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I'm Reyna; I am a twenty two year old confirmed lesbian, but under the right circumstances I can look like I'm sixteen. Not only am I a lesbian, my preferred lovers are women who have never had a lesbian experience before. I love older women, ladies that are bored with their lives, their husbands, their routines. I love the ones that never see me coming, ones that want to mother me, to make it all better. The thing is; they mostly seduce themselves. I don't force them; I lead them where their bodies want them to go.

I don't have any special gaydar that makes me able to pick out the ones that are most susceptible; I strike out as much as the next girl. But, when I do hit on one that is curious, even if she doesn't fully realize it, I am ready, more than willing and able to quench that curiosity.

Sometimes, when I succeed, we'll have an affair that lasts a little while. Those mostly come to an end when they start feeling guilty and toddle back to their staid, boring lives and hubby's bed. Most times, though, we'll have a torrid, smoking hot couple of hours, after which my lover, realizing what she's done, runs shrieking from my bed. As bad as it sounds, those are my absolute favorites. There is terrific, mind blowing, enthusiastic sex followed by no worried phone calls, no drama, no fretting over whether or not I love them, they're just gone. I have never heard from any of those again. If I see them out anywhere, like in a store, when they recognize who I am, they turn and run. It's actually pretty funny.

My first lover was my mom's best friend. She's probably a big part of the way I am. There was nothing planned, it just happened while we were working on a surprise party for my mom. We got close by spending so much time together. One day, when a particularly difficult problem was resolved, I got excited and threw my arms around her and gave her a big kiss. It quickly turned passionate and the next thing I knew we were in her bed with our faces in each other's pussy. To this day, whenever Evelyn is feeling frustrated with her marriage or is irritated with her husband, I'll find her on my doorstep. Sometimes, she'll stumble onto a little fling that I'm having and if my friend is agreeable, she'll join in. Most times, though, she and I are just having fun. To this day, I still learn something from her every time we are together.

My latest seduction took place this past Saturday. I got up and got dressed to do my weekly housework. I put my long, brown hair up in pigtails, an old, very short, jean skirt and a V-neck crop top that showed a great deal of cleavage and if I were to bend over, the bottoms of my round C-cup boobs. I didn't put on any underwear, because I got busy last week, didn't do the laundry and had worn my last clean pair of panties and bra to work yesterday. I figured I was just going to be home alone all day, anyway.

The first thing I did was to change the sheets on the bed and make it. I tossed the dirty sheets onto the pile of clothes in the laundry hamper. I picked up everything, dusted and vacuumed the bedroom and it was finally spotless. As I was carrying the laundry to the laundry room, I looked in the spare bedroom, where there's a twin bed, my desk and computer. It was still a disaster from when I was doing some work I brought home earlier in the week. I sighed because I have an issue with throwing things down when I am finished with them. It's an old habit from when I lived at home and my mom picked up after me. I hate that about myself, but I can't seem to stop.

I stopped in the living room and looked at the mess in there and realized that I would have to clean that room up while the washing machine and dryer were running.

Anyway, I finished dragging all the laundry to the laundry room and was sorting out the different piles when the doorbell rang. Grumbling at the interruption, I trudged from the back of the duplex to the front door. I keep it closed so that when I look through the peephole and someone is there that I don't want to see, I don't answer it.

This morning, however, I looked out at a thirty-something vision in white. As I opened the door I could see that she had blonde hair done up in a French twist, a big floppy white hat, a very, very demure white sundress, white hose and fashionable, yet sensible white sandals. She had cornflower blue eyes with long blonde (so she's a natural blonde, I wonder if she's blonde everywhere I thought naughtily) eyelashes, a cute little nose and perfect little dimples. She looked like a grown-up cheerleader and I love cheerleaders. The sun shining behind the white dress showed a tasty hourglass figure. Her legs were perfect in the white stockings peeking out from beneath the knee length dress.

She was holding a small purse, a bible and what looked like a bunch of flyers. Her first question made my decision for me and sealed my response.

Before I could speak, she said, "Hi, sweetie, are either your Mom or Dad home?"

My first thought was, 'Yeah, probably, at their house.' But instead, putting a little quiver my voice I said, "Daddy doesn't live here and my Mom isn't here." Both answering statements were true, just waaay out of context.

I sniffled a little and the look on her face turned sympathetic. 'Gotcha!' I thought wickedly.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" The sympathy in her voice was sincere and her touch on my arm was electric.

I sobbed once and turned, allowing her to see the single fat tear rolling down my cheek. "N-n-nothing. Y-y-you d-d-don't w-w-ant t-t-to h-h-hear m-m-my p-p-problems."

"Sweetie, what's your name?" She asked softly. "Maybe I can listen to you and make you feel better."

"R-r-reyna L-l-lucas." I stammered, "Wh-wh-what's your n-n-name?"

"Belle Thompson." She said, sticking her hand out.

I smiled a little, taking her hand, "Belle, like a southern Belle?"

"See, it's not so bad, I made you smile," Belle said, smiling herself, "and yes, Belle like a southern Belle. Do you want me to come in so we can talk?"

'Holy shit! She's making this easier by volunteering.' I was getting more excited by each passing moment.

I just nodded and turned, reluctantly dropping her soft, smooth hand. As I walked into the living room, I acted as though the mess would make trouble for me.

"Oh my gosh!" I squealed, "My Mom's gonna kill me for letting somebody see the living room like this!"

(Again, true, but out of context, my mother would kill me for allowing a guest to see my home like this, even though it was my home.)

I started rushing around picking stuff up. I was careful to let my boobs flash out of the shirt and bent over far enough to let Belle see that I wasn't wearing panties. I twisted around to grab some more stuff and to see where her eyes were.

'Yesss!' I thought, as her eyes were clearly glued to my ass.

She didn't see me looking at her and she looked a little flustered. I moved a few feet to make certain that she was watching me closely, and got my confirmation because her eyes never left my ass. I rushed out of the room with an armful of stuff and put it in the laundry room. I paused in the laundry room to assess my situation and chances. She had definitely been watching my ass. So she was either shocked or intrigued and I had to find out which. I pulled the left side of my crop top up and tucked it under, just barely exposing the deep pink aureole of my hardened nipple.

I rushed back into the living room to find her frozen to the spot where I left her. She was staring at the floor and the noise I made coming in startled her. Her eyes flashed to my face, but not before pausing and widening at the partially exposed breast.

"I, uhhh, I p-p-probably n-n-need to g-g-go..." She stammered.

'Probably? So she's unsure? Nice!' I thought.

I started to cry, "Noooo, please don't go..." I pleaded, "my mom'll kill me if I made such a mess that a guest left..."

I threw myself on the couch, hands over my face, fingers carefully spread so I could watch her, my legs splayed, exposing my waxed bald, and wet, glistening pussy. I almost laughed; her eyes had gotten cartoonishly wide, nearly bugging out of her head. I squirmed around, briefly rubbing my legs together, hiding my pussy momentarily. When I exposed it again, the tip of her pink tongue barely escaped her lips and licked, leaving them moist.

I pulled my hands away from my face to show her the big tears sliding down my cheeks. As I hoped, her motherly instincts took over and she rushed over to sit at my side and drew me into her arms.

"Shhh, baby, don't cry," she murmured in a soothing voice, "it's OK; we won't let you get in trouble. Let Belle make you feel better."

She had pulled my head to her chest, my cheek resting on her nice, round, soft breast. We sat there for a few moments before I craned my neck up to kiss her on the neck. I let my tongue glide out between my lips to give her a minute lick. Not enough to be obvious, but enough to make her wonder if that was what happened. She stiffened.

"I, uhhh, don't think that's appropriate, Reyna." She said softly. But, her tone was not dismissive, it was more plaintive, as though she liked it, but thought she shouldn't. I kissed her neck again, this time with more tongue and her breath caught.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "I was trying to thank you for being nice and I thought a kiss would be nice."

I feigned struggling to stand up, causing her dress to shift up above her knees. I threw my leg over her legs and rubbed my pussy on her knee. I got to my feet and glanced down at her knee. It was damp and I grinned to myself as I looked at her eyes as she looked at it. Her eyes shifted to my face and quickly I returned to the saddened look.

"I, I, I'm so, so, sorry." I mumbled as I ran to the guest room.

I threw myself on the bed that was barely big enough for me, spreading my arms and legs. I wanted to show off my bare bottom and pussy, but I also wanted to make the bed seem as small as possible. I listened intently as at first, there was silence in the living room then the sounds of Belle standing up from the couch. There was silence again as she was obviously deciding what she wanted to do. This was the first crucial moment of my seduction. She had to come in here on her own. Finally, I heard her moving and I couldn't tell where she was going. It was excruciating just waiting for her, but it was also absolutely necessary. It also heightened the anticipation and my desire. I was soaking wet by this time. Then, at the door to the guest room, I heard her voice.

"Reyna?" She whispered, "Are you OK?"

I shook my head in the pillow. "I'm in so much trouble," I mumbled into the pillow.

I heard her take several steps and sit on the edge of the bed. Her hand rested on the bare skin of my back, below the crop top and just above the waistband of the jean skirt.

'Oh god, her hand is so warm and soft. Control yourself, Reyna, you're almost there.' I thought.

"It's OK, sweetie," Belle said soothingly, "we'll make sure you won't be in trouble. Let me help you feel better."

She gently rubbed my back and tried to get me to roll over. I resisted for a moment and then when she slid her hand to my side, I suddenly sat up, filling her hand with naked boob and rock hard nipple. I didn't give her a chance to react and withdraw her hand, capturing it between us as I threw myself into her arms. Her hand didn't move, but I was too forceful and knocked us onto the floor.

I was lying on top of her, her hand now gripping my boob, and we both started giggling. "Oops," I said, "sorry about that."

I started to sit up and noticed that her hand didn't leave my breast. I took a deep breath, assuring that her hand was filled with warm, soft breast. I let the breath out, hitching with a sob as I did.

"Sweetie?" Belle murmured, "what's wrong?" I noticed that her hand had not left my breast.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "You were being nice, and I'm such a spaz that now we're on the floor and your pretty dress is gonna get dirty."

"OK, then," she said, finally releasing my boob, "let's get up."

I lay there for a moment, not moving. I raised my head and said, "I'm sorry, it just feels so good to have someone close to me, and Mommy hasn't held me for a long time."

"Ohhh, baby," Belle murmured, "I'll hold you if you want."

I lay my head on her shoulder and she giggled. "But, not on the floor."

I giggled, too. "Sorry."

As we struggled to our feet she said, "Please stop apologizing, you've done nothing wrong."

"OK, sor..., uhhh, OK." I mumbled.

She looked doubtfully at the tiny bed. "Could we go back out to the living room? I'm afraid we'll end up on the floor again."

"No, the living room is so messy," I said, taking her by the hand. "The other bedroom is clean; I always have to do that one first. Let's go in there."

She stopped, still holding my hand. "Are you sure it'd be OK with your Mom? I don't want her to come home and find us and misunderstand."

"Yeah, it's OK," I assured her; "she's out and won't be here until tomorrow sometime." (Mom usually visits on Sunday afternoon while Dad is watching whatever sport is currently in season.)

Belle allowed me to lead her into my bedroom. My queen sized canopy bed was the centerpiece of the room. When I moved in here I made the room that I had always wanted.

"Wow, this room is beautiful." Belle said.

I started to say thanks, but I remembered that this was my "Mom's" room. "Yeah, my mom likes frilly things."

I pulled down the white comforter, revealing the deep red linens that matched the walls. I scrambled up on the bed, giving Belle a good look at my bottom and pussy. I quickly turned around so that I could see her reaction. She had that 'deer-in-the-headlights' look that is so priceless. She saw me watching her and quickly recovered. She bent, took off her sandals and approached the bed.

She started to climb onto the bed and I stopped her. "You're gonna get that pretty dress all wrinkled. Why don't you take it off and hang it up." She hesitated, obviously thinking that it would be wrong.

I whispered encouragingly, "Don't be shy; we're all girls here."

She had stopped with one knee still up on the bed. The doubt and confusion was evident on her face. Finally, she pulled her leg down and walked over to the closet. Another critical moment had arrived. Like coming into the bedroom, she had to take her own dress off. Hopefully, her mind wouldn't register that the clothing in the closet was much too young for a woman my mother's age.

She pulled a hanger out without paying attention to the clothing in the closet. She hung the hanger on a hook on the inside of the closet door. Reaching behind her, she hesitated before pulling down the zipper. I tried not to stare as the white sundress hung on her shoulders before she shrugged and it dropped to her waist. I was stunned by what was revealed. I expected to see a plain, white cotton, sturdy bra; instead she was wearing a Victoria's Secret Very Sexy Demi Bra. I knew what it was because I had one just like it. The slight push-up gave her cleavage and the name of the bra was extremely appropriate, she was very sexy.

She bent at the waist and pushed the dress down off of her hips. She caught it before it fell to the floor and stepped out of it. She turned and hung the dress on the hanger. I was breathing hard at this point, trying to control myself. I had expected pantyhose, but incredibly, she had on thigh high stockings held in place by a white lace garter belt, over white lace boy shorts. Her beautiful skin was flushed in embarrassment as she turned to fully face me.

"Now it's my turn to apologize," she murmured, eyes cast on the floor, "until I pushed the dress down, I had forgotten what I was wearing underneath. I bought these on a whim when an old friend dragged me into the store. I keep them hidden from my husband; he wouldn't approve. I am so embarrassed. I don't normally dress like this, but I just felt like it today. I don't know why."

"Belle," I whispered, barely able to breathe, "don't be embarrassed. You are incredibly beautiful and I feel like a toad next to you."

She smiled and said, "Thank you, but you shouldn't feel like anything but a princess. You are a beautiful girl."

She walked to the bed, climbed in and lay down. The contrast between Belle's fair skin, her blonde hair, the white lingerie and the deep red linens took my breath away. She lifted her arms and reached out to me. I crawled over to her, taking a route that put my head higher than hers. When I lay down I giggled because my boobs were in her face and then slid down so that my head was on her shoulder. My crop top slid up and my bare breasts rested warmly against the naked skin of Belle's side and tummy. My skirt had also ridden up and I pressed my wet pussy to the outside of her thigh, between her panties and the top of her stockings. Belle gasped, but did not pull away. I snuggled into Belle's neck and loosely threw my left arm across her the soft skin of her firm stomach. Belle wrapped her left arm around me and her hand rested on my side, just below my boob, hugging me to her. My heart beat faster and my pussy moistened even more.

"How does this feel sweetie?" Belle asked gently.

"Ohhh, it feels sooo nice." I moaned. "I'd forgotten how nice it feels to be held."

Belle took her free hand and picked up the pigtail that was d****d across her chest. I watched as she played with the hair, running her fingers through the silky strands.

"Your hair is so nice and soft," Belle murmured.

"Thank you," I whispered, running my fingers across the skin of her tummy. "Your skin is awesome. It's so smooth and warm."

She said nothing, but continued to run her fingers through my hair. I slipped my fingers up to the bottom of her bra and felt along the edge. I felt her breathing pause, but she didn't say anything.

"Your lingerie is so pretty, Belle, I really like it." I said softly.

"Thank you sweetie." She answered.

Emboldened by her lack of resistance, I traced completely around the cup of her bra, running my fingers along the top edge and brushing her cleavage. She gasped, but other than that did not respond or resist the feathery light touch of my fingers. I turned my head and kissed the cleavage of the breast nearest my lips. I let my tongue trace along the skin, before withdrawing my lips. This time she didn't gasp, just lay very still, the rapid beating of her heart evident through her chest.

I became bolder, kissing the skin of the top of her breast with tiny, light kisses and stroking the skin of the other breast with my fingers. Her breathing had changed, it became deeper and slower. Her left hand started stroking my side, venturing to the exposed bottom of my boob. Her right hand abandoned my hair and stroked the side of my face. I slipped the fingers of my left hand into the top of her bra and she briefly froze, and then continued stroking my cheek and side. Her left hand became bolder and stroked the underside of my breast. She cupped my chin and raised my face to look at her face.

Her eyes were shining, her pupils dilated and her lips were parted. Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips. I knew in that moment that I had her. I raised my face to hers and she met my lips in a soft, tentative kiss. As we kissed, I slipped my tongue through my lips and grazed her bottom lip. She moaned, opening her lips and allowing me full access to her mouth. She didn't meet my tongue, content to allow me to softly explore her lips and teeth. While I had her occupied with my lips and tongue, I slithered my right hand behind her back and in a much practiced move, released the clasp of her bra. She gasped, yet again and withdrew her lips from mine. I rolled up on my elbow so that I was looking down into her face.

"Reyna?" She whispered, "What are you doing?"

Before covering her mouth with mine, I slipped my left hand under her bra and gently pinched her erect nipple. Then I murmured, "Exactly what you want me to do," before lowering my mouth to hers.

She moaned into my mouth and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I pulled my right arm out from under her back, and sat up. She followed my lips with hers, not wanting to break contact.

I finally broke away and sat up completely. She moaned in disappointment. I took her white, delicate bra in my hands and tugged it from her body, tossing it to the side. She blushed cutely and covered her breasts with her hands. I pulled my crop top over my head and we were both topless.

"Don't cover yourself." I whispered, pulling her hands away, exposing her perfect B-cup breasts. "You're incredible. I love your big, pink, puffy nipples."

I leaned forward and took one in my lips, gently sucking it into my mouth, scr****g it with my teeth. My eyes never left hers. She thrust her chest at me in wanton desire. Then, as she was about to lose all control, a cloud came over her eyes.

She pushed me away and covered her breasts, again. "We can't do this! You're too young! I'm not a p*******e!"

I gently pulled her hands away and said, "No, you're not. I'm twenty two. This is my apartment."

Confusion took over the concern in her eyes and was quickly replaced with a touch of anger.

Before she could speak, I said softly, "I haven't lied. Everything you think you know about me was implied and you filled in the blanks by assuming."

This was the breaking point, either her hormones would win, or her rationality would. I pushed her hands from her breasts and waited, stroking her nipples while she considered her options. Her hands were loosely on my wrists, not impeding me in any way. After several long moments, her eyes slowly closed and she pulled my hands tighter against her chest.

'She's mine!' I thought triumphantly.

I leaned back in and brought my lips to hers, softly, gently. Her hands left my wrists and went to the back of my head, pulling me deeper into a kiss. Her lips were soft but insistent, her tongue active. I teased her nipples and she moaned as I increased the pressure on them and on her lips. Her hands left my head and found the naked skin of my shoulders and rubbed gently, but tentatively.

I knew she wanted to explore, but was unsure of herself. I sat up, reluctantly breaking our tender kiss. Once again, she moaned in disappointment, but I needed her to touch me. Gently, I took her hands on placed them on my breasts. Her eyes got wide and she didn't pull them away, but left them still. My nipples hardened further into her palms and her eyes widened as she felt them. I pulled my chest back a little, and then rotated my chest causing my nipples to drag in circles in the palms of her hands. She gasped and started moving her hands in the opposite direction of my rotation. The friction on my nipples was delicious.

While she was engrossed in the sensations of feeling breasts not her own for the first time, I started squirming around to get my skirt off. I was careful not to pull my breasts away from her tender exploration. I got the little skirt over my hips and then down my legs. Finally, the skirt was across my feet and I kicked it to the floor.

Completely naked, I swung my leg over Belle and settled my hot, dripping pussy on the soft, warm skin of her tummy. I watched as her eyes shifted from watching her hands caressing my breasts to my bald pussy writhing on her firm stomach. Her eyes widened as her hands stilled. She watched as I rocked my hips and left a wet streak on her stomach. Her hands left my boobs and started to drift to my pussy. Suddenly she stopped and a panicked expression overtook her face, obliterating the look of desire that had been building there.

"What is it baby?" I whispered gently.

She choked out, "I don't know what to do..." Her eyes were pleading with me.

I smiled at her and said, "Just do what you do to yourself."

She flushed again, this time she turned lobster red. With downcast eyes she whispered, so quietly that I could barely hear her, "I don't touch myself, I've never touched myself, and I don't know what to do..."

I was stunned. "You mean you've never masturbated?"

I didn't think it was possible for her to get any redder, but she did. She shook her head violently. She didn't utter a sound.

I pulled her up and hugged her to me. "It's OK, baby. Let me help you, let me show you what to do."

I climbed off of her and crawled behind her. I sat on my feet behind her and pulled her up onto my lap. I kissed her shoulder and her neck to reassure her while I moved her around into the position that I wanted her. She was sitting on my lap, but her legs were bent so that her knees were on the bed. I spread her legs so that both of us could see down to her pussy.

After I was done arranging her, I let my hands play over her belly and down to her thighs. I kept clear of her pussy, because I didn't want her to freak out. I kissed and licked and nuzzled at her neck, making her feel comfortable and loved. I could feel her relaxing in my arms. I moved up and down her shoulder with my lips and tongue, softly caressing her skin. She started making soft cooing and moaning sounds and I knew she was fully back into my soft lovemaking. Her head lolled back and she was totally relaxed.

My hands drifted back up across her soft tummy and I gently cupped her breasts. She raised her arms and caressed the back of my head and pulled me tightly to her. I kept gently massaging her breast with my left hand and moved my right hand down to the fabric over her pussy. She hissed; a sound of surprise mixed with desire. I rubbed gently over her mound as her hips starting rocking in my lap. I knew she wanted something, even though she probably didn't know what she wanted. I reached over and took her hand in mine, guiding it to her pussy.

"Oh!" She squeaked quietly, resisting the motion.

"No, you need to do this, Belle." I encouraged softly. "In order to learn what your own body likes and wants; you need to touch yourself."

"But...OK," her whisper was so soft that I barely heard it.

I put my hand on top of hers and guided it to her pussy. We rubbed softly over the soft lace of her panties, the moisture behind the fabric becoming evident. She was content to continue rubbing and I removed my hand from hers and enjoyed watching her small hand rubbing herself for the first time, ever. Soon, I knew it was time to take the next step.

"Belle," I whispered in her ear, "you need to touch yourself."

Even though I couldn't see her face, I could hear the confusion in her voice. "But, I am."

"No, Belle," I continued to whisper, "you're touching your panties. You need to touch yourself, inside your panties."

"Ohhhh..." she moaned.

Gently, I removed her hand from the front of her panties, and pulled the waistband out. I peered over her shoulder and she averted her head and eyes, embarrassed that I was looking. What I saw made my heart beat faster. She was almost bald, but not from shaving. She had just a tiny bit of what looked like gossamer silk, white blonde hair covering her mound, much like a young girl.

"Oh, baby," I cooed in her ear, "your pussy is just as beautiful as the rest of you. All delicate and tiny with pretty blonde hair. I love it."

My cheek was against hers as I was leaning over her shoulder. I felt her smile and I smiled, too.

"Now, put your fingers down there and feel what an excited woman feels like. " My voice was low and sweet, I didn't want to make her nervous.

She pushed her fingers down into her panties and gasped as she made contact with her pussy. "Ohhh, it's so wet. Is that right? Did I wet myself?"

I could feel the flush of her embarrassment from the contact of her skin against mine.

"No, baby," I whispered, "you didn't wet yourself, that's your body reacting to being sexually excited, and I'm guessing that it's the first time ever. Now, feel around down there. Do you feel a little hard bump? Touch that and rub around it."

She jumped as she touched her clit for the first time. "Unghhh..." was the only sound she made.

"That's your clit, baby and that is part of what makes sex feel so good." I continued to explain. "If you keep rubbing and playing with it, the good feelings will only keep getting better and stronger."

I stopped talking and kissed the soft skin of her neck. My hands drifted back up to her breasts and her big, puffy nipples had hardened into little bullets. I held her breasts, I caressed them, and I kissed her while she learned a little about her womanhood.

"Oh, oh, ohhh..." she murmured, "what's that... what's h-h-happening? Aaaaaeeeeeiiii!" She shrieked as she experienced her first orgasm.

I held her as she shivered and shook and finally slumped in my lap. I slid her over and lay her on the bed. I just had to get at her pussy, so I hunched over her, unsnapping the garters from the hose. I wanted to leave the hose on as well as the garter belt so I started tugging on her boy shorts, trying to get them off. She lay still without helping and finally raised her hips, perhaps not wanting to acknowledge that she wanted this. I pulled the panties off her feet and threw them on the floor.

I scooted back up and started hooking up the stocking to the garter belt again. Belle picked up her head and looked down at me.

"What are you doing? Don't you want me naked?" Her voice was trembling a little. "I thought you wanted me naked like you."

"No, baby," I cooed, "what I want is you, looking all virginal and sexy in your bridal white stockings and garter belt."

I leaned down and kissed her, softly and gently, reassuring her that it was all OK. She melted into the kiss, her arms stealing around my neck, once again. I started to sit up and pull away, but she was having none of that. She followed me and ended up on my lap, once again.

She pulled away from the kiss, looking into my eyes and blushing. "Was that an orgasm?" She asked shyly.

"Yes, baby," I answered quietly, "that was an orgasm. Did you like it?"

"Ohhh, yesss," she hissed, "Can I do that to you? I want to touch your, your..." she stopped, embarrassed.

I grinned, "My what?"

"Your vagina!" She said proudly and a little defiantly.

"Vagina?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little clinical? Maybe Victorian?"

She huffed, seemingly exasperated. "Well, what do you call it?!?!"

"A pussy." I said simply.

She flushed a bright red. "That's nasty!"

"No, it's not," I explained patiently. "It's a normal expression, like cunt, twat, slit, muffin, slash, or gash, whatever. They're just words. Now, I want you to say it. Tell me what you want to do."

"I, I, I want t-t-to t-t-touch y-y-your p-p-p-p-pussy." She stammered, blushing harder than ever.

"Again," I said softly.

"I want to touch your p-pussy!" She said with a lot more confidence.

I kissed her, "I want you to touch it, too."

Softly, slowly, Belle trailed her fingers down my tummy, reaching between us. I watched her hand, but glanced up to watch her eyes. Her eyes were so expressive, I just loved watching them. Her eyes widened again as her fingers reached the soft skin of my lower tummy, just above my slit. She slowed again and the slowness had reached an excruciating level. My leaking pussy was fairly howling for attention, but I didn't want to frighten her by expressing my need. Her fingers stopped shy of my pussy and she just rubbed back and forth. The slight pressure that she was putting on my belly was transferring to my clit and my hips pulsed with every motion.

Finally, she slowly moved her hand down the last few centimeters to my soaking slit. My hips involuntarily jerked, my body desperately seeking more contact.

Startled, Belle jerked her hand away. "Did I..."

She stopped talking, interrupted by my howl. "Nooooo...., pleeeease don't stop..."

Belle giggled, "OK, OK..."

Slipping her fingers back to my needy, greedy pussy, she kissed me gently. "Is this OK?" She whispered in between soft, sweet kisses.

"Ohhhh..." I breathed, "Belle, baby, sweetie, that's, that's, ohhhh, ooooh, that's p-p-perfect..."

Her touch was as soft and sweet as her kisses. The sweetness was what got me, the tenderness, and the loving softness of her touch. She claimed she hadn't done this before, but if she hadn't she was a natural. She touched me in the way I loved to be touched. Her fingers fluttered at the tip of my clit and along the edges of my lips. I could feel the tidal wave of orgasm building deep within me. But, I also felt tingling in my fingers and toes. There was a growing dull roar in my ears and I closed my eyes to enjoy the crescendo of sounds and sensations that were converging on my center, brought on by those teasing, dancing fingers. Suddenly, the waves crashed over me and I crushed Belle to me in a loving, searching kiss. Her slight tremble showed that she was startled, but recovered and threw her passion into the kiss, her fingers never hesitating, sweetly flickering over my straining flesh. Finally, the most incredible orgasm of my life started to wane and I briefly pulled my lips from hers.

"Oh, Belle, that was w-w-wonderful, b-b-but," I warbled, "I, I, I...sensitive."

She pulled her hand away, understanding. She leaned back in, her soft, sweet lips brushing mine. She climbed off my lap and I lay down. Well, lay down implies way too much control...I fell over.

Belle snuggled up to me, her breasts touching mine, nipple to nipple. Mine were very hard and very sensitive. Hers were almost as hard and sent sparks through my body when they touched mine. I opened my arms and rolled on my side. She slid to my side and laid her head on my shoulder. I took a few moments to recover before turning and placing my forehead against hers, looking deeply into those pools of blue.

"Wow," I murmured, "are you sure you've never done this before?"

Her eyes crinkled up in a smile. "Yes, I'm sure I've never had my fingers, uhh, in, uhh, another woman's, uhh, stuff."

I started laughing, "Yep, I believe you...stuff?"

She turned bright red and it was so cute I had to kiss her again. Her lips melted into mine, communicating a passion that was real and more than a little surprising, given her circumstances. Our lips parted, with reluctance, and we gazed into the other's eyes. I couldn't resist her sweet disposition, or body, for long. I leaned in for another kiss, before rolling over on top of her and lightly rubbing our breasts together. Her nipples bumping roughly against my own nipples shot sparks of excitement straight to my pussy.

"Belle," I murmured, "what are you doing to me?"

I kissed her, long and soft. Her soft lips and sweet taste made me tingle all over. I turned her head to the side to kiss her ear and down her, long, slender neck. Her skin tasted faintly of salty sweat, and yet, was sweet. I got to the hollow in her neck and licked and kissed to her apparent pleasure. She was squirming and moaning as I worked down her smooth skin to her smooth, soft breasts.

Her little buds were begging me to take them between my lips, and who was I to deny myself and Belle that little pleasure? I gently suckled the erect nipple on her left breast, and then nipped it with my teeth.

She arched her back, thrusting it deeper between my lips and teeth. "Ooooh, Reyna!" She groaned, "What was that?"

I sc****d my teeth over it again while sharply pinching the right. "Ooooh, I don't care what it is, just dooooon't stooooop!!!" She was writhing all over the place beneath me and I was having a hard time staying with her.

Her hips had started bumping against my stomach and I could feel the moisture of her pussy slapping against my belly. I slipped away with my mouth, immediately replacing my lips with my fingers and Belle gave a little cry of disappointment. Kissing her ribs as I went by caused a little giggle and she scooted away a little. I found her tiny belly button to be soft and warm and very sensitive.

"Ohhh, Reyna," she murmured, "That feels sooo gooood! It makes my p-p-pussy tingle and that, that, ohhhh..."

Her whole body shivered beneath me as a small orgasm surprised her. I didn't stay with her navel, instead moving down to my real goal, her slippery little pussy. I didn't dive in right away, not wanting to frighten her. I kissed above it and her hips rocked up, seeking contact. I deftly moved to the side, gliding down the soft skin, feeling her silken pussy hair brushing my cheek. I drifted down the inside of her thigh, trailing my tongue along skin that was even softer and smoother. Her hands had found my hair, entangling her fingers and caressing my scalp. She wasn't trying to guide me; it felt like she was just trying to maintain some kind of contact.

At the top of her stocking, I switched sides and moved slowly back up towards her visibly moist pussy. My eyes never left her rosy red center. It was pulsing with every touch of my lips and every tiny lick of my tongue. I deliberately kept my pace slow, trying to build her anticipation and need. I finally reached my goal and paused, just looking at the tiny slit. I gently blew a stream of cool air and it twitched and opened a little. I blew again and it opened further. I had never seen a pussy react like this to stimulation and I was fascinated. I pulled my hands away from Belle's boobs to a little whimper of protest. The whimper turned into a yelp as I touched the blossoming lips with my tongue.

"Oh!" Belle cried. "Reyna! You're not gonna, gonna, ohhhhh, ohhhh, OH MY GODDDDD! Oh, I, ooooh, oh, I, y-y-you, ohhh..."

She dissolved into babble as my tongue laved from her lips all the way up to her clit. As I tickled her clit with my tongue, I slipped a finger into her tight channel. Her hips bucked off the bed as she pulled my head tighter to her body. I sucked on her clit as I slipped another finger into her and began to pump in and out. On an outstroke, I added a third finger, making a thick little cock with which I fucked her little pussy hard and as deeply as I could. Her hips were off the bed and she began to shake and suddenly the slippery wetness of her pussy increased as my hand and mouth were drenched. She didn't squirt, but I thought that she was wetter than any woman to whom I had made love.

I was startled to realize that, in my mind, I had gone from fucking this beautiful, delicate creature, to making love to her. That thought spurred me on to focus and make sure that she got my best. I withdrew one finger and turned my hand over, curling the remaining two, and seeking her G-Spot. After a couple a strokes, I must have found it as she started screaming.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Reyna, REYNA, REYNA, I, I, I'm COMINGGGGGG!!!!" Belle was shrieking and pulling so hard on my pigtails that I thought she was going to pull them from my head.

Finally, her hips collapsed to the bed and she held tight to the pigtails, effectively pulling me from her pussy. "N-n-no, m-m-more!"

I withdrew my fingers and she dropped my pigtails. I sat back on my heels and knelt between her legs, watching her. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving. After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes. I took that opportunity to lick the remaining juices from my fingers and around my mouth.

Her eyes widened, and then she smiled and crooked her finger at me. "Kiss me." I leaned down, planting a big kiss on her pussy, making sure I licked deeply and wallowing around so that I got my face all wet.

She giggled, "Not there!" She pointed at her face, "Here!"

"Ohhhh," I answered with a grin of my own.

I crawled up her body, kissing and licking as I went, being careful not to lose too much of her essence along the way. I stopped, inches from her face, and smiled. Leaning down, I slipped into a soft, loving kiss, sliding my Belle covered tongue into her mouth.

Abruptly, she twisted her head away. I was surprised and disappointed until she licked my cheek. Giggling, she asked, "Is that what I taste like?"

Rubbing my cheek on hers, and then licking off the remains, I said, "Yep, and I love the way you taste!"

Giggling again, licking again, she said, "You know, I think I do, too."

Suddenly, surprising me with her strength and speed, she rolled us over, landing me on my back. Staring with her bright blue eyes into my amber eyes, she briefly pinned me down. I watched, fascinated as she descended to kiss my lips and then started moving down toward my chest.

"Belle," I murmured. "You don't have to do this."

She pulled her face to mine, kissing me again. "Oh, yes I do, 'Do unto others...' and all that." She paused, kissing my lips, then my cheeks, and then moving to my breasts. "Besides, I want to give you what you gave me... It's only fair, and since I'm here and sinning" she giggled, showing that she wasn't serious, "that I should do it all. Besides, I really, really want to do it all with you."

She moved up and kissed me again, briefly, before moving to my breasts. As with her fingers in my pussy, the touch of her lips and tongue was feather light. Every time she touched my nipple with her lips and tongue it felt as though a fairy was dancing on it. The lightness, the tenderness was unlike anything I had experienced. But, it wasn't tentative, I could tell it was deliberate, it was her way of demonstrating affection and it began to excite me a great deal. I could feel my pussy begin to drip and spasm every time she touched me.

When her tongue and lips weren't dancing on my diamond cutter nipples, her fingertips or the baby soft backs of her hands; were. When her hands were active on my nipples her lips were just as active on my lips. But, instead of intense kisses, her kisses were butterfly light, just like on my nipples. She was beginning to drive me wild.

She bent her head to my boob and I had grown tired of seeing her hair bound tightly to her head. I longed to see her hair flowing around her face, so I reached up and started pulling pins out. After several pins, one strand finally fell out, and then another and more until I found the key pin and the rest of her beautiful blonde hair tumbled around her face. There was a surprising amount and it looked to be shoulder length. She stopped ministering to my boobs and shyly looked up at me through the tangles. It was so incredibly innocent and sexy that I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, my pussy throbbing in response.

After she pulled away and went back to her fluttering caresses of my breasts, I said, "Belle, your hair is beautiful and you are so, so unbelievably sexy with it down, you should never, ever, put it up again."

She looked up at me, briefly, blushing and didn't say a word, but went back to her ministrations. She spent long minutes just kissing and touching and holding my breasts. This was her first opportunity to play with breasts not her own and it seemed she was intent on taking full advantage of it. The upside for me was that I can come multiple times from having my nipples stimulated and I was well on the way to my second orgasm of the day. When Belle experimentally bit down on my left nipple for the first time, I was driven over the edge to a pleasant, effusing orgasm. It wasn't soul rocking; it just made me warm and tingly all over, from the tips of my toes to the end of my nose.

Belle sat up and looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. "Did you just come?"

Now it was my turn to blush. "Yes, I can come by someone just playing with my nipples. You do that so nicely, so, so, sexily, that I came. It was a beautiful little come..."

She silenced me with a kiss before returning to my nipples. She continued where she had left off, though this time she started licking the underside of my boobs. She seemed to know, instinctively, where I loved being touched, how I loved being touched. The underside of my boobs almost never got attention from my lovers in the past. When somebody did give the soft, smooth underside any kind of loving attention, I normally went off like a rocket. Belle's feather light, loving touch on the heels of the little orgasm had me ascending the ramp to liftoff at a record pace. When she started stroking the underside of both breasts simultaneously and then lightly bit my nipple again, the rocket lifted off and sent me into orbit. My hips bounced off the bed and collided with Belle, knocking the wind from her with a little 'oof' and I grabbed her head and pulled her into a deep, soul-searching kiss. I started to come down and Belle pulled away, heading down my body once again.

This time she didn't stop at my boobs or my belly button, she went straight for the gold; my freely flowing, gaping pussy. She started licking around the outside, cleaning up the remains of my last come and then moved slowly toward my center. I was throbbing in anticipation of her touch and I wasn't disappointed. Her tongue lightly touched the edges of my lips, much as she had with her fingers. She flicked and fluttered and teased, my pussy straining to be touched. My hands were clenched at my side, fistfuls of sheet held tightly. Belle evidently has infinite patience; she kept using the same light touch around the edges of my pussy, seemingly for hours.

I loved it and I hated it. An orgasm was building deep within me, once again, and yet she never increased the pressure on my pussy or even touched my clit. She kept licking and flicking and fluttering, keeping me on edge, but not allowing me to burst over the precipice. Then, agonizingly, she left my pussy altogether and started kissing my lower belly and touching the outside of my legs. The fire of orgasm that was burning in my belly and throughout my body was dwindling down to an ember and I feared she would let it be extinguished.

After kissing all over my tummy, hips and belly button, she moved back down and touched the tip of her tongue to the very tip of my clit. The ember reignited and she flicked her tongue over the increasingly sensitive bud, again and again and again. Her fingers left my legs and found their way into my drooling pussy and, imitating what I had done to her, only more gently, began thrusting in and out of me. She pushed one, then two and finally three fingers softly, slowly in and out. Then just two and then she turned her hand and found that rough patch of nerve endings just as she nipped my clit with her teeth.

The orgasm that she had been nurturing in me for the last ten years (OK, OK, probably twenty minutes) burst over my body in a crescendo of lights and sounds and incredibly warm, glowing feelings. I have never come like that in my life. It just kept reaching higher and higher until I simply collapsed on the bed, delirious. Belle kept lapping and rubbing and touching, and even though I was could barely take any more; I was powerless to stop her. Aftershocks kept pulsing through my body and I lost count of them. I lay on the bed twitching from the mere touch of her lips on my hot skin. I closed my eyes, assuming she was going to literally fuck me to death.

I awoke sometime later and Belle was holding me in her arms, facing me with a worried expression. "Reyna? Are you OK?" She whispered.

I pushed my head forward and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. "I am wonderful, baby. Where did that come from?" I giggled.

"I really don't know." She admitted with a giggle of her own. "I just started out doing what you did to me and I was having so much fun and you were like a little orgasm machine, that I just wanted to see how long I could keep you going. I wanted to see how many orgasms you could actually have."

I raised my eyebrow.

She giggled again, "I don't know, I lost track."

I kissed her and climbed out of bed. She looked worried.

"I'm sorry; I gotta go to the bathroom." I said.

She nodded and said, "I went while you were out."

When I came back I lay on my back and opened my arms to her. She snuggled up to me and lay in my arms, her beautiful, soft, blonde hair spread over the pillow and on my chest. We lay still for a long time, not speaking. I was simply enjoying the closeness with her. I looked into her face and was concerned by her expression. She seemed content, but a little introspective.

"Belle?" I whispered, "What's wrong? Do you feel guilty?"

"That's the funny thing," she murmured. "I don't feel guilty because of what we did, in fact, I loved it." She paused to give me a little kiss, and then she giggled ruefully. "I feel guilty because I don't feel guilty."

"I'm not sure I understand." I said.

"I know..." She said, pausing. "My father is a Baptist minister like his father and his grandfather. My mother's father is a Methodist minister, my husband is a deacon in my father's church, so I've been raised and live in a very, very strict environment and homosexuality is the biggest taboo next to killing someone..."

She took a breath and hesitated. I waited, letting her tell her story.

She continued. "Anyway, as a c***d I was always at some church function or another. Many of them were camps, or sleepovers, whatever. There were always times where all the girls would be in a big dorm, or tent or shower. Somebody was always naked or nearly so. I knew it was bad, but I always peeked at the other girls. I liked the way boobs and butts and p-p-pussies looked on all of the other girls."

She blushed when she said 'pussies' and I thought it was adorable. "It didn't matter if the girl had tiny boobs, you know, basically just nipples or giant boobs. I loved to look at them all." She was blushing from head to toe with her confession. I kissed her forehead to reassure her. "I loved how the little ones didn't move at all, I loved how the perfect medium ones jiggled and I loved how the big ones swung heavily."

She paused again and reached under my chin, lifting it to kiss me. "God," she moaned, "I love kissing you."

Then she giggled. "Have you noticed how there is nothing else that moves and sways and slides around like a big boob? That's one thing I think I want to do. Play with a really, really big pair of boobs." She lay quietly for a moment and then added, a little wistfully, "Like my friend, Misti's..."

She paused again, thinking. "You know, now that I think about it, I spent a lot of time looking at boobs. I'm surprised I didn't get caught."

I interrupted. "It's probably because no-one expected the minister's daughter to be a closet lesbian, checking out all the young tits and asses." I giggled again, "Maybe you are a p*******e."

She acted shocked. "Bitch!"

I laughed, shocked at her outburst. "Bitch? Nice language young lady, what would your father say about that mouth?"

She kissed me again, her hand drifting to my boob. "Not as much as he would if he knew where that mouth had been."

I laughed, "That's probably true..."

She finished her story. "Anyway, I guess I've always been interested in girls, I just didn't recognize it for what it was. Maybe, the threat of eternal damnation was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow. I don't know. Thank you for opening my eyes. Though now, I don't know that I can go back to that life and be content."

She rolled me over and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes for the kiss and then reopened them when she withdrew. She was hanging over me, her nose inches from mine. Her eyes were glistening with tears.

"I don't want to, but I've got to go home." She said tearfully.

I tried to kiss her again and she quickly slipped out of my arms. "No, baby, I really have to go." She glanced at the window. "It's nearly dark and my husband will be worried. I can explain late, but I can't explain spending the night. I'm afraid if we kiss again while we're naked, I won't leave your arms or your bed...ever."

She started picking up her underwear that was strewn around the bedroom. I scrambled off the bed and snatched the lacy boy shorts away from her just as she picked them up.

"These are mine, just in case you never come back." I straightened up and so did she.

"Belle, I want you to understand something," confessing something that I never thought I would, "I am a player. I fuck women younger and older than myself. My hobby is doing what I did with you today, seducing lesbian virgins, making them beg me to make them come, and making them love what I do to them."

The pain that came into her eyes was almost too much for me to bear. The tears rolled down her cheeks, and she turned from me. "So I was just a quick lay? Nothing but a conquest?"

I gently touched her arm, turning her to me. "Belle, I didn't tell you that to hurt you, or to brag. I've never said that out loud to anybody, including myself. I told you that because I don't want there to be any secrets between us. I told you that because you are the first woman I've ever met that my heart wants."

She had been looking at the floor and looked up sharply at me, her eyes narrowed. She searched my face for any sign of deception, finding none; she dropped her clothes and flew into my arms.

"It's too soon to say whether or not I love you, but you make me feel things I've never felt before. If you decide that you want to leave your life, please know that I'll be here." I whispered in her ear. I wanted this to be for just us, not even the walls could hear my confession or desire. "You're the sweetest, most naturally loving and innocent woman I've ever known."

She kissed me on the cheek and stepped out of my arms. "I don't know if I could do that." She said sadly, "I would have to leave, not only my husband, but my entire family."

There were tears in my eyes now. I was talking to her back as she got dressed. "I know; believe me, I completely understand. I want you to know I will accept anything you can give me." I couldn't believe I was acting with such desperation. "Once a year, once a month, once a week..." I giggled, "or once a day..., anything."

She said nothing until she was fully dressed and faced me. "I don't know; it's so much to absorb. After all, I just cheated for the first time in my life, not only on my husband, but in any aspect of my life. This was huge for me. I have to think. You must understand that as special as this is for you, it is simply unbelievable for me. I just need time to process."

She stepped into me, drew me into her arms and kissed me deeply. She released me and ran out of the bedroom and was headed for the front door. I followed, grabbing things as I went.

"Belle?" I said and she didn't slow down.

"Belle!" I said more forcefully.

"Reyna! Please don't!" She said as she approached the front door.

"Don't you think you'll need these?" I asked with a grin.

She stopped and turned around. I held her purse, her big floppy hat, her bible and pamphlets.

She giggled, "Oh gosh, I could never explain what happened to all that. Thank you."

I handed them to her, kissing her on the cheek. "It'll be hard enough explaining where you left your panties."

She giggled. "You're so bad."

She turned and went out the door. I went back and threw myself on my bed, smelling her scent, and cried, wondering if I'd ever see her again.

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The next Saturday I started my weekly cleaning routine. I had on a pair of Daisy Dukes and a thin halter top. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail. As I was picking up the living room the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and a gorgeous brunette dressed in a black pencil skirt, gray wrap around blouse and what looked like a white silk jacket was standing on the porch. I immediately opened the door. The first thing I noticed when I saw all of her was that her boobs were enormous.

"Hello little girl," my visitor said in a mellifluous voice, "Are your mommy and daddy home?"

"No," I replied, "they're not here right now." (I can't help it; it's reflex.)

"Well," she smiled demurely, "could I come in and talk to you?"

"I guess," I said briefly and stepped aside.

As she walked past me and said, "My name's Misti Stanton," I glanced down to see what she was carrying. It was a bible and flyers from Belle's church. My eyes widened as I thought, 'Could Belle have...?"