Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 21:49:32 EDT
From: Chta919@aol.com
Subject: Susan's Rendevous with Cheryl

Foreword: This story is the property of the author.  It may not be
duplicated without her express written permission.  You may, if you want,
print one copy, with my name evident, for some "bedtime pleasure" reading.

The characters are based on real people, but the events are completely
fictional.  And keep in mind, guys and girls, this is FANTASY!  If my
fantasies offend you, I am sorry.  You don't have to read them.  But we
don't have mind police... YET... so as long as my fantasies don't hurt
anyone, there is nothing wrong with them.  Do not assume I advocate actual
sexual contact between adults and children.  The possibility for abuse and
coercion is too strong.  The fantasy, however, is another matter.

Now for the dedication: To the real Susan, a dear friend whose last name is
NOT Keechman.  Love you, Babe!  Hope you like it.


Susan's Rendezvous with Cheryl
By
Cheryl Taggert

	Cheryl looked in the mirror and thought of Susan.  This would be
the day, the wonderful day that she would meet Susan for the first time.
Not that they didn't know each other already.  They had been exchanging
emails for over a year and had become lovers online, if not in person.  Now
all that would change.
	Of course, Cheryl would have to be careful.  Susan was still a
minor, after all.  At first Susan had not been honest about her age, afraid
that Cheryl wouldn't talk to her at all if she admitted to being only
thirteen.  Cheryl, however, had been sweet and warm to Susan, and her
guilty conscience made her finally confess.  Then Cheryl confessed to
Susan.  She loved it that she was so young and pure.
	She would have called her innocent, but that wasn't exactly true.
Susan Keechman was anything but innocent.  She was extremely sensual.  She
loved to masturbate to the erotic emails that Cheryl had sent.  And Cheryl
loved to send erotic emails to her little Susan.  Susan, of course, would
write back about what she had done while reading and thinking about Cheryl.
	In short, they fell in love.
	Checking her ass in the mirror to be sure the pants fit her well,
Cheryl left the hotel room, switching off the light as she went.
	They had arranged to meet in London, at a small restaurant near Big
Ben.  It was called "Turks" for no apparent reason.  They didn't serve
Middle Eastern cuisine or anything, so Cheryl assumed the owner was called
by that nickname.
	Entering the restaurant, she noticed Susan right away.  She
recognized her from her many pictures she had sent her over the net.
	Susan beamed.  Her mother had allowed her to come to London to meet
a friend and spend the week with her and her family in the Lake Country up
north.  Of course, she had no intention of going with her friend, but she
would be out of touch except for her cell phone, and Cheryl could "play"
the part of the friend's mom if there were any questions her mom might have
that needed to be addressed by the adult who was supposedly supervising
her.  She doubted she would get a call, especially since her mom knew that
sometimes cell phones were not very reliable in the Lake Country.
	She had looked forward to this for a long time.  She loved Cheryl,
everything about her, from the hair that seemed to lounge on her head to
the pretty toes that now peeked from the sandals she wore.  Susan had never
had a foot fetish or anything, but she longed to kiss and suck those toes.
She simply wanted to make love to Cheryl, ever square inch of her delicious
body.  And those square inches included her pretty little toes.
	Cheryl smiled broadly.  Like Susan, she was a bit nervous.  They
couldn't be seen showing their love and lust for one another in a public
setting.  Cheryl hadn't bought a plane ticket to London from the states
just to be arrested for child molesting.  Seeing the little cherub now, she
thought about kidnapping her and taking her back home to stay with
her--forever.
	She sat across from her in the booth, removing her ever-present
sunglasses.  Susan gazed for a moment into those eyes, losing herself
momentarily in those pools of love.
	"Hi, Susan.  I can't say how happy I am to finally meet you."
	"Hi."  Susan was speechless.  She chastised herself for a moment.
She had practiced what she would say for a week.  Now those words were
gone, lost in a fever of ecstasy.
	"Are you as nervous as I am?" asked Cheryl, taking the menu from
its little metal holder on the table by the wall.
	Susan giggled briefly, putting her hands to her cheeks to hide the
blush that crept up her neck to her pretty face.  "I've been thinking of
nothing else but this moment since you said you were coming to England,"
she said, her hands still at her cheeks.
	"Me, too," answered Cheryl.  The waitress sauntered up to the
table.  She immediately recognized what was happening, but she would not
tell, of course.  Why should she spoil anyone else's fun?  Nobody had ever
spoiled hers.  But she knew the two either were or would be lovers.  It was
apparent in their eyes.  They held a seductive sort of love in them.  She
could almost see them getting moist from the sight of the other.
	"What`ll ya 'ave t' drink, miss?" she asked in a thick cockney
accent, directing her attention to the older girl, who appeared to be
around twenty or twenty-one.
	Cheryl looked at the waitress, who appeared to be around her age,
perhaps a year or two older.  "Water, please," said Cheryl.  "Susan?"
	"A coke," said the girl named Susan, who looked to the waitress to
be no more than fourteen.  Giving the older girl a sly, knowing look, she
went to get their drinks.
	"Oh, my God," Cheryl whispered after the waitress had left.  "I
think she knows."
	"Knows what?"
	"That we are lovers.  I could tell, I think.  She looked at me in a
way that said she knows what we are doing."
	"Nonsense, Cheryl.  You're just bein' paranoid."
	"Maybe," Cheryl said.  "But we need to be careful."
	Suddenly, as if to challenge her warning, Susan's bare foot traced
a line up Cheryl's calf.  When she looked at Susan, she saw the seductive
and mischievous smile playing across her youthful face.  Susan giggled
again.
	"Relax, you worry too much."
	Suddenly the waitress was standing beside Cheryl with the drinks.
She hadn't seen her approach the table.  What the waitress said shocked and
surprised her.
	"Yeah, hon.  Relax.  Y'secret's safe wi' me."  Setting down the
glasses, she winked at Cheryl and smiled before leaving to take care of a
customer that had come in before them..
	"See?  She knows and don't care.  We aren't as hung up about sex as
you Americans."
	"Well, that's true," said Cheryl, finally breathing.  "But that
doesn't extend to twenty-year-old women having sexual liaisons with
thirteen-year-old girls, no matter how sexy they are."
	Susan nearly squealed.  "Is that what this is?  A sexual liaison?
Cool!"
	Cheryl looked across the table again at the pixyish imp of a girl
whom she had grown to love so much.  It was this playful nature that had
gotten her interested in the first place.  One thing was certain.  Susan
was Susan regardless of the time or place.  Cheryl admired that, the simple
acceptance Susan had of herself.  She may be thirteen, but she was more
adult than many of the people she knew in America that were three times her
age.  She knew and loved who she was and lived every minute to the fullest.
	While Cheryl was looking at Susan, Susan was looking back, taking
in the reality of the moment.  Cheryl was here, sitting across from her.
She had reached out with her foot not only to be playful, but also to
assure herself that she wasn't a ghost or something.  Her heart was leaping
into her ribs.  She was totally, completely, and madly in love with Cheryl.
Her excitement was increased by the news she had to tell Cheryl, but she
wanted to wait until they were alone to give her the good news.  She saw
the love in Cheryl's eyes as she gazed at her, and she felt the tears of
love and joy sting her eyes, not for the first time when thinking of
Cheryl.
	"I love you," whispered Cheryl.  It was the first time she had said
it to Susan's face, and the emotion overwhelmed her.  She was nervous and
relaxed, excited and calm, longing and contented, all simultaneously.
	Her smile once more brightening the interior of the restaurant and
her eyes gleaming with her tears of happiness, Susan said thickly, "I love
you too.  So much."
	The waitress arrived again, holding her pencil and pad at the
ready.  She could see the joy and love in their eyes.  Once again, she
wanted to put the American at ease.  She leaned down and whispered in
Cheryl's ear, "Don' worry, hon.  I'd `ave a go a' `er too, if she weren't
taken."
	Cheryl looked into the eyes of the waitress.  Of course, it was the
old "It takes one to know one."  The waitress recognized it so quickly
because she, too, knew what it was to be in love with a person below the
legal age.  Cheryl found herself wondering who that girl was, and if they
had consummated the relationship.
	Straightening up again, the waitress said, "So, what'll ya `ave?"
	They each ordered.  Cheryl had a Caesar salad, while Susan had a
sandwich with chips.
	"In America, you call chips `French fries,' you know," said Susan,
with the air of someone who needed to explain the small differences in
their British English and the American variety.
	"Yes, I know," said Cheryl, then added, "and in England they call a
pussy a fanny, don't they?"
	Susan giggled again, then jumped a bit when she felt Cheryl's foot
on her own leg.  Cheryl was smiling with the same mischief that Susan had
earlier.  She knew it was Cheryl's way of telling her that she had relaxed
and wasn't as nervous as before.  But her startled reaction to Cheryl's
foot caused her to bump the table from below and slosh their drinks over
the brims of their glasses.  Susan let out a sudden burst of laughter.
Cheryl quickly mopped up the mess with some paper napkins.
	"Shhhh," said Cheryl, without really meaning it.

	After they ate, Cheryl paid the bill and they left the restaurant,
casting a quick glance and a wink at the waitress before moving onto the
busy street outside.  Turning left, she and Susan moved in the direction of
the hotel.
	"You are my cousin, as far as the hotel is concerned.  Okay?  Don't
forget that now and kiss me in front of everyone."
	"I wouldn't do that, would I?" Susan smiled again.  That
mischievous, "No telling WHAT I might do" smile.  Cheryl loved it in spite
of its teasing quality, or maybe because of it.
	As they entered the hotel, Cheryl directed Susan to the elevators,
which they boarded and rode up silently.  The moment they had really longed
for was finally here.  In seconds they would be alone, away from prying
eyes, and they would be able to do to each other what they had only
fantasized about before.  They each realized that the touch that they had
imagined with their own hands would become a reality.  Each girl felt her
pussy grow a bit warmer than before, slightly more moist.  Cheryl could
feel her clit expand with blood, the nerves becoming more sensitive so that
even the delicate pressure of her panties stimulated her.
	Finally they were at the door to Cheryl's hotel room.  She inserted
the card key and the little green light shown to indicate that the locking
mechanism had clicked open to allow the two girls to enter their private
world.
	The door opened and Susan thought she was entering Paradise.  The
hotel room was nothing special, but it looked like the world's finest
honeymoon suite to her.
	Stepping inside, the two girls looked at one another for a moment,
suddenly nervous once again.  Dropping their purses, they turned to each
other, enfolding the other in her arms.
	They kissed.
	Their mouths devoured lips, tongues intertwining like lovers,
rubbing together with silent promises of soft caresses to come.  Cheryl
felt her nipples stiffen; Susan felt her own pert breasts respond as well.
The erotic thrill danced slowly down to their dewy mounds and back again,
trailing goose bumps like flower petals cast to mark a trail to find the
way home.
	Susan lifted her arms to allow Cheryl to remove her t-shirt.  She
was braless and the fleshy mounds stood up proudly, capped by rosy pink
nipples that stiffened even more.  Cheryl gasped at their innocent beauty.
	Susan reached for the hem of Cheryl's top, lifting it as Cheryl
raised her hands in the air.  Reaching back, she quickly unclasped the bra,
allowing Cheryl to let it fall to the floor, forgotten.  Susan had seen
pictures of Cheryl nude, courtesy of erotic emails, but the reality was
more than she had hoped.  These were three-dimensional, soft globes of
flesh for her to touch and kiss.  Her mouth watered for them, so she leaned
forward and, grasping the full tit, kissed the nipple, sucking it gently
into her mouth to play her tongue across it.
	"Ooooh, my God," Cheryl moaned, running her fingers through Susan's
brown hair, caressing the red tipped highlights between her fingertips.
Lowering her hands, she felt the soft shoulders, tickled the skin lightly,
brushed her fingers along the line of her collar, then reached down to her
small but perfectly formed breasts.  They were a study in symmetry.
Artists would die to paint these, or better yet, sculpt them.  She pinched
the nipples and listened to Susan's breathing grow more rapid with the
excitement.  A tiny moan, almost a sigh, escaped Susan's mouth.  The
breathy sound was like an aphrodisiac to Cheryl.
	Susan's hands moved to the buttons of Cheryl's shorts.  She
struggled for a moment with the effort of unbuttoning the top of the
shorts, giggling slightly as the button finally sprang free of the
too-small hole that had held it.  Unzipping the shorts, she edged them down
slightly.  They fell in a heap around Cheryl's ankles, and Cheryl stepped
gingerly out of them, leaving them where they were to be picked up later,
after the loving that was finally happening after so long.
	Reluctantly breaking the contact between Susan's lips and her
breasts, Cheryl knelt down and, looking directly into Susan's crotch, undid
the clasp that held her shorts on.  She unzipped them and gasped aloud.
Susan was pantiless as well.  Her trimmed pussy was staring back at her,
the slit seeming to wink seductively at her.  Susan wiggled her hips and
the shorts tumbled down, leaving her naked.
	Cheryl leaned into the pussy she had longed for forever it seemed
and kissed around the slit, denying both Susan and herself the thrill they
both wanted by avoiding the slit itself.
	"I want to see you naked too," breathed Susan thickly.  Tears had
once again sprung to her eyes unbidden.  They surprised her.
	Cheryl, fully understanding the erotic dance of disrobing each
other, stood and allowed Susan to put her fingers into the elastic
waistband and tug downward.  Once again, gravity took over and the soft,
powder blue panties fell in a wisp to the floor.
	"Let's get on the bed," said Cheryl, taking Susan's hand in hers.
	Susan moved in for another kiss, a passionate one, full-lipped and
wonderful.  A kiss that spoke her feelings without the need for words.  She
wanted them to suck each other into themselves, to pull their souls
together forever where they would live blissfully in one another's heart.
	"The bed," Cheryl reminded when the kiss broke.  She was getting
anxious.  She had waited a long time for this, after all, as had Susan.
	They stepped over to the bed and, pulling down the covers crawled
onto the soft cotton of the sheets.
	They indulged in an ecstasy of touches.  Caressing the soft areas
of skin that seemed more alive than ever before.  They missed no spot that
might give pleasure while avoiding the centers of stimulation, the nipples,
pussy, and anus.  They brushed fingers across the area of tender flesh
inside the elbow, played symphonies on ribs and thighs, tickled the
undersides of the knees and the bottoms of feet.  Everywhere was fair game.
Everywhere but those three places wherein the typical ideas of sexuality
lay.
	Finally Susan could wait no more.  On one of her hands' journeys
past the breast, she tweaked a nipple, watching as it stiffened, puckering
like lips that longed to be kissed.  She obliged, pushing her hand down her
lover's body and spreading the lips of her cunt.  Sliding a finger between
the folds, she felt the erect clit and Cheryl's hips bucked in response.
Delving lower, she found the flood that had swelled like the tide in
Cheryl's vagina.  Cheryl's pussy was positively dripping.  Her honey
spilled out and crept down the crack of her ass, soaking her anus and
gathering in a small pool on the bed linens.
	For much of the time they had kissed, making out like two teens,
which Susan was of course, and Cheryl had been recently.  It occurred to
Cheryl that they were really not that far apart in age.  After all, when
Cheryl turned twenty-seven, Susan would be her age now, twenty.  Perhaps
they did have a future.  Her heart swelled with the thought, which took a
fraction of a second.  It was then Susan had touched her nipple, bringing
her back to the moment.  Susan's touching her clit moved things from
playful caresses to wanton lust.
	Suddenly the teasing was over.  They moved into each other, hands
exploring each other's breasts and pussy, fingers grazing the anus.  Each
girl was nearing orgasm with surprising speed and a sense of need they had
not experienced before.
	Cheryl was the first to move to assume the sixty-nine position.
Susan reached for her legs, pulling and urging her into place so she could
begin drinking from the most intimate fountain of pleasure on Cheryl's
body.
	Simultaneously, the two girls, lost in the delirium of lust and
love, glued their mouths to the soaking slit of her lover.  Cheryl was
surprised that at thirteen Susan could get so wet.  Her honey spilled out
of her pussy and into Cheryl's waiting mouth.  Cheryl drank the nectar as
if she had been lost in the desert and had discovered a pool of lifesaving
water.  She literally thirsted for the vaginal drippings.
	Their hips bucked into each other's mouth, straining for the climax
that hung just out of reach.  Fingers plunged into wet holes and continued
tickling the other's anus.
	Finally, Susan began to feel her orgasm beginning to burn deep
within her belly.  The moment it began, her hips began to dance excitedly,
wiggling her pussy against Cheryl's face.  At that precise moment, Cheryl
began to cum as well.
	Susan panted her orgasm out, keeping her lips attached to Cheryl's
pussy as if it was the source of life.  The guttural, orgasmic screams deep
in her throat vibrated her lips, sending wonderful sensations into Cheryl's
pussy.  Cheryl kept her own mouth planted on Susan's pussy, transferring
the wonderful vibrations to the teenager's clit, making both girls' orgasms
that much more intense.  Spasms shook their bellies, as tears of complete
love stung their eyes.
	Finally, when they could recover enough to move, they lay cuddled
in each other's arms.  They didn't talk for a moment, basking in the
knowledge that they had finally brought their relationship beyond mere
correspondence.
	Susan broke the silence.
	"Cheryl, what if I could come live with you for a year?"
	Cheryl looked at her, blinking, not understanding how that could
happen.
	"What do you mean?"
	"My mom says I can come to America as an exchange student.  Would
you sponsor me?"
	Her heart pounding, she stared at Susan.  Was she serious or was
this just another playful game?  She needed to know, because if Susan was
playing, it wasn't funny.
	"Are you serious?"
	Susan's smile glowed.  "Yes.  My mom says if I can get an American
to sponsor me, I can come to the states and go to school for a year."
	Cheryl pulled her lover into her, hugging her tightly, holding her
close enough for them both to feel the shared heartbeat behind their ribs.
	"Of course, baby.  I would LOVE to have you stay with me for a
year.  Two.  Ten, even!"
	They held each other and made plans for Susan to come stay with
Cheryl.  And after they talked long into the night, they made love again.
It was even better than the first time.