Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2019 08:58:20 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Secret of a Good Girl (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF) Adult Youth, oral anal, f/FFf 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: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Secrets of a Good Girl By Jan One evening after bible study class I stayed behind to talk to the woman that conducted the group. When we had the room to ourselves Mrs. Wheeler sat down next to me in one of the folding chairs and asked me, "Virginia, is there something I can help you with?" "Mrs. Wheeler..." "Call me Dorothy, my Dear." "Dorothy, I feel like everyone thinks that I think that I'm better than them. I don't have any close friends, and I don't understand why people think I'm an Ice Princes." "Virginia, the fact that you are the picture of the perfect daughter makes others feel inadequate and guilty that they are not a good as you. You are always respectful of others and never speak unkindly of anyone. You are at the top of your class at school. I have never seen you dress inappropriately. A lot of people feel guilty and jealous of anyone they feel better than themselves." I had always tried to do the right thing, but I also wanted to be popular too. I envy the girls that attract friendships with both males and females. I evened the girls with the reputations of being loose with their favor because the boys were always flirting with them. Dorothy's effort to explain my popularity problem didn't help me change peoples' opinion of me. I left the church to catch the city bus to go home. As I boarded the bus and showed the driver my bus pass, I made my way to the bench behind the driver and sat down facing the right side of the bus. There were two women sitting close together they were facing me. One woman looked to be about forty-five and dressed appropriately for a woman her age. The other woman was nice looking and probably in her mid-twenties and was dressed like an office worker. They smiled at me, and I returned their smile. The older woman wrapped her arm around the younger woman and they turned their heads to face each other and the older woman kissed the younger woman on the mouth very passionately. Her action embarrassed me so much I turned my head away. I was looking at the back of the driver's head, but I kept looking at the two women out of the corner of my eye. The two women ignored all of the other passengers as they continued kissing and the older woman even placed a hand on the younger woman's breast. I sat there nervously waiting for the bus to get to my stop. As soon as the bus was approaching my stop, I pulled the cord to let the driver know I wanted to get off. As soon as he stopped at the curb, I exited the bus quickly. I stood there watching the bus pull away. I saw the older woman looking at me over the shoulder of her friend and she even waved at me. It made me nervous about my feelings. I struggle with my feelings the way the two women behaved unashamed about their public demonstration of affection for each other. I thought about their behavior for days. I had a hard time concentrating at school. I had to go to my dance class after school and took the bus downtown to the building where the dance studio was located. I used the bathroom to change into my leotard before class. After class, I didn't feel like changing back to my school clothes, so I simply retrieved my pack and headed to the street to catch the bus for home. As I boarded the bus and flashed my bus pass, a hand grasped my wrist. I turned to see that older woman from the other night. She motioned for me to sit beside her. As I sat next to her; I asked, "Where is your friend?" "Shirley is having dinner with a friend. When I saw you getting on the bus, I was thinking that I would like to have dinner with take." I knew that I shouldn't be associating with a woman like her, but I had a sudden desire to find out what it would be like to be bad. I had to think quick because I had never done anything my parents would disapprove of before. I said, "I would have to get permission from my mother first." The woman smiles, "What are you going to tell her?" "I guess I will have to tell her that a friend from dance class has invited me to have dinner with her family." She smiled again as I retrieved my cellphone from my pack and speed dialed home. After I told Mother my story, she gave me permission to have dinner with my friend. While we waited for the bus to get to her bus stop, I asked her what her name was, and she told me that her name was Wilma. I told her that my name was Clara Hasster. Wilma smile again, "I suspected that a sweet platinum blonde like you was probably Dutch," I blushed, "Yes, I'm a second-generation girl from the Netherlands." About that time the bus was approaching a stop a couple of stops past mine. Wilma stood up and offered her hand to pull me to my feet. I have to admit that I was nervous about what I was planning on doing. As the bus came to a stop and the door opened, we exited. She was still clinging to my hand as she led me to the corner. We stopped at the Mc Donald's and she bought us burgers and fries. She assured me that she had drinks at home. Then We walked a couple of blocks north before turning left for almost another block. We approached a modest single-story home. It was a stucco sided structure with an asphalt shingled roof. When we entered, I couldn't help checking out her home. It was not very large but it was clean. Wilma led me to her small kitchen and had me sit at the table for four. She placed plates on the table and opened the fridge and brought us a couple of cans of soda and a plastic bottle of ketchup. At last we didn't have a lot to clean up after ourselves. She led me to the living room where we sat next to each other on the couch. As we turned to face each other Wilma took me into her arms and kissed me on the mouth. The kiss lasted a long time and I felt her tongue pressing against my lips, so I opened my mouth. It was exciting having mature woman tongue kissing me. When she started stroking my bare arm it excited me. I surrendered to her completely. Wilma was stroking my arm and she worked her hand over to feel my right breast like she had done to her friend. I held my breath for a moment. After squeezing my breast for a little while I relaxed. Then she ran her hand down to my crotch and rubbed it. The feeling excited me and I even spread my legs to allow her better access to my crotch. Then started pulling the black latex leotard off my shoulders. As she peeled the leotard free of my arms my black sports bra came into view. When she got the leotard down to my waist, she turned her attention to the sports bra. It compresses breasts against the body and doesn't have hooks, so it had to be pulled over my head. When my breasts fell free Wilma sat back to admire my breasts. I was young enough that my breasts were puffy pear creamy white with small pink areolas and small nipples. I was embarrassed about having my breasts exposed in front of a woman I really didn't know and was looking at me like something she wanted to eat. I was embarrassed about being exposed in front of a woman I had just met and crossed my arms across my breasts. Wilma pulled my hands away to look at my breasts. She started toying with my nipples. I made a bold move to start removing her clothes. I started unbuttoning her blouse. I had never unbuttoned another woman's blouse before. I fumbled around trying to get all of the buttons undone. She was wearing a slip and a bra, so I had to get her out of the skirt before I could remove the slip and bra. She had to stand to facilitate the removal of her clothes. She helped me strip her down to her panties. As soon as she removed her panties she sat back down on the couch. I only got a quick look at her crotch before she sat down next to me. Her vulva was covered with a thick patch of dark pubic hair and I could see the flaps of skin that was her labia minora protruding beyond the crack of her pussy. My fascination with her pussy was interrupted by her forcing me to stand up. She bent over to remove my slippers before she could pull the leotard down and free of my feet. I was wearing pink hip hugger panties, and as she pulled them down. She got excited when she saw my strawberry blonde pubic hair. She blew air at the hair before she kissed my pussy. I almost stumbled when she kissed my pussy. My knees felt like they were about to buckle. I tried to push her head away from my pussy. Wilma pulled me back down onto the couch and turned my body sideways so that I was reclining with my head resting on the arm of the couch. She lay over my body and started kissing me before she started mouthing my breasts. It was all very wickedly exciting. She licked her way down my body until she was sucking my pussy. I couldn't believe what she was doing to me. She did it for a long time but there was just something that I felt was about to happen but it just wasn't happening. Wilma lifted her face up and looked t my face and said, "You have never had an orgasm before!" I couldn't speak, so I shook my head. Wilma returned to working on my pussy with her mouth and tongue. When I reached that pinacol again I felt Wilma's hand slip under my butt and it tickled when her finger touched my asshole. It shocked me when she forced her finger into my asshole. That was the one thing that took my mind off of my pussy. A feeling flooded my body that felt like every muscle in my body relaxed. I couldn't put into words how I felt. All I can say is that a new world had opened for me and I never wanted it to close. Wilma sat up and in a soft voice asked, "How do you feel?" "I have never felt anything like this before." I reached her and clung to her while I kissed her. It was strange kissing a woman and smelling and tasting my own vagina fluids in her face and in her mouth, but it was the most exciting thing I had ever done. As Wilma leaned back against the opposite armrest. I followed her and lay on top of her warm body. The fragrance of her perfume was mild and I could smell her body odor as I covered her face with wet kisses. I could feel my breasts pressing her big soft worm breasts. I couldn't resist moving own so that I could suck on her teat and feel the other breast. They were so soft they molded against my face and my hand molded the other tit. Wilma whispered a lot of endearments as I continued moving down her body. Her lower belly had a pronounced bulge before I got to her vulva. As I had seen, her vulva had a lot of dark pubic hair. She obviously didn't bother trimming or shaving excess hair from unwanted areas. There as hairs growing own the insides of her thighs and between the crack of her butt. She had a strong womanly fragrance. I have heard others describe the smell like stinky fish, but I found the smell very erotic. I rubbed my face against the soft hair and when I felt the soft flesh of her labia minora and sucked the flesh into my mouth and the flesh vibrated between my lips. It made a funny vibrating noise. I would have never believed that I would have been able to actually do what I was doing now. I thought I was going to choke when she had an orgasm and her vaginal fluid filled my mouth with the warm slimy liquid. We lay there clinging to each other until we were able to discuss what had happened. I eventually realized I had to get dressed and go home. Wilma insisted that I was my face and hands before I got dressed. Wilma kissed me at the door before I walked home it was only a half hour walk home and I had a lot to think about. I didn't want anyone finding out about what I had done, but I wanted to see Wilma again. I found myself masturbating while in bed for a couple of nights while I planned on ways of seeing her more often. There was nothing about the way Wilma looked or talked that would make anyone think she was a dyke. I had to find a way that I could introduce her to my mother and a valid reason for me to visit her on a regular basis. I caught her on the bus a couple of days later and asked her for her cellphone number and explained how I wanted to introduce her to my mother so that I would have an excuse for seeing her more often. The idea of being able to entertain me made her think about the possibilities. She suggested that she could present herself as a mother my age that I could become lose friends with. That would be a valid excuse for me having sleepovers with her. "How can we introduce you and a girl about my age to my parents?" Wilma thought for a moment and then her face lit up, "I know the perfect girl that would be willing to carry out this charade. She is the teenaged daughter of a friend of hers that would be perfect to present as her youngest daughter. We parted company with her assuring me that she would set it up. The next evening, she called me to have me come over so that I could meet Shirley and Beverly, her friend and her daughter. I explained to my mother that I would be late getting home because I was visiting a new friend named Beverly. Of course, my mother didn't any objections. After school hung out at school for a couple of hours before I took the bus directly to Wilma's stop. When I arrived at her door and rang the bell it was a short wait before Wilma opened the door and welcomed me in. There was a woman about my mother's age and a girl that looked a little older than me sitting on the same couch Wilma had made love t me. I studied them as Wilma introduced them to me. Shirley was slender and looked like the average mother of the girls at my school. She had dirty blonde hair with a short style for easy care. She was wearing a concretive quart sleeved dress. With nude nylons and sling pumps. Beverly looked about a year older than me. She was as slender as her mother. Her hair was also a dirty blonde but it was longer. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that showed off her widows' peek. She was dressed like most of the female students at my school. She was wearing boot cut jeans over western boots and she was wearing an Argyle style sweater vest over a white blouse. Wilma sat in her recliner and I sat in the secondary chair while we talked about our plan to allow me access to Wilma without arousing suspicions. Wilma explained that she was close friends with Shirley and Beverly. She added that the two of them were in an active incestuous relationship. The idea that a mother and daughter were having sex with each was both disturbing and erotic. Wilma went on to explain why we wanted Beverly to pretend to be the daughter of Wilma. Shirley had an amused smile during the explanation and Beverly was curious about the idea. After everyone came onboard with our plain, we parted company. I went home to ask Mom if I could invite my friend Beverly and her mother to dinner to meet my parents. Mom was thrilled to meet the parent of my new friend. She assured me that she would prepare a roast dinner for them. I called Wilma and made the date for the following evening a six in the evening. I was excited about the date and helped set the table and prepare the meal. At the appointed hour I ran to answer the door and gave Beverly a hug like we were old friends and grasped Wilma's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. I introduced them to my parents and explained how I had met Beverly at a school function. I knew how my father would react. He was polite and engaged in small talk over dinner but excused himself after dinner to work on work business. In truth, he was just board meeting my guests. Mother was very curious about Wilma and her daughter. Wilma told her that she was divorced and what she did for a living. The leading questions she asked Beverly elicited a lot of information from her grade point average to what extra activities she was involved in. Beverly was proud to boast about her being on the school swim team. By the time Wilma announced, "I better take Beverly home in time for her to get her homework done before bed." Mother was pleased with my new friends and even asked Beverly if she could talk me into going out for the swim team. Wilma gave my mother an open innovation to join them for dinner and for me to come over anytime. After they left, I asked Mom what she thought about my new friend? Mom assured me that she liked both of them. Of course, that required Mom and me to go to Wilma's for dinner. Dad begged off for his own reasons. Mother realized a single mother could only afford a modest home. Wilma prepared a chicken dinner; and again, the small talk was pleasant. As Mother and I went home she was in a good mode. I felt guilty about deceiving my mother, but I didn't want anyone knowing that I was having a lesbian relationship with an older woman. I wanted to keep up the illusion that I was an innocent good girl. I made an arrangement with my mother to be allowed to visit Beverly two or three times a week and occasionally sleepover at Beverly's. I even did join the school swim team with Beverly. After practice, I couldn't get to Wilma's fast enough. I did my best to rinse the smell of chlorine from my body and hair, but Wilma always reminded me that I still smelled like disinfectant. I became a pussy hound too. Beverly and I stayed in the showers until the locker room was empty so that we could suck pussies. Wilma introduced me to face siting rimming, and sex with both manual and strap-on dildos. I looked forward to our weekends together. We enjoyed being naked together and having sex with each other almost constantly. One weekend Shirly and Beverly joined us. It was a new experience for me to be fucked by two women at the same time while I was eating Beverly's pussy. This became a regular activity for me, while continuing to appear to be the ice princes to everyone else. When I graduated from high school, I applied to a University five-hundred miles from home to ensure that I would be able to enjoy sexual freedom while maintaining my reputation of being a good girl at home. I wasn't as smart as I thought I was, because years later Mother acknowledged that she knew about what Wilma and I had been doing almost from the first time I started visiting her. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.