Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2012 17:32:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tori <letoria69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Laci and Karen Chapter 3 Eveningtime

Karen and Laci
Chapter 3
Eveningtime

Ff, rom, cons, oral


If you go out in the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go out in the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Picnic time for teddy bears,
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.
Watch them, catch them unawares,
And see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily dance about.
They love to play and shout,
And never have any cares.
At six o'clock their mommies and daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they're tired little teddy bears.
-- 	"The Teddy Bears' Picnic" A Sweet Lullaby


It took Karen the better part of half an hour to gather her wits, at least
enough to feel as though she could stand up without falling. From out of
the blue, a most mundane thought came to her -- I'm starving!

Turning to her 14-year-old lover, Karen mumbled, "Laci, honey, could you
help me up? I have to pee, and then we need to go downstairs and get
something to eat and drink."

Laci giggled. "Okay." Wow... I made her so weak and shaky she needs help to
sit up! She got out of bed and padded around to the other side, extending a
hand to Karen.  With Laci's help, Karen levered herself into a sitting
position, then remained motionless for a second. "Pheewww, so dizzy!" She
reached over to turn on the lights and... nothing. "Oh, shit," she
muttered. "The power's out. Damn."

"No electricity?" Laci wasn't sure if this was a big problem. Karen
obviously wasn't alarmed or mad, just annoyed.

"Nope, no electricity. Damn. We can't brush our teeth, at least up
here. And no bath or shower. The well pump runs on electricity. Well, I've
got a dozen gallon bottles of spring water. Knew they'd come in handy."
Karen slipped into her flannel nightie and her robe from the night before
last, then slid her feet into a well-worn pair of slippers. "I'll get you
one of Amy's old flannel nighties and pair of scuffies to keep your
tootsies warm. Don't want you to catch a cold."

Karen padded into the bathroom with Laci close behind and plopped down on
the commode, which shocked Laci. Peeing front of her like it was no big
deal? Unable to help herself, the teen giggled, then covered her mouth.

"What?" Karen said. "What's so funny?"

"You! Going to the bathroom in front of me like that."

Karen almost said something about a certain young girl having had her face
between Karen's legs half an hour ago, but thought better of it. "It's no
big deal."

Laci giggled even harder. "You make me laugh!" she said with childish glee.

Karen shook her head and smiled. She wasn't particularly shy about her
bathroom habits. It did use to bother Amy, until she simply accepted it as
one of her mother's idiosyncrasies.

Finished, Karen stood up, tore off a strip of toilet paper and wiped
herself. "Okay, all done.

Your turn. I even warmed the seat for you."

Once again, Laci dissolved into a fit of giggles. Well, what did you think,
dummy? Everybody goes to the bathroom! But she's so funny about it... Oh,
she makes me feel good!

Nonetheless, Laci was reluctant to sit on the toilet herself while being
watched. Luckily, Karen was sensitive enough to understand. "I've got a new
toothbrush for you to use," she said, taking one from the vanity
drawer. She grabbed her own brush and a tube of toothpaste. "We'll have to
brush with bottled water in the kitchen, though. Oh, and don't flush the
toilet!"

"No?" Laci said, scrunching up her nose in surprise. "How come?"

"The tank won't refill when the well-pump isn't working." With that, Karen
stepped out and shut the bathroom door, leaving Laci alone.

Laci blushed, chastising herself for not figuring that out for
herself. Then again, such details as how toilets flushed simply never
occurred to her. Why should they? In her world, they just did. Lost in
reflection, she came dangerously close to flushing the toilet anyhow out of
sheer ingrained habit, but just managed to catch herself in time.

She entered the hallway in time to see Karen emerging from Amy's old room,
a flannel nightie with a yawning cartoon girl and the words I just want to
be in bed in one hand, a pair of fuzzy scuffies in the other. "Here y'go,"
Karen said, helping Laci slip the nightie onto her lithe young body.

Downstairs, Karen went to one of the windows to peer outside. "Holy
Guacamole, Bat-girl!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Wh-what's the matter?" Laci said with mild alarm.

"Jesus Christ! Look, honey. Look at all the snow!"

Laci stood on her tippy-toes, balancing herself by putting a hand on
Karen's arm. "Ohmygod!" she squealed.

Outside, there was nothing but white. The snow in this sheltered part of
the house was piled high enough to reach the window. Looking to the side,
she found herself unable to make out the road. There was a hump where the
snowplow had once passed, now indistinct. The driveway was invisible, and
the bird bath on the lawn was gone except for part of the bowl. And it was
still snowing hard, too! The trees on the other side of the driveway were
hazy ideas, shrouded by a thick veil of falling flakes. It was all very
beautiful... also, a little scary.

Laci turned to Karen, nibbling nervously at her lower lip. "I've never seen
this much snow, ever. Are we -- are we trapped here?"

"'Fraid so, baby girl. We're not going anywhere for a while." Karen
shrugged. "But there's plenty to eat, the house is heated with gas, so is
the stove. It might be kind of nice to be stuck here together." She slipped
her arm around Laci's waist. "Let's go eat. I'm starved."

It was cool but bright in the kitchen. Karen rummaged around the
under-counter cupboard and pulled out a gallon jug of spring water. She
took a toothbrush, still in its package, from the pocket in her robe and
handed it to Laci. In truth, she wouldn't have had a problem with letting
the child use hers -- it had always struck Karen as a little silly to get
grossed out about sharing a toothbrush with someone you'd French
kissed. That's the way people were, though, and obviously Laci would be
squeamish. Luckily, she always had extras on hand, left over from her
daughter's sleepover and slumber party days. All too often, one of the
girls would forget to pack hers, and Karen had learned to be prepared.

Karen peered out over the backyard in awe as she brushed her teeth. It was
a sea of white, shrouded behind a foggy curtain of falling flakes. The deck
was gone, the trees were reduced to mere shrubs, and the garden shed was
completely buried on one side by a drift. Oddly enough, there was a large
bare spot over by the above-ground pool where the wind had scoured away the
snow and sent it drifting off to who knew where. She hadn't seen this much
snow since she was a girl of seven or eight, and then they'd been stuck
indoors for three days.

She rinsed her mouth and nodded. "There. Now I need my nicotine fix." She
found her extra cigarettes and lit one, exhaling a plume of smoke. The
mother in her was conflicted about giving Laci a cigarette. Then again,
what was the point of saying no? Laci already had the habit, and they'd
shared a few last night... no use to get all high and mighty now. After a
second drag, she handed it to Laci.

"You don't mind?" Laci said, a bit sheepishly.

Karen shrugged. "Tell you what - we'll quit soon. Both of us. Together."
She sighed, already missing her coffee. Her options were instant or
tea. She chose tea, and set about making it. "Do you want tea, honey? Or
hot chocolate? Juice?"

Laci shrugged. "Juice is okay."

Karen got a jug of orange juice from the refrigerator. "Karen?" Laci said
pensively. "The fridge runs on electricity. Won't the stuff in it go bad or
something, now that the power's out?"

"Excellent observation, sweetie," Karen said, and Laci blushed at the
compliment.
 "If we don't open the door except when we really need to, everything will
be fine for a while. It's like those big coolers you take to the beach. But
if the power's still out tomorrow, you and I will have to move everything
to the garage to keep it cold. Later, I'll get a big pot we'll fill with
snow, and we'll melt it and use that to flush the toilets. I know it
grosses you out to not flush after going."

"Yeah, my mother never does and it stinks, and her gross boyfriend pees all
over the seat, which is so totally guh-ross."

"I'd say so. What would you like for breakfast?"

"What can we have?" She thought of the pancakes Karen made for sleepovers,
how they were the best she'd ever had.

"Anything your precious heart desires, baby."

Laci adored the pet names Karen used when talking to her, things like baby,
sweetie, honey, baby-girl. They made her feel so good. No one had ever
talked to her that way before -- certainly not her mother! The thing was,
she could tell Karen meant those nice names, they weren't just words. The
one she liked best was "baby-girl". It was exactly how Karen made her feel,
like a girl who wasn't exactly grown-up, yet somehow like a baby, wanting
to be held and cuddled.

Laci sighed happily, then realized with a start that Karen was waiting for
an answer about breakfast. "Um, could we have pancakes?"

Karen smiled. "Pancakes it is."

As she went about fixing breakfast, Karen turned on the radio, listening
long enough to hear that it was going to snow for another twelve hours, and
it would reach at least four feet before it was over. Grimacing, she
switched the radio off, pausing to sip her tea before she poured the
pancake batter onto the griddle. She made them three pancakes each, deftly
stacking them atop two plates when they were done. Grabbing the syrup from
the fridge, Karen handed Laci her plate and led the girl to the breakfast
nook, which was smaller than the kitchen but much more intimate.

Just as they sat down, Karen's cell phone rang. "Damn it," she muttered,
and she went to the kitchen to retrieve it.

Laci sat waiting, feeling increasingly anxious. Who could that be, phoning
during a storm? Her mother? No, her mother was probably drunk, stoned, high
on meth or all three. On the other hand, she might try to track her
daughter down for the forty dollars Laci had taken. Oh God, please don't
let it be her.

When Karen came back, her face was neutral. She sat down with a
sigh. "Well, we aren't going anywhere until at least the day after
tomorrow. That was my plow man. He won't be able to unblock the road until
tomorrow night at the earliest. Oh well, we'll be fine," she added with a
smile.

Relieved, Laci dove into her pancakes. She hadn't eaten anything since
heating up a can of Spaghetti-Os the previous morning, and was ravenously
hungry.

Watching the girl wolf down her food, Karen asked, "When was the last time
you ate, honey?" When Laci admitted the truth. Karen's eyebrows went
up. "Spaghetti-Os? Yesterday? Jesus H. Christ. Honey, that just flat-out
isn't right." Karen felt a bubble of anger forming in her
mid-section. "Does your mother even do groceries?"

"Yeah, usually. You can't use the food stamp cards for anything
else. Sometimes she sells the card for drug money, but only once in a
while."

"Oh for Christ's sake!" Karen said, then fell silent. When she spoke again,
it was in a quieter tone. "Laci, baby, can I ask you something very
personal... maybe a little embarrassing? It's important to me."

Laci paused. If she Karen said it was important, then it had to be. "Okay,
sure."

"Your mother has a lot of different boyfriends, doesn't she?"

"Uh-huh. They come and go, then sometimes they come back. They're all nasty
and gross and I hate them."

"Has any of them ever... hurt you? Or tried to touch you in a way you
didn't want?"

Laci furrowed her brow as she thought about Karen's question. "No. A couple
have tried, but I'm not afraid to fight back. Once when I was six or seven,
I almost let one put my hand on his..." She shuddered at the thought. "His
thing. Because back then I thought you were s'posed to do what adults told
you to do. I remember my mother came in before it could happen, and that
was before she was really messed up. But no, I never let any of them touch
me."

Karen's heart thudded as a wave of sudden remorse washed over her. I had
sex with this fourteen-year-old girl. I undressed her, took her to bed,
fondled and licked her. Am I really any better than the scumbag who tried
to make her touch his cock? She felt a crazy impulse to kneel before Laci,
seize her hand and plead: You don't think of me that way... do you?

Karen studied the child as she wolfed down her pancakes, her face sweet and
guileless.

No, she told herself after a moment's reflection. It's a selfish
question. Look at her, so damned beautiful and content after our night
together... don't fuck up what we had by making an issue out of your own
guilt.  Suddenly Karen recalled Laci as a scabby-kneed, angelic child of
ten, seated at this same table eating breakfast after a sleepover with
Amy. Her lovely eyes sparkling like a little wren's, her demeanor always
warm and gentle despite the sad hand of cards she'd been dealt by
life. Karen's breath caught in her chest. No, let's leave well enough
alone.

Still, Karen felt the necessity to know more about Laci's mother, painful
though the subject was. "Doesn't your mom protect you?"

"No," Laci said matter-of-factly. "She's usually too drunk or... fucked
up..." She glanced up from under her eyelashes to see if Karen would react
badly to her using such a powerful swear word. But Karen only sipped her
tea, listening attentively. "I don't think she really cares what happens to
me," the girl continued. "When she sobers up enough, she'll do things like
buy me clothes. Sometimes. But that doesn't happen much. And even then, she
keeps going on and on about what a big favor she's doing me."

Laci finished the last bite of pancake, then laid her fork down with a
happy sigh. Karen lit a cigarette, then offered Laci the pack. "What about
your father? He's not around?"

"I'm not sure who my father is," Laci said resignedly, taking a cigarette,
leaning forward to get a light from Karen.

"Oh, wonderful," Karen muttered, shaking her head in disgust.

Laci shrugged as if it were no big deal. "She does it with so many guys,
it's hard to tell. Maybe that's why I like girls, huh?" Then she shook her
head. "No, I doubt it, I just like girls. But I'm a mistake, she says. I
wasn't supposed to happen, and she reminds me of that all the time."

Karen felt a hot, unpleasant bubble of raw fury rise up in her. How could
such things be? What kind of person treated their own flesh and blood like
a stupid mistake? Was the call of drugs and alcohol so strong that it
destroyed one's basic humanity? Apparently so.

Karen reflected on how she always refused to list apartment buildings from
that seedy, derelict section of town where Laci lived whenever they came up
for sale. It shamed her, but she dumped them on the younger realtors. She
hated dealing with the willful misery of the people who existed there.

Yet unpleasant as such miniscule contact with the city's poverty-ravaged
netherworld was, Laci lived there every day. It was her life. Every day a
struggle to survive, never mind thrive and retain a measure of hope in
something better out there. Under the circumstances, it was a miracle that
the only bad habit Laci had picked up was smoking.

Sweet Jesus Christ! How can I allow her to live like that? And how the hell
can society label ME as evil and wrong because I give Laci pleasure, while
her rotten, despicable mother barely feeds her? How is that fair? She
sighed. Let it go, let it go.

"See, though," Laci continued, oblivious to Karen's anger, "that's why I
always liked coming out here. I always felt like you guys cared for me,
even your ex-husband - and you never made me feel like I was an annoying
brat." She paused, her cheeks suddenly flushed pink, then blurted, "And I
had a crush on you, too!"

"Oh, Laci..." Karen whispered, "I didn't know. How could I have missed it?"

"I've always loved you," the child declared. "At first, I just wished you
were my real mommy, but later, I started dreaming of hugging an' kissing
you, and when I figured how to rub myself, I liked to think of us being
naked together, kissing and touching... just like last night." She gave
Karen a worried look. "Um... you don't think I'm a slut or something, do
you?"

"No!" exclaimed Karen, appalled. "God, no! Christ, like I said last night -
if you're a slut, what does that make me?"

Laci answered quietly, "It makes you someone I love. With all my heart."

Heart throbbing with adoration, Karen rose to her feet and moved to where
Laci sat. Bending down, she embraced the child, burying her face in Laci's
sweet-scented hair. Her tummy was tightening most deliciously, a sign of
reawakened lust. "Come," she whispered, "let's go upstairs, okay?"

Laci nodded, smiling with relief, her eyes bright. "Okay."

By this time, Laci was feeling much better. She didn't especially like all
these questions -- not so much the questions themselves as the fear of
where they might lead Karen. It would be awful if Karen started to think
she was touching Laci in a bad way.  But that's not fair, the young girl
told herself, 'cause it's not the same! What they had shared last night was
a million times better than what those gross, nasty creeps wanted to do to
her. Karen touched her with love, made her feel like she was... an angel,
or something else really nice.

As she followed Karen up the stairs, Laci briefly squeezed her eyes shut to
make a silent wish. Don't let her ask me any more about my mom, or her
boyfriends, or my father. No more stuff that makes us feel bad. Maybe some
other time... just not now.

The upstairs bedroom bore the brunt of the howling northeast wind, so it
was colder. There was a large, old fashioned fireplace against the back
wall on the other side of the room that had long ago been converted to
gas. With the push of a button on a remote, the fireplace crackled to
life. To Laci's eye, you couldn't tell it wasn't a real wood fire. She
thought it was a pretty awesome set-up, making the room feel nice and snug.

Karen picked up a hairbrush from her vanity. "How'd you like to have me
brush your hair?"

Laci smiled brightly. "That would be really nice. Amy used to brush my hair
and I'd brush hers."

Karen slid back from the edge of the bed and opened her legs, making a spot
big enough for Laci to sit. As she moved her robe fell open, exposing her
breasts. Laci glanced at them longingly, a sight that made Karen
smile. "Come," she said, patting the space between her legs.

Laci seated herself, relaxing against the firm globes of Karen's breasts,
now pressed snugly into her back. She was starting to feel that warm,
tingly pressure in her pelvis again and gave a little shiver of delight.

Karen lifted Laci's mane of hair, slowly trailing her fingers through
it. Oh, how she loved this stream of honey-hued silk - soft to the touch
like a kitten's fur, long and gently curled at the edges. She drew the
brush along the length of Laci's hair from underneath in one smooth, even
stroke. There were still a few sleep tangles, but Laci didn't flinch when
the bristles of the brush caught them.  Laci's eyes were closed, her
breathing slow and regular as though she was in a trance. Karen continued
to wield the brush in long, slow sweeps - the back, the sides, over the
top. Pausing in mid-stroke, Karen brought a handful of Laci's mane to her
nose. Its fragrance was subtle and delicious... the lingering aroma of
fruit-scented shampoo or conditioner, enhanced by a tiny hint of Laci's
natural body fragrance and a trace of her sex, left over from last
night. "I love your hair, baby girl," Karen said, "it's so beautiful and
soft, and it smells so nice."

"It feels good to have you brush it, so relaxing," Laci murmured thickly.

Karen gently tilted Laci's head back until she could gaze down at her
little lover's upturned face. Laci's eyes were still closed, her naturally
long, thick lashes resting against her cheekbones. Her full, almost pouty
lips, so wonderfully delicate and soft, were parted slightly.

Karen was already entranced by the simple act of brushing Laci's dark
golden tresses, and taking in the fairy-like beauty of her face filled the
woman with a frantic desire that had to be dealt with. Dropping the brush
to the bed, Karen curled an arm around Laci's shoulder to tenderly cup the
girl's chin in her hand. She slid her cheek against Laci's, touching her
lips to that achingly lovely mouth. Laci moaned in mixed surprise and
pleasure, but her eyes remained shut as Karen tenderly kissed her, again
and again.

Finally, Karen let her kiss linger, using her tongue to gently penetrate
Laci's lips and slip into her mouth, seeking out the child's tongue and
encouraging it to play. They shared a gentle but intensely passionate
French kiss, finally parting with a last tiny peck.

Laci sighed blissfully, her eyes still closed. "Karen?" she breathed. "Can
we do something special? I've dreamed about it for a long time." A part of
Laci was shocked that she was about to give voice to her most secret
longing, but another part of her didn't care.

"Of course we can, precious darling. Anything you want." Karen allowed her
hands to slip down Laci's body to stroke her thin flanks, then bent to
nuzzle the nape of her neck, making the girl giggle softly and shrug her
shoulders. "What's your dream? Tell me."

Karen was struck by Laci's languid, sleepy eyes, by how relaxed and at ease
the girl was with their lovemaking. Such a sensual creature, she told
herself. My God, she's a perfect lover.

"Can I suck on your... breasts... y'know, like they're filled with milk,
an' I'm a baby drinking from them?" Laci's heartbeat sped up at the
revelation of her long-concealed fantasy. Would Karen think she was weird?

Karen shifted her hands up to Laci's chest, gently cupping and squeezing
the teen's breast buds through the nightie she wore. "Of course you can,
princess. I'd like that very much."

Karen was sensitive enough to understand that this was one of Laci's most
secret desires. She decided, then and there, that she owed this angelic
child a secret of hers in return.

Karen shifted, lying down on her side and bringing Laci along, so that the
girl was facing her at breast level. Laci's eyes were sparkling now.

"You know, Laci," Karen said softly as she stroked Laci's freshly brushed
mane. "I've never told anyone this before, but when Amy was a baby and I
breast fed her, sometimes it felt so good that I'd put my hand between my
legs and touch myself until I had -- oh, wonderful orgasms. Sometimes, I'd
get so full, milk would dribble out and I'd need to nurse Amy or feel like
I'd explode. And if we were alone, just the two of us, I'd nearly always
finger my pussy while she drank from me." She sighed wistfully. "It's
funny... but those seem like the times when I was closest to Amy. I always
felt guilty afterward, too, but I couldn't stop."

"Wish I'd been your baby," Laci said wistfully. "I would've loved for you
to do that with me."

With a loving smile, Karen lifted her breast with one hand and drew Laci's
head to her with the other. "You can be my baby now, sweetheart," she
whispered. Her nipples were now stiff and very tender, just from thinking
of Laci nursing.

Laci used her hands to frame Karen's creamy breast, imagining it full, firm
and heavy with warm milk. She parted her lips... and Karen gasped when Laci
drew the stiff but pliable bud into the moist heat of her mouth and began
to suckle.

Laci glanced up at Karen but continued nursing, her eyes shining with
delight as she took in the look of pure joy on her grownup lover's
face. See how stupid you were... so afraid she'd think you were all weird
and creepy cause you wanted this?  Karen cradled Laci close, stroking her
hair. This precious angel never had the chance to be a baby, never really
knew what it's like to be this close to someone who loved her. She trailed
her hand down Laci's side and began to gently stroke her belly, then began
to croon a little lullaby she'd sung to Amy when she was an infant. "If you
go out in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise..."

Laci hummed contentedly at the comforting sound of Karen's voice. No one
had ever sung to her before. Her body was warm all over now, and that glow
under her tummy grew stronger and started to spread. She suckled harder,
nipping gently at the swollen tip of Karen's breast. Oh how I wish there
was real milk coming out, Laci thought with an inner sigh.

Karen inched her hand down further, still singing of happy teddy bears and
gazing in wonder at Laci, who seemed to become more beautiful by the
minute. Gently lifting the hem of Laci's nightie, she slipped her hand
between the child's damp thighs. Laci moaned, opening her legs to receive
Karen's touch.

Karen's heart pounded as she stroked Laci's puffy outer labia, still smooth
and naturally bare. As she finished the lullaby, she cupped and squeezed
the girl's mound, then ever so carefully pressed her middle finger between
Laci's labia and eased it into the hot, sticky slit. Laci whimpered and her
breathing began to quicken.

How could anything feel so good? Laci wondered. When Karen touched her down
there, it was magical - unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She lifted
her hips, wanting more of that lovely finger moving around inside her. Her
mouth slackened and she released Karen's breast with a wet sound, a strand
of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening nipple. Another half-inch
of Karen's finger entered Laci's sex -- the girl arched her body in
response, a tiny cry escaping her quivering lips.  Karen continued to
penetrate Laci, pushing a little harder, nudging deeper. At last, she had
her finger hooked into Laci's exquisitely tight vagina, making the lovely
girl chirp like a delicate bird. She was hot inside, like warmed liquid
silk. Probing Laci's pussy, she murmured, "Do you like that, baby girl?"
steadily working her finger in and out.

The pleasure Laci felt from Karen's touch wasn't as intense as it had been
last night; now it seemed nicer, more friendly. Almost automatically, Laci
began to move her hips to the rhythm of Karen's caresses. "Ohhh, Karen,"
she whispered. "It feels so good when you're inside me."

Karen replied by pushing her finger as deep as it could go, and the girl
shuddered, opening her legs even wider. After a few more strokes Karen
withdrew her finger, then used the flat of her hand to massage Laci's
vulva, spreading her honey-like essence over the child's delicate
sex. Laci's moans grew louder, longer.

"Your little treasure is sooo beautiful, my sweet darling," Karen
cooed. "So warm and wet and wonderful..."

"Karen, rub me... please, rub me there."

Hovering over the girl, Karen lowered her face to Laci's and their lips
came together, tongues tangling in a deep kiss. Meanwhile Karen was
moistening two fingers in the wetness of Laci's pussy, then slowly trailing
them up the smooth slit in a single firm stroke until she found the
throbbing pearl of Laci's clit. She teased it with the tips of her fingers,
brought it forth so the jewel beneath the fleshy hood could come out to be
loved.

Laci gasped into Karen's mouth, seized by a jolt of pleasure. Her body
instantly fell into the rhythm of Karen's strokes and she helplessly thrust
her hips up and down, back and forth. The warm bubble inside was swelling
steadily, and little tendrils of heat rippled outward from her pussy to
warm the whole of her.  "That's my precious baby," Karen whispered, her
lips brushing Laci's flushed cheeks. "Your love spot feels so good to my
fingers, so hot and slippery." She kept up those tiny circular strokes as
Laci drew closer to sexual release, her undulations growing ever more
urgent.

Suddenly Laci whimpered, buried her hands in Karen's hair and arched her
body up from the bed, her whimper building to a scream as an orgasm came
before she expected it.

When it happened this time, it wasn't with the same explosive force of last
night, but more like an ocean wave that grew and grew as it neared the
rocks, finally collapsing with a rush. Her pussy tightened, quivered and
released again and again, and she cried out loud, her little body
tightening and trembling.

"That's my love - let it happen, baby girl," Karen encouraged, still
stroking Laci's wet sex. "Just like that. Come for me, honey, I love it
when you come."  Laci gasped with each new surge, the pleasure becoming
nearly too powerful to bear - but Karen didn't stop this time. She eased
the pressure, but kept stroking. Her head spinning crazily, Laci fell back
on the bed, expecting Karen to stop then. When she didn't, Laci was
surprised at the way her body responded. There was room for more good
feelings in there! Her sex didn't turn sensitive, like it always did when
she rubbed herself. Instead she felt herself opening up, longing to feel it
all again.

"Can I keep going, baby?" Karen purred.

Panting for breath, Laci licked her lips. "Ohhh yes, Karen, keep going,
there's more in me. It feels soooooo good, so so good. Oh Karen, Karen, I
love you so much!"

Karen gradually increased the pressure of her caresses, careful to make
sure Laci wasn't overwhelmed. "Would you like me to kiss you there, baby
girl? Do you want me to kiss your lovely treasure?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! Please kiss me there, kiss me hard!"

"Let's get this nightie off, then." Karen took hold of the hem of the
knee-length nightie - now drawn up far enough to expose the child's naked
lower half -- and tugged it up and over Laci's head, the girl sitting
upright and raising both arms to make Karen's task easier.

That accomplished, Karen tenderly lay the now nude Laci down on the bed,
pausing to drink in the sight of her bare beauty before they made love.

Her heart racing, Karen bent down to suckle each of Laci's breast buds in
turn, and the child gasped and shuddered. Taking her hand away, Karen
carefully moved between Laci's spread legs, then reached over to grab a
pillow from the head of the bed. "Okay baby, lift your sweet bottom off the
bed for just a sec."

Eyes fixed on Karen, Laci lifted her butt off the bed, and Karen deftly
slipped the pillow beneath her. "There, baby," Karen smiled. "Let the
pillow lift your sexy little honey pot for me." With an experienced
partner, there usually wasn't a problem getting into a reasonably
comfortable position to give or receive oral love; there always seemed to
be an unspoken understanding of the need for easy access. But Karen didn't
want to overwhelm her child-lover with worrying about such things. The
pillow made it much easier for both of them.

Karen sprawled between the little girl's open legs, gazing hungrily at
Laci's sex. Her entire crotch was wet and glistening, thighs sticky. Laci's
eyes were wide with anticipation and she made tiny little noises with each
rapid breath. Her fragrance was much stronger this time, an intoxicating,
vaguely ocean-like aroma cut through with a humid musk. Breathing deeply of
the thick perfume, Karen framed the child's elevated pussy with both hands,
tenderly spreading her open.

Laci's open vagina was frothy and bubbly with nectar, and Karen watched in
awe as a small driblet trickled down into her crack. The space between her
inner and outer labia were coated with a layer of glistening honey. None of
this took more than a few seconds to digest.

Karen settled into a comfortable position on her stomach, knees bent and
feet up, girlishly swaying back and forth. She gave a satisfied sigh,
buried her face between the little girl's legs and began to devour her
love. She ran the flat of her tongue up Laci's sleeve once, twice, three
times, gathering her delicious offerings. Laci squealed with each lick,
burying her fingers in Karen's hair. Holding the narrow slit wide open,
Karen worked her tongue as deeply as she could into Laci's pussy hole -
probing, tasting, slurping. After a moment she withdrew, drawing her tongue
up through Laci's vaginal opening to find her swollen little clit. It was a
little awkward at first, but she was able to slip two fingers into the
child's vagina and still keep her spread wide enough to fully expose her
pink pearl. Karen flicked that pulsating button with the tip of her tongue
while she fucked Laci with her fingers.

Laci cried out with each gasping breath. The sensations were lovely; too
intense to resist. Her entire body seemed to tighten, then let go in a
long, shuddering, quivering surge. Laci's legs kicked out almost violently
as the young girl strained and grimaced and moaned, a slave to
ecstasy. Then it happened again and again and again, great shaking spasms
that made her tremble all over and sent the most amazing feelings pulsing
through her. She cried out and blurted, "Oh Karen, Karen, ohmygod, ohhh,
ohhh, fuck, fuck, ohmygod," completely oblivious of the swear words that
flowed from her mouth.

Laci's mound was now a frothy mess, a mixture of her own love honey and
saliva. Karen continued to feast on the mewling child - lapping up her
wetness, stoking her lover's vagina into a bubbling, boiling, overflowing
cauldron.

Karen instinctively knew from the subtle changes in Laci's cries when she
reached the line between just enough and too much. Her kisses and fondling
grew gentler, then tapered off completely... and at last Laci fell back
panting, eyes glazed, chest rising and falling, bangs plastered wetly to
her forehead.

What an incredible girl, Karen marveled. I'll bet I could get her pussy to
gush if I tried. But not now. She's spent. Look at how sweet and gorgeous
she looks, lying there all tuckered out. Oh my, she's such a beautiful,
lovely little muffin.  Karen gently eased the pillow from under Laci's
bottom before scooting up to draw her girl into a loving embrace.

Laci's mind swam in a sea of warmth, her thoughts jumbled. One managed to
peek through. I can't be selfish this time, I have to love Karen
back. OoohhhhhhGOD I can't believe how good she makes me feel, so relaxed
and warm, I could lie here forever... NO! She forced both eyes open, trying
to rouse herself. I can't be lazy, I gotta make her feel good now.

She groped for Karen's pubis - but her hand moved unsteadily, as if she
were waking from a dream. Karen caught that soft little hand and brought it
to her lips to kiss. "No baby, wait," she crooned comfortingly. "There's
plenty of time."

" But Karen," Laci murmured thickly. "It's not fair. You made me feel so
nice, an' I haven't done anything for you. I don't wanna be selfish."

"Shhhh, baby girl. You're not selfish, I promise. Just rest a little,
cuddle with me. We can worry about the rest later. Right now, I just want
to snuggle with you. That makes me very happy."

It was a magic time for Karen, this interval of rest between rounds of
lovemaking, a time of glowing warmth and the promise of more to come, once
their strength had been regained. It was also the time when both Karen and
Laci were at their most open and vulnerable.

Karen held Laci, stroked and caressed her, lovingly kissed her sweet mouth
again and again.

But soon her contentment was interrupted by guilty thoughts, flaring like a
toothache and refusing to go away. What the hell am I doing, having sex
with a thirteen-year-old girl with mommy issues? My daughter's friend, for
Chrissakes! Why am I letting myself fall for her?

Why? Looking at Laci; so incredibly beautiful, her body so taut, so soft,
so perfect, swimming in those deep, hypnotic eyes -- God, those eyes, so
guileless and adoring and pleading, so honest. Then there was the memory of
her frantic cries, her kicking legs, the urgent thrusts of her pelvis
against Karen's mouth as she was wracked by orgasms, her luscious pussy,
its juices flowing freely. The wet patch on the bed, proof of Laci's
passion -- that was why. Karen understood now that Laci was one of those
girls with a ravenous emotional appetite, and once the door of her
sexuality had unlocked and opened, there would be no putting Humpty back
together. That's why.

In her heart, Karen had known even last night what she was going to do,
soon as Laci had admitted the love she felt for her best friend's
mommy. Now they were lovers, lying together in the aftermath of sexual
union, and Karen, once and for all, refused to back away from her decision
to let this thing happen.

There was no use fighting it. Time to put aside those nagging worries. Oh,
she wouldn't kid herself - this relationship might well cost her everything
she had, send her to prison, shatter her heart into a million pieces. But
she was determined to stop fighting the passion she felt and love this
girl, wholeheartedly and without reservation. She'd move carefully, of
course, and wait to cross any bridges until she came to them.

* * *

Laci didn't fall asleep this time. She lay curled in Karen's arms, eyes
wide open. In the dim light of the bedroom, Laci's eyes seemed dark as
those of a raven. I could swim in those eyes, Karen thought. The child's
gaze was unintentionally hypnotic, holding Karen's in its grip. There was
no pain in those deep, dreamy pools, just contentment and... love.

At last, Karen pushed back a strand of the girl's silky hair. "Penny for
your thoughts," she murmured.

Laci shifted and smiled shyly, as if a little embarrassed at being caught
in a trance. She sighed happily and shrugged. "You. Me. Us. Being in love
with you. I-I feel so warm, and good. Like I'm in a magic place no one ever
told me about."

Karen chuckled. "Me too, kitten. Me too. I guess we needed each other to
find it."  Laci stirred, slipping her hands from beneath the warmth of the
bedclothes to draw Karen's face down to hers. Their lips meeting, the girl
plunged her tongue into Karen's mouth to taste her lover. Laci's heart
throbbed with excitement as Karen drew her in, the woman's tongue stirring
to life and dancing with hers.

They kissed long and deep, and when Laci pulled back, their mouths parting
with a wet smack, she traced her older lover's beautiful lips with the tip
of her tongue.  "Karen," she murmured.

"Yes, kitten?" Karen whispered against the girl's chin.

"You promised. You promised I could make love to you." There was a gentle
but firm tone to her words.

Why should I insist on fighting this? Karen asked herself. Why be a
frigging martyr to this stupid guilt?

Taking a deep breath, Karen let her heart speak. "Nothing would make me
happier, kitten. You can do whatever feels right to you. It's just
that... see, I don't want you to make love to me because you feel you're
supposed to." She cupped the little girl's face in her hands, their noses
nearly touching. "When you feel a need deep inside, like you've got to make
love to me or you'll explode... well, that's when it should happen."

On an instinctive level, Laci understood what Karen was telling her. The
pleasures she had already experienced were already a little overwhelming,
and Karen seemed to feel like taking this much further would be like
throwing Laci into the deep end of the pool for her first swimming
lesson. She's telling me I should slow down, relax. Don't rush things.

But Laci's hunger was too sharp and ravenous for her to relax. "Karen?" she
breathed.

"What, baby girl?"

"I... I feel that way right now. Like I'm 'bout to explode, I want to love
you so much..."

With that, she thrust herself against Karen, kissing her with a fierce
urgency, her tongue probing and exploring. Laci's hands wandered over
Karen's body, the child marveling at the softness of her older lover's
skin, the warm, cozy aroma of her, the way Karen gasped at her touch.

Laci was astonished at how certain parts of their bodies could be sexual,
sensual things, parts it had never occurred to her to think of in a sexual
context. Fingers, hands, tummies, thighs, necks, shoulders, ears...

But there were sexy sounds, too -- everyday noises people made that became
much more exciting when heard in the heat of lovemaking. It seemed magical,
the way she could touch Karen in the most ordinary places, like her neck or
her tummy, and feel her shiver and coo with pleasure. Or how Karen could
touch her in those seemingly innocent places and it felt so amazing, like
she'd discovered some mysterious spot Laci never knew existed.

It was that way now as Laci explored Karen's body with the tips of her
fingers. Oh, how soft and wonderful her skin feels... touching her makes me
feel so warm and squirmy inside. She nuzzled Karen's face, her lips lightly
brushing the woman's mouth, her cheeks, her chin. Karen moaned quietly,
tilting her head back like a cat taking delight in being scratched.

Laci gently, subtly nudged Karen until her dream-love rolled onto her back,
opening herself in an offering to the princess-child. Laci covered Karen's
face with kisses while seeking out her breasts with both hands, cupping the
tender globes lovingly when she found them. Karen inhaled sharply when
Laci's fingers brushed her erect nipples. Her lust now in full flame, she
reached out for her young lover, drawing her nearer.

Hungry for more, Laci climbed atop Karen, grinding her taut young body
against Karen's softer frame. She shook her hair, then swept it back. "Am I
too heavy?" she asked.

"No baby," Karen murmured. "You're just right."

Laci lowered her wet mouth to Karen's creamy breasts, her hair spilling
over her lover's skin. She took a nipple into her mouth, more aggressively
than she had when she was pretending to be a baby. She suckled it, held it
in her teeth and let it slip free, then did it again... and again.

"Oh God!" Karen cried out as the sweet shock of Laci's gentle bites surged
through her breasts. "Oh God!" She buried her trembling fingers in the
child's hair, arching her body up from the bed. Oh God indeed! A bubble of
molten lava seemed to be forming, growing in her pelvis, spreading its heat
through her body.

Laci thrilled at Karen's response to her loving. Her boobies -- her tits --
are so wonderful, like big warm pillows, and she loves it when I bite them
just a little bit! Laci straightened up and tossed her hair back, now
straddling her lover's belly. She reached down to cup and squeeze Karen's
breasts, stroked them, delighting in how her stiff nipples felt against the
palm of the hand. She unconsciously began to slide her hips back and forth,
and ooohhhh golly that made her sex tingle deliciously.

"Oh baby," Karen whispered. "My precious, darling muffin, you make me feel
so good."

Laci's breathing was hard and sharp as the child concentrated on Karen, her
mind focused on the woman's pleasure. I'm not gonna ask her this time. I'm
just gonna kiss her... pussy. Her pussy. And lick her, and taste her, and
love her, too! Just do what my heart says, and my heart loves her so much,
so very much...

Laci gingerly climbed off Karen's body. She wasn't going to do it to Karen
the way she had last time, lying between her legs. No, there was another
way, Laci was sure of it, she'd dreamed of it when she masturbated, seen it
in pictures she found on the internet. She softly said, "I want to try it a
little different, okay?"

Karen peered up at Laci through the thick swirling haze that seemed to be
clouding her mind right then. She was puzzled by Laci's cryptic assertion,
but wasn't going to argue over what her child-lover wanted. I told her to
act when she felt that need deep inside; now she's doing just that and it
couldn't be lovelier. Far as I'm concerned, she can have me any way she
wants.

Laci reached for the same pillow Karen had placed under her own hips
earlier and shoved it beneath her tummy, stretching out her legs. Now she
lay perpendicular to Karen, stretched out with the pillow comfortably
tucked under her hips. She licked Karen's tummy, making her gasp and
shiver. "Oh, that's lovely," Karen murmured.

Laci smiled and repeated the action, but lower this time. She let her hand
wander over the rise of Karen's pubis and her lover moaned softly, subtly
raising her hips to encourage Laci to continue. On impulse, Laci sought out
Karen's belly button with her lips, sensing that she would like to be
tongue kissed there. The child wriggled her tongue into the tiny opening
and, at the same instant, made a vee of her middle and index fingers and
traced the puffy ridge of Karen's outer labia with them. Laci's twin
actions made Karen yip in delighted surprise, and who knew which of the two
sent the pleasurable pang through her midsection? Then again, what did it
matter? This girl was amazing.

Laci drew her fingers back up along Karen's outer lips, then down again,
repeating the process. Up, down, pressing firmly, Laci stroked Karen's
pussy, still playfully twirling her tongue in the woman's navel. She
nuzzled her way over to the crease where Karen's thigh met her pelvis, and
it was warm there, so warm and sticky. Karen was moaning now, rocking her
legs back and forth, hips slowly churning. Laci kissed a pathway down
Karen's abdomen, moving steadily closer to her mons while she lightly
caressed Karen's sex with the back of her hand, then teased the moist
opening with the pads of her fingers.

Oh Jesus, how did this sweet girl know how to do such things? Karen hadn't
had a huge number of lovers in her life, but only one or two had known how
to touch her like that. It made that bubble of lava swell inside her, its
heat echoing the rising warmth between her thighs. Every breath Karen took
was accompanied by a soft moan, and her hips continued to roll without any
conscious input.

As Laci reached the rise of Karen's mons, she teased a finger between the
moist labia at the base of the woman's pussy. Oh God, she would never tire
of the way Karen's pussy felt to her fingers. It was sooo moist and hot -
fever hot.  Drawing her finger upward, the sleeve of Karen's sex opened
like a zipper. It was sticky and wet, a path with genuine tactile wonders
to be touched and explored along the way. She paused to trace a fingertip
around Karen's clitoris, making her lover cry out in reply. Be careful,
Laci told herself. You can't spend too much time touching her special
place, not unless you want to make her finish really soon.

Karen felt as if she was floating in a friendly, toasty-warm haze. Those
pangs were surging over her, growing stronger each time, the lava bubble
still inflating, filled with the promise of ecstasy.

Laci ran her tongue over the smooth-shaven mound while using all four
fingers to smear wetness over Karen's labia. Unfortunately, her position
was a little awkward, her access to Karen's pussy trickier than it needed
to be. Laci pondered the problem, slowly nodding as the solution came to
her.  The child remembered Karen telling her that lovers could talk to each
other during sex. She lifted her head, shaking her hair back and out of her
face. "Karen?" she said. "Can you lift this leg just a little bit?""

Karen broke free from her reverie just long enough to realize that Laci had
asked her something. "What -- what's that, baby girl?"

"Your leg," Laci replied, tapping Karen's upper thigh. "If you lift it
some, I can make love to you better."

Karen obliged, drawing her right foot in about six inches.

"Yeah, like that -- up just a little," Laci chirped, and hooked an arm
underneath the slightly raised thigh before resting her chin on Karen's
hip, watching her hand as it slid between the woman's legs to toy with the
opening of her vagina. The child then drew closer, paused to kiss the rise
of Karen's mound, took a deep breath - then wriggled her index finger deep,
deep into Karen's pussy. Once again, the girl was amazed at how hot and wet
her lover was inside.

A trickle of nectar dribbled out of Karen when Laci used her probing finger
and thumb to open the juicy vagina, catching a glimpse of fiery pink
flesh. It was a breathtaking sight. And the smell! It was... beyond
anything in Laci's catalog of aromas. Musky, oceany, like the thick scent
of an armpit without deodorant, a fresh-mowed lawn, sweat and so many other
things, mingling into a rich and intoxicating fragrance. Laci closed her
eyes for a moment to breathe it in, then went back to work.

Karen shuddered as her muscles began to stretch, then tighten. Oh my,
yes... this is what it's all about. How can anything feel so, so GOOD! She
struggled to raise up onto her elbows, wanting to see her little goddess
lover. Oh good God, the sight of Laci's unruly mass of hair, drawing nearer
as her tongue emerged to touch Karen's throbbing clit. That first lick
brought a passionate moan from Karen's throat, but when Laci plunged into
her once more, this time adding another finger...

Karen cried out, threw her head back and collapsed on the bed. Her leg
began to jiggle on its own and she clutched at her thigh to still it.

Oblivious to all but her lover's body, Laci thrust her fingers even deeper
into Karen and began to explore her for real, inside and out. She flicked
her tongue up and down the woman's labial channel, tickling and
tasting. While she fucked Karen, the child shifted her hand this way and
that, feeling around inside Karen as if trying to memorize the warm
interior of her vagina.

Suddenly, Karen cried out and stiffened, her pussy clamping tightly around
Laci's finger. Laci could feel it quiver! Knowing the time was now or
never, the girl quickly sucked Karen's clit between her lips.

Karen hadn't planned on coming so soon, but what was happening inside her
at that instant was beyond any ability to control. Her pelvis churned
wildly, despite her effort to stay relatively still so as not to throw Laci
like a wild stallion. Instinctively, she braced herself for more, sensing
that her orgasms were going to roll out hard, fast, and furiously.

Laci twisted her hand once more - this time, so she could explore the roof
of Karen's vagina while suckling her older lover's pearl. Her finger found
a subtle spot... a smooth, round bump, a dome about the size of the top of
a bird's egg. It wasn't all that different from the other bumps she'd
discovered. But when she investigated this one by pressing it with her
finger, Karen yelped, her body jerking as if she'd been shocked. Laci give
a squeak of surprise, then pressed the spot once more.

Karen jerked again, now panting furiously. "Oh yes, baby girl!" she
cried. "Right there! Th-that place! Ohhhh my GOD!"

She was coming now, shaking from head to toe as Laci's touch sent pulses of
raw, primal pleasure surging up her spine; but there was more, oh God yes,
there was a liquid heat inside her, a surging, cascading river of it.

Only one other lover had found that secret spot before. It was something
Karen had never allowed herself to describe to her other sexual partners,
afraid they would accuse her of playing fast and loose with the truth, if
not flat-out lying. But this teen girl had found that magical place almost
by accident - and once she did, Karen lost all control.

Laci was a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of Karen's orgasm. She'd seen
her grownup lover come pretty intensely already, but not quite like
this. It was a bit intimidating... but totally exciting, too! Still, Laci
understood that she mustn't stop now, she had to keep going. Her body was
contorted though not uncomfortably, so she could work her fingers in and
out of Karen's pussy while nursing her clit, bathing in wetness, drinking
down the thick nectar, her saliva blending into the frothy soup. The
woman's pussy seemed alive, hungry; taking everything Laci had to give and
demanding more.

Karen writhed, her arms spread out, hands snatching at the bed sheets. Then
suddenly she gasped, gone rigid. Her body was clenched like a fist, muscles
quivering, the breath frozen in her lungs. Then exhaling in a rush, again
she cried, "Oh God! Oh G-God!"

Suddenly, her agonized ecstasy seemed to reach its peak. It built and
built, her body moving urgently to its inner rhythm. Karen let out a
half-gasp, half-screech when Laci used the pads of her fingers to rub
firmly at her magic spot, then she went into a full body spasm - breath
held tightly, face violently contorted, back arched up from the bed as if
in a seizure. Then in a rush, she blurted, "Oooooohhhh GOD! Oh God oh God
oh God! OOHHH FUCK!" Her pussy, her entire pelvis seized up under Laci's
ministration, nectar flowing freely from the vaginal opening.  "Huh! Huh!
Huh! Huh!" Karen panted, her hands fluttering rapidly on Laci's back. With
each wave, her pussy offered another surging gush of honey, oozing over
Laci's hand and dripping onto the bed.

They kept coming, those undulating spasms; for how long Laci wasn't
sure. It felt at once like hours, then mere seconds. The child's soul sang
with exhilaration that she was able to do this to Karen -- for
Karen. Nothing in her young life had prepared her for what her lover was
going through.

Was it too much? Should she stop? Something inside said No, not yet. Laci
continued to massage the interior of Karen's pussy with her fingers while
letting her mouth drift down from Karen's throbbing clit to slurp from the
flowing nectar. The volume of liquid seemed astonishing, as though Karen
had peed herself - but it clearly wasn't urine that Laci tasted. Its flavor
was tangy, vaguely like lemonade, and wasn't coming from Karen's pee hole,
as Laci could touch that spot with her tongue and found it to be clean.

At last, Karen's orgasms began to taper off. Sensing that she'd finally had
enough, Laci carefully extracted her fingers from Karen's pussy, then began
to cup and tenderly caress the dazed woman's vulva with her dripping hand.

Pausing a moment to catch her breath, Laci laid her head on Karen's tummy,
listening, awed by how much there was to feel and hear. Karen was still
quivering, heartbeat racing frantically. Every so often, a sweet aftershock
would pulse through her, making Karen cry out as her body jerked. Laci
stroked her lightly, lovingly, turning to leave soft kisses on her lover's
belly.

After a while, Laci lifted her head to see Karen lying limp and spent, eyes
peacefully closed. Laci sat up, stretched herself, then noticed that the
room had grown slightly colder. The blankets were bunched and tangled at
the foot of the bed, so the girl reached down to grab them, dragging the
covers up to pull over their damp bodies. That done, Laci snuggled into
Karen as closely as she could, relaxing with a happy sigh.

Karen turned to face her, but at first it was as though she wasn't really
there, a faraway light in her eyes. Then she seemed to see Laci as if for
the first time, frowning at the child for an instant before breaking into a
sleepy smile. "I've never been to the place you just took me," she
murmured, the smile still on her lips as she shifted onto her back again,
eyes drifting shut.

Nuzzling Karen's ear, Laci whispered, "Karen, I love you. I love you with
all my heart."

Karen, eyes still closed, replied, "I love you too, Laci baby."

Laci couldn't help but smile hugely. For so long the young girl had craved
love, ached for it -- first, as a child with an uncaring, neglectful mommy;
then as a preteen who secretly liked girls and women instead of
boys. Especially one woman, Laci thought, and now... now we love each
other. Her heart at peace, Laci brushed Karen's neck with her lips.

Karen was dazed, barely part of the conscious world, still aglow from her
lovemaking with Laci. It was as though she'd been on an enormous roller
coaster cradled by a cloud: rising up, up, up -- slowly drawing closer to
the peak, her body tensing in anticipation as it neared the indeterminate
top. Then over and plunging fast, her insides surging and pulsing with
delight as she went plunging to the bottom in a breathless rush before
starting the climb again. Up, up, up to the heavenly heights, and this time
the drop was even steeper - lurching, turning, spinning, wrenching
deliciously at her flailing body. Then more rises, dips, twists, turns,
lights flashing and strobing all the while, the air warm and wonderful as
it raced past. Then, oh then, the steepest climb yet, so far, so high, her
soul quivering in anticipation of the plunge to come. Reaching the top left
her weightless, all but floating in mid-air until the final heart-stopping
drop. She was laughing, screaming with joy, arms extended heavenward, the
bottom rising to meet her like a great lake of warm water. When she hit, it
was like plunging into a tropical ocean, liquid spraying and splashing
every which way, her body skittering across the surface like a skimmed
stone. Bouncing over and over with an exhilarating sense of joy, she
finally came to a rest who knew where.  Karen saw herself in a ocean
paradise, bathed in warmth from the sea and the brilliant sun. On the far
shore she saw Laci, laughing and calling to her. Laci, the angel who'd
brought her to this ride. Such an adorable little girl, so full of
love. Karen wondered how she'd ever earned the right to have such beauty in
her life.

When at last she floated to the shore, laughing with delight as she emerged
dripping from the sea, she had to tell her sweet little love, "I've never
been on this ride before. How did you know about it?"

"Because I love you."

"I love you."

Karen dozed peacefully, fast asleep.

* * * * *

The house was completely still and dark except for the soft whisper of
their breathing. It was late -- though honestly, Karen had no idea was time
it was. She was tired, oh so tired, but it was a wonderful kind of tired,
sweet and satisfying. Laci was gently, idly caressing Karen's bare buttocks
while pressed in her lover's arms.

It seemed almost impossible for Karen to comprehend how she'd be able to
function in any practical way, not after the place Laci had taken her
to. But there was no getting around it -- they were snowed in and without
electricity, and she had to find some way to provide light, get something
to eat and drink, melt some snow to flush the toilets before they stank
like an outhouse. Both of them, woman and child, simply wanted to stay in
the warm bed, happy and secure in each others But... there was work to be
done.

Laci understood, and in all her youthful vigor, she recovered quickly from
their workout and did her best to help Karen. After finding Coleman lamps
and a couple of old fashioned oil-and-wick lanterns, Karen put a stock pot
of snow on the stove to liquefy, then heated up cheese raviolis with sauce
from a jar. Quick, easy and filling.

The chores accomplished, it was time to rest, and the two lovers snuggled
together, each tenderly stroking the other.

"Karen?" Laci murmured hesitantly.

"Yes, darling girl?"

"Am I going to be able to stay with you all the time?"

Karen took a deep breath, slowly released it. She was feeling a little
sleepy and not really in the right frame of mind to wrestle with this
subject, but it had to be dealt with some time. Obviously. So then, she
asked herself, how can I make this sweet child mine for real?

She began to toy with Laci's hair, letting her fingers glide through the
golden strands. "Well, honey... I think, for a little while anyway, you're
going to have to stay in town during the week and come out here on the
weekend. Ssshhhh, baby, listen to me," Karen said, placing her fingers over
Laci's lips before the child could interrupt her. "I need time to figure
out how we're going to live together. We have to be very careful about
that, because of our being lovers. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Laci sighed.

"Plus, I have a job, and that's how I'm going to keep food on our
table. But you have a job, too."

Laci cocked her head to one side, giving Karen a confused look. "I've got
a... a job?"

You need to -- you have to keep going to school. I know it's hard already
and it'll be even harder now. But you've got to stick with it. You're an
incredibly smart girl, that's obvious. Amy used to talk about how well you
did in school, how easily everything came to you. Well, you have to keep
making those good grades. In time, I'll figure out another way for you to
go to school. But I need to concentrate on fixing it so you can live here
with me before I can do anything else. I know it's going to be rough for
you -- for both of us - but I think you're strong enough, adult enough to
trust me to do what has to be done for us to be together like we want. Does
that make sense?"

With a sigh, Laci snuggled into the warmth of her lover. She knew Karen was
right. It wouldn't be easy, having to go back to her old life and wait for
things to happen, so that one day she and Karen could be together for
always. But she had to do her part; to carry her share of the load. "I
know," she whispered. "I'll get by, and do what I have to do. As long as I
know you love me, and that someday we'll be together... " She lifted her
head, gave Karen a hopeful look. "Do I get to see you on the weekends?"

Karen placed a kiss on Laci's brow. "Yes, baby, the weekends will be
ours. And we'll talk during the week. But let's not worry about all that
right now. We're going to be snowed in for awhile, so we should enjoy the
time we've got."

" I love you, Karen," Laci declared, hugging the older woman fiercely. "I
would do anything -- anything for you. I've never loved anyone so much."

Karen returned Laci's hug. "I love you my dear, darling kitten." She was on
the verge of adding, I love you more than Amy. Horrified, she quickly
stifled the thought. "Now, baby girl, let's cuddle up and get some sleep."

Without another word, Laci settled into Karen's arms and relaxed
completely.  Cradling Laci to her, Karen marveled at the enormous turn her
life had taken in barely twenty-four hours. Winning the
hundred-million-dollar lottery was the only thing she could imagine that
might bring a similarly profound change. And I never buy lottery tickets,
she thought with a wry smile.

Out of nowhere. an image came to her -- little Laci, completely nude and
with the words Fragile: Handle with Care stenciled on her tummy. Karen
nodded. Handle with care, indeed.

She began to hum very softly, then, almost whispering: "If you go out in
the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise. If you go out in the woods
today, you'd better go in disguise..."

By then, Laci's breathing had become steady, as the child snoozed
peacefully in the cozy embrace of her grownup lover.

When Karen stirred the blanket lifted a bit, and the fragrance of sex
emerged to tickle her nose in a most delightful way. She smiled. Is there,
anywhere in the world, a lovelier scent? Not that I've ever known.

In the dead of the night, the silence heavy as a thick blanket, the house
suddenly, secretly seemed to come to life, to take a deep breath and
awaken. Karen turned to glance at the clock on the nightstand. It blinked
12:00... 12:00... 12:00.  The power was back. She sighed contentedly, then
let herself drift off to sleep.