Date: Sun, 09 Dec 2001 04:22:06 +0000
From: Dawn loves girls <dawnluvsgirls@hotmail.com>
Subject: Traci

Hi, again! You are not going to believe this.  I wasn't too worried about
anyone I know reading the story and finding out about me and Mandy. Well,
it turns out there was this girl in Fremont, a city across the bay from me
in Santa Clara. She looked at my Hotmail profile and voila!, saw that I was
a student in Santa Clara. She sent me an email introducing herself. She
said she was 'bi-curious', 27 years old and married with two little kids.
She asked if I wanted to meet her. I guess she thought I was pretty lonely
after Mandy (she was right!). So, anyway, I decided "what the hell?"  and
sent her a reply.

This is really what happened. (By the way, I got lots of emails. I got one
from this really sweet guy in Minnesota who was my age. We chatted on-line
for a while and I really thought he was nice. So 'A', if you are reading
this, if you ever make it to Santa Clara, look me up! Who knows? I may try
it with a guy!) On with the story:

I opened my email and saw one from an address I didn't recognize. I won't
reveal it here, because she is married and she used her regular email. I'll
call her 'Traci'. Traci told me she was 27 years old and married, but had
always had a fantasy about being with another woman. She read the stories
posted on Nifty sometimes when her husband was too busy to take care of
things at home, if you know what I mean. She said she read both parts of
'Dawn and Amanda' and figured she would send me an email to see if I was
interested in hooking up. She didn't think anything would happen because
she might chicken out, but wanted to just meet me. I thought about it for,
oh, about a minute before replying:

Dear Traci,

You sound really nice. I can meet you this weekend. Do
you want to meet for lunch? If you know your way around
Santa Clara at all, we can meet at the Valco mall off the
280 at Wolfe.

Dawn

Two days later I had a reply. She said that noon at Valco would be fine,
and to meet her at the mall entrance to Macy's. She said she would be
wearing jeans and a pink sweater.

Saturday was two days away. I was so excited I couldn't sit still in my
classes on Friday.  I rushed home to figure out something to wear. I was
halfway through my closet when it hit me: I had no idea what this woman
looked like. She said she had kids.  Would she be fat? I had never thought
about being with anyone ten years older than myself. How would I handle
that? I figured that she would probably chicken out anyway, so there was no
need for me to freak out.

Then I started to think about how long it had been. I had been with two
other girls since Mandy. One was a one-night stand who totally freaked when
we were done and avoided me at school like the plague. The other one, well,
that's a different story.  We were together for a while but like Mandy, she
eventually decided to stick with guys. Just my luck. In any event, it had
been several months, and I was a horny teenaged girl. A dangerous
combination!

I picked out my sluttiest outfit I had. A pair of super tight low-rise
jeans and a too-small belly shirt. I played soccer, so my body was well
toned and tanned. I always got attention from the guys when I wore this out
and about. I finished it off with a pair of platform sandals. I decided to
not wear any panties with the jeans, or a bra for that matter. I was really
going to go for the kill.

That night I could hardly sleep. I must have rubbed myself to a million
mini-orgasms before finally falling asleep. I woke up around 9 in the
morning on Saturday. I took a long shower and made sure I was completely
smooth down there. Then, I put on my jeans and shirt, and a pullover
sweater so my mom wouldn't have a fit, and went downstairs.

My mom was in the living room. I told her I was going to the mall to do
some shopping.  She offered to come with me, but the look on my face
reminded her that I was a teenager, and did not want to be seen with my
mother in public. I got in my car and drove over to the mall.

I got there about 11 o'clock. I had an hour to kill. I ditched the pullover
in the car and went to Frederick's of Hollywood. I love shopping for kinky
lingerie, even though I rarely buy anything. I would rather buy it for the
girl in my life, and right now, there wasn't one. But I liked looking
anyway.

When the appointed hour came, I nervously walked towards Macy's. I saw
Traci standing off to the side of the entrance. She was wearing the pink
sweater and jeans she said she would. She had short, black hair and seemed
to have a nice body. Her sweater was kind of baggy, and she was wearing
loose, 501 style jeans that were really faded and worn. I summoned my
courage and walked up to her.

"Traci?"

She spun around and looked at me, her mouth open. She said, "Oh. You must
be Dawn!  Um, yeah, I'm Traci. Hi." Then she giggled nervously.

We stood there for a few awkward moments, then she said, "You look
beautiful. You are a very beautiful young woman."

I blushed a little, and returned the compliment. She was very pretty. A
little heavy, maybe 10 or 15 pounds, but no big deal. Her face was
beautiful. Deep brown eyes and full lips. The more I looked at her the more
attracted to her I became, and the more ready I was for something to
happen. I hoped she was feeling the same way.

She suggested we leave the mall and go somewhere for lunch. She offered to
drive, and asked me where I wanted to go. I told her I didn't care. She
said, "How about the Peppermill?" So, off we went.

We chatted about life, her kids and husband, my mom and dad, school, all
the normal things. She told me about when she was in high school and some
of the things she did with guys. She said she had never been with a girl,
but way down deep inside it was a fantasy for her. I just smiled at her and
said it was the best, and rubbed her calf with my foot. She sighed and put
her fork down.

"Dawn, I am ten years older than you. Do you really want to do this? With
me?"

I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "More than anything."

She paid the check and we walked out to her car. I took her hand in mine
and pulled her close to me. Anyone looking would think it was an aunt and
her niece. Who would think otherwise?

We got in her car and she drove back towards the Valco mall. I asked her
where we were going to go. She said she knew a nice hotel nearby.

We pulled up to the Cupertino Courtyard by Marriott. It is a very nice
hotel right across the freeway from the Valco mall. I waited in the car
while she checked in, then we drove around to the back.

"We're in 254," she said.

We went upstairs to the room and went in. The room had a balcony and a view
of the pool below. She closed the drapes and turned to me.

"Dawn, I know this is wrong. First, you're underage and second, I'm
married.  I don't know what I am doing here." She slumped on the bed.

I walked over to her and sat next to her, putting my arm around her
shoulder. "Traci, first off, your husband cannot give you what I can, so
it's not like you're cheating. Second, what is age but a chronological,
arbitrary measure of life? I am mature and I know what I want. And I want
you."

I leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips.  Her lips at first were
frozen in a tight line, then slowly relaxed until they were open and my
tongue was finally in her mouth. We sat like that for several minutes, just
kissing and touching each other.  I placed my hand flat on her stomach just
below her breasts and rubbed little circles, going lower and lower until I
reached the tops of her jeans. I pulled her sweater up a bit and slid my
hand into her jeans, feeling her pussy through her panties. She moaned into
my mouth and opened her legs. Taking this as an invitation to proceed, I
got down off the bed and knelt before her, popping open her button fly. She
leaned back and raised her butt off the bed, allowing me to pull her jeans
and panties off in one motion, then lay back with her legs spread wide
open. I put my hands on her calves and ran them slowly up her legs to her
inner thighs, opening her lips with my thumbs. She moaned softly.

"Oh, Dawn, you are so sexy," she breathed.

I said, "So are you, Traci. So are you." Then I leaned in and placed a soft
kiss on her pussy. I inched forward and placed my open mouth over her
pussy, completely covering it, pushing my tongue flat against her
opening. I brushed it up and down, savoring the taste of a grown woman. I
took her clit in my mouth, carefully raking it with my teeth.  That got her
hips moving around quite a bit. I then moved down a bit, shoving my tongue
deep within her, moving up and down and side to side. Her hands gripped my
head, holding me in tight. I grabbed her hips and drove my tongue deeper,
rubbing her clit with my upper lip. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders
and she began to shudder, crying out at she came.

"Oh God....oh God....oh God....I....I.....I'm....c-c-c-cumming!
Aaaaaaahhhh!"

Totally spent, she relaxed her grip on me and fell back. I kissed her mound
and climbed up her body, holding her tight as her orgasm faded. I kissed
her mouth, letting her taste herself. She looked up at me with a dreamy
look in her eyes.

"That was wonderful, honey. Oh, God, I have never cum like that before.
Where did you ever learn to do that?"

I told her I had spent the last couple of years perfecting the technique in
my fantasies. She already knew about Mandy, but I told her about the two
other girls I had been with since Mandy and the things we did together. She
said that I had a real talent. I don't exactly know what I can do with it,
other than have fun. I mean, it's not exactly a marketable job skill,
unless I get into porno. She laughed when I said that.

She then pulled me close, hugged me, and rolled me over onto my back. She
said she had spent the last several years fantasizing too, and wanted to
try out some things on me.

She put her hand on my breast, gently rubbing it with her palm. I sighed
and closed my eyes. She spent several minutes just rubbing and running her
fingers up and down each breast, then got up on her knees and straddled my
hips. She took my hands in hers and pulled me to a sitting position. She
took the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. She gasped
when she saw my naked boobs. She bent down and took a nipple in her mouth
and kissed and sucked on it, then went to the other one. I moaned out loud,
and lay back on the bed.  She continued kissing and suckling on my
boobs. My pussy was absolutely on fire from all the attention my breasts
were getting. I began pumping my hips up and down, trying to make contact
with her. She slid slowly down my body, kissing and licking my tummy on her
way down. She ended up on the floor, kneeling between my obscenely spread
legs.  She slid her hands up my legs, ending up in my crotch. She rubbed
her palms over my pussy through my jeans. I propped up on my elbows and
looked down at her.  She unsnapped my jeans and started to pull them
down. I raised my butt up a bit and closed my legs so she could pull them
off. When she saw I wasn't wearing panties, she said, "Naughty little girl!
Where are your panties?" I just smiled and lay back, opening my legs again.

Traci leaned in and kissed my inner thighs alternately, moving ever so
slowly towards my wet pussy. She kissed either side of it, then right above
my clit, before running her tongue all the way up my slit. By the time she
did that, I was right on the verge of a big orgasm.  When her tongue hit my
clit, it sent me over the edge. I thrashed about on the bed, swinging my
one leg over her and ending up on my stomach, crying out loud and
shaking. She caressed my butt and kissed the backs of my thighs. I looked
over my shoulder at her and said, "Wow! That was fast! Oh my God, Traci. Oh
my God."  I clutched the pillow and buried my face in it as the final
moments of the orgasm finally passed. Then, I rolled back over on my back,
drawing my knees up and inviting her to join me on the bed. She lay next to
me and kissed me. I held her close, French-kissing her passionately.

After a few minutes of making out, it was my turn to roll her over on her
back. I straddled her face and leaned in to her pussy. We 69'd like that to
several little orgasms over the next twenty or thirty minutes. Then, her
cell phone went off.

Traci reached in her purse and got her phone. "Shit! It's Dave!" (Dave is
her husband) "Hi, honey...No, just over in San Jose doing some
shopping...I'll be home around 4 or so...OK...No, that sounds fine for
dinner...OK, see you then...Love you too, 'bye."

She sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, holding her phone in one hand
and her head in the other. I moved close to her and put my hand on her
shoulder.

Shrugging off my hand, she said sharply, "Don't!"

I moved away, hurt. I gathered up my clothes and went into the bathroom and
sat on the toilet and cried. I heard a knock on the door.

"Dawn? Can I come in?"

I quickly put my clothes on, wiped my eyes, and opened the door. Traci was
wearing her panties and sweater. I saw her pants behind her on the
floor. She apologized for 'freaking out' back there and said that talking
to her husband made her feel so guilty about what she had just done. I
apologized too, saying it was stupid for me to get hurt, that it wasn't
like we had a relationship or anything like that. She took me in her arms
and held me. I let my arms wrap around her back, and intended for them to
stay there rubbing up and down, but my hands had a mind of their own. They
strayed down to her butt and began kneading her cheeks. Traci sighed and
leaned into me, nuzzling my neck I whispered, "Do you have to go now?"

Traci pushed me back at arms length looking deep into my eyes. "Yeah, I do.
I have a family at home, and as much as I would love to stay here with you
all weekend if I could, I can not. I probably shouldn't have done this. The
guilt is going to kill me."

I took her face in my hands and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "Traci,
I am really glad you met me. I had a great time, and if you ever want to do
this again, please email me."

She nodded, and got her pants. Once she was dressed, we left the hotel and
drove back to the mall. I kissed her again before I got out, and told her
that I loved her. She seemed to melt into her seat, and took me in her
arms, holding me close. She said, "Dawn, if only I were ten years younger,
I would be yours for ever." She kissed me gently on my mouth, then I got
out and got in my car.

As I drove back home, I thought back about what we had done and how much
fun it was.  I decided I was tired of hiding who I was to all my friends
and family, and decided to 'come out' when I got home.

'Course, when I got home and saw my mom in the kitchen, I chickened out. I
told her I was going to take a shower and would be down in a little
while. Oh, well. I promise I will come out eventually. When the time is
right.

I hope you liked the story. And 'Traci', if you read this, please send me
an email. You can use the old one or the new one. I don't care. I'd like to
see you again.