Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2011 20:06:55 -0400
From: Barry Gold <barry.gold69@gmail.com>
Subject: Magic Part 1

Sarah & Allison
Magic


Part I


It was approaching their six-month anniversary when Sarah handed Allison an
envelope after school. "What's this, Love?"

"Open it and find out," Sarah smirked.

The outside of the envelope read, "Ms. Allison White."  Allison looked at
Sarah, whose face was carefully neutral. Slipping a finger under the flap,
she opened the envelope and drew out the contents. Inside was an ivory
colored card, embossed. It read:


Invitation



"Are you serious?" Sarah drew Allison's face down and kissed her.

"As a crutch. Mom and Dad have been going for years. I usually don't go
because there aren't many young people in attendance. This year I want to
go with you. I want to show you off."

"Are you serious? I heard that it is the most exclusive event of the whole
year."

"I'll have to remember how easy it was to get you blathering. Yes, I'm
serious. Do you want to go?"

"Yes."

"You're sure? You realize it means dress shopping, and beauty parlors, and
rich food, and staying overnight at the hotel, and the waltz, and showing
off for all the movers and shakers in town?"

"Wait a minute. You said stay overnight?"

"Mom and Dad have already booked a suite. They don't want to have to worry
about driving home after the party. One bedroom for them and one for us. We
might have to put in a token appearance, but Mom said they would probably
'retire' early."

"I'm definitely in. Let's go ask my mom." Allison tipped Sarah's chin up
and kissed her back.

Allison's mom was in the kitchen when the girls got home. "Mom," Allison
squealed with delight. "Sarah and her parents are going to the Valentine's
Day Gala and they've invited me. Can I go?"

Without missing a beat or turning around, "I don't know. Do you have the
ability?"

"Moommmmm! You know what I mean."

"Then say what you mean."

Allison rolled her eyes upwards, "May I go to the Gala with Sarah and the
Blacks?"

Sarah thought, "(They've had this conversation before.)" Her parents had
done it to her too.

"Actually, Sarah's parents gave me a heads-up. Yes, you may go to the Gala
and stay overnight. And, before you ask, yes, you may borrow my pearl
necklace. Have fun and take lots of pictures."

Allison squealed again and hugged her mom around her neck, "Thanks, mom."
She grabbed Sarah's hand and ran upstairs. Closing her bedroom door, she
cupped Sarah's face, pulled her close, and kissed her, deeply,
passionately, completely, tongues dueling. The kiss grew longer.

Breaking away, "You're welcome. Are you up for dress shopping tomorrow?"

"You bet. What kind of dancing will there be? I'm not too good at slow
dancing."

"Mom said mostly waltz and fox trot."

"I need to brush up. Can you show me?"

"I think something can be arranged. Now will you kiss me, I'm feeling
neglected over here."

"I think something can be arranged." Allison sat on the edge of the
bed. Pulling Sarah in, Allison drew her lips down and kissed her
again. Continuing to kiss her lover, Allison unbuttoned Sarah's
blouse. Continuing down her neck, between the folds of her blouse to her
bra, Allison lifted one breast out of its cup, then the other one.

Tonguing one nipple to erection while using her palm on the other, Allison
switched back and forth several times. Sometimes she pushed Sarah's breasts
together so she could kiss both nipples at the same time. Sarah hugged
Allison's face to her bosom, reveling in the feelings. Inhaling most of one
tit, Allison used her tongue to wet the surface while unfastening Sarah's
jeans, pushing them and her panties down to her knees.

Sarah freed one leg and pushed Allison back onto the bed. Climbing atop and
settling into a '69' position, Sarah pulled up Allison's uniform skirt and
pushed her panties down. Since they were at Allison's house and it was
almost time for dinner, fun would have to be fast and quiet. Sarah inserted
a finger in Allison's pussy at the same time she bit down on her clit,
trilling it with her tongue. Allison started on Sarah's clit at the same
time.

Inserting a second finger into her pussy and slipping one past her rosette
drove Allison over the edge. Moaning into Sarah's pussy to cover her
orgasm, she triggered Sarah's. The girls were recovering when Allison's mom
knocked on the bedroom door, "Dinner's almost ready. Is Sarah staying?"

Sarah answered, "No, Mrs. White, thanks anyway. I need to get home myself."

"OK. Allison, I need the table set, pronto."

"Yes, Mom."

As she dressed, Sarah turned to Allison, "I'll tell my parents that you're
going. ...See you tomorrow."

"You bet, love. Thanks for everything. Tell my mom I'll be down as soon as
I change, please."

"Talk to ya later." Sarah planted a juicy kiss on Allison's nipple before
turning to leave.

-ooooo-

The next afternoon, the girls and moms entered Barentano's Formals to shop
for ball gowns. A young lady approached the group, "Good afternoon,
Dr. Black. How can we help you today?"

"Good afternoon yourself, Patricia. This is Mrs. White and her daughter,
Allison. And you know my daughter, Sarah."

"Ladies. My name is Patricia Coe. I have helped Dr. Black in the past and
it will be my pleasure to help you today."

Sarah asked, "Do you, by chance, have a sister, Marsha?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. She's the lead salesperson at Mailor's in the
Four Seasons."

"She helped us with a purchase a few months ago."

"I know. She told me about your visit. Are you enjoying the waist chain?"

Sarah was a little embarrassed. The chain was a very intimate piece of
jewelry and she was afraid her mom would think it was too much. That was
why she hadn't modeled it for them. "Yes, very much."

Both moms smiled. While Sarah had not modeled the chain for them, Allison
had asked them about it before they went shopping. Sarah's mom told her
about the jewelry shop at the Four Seasons and called ahead to set up the
visit. "Don't worry about it, honey. We've both seen the chain and think it
is very beautiful."

Sarah gave Allison one of those, "(We'll talk about this later, you're in
trouble)" looks. Allison gave her a Cheshire Cat grin in return.

"Patricia, the girls are going with us to the Renaissance Foundation Gala
this year. They are going to need gowns, gloves, and accessories. The whole
package."

"I understand. Why don't you and Mrs. White have a seat while I get started
with the young ladies?"

"They are in your hands, Patricia. Work your magic."

The moms chatted while the girls started trying on dresses. There was a
parade of strapless, spaghetti straps, halter-top, single strap, all
styles. The same styles in different colors.

"How long have you been coming here?"

"I came here before the first time we attended the Gala, before Sarah was
born. I was so impressed with the service and the quality that I kept
coming back. Patricia started helping me right after she started here and I
always ask for her whenever I come in. She introduced me to her sister,
Marsha, for my jewelry needs. I like to reward good service and Patricia
has given me very good service."

Just then, a vision appeared in front of the two moms. Sarah was wearing a
white strapless gown with a lace appliqué. The white stole had a red lining
that completed the ensemble. She was radiant. The only thing the moms could
say was, "Wow! That one's a keeper." Sarah's mom reflected on how much she
had blossomed in the months she'd been with Allison.

Being a cheerleader, Sarah was naturally outgoing. What her mom had noticed
was a quiet confidence, a 'comfortableness' with who she was and what she
wanted. The girls were not only lovers, they were best friends too. In a
very short time, they had figured out how to put each other on a pedestal
and still treat each other with trust, caring, and mutual respect. They had
already learned that they could be apart without being
diminished. Something some people never learned.

She had observed them being passionate and just hanging out. What was
amazing was that she had seen or heard each of the girls in the throes of
orgasm, yet, it was far more likely that she would find them napping in the
Jacuzzi, spooning on the bed, doing their homework, discussing the merits
of the latest movie, music group, clothing fad, etc. The girls' grades,
while already good, had improved. Their favorite activity seemed to be
kissing.

While the moms chatted, the girls were having fun. What normal teenage girl
doesn't enjoy clothes shopping? Armed with a couple of choices each, they
took over one of the dressing rooms. Quickly getting down to just their
panties, they tried on their first choices. Patricia came and went, bring
in new choices and picking up discarded ones. Occasionally, they would show
one to their moms for approval. While they were changing, the odd nipple
would be tongued or touched, maybe a pussy received a gentle caress, and
lots of kissing.

Patricia brought in a midnight blue colored gown. When Allison finished
slipping it on, both Patricia and Sarah said at the same time, "That one!"

Allison smiled, "Time to see if the 'rents agree," and passed through the
curtain.

Sarah's mom just smiled while Allison's mom said, "Oh, my," at the
statuesque beauty standing before them. One shoulder covered and one not,
the color complemented her hair. Even a modest heel would only heighten the
effect. Add long gloves and pearls and you would have a perfect
picture. Sarah came out to stand beside Allison. The sight was
breathtaking. "It seems we have our choices. How do you feel, girls?"

"Very beautiful..."

"...Thanks, Mom."

"Our pleasure. It isn't often we get to be in the company of two such
lovely young ladies. But we're not done yet. You still have to find gloves,
shoes, purses. And we haven't had a chance yet, either."

Hours later, the ladies left the shop with dress bags, shoeboxes, and other
sundry bags. The moms shook their heads. Sarah and Allison were so excited
that it was unlikely they would taste dinner. After depositing the bags in
the car, each girl gave both moms a big hug.

"May Allison sleep over the next couple of days? We need to brush up on our
ballroom dancing."

"We anticipated your request and as long as your homework is done and
checked, that's fine. Your dad might be willing to help with the dance
lessons." The moms got another hug. "I don't know about you, but all this
power shopping makes me hungry. Let's eat." The girls whooped and piled
into the back seat.

 Both dads were at Sarah's when the ladies got home. So, of course, all the
new purchases had to be modeled. There was an appropriate amount of
"OOOh's" and "Ahhh's" as each new purchase was unveiled. Everything came to
a stop, though, when the girls' gowns came out. Dads love to think of their
daughters as 'my little girl'. Even though they would always continue to
think of them that way, it was obvious, when confronted with the two
beautiful young ladies before them, that they were little girls no
longer. Sarah's mom had to model her new gown too.

Sarah had changed back into shorts and a t-shirt when she plunked down on
her dad's lap. "Dad, I need to brush up on my ballroom dancing and Allison
needs some lessons. Mom thought you might be willing to help us out."

"I think something can be worked out, punkin. Why don't you review with
Allison and I'll do the final polish. Ok?"

"Thanks, Daddy."

Allison and her parents were loaded up. "I'll come back after dinner." Her
dad was already out the door when they kissed.

"That's fine. We'll start the dance lessons tonight. See you later."

-ooooo-

Sarah's idea for a first dance lesson when Allison returned was to watch a
movie. The girls were dressed in long t-shirts, spooning on the bed, when
Sarah hit play on the remote. Even though they were in the clothing
optional part of the house, the girls didn't always take advantage of
it. Sometimes it just made sense to dress. Even though they supported the
relationship, Sarah and Allison were reluctant to embarrass Sarah's parents
should they happen to walk in on them. Besides, it was just as much fun to
undress your lover, as it was to make love with them.

The opening credits for "Strictly Ballroom" came up. An Australian import
that reminded them of "Dirty Dancing." The opening scene was a number of
couples, dressed to the nines, competing in a ballroom dancing contest. The
idea was to hear the music and see the couples dancing to it. As the movie
went on, Sarah felt Allison's hand on her hip. It was as if she was trying
to subtly direct her as the people in the movie were doing.

After the movie, the girls were tired and decided to go to sleep. The next
day would be busy if they were going to get their homework done and dancing
lessons too. They got up to say good night to Sarah's mom and dad. They
closed the bedroom door and shucked their t-shirts. Sarah and Allison
spooned under the covers, kissing gently until they fell asleep, dreaming
of gowns and galas.

-ooooo-

Sarah woke up to find one of Allison's hands kneading her breast. The other
hand had two fingers buried deeply in her channel with the thumb gently
caressing her clit. Allison's lips nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her
earlobe. It was hard to tell if Allison was asleep and dreaming or if she
just wanted to take her time getting Sarah off. Enjoying the sensations
Allison was creating within her, Sarah snuggled in closer and let Allison
have her way. Just before falling asleep again, an orgasm washed over
her. Nothing explosive, just a pleasant tingling that spread from her head
to her toes. Very quietly, Sarah said, "O, my! I love you." She felt a hug
in answer.

-ooooo-

Sarah woke again to find one of Allison's hands still cupping her breast
and a finger of the other hand still buried in her pussy. As much as she
liked the sensations, Sarah had to pee. Wiggling back against Allison, "I
don't know about you, but I need to talk to Mother Nature." Allison unwound
herself by way of an answer. After being filled for so long, Sarah felt a
definite sense of emptiness. Face to face when they got back into bed,
Sarah scooted down a little so her mouth ended up next to one of Allison's
nipples. Hugging closer, Allison's chin resting atop her head, she started
sucking on it.

"Hey there, munchkin. Wha'cha starting down there?"

"Munchkin? Aren't you the one ravishing innocent maidens in this bed a few
minutes ago?"

"Who said she was innocent?" This precipitated an all-out tickle war. The
girls rolled around. Attacking, at various times, flank, breast, underarm,
nape of the neck, belly button, foot. They were laughing so hard that they
didn't notice that they'd gotten wrapped up in the covers. One time they
rolled too close to the edge of the bed and went over. It wasn't far to the
floor but the girls landed with a thump that was surely heard all over the
house. Sarah ended up on top and hugged Allison close, wrapping her arms
and legs tightly around her. It was hard to kiss Allison and laugh at the
same time.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, "Sarah, Allison? Are you ok? We
heard a thump."

Both girls tried to talk at the same time. "Fine, Mom...The munchkin was
starting something she couldn't finish...We fell off the bed... She was
ravishing innocent young maidens..." And laughing at the same time.

Sarah's mom replied, chuckling herself, "As long as no one's hurt. Try to
play a little nicer; I'm not sure the house can take much more
punishment. Good night."

"G'nite."

"Let's get back into bed, munchkin."

"I don't know about you, ravisher, but I'm comfortable just where I am."
Sarah reached up, pulled down a pillow, and put it under Allison's
head. Hugging her close again, Sarah started some ravishing of her own on
Allison's neck. After her neck and ears were sufficiently ravished, Sarah
moved down to ravish Allison's nipples and breasts.

"Ow. Maybe we should change your name to runchkin? A little gentler please,
Missy."

"Runchkin?" between chuckles.

"Yea, ravishing munchkin."

"Sounds good to me." Pausing briefly at Allison's belly button, Sarah
reached her target, the junction of Allison's thighs. Nibbling up to
Allison's labia, Sarah took each one between her teeth, pulling gently
until she heard a 'Yeeep' from above. Using her tongue, Sarah traced every
nuance of Allison's inner and outer lips from bottom to top, not touching
her clit. She took Allison right to the edge of climax by tonguing her clit
and gently raking it between her teeth. "Now how do you suppose mom knew
about my chain?"

Allison got out between gasps of pleasure and pleas to let her come, "I
don't know. She recommended the jewelry store, which was ok since I had
planned to take you to the restaurant anyway. We talked about the choices,
but they thought you would like the anklet. You know moms; they see-all,
hear-all, and know-all, even if you think they don't. They see us naked all
the time. So, even though you haven't modeled it for them, they've probably
seen it more than once."

"You may be right." Sarah inserted two fingers of one hand into Allison's
pussy and drummed on her G-spot. Her other hand combed through Allison's
pubic hair. Allison was so close that a second climax was right behind the
first, followed by a third and fourth. She had to scream into her pillow to
keep from waking up the house. Sarah slid up and kissed her, feeling
Allison tremble. Sarah pulled a blanket over them, buried her face in
Allison's neck, hugged her close, and went back to sleep.


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