Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 09:11:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Amanda Carpenter <ajc_1980@yahoo.com>
Subject: Her Little Sonya, Part One

This is a story about sexual relations between a woman and a young girl. If
these ideas offend you, please do not read.  Guys, you probably won't like
this one.  Ladies, this is written for you.  Mostly, though, it is written
for my darling, my little Sonya.  Persons and events are sometimes based on
flights of fantasy.  Owner retains copyright.  Would love to hear from you.
- Mandy Carpenter (ajc_1980@yahoo.com)


Her Little Sonya

She sat at the table, head bent and cradled in her hands, her coffee
cooling in front of her, untouched.  The awful thoughts she'd been having
were beginning to etch themselves into the pattern of her daily life and as
she thought about her situation she became increasingly upset.
   It had begun shortly after she had moved to this unfamiliar city,
chasing after a job that she desperately needed to hold on to.  She knew no
one and felt totally alone.  At 32, she had spent most of her life
searching, and she hoped that perhaps the move to this new place would lead
to something.
   The first weeks in the nearly empty apartment had been torture.  And
then she had met little Sonya.  She was instantly drawn to the adolescent
girl.  Passing her in the parking lot, exchanging greetings, and savoring
the girl's warm smile had been bits of sparkle in an otherwise gloomy
existence.  She missed her friends in Columbus and was thankful for even
the most casual human contact.  The girl had seemed so friendly and open.
Claudine had thought that perhaps she too was a bit lonely, riding her bike
around the parking lot in an apartment community populated with childless
couples and singles.
   One day she stopped to chat with the youngster, curious about her
situation.  They fell easily into conversation and talked about school, the
weather, and bicycles.  For some reason, Claudine ventured to ask her if
she'd like to come in for some iced tea.  It was hot in the parking lot and
it seemed the reasonable thing.  "But you must ask your mother or father,
first," she said.  Sonya told her that neither of her parents was home and
that she was on her own until 6:00 each night after school.  Concerned,
Claudine asked how old she was and discovered that the girl was thirteen,
old enough, she supposed, to look after herself.  So they went to her
apartment and the woman served them ice tea and cookies.  They continued
chatting about all kinds of things and Claudine was thoroughly enjoying
herself.  At 5:30 the girl jumped up and explained that she needed to be
home right away.  The woman was grateful for the company and yet saddened
to see her go.  She walked her to the door and they reluctantly exchanged
goodbyes.
   After their first meeting, the woman and the girl met often in
Claudine's apartment.  Both were isolated and lonely in their way and the
times they spent talking developed a connection between them which they
each needed and treasured.  Their conversations were often serious and they
exchanged ideas about things private and personal.
   One afternoon, the talk wandered, as it had several times before, into
an area which Claudine found somewhat disturbing.  Sonya, like most
adolescents, had many concerns about sex.  She was intensely curious and
wanted to talk with someone about the feelings she'd been having.  Claudine
tried to maintain composure as Sonya talked about her experiments with
masturbation and the feelings she'd been having about both boys and girls
at school.  Claudine's difficulty was due to the increasing attraction she
had discovered for the girl.  Sonya was adorable.  She had lovely dark
hair, fluffy and full, beautiful deep brown eyes, and full pouting lips.
Her body was that of a typical 13 year-old, but it was her legs that had
captivated the woman.  They were pale and smooth, muscular but soft, and
shapely in a way that hinted at womanliness, while still retaining the
delightful character of youth.
   As she often did, the girl was wearing shorts and when she had gotten up
from the kitchen table to get a glass of water, Claudine had not been able
to take her eyes from her.  She was particularly drawn to the girl's upper
thighs, and the lovely spot where legs became buttocks.  Today this
sensuous area was peeking out from underneath Sonya's pink shorts and the
woman swallowed hard as she suddenly realized the powerful effect this girl
was having on her.
   As the girl talked with Claudine about her discovery of masturbation and
how she felt ashamed for touching herself, the woman struggled to keep her
mind focused on the conversation and away from the sexual arousal she was
feeling.  Without thinking she blurted, "Don't worry, honey, masturbation
is perfectly natural--most women do it and enjoy it."  Her mind was in
total confusion.  Suddenly, a vision of this lovely girl with her hands on
her naked body, playing languidly with herself and smiling seductively
appeared to her.  She shook herself and tried to return to the
conversation.
   "Wow, really?  I didn't know women did it, I thought it was just girls."
   "Well, it's true," she said and without thinking added, "I do it quite a
lot."
   The girl was surprised by this frank admission and just a little bit
nervous.  To her, Claudine was a beautiful woman and the thought of her
touching herself, was a bit unsettling, though she was not sure why.  She
began to feel embarrassed and changed the subject to one of their favorite
topics: shoes.  She told Claudine about some new athletic shoes she'd seen
and how cool she thought they were.  They both loved to shop for shoes and
Claudine had a large collection which she had recently shown Sonya.
  Soon, it was time for the girl to go and nothing more was said about
masturbation, even though both of them were thinking about it.
  That night in bed, Claudine's thoughts drifted to her young friend and
images of her legs and long slender feet swam before her mind's eye.
Without realizing, she had begun to rub herself, and before she knew what
was happening, she was calling Sonya's name and experiencing an intense
orgasm.  For the next three nights, the same thing happened, except that
her fantasies about Sonya became increasingly more graphic and sexual.
   And then one afternoon it happened.  It started in an ordinary way,
Claudine had bought some new shoes.  She and Sonya were in the bedroom,
looking at them.  Without any thought of consequences, Claudine asked Sonya
if she would like to try on some shoes that she thought might fit her.
Claudine had rather small feet and several pairs she'd purchased in the
last few years were too small, had never been worn, and might fit the girl.
Sonya was agreeable and sat on the edge of the woman's bed, her shapely
legs dangling and her skimpy shorts riding up her thighs.  The woman got
the shoes and knelt in front of the girl.  She removed her shoes and socks
and held each of her feet, cradling them in her hands for several seconds
too long.  Touching the girl and having her feet and legs directly in front
of her face, produced overpowering emotions in the woman.  She quickly
released her hold and covered her actions with an apologetic remark,
telling the girl she was just sizing them.  She placed the first pair of
shoes on the girl.  They were a close fit and Sonya stood and walked around
in them.  The shoes were some that Claudine had purchased for a party
earlier that year, and they looked quite sexy on the youngster.  As she
walked, she posed for Claudine, laughing and joking about how grown up she
must look.
   The woman was stunned by the beauty and the sexuality of the girl.
Touching the girl and holding her feet in her hands had provoked her more
than she had thought possible.  She sensed that she was becoming moist and
she became fearful of what might happen.  She thought she had better end
this immediately and told Sonya to come and sit again so she could remove
the party shoes.  Her mind lost its focus and as the girl again sat in
front of her, she could no longer control what was happening.  She grasped
the girl's calves lovingly and stroked them.
   "Your legs are so beautiful, so lovely," she stammered.
   Sonya was immediately alarmed by what was happening.  The feeling of
having her legs caressed was exquisite, but she was quite embarrassed and a
little frightened.
   "Thank you," she murmured, "but I better be going."  She stood, grabbing
her own shoes, and walked from the room with Claudine following her,
feeling humiliated and miserable.
   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.  I just wanted to
admire your legs, that's all.  Please don't think badly of me.  It's just
that..."  She left the sentence dangle as she accompanied the girl to the
door and watched her leave.
   Now, as she sat contemplating these events, she became depressed.  She
lifted her head and took a sip of the cold coffee.  Just what I deserve,
she thought, a bitter drink for a sick pervert.  The girl had just left,
somewhat hurriedly, and as the woman sat at the kitchen table feeling
wretched, she thought that her actions this afternoon might end the
friendship that she cherished so deeply.
   What was wrong with her?  How could she possibly be sexually attracted
to a thirteen year-old girl?  Even more troubling to her, how could she
possibly stop herself from having the awful sexual fantasies that had been
crowding into her mind, night after night?  These thoughts were now with
her almost constantly.  She desired Sonya beyond reason.  Her desire was so
strong.  It was overpowering.  As she sat, the realization came over her
that there was nothing she could do to change her feelings.  No matter what
she did, no matter how long she lived, no matter what happened, no matter
the consequences, she would always desire Sonya.  It was not merely a
matter of physical attraction; she was also drawn to the girl's
personality.  Her cheerful demeanor, her witty conversation, her loving
nature, and the power of her young intellect had ensnared Claudine.  She
was, in fact, deeply in love with the girl.
   Late that night, Sonya was having difficulty sleeping.  Her feelings
about the woman were somehow interwoven with her interest in sex and she
could not comprehend what was happening.  When the woman had touched her
legs in that special way, she had yearned for it to continue, but had
immediately become fearful.  She had known that it was not proper for a
grown woman to be touching her like that.  Even now as she lay in bed,
thinking about it, she could feel her face flush from the memory.
Abruptly, she thought of masturbating, but quickly put it out of her mind:
it was just too weird.
   When she awoke the next morning, things seemed a little clearer to her.
Why shouldn't a woman admire a girl's legs?  Nothing wrong with that, was
there?  Relieved at having reached a comfortable resolution regarding the
previous day's events she went about her regular routine, went to school,
and thought nothing more of it.
   In the afternoon, when Claudine usually arrived home from work, Sonya
kept an eye out for her as she usually did.  Finally, two hours later,
Claudine drove up to her building.  As she always did, the girl rode her
bike to meet her.  Today something was different.  And then she understood.
Claudine was drunk.  She had seen it many times before in her parents and
their friends and recognized the signs immediately.  As the girl stood, not
knowing what to do, Claudine turned towards her, face twisted in anguish.
"You hate me, don't you?" she slurred and without warning burst into tears.
Sonya threw her bike down and rushed to her.  Seeing Claudine in such
distress was painful.  Somewhat surprised, she realized she cared deeply
for her and she hated to see her so upset.
   "Let's get you in the house," she said gently and grasped the woman
around the waist.  Together they hobbled to Claudine's apartment.  The girl
fished the keys from the woman's purse and let them in.  The was not the
first time she had helped an adult in this situation.  She led her to the
bedroom and helped her onto the bed.  Tears continued to stream down the
woman's face.
   "You don't hate me?" she asked hopefully.
   "Of course I don't hate you.  Now you go to sleep.  I'll be in the
kitchen for a few minutes, then I have to go home."
   "Wait!  You don't think I'm a pervert or somethin?"
   The girl walked to the head of the bed and laid her hand lightly on
Claudine's forehead.  "Of course not.  Please go to sleep, you'll feel much
better in the morning."
   "Umm."
    Feeling suddenly quite adult, Sonya went in to the kitchen and sat at
the table where they had had so many wonderful conversations.  She wanted
to sort out what was happening, but it was simply too complicated.  Too
many questions were unanswered.  She checked on Claudine, founded her
sleeping peacefully, and went home.
   At 4:00 a.m. Claudine awoke, mouth crusty and head throbbing.  What the
hell?  Oh, she remembered, oh no!  Now what have I done?  She lay in bed
through the frightening hours of early morning, imagining the worst of all
possible outcomes in every permutation conceivable.  When the alarm went
off, she drug herself from bed and somehow managed to get to work.
   During the day, all she could think of was Sonya.  Perhaps it wasn't
hopeless after all.  What could she say to the girl to help them restore
their friendship?  Surely there must be something?
   Driving home, she became optimistic about the situation.  She did
remember that Sonya had been nice to her last night, had even reassured
her.  Maybe things could be patched up.  As she pulled into the parking
lot, she scanned the lot for a glimpse of the girl.  She was not there.
She parked and went in, thinking how wonderful+ it would have been to see
the girl on her bike, riding up to her with a radiant smile.  She sat
heavily at the kitchen table and drank a glass of water.  Now what? she
thought.
   Before she had time to lapse into depression, there was a familiar knock
at the door.  Her heart leapt.  She sprang up and went to the door.  It was
Sonya.  The woman could not contain her happiness.  "Oh I'm so glad to see
you!" she gushed as the two of them sat at the kitchen table.  Her eyes got
moist and she dabbed at them with her fingers.
   "Me, too.  I got worried about you, after yesterday.  Are you all
right?"
   "Yes, now that you're here," Claudine said, smiling happily at the girl.
   "Why were you so upset yesterday?  And why did you drink so much?"
   "I was...well, I thought that you wouldn't want to visit me again
after...after the way I touched your legs day before yesterday."
   Sonya knew that this was the problem, and she wanted to make things
better between them.  Her time spent with Claudine in the past weeks had
been the happiest she'd had in a long time.  She had determined earlier
exactly what she would do.  "Let's sit on the sofa, please."  She walked
somewhat primly across the room and seated herself on the sofa, trying to
look as adult and dignified as she could.
   Sitting on the other end of the sofa, Claudine was puzzled by what was
happening.  She couldn't imagine what was going to happen next.  Was Sonya
going to scold her, shame her, declare her disgust?  Whatever it was, the
woman was ready to accept it.  She sat there nervously awaiting Sonya's
words.
   "I have decided that if you want to admire my legs, there is no harm in
it," the girl said.  She was frightened at what might happen, and yet quite
excited.  The woman's strong desire for her had become sexually arousing
and she was determined to experience what it meant to be so very desired by
a grown woman.  She twisted towards the woman and raised her legs onto the
sofa.  "Would you like to admire them now?  For just a few minutes?"
   The woman was astonished.  Could this be happening?  Only a moment ago
it seemed she might never see Sonya again and now the beautiful girl was
inviting her to touch her legs.  It was too good, too perfect.  "Oh!
That...that would...that would be wonderful.  But, are you sure?"
   "Yes, I want you to."
   When these words reached Claudine, she melted.  Was it possible that
this girl might possibly feel some kind of attraction to her?  It was too
much to hope that her little Sonya might fall in love with her, but for the
moment it didn't matter.  She was in heaven.  She reached out to the girl
and lovingly patted her on the shins.  "You must think I'm silly for
feeling the way I do, but you are so beautiful to me."  She allowed her
hands to roam more freely over Sonya's ankles, knees and calves.  The
girl's legs were warm and smooth, the soft skin was pulled tautly over her
muscles and bones.  Claudine massaged, caressed, and fondled the youthful
limbs.  "May I take you shoes off?"
   "Yes, if you want."
   The shoes and socks were carefully removed and the woman rubbed the
toes, the soles, and the arches of the girl's feet.  Her excitement was a
mixture of love and lust.  The contact with Sonya's skin was incredibly
arousing and as she looked at the girl she was filled with desire.  Despite
her euphoric condition, the woman knew that she could not go too far or she
would certainly scare the girl.  After a minute or so, she stopped. "Thank
you.  You have made me very happy," she told the girl.  "And now, how about
something to drink and a nice snack?"  Before she let go of the foot she
was still holding, she stuck the girl's big toe in her mouth and sucked
hard for a fraction of a second.  Sonya giggled.
   "Oooow!  My toe is dirty!"
   Rising to her feet, Claudine said, "Come on, let's go in the kitchen,
Little Miss Feet."
   They spent the rest of the afternoon as they had done many times before,
talking, drinking soft drinks, and nibbling on the snacks Claudine
produced.  Each pushed any thoughts of what had happened to the back of her
mind, knowing that later, perhaps at night, the events would be replayed,
reviewed, and savored.
   When Sonya departed, Claudine was ecstatic.  She could barely believe
what had happened.  Did this mean that her darling girl was comfortable
being caressed?  Would she be able to express her desire to her?  For the
moment, however, Claudine was feeling an intense need between her legs and
she went into her bedroom and lay on her bed.  Removing her slacks and
panties, she felt herself, finding that she was soaked.  Her labia felt
puffy and her clitoris was swollen.  She masturbated quickly, wanting to
calm herself.  She lay there for another hour, dreaming and touching
herself, bringing climax after climax until she felt herself becoming sore.
   That night after Sonya went to bed, she lay thinking about what had
happened.  It was obvious to her that Claudine desired her sexually and
probably wanted to do a lot more than play with her feet, but she wasn't
exactly sure what that would mean.  And besides, wouldn't it be terribly
wicked for a young girl to have sex with an adult woman?  She squeezed her
legs tightly, imagining Claudia devouring her, eating her up like a lioness
on the African plain.  She cried out quietly as she climaxed, a child, lost
in a sexual jungle, who fervently wished Claudine would show her the way.
   The next day was Saturday, and the girl and the woman seldom spent time
together on the weekends.  Sonya's parents were home and demanded most of
her time.  Claudine tried to keep loneliness away by shopping, going to the
movies by herself, and visiting some local bars.  Neither the girl nor the
woman were successful in keeping their minds on the here and now.  They
found that at any moment, they might drift into dreaming of the other one
and imagining what might be.  It was difficult for both of them and when
Monday finally came and Sonya saw Claudine return home from work, she
squealed with happiness and rushed to the woman's apartment.
   "Hi, I saw you drive up.  How are you?  What did you do over the
weekend?  I missed you!"  The questions rolled out one behind the other in
a jumble, but when she said the last words, she stopped, looked at
Claudine, and held out her arms.  They moved to each other and, without
speaking, hugged tightly.  It was not a long embrace, but it was not the
kind that friends give each other.  Their bodies were pressed firmly
together and they held onto each other, clinging tightly.  The contact had
been so close that when they broke apart they were each a little
embarrassed.
   "Uh, well, wow it's good to see you," the woman stammered as they stood
in the doorway.  "Come on in."
   The smell of the woman's perfume, her perspiration, and a hint of some
sort of sexual odor stayed with Sonya.  Her face had been pressed into
Claudine's neck when they hugged and the smell of her lingered in the
girl's nose.  As they sat down at the table, Sonya could feel herself
getting moist between her legs.  The warmth of the woman's body and her
smell were powerful stimulants and now, looking at her, the girl could not
help feeling some arousal.  Although she had not realized it, she had been
hungering for sexual contact these last few weeks.  Now, as she watched the
rise and fall of Claudine's breasts, her breath quickened.  She wanted this
woman to desire her, to do whatever she wanted.
   "Would you like to admire me for awhile?" the girl asked, surprising
herself at the boldness of her suggestion.  Claudine could hardly believe
it.  Was this the moment?  Would she finally be able to possess her little
Sonya in the way that she had been dreaming and fantasizing about?
   Without a word, the woman rose from the table, and holding the girl's
hand, led her into the bedroom.  The girl sat on the edge of the bed.
Claudine said, "I'm so nervous I'm shaking," she said and laughed, trying
to reduce the tension in the room.
   "Me, too!"
   They smiled at one another and then the woman sat on the bed.  "May I
kiss you?" she asked.  The girl nodded her head shyly and Claudine reached
for her and held her head lightly while she sweetly kissed the young lips.
   "Mmmm.  Again, please," the girl murmured.
   They sat and kissed for half an hour, nuzzling and fondling each other,
whispering to each other, opening their mouths and exploring with their
tongues.  Claudine became inflamed with her desire for the girl and broke
away finally, looking into the girl's eyes and telling her, "We're going to
take our clothes off now.  That's okay, isn't it?"
   "Ohhh!  Are you going to admire me now?"  This comfortable euphemism had
served well so far, and Claudine felt no need to drop it.
   "Yes, I am going to admire you, all of you."  She moved her hands to
help Sonya remove her top and the small bra she wore underneath.  "You take
my breath away, you are so lovely!" she told the girl.  Then she stood and
removed her top and her skirt and shoes.  She sat down again and tugged at
the girl's shorts.  "Your turn now."
   Sonya had become quite uncomfortable sitting there with no top and with
her small breasts exposed.  She turned to Claudine and said, "I'm too
embarrassed."  Claudine understood and she rose from the bed and pulled
down the blanket and the top sheet.
   "Let's get under here," she suggested, smiling.  The girl understood and
after removing her shoes and socks, wriggled under the sheet dressed in her
shorts and panties.  Claudine quickly removed her underwear and slid in
beside the girl, cuddling her and giggling.  They played the tickling game
for a few minutes, squirming and laughing.  And then they were abruptly
silent and wrapped their arms around each other, holding tightly and
whispering "oh" and "mmm" over and over to each other.  Soon the woman
positioned herself above the girl's smaller body.  She covered her neck,
shoulders, and chest with kisses, teasing her nipples and giving her little
licks.  She turned slightly towards the girl's feet and gently slipped her
hand down over the front of Sonya's shorts. "May I touch you there,
darling?"
   "Yesss." Sonya's reaction to the woman's caresses had been mixed.
Everything was heavenly and wonderful, but a thread of anxiety pulled at
her, preventing her from losing herself completely in the woman's
attentions.  She couldn't completely escape thinking that this was wrong,
improper, bad, forbidden.
   The woman tenderly massaged the girl's small pelvic area, deftly working
her fingers between her legs and pressing upwards into her sex.  She could
feel the girl tense and she moved her fingers away and stroked the inside
of her thighs and turned her attention to the small breasts.  She placed
her mouth over them, switching from one to the other and back again.  She
used every trick she had learned over the years from the more experienced
women she had made love with.  She blew, licked, tickled, sucked hard, bit,
and suckled like a baby.  All the while she kept her hand moving from the
girl's thighs to her stomach and back, lightly grazing her pelvis and
touching her small, secret place as it traveled.  Soon Sonya was moaning
softly and shivering from this treatment.  Claudine could feel the girl's
hips rising slightly to meet her fingers as they passed near her genitals.
Judging the time to be right, she suddenly dove under the covers, tickling
and pinching Sonya's legs and tummy.  She quickly unfastened the little
shorts and unceremoniously yanked them and the panties down her legs and
off, leaving them buried in the covers at the bottom of the bed.
   As the woman slowly crawled back up to Sonya, she dragged her breasts
over the girl's abdomen, stomach, and chest.  Sonya was surrounded by a
powerful sense of well being and warmth.  The woman's body was so wonderful
and the way it felt rubbing on her body was intoxicating.  She was slowly
drifting into a state of bliss and her mind was beginning to release its
rational, reasoning hold on her and allow pure emotion to fill her.  She
moaned loudly, "Mmmm...mmmm....unnh."  Her body abruptly let go of its
tension and she writhed and twisted beneath Claudine, rubbing herself
against the woman's body like a cat.
   This sudden shift was enough to cause the woman's eyes to dampen with
tears. The pure joy which she felt coursed through her.  She covered the
girl's face with kisses.  "I love you," she whispered to her.
   Their bodies were becoming hot.  Claudine flipped the covers down a bit.
She held the girl against her.  Her body was small and hard compared to
hers, yet so perfectly formed.  She buried her nose in the thick brown
hair.  Her hand traveled down the girl's body, directly to her most
sensitive place.  Cradling the girl lovingly, she pressed her fingers
lightly into the small cleft and held it there, unmoving.  "Is that okay?"
she asked.
   Sonya was feeling trapped in the most wonderful way.  This woman needed
her, desired her, and now she was touching her in the most intimate area of
her body.  What could she do?  She would have to give the woman what she
wanted and in doing so, would satisfy her own fantasies of being seduced by
an older woman.  She shivered as the woman's fingers pressed gently against
the sensitive flesh of her sex.
   "Yes," she said, "I want you to.  I know how much you need it.  It will
help you?  If you touch me, it will excite you?  And then you can get some
relief?"
   The solemn words sounded almost clinical to Claudine, but she was moved
by the meaning of them.  Her little lover was aware of and concerned about
her sexual need.  The girl was no innocent--she understood arousal and
climax.  And she was willing to give herself in order provide sexual
satisfaction.
   "Baby, I do need you, I need to touch you and hold you.  I am incredibly
aroused.  You have a powerful effect on me.  And yes, if you let me make
love to you I will cum and cum and cum."
   "I...I...want to cum, too."  The sweet words thrilled Claudine.  She
bent to the girl and kissed her softly on the lips, holding the kiss while
she shifted the position of her fingers slightly against the girl's inner
labia.  She could feel Sonya tense and the girl let out a tiny sigh which
escaped into the woman's open mouth.  Barely moving, the woman shifted her
fingers against Sonya's genitals, not rubbing, but merely altering the
pressure slightly.  She continued kissing the girl and tenderly pressing on
her sex until she could hear the girl panting.  "Ohh...ohh...unnh."
   Claudine moved her lips to the sensitive skin of Sonya's neck, nibbling
and sucking lightly.  The girl was becoming more and more excited, her
moans were more distinct, and she was pressing her small pelvis
rhythmically against Claudine's hand.  As the pace increased, the woman
whispered, "Think you can cum?  Please, it would make me so happy!"
   "Yesss.  Soon...oh...yes...ohhh," she replied breathlessly, amazed at
the way she had become so aroused so quickly.  The woman had a power over
her that was far stronger than she had thought.  Her genitals were
twitching and tingling.  Her body was on fire with tiny prickles of
pleasure.  She could feel herself begin to convulse involuntarily.  She was
going to climax soon.  The tension was building, mounting, approaching a
peak.
   Claudine maintained the contact against Sonya's small labia and
clitoris, pressing firmly to meet the girl's thrusts. The girl's stomach
muscles were stretched tightly against the woman's arm.  The girl's
movements became jerky and uncoordinated and Claudia could feel her climax
beginning.  She whimpered loudly and gasped as her body quaked in
synchronization with the convulsions in her vagina.  Claudia was so
affected that she began her own climax, squeezing her thighs together and
clutching the girl close to her.
   The woman and the girl moaned, shook, and rode out their spasms
together, kissing each other passionately.  And as they relaxed, they began
to softly stroke each other, petting and soothing their quivering arms and
legs.  Nothing could hold back Claudia's tears as her eyes moistened.
Teardrops crept across her cheeks and she exclaimed, "I can't believe it.
I am so lucky, so lucky.  You are so wonderful."
   "You make me feel...so...so desired.  I had a big...you know...cum,"
Sonya whispered.
   They lay together quietly, listening to their own breathing slow.  The
heat from their bodies wrapped around them.  Their hands explored each
other slowly, delicately, offering reassurance and affection.
   "Darling, I'll be home from work early tomorrow.  Will you be waiting
for me?"
   "Yes."