Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 16:35:20 -0700
From: Star Stevenson <starsapphire_34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pyrotechnics  (Lesbian-Adult/Youth)

PYROTECHNICS (F/f)

By StarSapphire Copyright 2003. All rights reserved.

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Every day for a week now I had seen her in the park as I sat eating my
lunch. I don't know why she attracted me so, but she did. I guessed her age
at 10 or 11. 10 proved to be correct. She was a vivacious healthy young girl
with collar length dark hair and the warmest brown eyes I'd ever seen and
for some reason I didn't understand I felt a burning sexual desire every
time I looked at her.

I had never been attracted to someone so young before. I am happily bisexual
and had a childhood full of sexual activity, but only with boys and girls my
own age. I'd never before lusted after a ten year old even if her tight
little butt was just too arousing for words. It was also her face and her
grown-up sense of self-assurance that attracted me. Her eyes were to die for
and her pretty pink lips were just oh so kissable. Altogether Cheryl was
quite a package.

After a week of watching her come by my bench in the park I approached her
for the first time the following Monday. It was summer and Cheryl was out of
school. On Thursday and Friday I had made eye contact with her and we'd both
smiled at each other in recognition. I finally gathered the courage to ask
for her name.

"Cheryl" she told me with a bright little smile. "I've seen you here lots.
What's yours?" she boldly asked.

"I'm Star" I said. I saw her about to laugh. "I know, it's a funny name. My
parents were hippies, what can I say?"

"I love your name!" she exclaimed with a giggle that sent shivers up and
down my body.
With the introductions over she sat down beside me and we talked. I told her
I was a social worker and my office was only two blocks away. I explained
that I worked with alcoholics and drug addicts, which she seemed to find
fascinating. She told me in turn that she had just finished grade 6 and came
to the park every noon hour to buy a pizza slice and some grapes that she
mostly fed to the hungry seagulls. She loved the birds she told me. I found
her oddly reluctant to talk much about her home life, so I left that subject
alone.

Every day that first week we sat and talked, then I would go and help her
feed the seagulls. She entranced me. At night I would masturbate to
fantasies of her then feel guilty for having such thoughts. I was 28, a
professional woman with a whole career at stake if I ever carried out my
designs on young Cheryl. My feelings seemed out of control and their
intensity frightened me.

I would look at Cheryl's slim young body dressed always in a pair of cotton
shorts and a loose top that failed to hide the fact that her breasts had
started developing. She never wore a bra and I actually caught myself trying
to peek down her top when she bent over. I felt like some kind of horny
teenaged boy hoping to cop a look! I also noticed her sneaking looks at my
breasts too which drove me nuts. I'm a good 36C and have a trim figure that
I'm proud of so I started wearing more revealing tops and tighter clothing
hoping to entice more of her interest. It seemed to work.

On the job I would wear a light sweater or shirt to be more appropriate, but
I'd take that off in the park when I met with Cheryl. It was a week before a
big fireworks display that was going to happen at the beach nearby and I
asked her if she would like to go with me, with her parent's permission of
course.

"Gosh yes!" Cheryl exclaimed. "My mom won't mind. She's working that night
so she won't need a babysitter," she told me. "She gets home around 2:00 am.
Can I stay with you till then?" she asked.
Could she ever! I gave Cheryl my work and home phone number and asked her to
have her mother call me if she liked. She never did. It seems she never took
a lot of interest in her daughter's life, which I found tragic. Apparently
her mother agreed without even talking to me on the phone, relieved only
that she didn't need to pay a babysitter. Poor Cheryl I thought.

The first night of the fireworks I went to her apartment to pick her up. She
lived only a few blocks away from me and the beach so we walked together and
found a good spot to watch the show. The night was beautiful and clear but
with a slight cooling breeze coming in off the ocean. It was perfect.

I had brought some blankets, cushions and some snacks for us, so we settled
into our little corner of the universe and snugly awaited the `Symphony of
Fire' we were promised. Having Cheryl sitting so close to me was turning me
on and I could feel my wetness building in my aching pussy. Like her I wore
a pair of tight cotton shorts. I also added a spandex yellow top that I wore
without a bra knowing that Cheryl would notice my nipples growing hard. She
wore a plain white cotton blouse that also gave me tantalizing glimpses of
her own pretty pink nipples through the light fabric. I pretended a calmness
I truly did not feel.

At precisely 10:00pm the show began with a single rocket blazing its way
straight up in to the air for hundreds of feet before exploding into a
gigantic multi-colored flower. The half million or so of us gathered
together gave off a collective `Ooo' and `Ahh' as the music started over the
many loud speakers set up along the beach. Cheryl snuggled close into me as
the sky lit up with a massive series of colorful explosions all set to
coordinate with the Mozart concerto that played in the background. I put my
arm around her and felt a wondrous rush flow through me every bit the equal
in strength to the pyrotechnical display we were watching.

As the show went on each crack and bang of the rockets made Cheryl shiver a
little and move closer in to me. Then she took my arm from around her
shoulder and brought it across her body.
"You have beautiful hands," she told me as she held my hand up in hers. I
looked over at her and kissed her on the cheek.

"So do you princess. In fact you are a very beautiful young girl," I said
with a slight quiver in my voice. Oh my! Was I getting turned on!

Cheryl gently laid her cheek against mine and we stayed that way until the
demonstration was over. The finale had red, green, white, blue and yellow
fire exploding across the sky just like the orgasm I was soon going to have
masturbating when we got to my place. I would excuse myself and go in to the
bathroom and do the dirty deed before I did something I might regret.

I held Cheryl's small hand as we made our way through the exiting crowd to
my condo just a few blocks away. The night was gorgeous and cool and
everyone was in a good mood. It felt wonderful to be alive and holding
Cheryl's dear hand in mine. I opened the front door of my building and took
her into the elevator to my 5th floor condo and let us in.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when she saw my place. I took pride in my living space
and had it decorated in soft colors of white and gold. Odd bits of colour
came out through the oil paintings I had collected and some of the small
mementos and knick-knacks I had placed around the rooms. "You're place is
beautiful! Can I use your bathroom?" she asked urgently.

So much for that plan. "Of course honey. It's at the end of the hall there,
see it?" Cheryl nodded and ran down the hall and closed the door.

As I awaited her return I put my hand down beneath my shorts and between my
legs. I was sopping wet. What on earth was I going to do? When Cheryl
returned all smiles and compliments about my bathroom I told her to get
ready for bed while I took a shower. After, we'd have a snack before turning
in. Cheryl's mother had agreed that she could sleep over rather than return
half awake at 2:00 am.

I got into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. My nipples were aching
with desire and my pussy practically dripping with arousal. Just a few
seconds under the water and one hand found my breasts and the other my clit.
I came rapidly and hard. Shudders of pleasure shot through my body in waves.
With the immediate tension eased I leisurely finished my shower and dried
myself off.

Wrapping a towel around myself I headed for my bedroom and caught sight of
Cheryl staring at me as I emerged from the bathroom. She had changed into a
white T-shirt and (I presumed) some panties underneath, exactly what I was
about to don. I quickly changed in my room and came back out to join her in
my kitchen.

My dark hair was short and dried quickly so I'd just towel-dried it for now
and combed it out. I was wearing a thin white cotton T-shirt extra large,
white cotton panties and no bra. I wanted to see Cheryl's reaction to my
unbound boobs as my nipples clearly stood out against my shirt. The hem of
it came to the tops of my thighs.

"Ooo you have such nice legs!" Cheryl cooed at me as I sat down at the
kitchen table.
"Thank you, and so do you young lady," I said with a laugh then patted her
knee. That touch was electric. "Would you like some ice cream?" I inquired a
little shakily.

Cheryl looked up at me with something like wonder in her eyes then gazed
down at my erect nipples poking through my thin T-shirt. She simply nodded
yes. Wow, was she interested! I gave my ass a little roll as I headed for
the fridge. As I returned with the ice cream her eyes again took in my body
before settling on my face.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked her playfully yet full of lust.

Cheryl turned beet red "I-I'm sorry Star, but you have such a nice figure,"
she murmured guiltily.

"Oh honey! Please! I like you looking at me! I didn't mean to make you feel
uncomfortable. I like looking at you too. You are a very pretty girl, do you
know that?" I asked her.

"Really?" she replied. "Nobody's ever told me that before," she said with
some astonishment.

"Yes you are. Hasn't your mom ever told you that?" I asked her.

"N-no. My mom doesn't seem to care about me much. She only tells me to be
good and behave myself. She never says she loves me or that I look nice or
anything." A tear fell from her eye then more tears came silently flooding
out. My heart ached for her.

As she told it to me Cheryl's mother had never married and worked nights as
a bartender at a downtown club. Her mother just never seemed to have time
for her. She was never cruel and she earned enough to keep them both in
reasonable comfort materially. She was just absent emotionally to Cheryl,
who had gotten what nurturing she could from the many babysitters her mother
had provided over the years. She had no idea who her father was nor did she
know of any other family.

"Oh Cheryl!" I exclaimed and hugged her close to me.  "I love you. I love
you dearly, little one." I said as I rocked her in my arms. The poor child.
How could anyone emotionally neglect a young girl like this? "I want you to
know that I will always love you sweetheart. I'm here for you. I am your
true friend." I gently stroked her silky dark hair and held her head against
my chest. My love fought with my lust for her.

Then Cheryl did something completely unexpected. She pulled back a little,
looked up at me then kissed me full on the lips. It was a brief kiss but I
definitely felt the fullness of her lips and that soft erotic pressure that
signaled more to come. I also tasted her salty tears and tried wiping then
away with my fingers.

"I know you are," Cheryl whispered to me then moved back to her chair and
became suddenly interested in her bowl of ice cream. A little shaken by
events I followed suit and scooped in a couple of mouthfuls myself.

"Cheryl honey, where would you like to sleep? I can fix you up all nice and
cozy on the couch or you can bunk in with me in my big old bed. There's lots
of room." I held my breath.

"Gosh, can I sleep with you? That would be so cool!" Cheryl burst out.

"Yes, baby. And every night your mom works if you like," I told her gently.
She rushed into my arms and hugged me close.

"Oh thank you Star! I love you too. A whole lot. More than anyone I've ever
known!" she declared into my shoulder. Waves of lust collided with surges of
compassion within me as I felt her solid young body close to mine.

"Okay little one. Let's go to bed now," I said abruptly as I felt control
over my own feelings starting to slip. Our ice cream was finished and I
could tell she was tired. I put the bowls in the dishwasher then took her
hand and led her into my sanctum sanctorum.

Cheryl was so sweet. She praised my room and found my bed wonderful to fall
into. I let her get used to the space then lifted up the covers and settled
in. She quickly followed me and we both lay on our sides facing each other
and grinning like Cheshire Cats. Then she did it again. She kissed me. It
was a light kiss but hinted at something more.

"I love you so much Star," she said gazing with her deep brown eyes into
mine.

This time I took the initiative. I brought her head close to me then kissed
her deeply and directly this time and letting it linger for just a few
seconds longer than hers had, a few seconds longer than a friendly peck on
the lips.

"Mmm that was nice," Cheryl purred as we drew apart.

My heart was beating loudly in my chest by this time. "Would you like me to
kiss you some more?" I asked her.

"Please!" Cheryl said then brought her lips in direct contact with mine.
This time neither of us wanted to end it. Finally I dared try putting my
tongue against her lips.

"W-would you like to kiss this way?" I murmured against her swollen lips.
She simply moaned in reply and opened her mouth to allow in my probing
tongue. I was in heaven! We kissed passionately for at least a quarter hour.
Our tongues danced together and our jaws stretched wide as we sought almost
to devour each other. The feel of her soft young lips against mine was
exquisite as our mouths slid around in, out and over each other. I softly
bit her puffy lower lip then bathed it with my tongue. I repeated it with
her upper lip then sought to force my tongue all the way inside her mouth,
something that made her groan out loud in ecstasy. Then I stopped.
Conscience time!

"Cheryl honey, we need to talk here, okay?" I said gently as my pulse raced
a mile a minute.

"Everything's okay isn't it? Did I do something wrong?" she asked urgently.

"No, no, no! You are wonderful. It's just well, I'm having all these
grown-up feelings about you," I stammered. "I mean, do you know about sex
honey?"

"Yes, you mean like boys and girls making babies and that stuff? Oh sure."

"Not just that stuff," I said to her as plainly as I could. "Do you know
that if I touch you in certain places they could put me in jail?"

"Oh Gosh, I'd never tell anyone, I promise!" She blurted out.

Cheryl put her hands to her mouth as if to seal her lips in perpetuity. Then
I saw a far away look in her eye and I had to ask.

"Have you ever done this before, Cheryl? It's okay. You can tell me and I
won't try to put anyone else in jail either," I said as gently as I could.

She hummed and hawed at first but then began to tell me that one of her
babysitters last year had taught her how to masturbate and this had moved on
to kissing, some finger fucking and eventually oral sex with this twenty
year old girl. But Cheryl had been so needy and the girl didn't realize that
Cheryl had fallen in love with her. When the babysitter abruptly stopped
coming by Cheryl was devastated.

"My poor child," I cried as I gathered her into my breast. "I would never
hurt you like that. Ever." What was I saying? Was I offering her an
unlimited relationship? The rational part of my mind screamed at me to back
off but every emotion in my body led me straight back to little Cheryl and
her tragic childhood. My feelings of lust warred against my common sense and
I agonized over the course our relationship could now take. I loved Cheryl
deeply and with all my heart but not just as a child but as the woman inside
her that was forced to emerge amidst the emotional, uncaring chaos that was
her home life.

Cheryl was quietly sobbing against my shoulder after her story was told.
"Was I bad?" she asked me earnestly.

"Honey no! Of course not!" I told her. "It's that babysitter who was bad,
hurting you the way she did! Sex isn't bad, it's how we treat each other
before during and after that makes it good or bad. Sex just IS, honey. It's
up to us to make each experience meaningful and precious. Like kissing you.
I love you so much I don't want to take you anywhere you don't want to go. I
wanted to talk to you about that, that's all."

"Star, I really love you," Cheryl said. "I mean I'm like IN love with you,
do you know what I mean?"
"Gosh, honey, yes I do. I feel the same way about you. I think I have since
I first saw you." I answered truthfully.

"Star, is it okay that we're both girls? I get awful confused sometimes
about my feelings. Aren't I supposed to like boys?" she asked me
plaintively.

"Baby doll, you can like whoever you want. I used to like boys but now I
only like girls, especially this girl!" I said giving her a little poke.
Cheryl giggled.

"Does that mean its okay then, that I like girls? Especially this girl?" She
laughed and poked me back.

"You betcha!" I exclaimed and hugged her tightly.

"Okay then," Cheryl boldly asserted. "Can I see your titties then?" She
asked me with an embarrassed little giggle.

"You like my boobs, huh?" I said cupping each one in my hand and feeling the
desire flow through them like fire. I was crossing the line but nothing had
ever felt more right I dropped my hands down to the hem then lifted my
T-shirt over my head baring my breasts for the first time to my new lover.
"Do you want to touch them?" I asked her as I lightly stroked my already
erect nipples.

Cheryl's eyes looked big as saucers as she stared at my tits. Then both her
hands reached out and covered my nipples. I took her hands and pressed them
in harder and she caught on to the idea and started massaging them like a
pro, a look of sheer delight on her face. Oh, the tingling waves that shot
through my body at her touch!

"Tell you what," I said as she eagerly felt me up. "Let's get naked, okay?"

Cheryl laughed and surrendered my breast flesh long enough to remove her
T-shirt and white cotton panties. I got out of bed to remove mine, giving
her a full view of my naked body, especially now the tightly trimmed dark
fur of my pussy and the pink lips that showed through my light forest of
hair.
Cheryl's mouth literally hung open looking at me. I had never received such
a compliment before, believe me! I could now see her own swollen little
breast buds capped by small coral-pink nipples that stood as erect as they
could for their size. Her bare little slit looked so darling I had to
restrain myself from diving headfirst between her lovely young legs and
eating it all up.

I climbed back onto the bed and we embraced, this time naked, this time as
lovers. We kissed deeply and passionately as our hands roamed freely over
each other's bodies. I felt her squeezing my breast as I cupped the tight
little cheeks of her ass then moved my fingers up to play with her hard
little nipple. She moaned her pleasure into my mouth as I tweaked and
twirled her soft little tits then moved my hand lower, down across her
stomach to finally cup her virgin slit in my hand.

"Baby doll," I whispered against her swollen lips "I'm gonna rock your
world!" I declared passionately. My hand performed slow circles around
Cheryl's hard little clit as my mouth moved down to capture each of her
nipples in turn. She moaned and writhed with excitement as my mouth moved
lower and my tongue toyed briefly with her cute little belly button before
moving all the way down to claim its prize -- Cheryl's swollen pink labia and
distended little clit now flowing with her juices and my saliva.

I moved between her legs and kept my head buried in her pussy. I was sucking
and lapping her in delicious mouthfuls as my own hand went between my legs
and I began to masturbate as I ate Cheryl's scrumptious little puss. She
tasted wonderful! So clean and girlish I savored every drop of juice from
her adorable cunt. As my tongue worked its way in and out of her vagina my
own fingers were busy between my own legs. I could feel Cheryl start to
come.

At first it was a little tremor then a spasm followed by a huge contraction
that lifted her firm young hips clear off the bed. I glued my mouth to her
cunny and drank in her juice that to me was sweet as nectar, and rode out
her orgasm with my mouth in place. Cheryl cried out in pleasure and broke
into tears as her climax slowly subsided.

"Oh God Star! You made me come! I--I've never come like that before! I only
thought I came all those times!" she wailed. Her tears turned to laughter as
I moved up to embrace her. "Hold me please Star?" she pleaded.

I held her tight and rocked her slowly in my arms for what seemed like
hours. Finally pulling apart I looked into her big brown eyes.

"Was that, well, alright for you honey?" I asked her anxiously. "Did I go
too far baby doll?"

Cheryl just looked at my anxious face and laughed out loud. "That was the
most wonderful experience of my whole life!"  she exclaimed then threw
herself at me.

Cheryl and I fell together onto the bed with her firmly positioned atop me,
flattening my mammaries as she scooched around a bit, reveling, as was I, in
the feel of our naked skin in such close erotic contact. Then she kissed me
sweetly on the lips.

"Were you playing with yourself while you licked me?" she asked in open
wonder.

"Oh yes honey. That's how much you turned me on. Is it okay if I do that?
You can too, you know," I added.

"No ... I mean Yes! I liked watching you doing it to yourself. I mean I, uh ,
play with myself too, ever since last year. It's okay if you want to. Is it
okay if I watch you?" she asked me tentatively.

Oh yes it was okay. I hadn't masturbated with somebody for years and here
Cheryl was inviting me. "I'm very close to coming baby doll, so watch me
closely!" I moved my hand down between my legs as my forefinger dipped into
my slit and felt my drenching wetness. Quickly I found my clit and began to
work away at it.

Cheryl sat with her mouth open and her eyes wide open and staring at my busy
hand at work on my aching cunt. I was finger-fucking myself with two fingers
rapidly in and out while I circled my engorged little clit with the other
hand. I opened my eyes to stare at her naked, staring at me and my orgasm
exploded inside me. It literally felt like one of those rockets at the beach
it was so hot and intense.   Wave after pulsing wave washed through me as
Cheryl stood mesmerized by my autoerotic demonstration.

"Star that was so hot!" Cheryl exclaimed.

She threw herself into my arms and we held each other tight as we let our
passion ebb just a little. "Honey, you can play with yourself all you want
with me. It's natural and a great way to relieve tension!" I murmured into
her dark hair. She chuckled a little.

"Can I do it now?" she asked me earnestly.

"Cheryl honey you never need to ask my permission to do that. If it feels
good and the time is right then go ahead!" I proclaimed.

We sat facing each other `Indian' style so Cheryl's hot pink slit was on
full display as mine was to her. She first licked her fingers then brought
them down to begin circling her tiny clit. She started slowly but began to
speed up. She put her head back then opened her eyes and asked me if I would
play with my tits for her as she watched.

She surprised me with her request, especially when she said `tits'. It
seemed so grown up somehow but I could certainly do that. "No problem,
sweetness. You like to watch a bit too do you?" I asked her as I began to
massage my breasts hard and strong, pulling on my pink-brown nipples, making
them so erect I thought they might burst. Her hand meanwhile became almost a
blur between her legs as she stared at me fondling myself for her. I was
marveling at her sexual energy when her second orgasm of the night overtook
her.

Cheryl's second climax was every bit the equal of the first.  Her body
arched off my bed as her fingers stayed buried deep inside her virgin pussy.
I was only about two feet away from her throbbing vulva so I saw the juices
come out of her to coat her fingers. As she slowly came back to earth I
scooped her up in my arms, then took her busy little fingers and sucked them
clean in my mouth. Cheryl smiled up at me with a look of glowing contentment
then curled up sweetly into my arms.

That night Cheryl and I forged an amazing bond and found an almost divine
sexual chemistry that would sometimes leave us both panting for each other
at any time of the day or night, either separated or together.  Her mother's
odd hours meant that Cheryl stayed at my place at least four times a week
that summer and when school began it just seemed natural that Cheryl would
come barreling in through my doorway when I got home from work. I gave her
keys and she even made me dinners. She was just so precious and I adored
her.

Cheryl and I began a deep and meaningful relationship that finally gave her
some love and stability while it allowed me to grow and heal in ways I
wasn't aware I needed to. After her mother moved to Calgary for a year
Cheryl lived with me. She returned home and nursed her mother through
incipient alcoholism, then cancer. At 17, after her mother died, she moved
in, then went on to university in Ontario the next year. We drifted apart as
lovers as she reached her teen years and has happily found a wonderful girl
she now lives with in Toronto. We, however, remain deeply in love.

StarSapphire@hotmail.com