Lesbian An Old Friend and a New One

"True, that's why I hang out with normal girls. They aren't paying attention to whether I've got pink lip gloss or black lipstick, they just know I'm dressed weird."

"What made you go for the lip gloss today?"

Caroline turned toward Krista, more than ninety degrees since Caroline was sitting up and Krista was sitting back. Krista was looking up and could tell Caroline had turned but not that the girl was gazing toward her eyes. "Can't do the black too much," Caroline answered. "But maybe I should have, I know how you like it."

Krista felt Caroline's nails graze on her thigh, then the girl's hand come to a rest. She felt so good, so relaxed, and Caroline's hand felt just right on her bare leg. "I don't know what it is about that black. Maybe it's that I can't pull it off. But you look great in the gloss too." Krista tilted her head and met Caroline's eyes with a smile.

"Eh, I need something extra. I'm not a hot blonde like you."

The air conditioning was cold but Krista's body was warm. She was enjoying the attention and somehow her arousal felt right. She could feel her panties getting wet, but there was no discomfort, physically or emotionally. Flirting, especially with a woman, especially with one so much younger, was never natural for her, yet she found herself replying, "Beauty doesn't have to be blonde. You're the one who's shown me how beautiful monochrome can be."

Krista felt the small hand with long fingernails creep higher up her thigh. "Maybe I should teach you to do black lipstick," Caroline offered.

"I don't think I can do it without your pretty face or beautiful skin," Krista whispered. She was on autopilot, not even thinking that she, a married woman flirting with her daughter's girlfriend, was crossing a line.

Caroline's hand grazed over Krista's panties and the girl whispered, "Sexy women like you can pull anything off." Caroline put her other hand on the inside of Krista's thigh and spread the leg wide. Krista offered no resistance and when Caroline stepped over to be between her legs, Krista opened her other leg and slumped further without any bidding. With complete access, Caroline pulled Krista's panties to the side and slipped a finger inside her girlfriend's mom. Krista gave a moan then whispered, "Should we be doing this?"

"Of course," Caroline said, toying with the slippery curve between Krista's clit and entrance. "It feels good and I can tell you want me."

"But Bailey," Krista moaned as two fingers slid deep into her.

"Bailey won't mind."

"She's your girlfriend."

"She's not ready to have sex so she lets me get it elsewhere."

Krista moaned. Caroline's fingers were sliding in and out of her and the pleasure was too much to let things stop. But she managed to groan out, "Is this even legal?" Three quick breaths. "Are you even eighteen?"

"Since three days before school." Krista moaned loudly at the answer and Caroline continued to speak. "You like that? Does Mrs. C. like getting fucked by a barely legal teen?"

Krista could only throw her head back and moan. Her legs were spread as wide as they could go, her dress was up to her hips. Caroline's fingers sloshed in and out of her wet pussy. "Gosh, Mrs. C.," Caroline whispered. "You're so hot when you're getting fucked."

All Krista could do was moan. Her moans were soft, a remnant of self-consciousness with her daughter upstairs, but she needed to moan, show just how much pleasure the young goth was giving her. "I'll wear the black lipstick for you next time," Caroline whispered. "I love the way you look at me when I wear it."

Krista moaned long and low. If Bailey's door was just slightly cracked, she would hear. But Krista couldn't resist. The sweet teases were too much; the fingers in her pussy pleasured her like nothing else ever had, and Caroline's erotic words completed her. "I'll be wearing that lipstick when I eat you," Caroline purred. "You'd love that, wouldn't you."

"Oh FUCK!" Krista cried.

"That's it, Mrs. C. Cum for me. Cum for naughty young Caroline."

A cry escaped Krista's throat as her body complied. The muscles of her body seemed to shatter as the orgasm overtook her. Caroline's fingers fired and recoiled like a starving woodpecker. Krista was screaming, completely lost to anything but her orgasm. Then once her last cry echoed back from the kitchen, Caroline slowed down, continuing to slide in and out but at a pace slow enough for Krista's sensitive body to handle.

Krista lay still, letting the warm tingles continue to relax her. Caroline finally, pulled her fingers out, saying, "I better get back upstairs."

Krista only groaned in response. She couldn't bring herself to say anything; her body wanted more but was too weak to ask. Caroline loudly slurped on her fingers and said, "Your girlcum is so thick, can't wait to taste this again." Then a few moments later, she said, "I'll be thinking about your spread legs in those boots for a long time."

Krista couldn't respond. She felt her vagina gush, but she couldn't move or speak. She didn't know how long the girl stayed watching her, but Caroline was long gone when she finally lifted her head. She stood and straightened her dress, then got a sip of water and left to meet Emily.
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By the time Krista was arriving at the restaurant, she was aroused again. She was able to think a little more clearly but couldn't quite figure out how she had let that tryst happen. Yet instead of satisfying whatever might have been missing, her body was now on fire for more. She couldn't remember ever having an orgasm like that - though she must have - and now she felt like she couldn't get enough.

She couldn't really think more about the morning's events while having brunch with Emily. Emily's injury, though mild, provided plenty of opportunity for discussion. Nonetheless, with every lull in conversation, every visit from the waiter, and every wander of her mind, Krista found herself noticing her body's desire for a repeat of the morning with Caroline. She could still feel tingling in her arms, blood flowing through her legs, and lightness in her feet. And of course the feelings of her nipples straining against her bra, and her pussy throbbing in her wet panties.

At the end of brunch, with no hesitation and complete deliberation, Krista said to her friend, "I'd like to see your place if you want to hang out a little longer." Emily agreed, apparently without a clue as to the heightened state her old crush was in. But Krista was conscious of the situation, and as she followed her friend to her house, began to question herself more. The question wasn't why, that answer was obvious. The question was why Emily. Was she really feeling a connection? An attraction? They had the past connection, and talking about tennis injuries was fun but not exactly romantic. There wasn't much of a physical attraction - Emily had a great body but Krista hadn't even noticed how stylish her outfit was until they were leaving the restaurant.

Emily gave Krista the full tour of her small townhome, including a glance into a very comfortable bedroom for the house's size. The made bed put clarity on exactly what Krista was doing. She was cheating on her husband; she was pursuing lesbian sex. And she didn't really want to do either of those things. Her body was just looking for more after her orgasm in the morning. After she had cheated for the first time that morning. She watched Emily walk past her as they left the bedroom. Emily's breasts swayed in her blue silk top, and her thick ass filled out the tight white pants like they were made just for her curves. Emily was beautiful, sexy, but Krista's desire wasn't for the woman's body, the desire was just to get off, have something inside her, some way, some how. She could seduce her husband when he got home; they hadn't had sex yet this month.

They sat back on Emily's living room couch and Emily asked, "So is it weird having your daughter in my class?"

Krista tugged at the hem of her dress. What was weird was sitting there in boots and a short dress, no way to sit but legs crossed, even though doing so exposed more leg. "Not really. Bailey's teachers are always like these far away entities that only exist in a world only she visits. I just see you as my old friend, not as her teacher."

"Is that why you haven't told her you know me?"

"I don't know. I think I just need something of my own here. It's funny, she got so mad at us for moving here, but she's doing great and I'm the one with nothing."

"Really? Nothing?"

"Well there's you. But I haven't been able to motivate myself to get out. And it's weird, Bailey has this new friend, I think you know her, and I kind of wish she were my friend, which is totally pathetic."

"If you're talking about Caroline Sturm, then it's not pathetic."

"Pretty sure I am, but what do you mean?"

"She just has that combination of engaging personality and mysterious personality that makes her seem more like a friend than a kid. Like when I had her as a sophomore, I would think to myself 'I could see myself getting drunk with this girl.' Which is totally inappropriate. But she's just that cool. Not cool like hip, cool like confident."

"So me and Bailey are just under her spell?"

"You are, but I think she's under Bailey's. Have you ever heard of a girl with no athletic bone in her body sitting on tennis court bleachers wearing all black while the sun bakes everyone?"

"Well I just found out this morning that they're dating."

"Really. I guess that shouldn't be a surprise."

"Bailey hasn't told me. Caroline slipped."

"Where was Bailey?"

"Doing homework for your class. Caroline said she needed a break."

"So how do you feel about that?"

"I wish she felt like she could tell me."

"She will."

"But I wish she would at least have told me she was attracted to girls. From what I understand, people don't come out because they're afraid of what people will think."

"It's way more complicated than that."

"I guess, but I felt like we were close, at least before the move. And I think she had a girlfriend in Ohio, so obviously I was wrong."

"Just trust me, that's really not how it works."

"But I'm her mom. I wish she felt like she could tell me these things."

"Look, I'm sorry to bring this up, but think of it this way. Have you told anyone about your experiences with women? I mean, I only know of the one."

Krista's first instinct was to say "That's the only one," but she as of that morning, that was a lie. Then she felt like saying that hers was different because she was married, but her overall feeling wasn't shame. Instead she answered, "Sometimes you just want to have a secret, I guess."

"What does that mean?"

Krista lifted a leg and leaned back, sliding a boot down so that her ankles crossed. The couch was surprisingly deep, and she found herself looking up at her friend. "It means that I'm not embarrassed by my lesbian experience, but it's more special if it's private."

"That mimosa you had must have been really strong."

"I'm not drunk, but I'm not really myself either."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm horny as hell and don't know what to do about it."

Emily moved closer and started to ask, "So are you saying..."

"If you try what we did last week, things might go differently."

Emily kissed her. Krista kissed back; Emily was the best kisser she had known. The way she moved her lips, how her tongue searched her. How did Caroline kiss? Krista had never had an orgasm without kissing. The thought of her morning experience energized her. She reached up and held a breast in her fingertips. She had never grasped another woman's breast, but she could feel that with the bra gone, Emily's tit would feel tantalizingly firm yet supple in her hand. She moaned into her lover's mouth. Emily's hand slid onto her thigh and she felt a lift. She pulled her legs onto the couch and Emily pulled back to let Krista's legs surround her. Krista caught Emily's gaze, a look she'd never seen on her old friend's face. A look of raw sexuality, desire. The blouse flew over her head and she dove back down to resume kissing Krista. Krista pulled apart the hooks of Emily's bra, then felt the weight on her chest lift just enough that she could pull the bra away. Every inch of her body ached to touch the bare chest above her, and as she held a tit in one hand, warmth flowed through her body. As she rubbed her thumb over the hard nipple, shudders of electricity emanated from her arm and throughout her body. "I want to suck them," she whispered into her friend's ear.

The breast Krista had just held was hovering over her face. She took the pink bud in her mouth and felt only the joy of soft female flesh, any nerves about her first time pleasuring a woman gone. Emily moaned softly and Krista responded by tonguing her nipple. Somewhere deep in her mind, Krista knew what she liked and didn't like when her husband tried this, but she was too engrossed in the satisfaction of filling her mouth with the smooth feel of femininity. The hunger she felt, the watering of her mouth, made Krista desperately try engulf the entire mature mammary.

Yet the desire couldn't be sated; Krista knew she needed another orgasm and that she wouldn't want to do anything after that release. She pulled the tit out of her mouth and said, "I want you on the floor."

Emily wordlessly agreed, practically jumping up and laying on the floor. Krista stood more slowly and began to take off her dress, which prompted Emily to begin pulling off her pants. They moved quickly, and within moments Krista was standing in only her boots and panties, while Emily was spread eagle, nude as the day she was born. Krista suddenly realized she had no idea what to do, but quickly told herself to just do what Caroline had done to her. She knelt and slipped her middle finger just inside of her friend. Emily moaned as Krista imitated what had been done to her hours ago, slowly slipping the finger in and out and up to the clit. The hair seemed natural, but was thin enough that she had no trouble exploring another woman for the first time. She wondered if Caroline's hair was thick yet. Maybe the young girl still only had wisps of pubic hair. Or maybe, bold as she was, she waxed. Did Emily have any idea that she was thinking of someone else while she fingered her?

Think less, Krista told herself. Caroline got you off with her words as much as her fingers. So she began to pump with two fingers and said, "This is what you've wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes," Emily hissed.

"You've always wanted me inside of you, haven't you?"

"Yes!" Emily moaned.

"Bet you want to taste my pussy too."

"So bad."

"Then cum hard for me and I'll let you eat me."

Emily's moans began to get louder. Within seconds every breath was a deep moan, with Krista encouraging them by firing her fingers faster and faster. Finally a loud scream signaled the climax and Krista felt the hips bucking on her slowing fingers. "Oh God, oh God," Emily whimpered as she came down. Then she lifted herself and groaned, "God, I need to eat you."

Krista rolled onto her back and before she could do so herself, Emily was pulling off her panties. Then Emily's tongue was flicking across her labia, just barley grazing her pulsing clit. She had never had oral sex like this - of course, she had never had oral sex with a woman. Naked except for her boots, the only thing that could make this scene hotter was if Caroline's black lipstick was lifting her hood. She screamed as Emily's mouth clamped over her sex and her tongue slid up and down her bean. There's no way the young girl could eat like this. Maybe she could get the two of them together, both worshiping her body. Would Emily go to bed with a student? The images of the three of them together flashed through her mind. It was all too much, the physical pleasure, the mental erotica, she felt herself screaming at the top of her lungs, the gush of juices flow out of her as her body jolted and the sensations of orgasm flowed through every bone, muscle, and nerve. She fell back, almost as if blacking out. She had cum hard, she was satisfied.

She opened her eyes and lifted herself to see Emily sitting up, staring at her. "You are so hot," Emily said.

"Thank you, that was amazing."

Emily just smiled. Krista stood up and began to look for her clothes. She felt incredibly sexy in nothing but her boots. But her wild hormones were also satisfied, and she was ready to get going. "I could watch you in nothing but boots all day," Emily said, as if to confirm how Krista felt.

"I wouldn't mind that," Krista answered, "but I have to get going before my family gets suspicious.

"I don't think they will," Emily offered as Krista put her bra on.

"I'm a bad liar, so I better make sure," Krista said, but looking for a reason to go. She pulled her dress on and asked, "Where are my panties?"

Emily opened her hand to show she had been holding them. Krista went down to her hands and knees then crawled between her friend's naked legs. "Keep them," she said, and gave Emily a kiss.

"You really don't have to go," Emily said.

"Maybe, but I should. I don't mean to ditch you, it's just, I'm sorry, I didn't think any of this through."

"I get it," Emily replied, making no effort to hide the disappointment. Both women stood.

Krista pulled Emily in and said, "Don't worry, we'll do this again." They kissed and Krista showed herself out.
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Somehow, cheating on her husband a second time that day brought Krista to a place of calm. Perhaps not seeing Caroline for the rest of that day helped. Getting off with someone else had broken that spell. Krista felt good; she could not deny that feeling and any guilt was synthetic.

Sunday was a busy day helping her husband prepare for his first business trip at the new job. Bailey was smart enough to avoid the chaos and spent most of the day out, presumably with Caroline. Krista was busy, but not too busy to feel a pang of jealousy during the afternoon. Not jealous she's with Caroline, she told herself, jealous that she's out having fun while I clean and pack for a trip I'm not going on. Later she thought, maybe jealous that she's with her girlfriend and I'm not with Emily. But with that idea, she realized that she had had no desire to call Emily, nor did she care that Emily hadn't called her. Who does the calling in lesbian relationships? She figured calling would be her responsibility, since she was the married one. She could put that off.

Bailey was home in time for dinner - despite her rocky relationship with her father, she knew better. Afterwards, Krista took her husband to the airport then came home to find Bailey up in her room doing homework. Krista knew there might not be a better time. With Caroline over all the time - and Krista now knowing why - being alone in the house with her daughter was a rarity. Krista knocked and let herself into Bailey's room without waiting for an answer. "Can we talk for a minute?" she asked, looking at her daughter sitting cross legged on her bed.

"I'm doing homework," Bailey replied.

Krista sat at the foot of the bed and insisted, "Just for a minute. We haven't gotten much opportunity for mother-daughter time since school started." Bailey looked up and non-verbally told her mom to talk, so she said, "Why haven't you told me you and Caroline are together?"

"Oh my God, she told you?" Bailey almost shouted.

"She said she slipped and begged me not to say anything. I hope you're not mad at her, but you're my first priority."

"She didn't slip. Caroline never slips. She was up to something."

Krista panicked. Caroline did tell her right before the seduction. And if Bailey knew Caroline had been up to something, she might figure out what that thing was. But Krista needed to stick to the plan. "I don't know, Bailey, but why did you feel you had to hide from me?"

"I don't know, why does it have to be a thing?"

"It's not a thing, but you're an adult now, and I'm worried you still don't feel like you can share with me."

"It's not that, it's just, we're from Ohio where every election's a bloodbath. You and Dad are from the hick part of California and you never talk about rights and stuff. I didn't know how you guys would take that I like girls."

"Well I'm happy if you're happy. I had hoped you would trust me, but hopefully now you see that you can." Trust me? I let your girlfriend fingerfuck me yesterday.

"Yeah, thank you. But I'm still not sure about Dad."

"Honestly, I don't know either. But if he says anything, he'll feel a wrath he's never seen from me."

Bailey laughed. "I believe that when I see it."

"Hopefully you won't have to."

"It feels good that you know."

"Good. But tell me. Was Maia your girlfriend too?"

Bailey sucked in her lips then with a deep breath said, "Technically, she still is."

"Bailey, are you serious?"

"I'm sorry, Mom, but it's just so weird being so far away, and Caroline's so awesome but I don't know how to tell Maia that I just can't do it. It's just too weird."

"Bailey, you have to tell her. I mean, between tennis and all the time you spend with Caroline, it's like midnight or one before you could possibly call her. Is she just waiting for you that whole time?"

"I don't know, she says she isn't doing anything. I mean, sometimes we talk that late. But we aren't talking much."

"Bailey!"

"Mom, I know!"

"You're keeping her up at night just because..."

"Yes, because I'm chicken." Bailey was starting to cry. "I don't want to break up with my first girlfriend. It hurts. I'm horrible. And every time I keep leading her on, I feel like it's right, and the next day I realize that I've let it go longer and that makes me more horrible and makes everything hurt more and the cycle starts again."

"It's OK, you're not horrible. We've all had trouble doing difficult things. But you have to tell her you've moved on. Do it for her and do it for Caroline."

"Can I go back to my homework now?"

Krista got up and kissed her daughter's head. She went downstairs and picked up her phone. She should call Emily. But she didn't want to. Look at us, she thought. Mother and daughter, each acting like men in the way they treated their female partners. But she just didn't care about calling Emily.
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Bailey brought Caroline over the following night. Krista enjoyed having dinner with the girls' relationship out in the open, and both Caroline and Krista tried to convince Bailey not to stay after practice the next day so they could all hang out again. But one thing wasn't out in the open, and Krista knew that Caroline's black lipstick meant she was pursuing more. Nothing else seemed untoward until Krista was clearing the plates, Bailey went to wash her hands, and Caroline snuck up behind Krista to whisper, "I'll try to slip away for ten minutes. Might help if you change into a skirt."

Krista didn't answer and the girl was gone in a flash. But she could feel how wet she got from Caroline's offer. She had to hold back. She couldn't tell her daughter not to cheat and then turn around and cheat with her daughter's girlfriend. She didn't change into a skirt, instead she left the dishes and hid in her room the whole evening. Caroline had said Bailey allowed her to sleep with other people, but Bailey hadn't said so, and Krista had no idea if Bailey knew that that other person - or one of those other people - was her own mom. Yet when Krista heard Caroline's car drive away, she found herself wishing that Caroline had come into her room. The idea of touching her, feeling her arms around the girl's soft skin in the comfort of her own bed, was more arousing than anything she had ever done, except maybe get fingered on her living room couch. Krista dared not try to deny her attraction to her daughter's girlfriend, but she could resist action.

She lay in bed, sexually frustrated for the first time in her life. She thought about touching herself. She had never masturbated - she had never needed to. She had never before been a sexual person, and there had always been more sex available than she needed. She would resist Caroline, but she could fantasize. Her hand slid downward and she rested her fingers over her mound through her yoga pants. No, she thought. Fantasizing might be a slippery slope. She would call Emily tomorrow. Emily could satisfy her.

The next day was almost unbearable. Krista had never needed a release so badly for so long. But she didn't want to call Emily while she was at school, and she knew she had tennis practice after school. Exercising didn't help. Showering made things worse. Doing the dishes just allowed her mind to wander.

Then, worst of all, around 5:30 she got a text. From Caroline. "So boring without Bailey, isn't it?" the girl wrote. Seemed harmless enough, so Krista replied, "Sure is." "We should hang out to pass the time," Caroline responded. Krista was almost angry that Caroline had continued to pursue her. She didn't respond. Only a few minutes later, Caroline texted again, "I know you saw that, and I know you want to say yes." How could she know? She didn't get a read receipt so they couldn't have been in the same network. In any case, Krista texted back, "It would be fun but I shouldn't be doing stuff with my daughter's friends." "I'm more than her friend, and we don't have to 'do stuff.'" "That's not what I meant." "Sure you did. There's nothing weird about hanging out with your daughter's girlfriend. I'm saying we can just hang out."

Krista took a deep breath. She could see through the teenager's attempts at manipulation, yet she felt like she could fall for them too. A firm no and she could be done. "I'm sorry, I can't," she texted. The replies from Caroline came quick, "Come on, just kill an hour with me. I can show your how to dress goth and you can show me how to dress pretty." Then another, almost too fast for her to have typed it. "I think Bailey would like seeing me in something pretty." And finally, "Or we can do stuff. I did promise you."

Krista told herself not to respond. She couldn't respond. But she also had to. But texting seemed insufficient. If she texted that they couldn't fool around anymore, the girl would just keep pressing. Krista could feel the arousal, she told herself arousal was fine, but actions were not. So she called to put an end to everything. Caroline answered by saying, "You just had to hear my voice, didn't you?"

"No, Caroline. Please stop. I can't hang out with you, and we can't 'do stuff,' as you keep saying."

"Of course we can, Bailey lets me, and I don't think her dad will know the difference."

"No Caroline, that is my husband. Bailey may be mad at him, but I am committed to him."

"You seemed pretty committed when you came all over my fingers."

"Caroline, please."

"I like that better than 'No, Caroline.'"

"Just stop. I would love to have you in my life as my daughter's partner, but what you're suggesting is inappropriate. People make mistakes."

"Then come over and get to know me."

"I told you no."

"I can stop hitting on you. But we're both home alone, so when else is a better time to get to know your daughter's partner?"

"We'll have plenty of time. And I don't think Bailey's mature enough to share friends with her mom."

"Bailey's a lot more mature than you think, she just can't help but act like a daughter around you."

"Well there's still no need to rush, I'll get to know you when you guys are more serious."

"Just come over. It'll be fun. I dare you to tell me you've had fun all day alone."

"I mean, I can, but I'm a bad liar."

"See? I'll text you my address. See you in fifteen?"

"It might be twenty, I need to change."​