Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2023 22:39:28 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Lali (Lesbian/Adult Friends, oral, F/F)

Adult Friends, oral, F/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between two adult women.  If this type
of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do
not read it.

Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved.

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                         Lali
                           By
                          Jan

	When I was a 14-year-old I was a freshman in
Porter Ridge High School located south by southeast of
Charlotte, North Carolina.  One afternoon I missed the bus
I normally took home and would have to wait forty-five-
minutes to an hour to catch the bus used by the teachers.
While I was waiting, I needed to pee and went to the
ladies-room in the administration building.

	When I first entered, I thought the restroom was
empty.  I entered the first stall and closed and locked the
door, out of habit.  I had just finished peeing and was
wiping myself, when I heard the door open.  I heard the
voices of two girls entering.  They moved to the end of the
room and stood near the open window.  I heard them
complaining about a teacher they didn't like.  I was
curious who they were, so I moved to the door and with
the metal door bolted I was able to push the door out
enough to be able to see the two girls with one eye.

	I recognized them as two seniors that I had seen
around campus several times and knew one was named
Alia and the other one was named Maggie.  They were
dressed like typical preppy high school girls.  They were
standing close together and Alia took Maggie in her arms
and the kiss she laid on her sure wasn't a sisterly kiss.
They were embracing tightly and Alia pulled Maggie's tits
over the top of her dress and started sucking on her nice
nipples.  Her right thigh wedged between Maggie's legs.  I
watched them until they separated because they heard a
sound like a bathroom door opening.

	I stepped back against the wall behind the toilet, in
hopes that they wouldn't see my feet.  They left the
bathroom, and weighed a few minutes before I left in
time to catch the bus.  I did have to explain to a couple of
teachers why I had missed my bus.  Having witnessed Alia
and Maggie's behavior I became sensitive to the behavior
of them and my fellow students.

	When I saw Ali and Maggie around the campus I
watched to see if I could tell that they were in love with
each other.  I never saw them show any signs of affection
publicly.   I often went to the local theater to watch first
run movies.

	I was aware that some teenagers exited the theater
at the exits on either side of the screen that led to the
alley behind the theater.  I always left through the main
entrance and turned left at the corner and walked past
the alley.  I started to notice teenagers back there
smoking cigarettes.  When the breeze was right, I could
smell their cigarettes.

	I started noting couples kissing back there.  A
couple of times I saw couples of guys not only kissing, one
of them was on his knees and his face was buried in the
crotch of the other guy.  There were also a few times I saw
girls back there kissing each other and I saw one girl
holding up her dress while another dark-haired girl was
pressing her face against the crotch of the girl leaning
against the wall of the theater.  I never had the nerve to
act on my desire to find out what it would be like to have
sex with another girl.

	My aunt Jeanne, who was 10-years-younger than
my mother, and we both developed crushes on her.  She
has flawless lips, the toned figure of an athlete, and an
irresistible grin.  I used to regularly fantasize about
masturbating while kissing her large nipples and having
her touch my virgin pussy.  Strangely, I also pictured my
mother watching us, but she didn't stop us or come to the
party because she thought it would be wrong.  She must
have been wet as well.

	I dated a few boys while in high school, but only
with guys I could control.  I was still a virgin when I
graduated.  Like many of the girls I knew, I got married
within a couple of years of graduating from high school to
a guy five-years older than me that I had met while
working as a file clerk for a utility company.

	`We struggled to make ends meet, but we gave
birth to a daughter and son within the first five years of
our marriage.  As the children grew up, sex became less
important as we worked hard to build a nest egg and
provide for our children as good a living as our parents
had provided us.  It felt like a slippery climb because for
every raise in pay the cost of living and taxes ate most of
the gain up.

	As our children entered school, they started
exercising more independence as they grew older.  We
resented their rebelliousness as we sat there.  They
thought we were old-fashioned and unreasonable.  I
never looked forward to those parent teacher meetings
because rarely did a teacher ever tell us something we
didn't already know.  I became friends with a woman that
had children the same age as our children.

	We met each other at those parent teacher
meetings and functions the school arranged.  She had
even volunteered to supervise school field trips.  We
became friends while riding with the teachers and
students on the school buses.  Her name was Julia and I
told her I was Latita. We were both 48-year-olds.  She still
had a nice figure, even if she was a little thicker.  She was
still a 36-DD.  We began seeking each other out to have
coffee with.  Our conversations began to include
discussions about sex.  We were both frustrated because
we were not getting enough sex from our husbands
anymore.  When we talked about our youth and how we
became aware of sex.  Our experiences were similar.
When we became aware of sex, we were both afraid to do
anything about our desires because we had been told
good girls don't do those things.  There was a combination
of fear of consequences if found out, and to protect our
good girl reputations that prevented us from having any
sex until we were married.

	When I told her about the way I had witnessed Alia
and Maggie kissing and feeling each other up that day
when I was a high school freshman.  Julia admitted my
story had turned her on.  She related her story about
watching her older sister kissing and feeling up her best
friend from hiding.  After she related her story, we were
both sexually stimulated.  I felt my pussy tingling and
could feel that it was wet.  I thought I could even smell the
odor of my own pussy.  It just became natural for us to
embrace and kiss each other.

	The kiss progressed to be an open mouth tongue
kiss while we began feeling up each other's bodies.  We
were sitting next to each other at the dining table, but we
left the table to move to the family room couch where we
began removing each other's clothes.  When we were
both naked, we took turns sucking on each other's tits.  I
did enjoy sucking on her large tits.  I was drawn to the
smell of her pussy.

	I knelt between her legs and spread them wide so
that I could admire her cunt.  She was not the kind of
woman to shave her pubic hair off between her legs.  She
was quite hairy.  It was a thick mat on her vulva and
thinned as it ran down the inside of her thighs.  I spread
her labia and took a long look at her clitoris and vagina.

	Julia grew impatient and used both hands on the
back of my head to pull my head tightly against her cunt.  I
did my best to probe every nook and cranny of her cunt
with my tongue.  Julis must have enjoyed my efforts
because she was whispering her praise of my efforts and
her butt was wiggling around wildly.  She eventually had a
strong orgasm and smashed my face against her cunt so
hard I couldn't breathe until she relaxed and let her hand
move up to feel her own tits.

	When she recovered, she reversed our positions
and she began eating my cunt.  I must admit that I don't
have much in the way of pubic hair.  The vulva has a lot of
white meat showing.  She turned out to be very good at
eating pussy.  Shortly after that first sexual encounter I
felt guilty about cheating on my husband.  The guilt was
short lived.

	It took about a week before I got horny enough to
give Julia a call and invite myself over for a visit after the
kids were off to school.  When I arrived and Julia came to
the door, she was wearing a simple dress with a tight
bodice.  I do love the way her breasts fill out any dress.

	She invited me to have a seat in the living room
while she got us coffee.  She went to the kitchen and
when she entered the living room she had a tray with two
mugs, urn, sugar, cream, and a plate with several varieties
of cookies.  She placed the tray on the coffee table in
front of the couch.  She poured the coffee into the mugs
and she allowed me and sugar and cream to taste before
she doctored her coffee, before she sat down next to me.
We took a sip from her mug before she picked up a
cookie.

	We sat our mugs down after we took a sip.  The
coffee was cold by the time we picked them up again.
From that day on we visited each other every working day
for several hours of sex with each other.  I learned that
she had a stepdaughter named Anne, eho was 23-years-
old and whom I greatly adore for all her intellectual
prowess and warmth towards me.  She has short hair,
gorgeous ass, and 36-Cbreasts.

	Julia is aware of my feelings for her stepdaughter as
well as my sexual fantasies.  She was initially astonished
when I asked for Anne's used underwear, but she then
invited me to retrieve her undies from her laundry basket.
Anne and I would like to have a sleepover at Julia's place
eventually.  One day, I hope to seduce her, kiss her
passionately, cuddle her breasts like a lover, and pull her
head close to my cunt.  I'm wet as I dwell on my thoughts.
Julia's and my affair lasted for several years.


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