Loading...The computer monitor blinked with activity. A finger rolled down the mouse and information scrolled on the screen. Blue and black text intertwined in a maze of records.
“Where are you, Doctor Hile?” A soft voice whispered.
The question did not require an answer. But, the girl would get her answer. She always got her answer.
Half way down the page, she stopped. An underlined block of blue text read: “…Dr. David Hile, cardiologist…”
She smiled and clicked on the link.
Katie Sherwood watched as the hospital’s web site opened. The banner heading “Cardiology” was followed by a row of links and a page full of text. Down the left side of the page was another set of links: Home, News, Staff…
She clicked on Staff. A new page flashed on the screen and a series of pictures accompanied bios of heart doctors at the hospital. There, amongst them, was Dr. David Hile, M.D., Ph.D.
“There you are,” Katie said. “Aren’t you fine?”
The 19-year-old girl stared at the photo. He couldn’t have been more than 32 or 33, or more beautiful. His dark blonde hair was brushed neatly back, with just a hint of something…a gel, perhaps…holding it in place.
“What do you look like naked, Dr. Hile? What do you and Kristen look like naked together in the shower?”
Kristen Hile. Just the name made Katie horny.
Kristen Hile was Katie’s latest project. And Katie needed to know what her competition was. Dr. David Hile was going to be stiff competition.
She smiled to herself at the unexpected pun playing in her mind.
You see, Katie Sherwood had an unusual hobby. She collected women, preferably married straight women. Once under her control, Katie convinced the married woman that she (the married woman) was bisexual and that she needed the special love that only another bisexual woman (Katie) could provide.
Katie loved challenges. The beautiful Kristen with the beautiful, rich husband and two beautiful kids was going to be a challenge.
The young temptress had some advantages: she was relentless, aggressive and far from ugly. Katie had short brunette hair, small breasts and an athlete’s hard body. She was sexy in a feminine sort of way. Women wouldn’t consider her intimidating, especially after being seduced by the soft, sweet voice and penetrating eyes.
The part of the game—or, project—that Katie liked most was when the woman played hard to get. This occurred virtually every time at the outset, but when the prize was especially hard to claim it turned Katie on even more.
One of the biggest stumbling blocks facing Katie was time. She attended evening classes at the local community college studying psychology. During the day, she worked part-time at a day care center. Finding time to bury her tongue in the sweet pussy of a married woman was not easy. But, starting tomorrow Katie was going to get serious with Mrs. Hile.
When young medical resident David Hile was ready to get married, he wanted a wife that his looks, profession and place in society entitled him to. He found it in Kristen Peters, a gorgeous strawberry blonde with full breasts, tight ass and long legs. Now 28, Kristen was the mother of a four-year-old son and three-year-old daughter.
She had everything she could possibly ask for. Except, perhaps, more of David’s time. His long hours kept him away from Kristen and the kids for extended periods. When he was at home, it was often to sleep before his next shift.
Kristen grew frustrated, but realized her husband’s hours would settle down as his career did. It was Tuesday and Kristen was heading out the door, a bag over her shoulder and a child’s little hand in each of hers.
“Mommy, will Miss Sherwood be there today?” the little girl asked, trailing a half step behind her mother and brother.
“I think so, hon. Why?”
“Is this Tuesday?” the little girl asked.
Kristen opened the car door and watched her daughter crawl up into the seat. Before closing the door, she answered her daughter’s question. “Yes.”
The girl’s face shined up at her mother. “Good. Miss Sherwood lets us choose the stories on Tuesdays.”
Kristen smiled back at her daughter. Behind them, her son had managed to open the door, throw in his backpack and jump inside.
“You in, Kyle?”
“Yep.”
Kristen looked for legs and slammed the door shut.
Kyle and Carly actually enjoyed day care. The Hiles had done considerable research and were impressed with the facilities and staff at Kids Matter. Both took a quick liking to the young Miss Sherwood and her seemingly endless energy.
Kristen backed the car out of the drive and made a mental inventory of what she would need for the meeting she had at 10 a.m. As a volunteer at the Humane Society, she was learning that meetings generally meant more work. But, the same was true at the abused women’s shelter and senior center she volunteered at. So, she was used to it. It helped immensely that the kids liked day care.
On this day, Kyle was in the mood to verbally poke jabs at his sister. He would have used a more physical approach had he not been strapped into the back seat. Kristen twice broke her train of thought to caution the young boy. Otherwise, the kids’ mutual taunting went unheeded.
The Lexus SUV veered into the day care parking lot. The tires squealed faintly on the payment, which gave reason for Kyle to yell at his mother. Kristen dreaded the day David had made a fuss about a similar incident while she was driving, just to get a laugh out of the kids. Now it was a ritual.
They all hastily piled out of the car and walked toward the door, hand in hand, backpacks swinging freely. Once inside, the kids immediately ran to the room where Katie was sure to be waiting. Kristen followed more sedately behind them, her shoes clicking on the tiled floor of the hallway.
By the time Kristen got to the room, the kids were already returning from the shelf where backpacks were randomly strewn. Katie was standing in the center of the room, attempting to find space to walk around prone children, books and pillows.
She smiled at Kristen as the woman entered. Eventually, they met in one of the few open spaces left in the room.
“Hi,” Katie nearly shouted above the din.
Kristen returned the greeting and added, “I should only be a couple hours.”
“OK,” Katie said. “Seniors today?”
“No. Humane Society.”
“I think that would be fun. But, I like people better than animals,” Katie said.
“Trust me. If you volunteer, you deal with people plenty. Sometimes I prefer the animals,” Kristen said with a sour look.
Katie laughed. A hand tugged on her jeans and she looked down at Carly.
“What, hon?” Katie asked.
“Can we read today?”
“Of course. And you get to choose, right?” Katie said excitedly.
“Uh huh. I already know what I want,” the little girl said.
“OK. I’ll be there in a minute. Let me talk to your Mom.”
Carly returned to the knot of kids behind Katie.
Kristen said, “I’ll take you to the pound one day and you can see if you’d like it.”
Katie smiled broadly. “That would be great. I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Oh, you don’t have to.” Kristen suggested a day next week and it seemed to fit Katie’s calendar.
“How dressed up do I have to be? I don’t own anything this nice,” Katie said, running her hand over the sleeve of Kristen’s blouse. The hand rested on the arm an extra second or two and the young woman looked up at the other through thick eyelashes.
Kristen debated quickly in her mind how to answer without offending Katie. “Wear anything. You might have dogs jumping up on you, so don’t make it too fancy.”
“Well, you always look so great….” Katie let the sentence fade without finishing. Her eyes followed Kristen’s body from shoulders to toes, and back up.
“How are classes going for you?” The question was clearly an attempt by Kristen to change the subject and Katie complied.
“Oh, fine. Midterms are next week, so I need to study before then.”
Kristen looked concerned. “Really? Would it be better to visit the Humane Society this week then?”
“Actually. Yes.” Katie hoped the dishonesty of the statement wouldn’t be too obvious. But, the idea of spending some time with this woman as quickly as possible appealed to her.
“When?” Kristen asked.
“Uh, tomorrow is no good. But, how about Thursday?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
Katie said with a devilish grin, “I get off here at noon. Do you trust the kids with anyone else?”
“I guess I’ll have to. Want me to pick you up?” Kristen asked.
“Sure. That would be great,” Katie said.
A few minutes later Mrs. Hile was on her way to her meeting and the young Katie Sherwood was reading with Carly. Her mind, however, was on Carly’s mother.
More care than normal went into Katie’s selection of clothes on Thursday morning. She wore her usual tight jeans, but chose an uncommonly low cut shirt. She would be particularly careful, she told herself, not to get painted by one of the kids, which happened more than she would like to admit during the week.
The morning seemed to drag on endlessly. Finally, at five minutes to noon, Katie began turning the kids over to the afternoon shift. A couple minutes later she had her purse over her shoulder and was standing outside the front door waiting for Kristen.
When Kristen’s SUV pulled to a stop in front of Katie, the woman got out and meticulously lowered each child from the car and helped them inside. The kids had been duly warned their favorite teacher would not be there, but the disappointment was still evident.
It was nonstop chatter during the fifteen-minute drive to the humane society offices. After arriving at the pound, Kristen was the perfect host and guide. Katie realized quickly that Kristen was well liked at the society. Other volunteers, as well as the few paid employees, greeted them with smiles and offers of “inside” tours.
By the time they left an hour later, Katie knew everything there was to know about the place. And she was hungry. So, it was welcome news when Kristen suggested they have lunch next.
They agreed on a soup/sandwich/salad place they both frequented and headed that way. It was late enough when they arrived for the lunch crowd to have pretty much deserted the restaurant. After ordering from the counter and picking up their food, they located a booth and settled in.
Katie had envisioned this as being her best opportunity during the day to test how far she could go with Kristen. It didn’t take her long to find out. During a discussion of Katie’s recent dates, Katie asked her companion about married life.
“So, what’s it like being married to a doctor?”
Kristen looked at the girl, chewed a little longer to buy time, and said, “It’s OK. I wish we had more time together, but that’s OK.”
It clearly wasn’t OK and Katie pounced.
“You get bored?” Katie asked innocently.
“Not bored,” Kristen was quick to respond. “I have the kids. I have plenty to do. It’s just…well, sometimes our schedules don’t match up very well.”
Rightly or not, Katie understood that to mean their sex life was screwed up. But then, Katie could interpret almost anything to involve someone’s sex life. She liked to take fortune cookies from Chinese restaurants and add “…in bed” to the end of them to see if that made them any more interesting.
“Ahh. I’m sure that can get frustrating.” Katie’s emphasis on the last word got her point across. She made sure to bury her eyes in her salad to avoid any recoil from Kristen.
There was silence for a few seconds.
“Do you go out with anyone?” Katie asked.
This time she looked for Kristen’s reaction. At first there was a blank stare. Kristen was apparently trying to determine if Katie actually meant men, as it sounded, or just friends.
“I have a few friends. Other volunteers, mostly. We get together sometimes. It’s hard with the kids.”
Katie saw an opening and decided it was time.
“Have you ever dated a woman?”
The incredulous look in Kristen’s eyes was piercing.
“Katie Sherwood.” As soon as she said it, Kristen looked above the walls of the booth to make sure nobody was within close proximity. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Is that a no?” The innocence on Katie’s face was exceeded only by the inquisitiveness.
“Of course it’s a no,” Kristen quickly relied. Then, without thinking, she asked, “Have you?”
As soon as she said it, Kristen knew it was a mistake. The beam in Katie’s eyes gave away the answer long before it left her lips.
“Actually, yes,” Katie said. “You should try it.”
Kristen smiled, almost laughed. “With you?”
“Why not?” The younger woman pulled her fork sensuously from her mouth and waited for an answer before chewing. The answer didn’t come, so she ate before choking on the salad.
“Because I’m married…and have kids.”
Katie looked at her friend and scowled. “So?” It was uttered the way a twelve year old would answer her mother.
Kristen wanted to answer, but couldn’t find a more convincing way to put it. She said nothing, instead.
“Kristen, listen to me.” The words alone caused the women’s eyes to lock together dramatically. Katie leaned forward. “I have dated married women. I love married women. They are passionate and caring. You are beautiful…and married. I want to date you and I WILL date you. It’s only a matter of time before you submit to me.”
Kristen opened her mouth, but Katie continued before she could say anything.
“You think you’ve had good sex with your husband. But, you haven’t lived until you taste my breasts and feel the nipples get hard as you suck on them. Or until you feel my tongue all over your tits, sliding down your body until my mouth’s between your legs.”
While she was talking, Katie kicked off one shoe. Now she let her foot touch Kristen’s leg, high on the calf. The older woman’s entire body shuddered at the unexpected contact.
“Think about having an orgasm without worrying about a man. Without feeling like your role is to please him. Kristen, I could make you scream with pleasure.”
Katie’s breasts were pressed against the table as she talked, pushing out of the top of her shirt until nearly exposed. Kristen took a deep breath and settled back into her seat.
She put her napkin on the table.
“We better get going,” she said, fumbling for her purse.
Katie smiled and slid her shoe back on. The women rose from the booth and walked silently out to the SUV.
The ride back to Katie’s car was tense and hushed. Kristen found herself repeating Katie’s little speech over and over in her head. “Married women…taste my breast…between your legs…your role…scream with pleasure.”
Katie thanked the other woman for the tour and lunch. After retrieving the kids and with one last naïve smile, Katie watched the vehicle circle out of the parking lot.
The next couple weeks were traumatic for Kristen Hile. She avoided Katie like the plague and continuously denied to herself that she would ever have sex with another woman. But, whenever she saw Katie she looked at her in a different way. At times Kristen would look at Katie and imagine her in bed with a woman—licking and kissing. In the shower she even visualized a pair of hands wrapping around her from behind and fondling her breasts. Then she would admonish herself for ever having such thoughts.
Dr. David Hile sensed a change in his wife. She seemed more harried than normal, even a little bit agitated. He certainly didn’t mind that she clung to him more closely when they were together, but something wasn’t right. With Mother’s Day approaching, he saw an opportunity to make things right again. He decided to stop at the day care on his way home one afternoon and talk to Katie.
Mother’s Day morning arrived with presentations of hand-made greetings from the kids and kisses all around. When things settled down, David took the opportunity to give Kristen his “present.”
“Your gift is a little bit different this year,” he began. A surprised smile crossed his wife’s face. “I know its time consuming and bothersome taking the kids to day care and all…”
“No it isn’t,” Kristen interrupted.
David started up again. “So, I decided to hire a nanny for the kids.”
Immediately, Carly chimed in, “What’s a nanny?”
“It’s someone who will stay with you at home during the day and when Mommy’s away,” David said.
“But we like Miss Sherwood,” Kyle whined.
“Yeah,” Carly voiced in agreement.
“Well, good. Because how would you like Miss Sherwood to be your nanny?”
Both children screamed their approval simultaneously and ran to their father, hugging him and cheering.
Kristen was numb. She wasn’t sure what look was on her face, but when David finally gazed at her she tried to manage a smile. The kids ran out of the room and could be heard whooping all the way up the steps.
“It will be perfect,” David explained. “The kids adore her. Katie has all kinds of free time during the day. And, she needs the money for college. She agreed to it last week and said she can start any time.”
Kristen looked down at the crayon drawings the kids had given her. Then back up at David.
“Thanks, hon.” She felt if she said anything else she might cry. And not from joy. The young couple hugged and David kissed his wife.
“Happy Mother’s Day.”
It wasn’t until late that night that Kristen had time to seriously think about the situation. She and David made love on the couch after the kids were in bed and now she lay in her own bed staring at the dark ceiling. David’s head lay on her shoulder and his hand rested on her breast.
She felt compelled to tell her husband what the 19-year-old was up to. But she didn’t want to appear ungrateful for David’s generosity. Kristen weighed the pros and cons of upsetting either Katie or David, and decided she just needed to be firm with Katie. She would tell the girl she wasn’t attracted to her and that Katie would have to go elsewhere for her sexual pleasures.
It sounded so simple in the quiet darkness of the bedroom. The difficult part was convincing Kristen Hile she didn’t want Katie around.
Katie was scheduled to start the week after Mother’s Day, as the day care had a replacement for her already working part time. Kristen both dreaded and yearned for the day to come. She dreaded it for the fact she would have to confront the girl and yearned for it to get it over with.
Monday morning came and Kyle and Carly ran to the door when the doorbell rang at 9 a.m. They were all over Katie as she entered the house with her book bag on her back. Kristen managed a smile, which did not compare to the beaming face of the new nanny. This was not going to be easy, Kristen told herself.
Around lunchtime when the kids had settled down a little and Kristen saw that Katie was not occupied, she asked the girl to join her in the living room. They sat on opposite ends of the couch, both unsure of what would be said next.
Kristen started. “Katie, I’m glad David contacted you about this job. I’m glad you could do it and that it will help you with school. But, this is a job. Nothing else. And I expect you to treat it as such.”
Katie was quiet for a moment, her smile neither lessening nor growing. “It’s gonna be cool being with the kids this much. And you.”
“Katie, you’re not going to be with me. I’m not…,” Kristen was cut off by the girl.
“What do you do here all day when you aren’t volunteering?” Katie asked.
Kristen wanted to finish her sentence, but felt more comfortable with Katie’s question. “Well, I clean up after the kids, watch TV, eat.”
“That doesn’t need to change because I’m here,” Katie said. “And I’ll be doing the cleaning up.”
“No. It doesn’t need to change. And I won’t interfere with what you’re doing,” Kristen added.
“Then we’ll have time to talk.”
“Katie…”
“And to get to know each other better.”
The exasperation showed on Kristen’s face. “If you’d rather return to the day care…”
“Oh, I don’t think Dr. Hile would like that. Do you?”
Kristen didn’t need to answer that one.
“I think it would behoove you to make this work and show him how much you appreciate what he did for you,” Katie continued. “I certainly appreciate it. Some day maybe I’ll show him how much.”
Daggers flew from Kristen’s eyes at the remark.
“Keep your hands off him.”
“But Kristen, you know it’s you I want. And I’ll have you. The best part is…you’ll love it but won’t want to admit it.”
“Stop it,” Kristen urged.
“You’ll be saying ‘stop’, but your body will be saying ‘more’.”
Kristen rose from the couch and walked briskly out of the room. A moment later, Katie heard the slamming of a door in a distant corner of the huge house.
The next couple days were uneventful, with the friction between the two women decreasing slightly. Friday was an exceptionally nice mid-May day with warm temperatures and a cloudless sky. Katie showed up wearing shorts and a tank top, hoping to spend a little time beside the Hile’s in ground pool while the kids napped.
At lunch, Kristen surprisingly made an offer for Katie to join her outside if the kids did take a nap. Kristen had thrown a t-shirt over her bikini, but most of her long legs were visible and Katie looked on with envy. Even the woman’s graceful curves were evident under the baggy shirt.
By one o’clock Kyle and Carly were asleep on the floor while a DVD blared on the big screen TV. Katie glanced out toward the pool from the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the half empty pitcher of iced tea and headed outside.
“Refill?” the girl asked Kristen, who reclined on a lounge chair in her swimsuit.
“Sure. Thanks.”
Katie filled the glass that sat next to the chair and then moved to a second lounge chair a few feet away. She adjusted it and sat with the sun shining directly on her face. From this angle, she also had an excellent view of Kristen’s body.
Katie followed the slope of the neck and shoulders down to Kristen’s breasts. They rose gracefully into the bikini top, nipples clearly evident through the material. A flat stomach gave way to full hips and strong thighs. And the legs seemed to go on forever.
Katie’s eyes followed the legs back up to Kristen’s waist, and the colorful material that wrapped around her hips and between her legs. Katie’s little body didn’t compare in the least to the older woman’s. But she was used to that and adapted by learning how to please other women with more than her physical attributes.
About a half hour later Kristen swung her feet onto the ground and walked up to the house, her empty glass in hand. Katie watched the swaying of the woman’s ass as she walked. The thin material of the bikini bottom creeping more toward the center of the splendid cheeks with each step.
Kristen slid open the sliding glass door and disappeared into the kitchen. It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Katie heard the shattering of glass and a loud “Shit” come from inside the house.
The girl jumped out of her chair and ran to the door, which was still open. Kristen was bending over picking up a large piece of glass.
“Be careful,” Katie urged the woman. “Go around through the dining room and get some shoes on, OK? I’ll get the broom.”
Kristen looked over at the girl and noticed she, too, was barefoot.
“OK. But you need shoes…Ouch!” The woman raised her right foot off the floor and grabbed it, hobbling back toward a chair. She fell into the chair and tilted her foot so she could see the underside. A small streak of blood appeared instantly along a slit under the big toe.
“Damn,” Kristen exclaimed.
“I’ll get a towel,” Katie said as she headed for the hall bathroom.
“There are Band-Aids in the closet,” Kristen yelled after her.
Katie dampened a small towel with hot water and found the Band-Aids. She scurried back down the hallway, through the dining room and into the eating area where Kristen sat with her foot resting on her opposite leg. By now a large splotch of blood covered the bottom of the toe and a couple drops were on the floor.
Katie handed the towel to Kristen and began unwrapping a Band-Aid. They were done at about the same time and the toe was enclosed in the bandage. Instinctively, Katie ran her fingers over the injured foot and held it up to inspect it for further damage. She felt the cool underside for more glass before asking to check the other foot. Kristen didn’t refuse.
Once again, the gentle hands of the girl slid over the left foot. She held the foot by the heel and pronounced it free of glass. But before letting it go, she skimmed her hand up the back of Kristen’s calf, watching the leg extend toward her.
Kneeling in front of Kristen, Katie held the leg with both hands, caressing it from the knee to the ankle. Kristen wanted to get up, but she also wanted the sensation running through her leg to continue.
Kristen looked down at the girl stroking her leg. The tank top hung open, revealing most of the little breasts. Katie looked up at her through long, thick eyelashes. At the same time, her hands passed over Kristen’s knee and onto her thigh.
Like the most expert massage therapist, Katie manipulated her fingers over and around the other woman’s thigh. Higher and higher the hands traveled, an inch at a time.
“The kids…” Kristen said in a whisper.
“Are asleep,” Katie finished for her. The thought crossed her mind of suggesting they go to the bedroom. But, she didn’t want Kristen to have an opportunity to back out.
Finally, Katie’s fingers reached the top of the leg and touched the bottom of Kristen’s bikini. The girl was leaning forward and Kristen’s knees hit her chest. Unconsciously, the legs opened slightly and Katie edged forward.
The girl traced the outline of the bikini bottom with a single finger before placing both hands on opposite sides of the woman’s waist. Slowly, she moved her hands upward while shifting ever closer to Kristen. She was between the woman’s legs now and could easily reach any part of Kristen’s body with her lips.
As her hands reached the bottom of Kristen’s breasts, she lifted herself up a little and put her face directly in front of the other woman’s head. Katie rose some more and their lips met.
“Katie,” Kristen said, their mouths still touching. Katie responded by licking Kristen’s opened lips. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Katie murmured the words while continuing to taste Kristen’s lips. Her hands cupped Kristen’s breasts.
If Kristen wanted to say anything else, it was too late. Their mouths closed around each other in a cautious kiss. And as the kiss persisted, Katie added more force. Soon, their tongues clashed and soft whimpers came from both women.
Katie moved her hands to the back of Kristen’s head and pulled her closer. Kristen put her hands on Katie’s back, sliding them up and down the girl’s shirt.
The kiss lasted a full minute before Katie moved to Kristen’s neck, then to her shoulder. The older woman was too stunned from the magnitude of the kiss to admonish the girl for what happened next.
Katie’s lips moved smoothly down Kristen’s upper chest until reaching the top of her left breast. Katie felt the wonderful softness of the full breast as she kissed it, then licked it gently.
The girl’s tongue worked its way down until blocked by the bikini top. With a simple flick of a finger, the material was pulled out of the way and Katie placed her tongue on Kristen’s nipple.
“Please, no,” Kristen muttered. “Please…”
Katie’s mouth had engulfed the nipple and surrounding skin. She licked and sucked delicately while moving her right hand down to the woman’s waist. The fingers of Katie’s hand vanished inside Kristen’s swimsuit and felt for the folds of skin between her legs.
The young woman felt Kristen’s clit and slid her middle finger over it repeatedly while continuing to work on her nipple. Kristen tried to lift her body from the chair, but Katie wouldn’t stop. The woman might as well have been tied to the chair.
“No. Katie.”
Another thirty seconds and Kristen’s body was practically trembling under Katie’s attack. The girl sensed the time was right to make a statement.
Katie withdrew her mouth from Kristen’s breast, but not the hand from her clit.
“Tomorrow,” Katie looked up at the woman and paused, “we are going to continue this in the bedroom. Naked. And you are going to cum like you’ve never cummed before.”
Katie stroked the clit with long, hard rubs. She heard Kristen draw in a quick breath, and hold it. When the woman didn’t talk, Katie pulled out her hand and straightened the top of Kristen’s bikini.
“You have beautiful breasts, Kristen. Tomorrow we’ll visit them again. And your ass. And that wonderful pussy. And you’ll never want me to stop, ever again.”
Katie had moved her body so that her own breasts were just inches away from Kristen’s face. She hovered over her for a moment, watching Kristen’s eyes peer down the tank top. Then, with the grace of a dancer, she backed away and stood in front of the disheveled woman.
“I’ll get the broom,” Katie said, turning away.
That evening, Kristen had difficulty concentrating on even her favorite TV shows. David was at the hospital, so he didn’t distract her. A girl who wasn’t in the house distracted her. The same girl who would be in the house tomorrow and who was expecting something from Kristen she wasn’t sure she could give.
It bothered Kristen that she was debating the issue. It should be plain and simple. Katie was to do her job or she would be asked to leave.
Then the loneliness set in. And the questioning. What would it be like? What if she enjoyed it? Today, in the chair, she didn’t want Katie to stop. What would the girl be like naked in bed?
Oddly, Kristen was more concerned with embarrassing herself or Katie with her lack of experience. She could handle David in bed, in more ways than one. But Katie?
The questioning went on long after Kristen went to bed. More than once she moved her hand down to her pussy and played with her clit the way Katie had. What would her tongue feel like there? She decided she wanted to find out.
In the morning, Kristen caught herself digging in her drawer for a figure-flattering t-shirt and shorts. “Who’s seducing who?” she thought to herself with a smile. So much for playing hard to get.
Katie arrived on time, as usual, dressed in the customary shorts. But, today she had on a sleeveless buttoned shirt that Kristen didn’t remember from before. It hung loosely on Katie’s little body and was short enough to remain untucked and still look neat.
Katie and the kids went through their usual morning routine of reading and videos while Kristen tried to concentrate on volunteer paperwork. She had envelopes to stuff, so that helped keep her occupied. It also gave her mind time to wander into places it hadn’t gone before. Eventually, Kristen had to go out into the yard and water some flowers to get her mind off sex.
The anticipation grew stronger as lunchtime for the kids approached. Was it a coincidence that Katie had the kids being a lot more active this morning than normal? Races were held in the back yard and wrestling was popular. Long naps were in order, Kristen said to herself grinning.
At the table during lunch, Katie had her first opportunity of the day to look closely at Kristen. Only now did the faint outline of the woman’s nipples inside her shirt become evident. She didn’t hide her interest when Kristen caught her looking. Their eyes did the talking.
It was an hour later before the kids were settled in front of the TV, their heads on pillows. Katie watched from the couch as first Carly, then Kyle, nodded off. Silently, Katie slid off the couch and entered the long hallway leading to the computer room, a small bedroom, a bathroom and the master bedroom. She heard the soft tapping of a keyboard in the computer room as she advanced.
Poking her head around the corner of the door, Katie saw Kristen sitting with her back towards her. As she entered, the woman looked quickly over her shoulder and then looked back at the monitor. Kristen’s heart raced and she dropped her hands to the side of the chair to hide her nervousness.
“Nap time,” Katie said softly. She stopped directly behind Kristen’s high back office chair, looking down at the blonde head.
Kristen swiveled the chair around in slow motion until she was facing the girl. Neither moved for a second. Then Katie moved forward, placing her legs outside those of Kristen, which were held tightly together. Katie lowered herself and sat gently on Kristen’s legs.
The girl put her hands on the arms of the chair and leaned ahead. Her lips touched Kristen’s. A kiss did not form until a few seconds later when both women opened their mouths. The softness of the initial contact was soon replaced with a more passionate kiss. Hands reached for bodies and soon only the clothes they wore separated the women.
When the chair creaked loudly, Kristen broke the kiss and said, “Let’s try the bedroom.”
Several thoughts went through Katie’s mind, but she was intent on not spoiling the moment with some smart remark. Instead, she backed away from Kristen and slid her feet back onto the floor. Kristen stood and led the way out the door and across the hall into the immense, bright master bedroom.
Katie stared at the bed with its mirrored bookcase headboard, the beautiful dressers along each wall and the huge window with drapes that hung from just below the ceiling. Overstuffed chairs sat in two corners and a flat screen TV took up much of the wall opposite the bed.
“Wow. What a cool bedroom,” Katie gushed.
“Should I leave you alone then?” Kristen asked mockingly.
The girl immediately understood how childish her remark must have sounded. She had to get her mind back on the task at hand, turning this married woman into a confirmed bisexual lover.
“No. Not at all. That wouldn’t be nearly as much fun,” she said.
Kristen closed the bedroom door. “Then show me what you consider fun.”
The challenge had been made. Katie understood the words to mean, “Convince me love with a woman is as great as you make it sound…or forget any relationship with me.”
In case Kristen was not already sold on the idea, Katie was going to make sure this was not their only time together. She would sacrifice her own pleasure today to convert Kristen.
The women stood less than an arm’s length apart. Katie grabbed Kristen’s hands and pulled them up to the top button of her shirt. “Undress me.”
Kristen’s fingers rested on the top button, her eyes glued to the spot. Katie feared the woman was having second thoughts until she felt the button come undone. At no time did Kristen look at the girl’s face.
The silence in the room was unbroken as the second button was opened. The taller Kristen peered at her own trembling hands as the tanned skin began to appear from underneath the shirt. When she opened the next button her fingers brushed against Katie’s petite breasts.
A few seconds later, Kristen had the shirt completely unbuttoned. It lay open, but revealed very little of the girl’s chest. Kristen slipped her hands inside the shirt just above Katie’s navel. She felt the smooth skin and steady breathing. Finally, she allowed herself to look into Katie’s eyes.
She didn’t see the lust she was used to seeing in David’s eyes when they made love. She saw passion and eagerness; restraint mixed with desire.
Then her hands touched the bottom of Katie’s breasts. The girl’s mouth opened slightly, as if to speak. But she only sighed as the hands continued their journey up and over the breasts. Kristen cupped them in her palms, pushing up on them under the shirt. They felt cool and supple with tiny nipples.
Curiosity overtook her and Kristen pulled open the shirt. The breasts may have been small, but they were perfectly formed and invited the person viewing them to wrap their lips around them. Before treating herself to that pleasure, Kristen drew the shirt off Katie’s shoulders and let it fall off her arms.
She flung it onto a nearby chair and returned her glance to the young girl’s half naked body. She was about to lean down when Katie tenderly placed her hand behind Kristen’s head and drew her closer. Katie arched her back and allowed the woman to place her lips and tongue on a nipple.
From that moment on, there was no need to direct Kristen to do anything.
The woman sucked on one breast while kneading the other soothingly. Katie closed her eyes and tilted her head back, taking in the electric feeling of having one nipple licked and sucked while the other was being squeezed between two fingers.
“Oh, Kristen. That feels so good.” Katie meant the words as encouragement, but the reality of the statement was even stronger.
Kristen accelerated her assault, switching from one breast to the other repeatedly. Her hands moved around the girl’s waist and disappeared inside the back of Katie’s shorts. For an instant, they rested on the top of Katie’s ass, then came back to her breasts.
As much as Katie hated to interrupt what Kristen was doing to her body, she knew she had to let the woman experience some of the same feelings. Katie leisurely grasped the bottom of Kristen’s shirt and lifted it. Kristen didn’t hesitate in lifting her arms and letting the girl pull off the shirt.
Despite having taken one of the breasts in her mouth the day before, Katie was stunned at the magnificence of the pair now fully exposed in front of her. She felt extremely inferior, almost ashamed of her own chest. Yet, the knowledge that she would be enjoying the taste and feel of Kristen’s breasts soon allayed her own insecurities.
Katie had imagined this sight many times in the past. But, the reality of it caused her to pause. Kristen’s blonde hair fell over her shoulders and curled a few inches above the top of the breasts. The longer Katie stood there in a frozen state the wider the grin got on Kristen’s face.
“I thought I was undressing you?” Kristen finally said.
“Yeah. Keep going. I’m just going to stand here and stare for a second.”
The directness of the statement made Kristen giggle out loud. She grabbed the shirt out of Katie’s hand and threw it on top of the other one on the chair.
“Take off your shoes,” Kristen ordered.
Katie stepped out of her shoes like a child, using one foot to hold the opposite shoe in place. Then she kicked them both aside.
That was the sign for Kristen to reach down and unbutton the girl’s shorts. With a flick of her wrist, the zipper was open. They were tight enough to stay in place once opened, but loose enough for Kristen to slide both hands down the front and inside Katie’s thin panties.
Kristen could feel the warmth from between Katie’s legs. She withdrew her hands, put them on the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down. Eventually, they slid on their own down the girl’s shorts legs and onto the floor. They got pushed next to the shoes and Kristen admired the girl’s body.
Katie watched the woman’s nipples grow pinker and longer. Experience told her this was a good sign. She couldn’t wait to feel them inside her mouth. But, before then Kristen would finish the task of undressing her new lover.
She put her fingers inside Katie’s panties and tugged them off her hips. Kristen knelt in front of the girl and lowered the panties to her ankles, then over her bare feet. From her knees, Kristen lightly kissed the skin directly above a thin patch of hair covering Katie’s clit. Then Kristen stood once more.
Just as Katie was about the take off Kristen’s shorts, the woman moved forward and wrapped her arms around the girl. They kissed long and hard as Kristen’s hands moved up and down Katie’s back, falling to her ass near the end of the kiss. Their breasts rubbed against each other as they hugged.
“You have a wonderful body, Katie,” Kristen whispered in the girl’s ear.
“You do, too. And I want it,” was the reply.
Katie unfastened the button on Kristen’s shorts while they stood face to face. As soon as the zipper was down the shorts fell to the floor. Katie quickly placed both hands inside the back of Kristen’s soft white panties and squeezed the woman’s cheeks, pulling her closer at the same time.
While they kissed, Katie pushed the panties down as far as her arms could reach. Then she knelt and finished the job.
If a more perfect female body existed, Katie surely had never seen it. The term hourglass figure didn’t come close to describing the luscious curves that made up Kristen Hile.
Kristen stood awkwardly with her arms hanging at her side, not sure what to do while the girl admired her body. Her hands fretfully stroked her hips and stomach, as if trying to flatten them. But there was no need for that. Every inch of the woman was sculpted and Katie was losing control.
“Lay down, Kristen,” Katie said in a comforting voice. She had spent weeks planning a slow, sensuous teasing at this point. But now that she was with Kristen, in her bedroom naked, she wanted desperately to devour the woman.
As Kristen turned to climb onto the bed, Katie got her first good look at the woman’s round, firm ass. Kristen got on the bed and rolled onto her back.
“No. Turn over,” Katie said.
Kristen smiled and obeyed. Katie watched as Kristen’s back appeared, followed by her ass and the back of her long legs. Kristen put her hands under the pillow her head was on and looked back at Katie through her blonde hair.
The girl was reaching out, running her fingers down the smooth back and to the top of the wonderful ass. There, she stopped for an instant before feeling the soft cheeks. She traced the outline of the cheeks down to the top of Kristen’s thighs. Then Katie felt the legs she envied so.
Katie began to get into the bed and Kristen turned onto her side. The two immediately embraced for a long, intense kiss. They rolled on the bed like kids with their legs entangled and hair splashing everywhere. Moans of pleasure filled the room as hands searched what little space was available on the two closely knit bodies.
Ultimately, they ended up with Katie on top and her mouth firmly wrapped around a healthy portion of Kristen’s left breast. Katie was enveloped in Kristen’s legs, unable to move. But, she had other plans and forced her way down the delicious body.
Katie’s hands slid under Kristen and felt for the woman’s ass. Once in her grasp, Katie licked until reaching the tip of Kristen’s clit. Certain that her new lover had never had another woman in this position before, Katie was intent on making it memorable.
She licked the short, soft clit with long strokes. Each one caused Kristen to lift her ass off the bed. Katie responded by making each stroke harder until her entire mouth engulfed the area around the clit. Now she began the fantastic process of orally manipulating the clit until Kristen could not hold back.
This part of oral sex with a woman often put Katie herself on the verge of orgasm. This was particularly true with Kristen. She had waited so long for the moment that she had to restrain herself in order to heighten the satisfaction. Katie frantically wanted to play with herself and cum. But, her role right now was to indulge Kristen.
And Kristen was enjoying every second of it. Her mind was flooded with conflicting feelings of contentment, restlessness, ecstasy and fear. It was obvious now that she was going to cum under the influence of this girl’s mouth. Kristen’s problem was how to handle it and what to do afterwards.
However, before her mind was allowed to contemplate that much longer she found herself squeezing her own nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She didn’t even remember reaching for her breasts. Oh, well, she thought. Stranger things might happen yet.
Kristen’s clit had grown considerably and Katie now had something to maneuver with her tongue and lips. While Kristen began raising and lowering her hips as if fucking Katie’s mouth, the girl decided it was time to offer the next best thing. Sliding down the bed a few inches, she allowed her tongue to find the opening to Kristen’s cunt.
The first time Katie’s tongue entered the hole, Kristen thought she would explode. Katie magically moved her tongue and licked the top edge of Kristen’s vagina. Then it was a series of short, quick stabs as if entering her with a small cock.
One of Kristen’s hands left her breast and pushed down on Katie’s head, forcing her deeper inside. The girl gladly obliged. The sweet taste of Kristen’s juices, combined with her obvious enjoyment of the proceedings, aroused Katie even more.
A few more thrusts and she returned to Kristen’s clit. The woman moaned with approval and murmured the girl’s name in seductive tones. Katie felt the familiar quivers in Kristen’s body that heralded a pending orgasm. She felt the body stiffen, shake, collapse and repeat the process.
Finally, Kristen announced she was about to cum. Katie took firm hold of the woman’s thighs and buried her head hard against the clit. Kristen’s moan grew in intensity steadily until she was several inches off the bed and was pushing her body against Katie’s head. That was when Katie almost lost control.
Kristen shook so hard and gyrated so powerfully that the girl nearly lost touch with the clit. But she was persistent…as was her style. With each lick, Kristen groaned louder and extended her orgasm.
For nearly a minute, Kristen Hile disregarded everything—her marriage, her previous sexual experiences, her kids, her fears, her regrets. All she knew was the overwhelming sensation flowing through her body.
Then it subsided. Or so she thought.
As Kristen lay drained on the bed, Katie slid back up to the woman’s breasts. Methodically, she began licking each nipple, feeling each one react to the warmth of the girl’s tongue.
After a couple minutes of this relaxed nurturing, with Kristen lightly running her fingers through Katie’s hair, the girl reached down and touched the now-soaked area between Kristen’s legs.
“Oh, God. Katie. No…” Kristen said with a whimper. “I can’t.”
Katie never hesitated because she’d never been with a woman who couldn’t cum a second time with the right treatment. In this case, that consisted of a tender rubbing of the clit and soft licking of the nipples.
Kristen’s mind was still on the body-numbing experience of her first orgasm and didn’t realize that she was already reacting to this new assault. Her hips rose to meet Katie’s hands and her nipples once again ached with desire.
When she heard Katie’s small voice tell her, “That’s it. Relax and let it happen,” she knew another orgasm was looming. A couple wonderful minutes later her body was shaking and she was crying out in delight…again.
What was happening? Kristen lay on the bed drained of all energy. A beautiful young girl rested her head on Kristen’s breast, playing with her navel and the hair above her clit. And Kristen never wanted it to end.
When David got home, she might have different feelings. The next time he was inside her, filling her with warm cum and lifting her by the ass, she might think otherwise. But, for now, she never wanted it to end.
The women eventually dressed in silence. Katie had said she would wait for another day for “her turn.” Each had told the other how amazing it felt and that they wanted to do it again. They sealed the deal with a kiss.
To her amazement, Kristen’s lovemaking with David actually improved the next time they were together. As her husband rolled with her on the bed, Kristen thought of Katie and her sensuous mouth all over her. The woman’s orgasms grew in intensity just as her nipples had grown with the touch of the girl’s tongue and lips.
Kristen’s opportunity to “pay back” her young nanny occurred on a warm Tuesday afternoon.
To be continued…