Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 02:16:49 -0700
From: Star XXX <starsapphire@literotica.org>
Subject: Anna and I, Chapter 3

Anna and I
Chapter 3
Copyright 2002 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved.


After our exciting experience with Aaron, Anna and I wandered around in a
contented sort of bliss for days. Our sexual experiment with him had turned
out extraordinarily well. As we replayed the memory of that experience in
our minds and talked about it the three of us bonded together almost like a
family. Anna and I both felt reborn in some mysterious way, as if we had
passed through a rite of passage of some kind, and I suppose we did.

Aaron, Anna and I had a few more sexual encounters after this first time,
and I will relate them in later chapters. For now though I would like to
skip ahead a couple of years to an encounter that did not include either
Anna or Aaron directly but was one which was of great significance to
me. It began just after my fourteenth birthday.

I had made a new friend at school named Terry who was just an average young
teenage girl. We sat beside each other in two different classes and had
become friends. Terry was of average build with dark straight hair and
brown eyes. She was pretty but did not stand out much from the crowd. I
liked her for her sense of humor and her ability to conjugate French verbs
among other things. I was not interested in her sexually at all, but I
can't say the same about her mother.

I first met Terry's mom was one evening after school when I came over to
their house for some help with my French homework. Terry and her mother
were French Canadian and spoke the language fluently so I was glad to have
such skilled tutors close to hand. I arrived at the front door and Terry's
mom opened it to greet me.

Ms. Sevigney was beautiful! I stood on the porch for an extra second
looking at her, taken aback by the sudden attraction I felt for her. What
surprised me even more was the way her eyes were travelling down my body. I
knew almost instantly that she was either lesbian or bisexual and when our
eyes met I could read her intent immediately. She knew that I knew about
her and she also knew that I knew about me. And wanted me. I've long since
learned about `gaydar', that one gay man or woman can spot another
instantly across a crowded room, but this was my first real experience of
it and it knocked my socks off!

"You must be Terry's friend Star," Carol said as we broke eye contact,
"Please come in!" Her voice was very light and throaty with just the hint
of a Quebecois accent. It turned me on big time, as did the rest of her.

Although I learned later that Carol was 40, she looked much younger and
strikingly like Terry.  She had the same short brunette hair and brown eyes
along with a pair of full red lips, a small straight nose and a wide-open
smile. There were distinct laugh lines around her eyes that I found utterly
adorable. It was now obvious where Terry had picked up her sense of humor.


Carol was 5 feet 4 inches tall and very trim. She wore a pair of tight navy
blue slacks that nicely hugged her backside and a loose fitting white
blouse that hinted at two large breasts. She also had amazing looking hands
with long tapered fingers, as if she were a pianist or a graphic artist of
some kind. I later learned she was both. And very good with her hands in
other ways too.

I followed Carol down the hallway to Terry's room, watching her tight, sexy
ass the whole way.  I was surprised by how turned on by her I was and
hardly knew what to do with my feelings.  It was almost a relief to reach
Terry's room and return to Planet Earth after ogling Terry's mom walking
down that long hallway. I finally stood in Terry's bedroom doorway as her
mother moved up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. As Terry
rose from her chair to greet me, Ms. Sevigney gave my shoulder an intimate
little squeeze. I somehow knew exactly what that signal meant and the
thought of it left me feeling quite giddy.

"This is where Terry is hiding, Star.  You two are doing homework
together?" she asked me as if everything were normal.

"Oh yes Ms. Sevigney. I am so grateful for Terry's help with French and in
return I'm helping her with math,"

At this she smiled and patted my shoulders. "French is one thing we're good
at!" she laughed "If I can help you too, let me know!" With that she turned
and left.

"Gosh Terry, I think your mom is cool!" I said to her as we settled down
around her desk.

"Yeah, she's okay. I just wish she were home more. She works some very long
hours and even weekends," Terry sighed.

Ms. Sevigney was a Nurse Practitioner and midwife with a master's degree
who worked out of a big area hospital. Her skills were apparently in high
demand and she seemed well paid by the look of her home.  She was also
divorced for over 10 years and Terry, short for Theresa, was her only
child. I put my strange encounter with Terry's mom out of my mind for
awhile and busied myself, with Terry's help, in learning the French
language.

A couple of weeks went by until I saw Ms. Sevigney again. I had told Anna
about her in the meantime and about us `knowing' each other's sexual
preference, even though that preference was completely unspoken.

Anna was quite excited by the idea of me being seduced by an `older woman'
which caught me by surprise. I expected her to be jealous or hurt and to
forbid me to go that far with her but she thought the whole thing was
terribly sexy and even romantic. I was due for another French tutorial that
evening at the Sevigney home and Anna's only concern was that I give her
all the details!

"You mean that if I have sex with Terry's mom that's okay with you?" I
queried.

"Sure!" laughed Anna "Just don't forget to take notes!"

I was flabbergasted! Anna had just given me permission to have sex with
another woman and one who was old enough to be my mother at that! I wasn't
quite sure how I felt at that moment. I had secretly hoped that Anna might
be jealous and remind me of our agreement not to have relationships with
other girls. I guess I wanted to hear that she loved me.

"Oh Star! What are the chances that Ms. Sevigney is going to steal you away
from me?" Anna asked me.  "Zero, nada, nothing!" she answered herself "So
go out and have fun. Of course she wants you. You really don't know how
pretty you are, do you?" she asked me, "I think Terry's mom finds you as
sexy and gorgeous as I do. You are one good lookin' babe Star. Get over
it!" she laughed. I felt a little better.

I also blushed at Anna's compliment and then suddenly realized that I had
been putting my physical self down for a long time, and that Anna was
completely sincere about my looks. I had always compared myself to Anna,
who was always taller, bigger busted and blonder than me, without taking
stock of my own attributes. This was silly!

I realized now that I no longer possessed the body of a child. I was a
woman -- a young one to be sure- but a woman nonetheless. I had been
staring at myself in the mirror for the last year without actually seeing
myself as I was. I looked down at myself now and owned my breasts fully for
the first time. They were actually quite nice looking, a modest `B' cup,
but for 14 not too shabby. Then the rest of me. I recalled my face from the
mirror that morning and finally understood that I was turning into a very
nice looking young woman.

It all came to me in a flash. I accepted Carol's sexual interest in me as a
genuine compliment and then understood the sincerity of Anna's flattery. In
that moment I had somehow become a distinct person with my own beauty and
identity separate from Anna's or anyone else's.  Some part of me had just
grown up. I was my own beautiful person and it felt wonderful! I felt tears
coming to my eyes. I hadn't so much as touched her hand and already Carol
was having a major impact on my life.

I hugged Anna as I alternately cried and laughed, all the while trying to
explain to her how I felt. Anna just looked at me and smiled.

"Think how lucky Carol Sevigney is to have someone like you to play with!"
Anna teased me.

"AND how lucky you are to have a friend whose going to tell you all about
it!" I countered.

Still, I was not one hundred percent sure that I had read Ms. Sevigney's
signals correctly. It could all be a dreadful mistake. But no, I kept
remembering that look and her hand squeezing and almost caressing my
shoulder, then Anna kept telling me it was okay and how jealous she
was. That was so nice to hear but I was still uncertain.

That evening I went to Carol's house feeling a whole mess of emotions. I
was excited, afraid, in love, in lust, happy then depressed all at the same
time. Being 14 is NOT an easy job! I had spent hours deciding what to wear
and still thought the light blue cotton blouse and denim skirt I finally
chose were not grown-up enough.  I even struggled into pantyhose for the
occasion. A touch of lipstick was added along with a little mascara and I
was ready for my `coming out'. I was a quivering wreck by the time I stood
ringing the bell at her front door.

Carol again opened the door and greeted me and it looked like she had gone
to some trouble dressing up as well. She had on a cream colored silk blouse
that did much more than hint this time at the fullness of her breasts. They
were displayed in shimmering beauty with a generous slice of cleavage
spilling out from the three top buttons she had left undone. Her nipples
were clearly outlined against the sheer fabric of her bra and blouse. She
also wore a short black skirt that stopped about mid-thigh and allowed me
to see a pair of very sexy legs encased in sheer black tights. All I could
do was stand, stare and lick my dry lips.

"Bon soir, Star!" Carol greeted me, the French lesson already
begun. "Comment ca va?" she asked.

"Uh je-je vais tres bien, " I replied thereby exhausting my entire
knowledge of conversational French.

Carol let go a delightful peal of laughter, "Your accent is terrible!" she
berated me with a huge smile, "We must do something about that straight
away for I'm to be your teacher tonight," she announced as my heart did
another back flip.

Gulp. "Where's Terry?" I asked.

"She got a babysitting job at the last moment so I have volunteered to take
her place. You don't mind, do you?" She asked me politely.

"No, no of course not!" I stammered. No indeed!

I walked past Ms. Sevigney who waved me into their living room and onto a
big black leather couch. I sat at one end while she settled in comfortably
at the other. I set my books down on the glass coffee table in front of
us. As I turned to look at her I noticed her crossing her legs. That gave
me a wondrous view of her thigh. Then our eyes met again.

"Let's practice your pronunciation," she said warmly, "You really mangle my
beautiful language!" she laughed.  For the next hour we worked diligently
away at trying to make me completely bilingual and a model Canadian.

 Carol really was a good teacher and before we were through I had finally
begun to get a handle on past and future tenses and to improve my
pronunciation. All the time, though, I kept stealing glances at her breasts
and legs or stared dreamily at her warm brown eyes. If she noticed she
didn't say anything.  She had yet to give me that `look' from the last time
and I began to wonder if her attraction towards me wasn't all in my
imagination.

Then Ms. Sevigney lay back against the arm of the couch, stretched herself
out in a very erotic yawn and looked me in the eye. She simply cocked her
eyebrow in a wise, all knowing way then winked at me. The `look' was back!

"That's enough of French for tonight," Carol declared "Would you like
something to drink? Cocoa or tea perhaps?" she asked me as she slowly
climbed to her feet. Oh, drat! That moment was gone, I thought.

Tea would be fine I told her and she went away into the kitchen to prepare
it. Was she going to make a move? I wondered. She was driving me crazy with
wanting her but I decided to relax and try to think of other things. What
would happen would happen. C'est la vie, as the French would say!

I looked around her living room and came back to viewing some exquisitely
beautiful sketches of female nudes on one wall I had only glanced at when
coming in. So much for thinking of other things! I also took in the quiet
elegance of an ensemble of furniture all done up in ebony, black leather
and glass. This was the home of someone with incredibly refined taste, I
realized. Everything seemed perfectly in place and set off for maximum
visual effect.

As I stood up to study the female nudes more closely Carol returned and
came up behind me. "Do you like those?" she asked, resting her hands on my
shoulders like she had before outside Terry's room. I felt a brief shiver
run through me at her touch.

"Oh, they are beautiful!" I said in genuine wonder.  Whoever had drawn them
had an extraordinarily deft touch and truly loved the female form.

There were four small sketches of young women in various poses, all of them
emphasizing some aspect of the feminine body.  In one it was a long
tapering thigh and in another a pair of round womanly breasts. The third
was a view from behind a very slinky model whose derriere was flashed
provocatively between the folds of a raincoat, her only garment. The last
was a minutely detailed drawing centering on a young woman's vagina as she
sat with one leg raised on the edge of an old Romanesque fountain. They
were very erotic and rendered with exquisite care.

 "Who drew them?" I asked her.

"I did," she laughed.

"No!" I exclaimed in true surprise, "Those are so incredible! Gosh, I wish
I could draw like that!"

"Well then, we just might have to add art lessons onto the French eh, ma
cheri?" Carol whispered close to my ear, so close in fact I could feel her
breath gently caressing my cheek. I felt a warm flush begin on my
face. Then she backed away and sat down again at the couch, patting a place
beside her where she wanted me to sit. I followed her direction meekly and
sat to her left.

"How would you feel about posing nude for me sometime?" she asked out of
the blue, as if posing nude were no more remarkable a thing than passing
the butter at the dinner table.  I guessed that in her world it probably
wasn't, so I tried to sound equally as casual when I replied.

"ME!" I croaked instead, failing miserably at being sophisticated, "I don't
look like those women up there," I said in complete surprise. Is this all
she wants me for I wondered?

"No, of course you don't. That's the point. You have a unique beauty all
your own just as those girls up there do. We are all different and... I ...
I find your body to be very attractive," she said to me with some slight
hesitation. "I would like to draw you."

I took a moment to collect my thoughts. "Yes," I finally said, "I could do
that and - and I think you have a very nice body too!" I asserted, not
knowing where those words had come from. I was mortified! I tried hiding my
face by turning away.

Carol just put her arm around me then and kissed the top of my head. "Yes,
I know," she chuckled, "I see you looking at me. At my breasts," she
laughed quietly as I turned fifteen shades of scarlet. "It's okay. I could
tell you like girls. So do I, and I thank you for those kind words to an
old woman," she laughingly added. She cuddled me gently and I felt the soft
warmth of her breast press against my arm. A small tingle ran through me at
the touch.

Carol rose from the couch and went to bring in the tea service. Returning
moments later she laid it down gently on the coffee table. After fixing my
cup and munching on a few biscuits she asked me about my relationship
experiences and I told her about Anna and I. She seemed very pleased to
hear that we had found each other, and so young.

Ms. Sevigney too, was bisexual, she explained, but hadn't had any lovers
for some time now owing to the pressures of work. She had only discovered
her true sexuality in university she told me, but had had several women
lovers over the years. She was so happy that I had discovered my bi side so
early on, and so painlessly.

Ms. Sevigney herself had struggled and fought against her feelings for
other women for years, often wracked by Catholic guilt and remorse over her
desires.  She talked at length about the pain of those years and of her
bitter, unhappy marriage, entered into more to deny her own sexuality than
out of any love for her husband. After this amazing stretch of
self-disclosure she insisted that from now on I begin calling her Carol,
that we were now friends and that our sexuality united us as sisters.

As we chattered away I could suddenly sense that Carol was now the one who
was becoming nervous and unsure of what to do next! Neither of us wanted
the evening to end but we were hesitant about moving on to the next stage,
whatever that might be.  Her eyes kept locking on me then moving away as
her long slender fingers entwined themselves endlessly around each
other. This would never do! I decided to seize the initiative.

"I can pose for you now if you'd like," I said quietly.

Carol stopped her teacup halfway to her mouth and looked at me with
astonishment. She paused for a brief second before she answered.

"Well -- uh -- yes! Would you really like to?  I mean, well yes, my
studio is downstairs," she managed to say before taking a huge swallow of
her tea. Her eyes again took in my form as she laid her cup and saucer down
with a slight tremor. She quickly regained her poise, smiled and stood
up. "This way," she said, beckoning me to follow her down to the
basement. My heart was in my throat!

Copyright 2002 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved.