Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2005 15:54:10 +0100
From: Tantala Ray <tanrayb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Southern Nights, chapter 1

Mary responds to an ad from a young girl who dreams about worshipping a
woman.
This will be an entirely new start for both of them, if they can find and
develop this special kind of love.

Comments are welcome :  tanrayb@hotmail.com


Chap. 1. -- The turning point

Mary was so nervous she had troubles keeping up with the traffic around her.
It was early afternoon rush, and a lot of aggressive and impatient divers
all over the place. Normally she would be so annoyed about this that her
adrenaline would be like that of a cliffhanger.
But not today. This was a very different day. Possibly a day to turn a new
page in her life. At the very least a new start, that's for sure. She was on
her way to a very important meeting. Very important indeed!
Even much more important than the corporate meetings she frequently
attended, meetings otherwise so important to her career possibilities. But
this was not about career. No statistics this time! This was all about her.
About taking care of her own self.
And who would believe that a woman like her, Mary Gardner, a well- off
redhead just turned thirty-eight, with a good job and now dressed in her
very best suit would be nervous about meeting a 16 year old girl!? Still
almost a child?!
But that was exactly what was up next. When she would just get out of
central downtown and up past Sandy Bay, she would find a discreet place to
park her car at the main mall, and then make the 10-minute walk down to
another, smaller mall. Safety first! Up there on the second floor was a
simple restaurant that normally wasn't very crowded. That was their
rendezvous- point.
She cursed silently -- a hissing `students T!' - when she again got too close
to some car passing by. It was impossible to keep her focus on her driving.
Again and again her thoughts went back to the mails and chats she had shared
with this youngster.
How fast it had all happened, and how afraid she was that she was being kind
of set up, or that it was all too good to be true... Somehow.
She had finally got the nerve to try to sit down and write an Internet
contact ad. An ad where she would tell anybody who wanted to see exactly
what she was looking for. Nothing more; nothing less.
She had started by trying to get an overview of the available sites by
browsing through a lot of other people's ads to get some ideas about how to
formulate her own text.
And that's when she happened to see the little note that she now hoped would
change her life. It was well hidden among a lot of other ones with photos of
varying quality displaying blot- covered faces or bodies.
This one had no photo at all; just a small, but very direct text;


Girl, 16 would like to know one or more
Grown- up ladies for friendship and sex.
I like to give pleasure and make you lay
back and just enjoy.
I fantasize about this a lot, and hope that some woman,
preferably 30 -- 45 would want to make this dream of mine
come true. I hope you won't ever regret.


That was it. Plain and simple...
So, she decided that before she would start to work on her own ad, she would
try to respond to this one. Without any illusions she hacked out a few words
and sent off to the specified email address. This child probably had several
thousand replies already. This was exactly the kind of girl she had been
dreaming of, so she had no illusions about being the only one to harbour
such fantasies.
Actually she never felt she was much of the bisexual type. In the beginning
these fantasies had involved a young boy as her partner. But then again a
boy of that age couldn't know anything about how to worship a mature, female
body without expecting anything in return, so it didn't take very long to
scrap that idea.
On the other hand she didn't consider it much more likely that a girl would
likely put herself in such a position either. Why would such a teenager be
interested in being with a woman that to her must resemble nothing but a
wrinkled granny? She remembered herself how she looked at such women back at
that age.
It wasn't until she started to read about girl's lesbian feelings in women's
magazines that she started to think a little bit differently about it. There
she read about girls having fantasies about known celebrities. Some of them
quite young, but also women much older than themselves.
The most interesting thing, however, was the most boring part -- for most
people; the statistics. A lot of these articles pointed to results of
different kinds of polls, and even a few scientific studies, where those
feelings were described in terms of numbers. Who felt what to whom? How
often? How much? What kind of feelings? Ever tried something? Those kinds of
things
What she could read from this, was that in fact something like 10 -- 15 % of
all declared bisexual girls had fantasies about women significantly older
than themselves. Not because they were older, as such, but because for them
they represented a mature femininity and elegance, which they were extremely
attracted to.
In a country with, say 40 million people, an estimated 10% of the women were
self- aware bisexuals. That was some 2 million women. Of them about 10% were
girls having fantasies about older women. That was 200 000 girls!
In the beginning this thought was more frightening than exciting. She knew
on her own that she would never have the nerve to make anything out of that
discovery.
Not until she got quite drunk with her girlfriend Lorraine one Saturday
night. They were joking and laughing about a good- looking younger man, and
what they would like him to do to them. And then -- just like that -- she
brought up the same thing about a young girl they both knew! Lorraine had
more than hinted that she quite liked girls... on several occasions. And she
had always been very open and direct about such things, at times even a
little bit vulgar for Mary's tastes.
As it was clear to her that her girlfriend actually had had her flings with
some young ones in the past, she really started to give it some serious
thought. If she could do it, why not me too?! It is after all consensual,
sex between adults. No one gets harmed. Quite the contrary. Somebody could
end up being very happy!
On the other hand she was definitely no lesbian in her own eyes. Certainly
not! So anything happening would have to be this special way that she had
considered completely impossible. And that had made her forget the whole
thing for a long while. Almost! Well... actually not at all!

She almost missed the exit off to the mall, and had to swerve her car over
into the exit lane at the sounds of screaming breaks all around her!
Was something like this really able to bring her so totally out of focus?!?
She really thought she had some experience in life by now.
She quickly parked in the huge lot, and started the short walk down to the
other mall. The cold wind helped to cool down her body and mind. Ten minutes
should be just about enough to calm her frayed nerves.

She and Lorraine didn't talk much more about her confession for a long time
after that night. She obviously didn't think of it as a big deal at all. But
for Mary it was an entirely different thing though, a matter of a dream
coming true or not. The thought had been implanted in her mind, and there
was no way she was ever going to be able to get it out again.
But her case was probably hopeless, though! No matter what the statistics
claimed, she still had to go out there and find her little one. And
somewhere deep down she had the feeling that they really didn't exist. Not
really! More than most other people, she knew exactly what you can do with
statistics! After all!
So the discovery that the young girl behind the brave ad really did respond,
- and even quite quickly -- was both exciting as well as frightening.
Frightening because she immediately got the feeling that something about it
wasn't really real - not really - and even because this told her that she
might have done this many years ago, this simple step... - just like that!
Maybe she had wasted a lot of time - possibly many years of her life - by
not taking the step earlier.
There was a whole mixture of irrational feelings from this; realism, hope,
desperation, embarrassment, passion, - and anger... And new hope!
And; maybe she should have taken the time to formulate her own ad anyway.
Instead of rushing directly into this, that is. Instead of throwing herself
head on into the first opportunity that happened to pass by her rather
monotonous life. She had always been the one to evaluate things carefully
before making a decision; the one to check more places and other options;
the one to try to get the best possible basis for a decision.
Until now.
This thing; this dream; this girl. Again, she had to admit, it had her fully
off of balance. Out of control. And it even drove her fully out of her
mind!!

The chilly breeze didn't do much to cool her down. Her heart pounded and her
hands trembled slightly as she hastily approached the mall. Inside she had
to step by a downstairs restroom to check on her makeup and try to
straighten up a bit before she continued to the escalators. She had to force
herself to walk slowly. That way she wouldn't be gasping for breath as she
entered the little restaurant. If she couldn't be as cool and confident as
she normally was, she could at least try not to make a complete fool of
herself. Not because of some girl... some common teenage girl!
Then she could see the door to the restaurant coming up, and she lost all
the rest of the confidence she never actually had! What the hell was wrong
with her?!? Why couldn't she handle a situation like this?!?
She stopped at a CD counter at the opposite side, and tried to get a peek
inside without being noticed. It was still more than two minutes to go, but
she had a sneaky suspicion that the girl was already in there.
As she roamed through the CD's without really seeing anything, she memorized
the dress- code they had agreed on. She was wearing her dark blue business
suit with her copy of the Ball Street Journal all right. Black purse, dark
brown high heeled shoes, and deep red scarf with small, white dots. Bottle-
green blouse. Check! She could see her brown eyes blinking faintly back
through her red- framed glasses as she looked up to check out her hair in
the window reflex in front of her. Quickly she swept a stray lock of her
sleek dark reddish hair behind her ear.
Yes, she looked good! Definitely! And it shouldn't be possible to mix her up
with somebody else in this outfit.
Could she risk that she would scare her off?
The little darling should be wearing very light blue, stonewashed jeans, and
a white tee shirt with the word "Hartley" written across the chest. Dark red
leather boots and matching belt completed the picture of what seemed to be
quite a sporty and smart young babe.

The girl's response had been very promising. In the first mail that dropped
into her inbox she had told her that she really didn't expect any answers at
all. How she had felt that everybody else were much stronger and prettier
than her, and that she wouldn't stand a chance in the competition. From the
composition and the spelling errors Mary felt quite sure that she really was
what she said she was. A nervous young girl with a hot, hot dream! A perfect
match for her own heated fantasies.
But still that creepy feeling kept coming back. What if she wasn't really
real? Nothing had materialized yet... after all. She couldn't quite believe
it, somehow. Not until she had her in front of her, telling her the very
same things that she had written in her emails. Those wonderful words.
Extremely hot words of love and sex and compassion on a level far beyond
anything she had experienced until now. If she had got it right.
Of course it wasn't easy to say exactly how well they had understood each
other. Their first communications had been very vague on what they were
really expecting, and even wishing for in a possible relationship. And as
they continued to write each other, it seemed that they both somehow avoided
getting down to details. Neither of them wanted to be the first one across
the line. Mary found this a little strange, keeping in mind the girl's bold
words in her first ad. To "give pleasure and make you just lay back and
enjoy." Just the thought of that sentence was enough to get her going, get
her red- cheeked and soaking wet!

What the hell! It was no point standing here like some transient idiot.
Being afraid to enter a small restaurant because of a girl that may even
turn out not to be there at all!
She took a deep breath, checked her faint image in the glass once again,
tightened the grasp on her journal and turned towards the entrance. She
straightened her shoulders as she tried to thrust her chest forward, let her
tits fill the bra properly and press firmly against the jacket. Look proud
and confident. Walk with calm, even casual steps. Kind of breeze into the
place. Like a world champion. Like the lady of a young girl's dreams!
Still, as she passed in, looking stiffly right forward, she immediately
caught a glimpse of someone with the matching clothes in the corner of her
eye. Her heart nearly stopped, but somehow she still managed to get over to
a free table close to the desk.
There was absolutely no way she would be able to have a look in the
direction of the individual at the opposite wall! No way! She got seated
without looking too clumsy, and proceeded to unfold and open the paper she
brought along.
The waitress was at her side almost immediately, and she ordered a black
coffee. Strong! Definitely no cream and sugar now!
Her heart hammered in her chest as she let her eyes scan up and down the
front page of the journal. Again she saw nothing except the faint contour of
the same person over at the other side.
She had to get a better grip of herself before she would be able to raise
her eyes and look over at her. She had to calm down. Get on top of this!
By right now it was completely impossible to even take a sip of her coffee.
She knew her hand would shake so much that she probably would spill half of
it. At the very least! So that would have to be the first test of her self-
control; getting a sip of your coffee like a normal, sensible person!
On the other hand she couldn't just continue to sit there reading, without
looking up. Time was up. After all she had come here to see someone!
Anything more than another half minute of reading wouldn't be natural.
No, it was time for the confrontation! Time to raise her eyes and face a
fellow citizen!
She took a few deep breaths as calmly as she could. And then she did it!
She started by looking at her watch, and then let her eyes wander over to
the entrance, before continuing her perusal further along the wall until
they reached their goal. Her!
It was her, all right. And she was looking right back at her! With a soft,
slightly unsure smile. Obviously wondering why she hadn't been looking in
her direction yet. Dammit!!
They stared at each other for a long, breathless moment as the world around
them disappeared. Mary's journal slowly sank down onto the table; almost
tipping over her coffee. The hammering heartbeats almost made it impossible
to even keep her facial expression calm. She felt the pulse create small
ripples in her cheeks and neck, making her feel terribly clumsy. And she was
sure the youngster could see it!
The girl smiled broader, still looking innocently unsure. Mary felt she had
to struggle to kind of break up her stiff expression to smile back. Somehow.
At least something resembling a smile.
That did it. The girl's face melted into its full, warmest smile. A smile so
open and natural that she looked like the perfect angel... like she wasn't
nervous at all! Mary tried her best to return it, but the corners of her
mouth refused to behave naturally and felt totally stiff and cramped. She
had to fake a cough to avoid making a total fool of herself.
As she again looked up, she almost had to cough again, - this time for real
- as she saw the girl getting to her feet. Oh My! She was coming over...
this way!
And then -- just like this angel from above - she was sitting in front of
her, looking right at her, whispering a short, warm "hi". In her right hand
she had her Coke, as they had agreed, and her fingers squeezed the cup
lightly as she alternatively looked down into the table and up into her
eyes.
She was positively gorgeous. Quite tall, with shapy arms and legs. Sleek,
silky, shoulder length, brown silky hair. Almost black eyebrows. Her skin
was so well tanned that her look almost had a touch of Hispanic about it.
The white tee shirt still had a corner of the price- tag sticking out at the
neck. Mary guessed that the girl had bought it especially for the printing
of the `Hartley'- logo in some red- pinkish letters over her chest.
Mary mobilized all her strength to come up with some kind of sensible
response;
"Hi to you too! I've been looking so forward to meet you!" Again her smile
felt stiff as cardboard paper.
But still she felt that it might appear a little bit more humane than her
first attempts.
She knew she was the one that definitely should hold the initiative in their
conversation, and tried to search through her memory for any of the topics
she had planned to pick up on once they had met. The initial phrases she had
thought about. Those relieving, relaxing and confident words that would set
the tone and ease the tension that was bound to be there. Even if they both
should have been Supergirl and her mum!
As the seconds passed and nothing seemed to come to her mind, her sense of
panic grew. She had to come up with something!
"So, dear, now that we have met, would you like to tell me your name?"
Relaxing and confident tone?!? Hah! More like the start of an interrogation.
And even not with the friendly voice she tried to put up.
"The girl got reddened slightly and looked down into the desk for a moment.
Then she looked up and straight into Mary's eyes again.
"My name is Linda," she told her matter of factly. "Linda Verdale".
Mary took a deep breath.
"And I'm Mary Gardner. Original name, don't you think?!?" She tried to back
her attempt on relaxed humor with a small laugh, but again it all felt
rather stiff and unnatural, more like crumpling up a piece of paper!
Another short pause with a new attempt to get on a better track of
conversation. The girl kept looking straight at her, but luckily she was
able to flash her eyelids down when things got embarrassing too.
"And you're really 16!? You look so young, it's almost unbelievable."
The girl's blush deepened. Mary was sure she expected the question, but
probably not at once, in such a straightforward way.
"Well... yes; Uhhh... I'm sixteen in three days, actually..."
"How wonderful! I..."
Again Mary stopped herself before she came up with another cliché- like
remark. Making another attempt to get grip, somehow. Sure in time they would
touch in on the desires she had expressed in her ad, but not just as the
next point on the agenda, like a grey court referee... or a statistician. Not
even when she could do so in a gleeful tone!
In the mean time she had to fill in with some kind of empty talk... before
she got down to the things she was dying to talk about.
A new wave of nervousness came and passed, almost like stings of physical
agony! After a few deep breaths she felt a little better.
"Wonderful! You look beautiful! Lucky me to get to know such a young girl
like you!"
Another rather clumsy expression, but at least the smile didn't feel all
that stiff and unnatural this time. She could even hold it for a moment
without her lips starting to vibrate from tensed exhaustion.
The girl had looked down for a moment, but now her adorable eyes beamed
directly at her again with a shy frankness that seemed to allow her full
view into the deepest recesses of her heart. Made her see that in there was
a warm and gentle person that couldn't have anything but the very best of
intentions. And with whom she could relax completely. Eyes so different from
the eyes of her fellow colleagues and associates, hardened as they were from
their share of experience from everyday life.
This girl was still open to the world. Curious about what it had in store
for her. Still didn't have to face and deal with the challenges of it all.
At least not the hard way...yet.
Somehow she could already sense what kind of impression she made, as one of
the interesting elements coming in from the world out there. The big world
out there. If she would be able to handle things the right way, she could
really make a difference to this youngster. And to herself!
She had to remind herself that the adorable little darling clearly had said
she was a lesbian. So at least quite far over at that side, then. If so, she
could expect her to react on her a little bit the same way as the men did,
couldn't she? Never any problem to get the guys on the hook. She liked to
think that it at least to some extent was her style and taste that
contributed to the attraction. Not only tits and ass! After all she was a
girl. Actually an adorable young lady!!
She was still extremely nervous, but somehow she felt calm enough to touch
in on the things they had talked about -- after all. She was even able to
take a sip of her now lukewarm coffee.
"I must admit I was extraordinary charmed by your little ad... It all seemed
to me to be an impossible dream. And now - all of a sudden - it seems like
it may in fact come through! In this real life!"
The girl's eyes immediately darted down again, and her cheeks got purple
red. Her lips vibrated lightly, but now words came from her.
After a moment Mary collected strength enough to reach out and lift her head
by a gentle finger under the chin. And she managed to do so without shaking!
Will wonders never cease?!?
"Linda.. darling. Look at me!" She was overwhelmed by a heart-warming
feeling of love as their eyes met again.
"I have to know! Do you... you know... do you like me? I mean... like me?"
Another moment of silence. She let go of the girl's cheek.
"Yes... oh yes... I do!" And then "a lot!!"

They sat for a long moment without a word. Without moving. And now they
locked eyes as they absorbed the meaning of what had been said. What that
would actually mean, and the fantastic possibilities that could open for
them.
Mary felt the clumsy nervousness fade still further into the background, and
suddenly a little of her own, confident self surfaced in the back of her
mind to help her along. For the first time! As they were supposed to go the
next step of the way. Actually it was a little surprising. She would have
expected that the significance of their words would have made things even
worse for her.
She discovered she had been holding her breath for almost a minute, and let
it out in a long, trembling sigh.
A person passing behind the girl suddenly kind of woke her up, and brought
her back to this world. She suddenly got aware of the terrible noise in the
room. It reached into her mind almost like a shock, tearing her out of the
magic state she felt they had been in.
A huge kindergarten group had filed in and rumbled down at the tables next
to them. They were accompanied by two young girls that couldn't be much
older than them, and didn't have the slightest control on the cheering
horde.
Of course, it was still early afternoon, and children were out to learn
about the realities of this world. The same reality that they would use a
lot of their time to try to get away from when they grew up, she thought to
herself. Just as she was doing right now? Seeking a new life, somehow... a
different world? Something that would allow her to break out of the monotony
of everyday life, and find a new meaning... maybe even the utopia called
happiness?!?
That certainly was what she was searching for, and maybe young Linda too?

Could she really find happiness with a youngster like this one? And what
would such a life be like?
She shivered lightly. Actually that was nothing but a blue utopia too!
Couldn't be!
What would the little darling's parents say? Of course they wouldn't accept
something like this. The girl could be her daughter, for student's sake! It
would be totally unacceptable even if she had been a man!
But then again... what did she need to be happy... really?? Come to think of it,
the girl was actually looking for a sexual experience, someone to take and
embrace the love and tenderness that she dreamed so much about giving!
Could it be that she could continue her life and see if destiny really had a
partner of the opposite sex up the sleeve for her? And experiment with her
fantasies and emotions with a girl like this... as she went along? Wasn't that
exactly what she could do in an extraordinary relationship like this? If it
would materialize!
She had been thinking this over and over again, but now it was suddenly all
under her skin! Embracing her heart, rocking her mind. Like she still hadn't
even considered it at all.
She met the girl's eyes again. Dark and blue and wonderful.
"Do you think that we... could.. I mean... do something?!?"
Again a hopeless question! It just fell out of her. How could she be so
extremely clumsy? Ignorant?!?
But again the youngster was the one to handle the situation best. No doubt
she had been preparing well for their first meeting. The girl took Mary's
hand in both her own, and caressed it gently as she looked down for a moment
to take a deep breath. Then the eyelids flicked up at her again.
"Yes! Yes... I think we can, Miss. I... I'd love to... Really!! More than
anything!"
Silence. Heavy heartbeats. Moist, sparkling eyes. Lightly shaking hands.
Wild, dark dreams. Love and compassion. And desire!
Mary felt more sure than ever. This was the beginning of something great...