Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 11:09:18 -0700 From: Katrina Subject: The Key This story is about a young girl and older woman. It's only my first story. Feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions. My mom pulled into a parking lot of a tall, maybe fifteen story, office building. My parents were leaving for Bermuda the next day to celebrate their twelfth anniversary. It was arranged so I would stay with a friend of my mom. I had never met this woman, so I was a little scared since I would be spending two weeks with her. All I new was that she was thirty five years old and she worked as an executive owner of a multi million dollar business. Meaning she was wealthy. We parked in a space right near the front entrance. My stomach was fluttering a little bit. "Why can't I stay at a friends house?" I asked my mom. "We've been through this. Who would you stay with? Most of them are out of town or have plans. Anyway, I'm not going to put one of your friend's in the position of keeping you for two weeks." "I don't even know this person! You know how I am when I just have to meet strangers." I knew this was a useless battle. I was hoping that maybe something she said would ease my tension. We walked into the lobby and waited for an elevator to come down. "Don't worry. I promise you will like her." "And if I don't?" "You will. Just smile and be friendly. First impressions are the most important." I sighed and stepped into the elevator. We went up to the ninth floor. By now I was getting more and more anxious. Is this woman married? What if her husband is a freak? What if she is? I walked with my mother down a series of winding halls, all of them decorated with modern paintings and furniture. We finally stopped at the entrance of a very large window office. My mom knocked on the open door. "Courtney?" She called. "Yeah? Oh! Katherine! Hi, come on in." A woman told us. She was sitting in a brown office chair, turned to the side. She was forcing a stack of folders into a file cabinet. Because her raven colored hair was hiding her face, I could only see but a small portion of her profile. She was wearing a navy blazer and skirt with a white shirt. I couldn't really tell that much from my position. We walked into the room. My mom gestured for me to have a seat in front of the desk beside her. "Man is it hot out there." This was mother's way of starting conversation. "Yes, it is. The heat index is supposed to be 105." The woman replied. She was still struggling to get the folders in the cabinet. "I know! I can't wait till it cools off a little." Mom said. They continued chatting about the weather as I glanced around the room. It was large with a great view of Los Angeles. I could see the silhouettes of skyscrapers and buildings. For some reason her desk was pointed away from the window. "I'm afraid of heights." I heard the woman say. I snapped back to reality and realized they were both staring at me. She turned back to the cabinet. "What?" I replied, confused. "If you are wondering why my desk is this way, it's because I am afraid of heights." She read my mind. Weird. "Oh, OK." I tried to re-picture the quick glimpse I had caught of her face. I remember her piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. She had high cheekbones, and a pleasantly thin face. "Well, I'll let you guys get acquainted while I go get her suitcase. Be right back." I can't believe my mom is going to leave me alone with this woman. Something about her intimidate me. Maybe it was the hair. . . . "Are you sure? I can get it?" I offered, or should I say begged. "No. I got it. I'll let you two talk a minute." She trotted out of the room before I could even reply to that. `Great,' I thought, `Now what do I say?' "So. . . .um . . . where do you live?" I asked. Great way to start a conversation. "Brentwood. It's a few minutes outside of LA. Not too far from the beach. I also have a pool so you can get some sun." `Was that an insult?' I thought. She turned around to smile at me. I was stunned by her beauty. Her eyes were the color of the sky and seemed to sparkle when she smiled. "I'm kidding, I'm not exactly Caribbean material. I've been locked up in this office for days. They don't let me out much." She turned back around. "So. . . are you married?" I ventured. "Nope. I've dodged a few bullets." `This woman is just weird.' I thought. She has an interesting sense of humor. "What kind of things do you like to do?" She asked me. "Swimming, shopping, skating, TV. . . . your normal teenage activities." "You're from North Carolina, right?" I nodded, "So, I'll have to cultures you. Surfing, sailing, cliffs around the ocean. You know those nights when you just can't sleep? Here you can go cruising and actually find something to do." "Like what? Nothing's open in the middle of the night." "Night clubs, bars, etc." "I'm not 21." "Yeah, I know. Fake ID." I like her already. "how old are you, by the way?" "Fifteen," I replied. "Hmm. I'm twenty years older than you. I feel ancient." "You're not. I'd tell you if you were old. Anyway, you look about twenty-five." She glanced at me and smiled again. "I like you. You're sweet." I grinned back. There was just something about the way she said that. "Oh! I forgot. We have to do the formal introduction thing." She had finally finished packing the file cabinet with folders. She spun around in her chair to fully face me. She stood up and extended her arm. "I'm Courtney Harrington. Call me Courtney; don't worry about the whole `Mrs. or Miss' thing." She was about 5'10, two inches taller than me (that is, with short heels on), and weighed about 125 or 130. She looked like she worked out pretty often. Her skin was a light olive color, still containing that tinge or white left by winter. I lifted my arm and shook her hand. "I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam." I smiled at her. A small shock of electricity shot through my body as she curled her fingers around my hand and softly squeezed it. I felt the butterflies in my stomach rise again, but for a different reason. `What is going on?' I thought. There was something about this woman. My mom came back into the office lugging my giant suitcase and bookbag(which held my CD player, etc.). "She hasn't interrogated you, yet, has she?" My mom joked. "Not too bad." Courtney relied. "Well, I have to go and pick up some last minute things," Mom turned to me, "You be good, I'll call you tomorrow when we get there." She hugged me goodbye. "Alright, I will. Have fun and bring me back something." "Right. Thank you again for keeping her. I just thought it was too long to leave her alone." "It's no problem. Have fun on your trip. Don't get burned." "OK. `Bye you guys." We exchanged good-byes as my mom walked into the hall and disappeared around the corner, leaving me with this woman. "I'm taking the next few days off so we can do some fun things. Wait here. I'll go make sure it's all right to leave and we'll take your things down." "I can take this stuff. Just tell me which car is yours." "Are you sure you can get that bag? It looks heavy." "Sure. I packed it." "OK," She reached into her blazer pocket and fished out a pair of keys, "Mine is the cranberry Land Cruiser. It's in a reserved parking space to the right of the entrance." She held out the keys for me. "I got it." I reached for the keys. Her hand lightly brushed mine, sending shivers down my back. I glanced up at her quickly to see if she noticed it, too. She gave me a playful smile and turned back around. I acted like I didn't notice it, lofted my overnight bag onto my shoulder, and walked out of the office. I finished packing me belongings into the car trunk and shut the glass window. There was no sign of my mom. `What do I do now?' I wondered, `Might as well sit in the car and wait.' Luckily, she came out as I was getting in, so I didn't have to fry in the heat. "I'm free for five whole days!" She exclaimed and made a triumphant gesture in the air. She started the car. Loud rock music blasted from the radio. I recognized the song: My Own Worst Enemy by Lit. `Good choice of music.' I thought. We squealed out of the parking lot and headed away from the center of town. I checked the speedometer as we raced down the highway; 82. She noticed me looking. "Tell me if you want to slow down!" She yelled over the music. I smiled and looked out the window as the scenery sped by. After riding about twenty minutes, we pulled into a paved driveway. It was half a mile long. Finally, we came to a house that was too big for one person. It was three stories tall, painted white. There was a garage, main floor, and a second floor or attic. "There is a pool and balcony on the other side." We drove into her garage and parked next to a new, black Mercedes convertible. "Nice choice of cars." I mumbled as I climbed out the car. "Thanks. That's my baby." She gestured toward the Mercedes. The next two days passes quickly. We ate dinner the first night at a `strictly A-list' restaurant. We talked for several hours when we got home. I found out that we were so much alike it was scary. She somehow was able to read my mind. The next day we spent in town going to malls and little vintage or specialty stores. The next day (third day) I woke up and walked into the kitchen. "I'm making waffles if that's all right with you." "Yeah, great." I sat down at the counter and watched her fix them. The house was modern; lots of white, stuffed cushions, potted plants, and open windows. There was even an exotic jungle- thing outside behind the pool. A rock path lead through it, though I had never walked down it to see where it lead. "Do you want to go to the beach? I know a nice place thirty minutes north or here where it's quiet and the scenery is beautiful." "Sure. That's cool." "OK. I'll pack a lunch we can take with us. Bring some extra clothes and wear your bathing suit." We got to the beach about 12:00 and immediately ate lunch when we got there. We had chicken and pasta alfredo, oreo pie, and some California soda. We walked arraigns the beach afterward. It was a cove beach that not many people knew about. We didn't see anyone else at all. When we got back to our blanket, I peeled off my shirt and shorts, exposing my black and white bikini. Luckily, I play three sports so I didn't look bad in it. Though, I was a little self- conscious around her. Courtney looked perfect. She had on a blue triangle string bikini. `She must tan naked.' She had gone to a tanning bed every morning while I was still asleep. `No lines.' I thought. "I like your bikini." She complemented me. "Victoria Secret?" "The sport collection." I said. "I remember seeing it, but I don't think the model in the catalogue looked as good as you do." I felt the butterflies. "Thanks. You don't look too bad, either." "Thank you," She winked at me, "I'm going to get in." I watched her as she went toward the water. I've never been attracted to another female, but this was different. I put on my sunglasses, laid down on the blanket and stared at the glaring sky. She's so great. Good personality, smart, great body. . . and also twenty years older than me. That could cause a problem later. I felt the sun heating my skin. `Mmm. This feels so good.' I laid there for a few minutes and turned over. "Hey, Sam! Get in here before you burn." She called to me. I rolled over and looked at her. Her hair was wet; it framed her face. She gave me a sly look. "Come on." "Wait a sec." I stood up, pulled the clip out of my hair, took off my glasses, and walked towards her. She lowered into the water and smiled up at me. Courtney grabbed my arm and puled me close to her. "Turn around." She commanded softly. I turned, facing toward the beach. I felt her arms wrap around my waist, one hand on my side, the other gently grazing my stomach. She whispered in my ear. "Close your eyes and listen." I did as she told. It was amazing. I could hear low animal noises: birds, insects; the wind in the trees; the water lapping around us. Her body was pressed against my back. I leaned against her, feeling the warmth from her skin. She craned her head around my neck and lightly blew into my ear. I turned, her arms still wrapped around me. She lowered even more in the water so I floated above her. I gazed at her, unsure of what to do. Courtney looked into my eyes, then her gaze fell to my lips. I could still hear the water waving against us, pushing us together. I raised my head to the sun and closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to someone. She moved her mouth towards mine, but not enough to touch. She tilted her head back and locked with my eyes. "Let's go." She gave a sly smile and led me out of the water. Neither of us said anything. We gathered up our belongings and packed them into the beach bag. I grabbed her arm, wanting to be close to her again. "Courtney. . ." My voice faded away. I didn't know what to say. She placed her finger on my lips. "Shhhh. . ." Her hand glided to my cheek and caressed it for a second. We put everything back into her Mercedes and drove home faster than I have ever gone in a car. Both of us had managed to wrap a towel ourselves. We walked into her house and towards the stairs to put up our beach supplies. I opened the double that closed off the upstairs. She always kept the air at forty degrees up there. "Wow. If you're wet this makes your nipples hard." She said as we walked up the stairs. I looked back at her and smiled. I set the beach bag on the stairs, laid back, and pulled her down on top of me. "This does, too." I kissed her lightly. Once, twice, three times. She pulled back and kissed me neck. "Have you ever done this with another woman?" I asked her. "No, but I want to do it right. Let's take a shower, eat dinner, and then we'll see." She kissed me again, softly. We continued up the stairs and finished packing the beach stuff away in an extra bedroom. I went into my bathroom and took a shower. I put on a white, semi- see through tank top and red, silky athletic shorts. She had put on a blue and white plaid oxford shirt, buttoned up only halfway exposing her chest and cleavage. She also had on a pair of carpenter jeans and small silver necklace with a key charm on it. She smiled at me. We both ate sandwiches; mine ham and cheese, hers turkey and roast beef. "You like to drag things out, don't you?" I asked. "No, I just want to be sure everything goes right." We both finished eating, and before she could do anything else, I drug her into her room. "Candles." I rolled my eyes and watched her light several candles strategically placed throughout the room. I got on my knees on the bed. She came over and sat down in front of me. I kissed her lightly, she ran her tongue over my lip. I opened my mouth and we kissed deeply, our tongues moving together. I could taste a slight hint of rum. She placed each hand on my sides and lifted my tank over my head. She piled two pillows behind me. "Lean back." I laid on the pillows as she pulled my shorts off, throwing them behind her. I wrapped my legs around hers waist. I felt butterflies start in my stomach rolling down to the heat and wetness between my legs. I slowly rubbed my crotch against her stomach. Courtney pulled me up, kissing my lips, then my neck, chest, until she could take on of my nipples into her mouth. She sucks on it, lightly pulling with her teeth. With her left hand she caressed the other breast, squeezing my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Courtney. . . uhhh. . ." I moaned, still rubbing against her, now moving my whole body next to hers. She continued sucking my right nipple. Her hand slowly made its way down to cup my mons in her hand. I moved back to give her room to move her hand. She slowly slid her finger up and down my slit, stopping to pinch my clit. "Baby. ." She lifted her head up and kissed my lips, "Are you still a virgin?" She continued kissing my face and neck. "Uhh. . . yessss. . . I am. . ." I managed to sputter out, mesmerized by the sensations I was feeling, ". . Why?" "I'll be careful, I don't want to hurt you." She stopped kissing me and gazed in my eyes. "Don't worry about it. I used to ride horses. . . . long story." She smiled at me and kissed my head. I felt two of her fingers go inside me, thrusting in and out. Then three, fingers, until my mind stopped and I felt an orgasm shoot through my body. I collapsed back into the pillows. Courtney climbed down onto the floor so she was eye level with my slit. She took my clit into her mouth and sucked, flickin her tongue over it. I wrapped my legs around her neck, forcing her tongue inside of me. She continued licking me until I came three more times. Finally, she stopped and climbed up to lay beside of me. I was in my own world for a few minutes until I was able to move again. "Your turn." I said and pulled her next to me. I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a kinky white lace bra. I ran my finger over the material, down until I was at the button to her jeans. It was damp from where I had rubbed my juices. I unzipped her jeans; she helped me take them off. She had on a matching white thong. I trailed my hand up her thigh and rubbed her clit, pressing two fingers into her, momentarily. She leaned up and unclipped her bra. I circled one nipple with my thumb, pinching, making it stand erect. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it; she gave a small, barely audible gasp. I glanced back up and met her eyes, then slowly, I kissed until I reached the small patch of cloth covering her mons. Moving my hands down, one on each hip, I peeled the thong off and tossed it carelessly to the side. She began to rub her breasts, still staring at me. I gazed at her slit; it glistened from her juices. I leaned forward and tasted her. `Hmm. . . salty and sweet.' I thought. I held her legs apart and rapidly pushed my tongue in and out of her. I would continue until I felt she was going to come, then I would stop for a short second, teasing her. Finally, when she orgasmed, she let out an animal scream. I moved back up and kissed her deeply. She pressed my mouth to hers with her hand, running it through my hair. We moved so we were laying with our heads at the top of the bed, our legs draped across the pillows. "I don't believe in loving someone after knowing them this long, but I really do love you." She said. I kissed her again and laid my head on her pillow so I could face her. "I love you, too." I replied and caressed her cheek. "We have to keep this quiet." "I know. We cannot let anyone know. You could go to jail. . ." I trailed off. "Yeah. I won't let it happen, but we need to be careful about who we tell or who finds out." She kissed my cheek, and laughed. I love her laugh. It's this cat growl, low chuckle. "Sam, I want to give you this." She leaned forward and unclasped the key-charm necklace. "It's the key to my heart, and you have it." She fastened it around my neck. I kissed her again, placing my hand on her face, stroking it gently. I smiled at her, laid my head back down, and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.