Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2021 07:07:50 +0000 From: SinfulTouches Subject: Sweet Laura This story contains graphic descriptions of explicit homosexual acts between a 37 year old woman and a 16 year old schoolgirl. 16 may be considered underage in some countries, however this story is set in the UK where the legal age of consent for lesbian sex is 16. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. This story is a work of fiction. Copyright 2021 April, all rights reserved. A story by SinfulTouches (Paula) Please mail SinfulTouches@protonmail.com if you have any feedback or suggestions/ requests for future stories. If you enjoy reading these stories, please make a donation to keep Nifty running: http://donate.nifty.org/ Sweet Laura I was 37 and just divorced. I had at last escaped from years wasted in a largely sterile heterosexual marriage. I now had my own flat and was free, at last, to live my life. To be a lesbian. In some ways I was like a kid in a candy store. I joined various groups and went to lesbian bars hoping to find myself a nice girlfriend. Years of pent up sexual frustration probably led to me going a bit wild at first, indulging myself in a number of one night stands. Some of these I can recall only through a drunken haze and with some of the sex was not that great or memorable. But, that said, they were all infinitely more fun than sex with a man. I met Laura online but not really on any dating site or anything like that. It was on an LGBT community forum as it happened. Laura came from a conservative Christian family and was facing a crisis. Her story may be all too familiar to some but is no less shocking. Her family had recently discovered she was a lesbian or, as they would put it, "was being tempted by homosexuality". They had given her an ultimatum - that she should either "choose Christ" and agree to enter reparative therapy or pack her suitcase and leave. She was 16 and facing homelessness just at the time when she was studying for her A-Levels. Not only that but her parents were threatening to disown her entirely and in particular to refuse to support her if she wanted to go to University (which she desperately wanted to do). Her plight made me cry. Coming from a conservative Christian background myself, I realised, to my horror, that that might have been my fate twenty years before if I had been outed at that age. It was so horrible and so unfair. The poor girl. I really could not stand the thought of her being forced into some cruel crackpot therapy, but to be made homeless at that age was just horrible. As it turned out, she lived not far from me, so I told her that if the worst came to the worst she could stay with me if she was ever made homeless. I honestly did not think her parents would do it. I mean, how the hell can anyone do that to their own daughter? But they did. And so it was one cold Sunday morning in February the bell of my flat rang and I opened the door to see Laura standing there, looking really fallorn with her suitcase. I almost cried to see her there. I flung my arms around her and gave her a big hug. In that moment there was very little sexual about it, it was purely love. I wanted for all the world to take all her pain away from her forever. Poor, sweet, Laura. And she was sweet. She was a short girl, barely five foot (a good five inches shorter than me). Moonfaced, brown-eyed and curvey with black, shoulder-length hair. She wore glasses that were notable for their thick black plastic rims. They made her look a little like a young librarian. In many ways she was just my type and holding her young body so close to me did begin to stir my sexual passions just a little. Nevertheless, I had not asked her to stay because I wanted to seduce the girl. That thought had not even crossed my mind at the time. My main thoughts had all been about saving her from homelessness and giving the poor kid a break after so many horrible things had happened to her. My flat, however, was not massive. It had four rooms. A small lobby, a reasonably sized kitchen-diner, a bathroom, and fairly large lounge-come-bedroom. I had planned for Laura's stay with me to be one in which my relationship with her was a maternal one rather than anything more. I felt a responsibility for the girl. I also hoped for her sake it would be temporary and that either her parents would relent or some other relative might step in. My bed was a double bed that folded into the wall but I also had a foldable sofa bed in the main room that Laura could use. It would mean sharing a room of course. That first day I helped her unpack and find a place for all her stuff and cooked us a nice tea. We watched telly together, laughed together and I tried to make everything as 'normal' and 'everyday' as I could for her. Finally the time came to go to bed and we undressed together on opposite sides of the room. It felt a little awkward but, of course, I couldn't help but take an occassional look over at her beautiful young naked body as she slipped out of her day clothes and into a pink t-shirt and white flannel pjamma bottoms. I couldn't be absolutely sure but I think she also took a lustful peak at me as I undressed aswell. I went to sleep that night more than a little aroused by the presence of such a sexy young girl in my room. Gently and quietly I masturbated under the covers, thinking about how sweet she was before I finally went to sleep. For the first couple of weeks nothing sexual happened beyond the occasional exchange of passionate looks when the time came for us to undress for bed. But during that time I got to know Laura better and as I did so I found our conversations increasingly (and with greater openness) discussed our lesbianism and our experiences of learning and coming to terms with our feelings. In Laura's case, her feelings for girls had emerged in her early teens. She had gone to a Christian all-girls school and so anything to do with sex was incredibly repressed (and frowned upon). Nevertheless, she had come to have sexual feelings for a girl called Anna in her class and found that Anna felt the same way about her. The two girls had explored their sexuality together over the course of a year. First just talking about sex, then talking about lesbianism and about what it might feel like. Finally, they had starting kissing and groping each other in secret hiding places. One such place was behind the caretaker's hut, which was set near to the boundary fence. The space between the hut and the fence offered a private place where two girls could kiss and pet each other without being seen. Another favourite place was to slip into a cubicle in the girls toilets together when it was quiet enough. Eventually the two girls got as far as experimenting with masturbation and oral sex on a fairly regular basis. However, it all ended badly when they were caught at it behind the caretakers hut by a teacher. The two girls had come up with the lie that they had gone behind the shed together to smoke - an excuse that was barely believeable. Laura had never smoked or been in trouble for smoking before. Luckily Anna occasionally did and still have a couple of cigarettes in her bag when they were caught. The lie was even less credible when a search of the girls' bags failed to find any lighter or matches. Also Laura was sure the teacher who caught them had actually seen them masturbating together. She was sure that there was no way they had been able to get their hands out of each others' knickers fast enough to have avoided being spotted in the act. She could only think that the school was happy to accept their lie only to avoid the scandal. The girls had more difficulty convincing their parents that nothing 'sinful' had been going on however. Perhaps the school had had a private word after all. Nevertheless, eventually they were given the benefit of the doubt. But Laura was sure this was only because their parents could not face the idea of their daughters being lesbians. Laura and her friend had to be a lot more careful after that and sadly for Laura, Anna's parents moved house to a different part of the country not long after. Laura never saw Anna again. Laura's parents were very suspicious of her after that and kept a close eye out for any signs of "perversion". One day they found it and it was that that had led to them throwing her out of the house. In fact all they found was a copy of a lesbian lifestyle magazine that Laura had hidden in her bedroom. It wasn't even as if it was particularly pornographic or anything like that. The mere fact that it was written for lesbians was enough to condemn poor Laura. Laura sometimes cried at nights. I heard her sobbing sometimes. I tried to console her as best I could but the fact was her family had disowned her and thrown her out. She was alone in the world except for me. That is tough to deal with when you are 16. As time went by and we got closer, I started to notice her more and more in a sexual way. She was so young and pretty, how could I not. I think she began to look at me more in that way too. After all she was a teenage girl, totally shot through with raging hormones. We looked at each other and smiled at each other more often when we undressed to go to bed at nights. There was a palpable sense of sexual chemistry between us whenever we got close. But still nothing happened between us. Partly it was my inhibitions that held us back. During the week she would dress in her school uniform which reminded me how young she was and made me feel it was my duty to look after her. I shouldn't take 'advantage', if I really cared about her I thought. But part of me thought, would it really be so wrong? Can love be wrong? We'd both been taught that love, well love for us, was wrong for most of our lives. And, as it turned out, that teaching was wrong, it had to be. So if that was the case, then why believe that love between a 37 year old woman and a 16 year old girl is wrong? And, I was growing to love her, my dear, sweet Laura. It happened one Friday night, just under a month after Laura had moved in with me. We had had our tea and Laura was just surfing on the internet. I remember looking over at her fondly and thinking how sexy she looked in her cute school uniform. But suddenly she just slumped over the keyboard and started sobbing. She sounded so mournful. I ran over and put my arms around her and kissed her forehead repeatedly to comfort her. I led her over to the sofa and sat her down, stroking and kissing her, most concerned. I asked her what had upset her and she told me that today had been her sister's birthday. She had tried to call her sister but her sister had refused to speak with her because she had made a "perverted lifestyle choice". I cuddled her and told her "No matter what, you know I love you don't you". She smiled at that and we looked into each other's eyes in that moment. A tear ran down her cheek and she kissed me passionately on the lips and said "I love you too. You are all I have now." It was like and electric jolt of sensual passion. Lost in her eyes I held her close and we kissed and cuddled together on the sofa bed. Her sobbing ceased and was replaced by a little laugh of happiness. Oh my! If anyone deserves to laugh it is you, my sweet, dear, Laura. As our passions mounted as we kissed and cuddled. I softly kissed her neck and licked behind her ear lobe. She responded by kissing my neck several times before giving me a playful little bite. We laughed and squeezed each other tight. I rubbed her back slowly and sensually as we kissed some more. She felt so soft and warm and it was so good to finally be touching her in this way. I ran my hand down her back slowly until I reached her sexy young bum. I tenderly stroked the top half of her bum cheek as I gazed lovingly into her eyes and planted soft kisses on her lips. She responded by running her hand down my back to playfully pinch my bum in return. She gave my bum a little squeeze. We both knew that, in that moment, to go any further would mean sex. I leant forward and whispered softly in her ear "Do you want to make love with me, baby girl?" "Yes." came the softly whispered response. "I thought you'd never ask." "Take off your blazer then." I whispered. Smiling at each other she slipped off her school blazer as I removed my work jacket. I leant forward and kissed her again and then, slowly and tenderly, I unbuttoned her school blouse and parted it to reveal her youthful breasts, pertly supported in her pretty bra. My eyes were imediately drawn to those firm young breasts and I instinctively cupped them in my hands and gently stroked them. She slipped off her blouse and presented her breasts to me with a smile for more fondling. She reached forward to kiss me and as she did so began to unbutton my blouse, reaching in with her hand to playfully squeeze one of my breasts as soon as enough buttons were undone. I reached behind her and, gazing into her pretty brown eyes, I unhooked her bra. I slipped off her bra to reveal her soft young boobs. I gently stroked and softly kissed each one, watching with increasing arousal as her nipples grew firm with my increasingly lustful groping. Whilst I played with her sexy breasts and then she reached behind my back to remove my bra. Then she began to massage my boobs. We lustfully fondled each other's breasts for a good while, pausing now and then to kiss. We were both getting really aroused now and, with a mischevious smile she lowered her head level with my left breast to lick my nipple. I gently stroked her hair as she began to lovingly suck at my breast, occasionally rolling her tongue around my nipple. It was so hot! After a little while she turned her attention to my other breast, licking it passionately, and sucking at the other nipple in much the same way. I smiled at her and slowly worked my hand inside her tartan pleated skirt and then down, inside her knickers. I ran my fingers through her pubes to gently stroke her clit as I kissed her again. It felt really good to touch her in that way at last; good and right. And to my surprise and delight I felt her hand unzip the fly of my work trousers and slip inside my knickers to feel around for my pussy. We knelt up together on the sofa, kissing as we masturbated each other slowly and softly, exchanging such delicate touches. After a while I was excited with passion for the girl, wanting more of her. I licked her sweet neck and, extracting my hand from her knickers I reached around behind her to unzip her tartan skirt. I pulled her skirt down to her knees as she knelt there, all the while she continued to massage my clit and kiss me. I put both hands inside the back of her knickers to stroke and squeeze her soft, warm, buttocks. So smooth, so youthful, so deliciously unblemished. She stopped playing with my pussy for a moment to slowly unbuckle and then pull down my work trousers, until they too were around my knees. Kneeling together we stroked and squeezed each others' buttocks as we exchanged passionate kisses. "Let's strip down to our knickers." I whispered in her ear. With that we both stood and she let her skirt fall to the floor and kicked it away before stooping to take off her cute white ankle socks. I pulled down my trousers and slipped off my socks until finally we stood there together, naked except for our knickers. I pulled out the sofa bed, and we lay down together, kissing and cuddling. She placed her thigh between my legs and I began to slowly hump her thigh as we kissed passionately, our tongues twisting together in an erotic lesbian union. My knickers were wet now with my juices and I was sure that some of that wetness must have been seeping through onto her pretty young thigh as I continued to hump her. She must have felt it. I felt no reservations about it, I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to know the sexual power she had over me. Then, I stopped humping and rose up over her, taking a moment to drink in the beautiful sight of her young, sexy, body with my eyes. Then I kissed her before lowering myself so as my head was level with her pussy. I bit her knicker elastic and, began to pull her knickers off with my teeth. I drew them down almost to her knees, all the time looking up at her, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes. She was watching me pull her knickers off with a look of wild sexual excitement. It was obviously really turning her on. At last I pulled her knickers the rest of the way down with my hands, flinging them away across the room as I lustfully drank in the sight of her pretty, naked, schoolgirl body, lying there, just waiting for me to take her. I knelt over her and she wriggled a little, coquettishly. Smiling triumphantly I reached down with my hand to play with her pussy. With a wicked knowing look, I traced a delicate line around her lips before inserting first one and then two fingers inside her. I could feel she was already very wet with sexual excitement. I slid my fingers in and out a few times, coating them with her juices, before extracting them, raising them to my mouth and enthusiastically sucking the taste of her off my fingers as she looked on with wide-eyed joy. "You taste good." I said. "Have you ever tasted a schoolgirl before, you naughty lady?" She teased. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "You're my first." Then I ran my hands over her naked sexy breasts, kissed her once more, before reaching down to insert my fingers once more in her well lubricated pussy. With a sensual rhythm I gave her a slow, deep, finger fucking, smothering her with kisses the whole time. "Oh, that's nice." she whispered, her face beaming with pleasure. She writhed and wriggled slowly as I pleasured her. "You like doing it to me don't you." she cooed. Then teasingly she whispered in my ear "Do you like doing it with a schoolgirl?" "Oh yes!" I whispered back in her ear as she moaned softly with the pleasure of my touch. "You are my special little schoolgirl." Now and then I paused to massage her clit for her or run my fingers playfully through her pubic hair before penetrating her once more. I wanted it to last as long as possible, so when I could feel her getting more excited, I would withdraw my fingers hoping to get her to edge a few times before I finally compelled her to cum. After a while I couldn't deny the sweet little thing any more and, after a lengthy spell of finger fucking, I withdrew my lubricated fingers of the final time. Kissing her sweetly, I massaged her clit with my slippery fingers. I rubbed and kissed her until I could feel her start to quiver with the beginnings of an orgasm. Then I plunged my fingers deep inside her one last time just as her orgasm began and felt her whole body suddenly twitch. She let out a little gasp, closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. I felt the muscles inside her rippling with pleasure around my fingers. She jerked and twitched with her orgasm for nearly a whole minute before finally relaxing and letting out one final satisfied gasp. "You just made a schoolgirl cum you naughty lady." she sighed. "Was that nice sweet girl?" I asked. She smiled and nodded as I licked her juices from my fingers with sensuous delight. She eased herself up on her elbow and guided me to lie down on my back. I did as she desired. Then she slipped her fingers inside the elastic of my knickers and with a sudden tug, whipped them all the way off and flung them across the room. She made a low predatory, growling sound, a bit like a tigress and we both laughed. Then I felt her insert two of her fingers in me, just as I had done for her. We kissed and she began to finger fuck me, slowly at first but then with increasing vigour and speed, thrusting a little deeper each time. Her tongue thrust deep down the back of my throat and I moaned with joy. "You're so wet. Do you like that?" she sighed. I nodded. Then she withdrew her fingers and stopped her kissing. With a sudden burst of athleticism she straddled me as I lay there, pinning my arms to the bed with hers and looking with energetic teenage lust into my eyes. She raised her fingers to her mouth and provocatively licked off my juices. "Yum, you taste good." she said, cocking her head to one side in a teasing posture. She gave me a coy, knowing smile and a playful wink before she started crawling slowly down the bed. Her head drew level with my breasts and she licked each one, rolling her tongue sensuously around my nipples. Then she crawled further down to plant soft kisses on my belly button. "Do you like having a schoolgirl lick your nipples and kiss your belly?" she whispered provocatively. "Yes." I sighed. Then she eased herself a little further down to kiss and lick my belly, just above my pubes. "Would you like to be licked by a schoolgirl?" she whispered playfully. "Yes." I whispered. Then she lowered herself a little further to lick my clit, slowly but firmly. Her eyes looked up lovingly into mine as I watched the pretty little girlie lap playfully at my pussy. She licked me with increasing enthusiasm, inserting her tongue inside of me to taste the juices that now flowed so liberally within. She pleasured me with her youthful tongue in much the same way as I had pleasured her with my fingers, trying to get me to edge a few times before I finally came. She licked around my lips, then lapped at my clit for a while, fluttering her tongue. Oh my! It felt so very good. She alternated her attentions between pentrating me deeply with her tongue to drink the flavour of my womanhood and lapping at my clit with a fluttering tongue. She paused briefly to whisper in my ear "Did you like stripping off my school uniform? I bet you were desperate to do it weren't you?" "Yes." I moaned She paused to tease me about having sex with a schoolgirl every time I came close to orgasming. She wanted me to edge so that the final release of my orgasm would be as powerful and special as she could possibly make it. I edged again as she paused. She crawled up from my groin until her pretty face was level with mine. I could see that around her mouth and her chin were coated in my juices. She licked her lips greedily to taste my love juice, then she looked down at me with a mischievous smile. One more time she teased me. "Is having sex with a schoolgirl hot for you?" I sighed with pleasure and nodded. She began to rub my clit and kiss me tenderly. She asked again "When did you first want to have me? When did you first want to do it with me?" I said nothing but moaned with pleasure. "Did you invite me here to start with just to have sex with me? It would be so hot if that was true!" "No..." I whispered. "But that first night, when I first saw you undress, I wanted you then." "Did you masturbate that first night? Thinking about me?" she cooed. "Yes." I sighed. "That's so hot! Close your eyes then and let your schoolgirl lover make you cum..." she whispered softly as she planted soft kisses on my neck and rubbed my clit. Then she gave me a devilish smile and then returned down below to lick my pussy as I closed my eyes enjoyed the delightful affections of my cute schoolgirl lover. Focusing mainly on my clit she continued to adminster several more blissful minutes of oral delight. At last, I could not control myself anymore. An ecstatic orgasm flowed through my body from head to toe like a rushing river. My schoolgirl lover had made me cum! And it felt great! "Was that nice for you?" Laura teased as she smiled triumphantly. "Was it special, having a schoolgirl make you cum?" I nodded ever so slightly. "That's sooo hot!" whispered Laura and flung her arms around me. Feeling weak but very sexually satisfied we cuddled and kissed naked together for a while on that long, blissful night, before finally falling asleep holding each other tight. And the following morning, we lay together awake for a while as the sun streamed in through my curtains. Gently kissing until we began to masturbate each other once more. We must have laid together having sex all morning before we finally, and reluctantly, felt we had to stop making each other cum and get showered and dressed. After that amazing experience sweet Laura became my sexy schoolgirl lover every night.