Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 15:54:55 +1100 (EST) From: madeline morrison Subject: madeline's story Just a little story I've written about the first time I met Erica whose stories have been told under the title "Hairdresser', "Our few days away" and "After the island". This is not intended to disagree with anything Erica's said but merely to put the story from my point of view. As you all know everything can be seen from two angles and this is mine. I notice that writers usually put in a foreword about it being their story and not for publication so consider that said too. The story is called Madeline's story. If you do read it I hope you enjoy. It's true to the best of my recollection. I had in fact finished the story but after seeing Florence and Erica together that night I decided that I just had to tell you how it how lovely it was and how it affected me. Love to all, Madeline e-mail at mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au Hi, I'd like to introduce myself, my name's Madeline, you my have heard of me before, I'm Erica's former girl friend. I'm sure if you're reading this you know who Erica is, she's one of the authors on this site, which I've only just found, I'd never heard of it before. Erica has said some very nice things about me in relation to our "love affair", I didn't know she regarded me so highly not only for my sexual attributes but also as a girl. I first met her in a hairdressing salon where I surprised myself by picking her up. I knew she had been looking at me in the mirror and she had the excuse that she didn't know where else to look but I caught her looking at me again and again. As a matter of fact I purposely moved my legs when I was sat on the floor so that she could see my knickers especially the "wet spot" in the crotch. I'd never had sex with a woman before and as a matter of fact I'd never had sex before with a girl or a boy either. So what made me come on to her? That's a difficult question to answer, maybe it was because she was looking at me in the mirror and maybe it was because I purposely moved myself so she could see my knickers. Once I'd seen her looking I guessed she was a lesbian, an ordinary woman would, perhaps, have either looked away or been disgusted at the sight of my wet knickers. Like most other girls of my age I'd had "fantasies" about other girls at school, some of them had been blonde, some brunette and some with hair as black as night. Physically, I like the same kind of girl, not too tall, perhaps 5 feet 2 inches so that they are quite a bit smaller than I am. Quite slim, as long as they had breasts, but most of all, I liked them with big nipples, nice bottoms and nice muscular legs, hair colour was really unimportant. When I masturbated it was those kinds of girls that I thought about. From what I could see of Erica it seemed that she had all of those attributes. Her hair was red but I was later to find out that her natural colour was a sandy blonde but in recent year she'd dyed it red. So, was I turned on, you bet I was, I couldn't wait for her to look at me again so I could unmistakeably let her know I was interested. As she blushed I gathered more courage and as I sat in the chair next to her if I remember correctly, she blushed again as I asked her if we could have coffee and perhaps lunch afterwards, but she didn't say no. I think the hairdresser was a bit startled to hear a young girl like me coming on to an older woman but I thought she was so gorgeous that I just had to talk to her. My hairdresser finished what she was doing for me before Erica's, as I got out of the chair I said I'd meet her in the Cosmopolitan caf‚ upstairs near the ABC department store. I waited there for quite sometime and when she still didn't come I went looking for her, such was my confidence. I found her sat on a bench near the hairdresser's salon and when I took her hand and kissed her lightly on the lips she blushed and didn't pull her hand away. I suspect that anybody passing by would have mistaken us for mother and daughter although I'm several inches taller than she is but that's not unusual these days. I took her to the Cosmopolitan caf‚ as I'd suggested and led her to the rear of the caf‚ where I sat her down and ordered drinks for us both. She looked a little shy so to relieve her of her shyness I kissed her on the lips again and let my hand touch her breast. Perhaps other people could see us but I didn't care I was totally entranced with this woman. She was so nicely dressed, much nicer than the schoolgirls that I'd fantasised about, I could see her lovely blouse, her lacy bra, and quiet a lot of her legs covered with very nice stockings, I wasn't to see her knickers in full until later. The skin was so pale, it obviously didn't see much of the sun and when we sat and she leaned forward the skin on her breasts was almost the same. After we'd had our drinks and I'd asked her all about herself I'd led her outside to her car and when she was seated I gave her a very long kiss, pushing my tongue deep inside her mouth not thinking that I'd never done this before with a girl of any age. It didn't seem to matter, it just felt so natural tongue kissing this older woman who moaned as I moved my tongue across her lips, just smearing them with my saliva and then plunging it deep in her mouth to massage her tongue. For some reason I thought it a nice idea to run my tongue along her teeth, don't know why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. I held her breast and felt her nipple starting to rise for me so I kissed her again, perhaps an even longer kiss this time but with just as much enthusiasm and squeezing the nipple of her left breast, the closest to me, quite hard. When I pulled away I gave her a "knowing" smile whilst I maintained my hold on her breast that must have told her that I was going to be sexually aggressive with her. I got the feeling that she hadn't wanted me to stop kissing her but I'd let go of her nipple and squeezed her thigh and told her to turn left out of the car park. From there I'd direct her to where I wanted to go. Gosh, when I think back now, I realise how outrageous my behaviour had been but it had not led to any objections from her. As she drove my hand travelled further up her skirt pushing it further and further up her legs until her knickers were fully exposed and my goodness, what pretty knickers they were. There was a small gap between the lace welt of her stockings and the lace trim of her knickers,, the exposed flesh was so white, it had obviously been a long time since it had seen the sun. To make the view even more interesting the knickers had a little lace band around the two inch long legs that looked so sexy. After about 4 miles I told her to turn off the road at a caravan park and drive down to a deserted beach. Nobody used the beach anymore, it had been badly damaged by a cyclone some years ago and the sea wall had been almost destroyed. The rocks out of which it had been built had been strewn all over the place and it was no longer considered a safe beach to swim at. I told her where to pull up and when she did and switched off the engine I noticed reluctance on her part to do anything. I could see it was up to me to start whatever was going to happen so I kissed her as deeply as a 16 year old could and fondled her breast again with lots of enthusiasm if not skill. Apparently she liked my ministrations because her hand was holding mine to her breast and her mouth had opened as far as possible to give me even more access to it. Her tongue made itself available for mine and they danced a lovely dance around her mouth, first mine chasing hers and then hers chasing mine. I asked her if she had a blanket in the car, which she did, so we took it and walked some distance through the park along the beach. I was looking for a nice quiet spot where we could be undisturbed for what I had in mind but we found a picnic table instead. Because it was no longer in use we checked it to see if it was rickety but they're built of hard wood so even though it had not been used for quite some time it was still rugged. I spread the blanket on the table and helped her to sit on it, my intention was to try to kiss her pussy. As we progressed, she laid full length on the table, not sure who's idea it was but perhaps we, or she, thought it would be more comfortable. At least I had thought to leave a little bit of the blanket folded over for her head to rest on. Fortunately for me, the seat alongside the table was still quite firm so I sat on it so I could lean over her and kiss her again. Where did I get my confidence? I have no idea, I only know that it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do, just to kiss her and reach for her breast. As I opened her blouse and her bra was exposed I felt such a rush of elation that at long last one of my girlhood dreams was about to be fulfilled. The swell of her breast seemed to call out to me to kiss it, which I did, leaving little wet marks of my saliva here and there on her breast but that wasn't all I was looking for. I opened her bra, which fastened at the front, and exposed her breasts, her nipples seemed to be growing in stature the more I looked at them. I hadn't kissed a girl's nipples before but I'd dreamed about it for a couple of years, possibly since I was twelve or thirteen. It looked just so nice staring back at me that I just had to take it in my mouth and even though I've played with my nipples during the night when I've thought about being with one of my school friends nothing could compare with this. I took it gently, as far as I can remember, into my mouth just sucking at it thinking golly this is the first time for me and glory be, it's a woman old enough to be my mother. That thought didn't last long because sucking on the nipple caused her to moan in my ear and my other hand went to her right nipple, tugging and squeezing it to my hearts content. After a little while spent sucking and licking her breasts and nipples I moved down to her groin, didn't feel a bit nervous, my mouth was on her pussy just tasting the fluids that had apparently percolated through her knickers. Now, for my very first time I was going to kiss and lick a clitoris, I have to admit that I was a little nervous now, what if she didn't want me to do it? I put that thought out of my mind and lowered my mouth to her pussy, yes, it was still leaking for me so I took her wet knickers in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. I really need a more comfortable position for my intended activities so I moved to the end of the table and pulled the rug bringing her body and consequently her pussy right before me. Now I had better access and I could really pay attention to her but I needed to be bolder and whilst my mouth was within a whisker of her pussy I moved her knickers aside to give me uninterrupted access. Whilst I was licking her pussy lips I wasn't sure whether she was crying or not but she was making some noises but honestly, I didn't care what she was doing, all I wanted was to taste the fluids that were soaking her. For girls who haven't yet seen a pussy, especially a lover's, I can only say that it looked wonderful, so much nicer to look at than my own (I've sat in front of a mirror to look at it) and I suspect that was because I could look inside it. I couldn't wait to pay attention to it. Being at the end of the table not only could I see her pussy but I could reach her bottom too and my finger found her little rose bud to tease whilst I was tasting her. The taste was something that I'd never tasted when I've "fingered" myself. My fingers were holding her open to give me even greater access. I couldn't remember to this day whether I "fucked" her with my fingers or not, all in know was that there was copious amounts of fluid around her genitals and that my hand was awfully wet but then again so was my mouth, lips and my cheeks. Some of her fluids had even got onto my nose and more had risen in my nasal passages but so what, it was delicious, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else just at that moment. Once she'd had her orgasm, the first time I've brought a woman to one, her convulsions elapsed and she settled back on the table. She hadn't finished with me though, her mouth was seeking mine and her tongue was reaching into my mouth so far that I'm sure it reached my tonsils and made me "gag". Eventually she relaxed and lay back on the table holding me and stroking my hair and telling me that I'd given her a wonderful "fuck". That wasn't the kind of language that I was used to older women using to me but, being realistic, I'd never "fucked" a woman before. I think we got a towel out of the car but even if we did I couldn't sure, I was in heaven, my first sex and with an older woman who, quite frankly, seemed to be enamoured of me. I know that we rearranged ourselves and walked a little way further along the park until we reached a piece of the crumbling wall that still seemed to be safe to sit on. We'd walked with my arm around her almost as though I was a much older boyfriend but I found it amazing that here was I, no more than a girl, holding a woman as though she needed help in walking. I lifted her up onto the wall and took her in my arms again as we stood groin to groin kissing and kissing with great joy. Sometime during this session I found my hips gyrating towards her as though I was a man fucking her and, wow, her hips responded to me. We were like a couple of rutting deer going hell for leather, not that I know a lot about deer, both panting and sobbing in an effort to "blow' the other one off. I was the first to `cum" but she orgasmed shortly after and she tried to pull away from me but I held her tight and her "cum" sprayed on to my thigh. Oh what a glorious mess!!!!! I really don't remember too much more except that we exchanged knickers before we went home, hers felt lovely round my bottom, absolutely full of "cum", the silky feel of them was lovely against me. I suspect that mine weren't too much better, she was constantly wriggling about in them, perhaps trying to spread the "cum" a little further round her bottom. One thing that Erica wouldn't have told you, because I didn't tell her, was that it was quite a while before I went home, I'd just sat round the shopping centre amazed at what I'd just done to an older woman. I wondered whether I would hear from her again, realistically I shouldn't have but I was not to know just then how I'd affected her. Only later in the week when she rang me on my mobile did I realise how she felt about me. I don't think she'd had sex with such a young woman before. I was later to find that she'd been with two others but she thought that I was the best ever. Wow, did that do something for my ego. This little story may not be as detailed as Erica's stories but remember, I was, and am still, a 16 year old girl who'd just had her first lesbian sex, remarkably taking the dominatrix position, so I think I may be excused for not remembering more details. Perhaps I'll remember more when I write about our further experiences. Anyway, as far as I can remember that's how our little love affair started. One thing I remember quite clearly is that Erica rang me on the Tuesday evening asking me if I'd been going to ring her, of course I was but I was playing the hard game and waiting to see if she rang me first. It was quite a feather in my cap, not only had I picked this woman up, but I'd made love to her and now here she was ringing me as though she couldn't bear to be away from me. Wow, what that did for my ego! Thinking back to when our love affair broke down I admit to playing a leading part in its ending. I haven't written too much more about Erica and I but if you want to know more I would suggest you look at other stories by Erica, probably "Hairdresser", "Our few days away" and "After the Island". These stories probably show how arrogant I've been with her and then the final blow for her would have been the evening when we went to the Lez Bian caf‚ where she caught me kissing Victoria. The fact that I didn't know she'd caught us is no excuse, I was just damned stupid. Florence took her in hand after my "gaff" and we've not had any kind of a relationship since then. How could there have been, she looked so hurt and even though we've met since then she's managed to maintain her resolve and although we may have talked she's shown not the slightest interest in me, all her interest has now been transferred to Florence. There have been occasions when all three of us have been in our house together and when they show any signs of intimacy I get a little jealous, my face has been flushed and my breasts started to feel in need of attention. Obviously I'm not going to get it from either of these women. Victoria was in the first instance quite a "catch", a very passionate girl who, like Erica, let me take charge of the subsequent proceedings. I liked that, she did as I bid her to and the sex, again, was very good as long as I was the leader. Eventually though Victoria expressed a desire for something more than just sex, she wanted a long term relationship but my arrogance told me that I could have it all. Just whistle and she'd come running just to please me but I should have known that it couldn't last. Girls want something more than just "wham, bang, thank you ma'am", they want affection and protection and that's what I was not providing. So, now, here I am, alone on the shelf with the two girls I really liked and treated so badly both in relationships that appear to be lasting. I don't know Victoria's new girl friend but apparently she's very contented and they're making plans to move in together. Erica and Florence seem to be more attached to each other every time I see them. Will I ever learn and take the girls that profess to love me seriously and make them my own or will I continue with my foolish ways and end up on the proverbial shelf. I'd intended that this should be the end of this little tale but I think I'd like to tell you about the happenings at our house, that's Florence's and my house, yesterday evening. Erica had come over to dinner but I wasn't feeling too well and had gone to bed quite early leaving the two women to their own devices. Later in the evening I woke with a dry throat so went to the bathroom for a drink and another aspirin tablet. I didn't put the light on until I entered the bathroom when I needed to look in the cabinet for the aspirin. I hate taking those things and really need water to get them down but I didn't turn the water on too hard so it wouldn't make a noise, it tends to make a hammering noise when you turn the top off sometimes and frightens the daylights out of anybody not used to it. When I stumbled back to bed, as you can imagine I was still very dopey but noticed the light on in Florence's bedroom. In old houses like ours there's continual movement and on this occasion it had let the door to her bedroom swing open, not too far, just a small opening but I could see the bed. Erica was lay on the bed stark naked, goodness she's lovely when she's naked, even though I was not feeling very well I would have loved to have laid down and cuddled her. As it was, I could see Florence kneeling by her side on the other side of the bed, that's on the far side of Erica, with her hand apparently in Erica's pussy. Whilst I was still not quite "with it" it was obvious that something interesting was happening so I quietly moved into my bedroom, almost closing the door, knelt and watched the happenings through the the openings. I could hear the girls murmuring to each other, Florence apparently talking to Erica and she answering with guttural sounds that sounded very much to me like a woman in the throes of passion. Erica was making those kinds of noises that come from deep in the throat along with little "oh's" as Florence moved her fingers back and forward in her pussy. Of course, I had no idea how long this had been going on for but when I saw Florence take her fingers, the usual two that Erica likes best, out of her pussy and hold them to her own mouth to lick it was obvious that it had been going on for a little while. Florence's fingers were liberally coated with `cum", rich and creamy of the kind that Erica produces when she's really aroused, she moved them to her mouth. Like a show person she held them where Erica could see them, probably for dramatic effect, before she plunged them deep into her mouth obviously enjoying both the taste and the effect it had on Erica. Erica reached up for Florence's fingers but they were moved out of her way and with her other hand held she held Erica's hand at bay. I wasn't sure whether Erica wanted to taste Florence's fingers or whether she just wanted them back in her pussy but I do know that she loves two fingers in her pussy. She loves them moving in and out just as slowly as possible, that way she got the maximum tease, and as she reached up for Florence she lifted her bottom clear of the pillows to make her pussy more attractive and available to Florence. Florence is a master of the tease as far as I can see and the fingers slowly entered her again only to be withdrawn to be replaced with her flat hand placed over her mound. From personal experience, I know just how much Erica likes to be teased this way, Florence's hand moved ever so slowly over the mound in a circular fashion and when Erica lifted herself off the pillows to increase the pressure Florence gently pushed her down again or sometimes she lifts her hand to make Erica lift herself even higher. All this time she's whimpering like a child trying to regain its mother's nipple. All this time, Florence has been fully dressed and only Erica has been naked but now, Florence is reaching to unbutton her blouse but slowly, oh so slowly. Erica almost looks as though her mouth is watering at the anticipated sight of a bare breast appearing before her. Florence just smiled, opened her blouse and peeked inside as though she was surprised at what she found, lifting her breast out of the blouse her hands cupped it and gave it a little squeeze. Erica's hand was reaching up again but this time it wasn't her Florence's fingers she wanted it was her breast. Again, Florence pushed her hand away but as she did so she leaned forward so that the now exposed nipple fell almost to Erica's mouth. I did say almost because it must have been hanging there within centimetres of her and she was struggling to lift her head hoping to reach that little button on Florence's chest. Whether it was because Erica was struggling so much to reach Florence's nipple I could have sworn that it was growing before my eyes. For a girl who'd been sick enough to go to bed early sometime ago I was now in good form and my little pussy was starting to answer me when I put my hand inside my knickers trying to relieve myself. I had to be careful of course, I don't know what would have happened if they'd heard me, perhaps shut the door on me or at least some angry words from Florence for my inquisitiveness. However, they didn't hear me nor did they shut the door so I continued to have a wonderful view of my former lover being "fucked". I could see that Erica was nearing the end of her tether and so was I, an orgasm was very near but I was more interested in the orgasm that Erica would have than in mine. Her hands had grabbed for Florence's and pushed her fingers deep into her pussy at the same time she'd lifted her bottom clear of the pillows dragging Florence's fingers deeper into her pussy and holding them there. The noises she was making were deep in her throat and no words were being emitted just stuttering noises that could have been words but then again could have been almost anything. Honestly, I'd never seen her look so satisfied and exhausted before. I wish I'd known earlier that they were on the bed I would have loved to have watched right from the start, the expression on her face seemed to say that they'd been at it for hours and I only saw a few minutes or so. Florence took her in her arms and kissed her on her forehead whilst Erica just surrendered to her kisses and embrace. One thing I think I can be sure of and that's Florence will not have sex from Erica tonight, she'll have to be satisfied with holding her, Erica doesn't recover very quickly. Florence reached over and turned off the bedside lamp and as she lay back on the bed I heard the sigh that Erica let out as she snuggled up to Florence. Knowing Erica as I do, I suspect that Florence will wake up to find Erica's fingers in her pussy and her nipple in her mouth. Just the way I used to wake up when I slept with Erica those weeks and months ago.