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Chapter 1 – The turning point
Mary was so nervous she had troubles keeping up with the traffic around her.It was early afternoon rush, and a lot of aggressive and impatient divers allover the place. Normally she would be so annoyed about this that her adrenalinewould be like that of a cliffhanger.
But not today. This was a very different day. Possibly a day to turn a newpage in her life. At the very least a new start, that's for sure. She was onher way to a very important meeting. Very important indeed!
Even much more important than the corporate meetings she frequently attended,meetings otherwise so important to her career possibilities. But this was notabout career. No statistics this time! This was all about her .About taking care of her own self.
And who would believe that a woman like her, Mary Gardner, a well- off redheadjust turned thirty-eight, with a good job and now dressed in her very bestsuit would be nervous about meeting a 16 year old girl!? Still almost a child?!
But that was exactly what was up next. When she would just get out of centraldowntown and up past Sandy Bay, she would find a discreet place to park hercar at the main mall, and then make the 10-minute walk down to another, smallermall. Safety first! Up there on the second floor was a simple restaurant thatnormally wasn't very crowded. That was their rendezvous- point.
She cursed silently – a hissing 'students T!' - when she again gottoo close to some car passing by. It was impossible to keep her focus on herdriving. Again and again her thoughts went back to the mails and chats shehad shared with this youngster.
How fast it had all happened, and how afraid she was that she was being kindof set up, or that it was all too good to be true…. Somehow.
She had finally got the nerve to try to sit down and write an Internet contactad. An ad where she would tell anybody who wanted to see exactly whatshe was looking for. Nothing more; nothing less.
She had started by trying to get an overview of the available sites by browsingthrough a lot of other people's ads to get some ideas about how to formulateher own text.
And that's when she happened to see the little note that she now hoped wouldchange her life. It was well hidden among a lot of other ones with photos ofvarying quality displaying blot- covered faces or bodies.
This one had no photo at all; just a small, but very direct text;
Girl, 16 would like to know one or more
Grown- up ladies for friendship and sex.
I like to give pleasure and make you lay
back and just enjoy.
I fantasize about this a lot, and hope that somewoman,
preferably 30 – 45 would want to make thisdream of mine
come true. I hope you won't ever regret .
That was it. Plain and simple…
So, she decided that before she would start to work on her own ad, she wouldtry to respond to this one. Without any illusions she hacked out a few wordsand sent off to the specified email address. This child probably had severalthousand replies already. This was exactly the kind of girl she had been dreamingof, so she had no illusions about being the only one to harbour such fantasies.
Actually she never felt she was much of the bisexual type. In the beginningthese fantasies had involved a young boy as her partner. But then again a boyof that age couldn't know anything about how to worship a mature, female bodywithout expecting anything in return, so it didn't take very long to scrapthat idea.
On the other hand she didn't consider it much more likely that a girl wouldlikely put herself in such a position either. Why would such a teenager beinterested in being with a woman that to her must resemble nothing but a wrinkledgranny? She remembered herself how she looked at such women back at that age.
It wasn't until she started to read about girl's lesbian feelings in women'smagazines that she started to think a little bit differently about it. Thereshe read about girls having fantasies about known celebrities. Some of themquite young, but also women much older than themselves.
The most interesting thing, however, was the most boring part – formost people; the statistics. A lot of these articles pointed to results ofdifferent kinds of polls, and even a few scientific studies, where those feelingswere described in terms of numbers. Who felt what to whom? How often? How much?What kind of feelings? Ever tried something? Those kinds of things
What she could read from this, was that in fact something like 10 – 15% of all declared bisexual girls had fantasies about women significantly olderthan themselves. Not because they were older, as such, but because for themthey represented a mature femininity and elegance, which they were extremelyattracted to.
In a country with, say 40 million people, an estimated 10% of the women wereself- aware bisexuals. That was some 2 million women. Of them about 10% weregirls having fantasies about older women. That was 200 000 girls!
In the beginning this thought was more frightening than exciting. She knewon her own that she would never have the nerve to make anything out of thatdiscovery.
Not until she got quite drunk with her girlfriend Lorraine one Saturday night.They were joking and laughing about a good- looking younger man, and what theywould like him to do to them. And then – just like that – she broughtup the same thing about a young girl they both knew! Lorraine had more thanhinted that she quite liked girls… on several occasions. And she hadalways been very open and direct about such things, at times even a littlebit vulgar for Mary's tastes.
As it was clear to her that her girlfriend actually had had her flings withsome young ones in the past, she really started to give it some serious thought.If she could do it, why not me too?! It is afterall consensual, sex between adults. No one gets harmed. Quite the contrary.Somebody could end up being very happy!
On the other hand she was definitely no lesbian in her own eyes. Certainlynot! So anything happening would have to be this special way that she had consideredcompletely impossible. And that had made her forget the whole thing for a longwhile. Almost! Well… actually not at all!
She almost missed the exit off to the mall, and had to swerve her car overinto the exit lane at the sounds of screaming breaks all around her!
Was something like this really able to bring her so totally out of focus?!?She really thought she had some experience in life by now.
She quickly parked in the huge lot, and started the short walk down to theother mall. The cold wind helped to cool down her body and mind. Ten minutesshould be just about enough to calm her frayed nerves.
She and Lorraine didn't talk much more about her confession for a long timeafter that night. She obviously didn't think of it as a big deal at all. Butfor Mary it was an entirely different thing though, a matter of a dream comingtrue or not. The thought had been implanted in her mind, and there was no wayshe was ever going to be able to get it out again.
But her case was probably hopeless, though! No matterwhat the statistics claimed, she still had to go out there and find her littleone. And somewhere deep down she had the feeling that they really didn't exist.Not really ! More than most other people, she knew exactlywhat you can do with statistics! After all!
So the discovery that the young girl behind the brave ad really did respond,- and even quite quickly – was both exciting as well as frightening.Frightening because she immediately got the feeling that something about itwasn't really real - not really - and even because thistold her that she might have done this many years ago, this simple step… -just like that!
Maybe she had wasted a lot of time - possibly many years of her life - bynot taking the step earlier.
There was a whole mixture of irrational feelings from this; realism, hope,desperation, embarrassment, passion, - and anger… And new hope!
And; maybe she should have taken the time to formulate her own ad anyway.Instead of rushing directly into this, that is. Instead of throwing herselfhead on into the first opportunity that happened to pass by her rather monotonouslife. She had always been the one to evaluate things carefully before makinga decision; the one to check more places and other options; the one to tryto get the best possible basis for a decision.
Until now.
This thing; this dream; this girl. Again, she had to admit, it had her fullyoff of balance. Out of control. And it even drove her fully out of her mind!!
The chilly breeze didn't do much to cool her down. Her heart pounded andher hands trembled slightly as she hastily approached the mall. Inside shehad to step by a downstairs restroom to check on her makeup and try to straightenup a bit before she continued to the escalators. She had to force herself towalk slowly. That way she wouldn't be gasping for breath as she entered thelittle restaurant. If she couldn't be as cool and confident as she normallywas, she could at least try not to make a complete fool of herself. Not becauseof some girl… some common teenage girl!
Then she could see the door to the restaurant coming up, and she lost allthe rest of the confidence she never actually had! What the hell was wrong withher?!? Why couldn't she handle a situation like this?!?
She stopped at a CD counter at the opposite side, and tried to get a peekinside without being noticed. It was still more than two minutes to go, butshe had a sneaky suspicion that the girl was already in there.
As she roamed through the CD's without really seeing anything, she memorizedthe dress- code they had agreed on. She was wearing her dark blue businesssuit with her copy of the Ball Street Journal all right. Black purse, darkbrown high heeled shoes, and deep red scarf with small, white dots. Bottle-green blouse. Check! She could see her brown eyes blinking faintly back throughher red- framed glasses as she looked up to check out her hair in the windowreflex in front of her. Quickly she swept a stray lock of her sleek dark reddishhair behind her ear.
Yes, she looked good! Definitely! And it shouldn't be possible to mix herup with somebody else in this outfit.
Could she risk that she would scare her off?
The little darling should be wearing very light blue, stonewashed jeans,and a white tee shirt with the word " Hartley " writtenacross the chest. Dark red leather boots and matching belt completed the pictureof what seemed to be quite a sporty and smart young babe.
The girl's response had been very promising. In the first mail that droppedinto her inbox she had told her that she really didn't expect any answers atall. How she had felt that everybody else were much stronger and prettier thanher, and that she wouldn't stand a chance in the competition. From the compositionand the spelling errors Mary felt quite sure that she really was what she saidshe was. A nervous young girl with a hot, hot dream! A perfect match for herown heated fantasies.
But still that creepy feeling kept coming back. What if she wasn't really real?Nothing had materialised yet…. after all. She couldn't quite believeit, somehow. Not until she had her in front of her, telling her the very samethings that she had written in her emails. Those wonderful words. Extremelyhot words of love and sex and compassion on a level far beyond anything shehad experienced until now. If she had got it right.
Of course it wasn't easy to say exactly how well they had understood eachother. Their first communications had been very vague on what they were reallyexpecting, and even wishing for in a possible relationship. And as they continuedto write each other, it seemed that they both somehow avoided getting downto details. Neither of them wanted to be the first one across the line. Maryfound this a little strange, keeping in mind the girl's bold words in her firstad. To " give pleasure and make you just lay back and enjoy ." Justthe thought of that sentence was enough to get her going, get her red- cheekedand soaking wet!
What the hell! It was no point standing here like some transient idiot. Beingafraid to enter a small restaurant because of a girl that may even turn outnot to be there at all!
She took a deep breath, checked her faint image in the glass once again,tightened the grasp on her journal and turned towards the entrance. She straightenedher shoulders as she tried to thrust her chest forward, let her tits fill thebra properly and press firmly against the jacket. Look proud and confident.Walk with calm, even casual steps. Kind of breeze into the place. Like a worldchampion. Like the lady of a young girl's dreams!
Still, as she passed in, looking stiffly right forward, she immediately caughta glimpse of someone with the matching clothes in the corner of her eye. Herheart nearly stopped, but somehow she still managed to get over to a free tableclose to the desk.
There was absolutely no way she would be able to have a look in the directionof the individual at the opposite wall! No way! She got seated without lookingtoo clumsy, and proceeded to unfold and open the paper she brought along.
The waitress was at her side almost immediately, and she ordered a blackcoffee. Strong! Definitely no cream and sugar now!
Her heart hammered in her chest as she let her eyes scan up and down thefront page of the journal. Again she saw nothing except the faint contour ofthe same person over at the other side.
She had to get a better grip of herself before shewould be able to raise her eyes and look over at her. She had to calm down.Get on top of this!
By right now it was completely impossible to even take a sip of her coffee.She knew her hand would shake so much that she probably would spill half ofit. At the very least! So that would have to be the first test of her self-control; getting a sip of your coffee like a normal, sensible person!
On the other hand she couldn't just continue to sit there reading, withoutlooking up. Time was up. After all she had come here to see someone! Anythingmore than another half minute of reading wouldn't be natural.
No, it was time for the confrontation! Time to raise her eyes and face afellow citizen!
She took a few deep breaths as calmly as she could. And then she did it!
She started by looking at her watch, and then let her eyes wander over tothe entrance, before continuing her perusal further along the wall until theyreached their goal. Her!
It was her, all right. And she was looking right back at her! With a soft,slightly unsure smile. Obviously wondering why she hadn't been looking in herdirection yet. Dammit!!
They stared at each other for a long, breathless moment as the world aroundthem disappeared. Mary's journal slowly sank down onto the table; almost tippingover her coffee. The hammering heartbeats almost made it impossible to evenkeep her facial expression calm. She felt the pulse create small ripples inher cheeks and neck, making her feel terribly clumsy. And she was sure theyoungster could see it!
The girl smiled broader, still looking innocently unsure. Mary felt she hadto struggle to kind of break up her stiff expression to smile back. Somehow.At least something resembling a smile.
That did it. The girl's face melted into its full, warmest smile. A smileso open and natural that she looked like the perfect angel… like shewasn't nervous at all! Mary tried her best to return it, but the corners ofher mouth refused to behave naturally and felt totally stiff and cramped. Shehad to fake a cough to avoid making a total fool of herself.
As she again looked up, she almost had to cough again, - this time for real- as she saw the girl getting to her feet. Oh My! She was coming over…..this way!
And then – just like this angel from above - she was sitting in frontof her, looking right at her, whispering a short, warm "hi". In her right handshe had her Coke, as they had agreed, and her fingers squeezed the cup lightlyas she alternatively looked down into the table and up into her eyes.
She was positively gorgeous. Quite tall, with shapy arms and legs. Sleek,silky, shoulder length, brown silky hair. Almost black eyebrows. Her skin wasso well tanned that her look almost had a touch of Hispanic about it.
The white tee shirt still had a corner of the price- tag sticking out atthe neck. Mary guessed that the girl had bought it especially for the printingof the 'Hartley'- logo in some red- pinkish letters over her chest.
Mary mobilised all her strength to come up with some kind of sensible response;
"Hi to you too! I've been looking so forward to meet you!" Again her smilefelt stiff as cardboard paper.
But still she felt that it might appear a little bit more humane than herfirst attempts.
She knew she was the one that definitely should hold the initiative in theirconversation, and tried to search through her memory for any of the topicsshe had planned to pick up on once they had met. The initial phrases she hadthought about. Those relieving, relaxing and confident words that would setthe tone and ease the tension that was bound to be there. Even if they bothshould have been Supergirl and her mum!
As the seconds passed and nothing seemed to come to her mind, her sense ofpanic grew. She had to come up with something !
"So, dear, now that we have met, would you like to tell me your name?"
Relaxing and confident tone?!? Hah! More like the start of an interrogation.And even not with the friendly voice she tried to put up.
"The girl got reddened slightly and looked down into the desk for a moment.Then she looked up and straight into Mary's eyes again.
"My name is Linda," she told her matter of factly. "Linda Verdale".
Mary took a deep breath.
"And I'm Mary Gardner. Original name, don't you think?!?" She tried to backher attempt on relaxed humour with a small laugh, but again it all felt ratherstiff and unnatural, more like crumpling up a piece of paper!
Another short pause with a new attempt to get on a better track of conversation.The girl kept looking straight at her, but luckily she was able to flash hereyelids down when things got embarrassing too.
"And you're really 16!? You look so young, it's almost unbelievable."
The girl's blush deepened. Mary was sure she expected the question, but probablynot at once, in such a straightforward way.
"Well… yes; Uhhh… I'm sixteen in three days, actually…"
"How wonderful! I…."
Again Mary stopped herself before she came up with another cliché-like remark. Making another attempt to get grip, somehow. Sure in time theywould touch in on the desires she had expressed in her ad, but not just asthe next point on the agenda, like a grey court referee… or a statistician.Not even when she could do so in a gleeful tone!
In the mean time she had to fill in with some kind of empty talk….before she got down to the things she was dying to talk about.
A new wave of nervousness came and passed, almost like stings of physicalagony! After a few deep breaths she felt a little better.
"Wonderful! You look beautiful! Lucky me to get to know such a young girllike you!"
Another rather clumsy expression, but at least the smile didn't feel allthat stiff and unnatural this time. She could even hold it for a moment withouther lips starting to vibrate from tensed exhaustion.
The girl had looked down for a moment, but now her adorable eyes beamed directlyat her again with a shy frankness that seemed to allow her full view into thedeepest recesses of her heart. Made her see that in there was a warm and gentleperson that couldn't have anything but the very best of intentions. And withwhom she could relax completely. Eyes so different from the eyes of her fellowcolleagues and associates, hardened as they were from their share of experiencefrom everyday life.
This girl was still open to the world. Curious about what it had in storefor her. Still didn't have to face and deal with the challenges of it all.At least not the hard way…yet.
Somehow she could already sense what kind of impression she made, as oneof the interesting elements coming in from the world out there. The big worldout there. If she would be able to handle things the right way, she could reallymake a difference to this youngster. And to herself!
She had to remind herself that the adorable little darling clearly had saidshe was a lesbian. So at least quite far over at that side, then. If so, shecould expect her to react on her a little bit the same way as the men did,couldn't she? Never any problem to get the guys on the hook. She liked to thinkthat it at least to some extent was her style and taste that contributed tothe attraction. Not only tits and ass! After all shewas a girl. Actually an adorable young lady!!
She was still extremely nervous, but somehow she felt calm enough to touchin on the things they had talked about – after all. She was even ableto take a sip of her now lukewarm coffee.
"I must admit I was extraordinary charmed by your little ad… It allseemed to me to be an impossible dream. And now - all of a sudden - it seemslike it may in fact come through! In this real life!"
The girl's eyes immediately darted down again, and her cheeks got purplered. Her lips vibrated lightly, but now words came from her.
After a moment Mary collected strength enough to reach out and lift her headby a gentle finger under the chin. And she managed to do so without shaking!Will wonders never cease?!?
"Linda.. darling. Look at me!" She was overwhelmed by a heart-warming feelingof love as their eyes met again.
"I have to know! Do you… you know… do you like me? I mean… likeme?"
Another moment of silence. She let go of the girl's cheek.
"Yes… oh yes… I do!" And then "a lot!!"
They sat for a long moment without a word. Without moving. And now they lockedeyes as they absorbed the meaning of what had been said. What that would actuallymean, and the fantastic possibilities that could open for them.
Mary felt the clumsy nervousness fade still further into the background,and suddenly a little of her own, confident self surfaced in the back of hermind to help her along. For the first time! As they were supposed to go thenext step of the way. Actually it was a little surprising. She would have expectedthat the significance of their words would have made things even worse forher.
She discovered she had been holding her breath for almost a minute, and letit out in a long, trembling sigh.
A person passing behind the girl suddenly kind of woke her up, and broughther back to this world. She suddenly got aware of the terrible noise in theroom. It reached into her mind almost like a shock, tearing her out of themagic state she felt they had been in.
A huge kindergarten group had filed in and rumbled down at the tables nextto them. They were accompanied by two young girls that couldn't be much olderthan them, and didn't have the slightest control on the cheering horde.
Of course, it was still early afternoon, and children were out to learn aboutthe realities of this world. The same reality that they would use a lot oftheir time to try to get away from when they grew up, she thought to herself.Just as she was doing right now? Seeking a new life, somehow…. a differentworld? Something that would allow her to break out of the monotony of everydaylife, and find a new meaning…. maybe even the utopia called happiness?!?
That certainly was what she was searching for, and maybe young Linda too?
Could she really find happiness with a youngster like this one? And whatwould such a life be like?
She shivered lightly. Actually that was nothing but a blue utopia too! Couldn'tbe!
What would the little darling's parents say? Of course they wouldn't acceptsomething like this. The girl could be her daughter, for student's sake! Itwould be totally unacceptable even if she had been a man!
But then again… what did she need to be happy… really?? Cometo think of it, the girl was actually looking for a sexual experience, someoneto take and embrace the love and tenderness that she dreamed so much aboutgiving!
Could it be that she could continue her life and see if destiny really hada partner of the opposite sex up the sleeve for her? And experiment with herfantasies and emotions with a girl like this… as she went along? Wasn'tthat exactly what she could do in an extraordinary relationshiplike this? If it would materialize!
She had been thinking this over and over again, but now it was suddenly allunder her skin! Embracing her heart, rocking her mind. Like she still hadn'teven considered it at all.
She met the girl's eyes again. Dark and blue and wonderful.
"Do you think that we… could.. I mean… do something?!?"
Again a hopeless question! It just fell out of her. How could she be so extremelyclumsy? Ignorant?!?
But again the youngster was the one to handle the situation best. No doubtshe had been preparing well for their first meeting. The girl took Mary's handin both her own, and caressed it gently as she looked down for a moment totake a deep breath. Then the eyelids flicked up at her again.
"Yes! Yes… I think we can, Miss. I… I'd love to…. Really!!More than anything!"
Silence. Heavy heartbeats. Moist, sparkling eyes. Lightly shaking hands.Wild, dark dreams. Love and compassion. And desire!
Mary felt more sure than ever. This was the beginning of something great….
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