Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 15:54:55 +1100 (EST)
From: madeline morrison <mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: madeline's story

Just a little story I've written about the first time I
met Erica whose stories have been told under the title
"Hairdresser', "Our few days away" and "After the
island".
This is not intended to disagree with anything Erica's
said but merely to put the story from my point of view.
As you all know everything can be seen from two angles
and this is mine.
I notice that writers usually put in a foreword about it
being their story and not for publication so consider
that said too.
The story is called Madeline's story.

If you do read it I hope you enjoy. It's true to the best
of my recollection. I had in fact finished the story but
after seeing Florence and Erica together that night I
decided that I just had to tell you how it how lovely it
was and how it affected me.
Love to all, Madeline

e-mail at mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au

Hi, I'd like to introduce myself, my name's Madeline, you
my have heard of me before, I'm Erica's former girl
friend. I'm sure if you're reading this you know who
Erica is, she's one of the authors on this site, which
I've only just found, I'd never heard of it before.

Erica has said some very nice things about me in relation
to our "love affair", I didn't know she regarded me so
highly not only for my sexual attributes but also as a
girl.

I first met her in a hairdressing salon where I surprised
myself by picking her up. I knew she had been looking at
me in the mirror and she had the excuse that she didn't
know where else to look but I caught her looking at me
again and again. As a matter of fact I purposely moved my
legs when I was sat on the floor so that she could see my
knickers especially the "wet spot" in the crotch.

I'd never had sex with a woman before and as a matter of
fact I'd never had sex before with a girl or a boy
either. So what made me come on to her? That's a
difficult question to answer, maybe it was because she
was looking at me in the mirror and maybe it was because
I purposely moved myself so she could see my knickers.
Once I'd seen her looking I guessed she was a lesbian, an
ordinary woman would, perhaps, have either looked away or
been disgusted at the sight of my wet knickers.

Like most other girls of my age I'd had "fantasies" about
other girls at school, some of them had been blonde, some
brunette and some with hair as black as night.
Physically, I like the same kind of girl, not too tall,
perhaps 5 feet 2 inches so that they are quite a bit
smaller than I am. Quite slim, as long as they had
breasts, but most of all, I liked them with big nipples,
nice bottoms and nice muscular legs, hair colour was
really unimportant. When I masturbated it was those kinds
of girls that I thought about. From what I could see of
Erica it seemed that she had all of those attributes. Her
hair was red but I was later to find out that her natural
colour was a sandy blonde but in recent year she'd dyed
it red.

So, was I turned on, you bet I was, I couldn't wait for
her to look at me again so I could unmistakeably let her
know I was interested. As she blushed I gathered more
courage and as I sat in the chair next to her if I
remember correctly, she blushed again as I asked her if
we could have coffee and perhaps lunch afterwards, but
she didn't say no.

I think the hairdresser was a bit startled to hear a
young girl like me coming on to an older woman but I
thought she was so gorgeous that I just had to talk to
her. My hairdresser finished what she was doing for me
before Erica's, as I got out of the chair I said I'd meet
her in the Cosmopolitan caf‚ upstairs near the ABC
department store.

I waited there for quite sometime and when she still
didn't come I went looking for her, such was my
confidence. I found her sat on a bench near the
hairdresser's salon and when I took her hand and kissed
her lightly on the lips she blushed and didn't pull her
hand away. I suspect that anybody passing by would have
mistaken us for mother and daughter although I'm several
inches taller than she is but that's not unusual these
days. I took her to the Cosmopolitan caf‚ as I'd
suggested and led her to the rear of the caf‚ where I sat
her down and ordered drinks for us both. She looked a
little shy so to relieve her of her shyness I kissed her
on the lips again and let my hand touch her breast.
Perhaps other people could see us but I didn't care I was
totally entranced with this woman. She was so nicely
dressed, much nicer than the schoolgirls that I'd
fantasised about, I could see her lovely blouse, her lacy
bra, and quiet a lot of her legs covered with very nice
stockings, I wasn't to see her knickers in full until
later.
The skin was so pale, it obviously didn't see much of the
sun and when we sat and she leaned forward the skin on
her breasts was almost the same.

After we'd had our drinks and I'd asked her all about
herself I'd led her outside to her car and when she was
seated I gave her a very long kiss, pushing my tongue
deep inside her mouth not thinking that I'd never done
this before with a girl of any age. It didn't seem to
matter, it just felt so natural tongue kissing this older
woman who moaned as I moved my tongue across her lips,
just smearing them with my saliva and then plunging it
deep in her mouth to massage her tongue. For some reason
I thought it a nice idea to run my tongue along her
teeth, don't know why, it just seemed like a good idea at
the time. I held her breast and felt her nipple starting
to rise for me so I kissed her again, perhaps an even
longer kiss this time but with just as much enthusiasm
and squeezing the nipple of her left breast, the closest
to me, quite hard.

When I pulled away I gave her a "knowing" smile whilst I
maintained my hold on her breast that must have told her
that I was going to be sexually aggressive with her. I
got the feeling that she hadn't wanted me to stop kissing
her but I'd let go of her nipple and squeezed her thigh
and told her to turn left out of the car park. From there
I'd direct her to where I wanted to go. Gosh, when I
think back now, I realise how outrageous my behaviour had
been but it had not led to any objections from her. As
she drove my hand travelled further up her skirt pushing
it further and further up her legs until her knickers
were fully exposed and my goodness, what pretty knickers
they were. There was a small gap between the lace welt of
her stockings and the lace trim of her knickers,, the
exposed flesh was so white, it had obviously been a long
time since it had seen the sun. To make the view even
more interesting the knickers had a little lace band
around the two inch long legs that looked so sexy.

After about 4 miles I told her to turn off the road at a
caravan park and drive down to a deserted beach. Nobody
used the beach anymore, it had been badly damaged by a
cyclone some years ago and the sea wall had been almost
destroyed. The rocks out of which it had been built had
been strewn all over the place and it was no longer
considered a safe beach to swim at. I told her where to
pull up and when she did and switched off the engine I
noticed reluctance on her part to do anything. I could
see it was up to me to start whatever was going to happen
so I kissed her as deeply as a 16 year old could and
fondled her breast again with lots of enthusiasm if not
skill.

Apparently she liked my ministrations because her hand
was holding mine to her breast and her mouth had opened
as far as possible to give me even more access to it. Her
tongue made itself available for mine and they danced a
lovely dance around her mouth, first mine chasing hers
and then hers chasing mine. I asked her if she had a
blanket in the car, which she did, so we took it and
walked some distance through the park along the beach. I
was looking for a nice quiet spot where we could be
undisturbed for what I had in mind but we found a picnic
table instead. Because it was no longer in use we checked
it to see if it was rickety but they're built of hard
wood so even though it had not been used for quite some
time it was still rugged.

I spread the blanket on the table and helped her to sit
on it, my intention was to try to kiss her pussy. As we
progressed, she laid full length on the table, not sure
who's idea it was but perhaps we, or she, thought it
would be more comfortable. At least I had thought to
leave a little bit of the blanket folded over for her
head to rest on. Fortunately for me, the seat alongside
the table was still quite firm so I sat on it so I could
lean over her and kiss her again.

Where did I get my confidence? I have no idea, I only
know that it seemed the most natural thing in the world
to do, just to kiss her and reach for her breast. As I
opened her blouse and her bra was exposed I felt such a
rush of elation that at long last one of my girlhood
dreams was about to be fulfilled. The swell of her breast
seemed to call out to me to kiss it, which I did, leaving
little wet marks of my saliva here and there on her
breast but that wasn't all I was looking for. I opened
her bra, which fastened at the front, and exposed her
breasts, her nipples seemed to be growing in stature the
more I looked at them. I hadn't kissed a girl's nipples
before but I'd dreamed about it for a couple of years,
possibly since I was twelve or thirteen.

It looked just so nice staring back at me that I just had
to take it in my mouth and even though I've played with
my nipples during the night when I've thought about being
with one of my school friends nothing could compare with
this. I took it gently, as far as I can remember, into my
mouth just sucking at it thinking golly this is the first
time for me and glory be, it's a woman old enough to be
my mother. That thought didn't last long because sucking
on the nipple caused her to moan in my ear and my other
hand went to her right nipple, tugging and squeezing it
to my hearts content.

After a little while spent sucking and licking her
breasts and nipples I moved down to her groin, didn't
feel a bit nervous, my mouth was on her pussy just
tasting the fluids that had apparently percolated through
her knickers. Now, for my very first time I was going to
kiss and lick a clitoris, I have to admit that I was a
little nervous now, what if she didn't want me to do it?
I put that thought out of my mind and lowered my mouth to
her pussy, yes, it was still leaking for me so I took her
wet knickers in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth.
I really need a more comfortable position for my intended
activities so I moved to the end of the table and pulled
the rug bringing her body and consequently her pussy
right before me. Now I had better access and I could
really pay attention to her but I needed to be bolder and
whilst my mouth was within a whisker of her pussy I moved
her knickers aside to give me uninterrupted access.
Whilst I was licking her pussy lips I wasn't sure whether
she was crying or not but she was making some noises but
honestly, I didn't care what she was doing, all I wanted
was to taste the fluids that were soaking her.

For girls who haven't yet seen a pussy, especially a
lover's, I can only say that it looked wonderful, so much
nicer to look at than my own (I've sat in front of a
mirror to look at it) and I suspect that was because I
could look inside it. I couldn't wait to pay attention to
it. Being at the end of the table not only could I see
her pussy but I could reach her bottom too and my finger
found her little rose bud to tease whilst I was tasting
her. The taste was something that I'd never tasted when
I've "fingered" myself. My fingers were holding her open
to give me even greater access. I couldn't remember to
this day whether I "fucked" her with my fingers or not,
all in know was that there was copious amounts of fluid
around her genitals and that my hand was awfully wet but
then again so was my mouth, lips and my cheeks. Some of
her fluids had even got onto my nose and more had risen
in my nasal passages but so what, it was delicious, I
couldn't imagine being anywhere else just at that moment.

Once she'd had her orgasm, the first time I've brought a
woman to one, her convulsions elapsed and she settled
back on the table. She hadn't finished with me though,
her mouth was seeking mine and her tongue was reaching
into my mouth so far that I'm sure it reached my tonsils
and made me "gag". Eventually she relaxed and lay back on
the table holding me and stroking my hair and telling me
that I'd given her a wonderful "fuck".

That wasn't the kind of language that I was used to older
women using to me but, being realistic, I'd never
"fucked" a woman before. I think we got a towel out of
the car but even if we did I couldn't sure, I was in
heaven, my first sex and with an older woman who, quite
frankly, seemed to be enamoured of me. I know that we
rearranged ourselves and walked a little way further
along the park until we reached a piece of the crumbling
wall that still seemed to be safe to sit on. We'd walked
with my arm around her almost as though I was a much
older boyfriend but I found it amazing that here was I,
no more than a girl, holding a woman as though she needed
help in walking. I lifted her up onto the wall and took
her in my arms again as we stood groin to groin kissing
and kissing with great joy.

Sometime during this session I found my hips gyrating
towards her as though I was a man fucking her and, wow,
her hips responded to me. We were like a couple of
rutting deer going hell for leather, not that I know a
lot about deer, both panting and sobbing in an effort to
"blow' the other one off. I was the first to `cum" but
she orgasmed shortly after and she tried to pull away
from me but I held her tight and her "cum" sprayed on to
my thigh. Oh what a glorious mess!!!!!

I really don't remember too much more except that we
exchanged knickers before we went home, hers felt lovely
round my bottom, absolutely full of "cum", the silky feel
of them was lovely against me. I suspect that mine
weren't too much better, she was constantly wriggling
about in them, perhaps trying to spread the "cum" a
little further round her bottom.

One thing that Erica wouldn't have told you, because I
didn't tell her, was that it was quite a while before I
went home, I'd just sat round the shopping centre amazed
at what I'd just done to an older woman. I wondered
whether I would hear from her again, realistically I
shouldn't have but I was not to know just then how I'd
affected her. Only later in the week when she rang me on
my mobile did I realise how she felt about me. I don't
think she'd had sex with such a young woman before. I was
later to find that she'd been with two others but she
thought that I was the best ever. Wow, did that do
something for my ego.

This little story may not be as detailed as Erica's
stories but remember, I was, and am still, a 16 year old
girl who'd just had her first lesbian sex, remarkably
taking the dominatrix position, so I think I may be
excused for not remembering more details. Perhaps I'll
remember more when I write about our further experiences.
Anyway, as far as I can remember that's how our little
love affair started. One thing I remember quite clearly
is that Erica rang me on the Tuesday evening asking me if
I'd been going to ring her, of course I was but I was
playing the hard game and waiting to see if she rang me
first. It was quite a feather in my cap, not only had I
picked this woman up, but I'd made love to her and now
here she was ringing me as though she couldn't bear to be
away from me. Wow, what that did for my ego!

Thinking back to when our love affair broke down I admit
to playing a leading part in its ending. I haven't
written too much more about Erica and I but if you want
to know more I would suggest you look at other stories by
Erica, probably "Hairdresser",  "Our few days away" and
"After the Island". These stories probably show how
arrogant I've been with her and then the final blow for
her would have been the evening when we went to the Lez
Bian caf‚ where she caught me kissing Victoria. The fact
that I didn't know she'd caught us is no excuse, I was
just damned stupid.

Florence took her in hand after my "gaff" and we've not
had any kind of a relationship since then. How could
there have been, she looked so hurt and even though we've
met since then she's managed to maintain her resolve and
although we may have talked she's shown not the slightest
interest in me, all her interest has now been transferred
to Florence. There have been occasions when all three of
us have been in our house together and when they show any
signs of intimacy I get a little jealous, my face has
been flushed and my breasts started to feel in need of
attention. Obviously I'm not going to get it from either
of these women.

Victoria was in the first instance quite a "catch", a
very passionate girl who, like Erica, let me take charge
of the subsequent proceedings. I liked that, she did as I
bid her to and the sex, again, was very good as long as I
was the leader. Eventually though Victoria expressed a
desire for something more than just sex, she wanted a
long term relationship but my arrogance told me that I
could have it all. Just whistle and she'd come running
just to please me but I should have known that it
couldn't last. Girls want something more than just "wham,
bang, thank you ma'am", they want affection and
protection and that's what I was not providing.

So, now, here I am, alone on the shelf with the two girls
I really liked and treated so badly both in relationships
that appear to be lasting. I don't know Victoria's new
girl friend but apparently she's very contented and
they're making plans to move in together. Erica and
Florence seem to be more attached to each other every
time I see them. Will I ever learn and take the girls
that profess to love me seriously and make them my own or
will I continue with my foolish ways and end up on the
proverbial shelf.

I'd intended that this should be the end of this little
tale but I think I'd like to tell you about the
happenings at our house, that's Florence's and my house,
yesterday evening. Erica had come over to dinner but I
wasn't feeling too well and had gone to bed quite early
leaving the two women to their own devices.

Later in the evening I woke with a dry throat so went to
the bathroom for a drink and another aspirin tablet. I
didn't put the light on until I entered the bathroom when
I needed to look in the cabinet for the aspirin. I hate
taking those things and really need water to get them
down but I didn't turn the water on too hard so it
wouldn't make a noise, it tends to make a hammering noise
when you turn the top off sometimes and frightens the
daylights out of anybody not used to it.

When I stumbled back to bed, as you can imagine I was
still very dopey but noticed the light on in Florence's
bedroom. In old houses like ours there's continual
movement and on this occasion it had let the door to her
bedroom swing open, not too far, just a small opening but
I could see the bed. Erica was lay on the bed stark
naked, goodness she's lovely when she's naked, even
though I was not feeling very well I would have loved to
have laid down and cuddled her. As it was, I could see
Florence kneeling by her side on the other side of the
bed, that's on the far side of Erica, with her hand
apparently in Erica's pussy. Whilst I was still not quite
"with it" it was obvious that something interesting was
happening so I quietly moved into my bedroom, almost
closing the door, knelt and watched the happenings
through the
the openings. I could hear the girls murmuring to each
other, Florence apparently talking to Erica and she
answering with guttural sounds that sounded very much to
me like a woman in the throes of passion. Erica was
making those kinds of noises that come from deep in the
throat along with little "oh's" as Florence moved her
fingers back and forward in her pussy. Of course, I had
no idea how long this had been going on for but when I
saw Florence take her fingers, the usual two that Erica
likes best, out of her pussy and hold them to her own
mouth to lick it was obvious that it had been going on
for a little while. Florence's fingers were liberally
coated with `cum", rich and creamy of the kind that Erica
produces when she's really aroused, she moved them to her
mouth. Like a show person she held them where Erica could
see them, probably for dramatic effect, before she
plunged them deep into her mouth obviously enjoying both
the taste and the effect it had on Erica.

Erica reached up for Florence's fingers but they were
moved out of her way and with her other hand held she
held Erica's hand at bay. I wasn't sure whether Erica
wanted to taste Florence's fingers or whether she just
wanted them back in her pussy but I do know that she
loves two fingers in her pussy. She loves them moving in
and out just as slowly as possible, that way she got the
maximum tease, and as she reached up for Florence she
lifted her bottom clear of the pillows to make her pussy
more attractive and available to Florence. Florence is a
master of the tease as far as I can see and the fingers
slowly entered her again only to be withdrawn to be
replaced with her flat hand placed over her mound. From
personal experience, I know just how much Erica likes to
be teased this way, Florence's hand moved ever so slowly
over the mound in a circular fashion and when Erica
lifted herself off the pillows to increase the pressure
Florence gently pushed her down again or sometimes she
lifts her hand to make Erica lift herself even higher.
All this time she's whimpering like a child trying to
regain its mother's nipple.

All this time, Florence has been fully dressed and only
Erica has been naked but now, Florence is reaching to
unbutton her blouse but slowly, oh so slowly. Erica
almost looks as though her mouth is watering at the
anticipated sight of a bare breast appearing before her.
Florence just smiled, opened her blouse and peeked inside
as though she was surprised at what she found, lifting
her breast out of the blouse her hands cupped it and gave
it a little squeeze. Erica's hand was reaching up again
but this time it wasn't her Florence's fingers she wanted
it was her breast. Again, Florence pushed her hand away
but as she did so she leaned forward so that the now
exposed nipple fell almost to Erica's mouth. I did say
almost because it must have been hanging there within
centimetres of her and she was struggling to lift her
head hoping to reach that little button on Florence's
chest. Whether it was because Erica was struggling so
much to reach Florence's nipple I could have sworn that
it was growing before my eyes.

For a girl who'd been sick enough to go to bed early
sometime ago I was now in good form and my little pussy
was starting to answer me when I put my hand inside my
knickers trying to relieve myself. I had to be careful of
course, I don't know what would have happened if they'd
heard me, perhaps shut the door on me or at least some
angry words from Florence for my inquisitiveness.
However, they didn't hear me nor did they shut the door
so I continued to have a wonderful view of my former
lover being "fucked". I could see that Erica was nearing
the end of her tether and so was I, an orgasm was very
near but I was more interested in the orgasm that Erica
would have than in mine.

Her hands had grabbed for Florence's and pushed her
fingers deep into her pussy at the same time she'd lifted
her bottom clear of the pillows dragging Florence's
fingers deeper into her pussy and holding them there. The
noises she was making were deep in her throat and no
words were being emitted just stuttering noises that
could have been words but then again could have been
almost anything.

Honestly, I'd never seen her look so satisfied and
exhausted before. I wish I'd known earlier that they were
on the bed I would have loved to have watched right from
the start, the expression on her face seemed to say that
they'd been at it for hours and I only saw a few minutes
or so. Florence took her in her arms and kissed her on
her forehead whilst Erica just surrendered to her kisses
and embrace.

One thing I think I can be sure of and that's Florence
will not have sex from Erica tonight, she'll have to be
satisfied with holding her, Erica doesn't recover very
quickly. Florence reached over and turned off the bedside
lamp and as she lay back on the bed I heard the sigh that
Erica let out as she snuggled up to Florence. Knowing
Erica as I do, I suspect that Florence will wake up to
find Erica's fingers in her pussy and her nipple in her
mouth. Just the way I used to wake up when I slept with
Erica those weeks and months ago.