Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2007 15:08:23 +1000 (EST)
From: maria <topendmaria@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: short shorts

THE NAME OF THIS STORY IS SHORT SHORTS and the author is
Maria, nothing more, just Maria.
It's a story about lesbian love between a woman and a
younger one. If you're a regular reader of Nifty you've
probably read one of my stories before so you won't be
surprised at the content.
As is usual in my stories the younger woman is the
dominant person in this partnership.
I'd love to hear how you like the story so please e-mail
me on topendmaria@yahoo.com.au


I'd just had the most horrific argument with my mother
and all over such a simple thing as a pair of shorts.
Admitted the shorts are short, well perhaps even more
short than short if you understand what I mean. They're
made from a pair of jeans that are far too hot to wear in
a climate like this but when I got them I was like every
other girl, I just had to have them. I probably drove mum
mad pestering her for them and then when I got them I
always found them too uncomfortable to wear in summer.

They'd been in the wardrobe for ages and when I spotted
them I thought I could find a good use for them but I'd
got carried away with the scissors. First I cut them off
at the knees and rather liked them that way. But, if I
liked them cut off at the knees I'd probably like them
even more cut off at the thighs. Yes, that looked
terrific so what if I went even shorter, how would they
look then. To cut a long story short the eventual result
was even shorter than I'd planned and shorter than is
decent. However, when my mother had seen them and
remonstrated with me I got a case of the "shits" with her
and deliberately pulled them up as high as they would go.

I could see her face turning red as she fought to control
her anger. We'd had a bit of a scene, a couple of days
ago, about me writing lesbian stories but unfortunately
I'd been stupid enough to include her as my submissive
lover. The battle continued with her telling me I
couldn't go out in those damned tarty (one of my mother's
favourite words) shorts so, to show her what's what I
stormed out of the house, jumped on my bike and rode to
the local shopping centre. It was rather uncomfortable
with my practically bare bottom rubbing against the seat
but was I going to surrender? Not on your life.

It's not that far to the shopping centre, thank goodness,
or else I might have arrived looking as though my bottom
had been rubbed with sandpaper, it would have been so
red. Nevertheless I thought I'd won a victory. Of course
later I was to find out that it had been a hollow
victory, as I had to lie on the floor that evening to
watch TV, my bottom was a little too sore to sit down.
I'd also been careful to change out of the shorts and
into a skirt to hide my distress.

My mother, realising my distress, had one of those smirks
on her face that mothers reserve for occasions when the
alternative could have been "I told you so". It would
have been lovely to admit my stupidity and ask her for
some cream to rub on my bottom to try and cool myself
down but youthful pride prevented me. Rather than spend
Sunday with her, so she could gloat, I took myself off to
the shopping centre again and again (aren't I stupid?) I
wore my cut off shorts. This time it wasn't just to get
out of her way but I liked to wander round the shops for
an hour or two just browsing through the clothing and
shoe shops not that I had much money to spend.

After a couple of hours I went to the ice cream parlour
for a nice soft serve. I was sat outside in the walkway
watching people walk by and comparing women's bodies to
my own and checking out their clothes. Naturally those
older women or girls always had more money to spend on
clothes than I did. That's not to say that my mother's
mean, she's just a bit of a stickler for getting the best
out of clothes and after the argument we'd recently had I
couldn't very well put out my hand for money.

Some very nice women had walked past in the twenty
minutes or so that I'd sat there and there had been a
couple that I'd rather liked. Two girls together had
strolled past several times and they'd come back again
just as I was standing ready to walk back to my bike.
That was until one of them commented about my red bottom
but when I turned around to look at her she had the good
grace to look down. But to put her at ease I'd mad a
comment about my own stupidity and said wouldn't you like
to kiss it better but that had only made things worse and
she'd turned blood red. Her friend meanwhile had walked
inside the ice cream parlour and we two girls were stood
on our own. She apparently didn't have much in the way of
conversation but to make up for it she was quite pretty.
Not outstandingly beautiful by any means but she had
something that attracted me.

To give her somewhere to look I stood with one hip thrown
to the side showing off the curve of my bottom and when I
saw her eyes move from around my chest to my hip I
immediately threw them the other way. With the little
shorts on the whole curve of the hip was showing and I
could see her embarrassment as she tried to look at me
without actually giving anything away. Although I was
down to my last couple of dollars until I could try to
borrow some more money from my mother I invited her
inside for an ice cream. We sat in a corner and I could
see her eyes wandering round looking for her friend but
the girl behind the counter told her that Megan, her
friend, had said she'd see her later and had just left.
She'd seen us outside in conversation and presumed that
Liz, my new friend, would spend the afternoon with me.

It was quite difficult making conversation with her, her
shyness was beginning to be a stumbling block and trying
to put her at ease was proving to be more difficult than
I'd at first thought. I'm a persistent girl though and a
couple of funnies made her smile, which was very nice,
because she had such nice teeth and when she smiled they
showed. I couldn't understand why she should be so
reticent about smiling but perhaps she just had a very
shy nature. After we'd finished our ice creams I invited
her to join me as I strolled round the shops admiring the
clothes I'd buy if I had the money. My tastes are for
short tight skirts and stockings, my mother's influence
there, pretty blouses and high heel shoes. Liz on the
other hand was a little more conservative than me and
consequently what ever I chose she didn't particularly
like and what she chose had the same effect on me. Not
liking each other's clothes doesn't mean that we couldn't
have a friendship though and taking a nice skirt off the
rack I dragged her into the change room while I tried it
on.

I felt so good in it, it was tight, pencil slim so that I
wouldn't be able to take long strides, just little sexy
ones and as I walked around the store trying it on I
could feel it's grip on my thighs and the slither as the
material slid across the material of my panties covering
my bottom. But, no matter how I liked it I couldn't
afford it so I had to put it back on the rack. Returning
to the change room I saw that Liz was not following me so
I promptly turned around, walked back to her and taking
her hand led her to the change room. She didn't want to
go in with me but I just smiled and dragged her in.

As I dropped the skirt I saw her face go blood red so I
turned just that little bit further to let her see the
crease in the front of my panties. The crease was a
little damp, not from excitement, yet, it was wet from
the pee I'd had before and they hadn't dried off as yet.
Taking advantage of her obvious embarrassment I'd said,
"You look as though you want to be anywhere else but here
don't you?  I didn't wait around for a reply I just took
her hands took her hands in mine and kissed her. Her
desire was quite palpable, I could feel her lips tremble
and I placed one of her hands on my pussy and said
"stroke it for me". I smiled at her embarrassment again
but I still held her hand against my pussy and pulling
her too me I kissed her on her lips again opening mine
just before we met so she could see the wetness on the
end of my tongue as it slithered inside her mouth.

She pulled away and I wasn't sure whether I'd overdone
the domineering act but she'd pulled away but not removed
her hand from my pussy. She could see my breasts giving a
little "heave" as I breathed, they were now quite
prominent and her eyes were telling me that she was
jealous of them. Hers were not as nice, her nipples were
only small but I knew I could help her there. Absolutely
one of my favourite activities with other women is
sucking their nipples, it's a task that I don't consider
work, it's purely pleasure. As I went to lower my head to
kiss her still covered nipples she held me away from her
and asked me how old I am and she appeared stunned when I
said seventeen. `Oh dear" she said, "I'm twenty-five,
don't you think I'm a little too old for you"? What a
stupid question, she wouldn't have been too old for me if
she'd been in a rocking chair. Oh well, I do tend to
exaggerate sometimes, there is a limit to how old I like
my women although to hear me talk you'd think I'd been
with dozens rather than just a few.

I hadn't lost my confidence because of her question and
to prove it I descended on her nipple and gently kissed
it, nothing more, just a little gentle kiss right on the
tip of it. The shudder that ran through her satisfied me
enough to make me think that I should end this session in
the change room and let her go home. I thought I'd done
enough to let her know that I could satisfy her anytime I
wanted to. She asked me if I came into the centre through
the week and I said sometimes but not regularly unless,
and I let that statement hang in the air, there's
something in particular I want to do or someone I want to
meet. That statement was delivered with a grin on my face
and I, again, had the distinct pleasure of seeing the
redness spread across her cheeks.

Liz said that she called into a centre like this most
afternoons on her way home from work for afternoon tea
and this week, because she'd just been transferred in her
job it would be the first time she'd call in here after
work. However, she'd definitely be here or more than
likely be here on Wednesday. That seemed a satisfactory
arrangement to me and with a promise that we'd meet on
Wednesday I left to pick up my bike.

It was a pretty hazy ride home, Liz was on my mind and
although she's a few years older than me it wouldn't make
any difference in my pursuit of her body. I wanted that
body with its small breasts and nice feminine hips but
the face, such a pretty face, is so pretty that I'm just
dying to kiss it. Fortunately there wasn't much traffic
on the way home or else I may have found myself under a
car I was so far away in "cloud cuckoo land". Arriving
home I threw my bike under cover and strolled to my
bedroom without saying hello to my mother but I had
something on my mind. My panties were a little wetter
than they'd been in the changing room and there was the
tell tale aroma that I recognised as a woman, this woman,
"on heat". Without really doing anything Liz had made my
juices flow, maybe it was the fact that she's a little
older or maybe it's her shyness. That was something I'd
have to conquer.

Standing at the side of the bed I eased my tiny shorts
down over my hips exposing my panties and there was the
evidence that she'd done something for me, not just damp
panties, frankly they were quite wet. I wasn't
complaining, the feeling was nice and I walked round the
bedroom for a few minutes letting the moisture spread
itself on the inside of my thighs as I walked my funny
walk, my thighs rubbing together. Looking at myself in
the mirror I thought no wonder you're smiling Maria,
she's damned near "got you off". Honestly, who would
expect a girl to waste an opportunity like that and lying
down on the bed with my shoulders propped up against the
pillows I stroked myself to a tormenting orgasm. I did it
as slowly as I could, each stroke either upwards or
downwards taking forever to reach the end of the stroke.
As I stroked myself I felt my hips moving to try to
extend the pleasure and at the same time saying to myself
`don't be greedy you bitch, wait until I've finished with
you and then you can lift yourself and I'll give you some
fingers".

I did eventually give myself "some fingers" imagining how
it would be when I slid mine into Liz' pussy. Would she
be as wet as I was right then or would she be even worse?
Either way, I'd be in heaven especially when I lowered
myself to place my soft lips on her vagina and slowly
dragged my tongue from "south to north".
I don't know how well all of this would go down with Liz
but it certainly was going very well with me. Of late
I've taken to keeping an old towel in my bedside cupboard
ready for "emergencies" such as this and a folded
handkerchief on the bedside table to stuff in my mouth as
I "shot my bolt" as I understand some young men say.

Oh damn, that was brilliant, but messy. Good job I had
the towel there and it had certainly been a good job I
had my handkerchief there too, the shudder that had run
through me had made me scream out, well maybe not scream,
but the noise I made would have gone a long way toward
waking the dead. I felt utterly drained and although I'd
masturbated thinking about other girls in the past
thinking of Liz had given me one of the best orgasms yet.
Roll on Wednesday, I couldn't wait to see her and the
waiting game until then would last forever. I had several
attempts at masturbating over the weekend and on each
occasion I was successful, well more than successful,
improving with every time I imagined myself fucking Liz.

But all good things come to and end and on Monday morning
I decided to walk to school, I had plenty of time
although I'd wasted a few minutes on the computer reading
e-mails. Can't really understand why but men seem to like
to correspond with the women who write lesbian stories
and post them on Nifty. Whilst I hadn't answered them I'd
read them and examined the lewd photographs that
accompanied them. They don't usually get me in the mood
as the saying goes but sometimes the odd one or two
achieve success. I now know which ones excite me, they're
usually the ones that show off a woman's bottom, that
curve from the waist down over her bottom to where that
curve meets her thighs is beautiful. This morning
although as I said I hadn't read them I'd studied at
least two, they were of lovely women who leaned against
something so that their hips were thrown to one side and
sorry to have to say if I'd had more time I'd have gone
back to bed. However, whilst I had time to stroll to
school I certainly hadn't had time to lay back and
torment my own pussy.

Being seniors we didn't have to line up outside in the
yard, seniors were allowed to go straight to the
classroom on the basis that we're young adults and were
to be trusted. I'm sure if the principal knew what the
main topic of conversation was he'd have thrown us out in
the yard too. The main topic was generally related to
sex. Remember that not that many years ago girls of our
age would have either been married or close to it so
maybe it's not surprising that sex was on the "menu". I
was chatting with Susan my close friend who, although
she'd known me for a little while, wasn't aware that I
loved writing about my imaginary exploits with older
women. That wasn't our topic of conversation though, we
were chatting about the achievements of the school
netball team but suddenly the room went quiet so Susan's
and my voices sounded quite loud. Susan was facing the
front of the class whilst I, sitting in front of her, was
turned with my back to the blackboard. Susan was trying
to attract my attention but with her whispers I
eventually turned around. There was this delightful
bottom pushed out towards me almost like an invitation.
The bottom was covered in blue denim, which covered it
beautifully, the denim continued down the thighs, still
tight, and then it disappeared inside a pair of knee
high, high heel boots.

I could see that Susan was impressed and so was I, the
curve was so geometrical that it could almost have been
drawn by Euclid (I have no idea where that word came from
but it has something to do with geometry). Anyway, for
some reason I felt my pussy lips flutter like a piece of
discarded paper in the wind and I knew that at sometime
soon I'd try to get into this woman's pants. As she
turned around and I saw her face I almost fainted, it was
Liz, my friend from the weekend afternoon that I'd had my
ice cream with. I was totally startled, at the shopping
centre I knew she was pretty but the clothing she'd been
wearing hadn't shown her off like this.

She'd raised her eyes to look around the class ready to
introduce herself when she'd caught my eye, she was
distinctly embarrassed and although she managed quite
nicely to cover her embarrassment she did at least turn a
nice shade of pink. "Would one of you girls please open a
window, I'm quite hot". "Quite hot", what an
understatement, she was hot enough to raise steam in my
boiler. Notwithstanding her embarrassment she managed to
make a start on the lesson and I gave her my full
attention, her voice was like syrup in my ears, I was
gone, I was in heaven, I had to have this woman, I had to
have her without delay, I had to have an orgasm for her
and frankly with just a little tease I'd have one and oh
fuck I did, I did, I had one!

I've already described how the bottom half of her body
looked so now I'd like to try, and remember I did say
try, to describe the top half. With make up on she looked
so much more sophisticated than she had in the shopping
centre. Her hair was wavy and dark, her face had just
enough make up on to make it look like she came from
heaven, her breasts, whilst not big, were very curvy and
I couldn't take my eyes off them and oh fuck, her nipples
seemed to be expanding every second I looked at them.
Finally, her lips, they were painted the most astonishing
red I'd ever seen. I'm in love already and she'd only
been in the classroom for a few minutes, I fell into a
sleep like state where I was kissing her and she was
kissing me back and when my hand moved to her breast she
held it there and opened her mouth for me to dig my
tongue inside her mouth.

For the rest of that lesson I must have seemed like the
biggest dope that had ever fallen from the sky and I was
one totally useless student that period. Susan grabbed
hold of my arm and went to lead me, seemingly quite
drunk, out of the room but Liz (still didn't know her
surname) called me back. She'd regained her composure by
now and we sat with me facing the window so that the
light was falling directly in my face whilst hers was
"backlit". "We mustn't talk about the weekend in the
centre or it could be my job on the line". I was still so
in a whirl I would have agreed with her if she'd told me
to jump off the roof. "Now, please go home" she'd said
"and remember our date on Wednesday". Those words were
running through my mind all the way home and I suspect it
was only because my brother caught up with me that I
didn't keep walking all the way to Darwin.

Paul, bless him, took me home and helped his stupid
sister into the house and without asking me if there was
anything wrong helped me into my bedroom. I sat on the
edge of the bed and the word "date, date, date" kept
running through my mind. Did she mean it or was that just
to keep me quiet in class. Fortunately for me Liz didn't
take us too many times in the week, only one period on
Monday and another two on Thursday so there would be
times when she would be out of my sight but not out of my
mind but I must concentrate, I must concentrate because
my ambition was not to look like a "stunned mullet"
(Australian vernacular for an idiot) but to look like a
competent lover and not only a competent lover but a
competent lover of older women who, in my mind, could be
bent to my satisfy my wishes.

In my bedroom I practised deep breathing to help me relax
and whilst I was doing it I was telling myself that she's
only a woman and a few have fallen for my charms before
so why should she be any different. I practised and
practised until I knew that if it didn't go well on
Wednesday it wouldn't be for the want of trying.
Wednesday eventually come around and I'd stuffed my
school bag with a skirt and a decent blouse and of course
nice knickers. Giving her time to get to the centre I'd
gone to the girls toilets at school and changed wondering
if I should have brought something a little nicer like
black knickers and bra and perhaps a low cut blouse. But
it was too late to worry about that now.

Whilst we met outside the same ice cream parlour that
we'd met at on the weekend I took her along to a nicer
coffee bar closer to the edge of the centre and where we
could look out at the cars coming and going, that was in
case the meeting didn't go well and we'd have something
to look at so covering our embarrassment. She was wearing
a dress when I met her, perhaps I was a little
disappointed at her not wearing the jeans, but to make up
for her change of clothing her top was quite nice, not
all of her breasts showing but sufficient to interest me.
"You look older than you do in class Maria" she'd said
and I told her I looked much older when I got dressed up
with the make up on and the nicer clothes and she'd said
in a much lower voice that I could barely hear "I can't
wait to see that".

Finishing our coffee I asked her if she had lipstick and
she'd given me the one she was wearing. It was a very
deep red and although it quite suited her, when I put it
on, with her doing the sexy finishing touches, she'd said
it looked much better on me. We took our leave of the
caf‚ and wandered back to her car where she asked me
where I wanted her to drop me but I told her to take me
to the park. At this time of the year the park empties
quite early so there'd be few people around. Without any
argument she'd driven to the park and parked right at the
far end of the parking area and turned off the engine.
Well, she'd said, what next and I'd shown her what was
next as I eased her over to the edge of the seat and
reaching as far as I could I'd placed my hand on her
breast. Maria, not so quick but before she'd finished
what she had intended to say my mouth was on hers, gently
it's true, just a continuation of the kiss I'd given her
at the weekend and her mouth while not opening as far as
I'd have liked it to did at least respond and her lovely
lips were moving against mine.

This kiss lasted for more than a few seconds and because
she hadn't pulled away from me my confidence was
building. Rather than my hand just holding her breast it
had started to massage it and with my finger tip roaming
across her nipple there had been some movement under my
finger, her nipple was growing for me. This can't become
public she'd said and whilst I agreed with her by way of
a mumble just at the moment, when I thought I was making
quite good progress, I couldn't really care about
"public", I just wanted to take her tits out and suck her
nipples or at least one of them.  "Not so fast" she'd
said but that was only until I sucked her nipple into my
mouth as hard as I could when this school teacher woman
who everybody thinks is "nice" uttered almost under her
breath "oh fucking hell Maria, where and how did you
learn that"?

There was a shed only a hundred yards away or so, it's
used for shelter both from the sun and the rain but at
this time of the year it was deserted. I sat her down on
the bench and continued with my kissing ritual my tongue
deep in her mouth and frankly because it had been quite a
while since my last sexual encounter I was quite
impatient. I pressed on with my kissing and mauling her
breast and during this time she'd called me a hot bitch
and then apologised but I'd said it doesn't matter what
you call me or the kind of language you use it all makes
me more aroused. Perhaps that wasn't a good idea as her
words started to flow and they were not the kind of words
that I would have expected from a school teacher, they
ranged from the obscene to the downright vulgar so much
so that I was a little embarrassed, not that it was going
to stop me because the more disgusting the words the more
aroused I became. I now had both her tits out and whilst
I was mauling one she was mauling the other and now the
language from both of us would have earned me a smack
around the ears from my mother if she'd heard it.

I must have been something like an animal, my hands were
obviously not under my control, they were either under
hers or else some devil had got into me and first they
were squeezing her breasts and then inside her panties
and then in her mouth and then in her panties again. I
was like a dervish, I wished I had four hands but
finally, of course, both of us had an orgasm. "Oh fuck"
she'd said "how will I face you in class again" and I
could only say "how can I sit there and call you Miss
when I fucked you the evening before, I'll be dribbling
down my leg just looking at you" to which she'd retorted
"well, you'd better make sure you're wearing a short
skirt so I can see the results on you thighs and legs".

Deciding that we'd better go I'd said let me finish you
off darling using the loving word as a test but she'd let
it fly past her asking me what I meant by "finishing her
off"? I showed her how good I am by kneeling, parting her
legs, easing her panties down her legs so I could open
them and put my lips on her pussy. She must have been so
wound up sexually that it was barely minutes before she
laid herself back on the bench, called me darling and
sprayed her "cum" on me. After that little episode I
don't think my sex life is going to be too quiet in
future or at least I hope not. If the way she clung to me
on our way back to her car was any indication I now had a
regular lover. She dropped me close to home but before we
parted we both took a cautious look around before burying
our tongues in each other's mouths. I can't wait for
school tomorrow.

School, is it going to be a trying day or will it cruise
along as I hoped it would. I'm not a stupid girl, really
I'm quite smart, so if Liz decides to ask me any
questions, as she's likely to do with any of the girls, I
feel I'm quite capable of answering them. A problem might
be that instead of calling her "Miss" I'd have to be
careful not to call her darling wouldn't I? But this was
the day we had her twice, once in the morning and again
in the afternoon. The afternoon period was the last one
of the day so it wouldn't be too noticeable if I stopped
behind for a while although nosey Susan, my friend, may
come looking for me at home time. If she does I'd have to
make up an excuse good enough to satisfy her as to why I
wasn't leaving yet.

"Miss", I feel such a fool calling her that when I knew
I'd have her clothes off at the very first opportunity,
"can I see you after class"? "Of course Maria" she'd
said, "just wait when the others go will you". Oh good,
when the others go I can perhaps get her in the store
room for a minute or two but when the others had all left
she took me by the hand and led me to the door and looked
outside round the side of the door like someone out of a
comedy show. Frankly she looked so damned silly but if
this was leading somewhere then I didn't care how silly
it looked. We went to her car and she let me in the
passenger's side then once we'd fastened our seat belts
she drove away. I didn't ask her where we were going, I
was content to be in the car with her going wherever she
wanted to take me but I got a surprise when after about
fifteen minutes she pulled into a driveway and opening
the door she led me round the back of a house to a side
door. Opening the door we went into a dinky little flat,
didn't know how dinky it was at the time but after she
took me round to show me I could see that it was almost
as small as a broom cupboard.

She'd asked me if I liked it and not only to please her
I'd said it was nice, tiny but nice. It had seemed to
have everything she needed including a double bed, which
of course, I'd noticed straight away. She'd said, "I want
you to like it, I'm hoping you're going to spend a bit of
time here" by the way, your clean clothes are on the bed
on your side. On my side, wow, it almost looks as though
I'm expected to move in with her. I'd moved the
bedclothes back and there, hidden, was my `clean
clothes", a nice long black skirt, stockings, panties and
bra and an almost there blouse. I say almost there
because even without putting it on I could see it
wouldn't hide much. Finally, there were shoes. I heard
the rattle of pots and pans and with that she'd shouted
through the door "are you going to get changed"? Your
make up is in the top drawer.

Fifteen minutes later I caught up with her in the kitchen
although there was barely enough room for two of us to be
in there and when she saw me she held her hand to her
breast as though she couldn't get her breath and said "oh
fuck". I gathered that she was impressed by what she saw.
How she'd discovered what sizes to buy was beyond me but
she'd told me that the office kept a record of the girls
sizes because uniform were purchased through the school
so it hadn't been too difficult to find what she wanted.

"Be back in a minute" she'd said and true to her word
she'd come back into the kitchen shortly afterwards. This
was the kind of uniform I liked, short white skirt, white
stockings (must tell her white stockings are not my
thing) white blouse and white high heels. I could only
presume and it was later proved to be correct that her
panties and bra were white also. Whilst I would dearly
have liked to have undressed her right there and then I
considered that she'd gone to the trouble of cooking me a
dinner so I should at least be kind enough to eat it. I
was quite surprised although I don't know why, but the
food was very nice, plain but nice. No fancy eaters in my
family, the males are typical men (I had included my dad
here) typical meat eaters and even my small brother loved
his lamb chops as long as he could pick up the bone and
eat it that way. She'd opened a bottle of wine pouring
out two glasses but I told her I didn't drink. She said
you must, it's your first time here and I hope there will
be many other visits in the future. So, feeling a little
guilty, I drank just a small glass of wine. Liz drank
quite a bit more than me and I'd thought this is looking
for "Dutch Courage". After a couple glasses she'd become
a little flirtaceous giving me little smiles over the rim
of her glass and on a couple of occasions giving me
outrageous winks. However, dinner was going very well but
as the drink had got to her she'd adjusted her clothing
so that now I could see more than just a little of her
breasts, not that I'd complained after all I'm a lady so
I don't make remarks about another woman's clothing.

Dinner being finished we'd gone to her little lounge room
to have our coffee and watch TV. With the coffee disposed
of Liz made herself comfortable pulling my arm around her
shoulders and eventually placing my hand on her breast. I
had to say it was a very nice feeling, the swell wasn't
too big and her nipples were not quite the size of others
I'd felt before but overall the feeling of womanliness
was satisfactory. She'd scared the daylights out of me
when she'd moved my hand from her breast and jumped on
the settee knees first. I hadn't been sure whether this
was where the rape started or not but she leaned forward
and kissed me saying how lucky she was to have met me,
only a little while in town and she'd met someone like me
right or almost from the start. She'd asked if it was
fate that we'd met but going through my mind was the
question would this woman now want me to move in with her
in a sort of lesbian marriage.

Seeing that she'd scared me a little she'd apologised
saying that the girl she'd been with at the shopping
centre was a casual acquaintance that she'd met in
teaching school but they'd never really been friends.
Meeting me, and finding that I had a liking for girls or
women, had made her day so to speak. Kissing me again she
lay across my thighs sighing at the music coming from the
TV set, I hadn't noticed but the programme had changed to
something more romantic. Her hands had guided mine to her
breasts and when I went to open her dress she'd said "oh
yes please darling". Easing my face down to hers she'd
told me to squeeze them and hold her nipples between my
finger and thumb. With that I'd sat up and said that I
did what I wanted when I wanted, lets get that clear
right from the start. Rolling her off me I made her sit
down and open her legs, taking her hand I placed it on
her pussy and let her play with herself. That made both
of us reach a nice high, we were both just about ready to
play the real game. Reaching out for her I took the
buttons of her clothing and eased them open all the time
smiling at her until they were all open. Down they went
as I slipped them, that was her blouse and bra, clear of
her shoulders and as they fell I sat her on the arm of
the settee, just high enough for me to suck her tits
without having to bend too far.

I'd taken her hands and placed them on her own breasts
telling her to hold them out for me to suck and taking it
in turns I'd sucked first one and then the other into my
mouth. Her hand had taken my right hand and slid it under
her skirt, with the way she was sat on the settee arm her
legs were nicely separated for me and although her
panties were quite tight around her thighs I wrestled one
of my fingers inside them. I could only get it to the
mouth of her pussy but she provided the motive force as
she slid further forward to let that finger enter her
with a sigh. Crooking my finger I pulled her up off the
arm so I could kiss her and let her open my blouse then
our breasts could make love to each other as the hardened
nipples clashed. Fortunately for me, Liz didn't have the
courage to press ahead with what she'd started so my
finger started to ride deep into her pussy whilst she
gasped and continually said oh fuck, oh fuck. I didn't
ride her any faster but I did give her more of my fingers
and it became obvious that she was no shrinking violet
the way her hips moved backwards and forwards taking all
my fingers in deep and then almost relinquishing them but
being careful not to let them escape altogether.

Curling my finger again I dragged her by her pussy, she
was still trying to ride me as I dragged her across the
room, to lean her against the door letting her slide down
a little so as to get more of my fingers in her pussy but
still riding like a bronco rider at a gymkhana. Her first
orgasm delighted me as her face screwed up almost as
though she was in pain but she obviously hadn't been in
pain because she didn't stop riding my fingers for quite
a while and I suspect that she had several more orgasms,
some violent and some quite gentle. Her breath was
rasping in her throat as she slowed down and reaching out
for my hand she'd taken it from her pussy and holding it
near her face she'd stared at it for what seemed like
minutes before putting it in her mouth and sucking it.
Oh, she eventually apologised as she gave me a suck too,
there we were two women with a hand in between them
gently licking and sucking it and on occasions our lips
met and shared what she'd given me.

We almost collapsed on the settee with her falling onto
it first and I'd fallen at the side of her. Again she'd
snuggled into me and I had to say, "Sorry Liz, I can't go
again, at least not right now. "Darling" she'd said, "I
don't expect any more right now but please will you sleep
with me?" That had really woken me up, sleep with her,
what time was it, damn, I should have been home ages ago,
we must have spent more time fucking each other or rather
I'd spent more time fucking her than I'd realised.
"Please ring home and ask if you can stay" and she'd
passed me her cordless phone to call home. My brother had
answered the phone and he'd passed it over to my mother
when he recognised my voice. "Hi mum, Ok if I stay the
night with my friend" and at that I'd heard the door
close as though she was shutting herself away somewhere
private so she could speak without being overheard.

"Are you OK darling", she'd asked and then "Who is she?
Is she nice? Is she pretty? What are you going to tell
me? "Have you made love to her? Did she enjoy it? Does
she really want you to stay? Can I bring some clothes
over for you to wear tomorrow to school?' "No damn it
mother, just leave it alone, I'll tell you more when I
see you tomorrow afternoon" but she carried on about
taking care, "Is she older than you?"

"Mother, I'm fine, you know damned well that she's older
than me, I always go for women older. I'm the leader here
so there's nothing to worry about, she will do what I
want and we're going to bed right now."

I'll see you tomorrow!!!!!