Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2018 13:49:31 +0000
From: Chrissy Larkin <chrissylarkin955@outlook.com>
Subject: Zoe Falls in Love

[categories: lesbian; beginnings; adult-youth]

It was an emergency, and when a best friend asks for help, you don't think
about it.  Miranda's friend, a single mom, had to leave town for several
days to help a relative and she couldn't take her daughter Zoe with her.

Would Miranda help out?  Stay at her house and look after Zoe while she was
gone for a few days?  Just make her meals and see that she gets off to
school on time.  "You don't have to miss work; Zoe can let herself into the
house and take care of herself until work is done," the mother said.

But Miranda wouldn't hear of it. She put in for time off. It was just three
work days, then the weekend before Zoe's mom returned. She would be there
for Zoe, sending her off to school and greeting her at the door when she
came home.

Miranda felt an unusual excitement about the unexpected arrangement. She
buried the reason why deep into her subconscious as she packed her things
and rushed over to Zoe's house that day.

The house was a simple, but lovely Cape, at the end of a cul de sac. The
yard was large and surrounded by a high fence and trees providing privacy
and seclusion. There was a lovely small pool in the backyard. Miranda
planned to zone out and relax by the side of the pool, doing little other
than to read, sun bathe and look after Zoe.

When Miranda entered the house, Zoe came downstairs.  She was tall for her
young age, with long flaxen hair, blue eyes that sparkled.  A splash of
freckles crossed her face, speckling her nose and cheeks, which dimpled
when she smiled. Zoe was wearing cut-off jeans for shorts and had on a
purple t-shirt with a big exclamation point for the design. She wasn't
wearing any shoes or socks. Miranda noticed her little feet.

They knew each other and Zoe accepted Miranda's hug willingly.  After
Miranda put her suitcase into the bedroom she came downstairs and asked Zoe
what she wanted to do.  "I've got some homework, so I better take care of
it," Zoe replied shyly.  Miranda watched her go back upstairs, her tall,
slender body gliding upwards as if she could almost float.  Miranda felt
her mouth go dry.

After dinner, with dishes put away and homework done, Miranda suggested
they watch some TV together. She offered to let Zoe stay up later than
usual, but she should get into her PJs.  Miranda made some popcorn and
turned on the TV. When Zoe entered the room, she handed her the remote and
suggested she pick the show to watch.

The two of them sat on the couch with the bowl of popcorn on the table in
front of them. Miranda was at one end and Zoe on the other, sprawled out in
her PJs, which was just a long t-shirt nightie that stopped at her upper
thighs. The girl stretched out her legs and her feet touched Miranda's
thigh. Unable to help herself, Miranda touched Zoe's foot, running her
finger along her slender ankle, down to her toes. She began to roll each
one between her fingers. The soft skin and sensuous shape was impossible to
resist.

Zoe giggled and pulled her foot away. "You're tickling me!" she said with a
smile that could only be described as coquettish.  "Sorry," replied
Miranda, who withdrew her hand.  But then Zoe put her foot back, pressing
it more firmly against Miranda's thigh. "It tickles, but I like it. You can
touch me."

Miranda smiled and took her foot into her hand and gently massaged it. The
shape of her foot was like a piece of art, the soft curves, the white skin,
the little toes... The temptation to hold Zoe's foot to her face, to kiss
it and to suck on the little toes was nearly impossible to resist.  It was
then that Zoe moved her other leg, pulling it up so that her nightie rose
up above her thigh.  Miranda could see that Zoe wasn't wearing anything
underneath.

"You don't have underwear on," said Miranda.

"I know. Mom says it's okay. Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all," replied Miranda, and she smiled as she continued to
caress Zoe's foot. She looked and could see Zoe was just beginning to
develop into a young woman, otherwise it was all smooth and pink hued, with
a curving slit that only a god could create. Miranda imagined the same
immature perfection lay under her shirt, hiding Zoe's little budding
breasts that showed their outline under her nightie.  Miranda guessed they
weren't more than just enlarged nipples.  She wanted to see them. But this
wasn't the time. Not yet.

They continued to watch TV, eat popcorn and Zoe let Miranda caress her feet
until she grew tired and it was time for bed. Together they walked upstairs
and before Zoe headed into her room, Miranda asked for a goodnight
kiss. Zoe blushed but looked at Miranda, who gently pressed her lips to
Zoe's for a second or two longer than would be expected. Zoe didn't say
anything after Miranda said goodnight. She moved slowly and shut the door
to her bedroom.

It took a while for Miranda a while to get used to sleeping in her friend's
bed, so it seemed like she had only been asleep for a minute or two when
she heard Zoe's voice.  "I can't sleep. I guess it's because mom's gone.
Can I sleep with you?"

"Bad dreams?" asked Miranda.

"Something like that," Zoe replied.

Miranda lifted the sheet and Zoe slid in quickly.  The moon was out and was
throwing its ghostly light across the room and onto the bed. Miranda
glanced at the clock and saw it was after midnight; she had been sleeping
for a while.  The milky moonbeams cast a serene glow. Zoe moved close to
Miranda. She seemed a little nervous.

"Why did you kiss me like that?"

"Because I love you, Zoe."

"Like my mom loves me?"

"Yes, and more."

"Would you kiss me again like that?"

Miranda kissed Zoe the same way she did when they said goodnight.  She
looked at Zoe and then kissed her again, her lips opening a little this
time, her tongue touching Zoe's lips. The girl understood the signal and
parted her lips, yielding to Miranda. The continued to kiss ever so softly,
yet with a special passion that left them both throbbing.

"Do you like kissing?"

"Yes, very much."

"Do you want more?"

Zoe nodded, expecting more kisses. Instead, Miranda sat up and took off her
nightgown. She turned to Zoe and lifted off hers. Despite the dim
moonlight, they could see each other, naked now. Miranda ran her fingers
gently over Zoe's delicate body, feeling her small shapes and curves.  She
took Zoe's hand and put it on her breast, letting her experience Miranda's
bigger, curving plump breast. She could feel her nipples stiffen as Zoe
explored. Miranda did the same, caressing Zoe's emerging nipples, which
felt perfect. Just as she thought.

Miranda ran her hand down Zoe's stomach and continued down her thigh to her
foot. She moved down and kissed Zoe's toes, running her tongue between
them, one by one.

"You like my toes."

"You have beautiful toes and beautiful feet. Most people don't pay any
attention to them. But I always look and when I see yours, I see beauty."

Miranda continued to caress and kiss Zoe's feet, but then moved up and ran
her tongue along Zoe's legs, so long and slender.

"I want to kiss you somewhere special," said Miranda.  She looked at Zoe
and could see the outline of her face, her lips parted in anticipation, her
eyes open and wondering.  "Lie down and put your head on my pillow."

Zoe did as Miranda asked and felt her open her legs. She felt a kiss in the
darkness and it was like a feather had brushed between her legs. Miranda
continued to kiss this way as Zoe lay with her head back and her eyes
staring at the ceiling. She gripped the bed sheets as the new sensation
created a glow she had never felt before.  So strong was the feeling, that
she didn't hear herself cry out as Miranda turned her kisses into gently
licks, her tongue moving gently up and down, but pressing firmly.

Zoe continued to stare at the ceiling, her body alive in such a new
way. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but Miranda held them
firmly open. Her cries became more urgent as the sensation grew like a
vibrating cyclone within her. She raised her hips and pressed herself
against Miranda who was snugly between her legs, pressed and probing.
Zoe's cries turned into pants and gasps. She felt the chaotic pleasure as
this new passion grew inside her.  Suddenly, she felt as she had to pee, an
urgent, frantic throb that wouldn't go away and wouldn't stop. Her body
thrashed as the ache exploded within her.  She was unaware of what was
happening, only that Miranda was gripping her tightly, her tongue seemed to
be connected to be body.  The room spun, the moon glow brightened until she
sparks fly across the ceiling.

As the feeling subsided, Zoe felt wet. Her hair was matted across her
forehead. She felt wet beneath too. She realized that she had pulled the
bedsheets in her fierce grip. She continued to pant, trying to catch her
breath.  Gently, Miranda lay down next to Zoe. She pressed her naked body
against hers and kissed the girls parted lips.  Zoe smiled and then wrapped
her arms around Miranda, hugging her intensely.

"I love you, Miranda! Oh my, is that what love feels like?"

"I love you too, Zoe... Yes, darling, that's the feeling of love."

The End

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