Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 23:21:22 +0000
From: Robert Stephens <bobby.stephens1970@gmail.com>
Subject: Donna

This is my first ever attempt at writing. I hope you enjoy it. Your
feedback is more than welcome  [image: Cheesy]

Donna sat alone in the living room, wondering where it all went wrong. Here
she was at 28, mother to a 2 year old daughter who had finally settled to
sleep.
The TV was on but Donna paid no attention to the canned laughter emanating
from the sitcom audience. She didn't feel like laughing and she was too
exhausted to cry. She'd done a lot of the latter during the last 3 months.
Her husband had confessed to multiple infidelities during their 5 years
together. She never saw it coming.
"Life goes on" she said out loud. That's what Nicole had said to her.
Nicole, the sweet little 13 year old next door neighbour who'd offered to
babysit Keira. Nicole was a natural and it didn't take long for Keira to
bond with her. Donna liked having her around and always seemed to miss her
after she'd left. They were developing a bond too. Nicole confided in her
about her growing pains, rows with her parents and not fitting in at
school. Donna had reassured her with tales from her own childhood. Nicole
was relieved to find someone who, even though she was an adult, totally
empathised with her. Donna was her best friend. Nicole had said so herself.
Donna had opened up to Nicole about her own problems. The young girl had
listened attentively and shed a tear with her. They also shared a hug.
That had felt good. The warmth of the teenage girl's svelte young body
against her own, their chests heaving in unison with every breath. Relief,
closeness and intimacy all in that one wonderful moment.
The doorbell interrupted Donna's reverie. She walked to the front door with
purpose, ready to send whoever it was packing. She swung the door open only
to be greeted by the sight of Nicole's mother.
"Hi Donna. Sorry to drop this on you at such short notice. My sister's had
a miscarriage. I have to go up to Scotland to be with her. Can you keep eye
on Nicole please? "
"Are you leaving right now?" asked Donna just as she cast her eyes on the
2- wheel suitcase.  "Where's Nicole?"
"Yes, I'm leaving right now. Nicole's on her way over with her overnight
bag. Hope it's okay. I'll ring when I get there. Sorry and thanks. Bye!"
Donna waved her off as Nicole walked up the front path.
"You'd better come in."
As Nicole walked past her, Donna caught the aroma of a freshly bathed
adolescent body. This reminded Donna that she herself needed her nightly
soak.
"Okay. You know where everything is. Make yourself at home. I'm going up
for a bath."
"Enjoy! " replied the teenager flashing a smile.
Donna laid back in the nice warm bath as she allowed the water to soak in
her troubles.  She felt inwardly contented; Nicole was here. Sweet young
Nicole. She thought again about their embrace, visualizing the moment, not
realizing that she was absentmindedly rubbing her nipples in the process

.(Part 2)

Donna was now back downstairs feeling totally relaxed after her bath.
Nicole was sitting next to her on the sofa as they watched a movie. Dressed
in her warm cotton bathrobe, Donna enjoyed the feel of the warm material on
her bare skin. She wore nothing underneath. Usually at this time of the
evening, Donna would be in her pjs with her bathrobe on top. Somehow,
sitting here with this adolescent beauty next to her heightened her state
of wellbeing. She felt good, she felt warm and utterly comfortable.

Nicole felt tired and wasn't really enjoying the movie. She found it boring
but did not dare to ask Donna to switch the channel over. She wore her blue
pyjama shorts and a loose t-shirt with no bra underneath. She never felt
the need to wear any when getting ready for bed. Her young teenage breasts
were still developing; small mounds with pink puffy nipples. She had some
catching up to do compared to her  so called friends at school. She
considered Donna her true real friend and was grateful at the prospect of
spending the whole weekend with her and Keira.

"Would you mind if i laid down?" Nicole asked.
"Not at all sweetheart. Here, why don't you put your head on my lap?"
replied Donna without even thinking.

Donna's response was only natural as her maternal instincts took over.
After all, that's the position her and her daughter Keira often assumed. On
those occasions, Donna would gently stroke her daughter's cheek and
forehead before running her fingers through her hair. As Nicole settled
down with her head in the older woman's lap, Donna's hand automatically
reached out to the teenager's long strawberry blonde hair. Nicole closed
her eyes and reveled in this newly found closeness with her best friend.
She missed those moments of tenderness with her own mother. Janet just
never seemed to have enough time for her anymore, not since the divorce.
She did get to see her dad on his rare spells back in the country from his
overseas job. They were growing even further apart now that she'd entered
her teenage years. This was what she craved for as a lonely teenager
yearning for some motherly love. Donna was there for her. This beautiful
older woman with whom she was so close, she could smell the scent of her
freshly washed exfoliated skin.

"This feels good" Keira sighed with smile, her eyes still closed.
"Yes it does sweetie" said Donna as she looked down at the adolescent's
face. She kept her gaze there and admired the teenager's beauty. She
noticed those beautiful lips slighlty parted, her cute little nose with
small speckly freckles that extended to the top her cheeks just below the
eyes. Nicole was perfect and this felt like the perfect moment.

As Donna carried on with her gentle ruffling of Nicole's hair, she noticed
her own bathrobe had come loose up at the top, exposing the cleavage of her
34a cup breasts. She didn't feel the need to cover up. The proximity of the
back of the teenager's head to her now nearly exposed breasts made Donna's
resolve grow bolder. She lifted a strand of Nicole's hair and allowed it to
drop on her bare cleavage. With her free hand , Donna resumed her tender
stroking of the the young girl's head at the base of her hairline, just
above back of her smooth adolescent neck. Nicole's long hair now rested on
her exposed breasts. Donna watched dreamily as Nicoles's hair skimmed her
left nipple. What a wonderful sight. She was aware of the threshold being
crossed from innocent maternal tenderness into the the abyss of pure love
and lust for a 13 year old goddess. This felt good and Donna didn't want it
to stop.