Date: Thu, 06 Nov 2003 16:02:31 -0500
From: Regina A <aagina@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Week in the Life (FF, FFF, Voy)

By Gina Regetti (Comments welcome. Aagina@hotmail.com)

I feel like such a fink for doing this to my own daughter, but I guess I've
just heard one too many horror stories. I'm not about to let my little girl
fall prey to some Internet stalker.

Well, all right, truth to be told she isn't so little anymore. Paula just
turned 16, and she's blossomed into a very attractive young lady, with
beautiful wavy golden-red hair. I know that she spends a lot of time
online, IM-ing her friends and hanging out in chat rooms. I also know that
she has a good head on her shoulders, and wouldn't do anything that would
knowingly put herself at risk, but the fiends that lurk out there on the
Web are very clever about luring sweet young things into their clutches. I
comfort myself that I am just trying to protect her.

That explains how I find myself standing in her room trying to work my way
through the instructions from the computer spy store. I've already
installed software on her computer, and now I'm trying to set up a hidden
spy cam in the corner of the room.

"Mostly people use this kind of equipment to catch their husbands," the
woman at the store had told me. "But we do get some parents in here too."

That makes me feel a little better. The program is supposed to be one of
the best. The spy cam should allow me to monitor her room even from my
office, seeing whatever she's up to, while the software captures all kinds
of stuff from the computer, like chats, e-mail, IMs, the whole bit.

The next day, I check my e-mail. The report from the snooper software is
there, but it doesn't contain much. I had no idea that teenagers could
spend so many hours talking about such inane stuff! I make a mental note to
talk to her about how much she is IM-ing at night. (I can do it in a way
that she won't know I'm snooping on her.)

But while I'm reading the report, another e-mail came in. This one is an
alert that the webcam has been activated by movement in my daughter's
room. I try to get the viewing software running so I can take a peek. I
don't really expect to see anything going on, just Paula doing her
homework, most likely, or hanging out after school. I fumble around, but I
can't get it to load properly. Twice the program crashes, and then my
entire system locks up. I read the manual again, realize I've forgotten to
reboot after installing. Oh well...

While I'm waiting I make a quick phone call to one of my clients and we
chat for a few minutes. My back is to the computer, but I can hear it
coming on behind me. Finally, I got done with my call and spin back
around...and my jaw drops.

The image filling the screen is surprisingly sharp, and what it shows makes
me gasp in disbelief. My precious Paula is on her bed, stark naked,
straddling someone's face. All I can see is the top of the person's head,
but it's clear that, whoever it is, is eating Paula's pussy. Paula's face
is aglow, and she appears to be in ecstasy. I stare as she pulls and
pinches on her own hard nipples and grinds her pussy slowly on the person
beneath her.

Suddenly I realize where I am and what I'm doing. I bolt over to shut and
lock the door. If someone sees what I'm up to, it would be hard to explain,
especially on company time. Trembling, I make my way back to my chair. Who
is this person with her? I've never even heard her mention a boyfriend! Yet
here she is having sex in my house. It's my worst nightmare. God, I hope
she has the sense to practice safe sex, I silently pray, then feel my
cheeks turning red as I realize the absurdity of what I'm thinking. Oh,
what should I do? Should I call home? Interrupt what's going on even at the
risk of admitting my spying activities?

I reach for the phone, but just at that moment Paula drops down onto her
elbows as the person moves out from under her. In a moment I'll know who it
is. Am I in for a shock!

Appearing above Paula's sweaty behind is the grinning face of Jenna, her
closest friend, someone who is almost like a second daughter to me—the
daughter of Pam, my closest friend. She's laughing and talking (there's no
sound on this system) and her face shines with juice...the pussy juice of
my own daughter!

This is crazy, absurd! What on earth is going on here? I feel like
everything I know or love is suddenly crumbling all around me. My head
spins, and I feel myself getting faint.

How could I have been so blind to this?

I sink back into my chair and try to gather myself. Ten deep
breaths. Better.

I look back on the screen and the two of them are cuddling, kissing, and I
feel my heart leap in my chest. What is so bad about this, I think. I
really shouldn't be so surprised anyway, and I'm certainly happier seeing
Paula with another girl than I would be if she was having sex with some
boy.

I wonder if, subconsciously, I've been giving off some kind of vibes that
Paula has picked up on. After all, isn't that the main reason why Rick left
me, because what I thought was bisexuality turned out to be something much
deeper than that? I can still bring back that moment from five years ago
when he finally found out, coming back unexpectedly from a business trip,
only to find Alexa Danforth and me in bed together, naked and sweaty, with
her perched prettily on top of my mouth, making that squealing noise she
always made when she came. God, that used to drive me crazy hearing her do
that... I smile wistfully, missing Alexa all over again. We still keep in
touch, but she moved away the next year. Since then, my sex life has been a
bit of a joke, just a few desperate flings with women I hooked up with
online and at a local lezzie bar. Suddenly I feel very lonely.

And all this time, trying to raise Paula to make her own choices. Which she
seems to have done. I look back at the screen, watching as Jenna spreads
her legs open to reveal her closely trimmed pussy. Paula slides down
between her legs and begins to use her tongue on her friend. They look so
comfortable with each other, so happy. So...erotic.

With a shudder, I realize that I am getting really aroused watching the two
of them. I can feel my own nipples hardening as I stare at Jenna's puffy
ones. She begins rolling her right nipple between her thumb and
forefinger. Her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips, and I find mine doing
the same. I glance at the door, gauging my chances of being
interrupted. Slim, I think. Slowly, my fingers trembling, I unbutton my
blouse down to my navel, then reach up and ease down the cups of my bra so
that my nipples are exposed. I'm panting a bit as I wet my fingers, then
begin swirling them around on the tips of my nipples. A moan sneaks out. I
can't believe how turned on I am, watching my own daughter and my friend
have sex, but something about the illicitness is exciting me even more than
the simple act itself. It feels kinky, forbidden. On the screen Paula has
her hands on Jenna's thighs, and she is pushing them apart forcefully and
jamming her face into her pussy. Jenna is doing what she can to help,
humping her butt off the bed to meet her lover's tongue. I reach down and
hike up my black skirt. I can feel my panties are already wet. My sweaty
bottom squeaks on the leather of my chair, and I find myself smirking. I
have just the thing. I reach into my bottom drawer, and pull out a rumpled
towel. (Every now and then I take a little finger break at work, though I
haven't done it in quite a while.) I work quickly now, my body taking
over. I smooth the towel out on my seat, stand up, and pull down my hose
and panties. They cling wetly to my pussy lips for a moment, and I rub
myself a bit before sinking back down. I'm so horny now, I feel I can cum
at any moment.

Paula is fingerfucking Jenna now, her lips clamped onto her clit while she
slides three fingers rapidly in and out of her wet pussy. Jenna's head is
thrown back and she looks like she is screaming. I begin rubbing my pussy
hard and fast. I'm close...so close...

Three sharp raps on my door and all hell breaks loose. In a panic, I call
out, "Just a second! I'm on the phone!" Hoping whoever it is will go away,
but I can see their shadow under the transom. I haul up my clothes and
frantically button my blouse, trying to make my wet, sticky fingers
cooperate. No time to shut off the computer properly. I reach down and shut
off the off switch by hand, then lunge for the door.

It's Kathy, my no-nonsense boss, standing there impatiently. She walks in
without a word, looking around suspiciously. I am trying to ignore my
burning face, and hoping against hope that the smell of ripe pussy is not
as obvious as it seems to me. She looks around for a moment, seems about to
say something, then closes her mouth. She hands me a stack of papers.

"Can you look these over, and get them back to me in the morning? I have a
10 o'clock with Peterman."

"O-of course," I stammer.

"Good girl," Kathy says, almost sneeringly. She starts to walk out the door
and then pauses and turns. "I don't know what you were doing in here,
Carol, but I have a feeling that it was not work-related. You've been doing
good work up to now. Don't disappoint me. And please keep this door
unlocked from now on." Then she leaves, without giving me even an
opportunity to respond. Not that I think I would have come up with anything
useful to say. I feel chastened. And scared enough that I don't dare
hooking up the webcam again.

***************

When I get home that night, Paula has dinner on the table, some nice baked
chicken breasts, a salad, and some fresh beans. She is positively glowing,
and I wonder what she would say if I reveal that I know why. But I keep my
thoughts to myself, letting her pour me a glass of wine and listening to
her chatter about her day.

"What did you do after school?" I ask idly, though I glance at her to see
her reaction. She doesn't skip a beat.

"Oh, Jenna came over and we did some homework together." Um-hmm, I think to
myself. Biology? Or Chemistry?

"Oh, really?" I say instead. "I've been thinking about inviting Jenna and
her mom over to a barbecue this weekend and to use our pool. Maybe we could
even have them stay overnight. What do you think?" Is this really coming
out of my mouth? Has my brain gone haywire?

"That would be AWESOME!" Paula shouts, and hugs me. "Jenna can sleep in my
room!" Yeah, I think, and probably in your bed. But I just smile, and we
sit down to eat.

I wake up in the middle of the night, my nightie sticking to the sheets. I
feel damp between my legs, and with a start I realize that I'd been having
an erotic dream. With a shudder, I lie there recalling it. I had been
replaying the scene from the afternoon, only this time I wasn't just
watching. I was participating. Paula had been sucking on my left tit, Jenna
on my right, and both the girls were fingering my wet pussy. I reached down
now and began fingering it. God, I am wet, I think, and I begin making up
for the frustration that has been building all day, ever since my aborted
climax in the afternoon. I soon let my fantasies run wild, and by the end,
the two girls are locked in a sweaty 69 next to me while Kathy humps me
madly with a strap-on. I have two tremendous climaxes that leave me
breathless and sweaty.

Afterwards, I am so aroused I can't sleep, and I get up and work my way
through Kathy's reports. By then, it's almost 5:30 and there's no point in
going back to bed. On a whim, I do something that I haven't done in months,
switching on the Quickcam perched on top of the computer. I move my mouse
over a tiny icon, doubleclick it, and my screen fills with tiny squares,
most of them showing the faces of people like me. One of them, in fact, is
me and the rest are people trolling for a webcam partner.

When I first bought my webcam, I was like a kid in a candy store, and I
spent many nights camming with other women, even the occasional couple. At
first, I was very wary about the whole thing, reluctant to do too much. But
I quickly realized that if I hooked up cam to cam with someone else, it was
all pretty anonymous. And sometimes it was sexy as hell. I'd had some
pretty wild sessions with others. Gradually, though, I'd felt more and more
uncomfortable—dirty even—about doing that kind of thing online.

I look closer. Most of the squares are filled with men, some of them
wanking on camera. There's something pathetic about the sight of these
lonely souls doing this for just anyone who cares to see, and I feel a kind
of wave of self-revulsion sweep over me. Is what I am thinking of doing all
that different? I almost shut down the program. But just as my hand
twitches on the mouse, a few new squares open up. One of them catches my
eye instantly, a dark-haired woman about my age, wearing a white robe. I
watch her for a moment, see her eyes looking intently at the camera, no
doubt scanning the squares just as I am. There is almost an illusion that
are eyes meet, but I know the chances she is looking at me are remote. I
see her glance down. Typing, perhaps?

Then I almost jump, because a line of type appears in the chat box.

Mary38:> Hello?

I look at the square, see the tag below it. It's her!

CarolCam20:> Hi...

There's a brief pause. These first moments are always awkward. I wait
anxiously.

Mary38:>What are you looking for?

Hmm, I think. The direct approach. Oh well...here goes.

CarolCam20:>Someone to cam with.

Mary38:>Someone like me?

I smile and look at her square, see that she is smiling too.

CarolCam20:>Someone exactly like you.

It only takes a few seconds for us to exit the main room and hook up
privately, cam to cam. I turn off my self-viewer and expand her square on
the screen.

CarolCam20:>You're lovely, Mary.

Mary38:>I was just about to say the same thing about you, Carol. Your real
name?

CarolCam20:>Yes.

Mary38:>Me too. Scoot back a bit. Let me see more of you.

I slide the chair back. I can feel my nipples poking out against the thin
cotton of my nightshirt. On a whim, I reach up and pull on them.

Mary38:>Mmmm. That looks nice. But I wish I was doing it.

I scoot back in.

CarolCam20:>Me too.

On the screen I see the vee at the top of her robe suddenly expanding, and
realize that she is opening her robe. It falls open, and her bare breasts
bob in front of my wide eyes. Her nipples are large and puffy, my favorite
kind. She wets her finger with her tongue, and I watch as she slowly traces
the wet digit around the tip of her right nipple. I find myself wetting my
own lips.

Mary38:>Now you.

With only a slight hesitation, I reach down and catch the hem of my
nightshirt, pulling it smoothly up and over my head. My own tits catch
slightly in the material, then release, swaying. It feels delicious to be
naked, and a new surge of desire rushes through me. I can tell already that
this is going to be good.

Mary38:>God, you are gorgeous, hon. Play with those tits for me. Can you
lick them?

I nod, suddenly eager to please her in any way I can. I lift my right tit
and let my tongue tease the nipple, then do the same to my left one.

Mary38:>That is hot. I love it. I wish I could do that but mine aren't
quite big enough.

CarolCam20:>Your tits are perfect though. I love your nipples. Would love
to suck on them...

Mary38:>Oh hon, I would love that! Where do you live?

For a second, my little warning alarm flashes, but I mentally turn it off.

CarolCam20:>Outside Washington, D.C.

Mary38:>No kidding? I am in Falls Church!!!

CarolCam20:>Alexandria!!!

This is the first time I have ever cammed with anyone this close. She must
be about 10 miles away.

Mary38:>Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

CarolCam20:>Umm...maybe? lol

Mary38:>We need to talk more...but first things first. Right now we need to
get busy.

I stare at the screen and watch as she stands up, shrugging off the
robe. Her face is above the viewer now, but her trimmed pussy is perfectly
framed. Again, my tongue sneaks out to lick my lips as she spreads herself
for me, opening her lips with her fingers so I can see the pink wetness
inside. I reach down and start playing with myself as I watch, then roll
the chair back slightly so she can see me. She sits again, spreading her
legs up onto the arms of her chair, and for a few minutes we just watch
each other, and rub ourselves. I am really wet.

Mary38:>Do you like using toys?

I nod, and we each go off to get our favorites. I glance at the
clock. Almost time for Paula to wake up. I feel a sudden sense of urgency.

CarolCam20:>I didn't realize how late it is getting. I only have a few more
minutes.

Mary38:>Time enough, though. Right?

I nod, and we each start using our vibes. I watch as Mary moves hers
expertly over her clit, then lets it play up and down her wet slit. I try
to match her motions with mine, and almost simultaneously we find our holes
and shove them inside. When she pulls hers out I can see the shine from her
juices. She's close, and I am too.

Mary38:>Now rub your clitty for me and we'll cum together.

I follow her instructions, starting slowly, then moving faster and
faster. My fingers are flying now, and Mary's are a blur. I love looking at
her eyes as her mouth falls open and she starts to cum. Like looking into a
mirror, as I feel my own climax washes over me.

Mary38:>God...nice one.

CarolCam20:>It's been awhile.

Mary38:>Really? That's hard to believe. Not seeing anyone?

CarolCam20:>No. Not for awhile. Listen, I have to go, but this has been
lovely. How can we keep in touch?

Mary38:>Easy as pie, hon. I'll give you my cell and e-mail.

I copy them down, and we say our goodbyes.

It's only when I get up to head into the shower that I hear the telltale
creak of floorboards in the hall. I was being spied on.

*********************

In the shower, water coursing down my body, I have time to gather my
thoughts. So she was watching me. That makes us even. But I can't help
wondering what she is thinking, watching her mom get off like that with a
complete stranger. How much did she see, I wonder.

I finally decide to just pretend she didn't see me, unless she says
something. Which she doesn't, even on the drive to her bus stop.

"'Bye, Mom!" she says, as she climbs out of the car. "I'm going to stop
over at Jenna's after school to do homework." She says it like a statement,
not like she's asking, and is off before I can even respond. It doesn't
take much imagination to figure what they'll be doing.

Five minutes later I'm mired in traffic, but feeling strangely peaceful. I
decide to put the time to good use, and dig out my cellphone.

"Pam? It's Carol."

"Carol! God, it's great to hear from you. Here our daughters are together
every day, and we hardly ever see each other."

I almost say something, but bite my tongue. I do want to talk to her about
Paula and Jenna but now doesn't seem like the right time. "Listen, Pam. I
was wondering if you and Jenna wanted to come over on Friday for a
cookout. It's supposed to be a beautiful day and I thought we could use the
pool...maybe even have you stay overnight, if you're game."

"That sounds lovely! A mini-vacation. That's a great idea. I know I don't
have to check with Jenna. She loves spending time with Paula. In fact,
they're coming over today to do homework. I was going to have Paula stay
for dinner if that's okay with you."

"Sure, that's fine." Again, I bite my tongue. "I'll plan on seeing you
around 6ish on Friday,then?"

"Sounds great. Can't wait, hon."

I hang up. More waiting in traffic. My fingers drum on the wheel. I glance
over at the phone again. Pick it up and dial from the paper I stuffed in my
purse.

"Hello?"

"Is this Mary?"

"Yes? Who is this?"

"It's Carol. From, um, from this morning?"

"Oh my gosh! Carol! Hello! I didn't expect to hear from you this soon. I
was just getting ready to leave the house."

"Well, if now is a bad time, I can..."

"No, not at all. It's great to hear your voice. It's just like I imagined
it would be."

I laugh nervously. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"It's been awhile for too, Carol."

There's a silence for a few moments. We both know what comes next.

"I think I have to see you," I hear myself saying.

"I was hoping you would say that. When?" I can hear the desire in her
voice.

"Tonight?" Quickly, I tell her about my daughter, and about my unexpected
window of opportunity that evening.

"I'll make us dinner, love. But we may want to start with dessert."

"You're making me wet, Mary. Again." And we both giggle. I feel like a
naughty schoolgirl.

********************

It's a long, impossible day at work, and Kathy seems hell-bent on playing
boss bitch with me. But I behave myself, and by the end of the day even
earn a grudging compliment from her. She even lets me go early!

I look again at the directions that Mary e-mailed me. Looks easy enough,
although again traffic is a nightmare. But finally, I reach the exit on 66
and make my way to her street. I look around as I pull up in front of her
house. A nice area. Quickly, I check my makeup. I wish I put something
sexier on that morning; I've got on gray slacks and a white
blouse. Certainly nothing special. But I have a strong suspicion that I
won't be wearing clothes for long.

I try not to run up the walkway, and ring the bell. In seconds, I see
Mary's face peeking through the side window, and then she's opening the
door. I catch a glimpse of the short, floral-pattern kimono she's wearing,
but then she pulls me inside and we are kissing. It's a very wet kiss, and
it goes on for awhile. I finally pull shakily away, gaze into her grinning
face. Then she leans forward and kisses me again, and I yield to her
completely. I feel her fingers fumbling at the button on my slacks, then
the zipper descends and her hands are pushing down the front of my
panties. Her fingers find my wet slit and begin to frig me furiously.

"Ooooohhhhhhh," comes from my throat, or something to that effect. It's
been way too long since someone did this to me and she knows just where to
touch. I look at her and she's grinning.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. Just let it go. I can tell you want
to. Just let it cum. We'll take things slow after that."

I realize that I've been holding back, not wanting to be selfish in my
pleasure, but Mary's given me the permission I need. I lean against her for
support, spreading my legs so that she can curl her fingers and thrust them
up inside of me. It only takes a few seconds and then I am cumming,
screaming with the joyous release as she continues to knead my pussy. I'm
weak in the knees, and she senses that. She helps ease me down to the plush
carpet, and I lie there, totally spent, as she skins off my pants and
panties. Weakly, I manage to unbutton my blouse as she stands over me like
an Amazon woman. Then she undoes the sash on her kimono and lets it fall
open, and I gasp as I look up at her.

Mary's beautiful, that's my first thought, but not in a conventional
sense. There are certain women who just have something about them. I don't
know how to describe it exactly. She's a bit too plump, I suppose, to fit
society's screwed up notions of honest beauty, her bottom a little too
round and full, her breasts not quite in proportion to the rest of her but
capped by those puffy nipples. Mostly what I think as I'm gazing up at her
from the floor is, this woman's body is built for sex.

She leaves the silk kimono on but open, and then kneels and sits on my
belly, sliding around a bit so I can feel how wet she is. She helps peel
off my blouse and bra and then gives me a soulful look, gazing deep and
serious into my eyes as she takes hold of my nipples. I groan as she begins
to roll them between her thumb and forefinger.

"Remember what I wanted to do this morning?" she asks. At this moment, I
don't, but I am mesmerized by her. I just nod. She leans down and captures
my left nipple in her mouth.

"Ahhhhhh," I hear myself moan, as I feel her working it stiff with her
teeth and lips. She stretches the nipple taut, then holds it somehow with
her lips while using just the end of her tongue really fast on the
sensitive end of the tender nub. It feels unbelievably good. She does the
same with the other.

"God, I want you," I hear her murmur, and the feeling is completely
mutual. Dimly, I'm aware of a turning of legs and torso. The end of her
robe drifts across my face, and then she resettles. Her pussy is there, wet
and inviting, as she slowly lowers herself onto my mouth. I can feel her
hot breath near the entrance to my own pussy, but she takes her time. She
seems fascinated by the bushy black hair on my mound, and I feel her
grabbing it in her lips, pulling on it gently. It hurts, but in a good way.

I reach up and take hold of the cheeks of her ass and pull her pussy down
tight against my mouth. It smears wetly on my face, and I search for and
find her slit with my tongue. I want to make her cum the way she did me,
and I am rewarded by a moan coming from her. I begin to tongue-fuck her,
reveling in her tangy juices and wanting more.

She's working on my clit now. I can feel her insistent tongue going flick
flick flick on it and almost unconsciously my butt is lifting off the
carpet, hungry for more. I try to match her with my own tongue as I slide
my face lower. I take her clit in my mouth and suck it and the surrounding
flesh hard and fast, then lash her button with my tongue. She begins to
rock on top of me, grinding herself on me, and I can tell she loves it
rough like this. My fingers get busy. I let them trail up and down the
cheeks of her bouncing ass, then slide them along her sweaty crack. Then,
I'm there, my fingers teasing around the stiff rim of her asshole. I
hesitate, knowing this kind of thing is not for everyone, but Mary's
throaty moans encourage me to continue, and I begin to push my index finger
into her ass. Like touching a match to dynamite, she's suddenly thrashing
around uncontrollably on top of my face, a gush of juice actually spurting
from her pussy. I'm drenched but deliriously happy that I've made her cum
like that, and I don't let up. I can feel my own orgasm starting to build
even as I slide my finger deeper into her ass, beginning to fuck her in
earnest. She's got her tongue deep into me now; I can feel it swirling
around inside me, drinking me, urging me on. And then we are cumming
together, me screaming again but this time the scream is swallowed by the
wet folds of her pussy, and more juice is gushing out of Mary.

For long minutes, we continue tonguing each other lovingly. I have an
enjoyable, shiver-inducing little aftershock, but mostly we are just
enjoying the closeness of the moment. Nothing is more intimate than this.

Finally, Mary climbs off her perch and turns around to face me. That's when
she bursts out laughing.

"What?" I ask. "What's so funny?"

"You, girl, are an absolute mess. God, I'm sorry. I'm not usually a gusher
but, hon, you are something else." I laugh, and we kiss each other. I've
never felt this close to someone this fast, and it feels a little
scary. Mary seems to understand, and we lie for a while just holding and
stroking each other. Finally, she stirs a bit.

"Are you hungry, darling? I've got dinner all warm in the oven."

Playfully, I reach down and cup her pussy, still moist from our
lovemaking. "Yeah, I'll bet you do, you minx. I'm famished. And I could
kill for a glass of wine."

"No reason to get that rough, baby. Coming right up. After this, that is."
She rolls over on top of me as I spread my legs to give her room. She works
her butt so that our pussies are together tight, then even tighter. It
feels wonderful, then she leans down and it feels even better, nipple to
nipple, tit to tit, then mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. For several
minutes, we're just two people making love, just sharing that special joy
that only comes once, the sweet joy of the first time together.

Then, Mary hops up, and goes off to the kitchen. More slowly, I get myself
up and gather my things. It seems silly to get dressed, but I can't help
feeling a little self-conscious being completely nude. The feeling
evaporates when I walk into the kitchen, though, and gaze at Mary bouncing
purposefully around the stove, her lovely tits swaying with her
motions. She looks up at me and smiles, and I smile back.

"I could eat you up," I say, completely honestly.

"Am I missing something?" she replies with a grin. "I thought you already
did. Not that I mind if you come back for seconds."

I walk over and completely make a nuisance of myself, reaching around and
cupping her tits in my hands. She turns her face so we can kiss again.

"Keep that up, Carol, and we'll never eat."

"I'll try to behave, lover. But I've got all I want right here."

This feels good with her. Better than good. I release her and let her pour
me some zinfandel.

"So what's for dinner?" I ask.

"Mary's Luscious Lasagna. Mama's recipe, and it never fails."

"Never fails?"

She turns with another saucy smile. "Never fails to bring `em back for
more."

******************

Later, we're catching our breath as we finish another bottle in bed. I look
down at my body, trembling and coated in love sweat, and I can't help
laughing.

"Now what's so funny?" Mary's voice asks from next to me. I look over at
her. She's as sweaty as me, and the strap-on cock she's wearing gleams with
my juices, catching the light from the streetlamp outside the window.

"I was just thinking that I don't think I've ever been so well and
completely fucked as I am right now." We both burst out laughing.

"I know what you mean, darling. I think I may have worn us both out with
that last one."

"I think I love you, Mary. Is it silly to say that so soon? I've never felt
this close to someone this fast."

She leans to kiss me, the wet tool pushing up against my thigh. "No,
Carol. It's not silly. I feel it too. Like I've been waiting for you to get
to me all my life." She pauses, and grins again. "Cue the violins." We both
giggle. After a bit she speaks again, more quietly. "Now that we've had a
good life-altering fuck..." She has to pause because we both crack
up. "Tell me about lovely Carol. What makes you tick? What's your last
name?"

I'm laughing so hard now I'm crying, but eventually I stop. I know what she
means. "My last name is Harding, but my maiden name is Regetti. Italian, of
course. Let's see...I grew up in upstate New York, went to college at
Cornell, met my husband Rick there. We had one beautiful girl, Paula, who's
16 and turning into quite a handful. And hubby, well, Rick..." And out of
nowhere, the tears start falling, and then she is holding me and rocking
me, and licking the salty tears off my cheek, hushing me. I never know
where these crying jags come from, but they don't usually last long. I
manage to blurt out the story of my dissolving marriage, and then I tell
her what's been going on with Paula. Mary turns out to be a good listener,
though when I'm done I regret dumping all this on her so soon. I apologize,
but she won't have it.

"Baby, we all come with baggage. It's part of life. And I wouldn't worry
too much about your girl. She's just experimenting, and there's a lot worse
things she could be doing. As long as she's doing well in school, she's
probably happy. Do you think the other girl's—what's her name? Jenna?—do
you think her mom knows about what's going on?"

"I don't know. I'm having them over for a pool party and sleepover on
Friday. I was hoping Pam and I might have a chance to talk about it.Say," I
suddenly have a thought, and turn to look at Mary. "Why don't you come over
too? I could certainly use the support."

"Oh, I don't know, Carol. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Don't be silly. I want you there. Isn't that enough? In fact, I've got a
feeling that you and I are going to be seeing quite a bit of each other."

She resists a bit longer, but I think it's just for show. Friday should be
interesting, I think, as I drift off to sleep in Mary's arms.

*********************

"—and this is my new friend Mary."

I see Pam's eyes widen a bit, as she takes in the sight of Mary on the
chaise lounge by the pool. My new lover's well-tanned curves are only
slightly concealed by the revealing white bikini she has on. She's just
taken a dip and the suit clings to her body like a second skin, her nipples
jutting out invitingly. Even Jenna ogles her.

"Nice to meet you," Pam says, leaning down to shake hands. "How do you know
Carol?"

"Oh, we just bumped into each other and hit it off," Mary answers, flashing
her teeth and winking slyly at me. I don't think the other two notice.

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" It's Paula, bounding out of the house in her
emerald bikini, her long red hair flashing in the sun. She dives gracefully
into the deep end, then surfaces with a shriek at how cold the water is.

"Yeah, that'll get us in," Pam calls out with a laugh, but she slips off
her terry robe. She has on a demure blue one-piece, but she looks fabulous
as always. Pam is one of those perfect blondes that make other women wince
in envy. She's a good friend, though. She follows my daughter into the pool
and Jenna is not far behind. I'm a bit surprised that Pam allowed Jenna to
wear a thong bikini, but, heck, we're among friends, and she certainly
carries it off.

"Going in?" Mary asks. I have on my favorite yellow bikini, but only the
top is visible, since I am wearing a sarong.

"Not now, hon," I answer quietly. "I need to mix the drinks."

"Oh, let me help." I smile at her, even though I suspect she has ulterior
motives. Sure enough, no sooner do we get inside than she pushes me against
the back of the door, kissing me hungrily. I've missed her too, and we kiss
for several minutes, one eye on the water fight happening in the pool. Then
she helps me with the drinks.

"I can see what you mean about Jenna," Mary says, as we work. "She's a
sexpot. Easy to see where she gets it from though," she adds, looking out
at Pam, who's poised on the diving board.

"Straying from me already, are you?" I say, giving her a good hard smack on
her ass.

Mary yelps, and protests. "Not a chance. You're not getting rid of me that
easily. Just thinking that three can be fun sometimes too."

I burst out laughing. "With Pam? I don't think so. She's been married for
15 years."

Mary turns to look at me, a serious look on her face. "You were married."

I just look at her, not knowing what to say. I look back at Pam. It's hard
to imagine... Certainly, I've never had any inkling that she might...

Mary helps me take the pitcher of margaritas out, along with the
glasses. After talking it over with Pam, we decide it's okay if the girls
have a little also. We sit and joke a bit, enjoying the late summer
twilight. Then I look over at Mary, and something—the drinks? The happiness
I suddenly feel?--makes me speak.

"Hey, everyone. Please listen for a moment. I've got a little announcement
to make."

Everyone turns to look at me. I get a feeling that only Mary has an idea
what I'm about to say.

"I'm sure all of you are wondering why I invited Mary to our little
get-together tonight. It's simple really. I wanted all of you to meet
her. She and I...well...we're a bit of an item. We're seeing each other."
The others blink at me a bit uncertainly. Time for directness. I take a
deep breath. "We're lovers."

Mary smiles at me, and comes over to take my hand, and there is an awkward
moment of silence. Then Paula speaks.

"All right! Mom, that is great!"

"Yeah, Mrs. H.," Jenna chimes in. "That's great for you." She turns to look
at Paula, and a meaningful glance passes between them. I look at Pam. She
looks stunned. Finally, she smiles.

"You seem very happy, Carol. I'm happy for you too." There's an odd tone in
her voice. Not insincerity, but...something. She turns and walks quickly
into the house. I glance at Mary, and then follow her in. She's in the
kitchen, leaning over the sink. She turns, and I can see tears flowing from
her eyes.

"Pam? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. What's wrong?"

"Oh, Carol. You don't know how long I have longed to be with you in that
way. Didn't you know? Didn't you have any idea?"

"W-what?"

"Carol, Peter and I have not slept together in at least 10 years. After we
had Jenna, we started drifting apart, and I started realizing, well,
realizing that I was a lot more interested in other women than I'd been
willing to admit. Now I know. I'm a lesbian, Carol. I've just never had the
courage to admit it openly like you did tonight."

Now it is my turn to be shocked. I don't know what to say, so I say
something stupid. "Does Jenna know?"

"Yes, of course she does. She's one also. Didn't you know that she's been
sleeping with Paula?"

I gulp, knowing I can't hide the truth from her. "I just found that out."
When I admit how I had spied on the two of them, Pam, to my surprise,
begins laughing.

"What's so funny?" I ask, trying to keep from getting angry.

"Oh, Carol, you dear sweet girl. It would have been a lot more fun if you'd
just asked them, instead of going to all that trouble. I can definitely
testify that it's a lot more fun being with them than just watching them."

It takes a couple of beats for the meaning of what she said to sink
in. "You mean..?" She nods.

"Forgive me, Carol, but your daughter is pretty irresistible. And Jenna and
I have been having sex since she went through puberty."

I findmyself suddenly clutching the sink for support, then feel a steadying
hand on my back. It's Mary.

"Hey," she says. "Hope I'm not intruding." I look at her, and I smile,
shaking my head slightly. She turns to look at Pam, then takes hold of my
left hand and her right. "Pam. Carol. I feel like maybe it's not my place
to suggest this, but...I think maybe we can just cut through a lot of this
stuff if we just open up a bit. I'll be frank, here. Carol and I have
something special going, and I'm not about to give that up. But I don't
think I am off base if I invite you—and the girls too, if you think we
should—to join us upstairs. I don't know about you, but margaritas always
give me a bad case of the hornies."

Pam bursts out laughing, and pulls Mary to her. They kiss, and I feel the
merest twinge of jealousy. "I like you," Pam says. Then she leans to me,
and we kiss. This feels right.

Up we go, but without the girls. Maybe that will come with time, but I
don't think I'm quite ready to cross that frontier just yet.

Pam and Mary seem to be acting on some invisible plane of communication I'm
not privy to. In tandem, they begin working on me, unwrapping my sarong
like they're opening a present, unsnapping my top, peeling off my
bottom. Then their tongues begin working magic on me, Pam on my right, Mary
on my left, circling my nipples, closing on them, making love to them. I
find I can barely stand, and they help me to the bed. Another silent
agreement has them each choosing a foot to bathe with their tongues, and
then, achingly slowly, they begin ascending my leg, laving every inch of
me. By the time they get to my thighs, my legs are flopped completely open
and I am ready for anything.

Mary moves to my pussy first, while Pam stands and peels off her suit
before gracefully straddling my head with her powerful thighs. She smiles
down at me, then takes hold of my hair gently, and pulls me up to suck on
her.

And suddenly, I feel I am exactly where I am meant to be, surrounded by the
women I love. I drink deeply from the pussy of my oldest friend, while my
newest friend lovingly eats me. It's been an interesting week. And I have a
feeling that life will only get better.


The End