Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2014 17:38:46 -0700 From: Jan None Subject: On the Beach (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. On the Beach By Jan My grandfather was a physical therapist that worked at the Long Beach Veterans Hospital through World War II, the Korean Conflict and the early days of Vietnam. He bought a little beach summer home right on the beach of the community known as Seal Beach. They were small proprieties only 25 feet wide and 75 feet deep. The little house was adequate for grandfather, grandmother, and my father for years. During the fifties an opportunity to purchase the neighboring property came up when the owner passed away and the heirs had no desire to use or restore the property, because in those days, tar leaking from the oil field under the Long Beach Bay washed up on the Seal Beach all of the time. The area smell of oil and a trip to the beach always ended with globs of tar sticking to the feet. They were happy to sell the old rundown house at an attractive price. Grandpa bought the house and started planning a more spacious home. Mom and Dad had graduated from the University of Southern California at Los Angeles (UCLA), he was earning a Doctorate degree in prosthetics. Dad started a business making prosthetics for the Veterans Administration (VA) Hospital and a couple of other hospitals. Grandpa had destroyed the two houses and built a much larger house filling the two lots. Because the winter storms at sea sent waves flooding the ground floors of the sea front properties, Grandpa deliberately built the house on top of a spacious garage and work shop. The walls facing the sea were made of concrete in such a way the water would be diverted towards a storm drain. The second floor was the living quarters and the third floor was reserved for sleeping quarters. The roof was constructed so that most of the third floor was a patio. The family could gather on the roof and watch the sun setting in the west, and watch the recreational boats coming and going at the Belmont Shores and Naples Marina. Grandpa and Grandma sold the house to my father when they retired and moved into a gated assisted living community. I grew up on the beach. Over the years, the oil had been pumped out of the bay, reducing pressure on the oil field, the beach was much cleaner. We still had to put up with the high tides flooding during the winter storms at sea. Many of the bungalows had a musty smell because of salt water soaking into the carpets and wood turning to mold. A lot of the homes were rented out by the owners, and were only used by them during the summer months, so they often were not kept up. It was an eclectic group of inhabitants in the community. There were old couples that spent a lot of time on the beach or in the taverns located on the old Pacific Coast Highway. There were bohemian people, either artists or musicians. There were some professional families that lived in other areas and only use the beach homes as a summer retreat. Some houses were closed almost year round. They were only occupied briefly during the summer. That was the community I grew up in. Some of the children came from working class families that rented the homes. The turnover of occupancy was fast. Some would move within months while others would live there for a few years. The beach properties were small so as families grew they had to look for larger homes. As a result, I frequently had to make new friends. I was a skinny little girl with a perpetual tan, even though I was a sun bleached blonde. Weather permitting I spent most of my time in two piece bathing suits. I never liked having to put on shoes to go to school. I grew up witnessing young and old lovers making out on the beach, both straight and gay. As a child I had no interest in their behavior, and paid little attention to their conduct. My introduction to sex came about in the most common of ways. My father had an older sister in the San Francisco area. Her daughter, named Olivia, was five years older than me. Her daughter liked to come down to our home during the summer, because of the beach and weather. When I was younger Olivia was closer to my mother, but as I grew up, she and I became closer. When she visited, there was a guest room that she stayed in, but we used a common bathroom. I witnessed her change from girl to pubescent girl. I was particularly fascinated by her breast development and the appearance of pubic hair on her vulva. I was 9 and she was 14 the summer she was staying with us. On one of those occasions when Dad was at work, Mom was shopping and we had spent the day on the beach, we returned to the house and went upstairs to take a shower. We rinsed off with an outdoor shower to ensure what we didn't track sand into the house. We headed straight to the bathroom and removed our bathing suits in front of each other. We got into the spacious glassed in shower together. We were horsing around a little I placed my hand on her tit. There was a pregnant pause. I was embarrassed and withdrew my hand quickly. Olivia took hold of my hand and placed it back on her tit. She said, "I like it when someone plays with my tits!" That led to us soaping up each other's bodies. We did pay a lot of attention to each other's pussy. We eventually got out and dried off. When we went to bed she demonstrated how to masturbate. We graduated to masturbating each other whenever we visited each other. I don't remember just how old we were the first time she demonstrated how to eat pussy. I do remember that I was just starting to sprout pubic hairs on my vulva. Of course I just had to return the favor, besides I wanted to find out what her pussy felt like. I found the moist, pungent odor very erotic. Olivia was the only person I had sex with, because I was shy, and didn't know how to approach the subject with any of my friends. So the only time I had sex was when Olivia and I were visiting each other. That didn't stop me from admiring sexy looking teenagers and adult women. There are always plenty of attractive women on the beach in front of our home during the summer. When the winter months arrive, only the locals continue to use the beach. After a long rainy spell it is common for a high pressure area to develop over Nevada, creating a northeasterly wind called a Santa Ana to create and offshore breeze from the desert creating temperatures in the 80's. During these occasions the locals enjoy working on their tans. It was during one such day that I saw a local woman I had seen on the beach for years, sun bathing herself on a beach towel. I approached her in hopes that she would talk to me. She was wearing a sexy two piece bathing suit. It was a dark purple, the color of eggplants. It was so purple that it looked black. I had always admired her long black hair. I didn't know what nationality she was, but she might have been Mexican, because her skin was so tan. I asked her, "May I join you? My name is Ashly, and I have seen you here for several years. I just wanted to ask your name." The woman looked up with her big brown eyes, and said, "Sure, pull up a little sand and join me. My name is Cookie." I crossed my legs as I sat down with my feet under the opposite thigh (Indian style), I had never heard of a woman named Cookie before. "I have never heard of anyone named Cookie before." She smiled coyly, "My father had a hard-on for the actress Tippi Hedren. He liked all of Alfred Hitchcock's platinum blondes. I could have handled Grace because of the humorous aspect of the name. When I was growing up Pat Benatar had a song out call A Real Tough Cookie. My friends gave me that nickname." I found that explanation humorous. 'Why would your friends call you a tough cookie?" "I had a reputation for beating the shit out of any guy that tried to get fresh with me." 'Why would you want to hurt guys?" "I'm a lesbian!" I had never knowingly met a lesbian before. I said, "I thought lesbians looked like they wanted to be men; you know short haircuts, men's clothes and things like that?" Cookie laughed, "Not all of us behave that way. I am happy to look like the woman I am!" I must say that you are the most beautiful women I've ever seen on this beach." "She gave me a sly smile and said, "Flattery could get you in trouble, honey!" I have seen you shopping in the local grocery store. Sometimes you were with other women, and I would have never guessed that you were anything but friends." She didn't get upset with my naivety, "Honey, you will find out that labels rarely tell the whole story about anyone." I pointed out the three story building and said, "I live there, my parents are both at work." She smiled, "That is a very nice house. I live in one of the old summer retreats around the corner on 7th Street. "I have absorbed enough sun for today. You are welcome to come home with me, for something to drink." She stood up and folded up her beach chair and tucked it under her arm, and slung her canvas bag over her shoulder, as she led the way to her house. She asked me, "Have you ever had a sexual relationship with a female?" I blushed at the thought of telling her about my cousin. "I have a cousin that is 5 years older than me. She showed me how to masturbate when I was 9. We only get to see each other only 3 or 4 times a year. She also taught me how to play with each other's pussy and tits. She eventually showed me how to eat pussy, as she called it. She asked, "Your cousin is the only girl you have had sex with?" I blushed as we approached her house, "I don't know how to tell if a girl would be receptive to the idea of that kind of sex." She opened the front door and ushered me into her home. It was typical of the summer homes built during the twenties and thirties. The front of the house had window boxes with geraniums in them. The front room was small, and there was just a small couch and a La-Z-Boy recliner with a small entertainment center. There was a bit of a musty smell in the house as a result of the last time the winter storms had breached the temporary berms the city had made by piling up beach sand in front of the little wall separating the residential area from the beach. There was a small kitchen in the back with a small dining area, along with a small half bath. I knew that there were two bedrooms and a full bathroom upstairs, because I had been in most of the homes in the area. Cookie led the way to the kitchen, so that she could get a couple of soft drinks out of the fridge, and we sat at the small dining table right out of the fifties. It was gray toned Formica top with stainless steel legs and trim with four matching chairs. The worst thing about the plastic covered chair was that my skin stuck to the seat. Cookie asked a few more questions about the girls I was attracted to, until we finished our drinks. She said, "I think we should shower to make sure we don't track sand all over the house." I thought it would be exciting, and wondered if she was talking about showering together like Olivia had done with me. I accepted her offer and followed her up the stairs to the bathroom. She turned on the water in the shower before taking off her bathing- suit. As soon as she was naked she leaned into the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water. I was fascinated with the sight of her beautiful body. Her breasts stuck out proudly in front of her body, capped with brown areolas the size of silver dollars and big nipples. Her belly was flat with just a slight softness about it. Her crotch was very erotic to me. It had straight black hairs clinging to her flesh and all of it was pointing towards her pussy. I had never seen an adult pussy like hers. She had a smoky grayish looking, abundant amount of flesh dangling beyond the opening of her pussy. She later told me that it was her labia minor. She stepped into the shower and stood under the water spray, and held out her hand to me as an invitation for me to join her. I quickly removed my bathing-suit, and joined her under the shower. We used soap to clean each other. I watched the black and brown flecks of sand being flushed down the drain. I enjoyed the way she washed my budding breasts, they were almost a B size by that time. Each of her hands could engulf both of them, before moving down to part my pussy and wash my crack. She stuffed two fingers into my pussy, and commented "Did Olivia take you virginity?" I told her that she had, and since then I occasionally use a cucumber to masturbate with before it becomes part of a salad, with a laugh. She even turned me around and washed the crack of my ass. I couldn't believe how much sand had gotten under my bathing-suit as it trickled down the inside of my legs. We eventually got out of the shower and dried off. Cookie had used a clever plastic turban to protect her hair. When she removed it, her hair cascaded down her back like silken fibers. I had to use a pistol hair drier to dry my hair. When I finished drying my hair, Cookie led me to her bedroom. Her bedroom was very interesting because it was a Narcissus' dream. By that I mean that it had so many mirrors. The wall closet had mirrored doors. The headboard was one big mirror and there was even a mirror on the ceiling. I assumed Cookie really like looking at her own reflection. She placed me on top of her bed on my back. When I looked up at the ceiling I was looking at my own naked body. It was a little disconcerting to see my own reflection, as Cookie mounted me. I was looking over her shoulder at her backside as she covered me. She kissed me on the mouth while pressing her body against my body. She tongued my mouth, taking my breath away. It was surreal looking up at the ceiling and watching what she was doing. It was almost like I was over the bed looking down on her making love to my body. Her black luscious hair flowed over my body while she was sucking on my breasts. I could feel her mouth and tongue on them, but couldn't see what she was doing. When she moved on down to my crotch I could see my naked body down to my waist. Her hair covered my hips like a black skirt, while she ate my pussy. I watched myself playing with my tits while she ate my pussy until I felt an earth shattering orgasm. I wrapped my legs around her body in response, as if I feared her getting away, or quitting before I finished cumming. She lay there with her chin resting on my pubic bone looking up at me face with a pleased look on her face,. I tried my best to tell her how much I had loved what she had done to me. When I finally got over the afterglow, I tried to express my feeling before physically trying to do to her what she had done to me. Cookie smiled at my feeble attempts to express my feelings. She said, "Honey, I have only started your education!" I was puzzled, because I had no idea what more she was going to teach me. She rolled me over onto my tummy, face down on the bed, and grabbed me by my hips and pulled me up onto my knees with my head resting on my arms. I was looking at our reflection in the closet mirrors. Again it was like at myself as if I was out of body. Cookie was kneeling behind me and spreading my butt with her hands. I couldn't believe it when she bent down and smelled my asshole. I could feel her breathing against my asshole, long before she licked my ass. I couldn't believe anyone would enjoy sticking their tongue into another person's asshole. Cookie must have liked doing it, because she was making all kinds of noises while she probed my asshole with her tongue. Just when I thought there was nothing better than pussy eating I had an orgasm from being rimmed. My pussy was dripping, and Cookie didn't miss it. She licked up the juices dripping from my cunt. I collapsed on the bed, breathing hard while I recovered from my second orgasm. I would have thought that was going to be the end of my education, but Cookie turned me over again. I lay there watching her prepare another phase of my education. Cookie reached into the drawer and pulled out a couple of objects; one was a colorful bottle with the letters KY emblazoned on it, and the second object was a stranger object. There was no mistaking one end of it. It was a translucent red 7 0r 8 inch phallic replica, but the other end was puzzling. The base of the penis had a bulge the size of a marble, and the latex rubber had a shape kind of like a fish hook, but where a barb should have been was a bulging nondescript shape that puzzled me. Cookie used the lubricant to grease up my pussy and her own. Then she lubricated both ends of the dildo. I watched carefully as she inserted that bulbous end into her pussy. She explained that it was a strap-less dildo. The replica cock stuck out in front of her body almost like it belonged there. She added that the marble like bulge at the base would press against her own clit while she was pressing the dildo into my pussy. I had never put anything larger than a cucumber into my pussy before, so the replica of a male organ frightened me a little. Cookie assured me that because my hymen had been penetrated, and I had used cucumbers to masturbate with, my vagina would stretch to accommodate the toy. I spread my legs to accommodate Cookie settling down to fuck me missionary style. She lined up the replica of a circumcised male cock with the opening of my pussy. She slowly pressed forward and the greasy shaft slowly entered my pussy. To my surprise it entered without any pain. In fact it gave me a thrill the way it gave me a strange electrical charge. She slowly started fucking me with an increasing tempo until to my amazement, I had a third orgasm that left my body so spent that it was an effort to move. While I was still recovering, Cookie rolled me over onto my tummy one more time. Before I figured out what she was doing she stuck a greasy finger up my ass. Then I realized what she was planning. I begged her not to do it, but to no avail. She drove that dildo into my asshole. It felt like she was sticking a hot iron up my ass. I was crying like a baby. Cookie was whispering in my ear that I would learn to love being fucked in the ass, and other endearing things in my ear to comfort me. To my amazement the pain subsided and there was an additional thrill filling my body with yet another orgasm. I lay there in a pool of my own sweat ready to die happy. Cookie lay on top of me with the dildo still in my ass. It was difficult to breathe with her weight on top of me. It felt like an eternity before she pulled the dildo out of my ass and rolled over. We lay there hugging each other with our faces only inches apart while we talked about our feelings. I would have loved to do to Cookie what she had shown me, but it was getting late. We eventually showered again and I put my bathing-suit back on. As Cookie walked me to the door I pleaded with her to let me spend more time with her the next day. She kissed me and assured me that I could drop by earlier tomorrow. I was virtually floating as I walked home. I hardly noticed that my asshole was still throbbing, forcing me to walk bowlegged. I showered and changed clothes before my parents got home. I debated about skipping school the next day, but I didn't even know when Cookie would be home, so I waited until after school. As soon as I got home I changed into something more casual. I selected a simple half T-shirt with a drawing of 'Hello Kitty" stenciled on the front of the shirt, a pair of cutoff jeans and canvas tennis shoes without socks. I deliberately didn't select underwear, because I anticipated not wearing any of the items long. I headed directly to Cookie's home, and made sure that I arrived at the agreed upon time. When I rang the bell it didn't take long before the door opened and Cookie ushered me inside. Her long black tresses covered her magnificent breasts. It was obvious that she had greeted me in the nude. She slipped her arm around my waist as she headed me towards the staircase. I stepped out of my tennis shoes, leaving them where I stepped out of them. Just before we reached the staircase I pulled on the metal buttons of my cut-offs, and with one quick jerk the five buttons opened. I struggled a little, to push the tight shorts past my hips. I stepped out of them as we climbed the stairs. I crossed my arms and grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt, as I uncrossed my arms I pulled the T-shirt over my head, and let it fall on the floor just outside her bedroom door. This time when we entered her bedroom I already knew about the mirrors, so this time I looked around a little more. There were framed photographs on her chest-of-drawers, vanity and night tables. There were some that were obviously family pictures of her family, mother, father and a sister. The rest were obviously women friends of hers. In their case there were head shots that included their naked breasts. There was a variety of size and shape of tits, brown ones, white ones and even a couple of black tits. I felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of so many women that had known her before me. There were even a few pictures with Cookie standing next to her naked lady friends, and they would be embracing each other while exposing their breasts and crotches. I didn't get to ask about her lady friends before Cookie sat on the bed. She pulled open the bedside drawer and removed her strapless dildo and bottle of lubricant. I assumed she was going to fuck me right away, but she had me stand between her legs greased up my pussy and both ends of the dildo. She carefully spread my pussy with one hand while she inserted the hook like bulbous end into my pussy. I felt that little knob pressing against my clit when she moved the large dildo around. Cookie scooted her butt back across the width of the bed, and sprawled out on her back, as she motioned for me to join her. I understood what she wanted and moved in between her legs, and gently inserted the dildo into her pussy. Once I got it in her I started fucking her like a pro. It was also entertaining turning my head to the left and watching our reflection as I fucked her. Looking straight ahead allowed me to look at myself in the closet doors. It was almost like watching a girl like me fucking the beautiful women. It was exciting to listen to the way Cookie was breathing and her pleading voice as she extolled me to fuck faster and harder. The friction of that little bulb on my clit brought me to two orgasms before Cookie reached her first orgasm. The fun and games had only started. Cookie waited until I pulled the dildo out of her pussy before she did something I didn't expect. She curled up in a ball and actually placed her armpits over the backs of her knees, and placed her hands on her butt cheeks and spread them wide. She told me to fuck her in the ass now. She even stuck her index fingers in her asshole to demonstrate how much she could stretch. I remembered how it felt the first time she fucked me, but she assured me that she was used to anal sex. I positioned myself right up against her backside, and inserted the head of the dildo. I was immediately being entertained by Cookie's narrative. The reflections were very erotic too. I had another couple of orgasms before Cookie had hers. I was hooked on sex, and was in love with Cookie. I had to clean up and get home before my absence drew any undue attention. Sex with Cookie was very satisfying. I spent as much time with her as possible. That did not stop us from enjoying the sun on the beach. One afternoon when I got home Mother confronted me. She asked, "Ashley, I have seen you on the beach in the company of a very attractive older woman. Is there something you want to tell me about this woman?" My heart pounded because I had been dreading this day. "I met Cookie on the beach, and we became good friends." Mother asked, "Cookie?" "Oh, her father named her after the actress Tippi Hedren. She never liked the name, and her friends gave her the nickname Cookie." "She looks at least as old as me. Don't you think she is a little old for you?" Mom asked. "I enjoy her company, more than any girl I know." I said. Mother said, "I don't want to bum you out, but I'm afraid that she might take advantage of you!" 'Mother I'm not as nice as you think I am!" Mother looked concerned, "Are you saying that you are already sexually active?" "Mother, Olivia taught me all about sex when I was 9-years-old. We continued having sex whenever we had a chance to get together. Now that she is going to college we don't get to see each other very often." Mother had a pensive look on her face, "How did you meet Cookie?? "One day last winter when a Santa Ana had one of those days when the temperature was summer like, I saw Cookie sunning on the beach. I had seen her on the beach for years, and had always admired her. Even though I am very shy normally, I couldn't resist talking to her. We became friends right away." Mother looked very concerned, "It not only bothers me that you're embracing the lesbian culture, but dating a woman my age. I'm not sure that we should tell your father about this!" "Would you like to meet Cookie? I'm sure you will like her!" Mom sat there for a moment before she said, "Maybe you could invite her for lunch on the patio tomorrow." I was thrilled that my mother was willing to accept my lover, so I had to hug and kiss her. I couldn't wait to tell Cookie. I rushed directly over to her house to tell her everything. Cookie was a little upset, because she was well aware of the fact that my parents could have her arrested for illegal sexual activity with a minor. She was a little reluctant to meet my mother, but she had no other choice. Mom set about preparing a nice lunch that could be kept warm with a butane burner and the salad and drinks cold in a stainless steel ice chest. I even helped prepare the rooftop patio. When Cookie arrived she had deliberately worn a more conservative dress. It was not very revealing, but with a figure like hers, she would even make a gunny sack look sexy. There was a little embarrassing moment when I introduced Cookie to my mother, but in short order they were talking about the music that was popular in their day. We made our way up the stairs to the patio on the roof of the three story house. The three of us walked around the railing admiring the view of the beach community. Looking northwest we could watch the boats coming and going from Belmont Shores, farther up the coast the oil rigs made to look like buildings on little islands dotted the bay. In the far distance were the Long Beach and Los Angeles harbors, and Palos Verde. We could also look to the west, southwest and see Catalina Island. From the southwest corner we could see all the way to Huntington Beach. The glass topped table was set for a service of three. Mother and Cookie turned out to have graduated from UCLA within three years of each other, and had a lot in common. They reminisced about some of the professors they had had. It was obvious that Mother liked Cookie, and Cookie felt comfortable talking to my mother. Eventually she asked Cookie about herself. Cookie smiled, "I grew up in Bellflower and my father worked for McDonnell Douglas, mother was a housewife. I had a pretty normal childhood. I was a majorette for the high school, and went to UCLA, majoring in business. I married right out of college. We struggled to make a living for a while. We bought a bungalow here in Seal Beach as an investment." Mother asked, "Are you still married?" Cookie laughed, "The marriage lasted about five years. My husband was a surfer, and thought he could be a pro! Of course he wasn't good enough. One day I came home from work early, because I was sick, and walked in on him fucking a beach bunny. I got the bungalow out of the divorce." Mom struggled with the question that she really wanted to ask. "When did you know that you preferred the company of women?" Cookie took hold of my mother's hand, and said softly, "I have always preferred women's company. I married because I thought it was the right thing to do. It was after the divorce that I finally admitted that I was a lesbian." Mother was uncomfortable with the word, and she didn't know what to say. Cookie took charge, "I'm sure you're uncomfortable talking about the subject. All I can tell you is that I would never do anything to hurt Ashley. This may be a phase she is going through. In time she may choose to marry a man and settle down to raise a family." I resented her telling my mother that my desire for her might be a phase, and that I might want to marry a man. I gently kicked Cookie's ankle under the table, forgetting that the table top was glass. Mother said, "I don't know how I can tell her father about all of this. I do like you and trust you though! For the time being I guess we are just going to have to keep her father from finding out what is going on!" Cookie asked, "Can Ashley stay overnight with me?" Mother paused, "I guess so. I guess I can tell her father that she is spending the night with a friend." Cookie stood up took hold of my mother's shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. My heart pounded when she took me by the hand. "Let us help you clean up before we go?" Mother said, "Run along, I will take care of the dishes." Cookie and I rushed downstairs and headed towards her house. We looked up and saw my mother watching us. We exchanged waves before we were out of sight. It was thrilling to enter Cookie's house knowing that we were going to spend the whole night making love to each other. We hugged and kissed each other as soon as we closed the front door. We left a trail of our clothes as we headed up the stairs to her bedroom. When I turned to face the full length mirror on the closet door I watched the reflection as Cookie stood behind me, and placed her hands on my hips as she kissed me on the neck. I turned my head so that I could kiss her on the mouth. Cookie reached under my arms to feel my breasts. She toyed with my nipples until they were as hard as rocks. Cookie slid her right hand down the front of my body until her hand was resting on my vulva. My pussy had never felt as stimulated as it was at that moment. Cookie stroked my pussy and slipped a finger into my cunt to play with my clit. Just before I was about to cum, she pulled her finger out and lifted her hand up to her nose. She smelled her finger and sucked on it. I watched her action in the mirror and was almost embarrassed at the sight of her relishing the slimy juice coating her finger. I finally reached behind my body, and placed my hand on her hairy patch of pubic hair. I slipped my middle finger into her cunt, and masturbated her too. When I thought she had had enough I brought my hand back around, so that I could smell my finger and taste her pussy juice. We eventually made our way to the bed, where we couldn't get enough of sucking each other's tits and pussies. It was my idea to prove to Cookie that there was no part of her that I didn't love, to lift up her legs and curl her body up in a ball, so that her crotch and asshole were facing the ceiling. I licked her puckered brown asshole, then I spit on it before sticking my tongue into her asshole. I tongue fucked her asshole until Cookie cried out, "I'M CUMMING!!!" We made love almost all night, until exhaustion finally overtook us early in the morning. We fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. It was like a honeymoon that weekend. We hardly got out of bed. At one point while Cookie was making a late breakfast for us I opted to take a shower. When I returned to the bedroom to put on some clothes I was overwhelmed by the smell of our sexual odor filling the room. I had to open a window to allow the fresh sea breeze to freshen up the room. When Cookie called for me I went downstairs to join her in the little dining area. Cookie never looked more sexy than she did at that moment. Her long black tresses were covering her naked breasts. As I sat down in the wooden lawn chair, Cookie stood beside me to fill my plate with an omelet from the skillet, and her crotch was right beside my face. The aroma of her cunt was enough to make my pussy wet. I almost wanted to eat her pussy more that the eggs. When I had to go home it was strange, Mother didn't know how to talk to me, and I didn't know what to say to her. One day she was sitting at the table while the two of us were eating and she casually mentioned, "When I was your age I had experimented sexually with my girlfriend. Someday you may look back on your relationship with Cookie with fond memories, after you're married." "I said, "I don't know if I will love Cookie forever, but I do know that I will never marry a man!" 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