Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 16:19:13 -0500
From: B. S. Morrison <weegirl2002@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE LIGHT OF DAWN-12

THE LIGHT OF DAWN-12

(ff mast., ws)

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In the previous installment, Vincente witnessed an unbelievable
demonstration at the beach house when the girls practiced a new "exercise"
routine.  Their overt sexual expressions were so blatant that he thought he
might be hallucinating.  He knew he needed to tell his psychiatrist about
this.  He also knew he needed to get back to work, for the preservation of
what sanity remained.  Episode 12, The Light of Dawn, by Bonnie Morrison.
Weegirl2002@hotmail.com.

SPECIAL NOTE:  Today marks the one-year anniversary of the posting of
Episode One in this series.  Fittingly, today will mark the conclusion of
the series.  I want to thank everyone who has read the story, and especially
all of you who have written to express your reactions, including the woman
who said I am "base."


			  THE LIGHT OF DAWN -- 12


     The trip home from the shore was pretty much uneventful, with one or
two exceptions.  Everyone was exhausted, but sad to see such a fun weekend
come to a close.  Gina was focusing on the work she would need to accomplish
once back home, but she was very glad for the wonderful diversion.  She was
rapidly learning that being a school teacher meant much more of an
obligation than merely showing up and teaching classes.  Her work was very
rewarding, but she also now realized that an occasional break like the one
just concluding was necessary to revitalize her dedication to her vocation.
She looked at the girls, Eva and Aria, as they dozed next to her in the back
seat.  She felt a strong twinge of love for both of them, and thought about
the past few weeks since she first met Eva.  Gina was content with her life
now.  She was now doing the kind of work she had always envisioned herself
doing, and it brought about a sense of fulfillment.

     As these thoughts coursed through her head, Gina looked into the front
seat at Elena.  She saw the woman as the catalyst in the relationships she
had formed with the two girls.  How that had occurred was so surprising for
her, thinking back to the day that Elena had shown up at her apartment
seeking help to sort out and understand her own desires and feelings, and
how that morning had ended with the two of them in bed.  Elena was so
special to her, she knew.  The woman was like a mother to her, but much
more.  She embodied the spirit of Gina's longing for her own mother; not
just in a sexual way, but more in terms of being a friend.  Her mother,
Sophia, was never that type person for her, and certainly never desirous of
any physical relationship with her own daughter, so Elena had filled that
void for Gina, and she loved the woman for it.  Yes, Gina at last, at long
last, had a real purpose to her life, and she was surrounded by people who
loved her.  She sunk into the seat and closed her eyes, nodding off to the
drone of the tires against the pavement of the roadway.

     Eva sat with her eyes closed, her hand shoved deeply into the
bottomless pocket of her jeans.  She had removed the thread from the pocket,
thereby making it possible to get her fingers on herself, and at that moment
she was rubbing her excited clitoris through her panties as she recalled the
sex games they had played that weekend.  At first she had been mad at her
mother for what she did with Aria, but later she got over being mad and
immersed herself in the fun.  It ended all too soon, but she knew there
would be many more times ahead, not just for the mutual masturbation they
engaged in, but all the other things she had grown to love so much.  She
felt a very strong urge to release some urine into her panties;  the first
one was not much more than a little leakage, but the second one was a fairly
hard stream.  It quickly soaked through the panty material and into the
crotch of her jeans.  When she felt her jeans get wet, she became extremely
aroused and released a long, heavy stream that quickly soaked the seat of
her pants.  She had no idea if she would be able to hide it from her father
when they reached home, but at that very moment that wasn't of any concern.
She intended to give herself an orgasm, regardless of the consequences of
her action.  She was a little irritated because Aria was sitting between
Gina and herself, and she wanted Gina's fingers in her pussy.

     She had neglected Gina in recent weeks, and she felt bad because of
that.  The weekend had brought them back together and she wanted them to
stay together.  It was fortune that had them meeting that day at the school
bus stop, and it was Gina who had helped Elena decide what she wanted to do
about her desire for her, so it was only right that Gina should have the
chance to bring her the orgasm she needed so desperately.  Since she was
physically out of Gina's reach, she gave in to her desires and released a
long, hard stream of hot urine into her already-wet jeans.  She held her
fingers in the flow, then started rubbing herself as the wetness increased
to super saturation.  She soon had a small lake of urine between her legs,
and Eva scooped at it with her free hand, forcing it up onto the front of
her pants.  The wetness drove her into a sexual frenzy, and in no time she
was overcome by her orgasm.  Sex had become central in her young life, and
masturbating in this manner was extremely gratifying for her.  The thrill
was so great that she wasn't concerned about the prospect of being caught.
All she could think about was the fulfillment of her release.  Although her
orgasm was very powerful, she remained silent, having enough presence of
mind to do that much, at least.  As her body relaxed, she continued to
spread over herself the urine which had collected between her legs, until
most of it had been absorbed by her clothing.

     Elena glanced over at her husband as he concentrated on his driving.
She turned an ear to the girls in the back seat, listening for any
conversation which might have been taking place, but heard no sounds, except
for Eva's heavy breathing.  She knew precisely what that meant and
immediately felt the twinge between her thighs as her clitoris started
coming to life.

     Elena twisted around and got up on her knees in the seat.  She reached
back and felt for her daughter's knee, then moved her hand up toward the
girl's crotch.  Within a few inches she felt the wetness, and her heart
began beating rapidly, knowing what Eva had done.  She moved her hand
between the girl's legs and felt the remains of the puddle.  Eva had never
wet herself like this while in the car, and Elena knew she had to be on fire
to have done it now.  She started rubbing the crotch of the girl's soaking
wet jeans and quickly had Eva pushing herself against her mother's fingers.
Out of the corner of her eye, Elena saw that Vincente was focused on the
road and not paying them any attention.  She rubbed insistently while at the
same time releasing a small amount of urine into her own pants.  She was
wearing black slacks and knew the wetness wouldn't show, so she let out a
little more until she felt it running down to her knees.  She longed to be
in the back seat next to her daughter so that they could share their
wetness, but she was unable to think up a plausible reason for switching
seats with one of the other girls.  She continued masturbating Eva through
her jeans until the girl once again shuddered with delight.

     Afterward, Elena thought about her relationship with Eva and the other
two girls.  Just a few weeks earlier it was only a fantasy.  She was
irresistibly drawn to her daughter, and once they became lovers, she allowed
the dormant power of her sexuality to awaken and take control of her
thinking.  Three months earlier what she had just done to Eva wouldn't even
have entered her consciousness.  But now, now she was committed to
satisfying her awakened sexual urges.  She no longer was concerned if her
husband realized the truth about Eva and herself.  Her desire for physical
stimulation and satisfaction was greater than anything she had ever known,
and her will to resist was non-existent.  She knew that Vincente would most
likely be returning to his ship soon, and she looked forward to the day he
would be gone and out of their way.  Frustrated, Elena released the
delicious warmth of her urine and let it flow, unabated, into her pants
until she was completely empty, then squeezed her vaginal muscles in a vain
attempt to make herself climax.  Fuck, I can't even make myself cum!, she
raged to herself.

     Vincente concentrated on driving and paid little attention to what was
going on in the car.  For an instant, he thought he detected the odor of
urine, but decided it must have been either something hanging in the air
along the road or he imagined it.  He seemed to be imagining a lot of things
lately, or so he was being told.  He certainly felt that he didn't imagine
all the sex play that went on at the beach house, but he chose not to say
anything to Elena, because he knew what her response would have been.  It
would have been pointless to bring it up, he knew.  He had been home for
quite some time, and he hoped his employer would call soon.  He needed to
get back to the ship, to the surroundings that he was most comfortable with.
  After all, he had been going to sea for many years, and was gone for long
periods of time.  He sometimes felt like a stranger in his own home.

     He discovered that Eva had grown a great deal since his last time home,
not only physically, but she had matured a great deal.  She was more like a
young adult woman rather than a 15-year-old girl, the young girl he
remembered her to be.  And Elena was somehow changed.  He couldn't put his
finger on it, exactly, but she was definitely different.  His other two
children were gone and he hardly ever heard from them.  His son was now a
merchant seaman, like he had been in his younger days, and his other
daughter was now in Rome, living the high life, he assumed.  No one ever
heard from her directly, but the family did receive information about her
from others.  They knew she was well, but that was about all.  Yes, the two
older children had grown apart from him, and now it looked as if Eva was
headed that direction, also.  He was glad to have the place on the shore
that he had always dreamed about, and he was content with himself and life
whenever he was building things in his wood shop.  He sighed and got his
mind back on the driving.

     Aria was awakened from her nap by the car bumping over a rough place in
the roadway.  It was dark in the car except for the faint glow from the
lights in the dash.  She glanced over at Gina and then at Eva, trying to see
their faces to tell if they were awake or sleeping, but it was too dark to
tell.  She looked into the front seat at Vincente and saw that he was
intently staring out at the road.  Elena sat staring out the side window.
She wondered about the time, and looked at the clock in the dash of the car.
  It read 8:22p.m.  No wonder it's dark, she thought.

     Aria sat in the darkness, listening to the sounds made by the car and
wind passing around it as they sped along the highway.  She looked at Elena,
whose outline was dimly visible from the lights in the dashboard.  Her eyes
rested on the swell of the woman's breast, and the memories of their times
together came flooding back to her.  This woman was like no other to her,
and she loved Elena with her heart.  The longing she felt for her own mother
became manifest in this woman, the mother of her best friend.  Her best
friend.  Eva had become her best friend, and not just because of the sexual
interests common to them both.  They were like twins, anticipating what the
other was about to say, so much alike in their intellectual interests, so
much alike in every way.  Aria put out her hand and let it come to rest on
Eva's thigh.  Eva felt Aria's hand on her leg and placed her hand over the
girl's, squeezing lightly.  Ironically, the bond between them had been
strengthened by the events of the weekend.  Eva had come to realize the
unselfish nature of her mother in matters of love and sex, and that love
extended to Aria by Elena made Eva realize how much she, too, cared for the
girl.  The envy was soon erased by that realization.  And in Aria's case,
her worry about concealing the relationship with Eva's mother had also been
dispelled.  The openness now shared by the three was a binding force that
brought them together in a way that perhaps none had thought probable.

     Elena heard the soft murmur of Aria's voice as she spoke with Eva.
Although she couldn't make out their words, she knew what they were saying.
She knew what feelings they were sharing.  It was very pleasing to her the
way the weekend had concluded, with all the girls feeling a sense of
belonging to each other, belonging in a way that being in love gives to a
person.  She remembered that night at the dinner table when Aria kept
glancing furtively at her, and how the girl's looks had sparked a desire in
her that culminated in their lovemaking a short time later.  Aria was so
much like her own child, her child/lover, the same way she thought about
Eva.  She felt that her love for the girl was naturally occurring, just like
a person's love of life itself.  She embraced this feeling with a warm
heart, very happy with the direction her life had taken.  She knew that she
would be leaving Vincente behind, and for an instant, she questioned her
choice.  After all, her husband had given his pledge to her, and for the
twenty-two years they had been together, he had lived up to it, even
exceeded it in some ways.  Did he deserve to be treated the way she had
treated him over the previous weeks?  Could she just walk away from him?  In
a manner of speaking, she had already done that, she knew, but she also knew
she was not prepared, or perhaps not willing, to answer these questions just
yet.  She knew the dangers of burning both ends of the candle, but she
preferred to think of it in different terms.  The girls' end of that candle
burned fiercely, while Vincente's end sputtered and flickered, appearing
about ready to go out.  As long as his end didn't ignite fully, she believed
that she had control of the matter, and, therefore, she didn't see the need
to make any drastic decisions for the time being.  Her mind went back to
Aria and Eva, and what they were doing back there.  The sexual hold on her
was now so great, and she was desperate to masturbate.  As she quietly
opened the zipper on the side of per slacks, she looked over at her husband
and wondered if he would even have any idea what she was doing right there
next to him.  She pushed the urine-soaked panties into herself and began
rubbing slowly, watching her hand moving beneath the crotch of her slacks.
The relief she was giving herself would last until they got home and she got
into bed with her daughter.

     Gina was awakened when the car was jolted by the rough place in the
road.  She once again reflected briefly on the events of the weekend as she
heard Aria and Eva talking quietly.  After a minute or so, she heard Aria
abruptly draw in her breath, then shortly thereafter she could hear the
unmistakable sound of fingers in what had to be a VERY wet slit, since she
could hear it above the road noise.  Her own moisture began building as she
wondered whose pussy was getting treated.  Her hand moved inside her pants
as she gazed at Elena's breast in the dim glow of light, sharply outlined by
her tight sweater.

     Vincente was thinking about the dining table he was crafting for the
beach house, thinking about the finish he wanted to put on it.  The table
they were using was alright, but it really didn't fit the space very well,
and he had decided to make a new one.  He hoped to have it done over the
coming weekend so he could start on some bookshelves.  Vincente was very
skilled in furniture making, and he enjoyed it very much.  It was a hobby
that could easily become a commercial enterprise if he so desired, but it
was a hobby for him, and a way to ease his mind of the everyday concerns of
his life.  Since completing the deal for the beach property, he looked
forward to the weekends there, to be busy in his wood shop.  He could forget
about the present difficulty with Elena, and the trips to the psychiatrist,
which, he believed, weren't accomplishing all that much.  He did feel better
talking to the man, but it seemed to be such an inordinately slow process.
What was so bad for him was that things were continuing to happen between
Elena and Eva that kept him on edge and wondering if he truly was getting
better.

     Vincente was glad that Elena had wanted to get a driving license, so
that, when he was away, she would be able to take Eva to the beach and enjoy
the place, as well as being able to run her errands without needing to rely
on the public transportation all the time.  Secretly, he was pleased by the
way Eva was maturing.  She demonstrated an adult way of reasoning about most
things, and she was a very intelligent girl.  He looked forward to the day
when she would go to a university and learn a professional career.  He
wanted that very much, especially since his other two children didn't seem
to have the same drive and ambition that Eva exhibited.  He withheld his
praises of her, and instead continued to be the stern disciplinarian which
he believed was the proper way to raise children.  He saw how she showed so
much adoration for her mother, and it pleased him that she was so respectful
and considerate.  Even though things happened between Elena and Eva which
appeared to be suspiciously sexual, he didn't want to believe that they
behaved improperly.

     By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, everyone had
returned to s semblance of propriety.  Vincente drove the girls home and
then headed for their home.  He pulled into the driveway and up to the
garage.  While he opened the doors and put the car away, Elena and Eva went
inside to remove the evidence of their highway exploits.  They showered and
put on nightclothes, then went downstairs to have a bedtime snack.  Vincente
was sitting in the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear when they walked in.

     Elena saw the big smile and asked why.  "Why the big smile, Vincente?"

     He didn't say a word, but handed over a letter which had come in the
mail while they were away.  It was his notice to report for work.  He had
been assigned to captain the good ship Lollipop, a vessel which was known to
have a good crew and seldom any down time for mechanical repairs.  The long
wait was now ended.  He would be leaving in two days and would not be home
again for at least eighteen months.  Elena and her daughter smiled knowingly
at each other, then Eva uncharacteristically hugged her father and told him
she would miss him.  He smiled awkwardly and started to return her hug but
caught himself.  After a light snack, they closed up everything and turned
off the lights, then went up to bed.  Vincente went to his bedroom while
Elena went to bed with Eva.


CONCLUSION