divorcing my Dad just so she can bring some ugly, nasty
dykes home and screw around while I have to listen? How gross is that? Dad
wasn't good enough for her, no, she has to dump him to be queer." Amy was
sobbing with pent up anger, her fists bunched and her cheeks flushed.

"Amy, that's not true," Laci cried.

"Yes it is, goddammit! She told me herself after she and Dad told me they
were divorcing and Dad was moving out west. I didn't believe it, but even
Dad said it's true. Now I hate her," she spat.

"Don't talk like that, Amy! Your mother never did anything like that on
purpose. That's not how that works. You're on the Diversity Team, you know
better."

"Bullshit! She went all her life not being gay, then one day she decides to
change? If it were natural, she would have been that way from the
beginning!"

"Amy! You know it doesn't work like that! Your Mom would never do something
like that to you on purpose."

"Yeah? If she was gonna do it, why now? Why couldn't she wait until I
graduated school? What's four more years when you've already gone through
fourteen? You're not the one who's gonna go to school and have everybody
go, like, 'There's Amy, the one with the dyke mother. How gross, I'm not
hanging with her anymore.' Everybody's gonna think I'm that way, too."

"No they're not! Jesus Christ Amy! Don't be such a fucking mule-headed
bitch!" Now Laci played her Ace of trumps, tears. "Let's trade mothers for
a week, just one week!" she cried. "Then I promise you, you'd see exactly
how good you have it. Just don't go, Amy. At least wait until summer and
see what happens, what's five months," she sobbed, unconsciously mimicking
Amy plea. "Take off to a new school three thousand miles away. That's gonna
suck and you know it!"

Amy sighed. "I can't, Laci. I have to go. I can't live in this house
without my Dad and my old Mom both here. Everything was always cool, they
never fought, they were always happy together. I wish it could be different
and I didn't feel like this, but I do. You really are my best friend
Laci. Ever. Maybe after my head clears I can come back to visit. I
dunno. We can still talk on the phone."

And that closed the subject.

Laci and Amy slept in Amy's wide bed. On most of these sleepover weekends,
girls would be sprawled across the bedroom floor in sleeping bags, and in
the guest room. But tonight, it was just the two of them. Amy's Dad, who'd
come back to bring her to her new home, stayed in the guest room.  There
was a tense sadness that Sunday morning. Both girl's cried a river. At
last, Amy said she needed to take a shower and get ready. Laci lay on the
bed and sighed. Her mind drifted to Karen, and as upset as she was,
thinking of Karen lead to the warm, familiar gnawing in her mound. Almost
without realizing it, her hand was under her panties, toying with her
sex. The desire was much more intense than usual, almost beyond
resisting. Amy takes long showers. I have time. And she gave in. She'd
forgotten the bedroom door was slightly ajar.

Her sexual energy was powerful and raw, so she stroked herself much harder
and more vigorously than usual. The resulting orgasm rose up quickly and
with unexpected force. Her whole body twitched and hovered, and then came
the bursting surges. Aware of it or not, she whimpered aloud, "Karen,
Karen, Karen! Oh God, Karen! Hold me! Love me!"

She was panting when she fell back onto the bed. A trickle of nectar
dribbled from her sex onto the bed. She almost instantly felt a pang of
anxiety. Did she cry out? Did anyone hear her? She scrambled to sit up, and
she could hear the rush of Amy's shower coming from the bathroom. That was
stupid, what if I got caught?

************************* The unspoken tension in the house was thick
enough to cut, the morning Amy left. Karen woke up early while the house
was still. She had her crying jag, a long, despairing round of tears. This
was hard, very hard. She was ambivalent about her ex-husband being here. Of
course he had to be here, because there was no way she'd consent to Amy
flying out there alone. But, having him here only made reopening the wound
all that much more painful.

They'd been divorced a year now, and it had been a mutually agreeable
split. They always got along quite well, and they still actually enjoyed
each others company. Karen knew her ex was a very good father, and she was
proud at how they'd raised Amy together. But there were differences between
them that couldn't be resolved. For years after Amy was born, it became
apparent Karen was much more than unenthusiastic about sex. Her apparent
lack of interest was the one thing that they ever fought about. As time
went by, he went looking for relief outside the marriage, and Karen was
okay with that -- relieved in fact -- as long as he didn't rub her face
in it, and to his everlasting credit he never did. They continued to enjoy
each others company in the context of family time, but they grew further
apart emotionally.

It took Karen time to come to grips with the fact that she didn't lack an
interest in sex -- far from it -- but it was men she lacked sexual
interest in. Guilt kept her from carrying it to its logical conclusion, but
eventually she gave in. After her first time with a woman, she could no
longer deny the truth. Two short-lived but intense affairs later, and she
knew what she had to do.

That sat down together and she explained her perspective. He took it with
equanimity, even relief. Divorce, of course, was the only real option, as
gentle a divorce as possible to spare Amy the alternative. He told her the
timing was actually good, because he had a chance at a promotion which
would require relocating to the West coast. From that point, they went
through the nuts and bolts. At first, Amy seemed OK with it. It wasn't
until her Dad moved away that she had her emotional melt-down.

Financially, the divorce terms were quite reasonable. They were well-off by
most standards. Karen got the house free and clear, he got to keep several
hundred acres of land he'd inherited. They each got to keep their
respective retirement funds, and the money and investments they'd come by
during their marriage were split down the middle. They'd share custody of
Amy. She'd stay with Karen for the time being, at least through the rest of
the school year, then they'd take it from there.

Karen wasn't prepared for Amy's reaction after her father left. Amy morphed
almost overnight into an overwrought emotional hellion. Amy had always been
even-keeled, so the change was a shock. She became spiteful, angry, defiant
and hateful, saying things that hurt and couldn't be easily
forgotten. Karen tried, oh God she tried. But when Amy began demanding to
live with her father, it fell apart.

Karen and Amy were both stubborn and willful. Karen was hurt by Amy's
threats and hateful words. She knew Amy had every right to live with her
father, and he'd take her if that was really what she wanted. Karen warned
Amy she wasn't going to let the girl play her mother and her father off one
another. If she went, there was no coming back. Think about, Karen
warned. Take your time to make your decision because once its made, there's
no going back. It was one thing to go spend the summer with her father and
then make a calm decision, but to go in the middle of the school year in a
fit of hormone-fueled anger, well that just wouldn't fly.

So Amy made her decision.

And now it was about to happen. Amy was leaving, and making it worse for
Karen, that might mean not seeing Amy's sweet, precocious little friend
Laci anymore. Karen had become extremely fond of the child, and guiltily,
her feelings about the girl weren't all innocent.

Karen pulled the last pieces of clothes Amy was taking with her from the
dryer, folded them and put them in the laundry basket. Her mind was
churning. Nothing strung together in a coherent train of thought. Just
emotions. She sighed and brought the laundry basket upstairs. She could
hear the shower running as she got to the top. She was about to enter Amy's
room when she heard something that stopped her cold.

Moans, soft, unmistakable moans floated from behind the slightly ajar
bedroom door. Was that Amy or was that...Laci? She knew one of the girls
was masturbating behind the door, and it gave her an odd thrill. She
listened and the moans grew urgent. Then, whimpers. "Karen, Karen, Karen,
oooohhhh Karennnnn, hold me, love me!"

It was probably the most shocking thing she'd ever overheard in her
life. She felt herself flush, and her legs began to tremble as though she
might faint. She leaned back against the wall for support and tried to
compose herself. Heart thudding, she knew she had to get out of
there. Gingerly, she crept down the stairs with the basket of laundry and
tried to digest what she'd just heard.

It fell to Karen to bring Laci home later that afternoon. Karen was both
thrilled and terrified after hearing Laci in Amy's bedroom. Of course,
there was no question of even hinting that she'd heard. Still, the drive
was tense and sad.

Karen tried to make light, but failed miserably. "I'd say you look like
you've lost your best friend, but that's too true."

"Yeah," Lacy moped.

Looking at her now, Karen saw just how lovely and beautiful Laci was, so
soft and delicate, caught in the indeterminate slice of time between
childhood and adolescence, looking at once like either and both. Oh, how
the child made Karen ache. When she pulled up in front of the dilapidated
apartment in a bad section of town, Karen reached over and touched Laci's
shoulder. "Hey. I want you to know, just because Amy's leaving doesn't mean
you have to be a stranger. You can come out to visit any time. Any time. If
you need someone to talk to, or you just want to hang out...you have my
cell phone number?"

Laci nodded and tried not to cry. She looked sadly at Karen, trying to
judge the woman's word. "OK," she sighed with a shuddery sob.

"My door is always open for you. I've come to be quite fond of you, quite
concerned. In some ways, you're part of the family. Okay? Any time!"

Laci nodded again, tried to smile and failed. "Okay."

And with that, she grabbed her back pack and was swallowed up by the dingy
building.

***************************

Karen rarely paid close attention to weather forecasts, especially where
winter storms were concerned. The TV and radio weather people always hyped
storms to improve ratings. Every couple of years, there were dire warnings
of the next Storm of the Century, which turned out to not even be the Storm
of the Year. But this time she paid attention. It was not quite two
o'clock, and it was already like twilight outside and the wind was picking
up. She was debating going home early to beat the weather.

She listened to the radio weather forecaster. "This is the real deal,
folks. I know it seems like we're always saying that, but it's not hype
this time. This storm is big, slow and very juicy. We really are talking
about a high potential for record-breaking snow to fall over the next 36
hours -- outlying areas could easily see over 4 feet of snow by the time
its all said and done, and that won't be until the day after tomorrow! In
addition to heavy, heavy snowfall, the winds will howl, blowing and
drifting the snow and likely bringing down power-lines in many
areas. Temperatures will hold steady in the upper teens and lower twenties,
but they'll feel much colder. Driving conditions will deteriorate rapidly
and only get worse. Trust me folks, you don't want to be out in this one
unless it's a dire emergency. Area emergency management agencies are
gearing up..."

Karen clicked off the radio and sighed. She wasn't much worried as long as
she didn't have to drive in it. The kitchen was well-stocked, there was gas
for heat and the stove, lanterns, flashlights, plenty of batteries and a
warm bed to sleep in. The thing she dreaded was the isolation. The thought
of being trapped all alone in an empty house for two days was hardly
appealing. Oh well, not much to do about it.

She decided it was best to get going before it started snowing. She pulled
on her wool coat, gloves and scarf and headed out. She stopped out
front. "I'm heading out before things get ugly, Marcie," she said to the
office's senior secretary. "Is Dave closing up early for the rest of you?"

Marcie sighed. "I wish. He hasn't decided yet. Must be nice to set your own
schedule."

"Go to school, Marcie. Go to school; I keep telling you."

The snow held off through the drive home. She pulled her new Audi sedan
into the garage next to the just-as-new SUV. All was silent, almost
painfully so. "Jesus, I need to find a girlfriend," she muttered
aloud. "Then I wouldn't be alone." A wistful image of cuddling on the couch
with a pretty girlfriend came to her. Then it morphed into a slightly
disturbing image of Amy's little friend Laci. Amy had been gone two weeks
now, and so far her sweet little friend hadn't taken up Karen's offer to
visit any time. She wondered what the girl might be doing now, and then she
wondered if she'd ever get the courage to call the girl herself -- just
to see her again, just to look at that sweet, lovely face. The words and
sounds Karen heard coming from behind the closed door still cut into her
like a knife. She mentally shook herself. Come on, she's a 14 year old girl
for fuck's sake, what the hell is wrong with you! Get over it! Yeah, right,
sure thing.

*******************************

Laci could hardly believe she was doing it. She had been fretting over it
for almost two weeks now, trying to work up the courage to go through with
her child-like plan. Finally, she couldn't stand it any more. Now, sitting
in the back of the taxi-cab, she was actually going though with it. Her
heart fluttered wildly in her chest, and her tummy squirmed and swirled.

She'd mentally rehearsed the hundreds of things she might say when she
showed up on Karen's doorstep. It was starting to snow out, and it was
supposed to snow hard -- maybe that was part of the reason she decided to
make today the day she did it. Karen surely wouldn't turn her out into a
snowstorm; if nothing else, Laci was sure of that. But what would Karen
say? How would she react? Would she be mad? Disgusted? Happy? Indifferent?
It didn't matter. Laci had to find out. She at least had to see Karen and
hear her voice, that's all. The endless hours she dreamed and fantasized
about Karen, often masturbating to delicious climaxes, only fueled her
inner agony. Right now, sex was only vaguely in her thoughts, so far back
as to be nearly insignificant.

 No, Karen wouldn't turn her back, at the very least she'd take her in
until the storm was over. But a terrifying thought danced agonizingly
through Laci's head. What if Karen wasn't home? What if the house was
empty? Laci was dressed in a worn winter jacket over a simple long-sleeved
sweater top, her only pair of decent skinny jeans were tucked into a pair
of boots, and a thin scarf was wrapped around her neck. No gloves, no
hat. Not a good way to be in a snowstorm. She was willing to take the
risk. She pawed through her purse. She was a neat girl, so things were
fairly organized: cigarettes and lighter (Karen probably wouldn't care for
that), a few bottles of make-up which she always carried, her I-pod, her
cell phone and her most prized possession, a cute but silly-little stuffed
angel Christmas tree ornament Karen had gotten her last year -- she'd
gotten similar ornaments for all of Amy's "hang-out" friends -- and
tucked next to it was the small card Karen gave with it. "This lovely angel
reminds me of you," she'd written in long hand, and it still gave Laci
goosebumps. Her wallet contained $40 she'd stolen from her mother
(drug-money, boy will she be pissed when she finds it gone! Laci thought),
$20 for the taxi out, and if worse came to worse, she'd call for a taxi
back to town, and use the other $20 for that. Her tummy still surged and
squirmed as the taxi moved into the outskirts of town. Oh God, please don't
let it come to that! I couldn't take it!

When the taxi pulled into the driveway of the familiar house, Laci handed
the money to the driver, an obese woman with a sour disposition. Sour or
not, the woman said, "You want I should wait just in case there ain't
nobody home?"

Laci hesitated. "No, you don't have to. If I need to, I'll call." She knew
there was no turning back.

***************************

There were a lot of bad little habits Karen was falling into since the
house was empty, and she hated it. But that didn't stop her;
rationalization was too easy. Smoking inside the house instead of going on
the deck for one thing. For another, she had a bottle of almost 150 Vicodin
left over from the kidney stone attack almost two years ago, plus a new
prescription for Xanax to help her get over Amy's leaving. It was so easy
to take them for the most insignificant reasons, but they helped her relax
and gave her a nice glow without fucking her up. And booze. Normally, two
glasses of wine a week were her limit. Now it was becoming one a day. And
now today, it was all three. The thought of being snowed in alone was just
too depressing to face.

She'd only just taken her first sip of wine, already pleasantly warm and
fuzzy from the Xanax/Vicodin cocktail. The gas fireplace was on, and she
was curled up on the sofa trying to read some papers from work without
success. The TV was on a cooking channel, more for the noise than anything
else.

Karen jumped when the doorbell rang. She frowned. Who in hell could that
be? A little worm of fear snuggled into her mid-section. She hopped up and
went to the front door. She peaked through the window, and her heart
instantly seemed to freeze and her tummy dropped. Was that little Laci? she
thought crazily. No, no way, couldn't be!

She fumbled with the lock, her mind suddenly racing. She threw the door
open and it was... Laci! "Oh my God," she gasped. "Laci! What on earth are
you doing out here?"

Laci smiled wanly, shyly, her own heart fluttering madly. "Hi Mrs
Karen. I-I...ummm..."

"Get in here before you freeze," Karen demanded.

Laci stepped in and looked around the familiar surroundings.

"Laci, what on earth are you doing out here?"

All the lines Laci rehearsed fluttered away like a flock birds from a
tree. She looked down at the floor, shrugged and tried to
talk. "I...uummm... dunno, I guess... you remember when you, um, said I
could come by any time to visit you?"

"Good God, sweetie, yes I remember -- and I meant it, I really did,"
Karen said, trying to get herself under control. "But now? In a snowstorm?
How on earth did you get out here?"

"A taxi," Laci mumbled shyly.

" A taxi? Why didn't you call? I would gladly have come to get you. What if
I wouldn't have been here?" Karen cut herself short. What in hell was she
doing, sounding so reproachful? This was an unbelievable stroke of fortune,
and here she was about to fuck it all up by reproaching the child. "Never
mind that," she said firmly. "Get in here and take your coat off."

Laci felt an emotional agony, fearing Karen wasn't happy to see her, that
she hadn't really meant what she'd said that day. But... She shrugged off
her jacket and Karen tossed it over a chair. Then Karen turned and
impulsively embraced Laci. It was a maternal embrace, but strong, and it
sent the most delicious thrill through Laci.

"You must be be freezing honey!"

A tiny measure of relief crept over Laci. "Should I take my boots off?"

"No, no need, not right now. Come, let's go into the living-room where it's
nice and warm." Laci obediently followed. It was soothingly warm, the
lights soft and comforting in here, just as Laci remembered. "Why don't you
sit on the sofa and relax and warm up. I'm going to go make you a warm
drink. Is hot chocolate OK?"

Laci nodded dumbly.

"Okay, you can take your boots off and put them by the fire if you want."
Karen moved quickly into the kitchen. What is going on! She thought, almost
immediately followed by, You know exactly what's going on, I've been
wanting to find an excuse to call her, and after all, I invited her the day
Amy left. And how can I pretend I didn't hear what I heard outside the
bedroom door that day? Yeah, you -- I -- know what's going on. Like
they say, careful what you wish for.

Now she was glad she took the Xanax and Vicodin. Otherwise, she'd be a
wreck right now. She heated a mug of milk in the microwave and stirred in
chocolate syrup. Her hands trembled just a bit.

Laci was sitting rather demurely at one end of the sofa. She shyly took the
mug of warm chocolate. Karen sat toward the other end and picked the glass
of wine she'd left behind when Laci was at the door. What to say? "It's
going to be pretty stormy. I guess you'll be staying here for awhile. Does
your mother know where you are?"

Laci snorted and said with undisguised bitterness, "As if. She doesn't
know, and she doesn't care. Probably passed out on the couch."

Karen reproached herself for the question. She well knew Laci's home
situation, and it made her ache. It was a mystery how a girl her age could
be so sweet, so cheerful in such a miserable home life -- if you could
call it a home. Once Karen found out how Laci lived a couple of years ago,
it made her ache for the girl. At first, it was the biggest reason she went
out of her way to be welcoming and caring. Karen sipped her wine and drew a
leg up on the sofa. "It's really that bad, huh?"

"Yeah, it is," Laci said looking away.

"I'm sorry, honey. I can't imagine being that way."

" I know you can't. That's why I can't understand Amy! I kept telling her
she just didn't understand how good she had it with you for a mother! You
love her, you care about her and what happens to her." There was pain and
bewilderment in her voice.

"Well, she's with her father, and he loves and cares for just as much."

" I know, but it isn't the same. Girls need their mothers. How else do we
learn? She just didn't get it. And it made me so mad. I couldn't get her to
see it. And oh God! I was so scared I wouldn't be able to come here
anymore, I always felt like I was...welcome here, that I mattered. And the
thought I'd never see you again just makes me sick."

 Laci's shift from the generic "here" to the more personal "you" was not
lost on Karen. "Well, I told you you're always welcome here, all you had to
do was call."

"I know, but I thought you were just saying that to be nice or polite."

" No honey, I meant it. I very, very much meant it." Karen patted the
sofa. "Come. Sit closer to me." Feeling the way she did right now, she knew
it was dangerous to have the girl so close. Laci didn't hesitate. She slid
over so that only a half a foot separated them. She looked at Karen with
expectant eyes. "I've always enjoyed having you around, always. You've
always been so sweet, so helpful, you're a joy to be around. When Amy left,
I kept thinking I was going to miss you being here almost as much as I was
going to miss Amy. I've thought a lot about calling you to see how you were
doing and seeing if you wanted to come out for a visit."

"Really?"

"Really," Karen said, touching Laci's soft hand. She reached up and gently,
tenderly brushed the back of her finger against Laci's so soft cheek.

Laci sighed. "Why? Why did Amy just...give this up?"

Now it was Karen's turn to sigh. Why indeed. Karen knew exactly what
underlay her daughter's ugly transformation. "Everything changed after her
father and I divorced. I -- we, he and I -- knew we were going to
divorce sooner or later. There were...things between us that made it
inevitable. I thought it was best to do it before Amy got really into her
hormone years. But I was wrong. She took it very hard, blamed me for it --
and she morphed into this mean, emotional, hateful hellcat. I didn't want
her to go, even as hateful and willful as she could be, God! I wanted her
to stay with me. It tears me apart that I won't be there for the important
things in her life. But I won't let her play her father and me off each
other. I told her if she left, I wasn't going to take her back. And I mean
that. She's burned her bridges."

 Laci doubted that was true, but she kept her opinion to herself. "I know,
she just... I would give anything to have you for a Mom. Anything!"

"Thank you for the vote of confidence."

"I hate my mother! All she wants is drugs and booze. I'm a welfare check to
her, that's all, the bitch." She hissed the last word.

Karen smiled wanly. "I need a cigarette. Do you mind?"

"Me? Of course not!" Her heart thudded as she heard herself blurt. "Can I
have one too?"  "You? Do you smoke cigarettes? You're only 14."

"It's one of those things you pick up pretty quick hanging around the crowd
I usually have to hang with. I don't often, but sometimes when I get
stressed I like to."

 Karen shrugged reluctantly. "I guess I understand about that. I started
when I was about your age, but then I quit when I got pregnant for Amy. I
started back up when the marriage went south. Stress. Like you said." Karen
lit her cigarette and gave it to Laci, then lit another for herself. Just
like a cheesy old movie, Karen thought. She finished her wine and stood
up. One was enough. "I'll be right back. I'm bringing this glass to the
kitchen."

 Karen was as restless inside as ever. She was beginning to pick up a
strong sexual vibe, which at once troubled and thrilled her. Don't read
into things, don't be stupid. But be ready, just in case, because ohhhh I
want it -- her -- sooo badly. She peaked out the window when she got
back. It was snowing hard now and accumulating fast, and the wind sent
shrouds of white blowing across the fresh snow pack. "It looks like you
timed it perfectly. There's no getting into town now. Like it or, you're
staying here tonight."

"I don't mind...if you don't mind."

Karen sat down close to Laci again. "No, I don't mind at all. I'd much
rather you be here than God knows where."

Laci sighed and unconsciously nudged closer to Karen. "Can I ask you
something? Kinda personal?"

Karen's heart leaped again. "Sure, I guess so. The worst I can do is tell
you to mind your own business," she said with a teasing smile.

 The sexual vibe was growing stronger by the minute, and though she knew
she was playing with fire, she had to let it develop for things to go where
she secretly wanted them to go. She looked at Lacy and touched her hand
briefly to encourage the girl to express herself.

Lacy looked at her hands, then up at Karen, wondering if she dared
ask. Finally, "Is it true that you're...umm...a l-lesbian?"

Karen was surprised, and the question gave her yet another electric
pang. She kept her wits and smiled softly but answered
cautiously. "Yes. Does that bother you?"

Laci looked up, slightly startled. "Bother me? Oh no," she said quietly but
emphatically. "No, no, why would it bother me? It's just that..."

"I know it's important to you for some reason, or you wouldn't have
asked. Don't be shy, I'm not ashamed of it."

"Well, it's just that...like, how did you know you were that way...gay."

Karen sighed and smiled. "I can't give you a simple answer to that
question. When I was your age, I knew I wasn't seeing things, feeling the
things the same way my friends were. I didn't have an interest in boys,
even though I pretended to. You have to remember, twenty years ago, it was
a lot different. There were no LGBT support groups or counselors, and gays
were still outcasts. So i pushed my feelings down, and when I got married
and had Amy, for a while I could say, 'There, I'm married and I have a kid,
so I mustn't be that way after all.' But also after Amy was born, it got
harder and harder to pretend I wasn't really attracted to other women. So
it was a process for me, something I tried to ignore but couldn't. There
isn't a test you take to tell if you're gay or not."

"Were some of the feelings you had....sexual? I mean, I guess, did you look
at other girls and, you know, think and feel... sexual things?"

 "Absolutely," she said firmly. Lacy fidgeted, her eyes shyly looking back
and forth from her hands to Karen. Karen put her hand on Lacy's. "Do you
think you're a lesbian?" Karen murmured.

Lacy sighed. "Yes. A girl I kinda like...that way...said I couldn't be gay
because I'm too pretty and girly, but now I know that's a lie."

"Does it bother you that you might be a lesbian?"

"No, not the way I think you mean. It bothers me that I, like, don't know
what to do. I mean,you know, how to let someone know I like them that way,
and not just as a friend, that they make me have... feelings."

Lacy's cheeks were flushed now, her eyes dark and her breathing quick and
shallow. She squirmed restlessly.

Karen's own heart was pounding with growing excitement as she realized more
certainly where this was going. She had to be encouraging without being too
aggressive -- best to let it come from Laci. She reached out and toyed with
Laci's long mane of tawny hair. Laci closed her eyes and sighed. "Is there
someone in particular who makes you have those feelings?" Karen asked
softly.

Laci weighed her words. At last, she looked at Karen with an almost pained
expression. "Yes. You!" She almost propelled herself into Karen's arms.

Karen, a bit surprised at the assertiveness of Laci's confession, gathered
the girl's lithe body in a gentle embrace. Laci nuzzled her cheek against
Karen's shoulder. "Me?" Karen said with a false naivete.

"Yes, you," Laci said, her voice soft and almost whimpering. She looked up
at Karen to judge her reactions, and it was a relief to see that she was
smiling slightly and not pushing her away. "I've had a crush on you since
the first time I ever saw you."

"Wow, that's what, almost three years ago?" She slid her hands down and
found the spot at the small of Laci's back left exposed by her cropped top,
and began to caress her there. Laci arched and gasped ever so softly. "I
never knew."

"Yes, I did. The first time I met you, I thought you were so pretty, so
nice, and I thought Amy was so lucky to have a Mom like you. And I couldn't
stop thinking about you, dreaming about you and stuff. I started having
daydreams about you...me...us together. God, you must think I'm so awful."

"Why on earth would I think that?"

Laci shrugged. "Well..."

Karen shifted so she could look directly at Laci up close. "You think I
didn't have those kinds of thoughts about you? Such a beautiful girl, so
sweet and lovely. And in the summer at the pool, you don't think I didn't
notice you prancing around in your skimpy bikini?"

Laci smiled shyly. "I didn't think you even noticed."

Karen laughed. "Oh God, I noticed." Karen caressed her cheek now, and they
looked at each other.

"But by today," Laci said with a tinge of desperation, "I just couldn't
stand it any more, I've been crying and dreaming about you."

"Crying?"

"Yes! I just ache about you, I get so tight inside when I think about you."

Karen lifted Laci's chin. "You're an amazing girl, Laci, amazing.  So
beautiful, so sweet. I'd look at you and I'd think she's such a sweet and
beautiful girl, all she wants or needs is to be loved by someone. I'd ache
for you and I'd think how much better you'd be with me."

"I would, Karen! Oh God, I would!" Her face was turned up, her eyes glowing
and her cheeks flushed. Everything about her expression shouted
anticipation.

Karen caressed the corner of Laci's lips with her thumb. At last, slowly,
she leaned in and Laci parted her lips in anticipation. When their lips
touched, they both at once felt an electric thrill ripple over them, and as
though a huge weight had been taken from their shoulders. Small sighs were
followed by soft, gentle kisses. Laci's hands were uncertain and
restless. The heat and tension in her tummy and chest grew. I can't believe
I'm kissing Karen, it's really happening! The intensity of the things she
felt inside and the way her head whirled was almost irresistible. She
wanted to touch and feel and moan and revel. She squirmed as Karen kissed
her lips, her cheeks, around her lips. Karen sucked her lower lip, then
traced it with her tongue, making Laci moan very softly. Karen pulled back
and drank in Laci's flushed, beautiful face. Stroking her hair, she knew
she had to let Laci decide where to go. "Do you want me to stop? If you
want to keep going, we'll go upstairs where it's more comfortable. If you
want to stop, we can... stop."

"No! I don't want to stop. Oh God, you must think I'm a slut or something."

Karen laughed and kissed her forehead. "Then what would that make me?" Laci
giggled. "How do you feel right now?" Karen asked, stroking her cheek.

Laci smiled and rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable! I've never felt like this
before, all warm fluttery and .... and wow! Really, really good. And
relieved you didn't kick me out into the snowbank."

Now Karen laughed. She slathered Laci with smacking kisses. "OK," she said
at last. "Let's go upstairs." She took Laci's hand and they stood. "You are
so incredibly sexy!" Karen said, letting her eyes inspect the precious
girl.

Laci giggled and instinctively posed flirtatiously.

"Can I ask you something?" Karen said at the stairs.

Laci shrugged. "Sure."

"I don't mean to embarrass you, but have you ever been with a girl before?"

"You mean more than kissing? No, never. Is that a problem?"

"God no!" Karen said with a laugh.

Karen lead Laci by the hand to the master bedroom. The wind moaned softly
through the eaves, giving an eerie voice to the things Karen felt
inside. She forcefully pushed aside any lingering reservations she might
have, letting them be overwhelmed by the throbbing sexual passion coursing
through her. Remember, you're the adult here, and that thought was weighted
with layers of meaning. Don't take her places she doesn't want to go, don't
make her uncomfortable, encourage her but don't force her. Things will go
where they should. That was the last controlled, coherent thought she had
for a long time.

As Karen lead Laci into the big, spacious bedroom, she fumbled for the
switch and turned on the soft recessed lights over the head of her vast,
empty king-sized bed, creating the illusion of a sanctuary of comfort and
warmth in a darker world. At that instant, her tremendous passion, her
aching hunger took over and caution was discarded like autumn leaves cast
into a wind. Her heart thudded and her insides bubbled and simmered. She
tried to maintain some control when she sat on the edge of the bed and
gently drew Laci between her parted thighs. She moaned ever so softly as
she stared rapturously at the girl. Her angelic beauty, her glowing
loveliness made Karen weak and fuzzy. It was like looking at a forbidden
goddess. Karen brought her closer and Laci, breathing hard herself, her
expression adoring yet languid, let herself fall against Karen in
surrender.

Karen buried her face in the crook between Laci's neck and shoulder and she
shuddered. Laci's skin was softer than soft, and Karen could smell her
sweet innocence. Karen ran her parted lips feather-like over the skin of
Laci's arched neck, making the girl's breath catch. She let the very tip of
her tongue caress its way passed the angle of Laci's jaw and over her
cheek. Laci whimpered and started to go weak in Karen's arms. Karen let her
lips pass over Laci's own sweet, delicate, parted lips to the corner of
Laci's mouth. Laci was almost panting, and her eyes were nearly shut.

"Oh Laci," Karen moaned with a tremor. "Oh God Laci." Karen could feel
herself losing control. "Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you know how
you're making me feel?"

Laci moaned shortly, and she looked almost drugged when she put her head
down. She started to speak, but Karen put her fingers over Laci's
lips. "Ssshhh. Don't talk my precious angel. Just feel."

"Karen," she whimpered. The sensations emanating over her entire being were
unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Nothing had ever felt this warm and
safe and good. She struggled to form words. She gasped and shook her head
as if to clear it. "Karen. I don't know what to do."

Karen ran her lips up to Laci's ear and the girl arched her neck. "Yes you
do baby. Do what your heart tells you to do. Cry, yell, whisper,
talk...whatever your heart tells you is right. Touch me wherever you want,
or not. Move, kick, squirm, do what feels right. But promise me, if I touch
you in a way or a place you don't want, tell me. I don't want to hurt you,
my precious angel. Promise?"

"Uh huh, I promise," Laci said thickly.

"I'm going to make you feel things you never knew it was possible to
feel. Don't hold anything back, Angel, don't fight anything."

"Oh Karen," she murmured. "Love me."

Laci's legs were getting weaker. Karen gently guided her and laid her on
the bed. Laci sprawled out, offering herself to Karen. Karen hovered over
her and took her. She traced her tongue over Laci's cheeks, making the girl
sigh and arch her neck. Laci's beautiful, tender lips were parted,
beckoning, and Karen brushed them with hers before going back and easing
her mouth over Laci's. Their tongues came together slowly, languidly,
without hurry, waltzed together then explored. Karen licked Laci's lips
before pushing back into the girl's warm, delicate mouth. She ran her hands
up and down Laci's sides, lifted the hem of her top and stroked the child's
taut tummy. Their kissing grew more urgent. Touching the softness of Laci
tummy and flanks made the girl sigh and stir.

Their kisses grew longer and wetter, their tongues bolder. Karen swayed and
growled softly and with hunger. She worked her hands ever so slowly up
under Laci's sweater, savoring every inch of her softness. Had she ever
touched anything so utterly soft and wonderful? Her own insides were
seething, her entire body humming. She hadn't felt this intensely alive and
aroused since her own first time. It felt like there was a living thing
deep inside her body writhing and struggling to get out. Karen finally
slipped her fingers under Laci's bra, but she didn't touch the soft mound
of the girls young breasts just yet. "Can I take your sweater and bra off?"
Karen murmured.

"You too," Laci answered.

Karen smiled. "I'll go first." She rose to her knees, shook her hair and
looked down at Laci with a smile. Laci's eyes were heavy but bright and
sparkling for all that. She seemed reasonably composed yet off in a very
special, warm and wonderful place.

Karen unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it. Her breasts weren't overly
large, but they were full and firm. Laci had dreamed about those lovely
orbs many, many nights. Her deepest, most secret fantasy revolved around
nursing milk from Karen's agonizingly inviting breasts.

Karen felt wanton. She undid her bra and tossed it aside. Her breasts were
swollen and sensitive, demanding attention. She cupped them while Laci
watched, massaged them, thumbed and tugged on the nipples until she gasped
and they were as hard as rubies. Karen's rush of exhilaration soared. Oh
she was hungry! "Your turn," she smiled softly.

Hands trembling Karen pulled Laci's top off, and now only her bra covered
her small, delicate breast mounds. Karen leaned over and kissed Laci's
mouth, then moved down to kiss her chest, her armpits, her chest; she
traced her fingers lovingly over Laci's upper body, making the girl squirm
and whimper. At last, Karen slid her hands under Laci's back and unclasped
the bra.

Oh God! Her beautiful little breasts exposed! They were hardly more than
half oranges, but they were firm and smooth. Her nipples stood out starkly,
like immature raspberries. Rather than give in to the urge to stroke and
squeeze those wonderful nubs, Karen propped herself on one hand. Her hair
spilled around her face. She used free hand to guide her own nipple to
Laci's. Laci watched and whimpered in anticipation. Karen brushed her
nipple against Laci's, manipulating her breast so their nubs kissed and
danced. Laci cried out with wonder at the sensation.

Laci had never felt remotely like she felt right now. It was like when she
masturbated, but it wasn't anything at all like masturbating, it was a
hundred, a thousand times more intense. Her entire body was seething and
churning inside. She couldn't think in the ordinary way. Her inner self was
running in a sensory overdrive. She felt at once drugged and heavy, almost
in a dream, yet she also felt totally and complete alive and awake, aware
of every sensation tearing through her young body.

Karen cupped and squeezed her own breasts again, then suddenly pounced on
Laci's. She framed the girl's breasts from below with her thumb and fore
finger, then let a strand of saliva dribble out and drop slowly onto Laci's
breast bud. Then, she suckled Laci's nipple into her mouth, nibbled it,
tugged on it, let it snap free before swirling her tongue around
it. Nothing in Laci's short life prepared her for that sensation. It was
ecstasy beyond description. She cried out and stiffened and buried her
hands in Karen's hair. That first orgasm was sharp and intense, like a
bull-whip snap, the first crack in a dam. It wasn't really a pussy orgasm
she thought in a muddled way. It was her whole body. Her next surprise came
when Karen moved to her other breast, and instead of the release she
normally got from coming, she was even more worked up than before. She
could no longer keep from panting, gasping and squirming under Karen's
touches and kisses.

Karen was now at a point of pure ecstasy, the place where her entire being
was consumed by sexual energy welling from deep inside. There were no words
for it -- warm, pressure, throbbing, wet, aching, all those and so much
more. It just...was. Every sense was alive and crackling with raw
pleasure. Laci's cries and whimpers of passion, her lush, succulent body
and the glow and urgency on her face were works of exquisite art to Karen's
eyes. She could taste every nuance of Laci's silken skin. It all whirled
together into an indescribable kaleidoscope of sensations.

Karen kissed her way down Laci's tummy, feeling every subtle change in the
girls sweet flesh. She moved her hand between Laci's legs and carefully
squeezed her through her jeans just hard enough to send a rocket of
pleasure over the girl and bringing her to the brink of orgasm. "Oh God,"
Laci cried out, lifting her pelvis with urgency, seeking Karen's touch. If
having her breast nibbled was shocking, this new sensation was
otherworldly. "Please Karen!" she begged in a whimper. "Do something to me
there! Please! Please!" She could barely stand the pressure growing inside
her. Her insides felt like a bottle of shaken champagne.

Karen was panting. She got up and frantically pawed at her own pants. She
felt like she was suffocating. She tore them off. Her hands weren't just
trembling when she went for the button of Laci's jeans, they were
shaking. "Oh fuck!" she cursed. The button finally popped free, and Laci
urgently arched her butt off the bed so Karen could take those maddening
pants off her. Laci's pink panties had a large wet stain on the
front. Karen would normally want to take the time to enjoy her lover's
treasure, tease it, smell it, taste it before removing the fabric to expose
the delight beneath. But now she, they were both too overheated for
subtleties. Karen somehow managed to regain a measure of control by telling
herself to remember this was the child's first time, there was no second
chance at a first time, make it as amazing as it can possibly be.

Karen pulled her own panties off, exposing her wetness to the cool air. She
kept herself shaved bare, a little gift from her own first lover, and her
mound and thighs glistened from her flowing juices. Her pussy was swollen
and throbbing and open and leaking and screaming at her. She leaned over
and kissed Laci deeply, once, twice, three times. Laci moaned tremulously
into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around Karen's neck and whimpered, "Oh
Karen, Karen I've never felt like this before! I....I..."

"Ssshhh baby," Karen said huskily, as she carefully slid Laci's panties
off. "Are you ready?"

Laci whimpered again, bit her lip and nodded. She knew what was coming, but
she had no idea at all what to expect.

"Just let it happen, love. Don't fight it, let whatever happens happen."

Karen knelt facing Laci's feet. Her own seething pussy was only inches from
Laci's face. She gently pushed open Laci's bent legs, fully exposing the
girl's virgin sex. Karen gasped at the incredible beauty of the girl's
throbbing flower. The mound rose up, as smooth as an eggshell. Her outer
labia were puffy and glistening, and inside, her folds were as intricate as
a budding rose. Her vagina was bubbling wet with nectar. The inner folds
channeled up to her throbbing bud, swollen enough to push out from under
it's hood like a tiny, exquisite pearl waiting to be picked. Laci's
fragrance was breathtaking, a deliciously clean, musky arousal, vaguely
like the smell of the ocean at low tide.

Laci wriggled urgently. Karen took all this in in mere seconds. How to do
this? Karen thought with urgent frustration. She herself needed her pussy
tended to. From the front you numbskull! Gasping, Karen said, "I'm going to
get on the floor between your legs baby! Can you scoot to the edge of the
bed?"

Panting and quivering, Laci whimpered, "Yes, yes, but please Karen! I need
you to do something to me!"

Karen dropped down and Laci urgently scooted to the edge, her knees
instinctively drawn back and legs spread wide. "Oh God!" Karen gasped as
Laci opened up mere inches from her face. Now she could feel the heat
emanating from the girl's sex. She shakily reached in and used both hands
on the creases of Laci's thigh and pussy. She used her thumbs to open the
child like a present. Nectar spilled out and Karen gasped. She massaged
Laci, then buried her face in. She slurped up the juice, probed her folds
with her tongue, nipped then sucked the lovely girl's pulsing swell into
her mouth.

Laci exploded. Later, that would be the only way she could remember it. She
erupted. Something inside her seemed to tear open and release a wave of
pleasure the likes of which she wouldn't have believed existed had she not
experienced it. What little control she had of her body was gone in an
instant. Everything from that point on happened without conscious
input. Her body seized and spasmed, muscles she never knew she had rippled
in surging waves. She cried out, arched her back, kicked her feet, tore at
the bedspread, writhed, sobbed.

Karen bathed Laci's bud in saliva, suckled on her, pressed her tongue on
the girls pearl, then flicked her tongue over it, hard and fast. Laci
bucked her pelvis up with urgency, trying to ram herself on Karen's frantic
tongue. Karen's own heat seethed and screamed, and she moaned into Laci's
pussy, slurping up the wetness, using her face to probe. She took a hand
away and put it between her own legs. Her pussy instantly opened, and
nectar dribbled out. Karen rammed three fingers inside herself and used the
heel of her hand to frantically massage her own burning clit. Oh God yes!
She needed that, oh fuck yes yes yes! She fingered herself madly, roughly,
tugging at herself, grinding the heel of her hand against her nubbin, her
fingers slurping in her pussy. Her own orgasm boiled up. She quivered as
her pelvis grew, swelled and finally burst in a white flash of
pleasure. She kept devouring Laci, gluttonous for the girl's offerings, her
lover's frantic dance and cries feeding her own pulsating release.

Then, it was over. Laci flopped on the bed and Karen knew she was
done. Laci's lovely young sex -- no longer virgin -- still pulsed and
when Karen carefully let her labia close, a fresh dribble of nectar rolled
out. Karen carefully sucked it into her mouth. The girl's smell was
stronger now, wonderful and intoxicating. Karen kissed Laci's thighs, her
labia, her mound, but she was careful to avoid the child's button -- it
would be exquisitely tender for a time. Laci's body still twitched and
jumped with residual spasms, and she grunted each time.

Karen got up and lifted Laci's legs onto the bed before she climed back on
bed herself. She slid up next to the girl and gathered her into her
arms. She cradled Laci, held her close and cooed soothing sounds.

Laci, barely aware of her surroundings, her head still sizzling like an
overloaded socket, turned her head and whispered, Karen. Karen."

"Sssshhhh, my precious baby girl. Rest. Enjoy it. I'll hold you and love
you."

Laci smiled sleepily, then let herself drift.

Karen held Laci and hummed a soothing tune, as if she were a baby. It felt
wonderful to hold the child like this, to feel her body and the listen to
the soft rush of her breathing. Karen tried to digest what had just
happened. It was not exactly high on the list of things she expected to
happen when she got up this morning. But here they were. It had been
amazing, and now the lovely little Angel in her arms was spent. That had
been one of the more intense orgasms Karen had ever been part of. Karen was
proud that she herself could, with the right woman, make love for two or
three hours with barely a pause, having multiple very strong orgasms. But
Laci was truly a child. She wasn't ready for such things.

Karen slipped her a hand between her own legs and her pussy was
receptive. With a sigh, she began to stroke herself, up and down her slit,
slowly, firmly, delighting in the warm pleasure. She hooked a finger inside
her vagina and probed. Soooo nice. She spreaded fresh wetness over her
labia, and at last squeezed her clit. She closed her eyes and let memories
of Laci's first time take over. She circled and nudged her clit with the
tips of her fingers. She tapped herself and rubbed harder. She tried to
stay as quiet as possible while Laci recovered, as a delicious new orgasm
wriggled over her in warm, gentle waves.

After perhaps an hour, Karen sat up. She found her cigarettes and lit
up. Laci's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at Karen with a gaze that was
full of wonder. Karen smiled down at her and lovingly stroked her
cheek. "Hi precious."

Laci smiled sleepily. "Hi."

"Tired?"

Laci nodded. "I...I never felt anything like that."

"I know. Wonderful, wasn't it."

"Oh yes," Laci smiled. "Was I OK?"

"Oh baby," Karen whispered. "You were -- you are -- wonderful. You're a
big girl now."

Laci smiled and stirred. Karen let her have a couple of drags from her
cigarette. "We'll sleep now."

"Together?"

"Yes, of course." Karen snuffed the cigarette and worked the covers
down. They slipped under them.

"Karen? Can I stay with you? For a while?"

"Of course darling girl. Come, let's cuddle and sleep."