Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 14:13:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tori <letoria69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Karen and Laci Chapter 4: Conflicts

Chapter IV
Conflicts
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"The door is open come on outside."
"No I can't come out today."
It's not the wind that cracked your shoulder
and threw you to the ground.
Who's there that makes you so afraid
you're shaken to the bone?
You know I don't understand --
you deserve so much more than this
So don't tell me why
she's never been good to you
don't tell me why
she's never been there for you
don't you know that why
is simply not good enough
So just let me try
and I will be good to you
Just let me try
And I will be there for you
I'll show you why
You're so much more than good enough

		    From "Good Enough", Sarah McLachlan

Laci dreaded opening the door to the apartment she unwillingly called
home. There was no way of knowing what might be waiting behind it. She'd
gone to the city's library to do her homework rather than come here a
minute sooner than she had to.

Last night, her first night away from Karen since the blizzard, hadn't been
too bad. The apartment was quiet. Her mother Sandra and the nameless
boyfriend du jour were passed out. Then before going to bed for the night,
Laci and Karen talked on the phone about... stuff. Nothing earth-shaking or
overly sexy, just pleasant things that left Laci feeling loved and
warm. Later, Laci woke up during the night to hear her mother and the
boyfriend grunting and snorting like pigs in the other bedroom, a sound
that left her feeling cold and disgusted.

Now, she took a deep breath and stepped inside. The place was as she'd left
it this morning. The same dirty dishes piled precariously in and around the
sink. A mass of trash that hid the kitchen table. Empty beer cans, a
scratched bong, and liquor bottles were strewn about the living-room
floor. Her mother, a disheveled, weary-eyed woman of thirty, was on the
threadbare sofa vaguely watching TV and slurping from a beer can.

"Where the fuck you been, you fucking little slut?" she snapped at Laci
when her bloodshot eyes spied the girl.

Laci cringed, then flared. "What the hell do you care. Out!"

Sandra's lip curled. "Yeah, you been out fucking my boyfriend. Haven't you,
you little whore? I seen him looking at you, don't think I didn't notice."

The thought instantly made Laci feel sick to her stomach. Her anger flashed
out. "God, you're disgusting!" she cried. "You are one sick fucking bitch!
You call me a slut? If I'm a slut, where the fuck did I learn it from?"

Sandra got up from the couch on shaky legs, eyes gleaming with bitter
anger. She was high, probably on meth or coke, and spoiling for a
fight. "That's right, a no good little cunt, and a goddamned fucking thief!
You stole forty bucks from me, you cocksucking whore!"

"Fucking drug money, you bitch!" Laci hollered. "Money to buy fucking drugs
instead of food! That's what you think of me, drugs are more important."

"Yeah, well maybe I need to get high just to put up with you, you little
piece of gutter trash!"

Laci clenched her fists, dimly aware that she was on the verge of losing
control. "What the fuck did I ever do to you?" she screamed. "Why do you
have to treat me like garbage? What the hell did I do for you to hate me?"

At one time, as a teenager, Sandra had been fairly attractive girl,
attractive enough that she was knocked up with Laci at fifteen, and not
completely sure who the father was. Now she was scrawny and worn, her skin
muddy and pockmarked with scars, hair a stringy, greasy rat's nest. All her
upper teeth were missing and she didn't bother with dentures. Her breath,
her whole body, smelled like an outhouse. "You were fucking born," she
laughed derisively. "How's that for starters? You been a pain in my ass
since the day you was born! I knew I shoulda got a goddamned abortion!"

It was a cruel, low blow. "So that's it. You shoulda abortioned me, but you
wanted the fucking welfare check instead! I've been a fucking welfare check
since the day I was born! That's all I am to you, a way for you to buy
drugs and booze! " Laci spat, her arms flailing. "I bet you hate me even
more 'cause I ain't been knocked up yet to bring in more welfare money!"

"That's all you're worth! That's the only thing that makes you worth
anything, you rotten little whore!"

Laci cried out, "You ain't gonna be happy until I'm as fucked up as you
are! Well let me tell you, bitch - that ain't gonna happen! I'm gonna do
something with my life besides stick a fucking needle in my arm! Some
goddamned mother you are! What the fuck did I ever do to make you want to
ruin my life?" Hot tears welled up, but she fought them, not willing to
give her mother the satisfaction.

Sandra had moved dangerously close to Laci. "For starters, trying to steal
my boyfriends! You think you're such a hot fucking little slut! You think I
forgot about that time when you was seven? Caught you trying to suck my
boyfriend's cock? What kinda daughter does that, tries to take her own
mother's man? And now, trying to steal Gerry? You think you're a hot bitch,
you think you can just wiggle your ass and get what you want. But oh no,
not here, you no-good little cunt."

It took time for the full implication of those words to dawn on Laci. Even
incompletely registered, they were enough to push the teen over the
edge. "You! Make! Me! Sick!" she screeched. "You make me wanna puke!" She
shoved her mother back with both hands, making Sandra stagger. Laci grabbed
an empty liquor bottle from the counter and flung it, hard. It shattered
against the wall.

"That better not've still had booze in it," her mother growled darkly.

"Fuck you!" Laci screamed. She hurled a dirty glass, a plate with dried on
food, a cup. Each shattered against the wall with a crash. "Anyone who'd
fuck you is a worthless loser who can't get a real woman!"

"Oh, you hateful bitch!" her mother hissed. She took two steps toward Laci,
eyes ablaze with rage.

Laci snatched a knife from the counter. It was only a butter knife, but
simply grabbing it had the desired effect. "Don't even think about it!" she
cried.

Her mother stopped in mid-step, her face twisted in a snarl. "You little
cunt. I'll get you for this. I'll get you back good, you'll see." Sandra
turned and moved unsteadily back to the couch.

 "Go ahead and try, you disgusting piece of shit!" Laci screamed after her.

It dimly registered in Laci's mind that her mother must be high on smack or
oxycodone today. If it had been meth or coke, the fight would have turned
violent the instant Laci went for the knife. Instead, it was over. Her
mother would forget all about it by morning, probably wouldn't even know
how the dishes had been broken.

Laci stormed off to her room, her mother flinging a parting "Slut!" after
her from the living room.

Laci was shaking when she double-locked the door and flopped on her
bed. She clenched her hands into fists and pounded the pillow, again and
again.

She was still tense with fury when she looked at her cheap watch. Almost
ten o'clock. Karen would call soon, and she needed to calm down before
then.

Laci looked around her room. It was a haven in the tempest of her life. She
gave her mother credit for one thing, at least: she rarely tried to enter
when the bedroom door was closed.

Laci was naturally neat and orderly, and her room reflected it. Her clothes
were all folded and put away, or hung up in her closet. Her little desk was
tidy and the posters on her walls, mostly supermodels and pop idols, were
neatly arranged.

Opening her window, Laci lit a cigarette to calm her jangled nerves before
Karen called. It had only been a day since Karen finally dropped her off
after the blizzard. They'd be back together Friday, the day after tomorrow,
but yesterday seemed ages ago, while Friday was an eternity away. Karen's
phone call before bedtime was the only thing that kept her going.

Laci let her thoughts drift back to the weekend. It had been magic, start
to finish. When they awakened Sunday morning, the power was back on, the
wind had died down, and the snowfall had eased enough that the trees on the
other side of the street were visible. The landscape was a brilliant white,
and the road was plowed, creating monster snowbanks on each side.

She and Karen had luxuriated in a hot bath together, lazily making love as
they soaked, then washed each other's hair, giggling like little kids all
the while. They spent the rest of the afternoon on the sofa, cuddled
together, Laci drinking hot chocolate and Karen tea, watching DVDs and
basking in the joy of doing nothing at all. Later, Karen spent half an hour
gently stroking Laci's sex, slowly building and stoking a fire inside the
girl until it burst forth in a blast of pure heat, Laci mewling frantically
as she came in her lover's arms.

Sometime around dusk, a commotion started outside. Karen jumped up to peer
out the window, heaving a sigh of relief when she saw a man on a snowplow
with his crew, come to dig them out. Four men with snow blowers and shovels
carved a path through the huge bank thrown up at the driveway entrance by
the city plow, so the truck could get in and clear the dooryard. Karen
quickly dressed, put on a pot of coffee and brought each crew member a
steaming mug. Within an hour, they were done, each crew member leaving with
a 'thank you' and a generous tip from Karen.

Giddy in their relief, Karen and Laci retreated to the bedroom and spent
the evening snuggling in bed, making love. Laci couldn't get enough of
Karen's caresses and kisses and the sweet surges of pleasure they gave
her. Nor, it seemed, could she get enough of exploring Karen's sex with her
own fingers and tongue, marveling at each newly discovered facet and
intricacy of a woman's body. At last, they slept, warm and content, their
bodies nestled together.

On the next day, Monday, the sun was back, and it reflected from the snow
like a million dazzling searchlights. After breakfast, Karen dug out some
of Amy's old winter clothes for Laci, and they went out to romp in the
snow. Laci waded deep into a virgin patch of snow only to retreat,
squealing, when it swallowed her up to her tummy. It was too powdery for
snowballs, but fine for scooping up in handfuls and throwing at each other
in gauzy puffs. They shrieked and laughed and smooshed snow in each other's
faces and licked it off and threw more. They chased each other around the
cleared dooryard, climbed the snowbanks and kissed, laughing and out of
breath, atop the artificial hills. Finally, wet and chilled to the bone,
they went inside to luxuriate in another hot bath.

It was only just before drifting off to sleep that a sense of loss crept
over Laci, so intense that she ached inside. Tomorrow was Tuesday; time to
return to school and the squalid life she so longed to leave forever. She
bravely kept her composure, even that next morning when Karen dropped her
off in front of school. It was agony, and her tears threatened to fall, but
she choked them back.

"I know kitten," Karen soothed, desperately wanting to kiss the girl in
public, knowing she couldn't. "I'll call you tonight. Every night. And
we'll be together again this Friday. Hold onto that, honey, okay?"

Her lower lip trembling, a hard knot throbbing in her midsection, Laci
nodded and climbed out of the vehicle, dashing into the school before
succumbing to her tears.

Laci sighed as she took the last puff from her cigarette, squashing the
butt in a small glass ashtray. She closed the window and undressed,
stripping off everything but her panties. The cold air made her little
nipples stand out and she caressed them, marveling at the delicious tickly
feeling it sent through her. She was self-conscious about her small
breasts, but reminded herself that Karen liked them just fine. Posing in
front of the small mirror on the back of the bedroom door, Laci thrust her
mound forward and tried on her best shyly flirtatious look. She bit on her
finger and stuck out her lower lip in a cute pout while shifting her hips
side to side. Karen would shiver at a look like that and call her a
naughty, sexy little muffin. Wasn't it awesome that she could make a grown
woman feel that way?

Smiling to herself, Laci turned away from the mirror and dug out her pink
nightie with the kitten on it, the one that Karen had given her to take
home. She buried her face in the soft material, inhaling deeply. It still
smelled vaguely of her pussy from when she'd masturbated that morning, a
scent that gave her a pleasant thrill.

Laci shook out her hair as she went to the closet to retrieve her most
prized possession. Before leaving on Tuesday, Karen gave her a small, faded
white Teddy bear, one she said had been hers when she was a little
girl. Karen had once intended to pass it on to her daughter Amy, but...

Now it was Laci's, and last night she'd held it close while burrowing
beneath the blankets. But there was something else she treasured, something
even Karen didn't know about.

She had a photograph from last summer, a shot of Karen with her arms thrown
over Laci and Amy's shoulders. All three were smiling. It had been taken
out by the pool, not long before Amy had her emotional meltdown. "Me and my
girls," Karen said when she gave a copy to Laci at the time.

Last night Laci had taken her scissors and carefully snipped Amy out of the
photo. Now it was just her and Karen, smiling and happy. She tucked the
picture between the Teddy bear's arms, then hugged the stuffed toy to her
when she flopped on her bed.

She held her phone in one hand while she pressed and massaged the lower
half of her tummy with the other. The ugly scene with her mother had faded,
tucked safely for the moment into the mental closet where she put bad
things.

Her phone trilled just before 10 o'clock. A jolt of excitement surged
through her. She was already smiling when she answered it. "Hi, Karen! Oh
God, I miss you!"

******

Karen leaned back in her swivel chair and stretched, then glanced at her
watch. Almost eight o'clock. She'd put in fourteen hours both yesterday and
today, just to keep busy. Good as it was to stay active, there came a time
when she needed to go back to the empty house, if only to sleep and
shower. More important, she had go home to phone Laci, so they could reach
across the ether to caress and be caressed by each other's voices.

Karen shut down her computer. Slipping on her wool coat and her gloves,
then grabbing her purse, she turned off all lights and armed the security
system, then stepped into the night.

It had been brutally cold ever since the blizzard, so chilly at night that
taking a normal breath was painful. Making her way to the car as quickly as
she dared through the iced-over parking lot, she scrambled inside, shoved
the key into the ignition and started it. Karen stared in disbelief at the
temperature display on the dash: five degrees below zero. "Shit," she
muttered. Another electric blanket night. Having her girl-lover sleeping
alongside would have been so much nicer.

When Karen got home she hurried into the house, relieved that she'd had the
foresight to leave the thermostat at 70. She hung up her coat and pulled
her boots off before relaxing with a cigarette. That done, she busied
herself with mundane chores to fill the hours until ten o'clock, when it
would be time to call Laci.

Switching off the downstairs lights, Karen went upstairs to get ready for
bed, her mind returning once again to the beautiful little nymph who had
become her lover. It had been only a day and a half since she dropped Laci
off, but it felt like weeks.

As she undressed, Karen contemplated the way things had changed for her in
such a brief few days. She was head over heels in love with a vulnerable
thirteen-year-old girl, and coming to understand that she needed Laci to
live with her, for the two of them to be together always. Even these brief
separations of a few days were increasingly painful to endure.

Suddenly she remembered Adele and the partnership offer she made late last
summer; perhaps it still stood. That would be a great way of getting the
two of them out of town, away from Laci's beast of a mother and into a
whole new life. She admonished herself to stop dilly-dallying and call
Adele.

Karen spat toothpaste foam into the sink and rinsed. It was quarter of ten,
almost time. She slipped a short flannel nightie on over her naked body and
padded off to the bedroom. Clicking on the electric blanket, she lit one
final cigarette, then pulled an outfit from the closet for tomorrow. In
spite of the continued cold weather, she decided on a skirt for easy
access. She'd halfheartedly tried to masturbate in her office that
afternoon, but the pants suit she wore made it too difficult to attempt
with any sense of discretion.

Her cigarette finished, Karen crushed the butt in the bedside ashtray, then
slid under the warmed sheets, portable phone clutched tightly in her
hand. Her heart began to accelerate, fingers trembling as she punched
Laci's cellphone number.

Laci answered on the first ring, her voice tense yet relieved. "Hi, Karen!
Oh God, I miss you!"

A wave of dizziness washed over Karen, as if she were about to faint. "Oh
baby girl, my little love!" she whimpered. "I miss you too. I love you."

"I love you too! I wish you could hold me."

Karen sighed. "I need to hold you, too. Soon, honey girl, I promise. I'll
hold you and kiss you and make love to you. You're my beautiful, sexy
sweetheart."

Laci's smile came through in her voice. "Not as beautiful and sexy as you."

Karen relaxed and closed her eyes. "I'll take your word for it, but I think
you're deluded," she teased. Then, "So, how's school? What are you
studying?"

"It's okay, I guess," Laci said. "Let's see. In English, we're learning to
break apart sentences into clauses and stuff, and how to use
punctuation. Oh! I got my vocabulary quiz back and I got a hundred on it!"
The pride in her voice beamed through.

"Excellent, baby! I knew you'd do it! You're not only sexy, you're
extremely smart, too. It would be a shame to waste your intelligence. We're
going to find your natural talent, and then I'll make sure you have the
chance to run with it."

"You think I do? Have a natural talent, I mean?"

"Of course you do."

"I like art class a lot, it's my favorite. And I like English. Wow, I never
knew I'd enjoy reading and stuff!"

"Maybe you'll be an artist. Or a writer. Whatever it is, I'll make sure you
have the chance to work at it."

"I won't let you down."

"Oh sweetie, I know you won't. So... what are you doing right now?"

A tinkling little laugh. "Talkin' to you."

"I mean beside that," Karen smiled, her voice low and seductive.

Laci said softly. "Not much. Touching myself a little."

"Only a little?" Karen teased.

Karen could hear Laci's smile. "Yeah, just a little. It feels nice. Not to
make myself come or anything, just 'cause it feels nice to hear your
voice. Should I do it harder?"

"If you want to. We can just talk for now. Whatever feels right, kitten."

"Are you touching yourself, too?"

"Of course. It's impossible not to when I'm talking to you." Indeed, Karen
was trailing the tips of her fingers up and down the cleft of her sex. "I'm
not doing it to make myself come, either. Sometimes I just caress myself
because it feels good and relaxing. I don't need to get off every time."

"Are you at home or still at work? Did you work late again tonight?" Laci
asked, taking a slightly scolding tone.

"I'm home, but yes," Karen admitted. "I worked until eighty-thirty, nine
o'clock."

"Why do you work so much? It can't be good for you."

Karen chuckled at Laci's gentle reproach. "There's a lot to be done,
honey. Besides, it helps to keep me from thinking about you too much. If I
do it drives me crazy."

Laci sighed. "Yeah. Friday seems, like, forever away."

"How are things at the apartment?" Karen refused to call where Laci lived
'home.' "Are you being left alone?"

"I had a fight with my mother tonight," Laci said casually.

"What?" Karen said, perking up. "About what? How bad?"

"Oh, the usual, she hates me and blames me for all the problems in her
shitty life. She screamed at me, I screamed at her, I got wicked mad. It
started when she figured out I took that forty dollars of drug money to
take the taxi to your house. It wasn't the worst fight we ever had. She's
passed out now – I think. Bet she won't even remember it tomorrow."

"God damn it," Karen hissed. "Are you okay? Are you safe, at least?"

"Oh yeah," Laci said casually. "It's not that bad, she isn't gonna try to,
like, stab me or anything. She's just a nasty, gross bitch. We fight like
that all the time."

There was an unpleasant knot in Karen's stomach. "Damn, honey," she
muttered. "You say that like it's normal, but believe me, it isn't." She
sat up and reached for her cigarettes. Stress, enough stress for half a
dozen women. Hardly aware that she was about to say it, Karen blurted,
"Laci, honey girl, I need to see you tomorrow or I'll lose my mind."

"Tomorrow?" Laci's voice rose excitedly. "Oh Karen! Do you mean it?" She
popped up like a startled cat, all thought of masturbating gone.

"I can't go another day not seeing you. And it makes me sick to think of
you... there. Alone."

"Oh Karen," Laci moaned. "I need to see you too, m-more than anything!"

"Okay, kitten. Here's what we'll do. I'll take a supper break at five when
everyone else leaves the office, and come pick you up then. We can at least
have a couple of hours together."

"I wish it could be more."

"We'll have the whole weekend together, at least."

"I wish it could be more than a weekend. Like for always."

Karen smiled. She understood that feeling. "Soon, Laci love. I promised
we'd be together, and I keep my promises."

*****

Laci was perched on the library steps in the dim glow of the streetlight
when Karen pulled up. The girl's heart leapt in her chest, and she found
herself bouncing on her toes like a little kid at the circus. Clapping her
mittened hands, she grabbed her back pack and scampered to the car. The
very sight of her grownup lover made Laci's head spin.

She opened the car door and practically dove inside. "Karen," she
whimpered. "Oh, Karen!"

Karen leaned over and cupped Laci's face in her trembling hands. A soft,
trembling moan escaped her just before she kissed the wide-eyed
child. Their parted lips pressed together, tongues meeting in a dance of
love. Laci's pulse hammered in her head as she squirmed, trying to push
herself into the warmth and safety of her lover's embrace.

It caused Laci actual pain when Karen broke their kiss. She bunched her
fists in frustration while her insides screamed, desperate for more.

"I know baby," Karen said, still holding Laci's face in her palms. "I need
you, too. But not here."

Laci slumped back, staring blankly at the roof of the car. She whispered,
"I know, I know. But I want you so bad!" she cried, turning to gaze
pleadingly at Karen.

"Let's go where we can hold each other." Karen shifted the car into drive
and pulled out.

"It's not fair," Laci proclaimed. "We can't kiss, even though we're in
love! It's not fair!"

Karen reached over to give Laci's thigh a reassuring squeeze. "No kitten,
it's not fair. We don't make the rules. But we'll make do however we have
to. One way or another, we'll be lovers."

"I know, but it still sucks." Laci buckled in with a sigh, and looked over
at Karen with a sad smile. "Can I have a cigarette?"

"You know you don't have to ask."

Laci took a cigarette, lit it, and had a drag before handing it to
Karen. "Where are we going, by the way? To your office?"

"Yup. Is that okay with you?"

Laci laughed. "I wouldn't care if we were in the back of a parking lot, as
long as we can be together... at least for a while."

"How did school go today?" Karen squeezed Laci's thigh again.

"Good, really good. The art teacher told me I had a, a knack for
understanding colors and how they work together," Laci proudly announced.

"Yeah, I can see that. From the way you dress, and how you do your
make-up." Karen wheeled the car, tires squeaking on the frigid, dry snow,
into her parking spot outside the office. "Here we are. Now let's get
inside before we freeze our tushies off."

It was even colder than when Karen had left the office half an hour ago,
and she shivered as she disarmed the security system and led Laci
inside. "My office is over here," Karen said, taking the girl's hand in
hers. She flicked on the lights.

Laci looked around. "Wow," she said. "Pretty cool." The office was simple,
though hardly spartan. Karen's large oaken desk was in the middle of the
comfortable room, flanked by chairs for the clients. Laci shrugged off her
jacket, and Karen hung it on the back of the door. "No one else is here?"

Karen removed her own coat, draping it over Laci's. "No, honey, just you
and me. Now... where were we?"

Smiling, they came together in a deep embrace. Karen swayed with Laci in
her arms, her nose buried in the girl's hair, drinking in the fresh, clean
scent. "Oh God, these last two days were the longest of my life!" Karen
groaned.

"I wish I never had to leave you," murmured Laci. "It feels so good and
warm when you hold me."

Karen's eyes drifted shut as she rested her cheek on top of Laci's head,
breathing in the sweet scent of her lover's hair. Yes, Laci was right –
it felt warm and lovely in their shared embrace.

She allowed her arms to slacken and, when Laci looked up, kissed the
girl. Laci responded immediately, her tongue darting into Karen's mouth,
and their kiss grew deep and passionate. Laci rose up on her toes to wrap
her arms around Karen's neck while Karen slid her hands down to cup Laci's
taut butt, pulling her even closer. Their tongues sparred and tangled in a
loving dance that sent a delicious shudder through Karen's frame.

Gently breaking their kiss, Karen gazed down at the young girl's upturned
face. Was it possible for anyone to be more achingly beautiful and
desirable then this angelic nymph? "You kiss so beautifully, little one,"
she murmured.

With an adoring smile, Laci went up on tiptoe again, pressing her parted
lips against Karen's mouth - and once more, the two lovers swapped tongues
back and forth, this time lacing their fingers, doing a little dance with
their hands until they broke apart, giggling. Karen moved to kiss Laci
again, but the girl playfully moved her head back, making Karen pursue
her. "Naughty girl," Karen whispered into Laci's mouth as their lips
met. "Teasing me like that."

With a glad sigh, Laci accepted Karen's tongue. Leaning back against the
desk, Karen slipped a thigh between the girl's legs, pressing it firmly
against her mound. Laci gasped with pleasure at the sensation and began to
rock her hips, riding her older lover's thigh like she might a bicycle
seat, her body moving restlessly to an inner rhythm.

The fact that Laci was dressed at that moment seemed maddening to
Karen. She burned to have the girl naked, to feel her lover's creamy skin,
but the clothes stood in the way.

Laci felt a wet patch form in the crotch of her jeans as she ground against
Karen's leg with a growing urgency, her breaths growing ragged.

Feeling a crazed impulse to take Laci by force, sensing it would excite
her, Karen buried her hand in the twelve-year-old's hair, taking a fistful
of her honey-colored tresses and slowly pulling her head back. Laci's
cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with lust. Karen crushed her mouth to
the girl's in a hard French kiss, tongue-fucking her. With a moan, Laci
relaxed in Karen's arms, letting the older woman possess her however she
wanted.

Breaking their kiss, Karen roughly seized Laci by the hips, grinding hard
against her young lover's mound, a choked cry escaping the preteen's lips
with each thrust. Finally, unable to wait for even one more second, Karen
pushed Laci away, her hands fumbling with the button on the girl's jeans,
wrenching them open with a sharp tug.

"Yes!" Laci croaked. She thrust her pelvis forward. "Th-that's what I
need. Take my pants off, Karen. I wanna be naked for you..."

Instead, Karen thrust a hand into Laci's panties, wriggling down into into
the tightness between the girl's vulva and the crotch of her jeans. Laci
was hot and damp, and her body jerked at her lover's firm grasp. Cupping
Laci's sex, Karen used her fingers to pry Laci's labia apart, already
slippery with thick nectar.

"Ohhh, yes, like that," Laci whimpered.

"Oh, my baby... you are so wet, so fucking hot!" Karen nudged her fingers
further down to moisten them, then smeared the fluid over the girl's bare
vulva.

Laci squirmed and panted, thrusting her pelvis against Karen's hand and her
assertive touches, crying out loud when two fingers found her
clitoris. Karen buried her face in the crook of Laci's sweaty neck, nipping
lightly at the soft skin while she fondled the nub of Laci's clit.

Arching her back, Laci clasped her hands around Karen's neck to hold
herself up. Her mound throbbed violently, a hot core that seemed to pulse
in time with her pounding heart. "Oohhh, Karen!" she cried, the words
spilling out without a conscious thought. "Oh M-Mommy yes, that feels so,
s-so—"

But Karen suddenly withdrew her hand from Laci's pants, leaving a stunned
Laci to cry out, "Oh no, Karen, please..." her face contorted in
frustration.

Karen had heard Laci call her "Mommy," but the word had failed to register
in the heat of the moment. Now she took a clumsy step backward to stare
hungrily at her young lover, still perched on the edge of her desk. "You
know how I want you," the woman said, her voice low and demanding. "You
know exactly how I want you, child."

With that, Karen placed a hand upon Laci's chest and pushed, firmly nudging
the girl backwards until she lay sprawled atop the desk. An awed Laci gazed
up at her lover, eyes wide and eager, lips parted in mixed excitement and
anticipation. She didn't want Karen to be gentle, not right then. Karen had
called her a naughty girl, and naughty girls needed to be handled firmly.

Karen grasped the heels of Laci's boots and yanked them off, casting them
aside to hit the floor with twin thunks. Then she grasped Laci's jeans and
panties and drew them down to the girl's ankles and over her feet in a
single steady tug, Laci lifting her butt to assist.

Now nude from the waist down, Laci tossed her hair back, breathing hard and
tense with desire as she spread her legs wide apart for Karen. Her pussy
and inner thighs glistened in the fluorescent lights, the delicate channel
of her labia flushed and swollen. Propping herself up on one elbow, she
began to masturbate, eyes still fastened on those of her grownup
lover. "Fuck me, Karen," she whispered hoarsely. "Do whatever you want to
me... I'm ready!"

The sight of the beautiful young girl openly fondling her cunt, offering
herself up as if she were a possession to be given away... it drove Karen
wild. She knew that, as little as a week ago, Laci wouldn't have dreamed of
being so deliciously brazen.

Her own cunt was on fire, gone from sticky-wet to dripping; thighs moist,
her panties a lost cause. "Oh, shit, Laci!" she gasped. "Are you trying to
drive me crazy?"

Laci only laughed shakily and rubbed herself even harder. "Oooohhhhh yes!"

Dropping to her knees between Laci's legs, Karen pushed the girl's hand
aside, feasting her eyes on the wondrous sight. Laci's sex was glistening
with wetness; the scent of her rich and thick. The girl's clit was exposed,
engorged, crying for attention. Karen gave the tiny nub just that, firmly
tapping it with her fingers a few times, each tap making Laci shudder and
squeal.

Taking a deep breath, Karen moistened her lips. This was it – the prize
she'd been dreaming of for days, obsessing on each and every night...

Delicately spreading the smooth sex open with two fingers, Karen buried her
face between the young girl's thighs to claim her love's treasure, humming
joyously as she licked and sucked at Laci's cunt. She probed the
still-ripening folds with her tongue and poked the tip at Laci's piss hole,
coaxing a fresh welling of nectar from the whimpering girl.

Laci draped her legs over Karen's shoulders, tilting her pelvis toward her
lover's busy mouth as her fingers entangled themselves in Karen's
hair. Despite the intensity of the pleasure she felt, Laci fought the urge
to close her eyes; watching Karen blissfully wallow in her sex added
another level of sensory delight to the experience. Oh, how wonderful it
felt... so, so wonderful!

Karen used her thumbs to hold the young girl's slit open, massaging her
larger outer labial ridges as she licked inside the exposed flower until
Laci was quivering in ecstasy. Then Karen shifted her focus to Laci's
clitoral hood, taking between her lips to suckle and flick her tongue over
the girl's exquisitely tender bud.

Her body suddenly becoming tense, Laci let out a growl-like cry as she
came. Her vaginal muscles throbbed and spasmed as delicious orgasmic waves
washed over her.

These surges rolled on and on; not sharp and intense, but like swells on
the open ocean, each swell causing her vagina to tense and release. It
seemed as if she could enjoy these sensations forever but, lovely as it
was, this gentle rapture had to end. Yet Laci wasn't spent, not even close,
when Karen kissed a path up to her pubis, the girl's sex still tingling
from the pleasure she'd been given.

"Oh, Karen," she whimpered. "Oh my God! It just gets better every time!"

Rising to her feet, Karen smiled down at her girl-lover, her hands cradling
Laci's hips. "I could lick you all night long, baby girl," she sighed
happily.

Laci was eagerly receptive when Karen bent to kiss her, with lips moist
from her cunt. The young teen licked at the woman's wet chin as her arms
twined around her grownup lover's neck. She smiled joyously, all but
glowing with adoration.

Karen gently helped her sit up, then held Laci's face in her hands so they
could continue kissing, their tongues twirling together. "My turn," Karen
purred as she broke away. "My pussy needs love, too. Tasting you and making
you come... oh, angel, it gets me dripping hot."

Karen kicked her ankle boots off while Laci slid off the desk. They brought
their mouths together in yet another kiss while both were tugging at
Karen's pants, working them down to her feet. Finally Karen kicked them
aside, and Laci wasted no time dropping to her knees.

In her heat, Karen marveled at the fact that she and Laci were fucking
right in her office. A week ago, even dreaming of such a thing
was... unimaginable. Yet here they were, doing exactly that. Karen's body
tensed slightly as she waited for her preteen lover to send her into orbit.

Karen's panties were visibly wet, and Laci took a moment to breathe in the
rich aroma of her love partner's musk. Hooking her fingers in the waistband
of Karen's panties with a smile, she slowly, teasingly worked them down
inch by inch.

Karen groaned. "God damn it, Laci! Don't torture me."

Laci giggled, delighted to see that her adored lover wanted this so badly,
knowing at the same time that her own need to taste Karen was every bit as
strong. As she tugged the silken panties down to Karen's ankles, the woman
stepped out of her underwear and stood with legs spread. Her breathing was
deep and heavy. With trembling hands, Karen used two fingers to spread
herself open, wanting Laci to see and know every part of her cunt.

The girl stared hungrily at the fiery pink flesh inside Karen's vagina for
a couple of heartbeats, then wrapped both arms around the older woman's ass
as she moved in to take her first lick, drawing the flat of her tongue up
and over the exposed slit, ending with a flick against Karen's clit. Karen
yipped as Laci licked her the same way a second time, then seized handfuls
of Laci's hair, thrusting her pelvis into the girl's face. "Don't stop,
baby... don't stop, oh no don't you fucking stop!"

Laci trailed her tongue over Karen's opalescent bud, sucked it into her
mouth, nursed at it, humming with delight as she pleasured her lover.

Karen struggled to hold back her orgasm, wanting to bask in this lovely
feeling forever, but it was no use. Relentless waves of ecstasy suddenly
washed over her, and she let out her held breath in a choked scream. Head
spinning crazily, she had to lean back against the desk, gripping its edge
to support herself. "Oh fuck, Laci! Oh G-god, yes! Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh baby!"

Gazing up at Karen as she panted for breath in the aftermath of her climax,
Laci smothered Karen's vulva with gentle kisses, then moved upward, burying
her face in the woman's tummy, nuzzling its softness. Karen was utterly
dazed and shaky on her feet, and her face gleamed with sweat. They made a
rare sight... a woman and a young girl, both naked from the waist down,
their upper bodies fully clothed, embracing as though they were holding
each other up.

At last, Karen guided them both over to her chair and whispered, "Sit with
me."

Laci crawled into Karen's lap and curled up there, feeling a sudden need to
be held like a little girl. The glow of her arousal slowly drained away,
leaving Laci filled with sudden anguish. By the clock on the office wall,
it was eight-thirty, and that meant they would have to leave each other
soon. In that most vulnerable time, just after their loving, the child's
emotions were dangerously close to the surface. Tears suddenly welled up in
Laci's eyes, and she began to sniffle.

Karen frowned. "Baby love, what's the matter? Why the tears?"

"Because I love you and I don't wanna leave," Laci sobbed. "I don't w-wanna
go back there. I w-w-wanna stay with you."

Karen rocked Laci, stroking the girl's hair as if she were petting a
cat. How could she possibly separate herself from Laci tonight? The answer
was simple: she couldn't.

"Don't cry, baby. Shhhh... don't worry. You're not going back there to that
awful woman. On a night like this, we belong together." She kissed the top
of Laci's head. "You're staying with me tonight."

Laci looked up, startled. "I am?"

Karen nodded quickly. "Uh huh... you sure are, angel."

The tearful girl half-sighed, half-groaned, and sank into Karen. The sense
of elation and pure relief was palpable, almost like the feeling she got
from the first hit on a joint. She wiped at her face with the back of her
hand, wanting to Karen see how happy she was.

*****

Karen put the car stereo on, its radio tuned to a familiar pop station. It
played the kinds of music Laci liked best – perky, danceable, familiar;
the kind of songs she and Amy would listen to for hours on end.

As Karen held the wheel with one hand. Laci took the other between both of
hers and brought it to her lips. She kissed it, caressed her face with it,
nuzzled the tender palm. She couldn't keep herself from saying the words
again, no matter how many times Karen had already heard them. "I love you,"
Laci whispered hoarsely. "I love you, Karen."

By the time they reached Karen's home and stepped into the warmth of the
darkened house, Laci's tears of relief had passed. She had settled back to
her usual sweet playfulness, and was already eager to make love again. The
pulsing knot in her sex had returned, and her heart skittered with
excitement.

Karen hung their coats up, and Laci impulsively scampered up to her lover
and hugged her from behind. Rubbing her cheek against Karen's back, she
slid her hands up to squeeze the woman's mature breasts through her blouse,
then stood on her tippy-toes to kiss the back of her neck and nibble at her
ear.

Karen sighed blissfully a shiver rippling through her as she scrunched her
shoulders. "You're feeling frisky tonight," she said with an amused titter.

"You make me feel all hot an' sexy inside," Laci purred.

Karen twisted around to face her delectable lover. "You are so beautiful,"
she said, her eyes flickering over the girl's smiling face. They came
together in a playful yet powerful kiss. Moaning with refreshed sexual
hunger, eyes closed, they snaked their tongues back and forth. At last,
Karen pulled back and, nuzzling Laci's cheek and neck, whispered "Let's go
upstairs to bed."

Laci smiled impishly. Suddenly, she slipped from Karen's embrace. "Race
you!" she cried gleefully and scampered for the stairs, her boots clacking
on the floor. Karen laughed and set off after her, though she wasn't nearly
as agile as the teen.

Laci reached the top of the stairs well ahead of Karen. "Can't catch me!
Nyah, nyah," and stuck her tongue out. She waited until Karen was two steps
from the top before darting for the bedroom. Beside herself with laughter,
strangely turned on by Laci's childish game, Karen ran close behind,
careful to catch the girl only when they were at the bed.

Seizing Laci, Karen wrestled her to the bed, growling like a playful
cougar. Laci squealed with glee and squirmed in the older woman's
arms. Pushing her down, Karen straddled the giggling preteen on all
fours. "You naughty, naughty girl!" she said. "Making me work for my
loving!"

Laci's playful eyes sparkled like dark emeralds. Her nostrils flared, a
small smile playing on her lips as she gazed up at Karen. She flung her
arms around her lover's neck, drawing her down for a kiss, thrusting her
tongue into Karen's mouth.

"Oh my," Karen said softly, finally breaking away. "We're a feisty little
kitten tonight, aren't we?"

"I like being naughty. It makes me hot. Makes you hot, too. I can tell."

Karen dipped down to briefly flick her tongue between Laci's parted
lips. "You sure do," she cooed. "Now I guess I have to fuck you, since
you're making my pussy all dripping wet."

"It's sexy when you talk naughty like that. You should fuck me for being a
bad girl. That's what I totally wanna be for you, Karen."

"We need to get naked," Karen whispered in Laci's ear. "Come, sit up."

They struggled upright and tugged at their clothes, peeling them off layer
by layer and casting them carelessly to the floor. They pulled each other's
boots off, then took turns tugging their pants down.

Once they were down to their underwear, Karen rose. "I'm going to go get
our nighties first, so we don't have to get up after. We're going to need
them tonight."

Laci pouted. "Well, hurry up." Her lips curled into an puckish smile. "I'm
ready to play right now."

Karen kissed Laci firmly. "Finish undressing. I want you bare-ass naked
when I get back."

She padded to the bathroom, stripping off her bra and tossing it aside,
then grabbed her own nightie and the one Laci used over the weekend from
the hook on the back of the door. She balanced on one foot to strip off her
panties, kicking them away. Karen's heart was jackhammering in her chest, a
taut sense of urgency gripping her. This new aggressiveness of Laci's was
breathtakingly exciting. So sweet, yet so wanton, Laci's passion emanated
from her like heat from a radiator.  Best of all, the girl was only just
starting to understand and tap into her own sexuality. It was only the
beginning of their relationship as lovers, and the very idea that it was
only going to get better made Karen weak-kneed.

She was about to receive her next delightful surprise.

When she got back to the bedroom with their nightwear, Laci was propped up
on the pillows with her legs splayed out, vigorously masturbating. Her eyes
were at half-mast, lips parted. She worked her smooth sex with two fingers,
stroking her wet slit, then probing inside her vagina before extracting her
fingers to smear fresh honey over her mound. She manipulated her clit with
enthusiasm; up and down and in circles, dipping back down occasionally to
lubricate her fingers. Clearly, when it came to sexuality, Laci's naivete
was a thing of the past.

Karen was rooted to the spot, staring in surprise and awe at her girl
lover. This was different from their sex games from earlier, back at the
office. Now Laci was being deliberately provocative. The sight of the young
girl masturbating so intently sent a rush of heat through Karen's body that
left her feeling shaky and fuzzy when, in that split second, the memory of
hearing Laci masturbate in Amy's room that Sunday just a few weeks earlier
came roaring back. Now the girl was fondling herself yet again – only
this time, Karen would get to watch as well as listen.

"I couldn't wait," Laci moaned, with a quick half-shrug. Her small but
sultry smile belied any innocence, but the arousal in her eyes was genuine.

Carelessly dropping the nighties she held to the floor, Karen quickly
climbed on the bed. "Don't stop!" she demanded, straddling the girl on all
fours.

Laci gazed up at Karen, her fingers rapidly skating up and down her slit,
the wet, squishy sounds of her pleasure mingling with the sharp stabs of
Laci's quickening breath and the occasional whimper. With a sudden cry, her
hips rose up and she stiffened. "Ooohhhh, Karen!" she mewled.

"Keep going, don't stop," Karen hissed as Laci's first orgasm rippled
through her writhing body. Karen's own sex throbbed hotly, already leaking
the nectar of her arousal. She could already feel warm fluid moistening her
inner thighs.

Hovering over the masturbating girl, Karen slipped a hand between her legs
and began her own frantic self-exploration. Lying down by Laci's side, she
kissed her young lover greedily. Their tongues grappled and tangled while
they fingered themselves.

It was lovely, taking pleasure this way, but Karen suddenly wanted
more. She wanted to be the one to make Laci come. Something especially hot,
that they hadn't yet tried...

The answer came in a flash. Karen wanted to laugh in delight at how perfect
an idea it was. Instead, she withdrew her hand from between her legs and
reached out to grab Laci's wrist, putting a stop to the girl's
masturbation. She instinctively knew from Laci's movements and cries that
her little lover was right at the precipice.

"Ooohhhh!" Laci gasped in surprise and frustration. "Karennnn! Don't make
me stop," she cried.

Karen, breathing hard, smiled wickedly at the frustrated preteen. "Bad
girl..." she growled softly before kissing Laci hard.

Laci squirmed, still at the tantalizing verge of orgasm. It was a feeling
that was at once agonizing and wonderful. "Please!" she whimpered. "Please
let me c-come, Karen..."

"Bad girl," Karen repeated, "starting without me. You don't think I'm going
to let you come that easily, do you?" She brought Laci's hand to her lips
and sucked the girl's fingers into her mouth, then licked them like a
Popsicle. "Mmmmmm," she purred. "You taste good."

Every nerve in Laci's body seemed to crackle and hiss. Karen's teasing
seemed to drive her need even higher, making her even more desperate for
release. "Karen, please..." she whimpered.

Staring deep into the young girl's pleading eyes, Karen murmured, "Are you
ready for me to fuck you, then?"

"Yes!" Laci cried. "P-please!"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me! Make me come!"

Releasing Laci's hand, Karen swiveled her body around on the bed,
positioning herself between the girl's thighs. She grasped Laci's ankle,
then raised her leg, spreading her lover open. Laci gaped at Karen in utter
incomprehension while the woman slid toward her, until their sexes were
nearly touching. Then, panting for breath, sensing the nearness of her own
climax, Karen forced her mound against Laci's. Karen doubted that the
twelve-year-old had any idea of what tribbing was, but suspected that she
would immediately understand how to respond.

"Ooooohh!" Lacy squealed, startled by what Karen was doing; astonished at
how good it felt. "Wha-what are y-you – ohhh!"

Karen rolled her hips and twisted her body, trying to get the best contact
possible. Their slits met, pressed together, and opened to kiss each
other. "Rub against me!" Karen blurted.

Laci caught on quickly, just as Karen had hoped, instinctively moving
herself so they could grind together, labia to labia, slit to slit. The
hot, moist friction they generated, their clits occasionally meeting in a
blinding rush of ecstasy, left them both gasping and crying out. Their
dripping sexes squished wetly as Karen pressed harder, thrusting herself
against Laci. Only barely aware of it, the two lovers were moving as a
unit, fucking one another in a mutual rhythm until ...

They came together. For Karen, there was a brief moment where she seemed to
be hovering weightlessly, as though she'd swung out on a rope hanging above
a pool of water and released it without dropping, suspended motionless in
midair. Then she was grinding even more frantically against Laci, sensing
her young lover's orgasm feeding on and driving hers.

When the waves finally subsided, the woman and the girl were both panting
as if from a race. Their bodies were glistening wet from their lower
tummies to their thighs, pussies still engorged and open, lightly touching.

Disengaging herself, Laci moved to embrace her grownup lover, wrapping both
arms around Karen's neck, giggling crazily. In a tangle of bodies and legs,
they rolled about together on the bed. Laci didn't try to contain her
delight, laughing with breathless elation. "Karen! How did you know to do
that? I never even heard of such a thing! And you can come from doing it,
too!"

Karen joined in Laci's giddy laughter. "Oh, baby love," she replied. There
is soooo much you don't know about yet... and I'm going to love every
minute of teaching it to you." She kissed Laci tenderly, then relaxed with
the sweaty young girl in her arms.

Smiling, bodies entwined, Karen and Laci shared whispered vows of love and
devotion in the dim light of the bedside lamp, pausing occasionally for
kisses.