Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2007 06:13:38 -0500 From: J W Subject: Rescue 1 FORWARD: I continue my practice of interweaving stories and story lines in this new series. The references to Chrissie MacDonald (`Angel of Mersey') are obvious; there is a vague connection to another story series of mine that I may develop. [Hint; the clue is in the surname]. Comments, suggestions and criticism always welcome and answered. Olivia Hays' forty two year old breasts bounced saucily inside her thin cotton bra and T shirt as she bounded down the steps of her large mid town home. The blue jeans hugged her tight butt and the cowboy boots with their three inch heels clacked rapidly on the stone walkway as she approached her blue Aviator. She was late as usual. `When I was nursing I was never late' she thought as she shifted into reverse and maneuvered out of her driveway. Luckily the woman's distress centre was only five minutes away. Olivia's background was uniquely suited to her volunteer work at the center. She'd been an ER nurse for five years before the hours and the stress had burnt her out. Moving to palliative care had turned out to be a life changing experience. That's how she met Ronald Hays fourteen years ago; caring for his terminally ill wife. The relationship started out as a professional one but continued to blossom after Gail's death. In spite of her training and experience, not to mention talent, as a grief counselor she had done the ill advised. She got emotionally attached to her client. About a year after the passing of the over achieving stockbroker's wife counseling sessions over coffee had turned into romantic dinners. A marriage proposal was the logical next step. The small elegant wedding took place aboard a friend's yacht the summer Olivia turned thirty one. Ron was just shy of his fortieth birthday. They'd been married three years when Liv decided to retire so they could spend more time together. Ron could have easily quit too from a financial point of view but he was addicted to the game. The combination of his OC personality and bad genes lead to the massive heart attack that took his life five years later. Her life was suddenly empty. Not yet forty Olivia decided volunteering was a way to not only fill her time but to make a contribution. The women's distress center allowed her to use both her nursing and counseling skills in support of a cause that the young widow felt strongly about. For the past three years, three days a week she made the journey to the nondescript house on the quiet residential street to advise and help the women who's misfortune had brought them to this place. Battered women seeking shelter from their abusers was the bulk of the work. The location of the safe house was as guarded a secret as it could be with the volume of traffic. It was simply not very advisable to have irate partners show up and bring their hostility with them. The shelter operated a very visible store front operation downtown as an intake point. The local law enforcement took calls from either of the locations seriously and with urgency. Olivia found a parking spot less than two blocks away; `About as good as it gets' she thought as she made the trek back to the shelter. Just inside the door sat a portly woman at a desk tapping on a keyboard. "Hi Martha, sorry I'm late... again!" Liv apologized. "I'll have to dock your pay." The seated woman responded in a distracted tone. "You don't pay me." Liv pointed out as she read the log and then went to check her mail slot. "Oh right; I forgot" Martha returned still obviously paying practically no attention to the exchange. "Trouble?" Olivia enquired looking at the screen over the shelter director's shoulder. "You could say that. A woman showed up last night with her teenaged daughter and I've been trying all morning to find a place for them, at least for tonight" she tapped some more keys "Still no luck." She sat back and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I can't leave them in the lounge another night." "You know if none of the other agencies has room at noon they're not going to have it today at all." Olivia put words to the director's thoughts. "Jesus I hate this!" Martha cursed and opened a file with phone numbers. "I could put them up at my place." Liv offered somewhat casually as she sorted through her messages. "I couldn't ask you to do that." Martha looked up from the screen for the first time. "You're not asking me I'm offering." Liv countered "Liv you know it can be dangerous." Martha warned but there was hope in her eyes. "Oh hell woman how often do we get a rampaging husband in here? Twice a year? What are the odds it'll happen tonight? Plus she'll be a lot harder to track down at my place." "You're right it's just the possibility scares me." "Well just call Barney Fife over at the station house and let him know if I call he better come a runnin'" both women laughed referring to assistant sheriff Steve Mitchell as the dim witted and ancient TV character. He was nothing whatever like Don Knotts. As a matter of fact if he weren't married with a couple of kids any one of the women at the center would be pleased to share his company; probably even his bed. "Well if you're determined to do this it would sure help me out, but I'm warning you it may take a couple of days to find a placement for them." "Trust me Martha it's not a problem" Olivia responded. "OK I'd better introduce you to your house guests." The women walked down the short hall to what had been the living room of the old house before the renovations that converted the old mansion into a shelter. The second and third floors had five bedrooms each. When they entered the large salon Liv saw the slightly built woman with long auburn hair sitting on one of the sofas staring at the soap opera that was playing on the plasma TV screen. Her daughter sat in the floor near her feet leafing through a teen magazine. They both looked up with nervous tired eyes as the abuse center workers entered. "Emma and Alexa Stern I'd like you to meet Olivia Hays. Liv is one of our counselors." Each of the seated women murmured a greeting of the unintelligible kind. "I have good news and bad news," the center's director continued "the bad news is I haven't been able to find you a place in the system." The mother and daughter both got extremely distressed looks on their faces. "The good news is that Liv has offered to put you up at her place until there's an opening." The look of relief that came over the two women's faces was a reward in itself for Olivia. The mother reminded her of someone but she couldn't quite figure out whom and the daughter was a smaller version of her mother. "If you ladies would like to gather up your things, I can take you over to my place now and you can settle in and get some much needed rest." Liv was pulling back into her driveway barely an hour after she'd left. She took Emma and Alexa on a tour of the fine old house she had inherited from her late husband. She showed them the good sized bedroom they would use last. It was conveniently equipped with twin beds. The mother and daughter were appreciative but obviously very tired. "Just help yourself to what ever you need." Liv said as she picked up her keys from the hall table "I've gotta go to the center for a while but I should be back by four and we'll have a lovely dinner together." "I don't know how to thank you!" Emma sobbed as she spontaneously hugged her rescuer. Olivia was shocked when she felt the woman's firm prominent breasts press against her own and a tingle went through her pussy like a minor electrical shock. Feeling suddenly very awkward the widow broke the embrace and said "It's the least I can do" before hurrying out the door. What was more shocking to the forty-two year old widow was that the sensation between her legs wouldn't seem to go away. It was still there, dulled only slightly by the passage of time. `When was the last time I had a thrill like that?' she asked herself as she drove. She couldn't remember. Back inside the refuge there was no sign of Martha in the reception area. Liv flipped through the files in the tray until she found the one labeled Stern. She sat at the desk and read through the intake file. It seems missus Stern had quite a history of `accidents' with the local ER. More recently it looked as though Alexa had inherited her mother's clumsiness. The former nurse felt her anger growing as she scanned the various injuries. The transcript of the interview was typical; `...didn't want him to go to jail... thought he would change... was always sorry afterward and promised it wouldn't happen again.' Olivia was particularly interested to see what the culminating event had been. What finally `broke the camel's back' as it were? What she read caused her heart to skip a beat. It seems hubby had come home unexpectedly and found Emma in bed with another woman. Olivia read the sentence over and over each time feeling her nipples get stiffer and a drumming sensation begin in her crotch. She felt short of breath and nearly jumped out of her chair when she heard Martha say "So how did it go?" "Uh... fine; they're really tired. I can't imagine they got much sleep last night." Liv replied trying not to sound as breathless as she was. "Yeah the escape must have been pretty exciting; like something out of the movies." "What happened exactly?" the aroused counselor asked tentatively. "Well, he got home from work in a foul mood, which I gather wasn't unusual. He knocked her around a little, not too bad, and then he left; headed for a bar no doubt. She called Chrissie MacDonald, you know the young paramedic, you've met her a couple of times." Liv nodded acknowledging having met the woman. "Apparently Chrissie had been to the house on more than one occasion and told Emma that if she ever needed help that she could call her directly. I don't know the details of what happened when Chrissie arrived but apparently she was checking missus Stern over for injuries and somehow they wound up in bed naked." Liv swallowed the squeal that threatened to escape her throat when the director's matter of fact statement sent an unexpected jolt to her already throbbing pussy. `What the hell is happening to me?' the confused widow stressed. `Why does the thought of this woman having sex with another woman turn me on like I haven't been turned on in years?' "Anyway I gather they were going at it pretty good in the bedroom when shit head came back. I don't know how she managed it but somehow Chrissie got Emma and Alexa out of there and over here. The cop found him at McGuintie's and arrested the bastard." "So I've got no problem the husband's in jail" Liv said somewhat relieved "No the some scum bag lawyer friend of his got him out. Takes one to know one in my book." Martha spat out the words. Liv responded with an affirmative grunt, replaced the file in the tray and went about her business. The counselor finished up just after three and stopped at the local supermarket on the way home. Toting a pre roasted chicken and a bag full of various salads she opened her front door. From the entry hall she could see her house guests cuddled up on the couch. They wore nearly matching velour lounging suits. It should have been cute. Mom sitting against the arm rest with her legs stretched out on the sofa; her teenaged daughter between her legs, head resting on her mother's chest. Olivia found it somehow erotic. The throb that had plagued her most of the afternoon was back. At the sound of the door closing both women looked in her direction "Anybody hungry?" the home owner chirped. They answered together saying different things but both were clearly affirmative. "Can I help?" Emma offered displacing her daughter and rising from the couch. "Sure you can set the table while I carve up this unfortunate bird." Liv replied while taking her parcels into the kitchen. With a few directions on where to find things they were dining within minutes. The dinner conversation centered on the pair's escape from their home. Emma filled in a few missing details but managed to omit the part where she and the paramedic were naked and in bed. `You don't know they were naked' Liv chastised herself `but Martha said they were going at it pretty good, so it's logical isn't it?' the visual was killing her. Every time her older house guest moved it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The tantalizing jiggles held Liv's attention to such a degree that she regularly had to ask her guest to repeat herself. When she did look into Emma's very brown eyes she realized where she thought she knew her from. `This woman is a dead ringer for Jennifer Love... what the heck's her last name? The one with the show... something about ghosts' Olivia didn't bother to puzzle over it too long. The mystery of where she knew the woman from was solved; she had never met her before. The evening passed with lighter getting acquainted chat. Olivia frequently distracted by the younger woman's charms so enticingly veiled by the green velour. By eleven all three were yawning repeatedly. `They wouldn't seem so big if she wasn't so tiny in every other way' the host reasoned. "Martha made an appointment for me with a lawyer early tomorrow so I'd better get some sleep." Emma finally announced as she got to her feet. "I'm pretty tired too" Liv agreed "but I don't really have to be anywhere in the morning." The home owner followed the mother and daughter up the stairs taking note of how the lounging suits hugged the round bottoms. `This has got to stop!' she scolded as they retired for the night. Olivia awoke to the unaccustomed sounds of shuffling downstairs. She always slept in the nude. The temporary hostel provider considered putting on some underwear and then threw on her dressing gown without it and made her way into her kitchen. What she saw when she arrived caused her to grab the door post for support. Emma was leaning from the waist peering into the refrigerator. She wore a sheer lemon yellow bra and panty set. The spectacular round cheeks Liv had imagined last night were now presented in their full glory. Following the shadow between the plump hemispheres down Liv was nearly bowled over by the sight of the full and apparently completely hairless vulva tattooed against the revealing crotch of the bikini underwear. The widow was unable to stifle the groan. Her house guest stood up holding a plastic container of fruit and smiled sweetly, tossing her head to get the long auburn hair out of her face. "Good morning" she said without a trace of self consciousness. Olivia was presented with a new and equally gorgeous spectacle. Emma's breasts were encased but not really hidden by the transparent yellow fabric. The older woman could clearly make out her guest's large pale areolas atop her firm jugs. Emma took in the expression on her host's face and looked down at herself. "I'm sorry" she said "I haven't done my make up yet and I didn't manage to bring any kind of a robe." Olivia surprised herself by responding very calmly; "That's OK dear; it's just us girls here." The turmoil in her loins was in complete contrast to the even care-less tone of her voice. The older woman couldn't trust her legs so she continued to lean on the door fame as the scantily clad woman sat down at the table. With half of the mesmerizing vision obscured Liv managed to get herself seated opposite the young woman as she ate her breakfast. "Alex isn't feeling well this morning." Emma confided between mouthfuls. "Oh that's too bad. What seems to be the problem?" Liv enquired in a concerned tone. "Don't know seems to be some kind of a tummy thing. She's gonna stay in bed for a while longer." "I'll look in on her a little later and see if she wants anything" Liv offered. "Oh that is so nice, thank you" The young mother said appreciatively. After another mouthful she added "You used to be a nurse didn't you? That makes me feel so much better about having to leave her." "Once a nurse always a nurse, dear; I just don't get paid for it anymore." Olivia said reassuringly. Emma rose from the table and put her dishes in the dishwasher providing her host with that mind boggling bent over view again. The pressure Olivia had been enduring in her pelvis turned to a full ache. The older woman glanced at the front of her dressing gown to confirm that her nipples were poking the silk outward. `She must have noticed' Olivia thought as she watched the thinly veiled butt disappear out the kitchen door. When she got up to poured herself a coffee she realized there was a wet spot on the back of her dressing gown. Liv parked herself in the large chair in the living room; her legs tucked underneath her butt and took a few minutes for introspection. She had always known she had bisexual feelings even though she had never actually been with a woman. It was that very conflict that kept her unmarried until after she was thirty. Her upbringing would not allow her to fully explore the lesbian side of her sexuality. When ever the feelings surfaced she'd run away from them, scared and embarrassed. It was the other reason she had made the career move from ER to palliative care. She was finding it harder and harder to administer treatment to her women patients due to the ever intensifying sexual urges. `It's like a balloon being filled with air. Every time I get aroused by another woman it's just a little worse; the balloon expands a little more. Sooner or later it's got to burst.' She thought as she sipped her coffee. `What does that mean? What happens when it bursts? Do I loose my mind?' When Ron died she had taken a vow of celibacy with herself. Sex was no longer a part of her life, not with men, not with women, not even solo. `Masturbation just makes it harder. It's never enough you'll always want more.' So she had denied herself release even by her own hand. Generally in the last couple of years it wasn't that hard to avoid temptation. `Outa sight outa mind' was her motto. But now here was this gorgeous creature that seemed to have no sense of modesty and to compound the problem she had a miniature version tagging along. `Why did I have to be so damn heroic and offer to take them in?' she questioned but she knew the answer. `I couldn't let my lack of self control hurt someone else.' Olivia Hays was feeling quite disappointed in herself when Emma bounced by in the light colored flowing print dress. With her hand on the front door knob she turned toward Liv and informed her "I don't know how long I'll be." "That's OK don't worry about it.' Then after a pause "I should have offered to drive you." "No, I've put you out enough already. I'm meeting the lawyer at the center and it's a beautiful morning. If I cut through the park it won't take more than twenty minutes will it?" the younger woman looked at her host for confirmation. "That's about right." Olivia confirmed having taken the same walk on many occasions. "Good luck" she wished as her house guest smiled waved and exited. The older woman's mind turned to the teenager in her spare bedroom. After a second cup of coffee Liv decided it was time to get dressed. As she passed by the spare bedroom door muted sounds caught her attention. Standing outside in the hall it sounded like moaning. `The poor thing must be worse off than her mother thought' was what went through the retired nurse's head. She tapped lightly on the door "Alexa are you OK?" she heard the rustling of bedclothes before the squeaky weak reply. "Can I come in?" she asked politely. More rustling of the sheets preceded the soft "OK" The youngster had the covers pulled all the way up to her chin and looked flushed as Olivia crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Your mom told me you weren't feeling well this morning" the nurse confided while stroking the hair out of her patient's face. "What seems to be the trouble?" "I... it's just that, I have... uh some pains in my... uh tummy" Alexa stammered. "You feel quite warm to me honey. Are you having any other symptoms?" "Uh... no not really." The girl responded avoiding her care-giver's eyes. "Can you show me where it hurts?" Liv asked peeling the covers down below Alexa's waist. The teenager was wearing a frilly little girl night gown `kinda young for her' Olivia thought. "The file said you're fourteen is that right?" "I'm almost fifteen." The prone girl sounded almost indignant. The nurse looked back up at her patient's face and was once again overwhelmed by the mother daughter similarity. Scanning down the pink chiffon night dress Liv decided that her patient's bust proportion was already very similar to her mom's. a single throb thumped between the older woman's legs as she laid her hand on the girl's abdomen just below her ribs. "Show me where it hurts." She asked in her best clinical bedside tone. The teenager used both of her own hands to move Liv's hand down until it was just inside the girl's left hip bone. "Right here?" Liv asked pressing gently. "It's sort of all the way across." Alexa corrected dragging the nurse's hand across her lower belly just above the pubic bone. She released her care-giver's hand and let her arms rest at her sides. As Liv began to make soothing circular motions against the crinkly chiffon she noticed a faint but familiar scent. It was unmistakably female arousal. The question was `Is it coming from her or me?' the correct answer was both but the nurse didn't know that. the circles the older woman was making on the girl's tummy had gotten large enough that at the bottom of the trace Olivia thought she could feel the difference in texture under the nightie, indicating that she was stroking as low as the upper reaches of the youngster's pubic hair. "When was your last period sweetie?" the nurse asked softly. "It should be coming back soon" the girl replied sounding as though she was out of breath. And then she moaned. "Does this hurt... what I'm doing?" Olivia asked realizing that she also seemed to be short of air to speak. "Ugh... no it uh, kinda makes I feel better... a little" the teenager sighed. Liv noticed that her eyes were closed and she seemed to be biting her bottom lip. It wasn't so much that the circles had gotten bigger it was more that the center of rotation had lowered. At the low point the nurse now felt the plumpness of the pubescent mons through the slippery material. "May I raise this up and have a better look?" Liv asked gripping the hem of the nightie. Alexa nodded looking as nervous as a dental patient when the drill starts up. The nurse had to twist her upper body around to get both hands on the pink frills. She felt her own silk robe gape. When the teenager opened her eyes Olivia realized that the girl was presented with a full profile view of her pear shaped right tit, erect nipple and all. A misplaced surge of modesty almost made her pull the dressing gown closed but the teenager's wide eyes ogling her breast sent multiple shivers through her pelvis. Instead she continued with her task slowly drawing the night gown up toward the tiny girl's waist. The horny woman exposing her boobs should have realized during her analgesic stroking that the youngster was not wearing underpants. She'd felt no telltale waist elastic or variation in texture between the upper and lower parts of the caress. It still shocked and thrilled her when the young vulva came suddenly into view. The female scent now filled her nostrils and she had to bite her lip to suppress the moan. Sparse reddish brown curly hairs covered the bulge atop the pubic bone but lower down all Liv could see was the glistening wetness of the delicate blossoming labia. The moist gash almost looked fluorescent in the subdued light of the bedroom. "What do you call this honey?" the nurse asked giving the girl's mound a couple of gentle taps then running her fingers through the short soft curls. Each love tap on her extremely aroused vulva produced a grunt from deep in the girl's chest. "It's... uh um my uh... vagina" Alexa's voice was strained and she was blushing furiously. Nurse Hays could almost see Doctor Betty Dodson's eyes rolling at the girl's lack of understanding of her own genitalia. `We'll do a terminology lesson later' Liv resolved. "Do you ever call it something else; something cute?" "Sometimes I call it my pussy" the girl said in a long exhale. Just saying the word seemed to make her more nervous. "That's a much better name; don't you think?" Liv asked continuing to tickle her fingers through the sparse curls and looking at her patient's wide eyed terrified face. The teenager nodded in agreement. "Do you ever play with your pussy; you know kind of stroke it?" "I... well; uh... sometimes I can't help it" the girl was close to tears. "It's OK honey there's nothing wrong with pleasuring yourself. I do it" `well I used to' Liv silently corrected herself "Lots of women do." Olivia turned so she was more directly facing the distraught teenager and stroked the girl's forehead while her other hand now penetrated the thin layer of fur and was in direct contact with the hot plumpness just beneath. The very tips of the nurse's finger were able to detect the top of the crease. "Show me sweetheart, show me how you play with your pussy." It didn't seem possible but Alexa's eyes actually got wider than they already were. She was completely stunned by the request. "It's OK sweetie I just want to see if you're doing it right. Maybe I can help you, you know give you some advice" Liv continued to soothingly stroke the girl's head but used the hand that had been tickling the pubic hair to move the teenager's hand to her well lubricated labia. Hesitantly at first but with increasing pressure and speed the Alexa placed three fingers on her vulva and rubbed back and forth. She began to grunt rhythmically. The nurse now had one hand free and pushed it into her lap pressing on the top part of her pudendum. When she looked down she actually expected to see flames. Pressing and rubbing herself through the silk robe was providing temporary relief from the steady demands from her womanhood. "Do you ever touch your breasts?" the older woman asked placing her hand over the surprisingly prominent lump on the teenager's chest. "Ugh... oh God... ugh some..uh times ugh" the masturbating teen grunted her way through the single word. "You really should. You'll find your nipples; your whole boob really, is very sensitive and will give you even more pleasure." Olivia squeezed the firm mound and ran her thumb over the top feeling just a hint of hardness through the chiffon. "Let's take this off." The nurse suggested tugging at the frilly night gown. Alexa obediently sat up and raised her arms over her head to facilitate the removal. The pink little girl nightie was soon floating in the general direction of the other twin bed as the teenager collapsed back and resumed her furious stroking. "Try it" Liv encouraged placing the girl's free hand on top of her tit. Automatically Alexa's hand began squeezing and pulling at the developing booby. "Pull on your nipple like this sweetie" the nurse encouraged and began demonstrating on the youngster's free breast. Alexa's thrashing and guttural moans were becoming more violent. Sensing that her pupil was very near climax the nurse took hold of the hand the girl was using to stroke her vulva and pulled it away. The youngster looked up at her teacher in shock. A frustrated scream erupted from her core. It took all of the older woman's strength to keep the teenager's hand off her bubbling cunt. "Slowly now, slowly and gently" Olivia whispered. The sweet young thing was trembling all over but seemed willing to follow instructions. "Use your fingers to spread your lips" the nurse instructed still providing some restraint by holding the teenager's wrist. Alexa followed orders and parted her slippery labia with two fingers. "No" Liv corrected "use this one and this one." The older woman had positioned the girl's hand so she was using her index finger and second finger to hold herself open leaving her ring finger free in the middle. "Now stroke right here at the top; slowly and gently" The nurse introduced Alexa's ring finger to her bulging clitoris. The first direct contact with her love button caused her hips to thrust forcefully upward. "Do you feel that little bump that's your clit. That's where most of your pleasure comes from. Wiggle it slowly and softly until you can't stand it anymore." Alexa was sure she was going to pass out. She had never dreamed of pleasure this intense. `She did say until you can't stand it anymore. Well I can't!' the girl's hand became a blur in a very similar motion to the one she'd been using before the nurse intervened. The thundering orgasm was like nothing she'd experienced before. She nearly thrashed her way right off the bed before the explosions subsided. Olivia stood up and shucked off the silk robe. Lying down beside her protégé she stroked the trembling girl's hair. Alexa looked up into the pretty smiling face "There's so much I want to teach you and show you" the nurse whispered "I've waited far too long". The teenager's eyes moved down her host's neck toward the older woman's chest. One of the teardrop shaped mammaries was resting on her shoulder. The youngster was amazed at how hard the nipple felt pressing into the very soft flesh just below her collar bone. The other breast hung near the middle of the reclining woman's chest, aided by gravity, it was trying to catch up with its twin. Liv followed the teenager's gaze. "You can touch them if you want" the older woman offered. Alexa's trembling hand cupped the pliable heavy tit and she felt the large hard cone of the mature nipple bore into her palm. She lifted the substantial weight of the pear shaped flesh and repeatedly tested the resilience with her fingers. The nurse was on her side and performed a sort of inch worm move with brought the suspended tit up right below the teen's chin. "Suck it sweetie" the nurse urged. Alexa repositioned her hand and brought the hard brown projection to her lips. Olivia leaned toward the tantalizing sensation. Gravity caused the breast flesh to spread over the reclining girl's mouth and nose. The intriguing feeling of the firm rubbery nipple against her lips turned on some primal sucking reflex. Curiosity made her explore the firm tit cap with her tongue. The older woman's deep sigh confirmed that she was doing it right. "Bite it darling... use your teeth" her tutor demanded in a deep growl. Alexa was amazed that the large flexible peg got even longer as she sucked and licked and bit on it. Olivia managed to get to her knees and leaning over the girl fed her the breast that had so far been neglected. The teenager gave the second boob an equal nibbling tongue lashing. The older woman supported herself on one arm and put her other hand between her legs. Stroking through the saturated curls she pried the thick engorged vulva apart. Her middle finger played with the extended love button for the first time in years. A great wave of intense heat was followed electric shocks that caused her to start jerking and shaking. No longer able to hold herself up with one arm she fell to the side yanking her tit out of her lover's mouth with a loud smacking sound. The orgasmic nurse curled up in a ball enraptured in the after shocks of her climax. They lay there savoring the post orgasmic bliss when Liv remembered where this had all started. "How does your tummy feel now, sweetheart?" "Much better thanks." The girl responded in a dreamy sleepy voice. Kissing her pupil on the forehead "We'd better get cleaned up before your mom gets home. This'll be our little secret." Olivia suggested stroking the auburn hair from the teenager's face. The teenager nodded sleepily. The home owner decided they had time for a cat nap; so they slept for a while.