Lesbian An Old Friend and a New One

Maia Miranda stared at her ceiling. There were no tears to cry, but there was also no energy to get off the floor and lay on her bed. She knew the day was coming. She should have never thought she could actually have a relationship with Bailey Clark. She'd been in love with the girl her whole life, but Bailey had hated her until that should-have-been-fateful day that they came out of the closet to each other then talked for three hours instead of going to class after lunch. She had apologized for being horrible in elementary school, telling her she still acted out because she was in the closet, and Bailey admitting the same. Three hours of talking ended with arranging their first date. That should have been their perfect moment. Instead, it was the beginning of the end of a twelve-year chase.

But she should have known. Bailey never wanted to do anything more than kiss, not even over the shirt stuff, not even once they were both eighteen. She practically disappeared after she moved. Bailey was never for her. She was too perfect to be contained by any one woman. The time was now for Maia to give up.

Unless there was a way. College applications were already open. There might be a way.
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Krista's eyes flared and the post-orgasm high was gone. "What did you just say?" she asked.

"Did I ruin the mood?" Caroline still had the dreamy speech of someone who just had amazing sex.

"I mean, kind of. I mean, you just told me to take my daughter's virginity."

"I had to throw it out there. She's attracted to you and won't have sex with me, the best reason I can come up with is she wants her first time to be with her mom."

"So she didn't actually say that."

"I mean, no, but she talks about you even more than that hot piece of ass we have for an English teacher." Caroline rolled over and the two women looked up as they continued to talk.

"Sexually?"

"I mean, she'll say you're hot here and there, and you're way hotter than Emma-T, but mostly normal."

Krista rolled onto her side to look at Caroline. The girl's beautiful face and fading lipstick were almost too much, she almost forgot the conversation and jumped her. But she held herself together and said, "Caroline, Bailey doesn't want to have sex because she's not ready. She's not. She's an adult but she doesn't act like one. She whines and stresses and is really still a teenager."

"That's because she doesn't know how to treat you like a woman instead of a mom. She's mature in pretty much every way except how she talks to you and how she obsesses over homework for that teacher she won't admit she likes."

"You're awful jealous for someone who just fucked her girlfriend's mom."

"She's the one who won't admit it. She says she wants me to get sex and she knows I think you're hot."

"But not that we're fucking?"

A big smile came over Caroline's face. "Present tense? I haven't ruined everything?"

"I can't pretend. I'm sitting here looking at you, and the only urge stronger than to start fucking you right now is the instinct to defend my daughter."

"So what are you doing around 3:09 tomorrow?"

"3:09?"

"I figure that's how fast I can get to your house if I run to my car and run all the lights."

"I'm extremely busy if you don't tell me whether my daughter knows about us."

"I haven't told her."

"3:15. Don't hurt yourself, and tell my daughter."

"God, you are hot. Kiss before you leave?"

"You're not going to treat me like a lady and walk me down?" Krista asked as she started to get up.

"I told you, I don't know how booty calls work," Caroline answered as she sat up to watch Krista get dressed.

"Well get that hot naked body out from under those covers and walk me down."

Caroline smiled and pulled herself out of bed, then grabbed a robe from behind her closet door. "Pink?" Krista asked.

"I aim to surprise."

"Well if you were to greet me in a robe that short, I might just fuck you on the stone of your foyer," Krista said as they left the room.

"I love how now that I've taken you to bed, you can't stop saying 'fuck.'"

"What can I say, I liked when you talked dirty to me."

"Yeah you did," Caroline said, slipping her hand into Krista's as they walked down the last few steps.

"Almost as much as I like seeing you in that short and slinky robe."

"Almost?"

Krista put her arms around Caroline as they reached the door and looked into her eyes. "Dirty words are dirty words, but your body is irresistible."

"I like that," Caroline said, and their lips met. Their tongues explored each other and Krista's gave a few hard thrusts as if to promise more oral sex the next day. Caroline broke the kiss and quietly said, "Perfect timing, that's the garage door."

Krista could barely hear, but she trusted the girl. "Then I'll see you tomorrow," she said, and gave Caroline a last peck on the lips. She walked out and immediately wiped off Caroline's lipstick. She regretted that immediately: the lipstick was a badge of the best sex she'd ever had, and she wanted to at least see herself in a mirror, if not leave the lipstick in place. But the risk of forgetting and Bailey noticing was too high. Even though Caroline acted like Bailey wouldn't mind, she didn't want her daughter to find out this way.

In the morning, Krista finally realized just how depraved this all was. All she wanted was to hear from Caroline, and as that feeling overwhelmed her, she realized that Emily might be thinking the same thing. So here she was, ignoring her once-best friend after they had sex for the first time, desperate for her daughter's girlfriend, and all of this while married to someone else. She even asked herself if she was cheating on Emily since they had been together first, or perhaps she was cheating on Caroline because they had fooled around first. But she had kissed Emily first.

She went for a run to stop the circular thinking. She knew what she really wanted, and that was to have Caroline again. In fact, the only question that caused her to have any real emotion was when she asked herself if she might be cheating on Caroline. Regardless, she needed to reach out to Emily. She was still her friend, even if she knew who should be her lover.

She texted Emily after her run to say sorry that she had been busy and that they should talk after tennis practice. She didn't sweat the reply and instead decided to go shopping because none of her skirts were worthy of being worn for Caroline. By which she meant they were too long. She had a few short dresses, but Caroline had seen the checkered one and the others were sundresses, more fun than sexy. Krista bought herself a small arsenal of four miniskirts: skin-tight blue, skin-tight plaid pink, finely pleated black, and flimsy and floral. Then she went to get her nails done, not only to make sure her hands and feet were soft and smooth for her afternoon rendezvous, but also to give herself black toenails a la Caroline. She chose the glossy black instead of the matte Caroline wore to make them stand out, then on her fingernails did a blue French tip.

Running, shopping, and a pedicure should have taken enough of the day, but Krista still found herself at home bubbling with anticipation for Caroline's arrival. She found herself changing several times as she debated her outfit for the afternoon, and even wondered if she should go out again to find sexier tops. Eventually she settled on the floral skirt and for her top a tight white shirt with a square neckline to show a little bit of cleavage. Bare feet, wearing shoes in her own house was silly. She couldn't remember unpacking that shirt or even buying it, but the outfit seemed right for the occasion.

Caroline rang the doorbell and Krista had to force herself to put one foot in front of the other to avoid freezing with excitement. "Wow, you look hot," Caroline said when Krista opened the door.

"Holy shit, not compared to you," Krista uttered, using all her energy to avoid fainting. Caroline's top, solid black over her chest with lace sleeves, exposed her midriff and seemed to caress her breasts. Under her normal motorcycle boots, a pair of thigh-high stockings ran up her leg and stopped several inches below her skin-tight skirt to expose a bit of thigh. Krista had bought several miniskirts that day, but Caroline's was a micro-skirt. The black lipstick was of course impeccable and she wore her long, jet black hair in a ponytail.

Caroline let herself in and touched Krista's jaw. "I like the black nail polish," she said.

"In your honor," Krista cooed as she began to relax. Caroline interlaced her fingers around the back of Krista's neck.

Krista felt them pulled together and her lips and tongue meshing with Caroline's. She had never kissed like this, the warmth, the tingling, the absolutely immersive feeling of contact with someone she was passionately enchanted with. They broke after close to a minute, long before Krista was ready. "And the blue in honor of Bailey?" Caroline asked.

Krista had completely forgotten blue was her daughter's favorite color. She just thought the look was pretty, both edgy and muted. She continued to hold Caroline, one hand on her bare back just above the skirt, and the other on the fabric of the small top. "Are you trying to ruin this?" she asked.

"No, I'm just curious. Not every day you see blue tips."

"I just thought they were pretty," Krista said, dragging the nails across her young lover's exposed back.

"Mmm, you certainly know how to use them," Caroline purred.

"Can I confess something?"

"Please."

"I'm afraid I'll scratch you with them."

"No, what you're doing now feels so good."

"I don't mean that, I mean..." Krista let her voice tail off.

"When you're inside me?" Caroline asked.

"Yes."

"You're so cute."

"Why?"

"You're still so shy even though you know I'll let you fuck my brains out."

"God I want that."

"Then let's go," Caroline said, breaking their embrace and taking Krista's hand.

Krista followed her young lover through her house, up to her own bedroom. A small purse swung at her side; Krista wondered why Caroline would leave her school bag but bring in a purse. Then she thought that the purse was a strange thing to think about as she let this teenager lead her to commit adultery in her own marriage bed. The journey was almost surreal.

"This is quite a room," Caroline said. "I've always wondered what was in here."

The girl let go of Krista's hand and gave herself a tour. Krista sat on the side of her bed, crossing her right leg over her left as she watched Caroline explore her closet and bathroom. "Geez," Caroline said with wonderment. "This en suite is amazing. I love walking through this big-ass closet to get to this bigger bathroom."

"Good to know the only woman I've ever been attracted to is more attracted to my bathroom than me."

"Don't be silly, sexy," Caroline assured her while looking into the vanity mirror and opening her purse. "Just want to fix my lipstick before I see what's under that hot little skirt."

"Your lipstick is amazing when it's perfect, but it's such a turn-on when it starts to rub off."

Caroline kept quiet as she re-applied her lipstick then touched up her liner. Krista just watched lasciviously. Then Caroline turned and said, "Well today I want my lips to be a perfect black when they touch your perfect pink pussy lips." She kicked off her boots and walked toward Krista in her stocking-clad feet.

"God you're hot," Krista hissed as she slid her right leg down. "But I thought you needed your hair down when you wore the black."

Caroline arrived at the bed and put her hands on the bed on either side of Krista. "So did I, but when I saw myself in the mirror, I thought you would want to see my vulnerable young neck before you fucked me."

Krista reached up and touched her lover's nape. "You are fucking sexy," she said. "I want to kiss you so bad."

"First I need to taste your juices again. Bet no one's made you cum without kissing you."

"Fuck, I almost came when I saw your crop top."

Caroline slowly knelt and put her hands on Krista's thighs to pull them apart. "Then let me finish the job."

Krista opened her legs and watched Caroline run her hands up the new skirt to the waist of her satin panties. She lifted herself as Caroline pulled them down then laid back to receive her release. Caroline immediately sucked hard on her pulsing clit, sending a shockwave up Krista's body that was released with a loud scream. Caroline's tongue was flicking back and forth across Krista's engorged bean, and with scream after scream, Krista's climax was approaching fast. She wanted to hold back, savor the amazing oral for as long as possible, but with her uncontrolled banshee cries, there was no way to stop the impending orgasm. Her muscles quivered then quaked, then she felt herself bouncing into Caroline's mouth and holding the girl's ponytail for to make sure the expert tongue work didn't stop. And finally Krista, completely satisfied, went completely limp and moaned to Caroline, "Oh God, please stop, too sensitive." She laid still with her eyes closed.

Caroline lifted her head and said, "Fuck, that was fast. You weren't kidding."

"I've never finished that fast," Krista gasped. "Not even close."

"Ever had multiples?" Caroline asked.

Krista felt a finger penetrating her. Her mouth opened and she sucked in air. "No," she panted. "I rarely have one."

"Let's fix that," Caroline said, rubbing her finger over Krista's G-spot.

Krista groaned and Caroline slipped another finger in and started slowly pumping. Each moan from Krista increased in intensity, and with each volume increase from Krista, Caroline increased her speed. Soon Caroline's arm was on rapid fire and Krista's moan's had become loud chirps of unbounded pleasure. And then she was cumming again, the chirps became long cries as the teenager fingerfucked her to completion.

Krista moaned in longing when she felt Caroline's fingers pull out of her. The bed swayed as Caroline crawled up toward her. "Another fast one," Krista muttered.

"That's the definition of multiples," Caroline reminded her. "Enough energy to give me a turn?"

"It's all I have energy for."

Krista opened her eyes to see a stocking cross over her face, and then the tight young pussy lowering toward her. "No panties?" Krista asked.

As if to answer, Caroline pushed her womanhood onto Krista's lips. Krista moved her lips as if giving her lover's vagina an open-mouthed kiss, and Caroline moaned to show the pleasure of her release. "You like that?" Caroline then asked. "You like that I didn't have panties under my super short skirt?" She didn't let Krista answer, instead continuing to ride the older woman's face. "Just think, all day, any perv at my school could have glimpsed this pussy. But only you get to taste it." Krista's tongue snaked into Caroline's tunnel as she worked the clit with her lips. Caroline moaned a several more times then continued her fantasy. "I wish you were there," she groaned. "I could whisper to you I wasn't wearing panties... you would find me at my locker... just slip a finger inside ah ahhh AHH!" and Caroline screamed through a massive orgasm that filled Krista's mouth with the same delicious syrup she had tasted for the first time the night before.

Caroline flopped over onto the head of the bed, panting "My God, oh my God," with each pair of breaths. Krista pulled herself up and straddled her young lover's waist. "You can't cum like that and not let me get off again," Krista softly told the girl while rocking back and forth.

"Fuck," Caroline moaned. "You can't make me cum like that and think I can do anything."

Krista bent over and kissed the perfect black lips. They kissed passionately, though both tongues were too tired for a true French. Krista started to pull off Caroline's shirt while whispering, "I love how this top shows your perfect flat tummy."

"I wore the sexiest clothes I had for you," Caroline whispered back, her top now off and her bra being undone.

Krista kissed under Caroline's ear then asked, "Did you go naked under your skirt all day or take them off in the car?"

"I think it's best you not know," Caroline cooed.

Then she pushed Krista up to make her roll over. She straddled Krista's thigh and began pulling Krista's t-shirt off. "I love fucking with all our clothes on," she told Krista as she pulled the shirt all the way off. Then giving the older woman a quick kiss, she continued, "but I love your naked body and I think you'll like seeing me in just my thigh-highs."

Krista pulled off her own bra as she watched Caroline's full breasts sway free above her. The girl stood off the bed and dropped her skirt. Krista took the hint and pulled off her own, all the while still transfixed on the girl's hard pink nipples. The two were now completely nude except for Caroline's nylons. "Ugh your pussy is perfect," Caroline grunted as she climbed back between Krista's legs.

"Your whole fucking body's perfect," Krista replied.

Caroline put a finger inside Krista and said, "You are so damn slippery right now."

Krista let out a sigh of comfort but said, "That feels nice but you've got me so worked up I'm gonna need more."

Then she felt her walls being stretched before Caroline's motions got stronger. "How's this?" the girl asked.

"Fuck, that's good."

"Spread your legs wider and I can get a fourth in."

Krista did as she was told but groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain when she felt herself stretched wider. She'd never had anything so large enter her. Caroline seemed disinterested in the confused discomfort, saying, "You've pushed a kid out, I bet I could get my wrist in there."

Krista moaned then said, "That's so hot but it hurts."

"Pain can feel good. But I need to get off too."

Caroline started to shift and pulled out two of her fingers. Krista realized what she was doing and hissed, "Yes," then panted a few breaths and said, "I couldn't stop thinking about our 69 either."

"I thought about it every time I masturbated last night."

"Fuck," Krista groaned, and then the girl's labia was at her lips for the taking. Each woman clamped on to the other, lips parting labia, tongues flicking clitorises, and Caroline's fingers massaging Krista's G-spot. The moans into each other's sex organs accentuated the passion of two soft female bodies entwined in a release of their raw lust. The pleasure rising within Krista's body was both a comforting warmth and a desperate need for another orgasm. Her legs were shaking, her vagina was tingling, and she knew her payoff was coming soon. She almost felt a sense of loss when Caroline lifted her head and gasped, "Put a finger in my ass!"

Caroline immediately put her lips back on Krista's sex, and Krista's left hand obeyed. Her middle finger penetrated Caroline's anus and she felt herself moan at the feeling as she heard Caroline scream into her vulva. A thought rushed through her mind: I've always refused butt stuff, I've saved the joys of anal for this perfect creature. And then she felt Caroline bucking, and anxiously anticipated the exquisite flood of the girl's thick womancum. Just with the anticipation, she felt her vaginal walls pulsing onto Caroline's fingers and both women were cumming, screaming into each other's bodies, Krista coating Caroline's delicate fingers and Caroline filling Krista's mouth with juice.

"Fuck!" Caroline exhaled as she flipped over and off of Krista. The women took a few deep breaths before Caroline pulled herself up to nuzzle into Krista's arm. Krista was enjoying the blissful afterglow, but after a few more minutes of silence except for their breath, all she could bring herself to say was, "I've never done anything anal."

"I have," Caroline answered. "I was just feeling so good that I knew you popping my pucker would just complete me."

"It was hot, but what do I do with this finger now?"

Caroline laughed and hopped up to go into Krista's bathroom. Krista watched the tight young ass she had just been inside walk away while also admiring the stocking-covered legs below. "I love how you're like half prude and half dirty married lez cougar," Caroline called as she ran some water.

"I don't think I'm a dirty married lez cougar," Krista said. "What even is that?"

"Well you are a married older woman fucking a younger woman. And it's just so hot how you're suddenly swearing and talking dirty, I never would have thought that."

Caroline walked back, this time with her tits swaying. Krista felt herself getting ready again. "Honestly, I never would have thought any of this," Krista answered, taking the damp and dry tissues Caroline had prepared and cleaning her finger.

"I loved when you said I was the only woman you'd been attracted to." Caroline entwined her nearly-naked body with Krista's again.

Krista wrapped her arms around the girl and answered, "It took a while to figure that out. But I think I'm more attracted to you than anyone ever. Is that weird?"

"Even if it is, I like it."

"What is weird is that I'm not having any trouble with this. I know it's wrong because I'm married, it should be an identity crisis because I'm straight, but it just feels so freeing."

"Sex with women is just better. Not that I've been with a guy, but it's not hard to tell."

"Well I think you're particularly good."

"You couldn't know if I'm the only woman you've been with."

"But you're not."

"What?" Caroline lifted herself. "You told me that yesterday, and you just told me you've never been attracted to a woman."

"No, yesterday I told you that I'd never given a woman oral."

"Wait, so when have you been with other women? This is so hot."

"I don't know if I want to share that."

"Come on, it's so hot. I need to know more."

"It was a couple of hours after you fingerfucked me on the couch."

"What?!" Caroline yelled. She couldn't smile wide enough, she was hit by so much disbelief. "You were going to a booty call instead of brunch?"

"It was brunch, but I knew she had always been attracted to me, and I was so horny from what you did to me, I just needed to get off."

"Oh my God, I need to hear this whole story and then I need to masturbate," Caroline groaned, slumping down onto her back.

"Masturbation will not be necessary, but I think the only detail you need to know is I tried not to, but I thought about you the whole time."

"Definitely need to masturbate," Caroline groaned.

Krista lifted herself and saw that Caroline was already massaging her mons. "Why touch yourself when I could touch you?" she asked.

"Because you're so hot that I'm desperate. I want your tongue in me again but I can't wait."

"Well wait, because there's something important I have to check."

"More important than my wet pussy?"

"You were supposed to tell Bailey about us."

Caroline gave off a deep breath, not a sexual one but one of confession. "I tried, I couldn't find the right time."

"Then tomorrow, make the right time or I'm not even letting you in. But for today, I have to forgive that hot little body." She leaned and slipped her tongue into Caroline's folds.
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Thursday is a strange day. Sometimes the day feels like a mad dash to get everything in place so that Friday can be a lazy day. Other times the end of the day feels like a relief, because on Friday everyone will be in a better mood. Emily reflected on this particular Thursday as she watched her JV tennis girls packing up after practice. Some were getting water, some packing their bags, some putting on flip-flops. Practice tomorrow would be more fun, finishing the week and their last practice before preparing for matches.

She tried to push away the questions about her call with Krista. They had agreed to meet again, and Krista agreed to being cooked lunch instead of going out, but her speech was terse, robotic. Almost like she was obligated. Think about the joys of coaching a team, she told herself. Think about how carefree they are. Be carefree like them.

Then she heard a voice behind her. "Coach Thomas, do you think you can stay longer today?"

She turned and there was Bailey Clark. They had acted normal the last two days, but they both knew that nothing was normal. Emily glanced around and saw that no one was near them. "Bailey, I don't think we should stay late anymore."

"Please, Coach Thomas? I promise I won't do that again."

"I'm the one who made the mistake by letting you, but I really think it's best that we not be alone together."

Bailey sighed and said, "I just really need to talk to you about something."

"Is it about what happened last time?"

"No, it's something else."

"Well I can make an appointment and we'll meet with a guidance counselor tomorrow then."

"I don't want to wait until tomorrow."

"Bailey, I want to support you but after what happened, I just can't be alone with you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just... I just don't want to face going home."
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Krista wore the skin-tight plaid pink skirt for her third rendezvous with Caroline, along with a black blouse she barely buttoned and a push-up bra to give more form to her large, motherly breasts. No panties, a trick she took from Caroline's book.

Krista answered the door and Caroline's outfit did everything possible to force Krista to just start kissing the girl. Caroline was in a minidress with an ankle-length lace wrap and had replaced her boots for pumps. All black, needless to say, with ample cleavage. Her hair was down but parted to the side instead of the usual middle, as if she knew the slight variation would add to her allure. And of course, the almost-irresistible black lipstick. But Krista kept herself together and asked, "So did you tell Bailey?"

"Yeah."

"And what did she say?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Caroline nodded. "You told your girlfriend you're sleeping with her mom and she said nothing?"

"I mean, basically. First she said 'Really?' and then I said yes, and then she ate for a minute and I asked what she was thinking about, and she said she was thinking about how she forgot to ask some teacher something and then got up to see if she could find that teacher."

Krista stepped toward Caroline and put her hands under the wrap and on Caroline's hips. She was aware of but uninterested in the fact that the girl was still in her doorway, and any passing neighbor could see them. "So is it going to be a problem that this might be the last time we fuck?" Krista asked.

Caroline looked up at Krista, and Krista realized that the girl had been looking at her cleavage. And now the look in Caroline's eye was, for the first time since they'd known each other, the look of someone who didn't have total confidence, who wasn't in control. "I don't want to lose Bailey," Caroline said, "but nothing's going to distract me from this hot body."

Krista pulled Caroline inside, threw the door shut, and gave her young lover a deep kiss. Krista took Bailey's non-response to Caroline, and the fact that she herself hadn't heard from her daughter, as permission to continue, despite the mental gymnastics required to convince oneself that Bailey's reaction was anything but negative. But with their bodies intertwined, there was no rational thought except to keep going. With Caroline's 4-inch heels and Krista's bare feet, their soft breasts pressed together, and Krista had no more thoughts except the next three hours would be the most amazing of her life.

Krista pushed the girl against the door but kept her hands on the small of Caroline's back as if to try to take total control. She felt Caroline's hands on her shoulders and then the girl lifted herself, wrapping her legs around the older woman. Krista broke their kiss and breathed, "Fuck, you're so sexy you give me super strength."

The look in Caroline's eyes was back to one of confident lust. "Now we need a strap so you can fuck me like this."

"A strap?"

"You don't know what a strap-on is?"

"Oh my God," Krista giggled, forcing Caroline to lower herself. "I've never even thought of that."

"Well think about it. Think about me wrapped around you, holding me up while you fuck me deep."

"How do you do this to me?" Krista asked before aggressively kissing Caroline again, this time putting her hands under the girl's tight ass and coaxing her to wrap her legs around her again. They devoured each other's mouths until Krista had the urge to taste more. She pulled Caroline off the door and attempted to carry her to the couch they had first fooled around on, but found she didn't have the strength and instead lowered Caroline's tight body onto the floor. She felt the cold hardness of the stone floor on her knees, but comfort was secondary to releasing the need to taste this girl getting off.

With Caroline on her back, Krista went directly to her panty-less target, parting Caroline's hood with two fingers and spinning her tongue like an engine fan. Caroline's screams echoed through the foyer, dining room, and kitchen. Loud, wordless screams periodically interspersed with a cry of "Fuck!" The girl was so horny, so desperate to have her pussy licked, that the only way Krista could tell when she was cumming was the thick syrup that cascaded out of her womanhood, into Krista's mouth, and all over Krista's chin and floor.

Caroline was noisily breathing as if she had just sprinted up the highest hill of Rancho Santa Margarita. "Fuck, I needed that," she loudly wheezed.

Krista pulled herself between Caroline's legs and tongue kissed her little vixen, making sure to let Caroline taste her own delicious self. "Are you going to take me on the floor again?" Caroline asked when they parted.

"Let's go to my bed. I don't think I can handle three hours of nonstop lovemaking on the tile."

"Bed's too far. Take me to the couch."

Krista stood and held out her hands to pull Caroline up. She grabbed her bare ass through the lace wrap and groaned aggressively as they kissed again. Caroline turned and went to the couch, dropping the wrap on the way. Her dress was still above her waist. On the couch, she lifted her legs and rested her high heels on the coffee table, then lowered her dress so that her puffy pink nipples popped out. Krista's body did the thinking for her as she put one knee on the couch and sucked Caroline's tit into her mouth. "Oh, that's it, Mrs. C.," Caroline moaned.

Krista lifted her head and said, "Call me Krista."

"But isn't it hot to be reminded that you make such a young girl cum?"

"So fucking hot. But what's hotter is the passion that I have for you, and if you have the same passion, you'll call me what a lover calls me."

"Krista, I don't think I've ever had so much passion."

Krista went back to Caroline's breast but felt a hand on her chin lift her head. "Kiss me, Krista," Caroline said, then they kissed and Caroline continued, "Kiss me with all of your passion until I beg you to make me cum."

So Krista did, kissing Caroline's black-and-pink lips with all of the vigor she had. Their tongues lapped like stormy waves against a ship; their mouths opened and closed as if to pull the other's soul into their bodies. Soon enough, Caroline gasped a plea for Krista to fuck her, make her cum, and make her body hers. So Krista pushed the young woman down on the couch, spread her legs, and tongued the sopping pussy in an effort to swallow every drop of juice. Even more than the viscous girlcum and the shudders of hormones, Caroline's orgasmic cries of "Oh Krista! Fuck me, Krista! Eat me, Krista!" put Krista on the verge of cumming without having been touched. So when she was sure the girl was satisfied, she straddled her young face, showing Caroline for the first time that she too was panty-less. As soon as Caroline's lips touched her sex, Krista was ready, crying "Caroline! Caroline!" again and again as her orgasm could finally unleash.

And with her own needs satisfied, Krista turned around and went back to the vagina she loved to eat. This time Caroline was able to return the favor as they desperately worked their 69. The women didn't want to stop, even if they could have. The height of their affair was also, in the back of their minds, quite possibly the last time they would be together. They spent the next two hours on that couch, kissing and fucking to orgasm after orgasm, saying nothing but each other's names and the cries of sexual release.

Finally, with their bodies slick from sweat, Krista noticed the clock at just past six. She told Caroline that she thought they should get dressed again. Caroline pulled herself up and slid her pumps back on - they were long since completely naked - and teased, "All dressed."

"I love that, but we really do" Krista said, observing not only the 4-inch heels but also the glistening naked body. Krista assumed her own hair had gone from blond to brown like after a long run, but Caroline's hair was so black that Krista could only see the sweat by how her hair was matted in some places and frizzed in others. The cool, dry air conditioning was drying her off quickly, feeling a sense of satisfaction that they had fucked so hard as to get their whole bodies slippery.

"I know," Caroline said with a hint of disappointment. "But do you think I can stay now that we're out to Bailey?"

"I justified it to myself, but I think we need to face the reality that she wasn't happy."

"I really hope this isn't the last time," Caroline said. She was already dressed - she had only worn two things.

"Me too," Krista said, her skirt on with her blouse unbuttoned. "But my daughter's most important."

They walked to the door and she kissed Caroline goodbye.
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"Mom!" Bailey yelled. Krista looked up from the kitchen counter. She had changed into a t-shirt and leggings and pulled her hair back to get rid of the just-fucked look. "Please tell me Caroline was lying to me."

Krista looked at her daughter then began to answer by taking a breath. "Oh my fucking God," Bailey said before a word came from Krista's mouth. "You've seriously been fucking my girlfriend behind my back."

"I thought you were okay with it," Krista replied weakly.

"Why the hell would you think that? What are you one of those old people who thinks young people are free about sex, so you're like, 'Oh, my daughter won't care if I fuck her girlfriend.'"

"No, she said you were okay with it."

"And you were just like, 'Oh, okay, I'm just going to trust this girl I just met so I can fuck her.' Didn't even think to ask me?"

Krista was caught, and the way she winced when she said "I don't know" showed that she knew Bailey was right. "I guess I was too..."

"Selfish? Because you were certainly that. Horny too, but that's a shittier excuse. God damn it, Mom, what the fuck?"

"I don't know, I told her to tell you. It all happened so fast, I couldn't think."

"So how long?"

"Hmm?"

"Caroline said 'I've been having sex with your mom,' so obviously it wasn't a one-time thing."

"Um, well, I guess it technically started on Saturday."

"Technically?"

"Well she just kind of pounced me. My reaction was sort of unconscious."

"Your story is getting more stupid as it goes on."

"I don't know, I've never cheated, I've never been with a woman."

"Sure Mom. So did Caroline tell you we were together before or after you fucked her?"

Krista sighed. "Right before."

"And let me guess, you didn't have time to think." Krista answered with her silence and Bailey continued. "So when you talked to me on Sunday, I thought you were being supportive when really it was just because you also wanted to fuck her."

"No, Bailey, I really do support you. I'm just screwing up. I don't know what's wrong with me, but this is all just a huge mistake."

"You're full of shit, that's what's wrong with you."

"I guess. So are you going to tell your father?"

"Only if he pisses me off and it's the best way to hurt him. I may be mad at you, but I only hate him." Her voice was calmer.

"You really shouldn't talk about him like that."

"Like how you shouldn't step out on him?"

"I told you, that's all a huge mistake."

"Yeah, but I've never heard of a woman who cheated and then didn't say her husband wasn't filling her emotional needs."

"I dunno, maybe deep down that is what's going on."

"Or it's just bullshit and you with all your bullshit somehow have less bullshit than those other bullshitters."

At that point Krista realized that she wasn't the only one full of shit. Last they talked, Bailey had two girlfriends and nothing suggested that she had broken up with Maia. Krista almost mentioned Maia, but thought better and asked, "So are you breaking up with Caroline?"

"I really don't know. I mean, I did say she could have sex with other people. And really, you're the one I'm mad at."

"Well I'm sorry."

"But did it really have to be her, Mom? Like, honestly, I'm kind of glad you fucked a woman, but my girlfriend?" Bailey was done yelling and almost pleading.

"Why are you glad I got with a woman?"

"I don't know. So I'm not alone maybe. Or because I never really understood you and Dad together. But did it have to be with Caroline?"

"Well, I feel kind of weird saying this," Krista paused so Bailey could interrupt, but she didn't, "but I didn't realize I could be attracted to a woman before Caroline left me panting on that couch. And I don't think I've ever been attracted to anyone else. Like I've kissed a woman, but it wasn't like, I mean, she basically did it and I didn't stop her."

"Not stopping her seems to be a theme with you."

"I guess so. But what I'm trying to say is, even though this was all a huge fuckup, there's something different about Caroline. It could have only happened with her."

"Yeah, there is something different," Bailey said and dropped her bag in the middle of the floor before going upstairs. The symbolism of Bailey leaving her bag in the middle of the floor wasn't lost on Krista. She hadn't done that in years, if only because she now had too much homework. But Krista was going to have to make things up to her daughter somehow.
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Krista spent most of the next day looking for jobs. No amount of exercise could get her mind off the fight with her daughter unless she exercised until dying of exhaustion. Which didn't sound all that terrible after what she had done. But at least with a job, she would have something to do during the day. And maybe these lesbian adventures were just out of boredom from staying home.

Her husband came home Friday afternoon, which provided some more distraction and prevented her and Bailey from talking more. Dinner was uncomfortable, but better than another fight with her daughter. Krista was afraid to talk, Bailey was too angry to talk, and her husband never really led the conversation. Krista spent Saturday with her husband, mostly watching TV and doing light chores. Bailey stayed in her room and there was no sign of contact with Caroline.

Krista was surprised at the lack of concern she had about cheating on her husband. Things were probably over with Caroline, but she knew that the next day she would probably cheat again with Emily. But knowing Caroline was probably in her past, there was no excitement about seeing Emily. Nor was there any guilt, perhaps because of the lack of excitement, or perhaps because something felt right being with these two women instead of with her husband. The only guilt was that she hadn't told Bailey, that she had allowed herself to trust Caroline just to satisfy her own sexual needs. She had hope, though, that Bailey would forgive her.

Forgiveness seemed to come in the form a late night visit. Saturday night, Krista awoke to the weight of a body on her back as she slept on her stomach. At first she thought her husband wanted sex, but then she realized that there were no gyrations and the body was on the wrong side. She moved to see what was going on but heard a whisper in her ear before she could get off her stomach. "I need to know what it was like," came the whisper.​