My daughter Faith had a brooding look on her usually sunny face. When she returned home from college for winter break, her mood alternated from surly to morose. My efforts to engage her in conversation failed and I tried every approach I knew as a professional therapist but she refused to open up.
Earlier that day, I heard Faith talking to someone on her cell phone. When she ended the call, her attitude took a sudden and chilly dip. She was lying on her stomach with a pillow under her arms for support when I walked past her room.
Faith’s sad gaze was fixed on the wall in front of her and I clearly saw tears rimming her eyes.
“Mom, can I ask you something?” She inquired in a sad voice.
“Sure baby.” I said calmly.
I sat on the side of the bed next to Faith and waited for her to continue. My mind went thru a shopping list of possibilities but except for boyfriend woes, I failed to imagine anything that would upset her this deeply and for this amount of time.
“Are you having problems with your teammates?” I asked in a quiet tone.
Faith was member of the swim team and the program was highly competitive for spots on the roster. Unexpectedly, she turned to look at me with a quizzical expression on her face. Obviously, I had struck a nerve.
“Well, kind of.” She said almost in a whisper and sighed.
Lightly, I rubbed Faith’s back, hoping to alleviate some tension.
“What is it baby? Is it a boy?” I inquired hoping to hit the mark.
“No!” She stated emphatically and sighed deeply.
I waited patiently for Faith to continue speaking and as I rubbed her back, it started jerking. She was crying and turned to embrace me.
“My poor baby.” I said tenderly and tears ran down my cheeks.
I hugged Faith tightly against my body hoping to shoulder some of the pain that enveloped her. She cried softly for a few minutes and slowly regained control of her emotions. She sat up and looked at me with shame in her normally sparkling green eyes.
“It’s embarrassing.” She said with a downcast face and wiped her eyes.
Faith was my only child and we shared a close mother/daughter bond.
“I’m in a relationship with someone but it’s, oh… so frustrating sometimes!” She said with exasperation and a sorrowful look.
“Is it anyone I know?” I inquired with heightened curiosity.
“I think so.” She said with a timid air.
“Who is it baby?” I inquired with uneasiness.
“It’s one of my teammates.” She stated with a miserable expression.
“A girl!?” I asked in a disbelieving tone.
“Yes, Christa Bernardo.” She uttered softly as though the walls had ears.
I met Christa at one of the swim meets, she was a dark haired beauty with an imposing physique.
Faith slumped against me and held on with all her might.
“Please don’t hate me.” she begged in a panicky voice.
“I could never hate you.” I cried.
My heart ached for the child that I bore and loved more than my own life. When Faith looked up, tears streamed down my face.
“Don’t cry Mom.” She said in a heartfelt manner and wiped a few tears away with her fingers.
“Baby, when you’re a parent and your child hurts, then you hurt too.” I replied in a weepy voice.
Faith took my hands in hers and looked into my dewy eyes.
“I’ll be ok.” she said with confidence.
From her earliest years, Faith possessed impressive resiliency and strength of character.
“When did you start having these, ah…feelings.” I asked politely.
“I’m not sure but we’ve been friends since freshman year. One day I looked at Christa and something about her appealed to me.” She replied honestly.
“All I know is that I wanted to be with her, you know, in that way.” She intimated in a low and reserved voice.
“I understand baby.” I stated soothingly.
“I guess nothing like this ever happened to you.” She said with a sigh.
Her comment froze me and I searched my mind for an answer. Faith picked up on my hesitation immediately.
“Mom, did you have the hots for a girl!?” she asked with wide eyed astonishment.
‘Well, ah…oh…ok, yes I did.” I answered and it was my turn to be sheepish.
“Was she a hottie?” Faith asked as her curiosity took over. It was the first time I saw her smile in over two weeks.
“Yes, she was.” I answered in a whisper as memories flashed thru my head.
What I left out was the fact that while I desired and pursued many girls only one captured my heart.
“I guess it runs in the family.” Faith said pensively and lay against my body.
As I held Faith and gently rocked her, I remembered my college years as the time of my sexual awakening. I was a member of the gymnastics team and had a steady stream of boyfriends. A virgin until my sophomore year, my boyfriend Chuck plucked my cherry after a frat mixer.
Although I was aware of same sex encounters among my teammates, I had little or no interest in the goings on around me. That was about to change when I arrived home for summer break at the end of sophomore year.
My family resided in an upper middle class neighborhood in Southern California. We were the only family on the block without a swimming pool because my Dad had an irrational fear of water. My best friend, Robyn and her sister Tracy lived next door and I was a frequent visitor to their pool.
The day after I arrived home, I walked into their back yard and saw Tracy swimming laps. When she noticed me, she waved and walked up the pool steps where I was standing.
I gawked at the young Venus with the strikingly athletic body. In the past year, Tracy’s body had undergone a transformation. Her skinny frame had filled out with fuller breasts and hips. Attired in a form fitting bikini, her physique had a muscular and marvelously proportioned look.
“Wow! She’s not Robyn’s little sister anymore.” I mused to myself.
Much to my surprise, I got a tingly and warm feeling looking at Tracy’s body. She was about my height, 5′ 6′ and model pretty without an ounce of extraneous fat on her frame.
“Hi Jane!” She yelled enthusiastically.
“Your coming to my birthday party tonight, aren’t you?” She pleaded.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” I croaked with a dry mouth.
Tracy was celebrating her eighteenth birthday and her parents had pulled out all the stops hiring a live band and caterer.
“Robyn’s in her bedroom. See ya tonight.” She exclaimed and dove back into the water.
At the party, I couldn’t take my eyes off Tracy. She looked very sexy in a pair of short/shorts and halter top. Her blonde hair was cropped close in a sort of page boy style that really accented her natural looking face. Occasionally, she caught me looking and gave me a wicked smile.
I was baffled by my behavior. That night in bed, the images of Tracy in her bikini kept popping up in my mind. Without realizing, my hand had moved between my legs and a finger was lazily tracing a line along my panty covered slit. For the first time in my life, I masturbated with images of another girl racing thru my mind.
The next morning I kept a sharp lookout for Tracy from my bed room window. I knew Robyn worked at the Community Center pool until 2pm. While I was performing stretching exercises, I saw Tracy on the pool deck in a bikini that looked molded to her body.
As though I had no will of my own, I found myself in Tracy’s backyard eying her magnificent teenage body. I became obsessed with her and dropped by on a daily basis to ogle the young goddess.
One afternoon Robyn called to ask a favor. She was going up to the lake with her boyfriend and another couple for a few days and would I mind staying with Tracy until she got back. Her folks were back east on a business trip and would be pissed if they knew she went away without her sister.
“Sure!” I said with an evil smile on my face.
It was like asking the fox to watch the henhouse while the farmer was away.
Friday morning Robyn left early for the lake. When I saw Tracy, I hot footed it until I was standing next to the pool.
Slowly and deliberately Tracy climbed up the ladder to the pool deck in front of me sans bikini top and bottom.
“The brazen brat, she knows!” I muttered to myself.
Tracy’s breasts were round swells that hugged her body and were topped with the cutest pink nipples. A flat tummy outlined by a six pack and the hottest ass I had ever seen on a girl. I felt my pussy dampening and was unable to look away. Tracy looked spectacular and I got weak in the knees.
But, best of all, Tracy was delightfully hairy at a time when grooming ones cooch was becoming popular. Her pussy was perfectly framed by a downy blanket of dark blonde pubic hair. Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, my mouth was watering.
Tracy had a shit eating grin on her face as my pussy creamed from the overwhelming sight.
“Do you think my breasts are too small?” she asked with fake sincerity.
I was barely able to speak and croaked out some inaudible reply. I felt like I was in a surreal dream that I had no control over and couldn’t wake up from. The kid had a killer body.
“For Gods sake, it’s Robyn’s kid sister.” I kept thinking as an internal debate raged in mind.
The entire situation was too overpowering and my will to resist evaporated. In its place was a lust the likes of which I had never known. I had dreamt about this the first time I saw Tracy in the pool. Lord knows I masturbated myself silly picturing her in the nude.
Tracy reached for her towel on the lounger and winced.
“Ouch! That smarts!” she said with pain in her voice and grabbed her shoulder.
“I think I strained it swimming laps.” She stated and looked at me with a soulful expression.
“You need a good massage.” I stated in a husky voice.
I doubted that Tracy’s shoulder hurt at all and she was using it as an excuse to get my hands on her body.
In the family room I instructed Tracy to lay face down on a beach towel and placed a smaller towel over her sexy ass. I started at her shoulders and gently kneaded the velvety flesh. Gradually, I worked my way down her muscled back stopping at the edge of the towel.
“Ooh, that feels great.” She purred.
Emboldened by her words, I ran my hands along her sides and palmed the fleshy part of her flattened breasts. Tracy was fidgeting her butt and the towel slipped off. Instantly, my hands massaged her sculpted derriere’ and she moaned out loud. This was proceeding faster than I anticipated.
My hands kneaded and squeezed the firm cheeks of Tracy’s butt and slipped farther into the crack. My fingers toyed with the sensitive rose cluster and a trickle of creamy fluid oozed from the bottom of her slit.
“Oh, that feels soo good.” Tracy panted breathlessly.
Unexpectedly Tracy rolled onto her back and put her arms behind her head. My body pulsated with new and rapturous sensations. I stared at her hot and luscious titties, especially the nipples which were a combination of puffy and long.
I ran my hands all over Tracy’s muscled body. With trembling hands, I gently caressed and squeezed Tracy’s round mounds, awed by the firmness. I spent a long time massaging her nipples which I lovingly tweaked with my fingertips.
Tracy was breathing rapidly as I slowly lowered my head to a turgid right nipple and gently licked the long protuberance. She watched me intently as I worked feverishly on her delicious tits. When my hunger was finally sated, her eyes were glazed over and filled with lust. Seductively, I trailed wet kisses over her flat belly and stopped at the bushy mound.
Tracy opened her legs and brought her knees up giving me a clear view of her crotch. I leaned forward and gazed longingly at her pretty pussy. It was like a delicate pink flower glistening with dew.
The aroma from Tracy’s slit was intoxicating to my senses. I lightly kissed up and down her slice and as if on cue, it opened up to show the delicate and wet inner parts. With long graceful licks, my tongue caressed the soaked creases and gathered her tart secretions.
“Oh God!” She moaned.
The heady flavor was beyond description and inflamed my libido. My tongue burrowed into her soggy slit and I watched with utter fascination when her head lolled to and fro as I gave her pussy a licking she would never forget.
As my mouth engulfed Tracy’s snatch, my tongue executed rapid butterfly licks on her clit. Tenderly, I sucked and licked the stiff nub which was out of its hood, sending her into another dimension of pleasure.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she roared with passion. My hunger for Tracy’s pussy was reaching new heights as I wildly sucked the swollen, randy and juicy flesh. Her young gash burbled and frothed with juice which I vigorously lapped like a horny slut. When I renewed my assault on her clit, creamy girl cum dripped into my maw and not a drop escaped my thirsty gullet.
Tracy pushed her slit hard against my mouth and her body suddenly stiffened. I shoved my rigid tongue into her delicate and oozing hole when the first spasms hit.
“OH! OH! I’m cuminggg!” She wailed.
I kept sucking her pussy with a vengeance as her body shook and stiffened. In the aftermath, Tracy regarded me with affection.
“That was wonderful!” She trilled in a dreamy voice.
I spent the next week at Tracy’s house with my head buried between her thighs servicing her scrumptious young pussy.
“You’re a natural.” She cooed breathlessly as I feasted on her boggy slice one morning.
After Tracy’s first orgasm, I descended for an encore but she offered me her butt instead. The girl easily had one of the sexiest asses I ever saw and I devoured it with equal passion.
Tracy confided in me that she’d been having girl on girl sex most of her senior year in high school and usually with fellow swim team members.
However, when Robyn returned from the lake there were limited opportunities for sex. Then her parents returned from their business trip and they left for vacation with Tracy in tow, leaving Robyn behind.
Robyn was sunning by the pool when I stopped to visit.
“Hey, what’s happening?” she said cheerfully mimicking a popular sitcom line of that era.
“Not much.” I stated in an even tone.
“I hope Tracy wasn’t a pain in the ass last week.” she said sympathetically.
Just the mention of Tracy’s name made my pussy twitch.
“Naw, no sweat.” I replied.
Robyn leaned on the edge of lounger with serious a look on her face. I had known her since 1st grade and something was bothering her.
“What’s up? You look like your puppy dog just died.” I asked with concern.
“Did anything happen at the lake?” I inquired curiously.
“No, everything was fine.” She said in an absent minded way.
“Did Benny do something wrong?” I demanded angrily.
“No, he was a perfect gentlemen.” She answered with assurance.
Robyn changed the subject and her mood lightened considerably.
The same week Tracy left for vacation, I started working part time at a popular clothing store in the mall. The parade of sexy young women into and out of the fitting rooms had my imagination working overtime. On more than one occasion, I daydreamed about Tracy’s tasty young pussy and dampened my panties.
On a busy Saturday morning, Carly, one of my gymnastics teammates from high school walked in the store. After an exchange of pleasantries, she explained that she was searching for a new and more provocative bikini. I gathered up several suits in her size and waited outside the fitting room. We reminisced about school thru the door as Tracy tried on the swimwear. I was rehashing a funny story about a fellow teammate, when I heard her ask for assistance.
“Can you help me decide which one looks the best.” She asked in a needy voice.
I entered the fitting room and gaped at Carly. Her body had matured since high school. She had nice muscle tone, an attractive face and sexy curves.
“She’s not an “A” cup anymore.” I mused to myself
I sat on the far bench and appraised each suit with honesty. She made no attempt to cover up between changes and the sight of her naked body was turning my insides to jello. The contrast of her alabaster skin with the dark brunette hair was a huge turn on.
It was a well known fact that she explored her bi side with other team members in high school. I was hoping that she still had the itch because I wanted to scratch it.
Finally, a muted green string bikini looked the best.
“Thanks.” She said with gratitude and blushed ever so slightly.
As Carly paid for the new bikini at the register, I grabbed my purse to go on break. I was headed for the women’s rest room and a rendezvous with my fingers. Watching Carly in the changing room had turned my loins fiery and moist.
When I passed her at the register, I heard her voice behind me.
“Do you have time for a coffee or soda at the food court?” She asked with some urgency.
“Sure do.” I replied eagerly.
We reminisced about our time on the team and laughed at some of the shenanigans that we perpetrated on our coach, Mrs. Ericsson. All too soon my break ended and Carly invited me to her home for a swim.
“I get off work at 5pm. Is six ok?” I asked politely.
At six, I rang the doorbell and Carly answered wearing the new bikini. Unless my instincts were dead wrong, she was my next conquest or vice versa. It was the perfect opportunity as her parents were away for the evening.
We sat on the pool deck sipping wine coolers and continued our conversation about school. Carly had undoubtedly changed since high school. She was confident and outgoing with a more feminine appearance.
We were both tipsy as we splashed and cavorted in the pool. In a mocking voice, Carly stood in the shallow end and sang the school alma mater. When it concluded, she executed the standard jumping cheers. In her exuberance, her top loosened and dropped off her chest. I gazed with lust as her nipples hardened into bullets from the cool air.
Carly leaned against the side with her chest thrust proudly forward. The erotic sight inflamed my libido and her eyes had a beckoning look. I palmed her nipples and delicately squeezed the surrounding flesh.
Carly groaned in appreciation when my tongue plopped out, dripping saliva and lathed the straining buds.
“OOH! That feels good!” Carly moaned lustily.
Carly held my head and gasped as I toiled on her cute titties. I lustily slathered and sucked the hardened protrusions until she humped her mound against my thigh. She was ready.
I told Carly to hop up on the pool deck and spread a towel for her butt. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation with an anxious look on her face. Slowly, I pulled her bottoms off and nuzzled her trimmed brown bush. Her womanly fragrance drifted into my nostrils as I nibbled her moist sensitive folds.
Carly made little growling noises in her throat as I slurped her soggy slit. I lifted her butt for better leverage and dove into her gasping gash.
My tongue lashed every centimeter of her succulent snatch and she howled her approval.
“OH God! Eat my pussy!” She hollered.
Carly threw her legs over my shoulders and bucked her juice bloated slice until tiny drops of girl goo spattered my face. With zealous need, I swallowed her tart/creamy fluids down my appreciative throat.
“Suck my pussy Jane.” She roared and mashed her engorged box on my mouth.
Carly’s head whipped from side to side as I sucked her foaming hole with demonic intensity. Her body shook like a tree in a gale force wind as my mouth engulfed her boiling box.
“Oh God! OH! It’s incredible” She shouted at the top of her lungs and rode my lashing tongue with wild abandon.
Carly’s sexy bod stiffened and quaked for a minute or longer.
“Goddamn! You eat pussy like it’s your last meal.” Carly panted with admiration.
I’m sure I had a satisfied look on my sticky cum coated face. My bi curious lust was sated; for the moment.
I followed Carly into the kitchen where she nimbly extracted two wine coolers from the fridge. As we sat enjoying the liquid refreshment, she gave my body the once over. I looked into her fascinating grey eyes and realized they were filled with hunger.
Carly’s mouth was slightly open and she was breathing heavier than normal when I shed my bikini and stood naked before her. With my athletic background, I was slender and small breasted. I usually wore my blonde hair pulled back in a French Twist and rarely shaved or groomed my privates.
Carly directed me to sit on the counter top and I spread my legs for her view. She leaned in for a closer look and I felt her hot breath on my sensitive lips. When her tongue traversed the entire length of my slit, hot currents of sensation pulsed in my pussy.
I had boyfriend’s who ate me frequently but they were neophytes when compared to an experienced girl like Carly. She ate me with ferocity and precision. I hooted and howled while intense bolts of unadulterated pleasure seared into my gash.
My eyes were riveted on Carly’s tongue as it danced and whirled thru every fold and crease of my throbbing slit.
“Oh God!” I shrieked.
While Carly sucked my gushing hole with unrestrained lust, I threw my head back from the sheer ecstasy and moaned in one long wail. Her expertise was awe inspiring and I ground my swollen snatch all over her face.
When I exploded the waves of my orgasm increased in intensity until they reached a mind bending crescendo. I lost track of time as I quivered and quaked with each contraction.
Carly refused to stop and worked my pussy into another gurgling pot of girl cum. When her tongue found my clit, strong sensations coursed thru my body and sizzled deep in my box.
“Fuck! I’m cuming again!” I howled like a coyote.
As the contractions subsided, I sagged back against the cabinets too weak to stand.
“That was fantastic!” I declared with high regard for her proficiency.
Carly gave me a knowing smile and embraced me with tenderness. It was the start of a quasi-relationship that ended with her return to college.
As much as I loved feasting on Tracy, the mutual give and take that I shared with Carly was ultimately more satisfying.
In late August, Carly left for college back east and I instantly felt lonely. I was sunning by Robyn’s pool with a glum look.
“Are you feeling blue?” Robyn asked with concern.
“Vacations almost over and its back to college.” I stated as a half truth.
Robyn looked at me as though she was mulling over something in her mind.
“Benny and I are going up to Spencer’s Lake this weekend. Come with us. Please?” She said in a little girl voice.
“No way, three’s a crowd.” I said with conviction.
“Why not? It’ll be fun. Please? Pretty please?” She begged.
I wasn’t convinced but I valued Robyn’s friendship and didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
Spencer’s Lake was known for its beauty and seclusion. Benny picked a perfect spot for the tent and we ran to the inviting water. The weather was perfect and we swam until our skin was wrinkly.
Although I was having fun, I missed Carly and my mood turned sullen. Robyn did her best to cheer me up but I never told her the reason for my depression.
At dusk, we were sitting by the fire when Benny produced his pipe.
“How ’bout a little smoke?” He said with a sly look on his face.
Now, I was a casual or infrequent pot smoker. I liked drinking beer and wine but rarely did I get drunk or over imbibe. Benny had a deserved reputation as a connoisseur of weed and after two tokes, my head was spinning like a child’s top.
In just a few minutes we were stoned off our gourds and I got a serious case of the giggles that had my sides aching. Benny wanted to go skinny dipping because the night air was warm and sticky. He fired up the pipe and we merrily shed our clothes.
We swam out to the diving platform and took turns creating the silliest dives we could execute. Benny performed a completely ridiculous dive and based on difficulty, was declared the winner. He stood to take a bow and I marveled at the length of his flaccid penis, very impressive.
In a formal stage voice, Benny bid us adieu.
“My apologies dear ladies but I must rest my weary bones.”
Benny swam back to shore leaving Robyn and I alone. We lay on our backs staring at the canopy of stars overhead until Robyn turned on her side and gazed at me with an odd expression. She was reticent for several minutes.
“What?” I asked quietly.
“We’ve been friends for a long time, right?” she asked nervously.
“Yeah. Why?” I wondered aloud.
“So, we can ask each other anything, right?” She inquired with an unsteady voice.
“Sure.” I replied.
Robyn hesitated for a few seconds.
“Have you ever made it with another girl?” She asked with a bashful look.
I had eaten a lot of pussy during the summer and saw little reason for deception.
“Yes.” I answered softly.
“Did you like it?” she asked with intense curiosity.
“Yeah, I liked it a lot.” I stated with honesty.
“Before I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell anyone.” She stated demandingly.
I hesitated and grumbled my dissatisfaction. I thought the idea of “promising” was ridiculous.
“Promise you won’t breathe a word to Tracy or anyone else.” She implored.
“Robyn, you know I think this is childish.” I stated with a disapproving tone.
“Promise Jane.” She demanded.
“Ok, I promise.” I said sarcastically.
Robyn took a deep breath and lowered her voice to a whisper.
“Do you remember when Benny and I went to the lake with Debbie and Nate?” She asked.
“Yeah.” I answered quickly.
“One night, Debbie and Nate got shit faced and decided to go skinny dipping. They were in the water yelling for Benny and me to come in. Benny grabs the pipe and we wade out to them and start smoking some primo hash.”
Robyn looked around to see if anyone was listening.
“Robyn, we’re in the middle of the lake.” I said with frustration and she continued.
“After two or three tokes we are sky high and I mean ‘high’. The guys swim out to the boat dock leaving Debbie and I on the diving platform with the pipe. We splash around for a while and get out for another toke or two. We’re lying on the platform butt naked and I notice that Debbie’s checking me out. But, instead of me getting angry, it was turning me on.
Debbie Masters was an attractive brunette with a slim body but Robyn was pretty with a svelte and toned figure sculpted by years of competitive swimming.
“The simple fact that Debbie was looking at my body made me feel all tingly and damp. She was reclining on the platform, grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat, when out of the blue she asked me if I’d ever been with girl. If there’d been enough light, she would have seen me blush.”
Robyn stopped for a moment and took a huge swallow from her beer bottle. “Debbie told me to follow her so we swam back to shore and ended up in her tent. I was shivering from the cold water and night air when Debbie opened her sleeping bag and gestured for me to join her. I was high as a kite and the sensation of her body against mine was making me horny as hell.”
Robyn looked down for a moment but continued.
“I’d never been with a girl but I was curious.” She said shyly.
“What happened?” I asked when I already knew the answer.
“She, ah…performed oral sex on me.” She said in a hesitant voice.
“Were you grossed out?” I asked probingly.
“No. I thought I would be but I really enjoyed it.” she said in a low but excited tone of voice.
“I enjoyed it so much that I let her eat me a couple times a day. She would have done it more if I wanted.” She said timidly but with a lively edge to her voice.
“Was Benny pissed.” I asked in an inquisitive tone.
“Naw, he jerked off each time.” She stated with a chuckle.
Robyn’s mood brightened.
“The night before we left, he admitted that he loved watching Debbie’s head between my thighs.” She said with amusement.
Robyn insisted that I promise again and with my eyes rolling heavenward, I did as she asked.
Robyn’s revelation had dampened my pussy and I wanted to finger myself. Then it dawned on me that while she was getting “lip service” at the lake, I was doing the same thing to her sister.
“As much as I love having sex with Benny, I can’t stop thinking about Debbie eating me. It was fantastic!” She said wistfully.
A hunger for pussy overtook me and my gaze drifted to Robyn’s crotch. She looked at me with surprise and I licked my lips.
“You want to…” She asked incredulously.
“Oh yes!” I answered enthusiastically.
Robyn’s shyness was appealing and she giggled coyly. We smoked another hit on the pipe for the jitters but it was mostly for Robyn.
Robyn leaned back on her elbows and opened her thighs for me. She had an athletic but feminine body that radiated sensuality. While not the raw beauty like her sister, she was very sexy.
As soon as I leaned towards Robyn’s crotch, her scent filled my nostrils. I grasped her ass, drawing it closer and nuzzled her pussy.
“Oh Jane!” she groaned as I mouthed her soft furry mound.
With skill that I learned over the summer, I leisurely slurped Robyn’s moist flesh until her pussy oozed with tangy juice. While Tracy liked it fast and furious, my intuition directed me to a much gentler approach.
With Robyn’s constant moans and groans, I knew I was on the right track.
“Oh Jane, that feels wonderful.” she said breathlessly.
I gently probed Robyn’s soggy hole and elicited louder moans from her. When I lifted her cute little ass higher, I ran my dripping tongue up and down the length of her crack, stopping to probe her butt hole.
“Oh my God!” she yelled.
I took my time licking Robyn’s hot ass and she panted like a race horse after winning the Kentucky Derby.
I was lowering Robyn’s butt and refocusing on her pussy when she rotated her body until we were in a sixty nine. Without any prompting from me, she licked me with a novice’s determination.
Robyn’s silky tongue gently slid thru my wet folds and sent shivers up and down my spine. An irresistible desire to please her flooded my being. For a long time, we devoured each other, refusing to stop.
My breath was returning to normal after my second orgasm when I looked at Robyn and realized that my heart was thumping in my chest. She gazed at me with adoring eyes and we fell into each others arms.
We lay on the platform holding each other and kissing ardently. What had started as lustful want had evolved into something entirely different. Robyn was looking at me with real affection.
“Jane?” She asked with a smile.
“Yes?” I inquired.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked very sweetly.
“How glad I am to be here with you.” I said with uncharacteristic emotion.
“Me too!” she cried and we kissed with enthusiasm.
Robyn had been my best friend for as long as I could remember but that night we connected on a much deeper level. I felt closer to her than any other human being on the planet. The experience deepened a strong bond that existed between us and brought us together as lovers.
As we swam back to the tent, loving feelings enveloped me. We spent the night in my sleeping bag; holding, touching and kissing. The next morning, Robyn asked Benny to leave and to my great surprise he agreed.
The next five days were a romantic idyll that I have yet to repeat. Daily, we showered together at the women’s bath house, giggling and laughing like schoolgirls as we soaped each others body and pinched butts.
We took long walks on the trails with Robyn pulling me aside for frequent make out sessions. One day an older lady saw us in a lip lock.
“My word!” she stated huffily.
We just laughed and shrugged it off.
At night, we swam naked out to the diving platform and lay in each others arms, staring at the majestic firmament overhead. Our love for each other defied convention but was as real and genuine as the wood platform we lay on.
With the sounds of nature resonating in the night air, our passion filled lovemaking burned white hot and lasted until the wee hours before dawn.
When we parted for different colleges in September, it was heart rending. In the privacy of my room, we embraced as tears glided down our cheeks. We wrote to each other often and tried to keep our affair alive during holidays and vacations. But, gradually it slipped away.
Our families were a major obstacle. My parents were staunch Reagan Republicans and looked down on anyone who didn’t follow their strict code of morals and ethics. To them it was a forgone conclusion that I would marry (preferably a man with the same political convictions) and raise a family.
Robyn’s parents held similar views. Her mother, always friendly and warm, now regarded me with cool detachment when I was at Robyn’s home. I was positive that her mother was aware of our new found love and my suspicions were confirmed the following summer. They insisted that she accept an eight week internship with a biological research firm in Colorado.
I argued with Robyn that this was an attempt by her folks to keep us apart.
“But Jane, my father went to a lot of trouble to get me this internship. It’s a wonderful opportunity.” She said in a calming voice.
When Robyn left, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our relationship was nearly over. I sulked and moped around the house until I got a summer job at the Community Center camp for kids. It occupied my days but at night I yearned to be with her.
Robyn returned for two weeks at the end of August but I saw precious little of her until the final weekend. It was enough time to reconnect and while the flame of passion burned bright, a feeling of hopelessness for a future together had crept into the equation.
Someone once said that long distance romances were doomed from the start and ours was no exception. I returned to college for my senior year in a disheartened mood. I wrote letters to Robyn but none came in return until October. She wrote about a guy she had met and fallen in love with. I was crushed beyond words and for a long time, I grieved and pined for Robyn. We remained friends but we saw each other only occasionally.
A month before graduation, I met Seth and had a brief but torrid affair. He was eager and I was drunk the night we fucked without protection. Unbeknownst to me, as I walked down the aisle to accept my diploma, I was pregnant.
A furor of biblical proportions erupted with my parents. They wanted me to get an abortion but I steadfastly refused. I told them I would leave to spare them any embarrassment and they accepted. But, at least they had the courtesy to find me a place to live. In frustration, they sent me to an aunt in San Jose.
Seth refused to have any contact with me and I felt abandoned. He was my daughter’s sperm donor and nothing more.
Thanks to my Aunt Judith’s support (she was the complete political opposite of my mom and dad) I gave birth to my daughter Faith. For many years her love and kindness were an invaluable source of comfort to me.
I was estranged from my parents and had to find my way in the world with a young child. It was a difficult struggle but I succeeded. Over time, the estrangement from my mother and father was repaired but never healed. It improved solely because Faith wanted to meet her Grammy and Gramps.
At first, Faith simply asked to visit them. I made up excuses why we couldn’t and she would drop the subject. However, one day she made a comment that caught me off guard.
“Mommy can we visit Grammy and Gramps?” she asked brightly.
I gave her the old line that they lived too far away and were very busy.
“Don’t they like us mommy?” She asked me with a hurt expression.
My heart squeezed in my chest and tears enveloped my eyes. For the first time in several years I reached out to my parents. My first visit was awkward but Faith won their hearts.
It was during a visit to my folks one Christmas that I ran into Robyn at the grocery store. Faith was sitting in the shopping cart pointing to everything she wanted me to buy and pulling it off the shelves.
“Mommy I want Fruit Loops.” She demanded and flung the box into the cart.
“Baby, we have Frosted Flakes and Cocoa Puffs. I’m not buying Fruit Loops too.” I said in a parental voice.
Faith crossed her arms with a huffy expression on her adorable face. As I turned to put the box back on the shelf, I saw Robyn and her mother at the meat counter. My heart nearly burst out of my chest but I hastily pushed the cart to a different aisle.
The thought of a teary reunion with her mother present horrified me. But escape was impossible when they turned up the same aisle. Robyn’s mother greeted me with a chilly air and turned her attention to Faith.
Robyn and I embraced and looked deep into each others eyes.
“Hey you!” She said with emotion.
“It’s good to see you.” I answered with affection in my voice.
I managed to keep my emotions in check and we spoke briefly until Faith wanted Robyn to hold her. She chattered like a magpie and I had to rescue Robyn lest Faith chew her ear off.
We parted with promises of getting together but it never happened. My life had changed dramatically and there was no going back or resurrecting the past. But, the love I had felt for Robyn that beautiful week at Spencer’s Lake was still in my heart.
When I put Faith down for her nap, I went to my room and sobbed with gut wrenching emotion. Robyn’s love was irreplaceable and although I had lovers of both sexes over the years nothing came close to the incandescent glow that I felt with her.
I was in the kitchen sipping tea when I heard Faith talking excitedly on her cell phone in the hallway.
“Hold on a sec Christa, let me ask my mom.” She said in bubbly voice.
Faith ran into the room with her hand over the speaker portion.
“Mom, is it ok if Christa spends a few days with us?” She asked with yearning in her voice.
“Sure baby.” I said in a comforting tone.
“Thanks mom.” She gushed and pecked me on the cheek.
As Faith left the room talking excitedly to Christa, I reflected on life’s unexpected twists and turns.
My Aunt Judith told me that faith is an important ingredient in life’s journey. I was six months pregnant with a small pot belly, sitting in her breakfast nook and thoroughly despondent. In the span of one year, I had lost my parent’s, my friends and my beloved Robyn.
“My dear have faith in your abilities. They will carry you far in life. Have faith in me. I will help you thru this difficult time.” She stated with authority and took my hands in hers.
I looked into Aunt Judith’s eyes and saw her strength of character. She had suffered thru the loss of her husband and son. Both were young when they died and under tragic circumstances. Alone in the world, she never grumbled or complained about her lot in life.
“Never lose faith in yourself. It will give you the courage to carry on when the struggle seems too great a burden to bear.” She said in a soothing voice and embraced me.
As I broke down and bawled with intensity, I felt like a lost child who suddenly found some solace and protection from the hard cruel world.
Faith strode back into the room with a serene look and put her arms around me.
“Mom thanks soo much! You can’t imagine how much this means to me.” She exclaimed in an ecstatic voice.
“Yes I can baby. Yes I can.” I said in a soft reassuring voice and hugged her tight.