Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 15:52:36 +0000 From: rjw148@hotmail.com Subject: Accident 7 I do apologise for the long delay in posting this latest section of this story. My computer was infected with a virus and I have had to have it expensively rebuilt. All is well now though. Thanks everyone who sent so many lovely emails in response to my earlier postings. It is wonderful to hear so many and varied tales from you all, oh, and yes, the odd critisism (Please remember that English spelling and phraseology, is often different to American) If you intend to comment on this episode then please title your mail with "Accident" so I can sort it from all the junk. The Accident 7 As my feelings grew deeper for Marie we opened up and told each other of our past loves and lives. I was amazed to learn that she had been accustomed to lesbianism from a very early age. Her Mother, Beth, had lived with a woman for the past eight years. Marie had taken it for granted that women were like that and was used to seeing the couple being openly affectionate with each other. Boys meant nothing to her, though with her beauty she could have had her choice of any she fancied I was sure. Their loss was my gain I thought. Here I was, a comparative novice and in the matter of a couple of months I had gone from nothing to knowing at least four females who were into gay sex. It must be like suddenly winning the Jackpot in the National Lottery. When I admitted to Marie that I had had a number of close male friends and had actually had sex with them she wrinkled her nose in disgust and let it be known that it was something that did not appeal to her in the least. "I could never let a boy do that" she said. "I think I'd be sick at the thought". "If you had deep enough feelings for him you might" I said quietly. She shook her head determinedly. "I saw what a man did to my Mum" she said. "She had no life at all till she met Val." I cuddled her gently in my arms. "What about a family?" I asked. "One day you might want a child". She shook her head. "As long as I have you, that's all I want". She went on to describe to me the sort of loving relationship her Mother and Val had. In the privacy of their own home away from prying critical eyes they lived as an adoring couple and so of course this had inevitably rubbed off on the young Marie. "I became used to seeing them in bed together. Not that they were exhibitionist or anything like that" she added quickly. "But when you live closely like we did you couldn't help seeing and hearing things. I think I was about ten years old the first time I heard Mum doing it." Marie paused to laugh softly her beautiful eyes taking on a distant thoughtful look. "I thought she was having a nightmare until I worked out what it was. Val was literally driving her mad in their bedroom. It seemed to go on for ages - then I heard them laughing and talking so I knew she was okay". "Did you never see them doing it?" I asked. "Only kissing and fondling each other. They were very careful not to influence me - though just being with them was enough." I could understand how their relationship must have coloured Marie's outlook on life. Men and boys had no place - they were not needed in any way. "When did you decide to follow your Mum?" I asked. "By the time I was fourteen or fifteen I was getting these awful burning yearnings that just would'nt go away. I'd look at girls, or women sometimes, and I'd get terrific longings for someone to love. I was far too shy and scared to do anything about it though. That is until one night a blonde lady called Jenny and an absolutely stunning woman with a beautiful figure walked into the restaurant and I had to serve them. Everytime I walked near them I thought my knickers were going to catch on fire." she laughed. "And I was the fireman on hand to put them out for you" I grinned. "You have no idea how much you turned me on" she sighed. "And when you came back again I was sure you must be the one. I was walking in the clouds. I won't say I wasn't tempted when Jenny came on to me but it was you that I really wanted." "And if dear sexpot Jenny hadn't shown me what it was all about we might never have met" I said. "Have you told your Mum about us?" I asked one day as we lay cradled in each others arms in my tangled bed. "I didn't need to" Marie whispered. "Somehow she knew that I was seeing someone. One evening when I went home from being with you she pointed out that my dress was only half fastened when she knew for certain that I hadn't gone out like that". "And she put two and two together and made four eh?" I smiled. "Was she mad at you?" "Not at all. I think she had been expecting me to meet someone eventually though she was a bit surprised when I told her all about you". Eventually, after a lot of persausion, I agreed to go home with her to meet her Mother and Val, and I was definitely impressed with their homely loving attitude. Beth was a small wiry woman with small pointed teenager breasts and short brown hair. Given that she was in her early forties, I could see what her lover, Val, saw in her. Her features were happy when she smiled her welcome to me. Marie appeared to be a younger but slightly taller version of Beth. "Marie has found someone at last" Beth said quietly when we were seated sipping coffee. "I've watched her for ages getting more and more lonely". Beth was highly intelligent and educated having been to university to get a degree. She had a ready sense of humour that seemed to find the funny side of most situations. All in all she was quite an attractive mature sexy woman who would have turned me on in no time at all if she hadn't already been spoken for. Val on the other hand was a larger more bluff character with very shapely busoms over which she obviously did not wear a bra, and a habit of running her hands up and down Beth's back as she spoke. It was almost as if it was a signal that she was giving me that this woman was her's and I was to keep off. Had she sensed my thoughts about Beth? Not that I would have thought of such a thing. Darling Marie was quite enough for me. "Mum liked you" Marie said as we left the house. "I don't think Val was too impressed though" I said. Marie laughed. "She's not normally like that. She thinks the world of Mum and I think she'd throttle anyone who hurt her". I slipped my arm around Marie's tiny waist and walked with her to my car. Behind us Beth and Val with their arms around each other watched through the lounge window and waved farewell. "I bet they go straight to bed now we have left" Marie chuckled. "Did you see the way Val was touching Mum?" "Now, now" I smiled. "That's not a very nice thing to say. Your Mum is a free agent and can do exactly as she wants". "Yeah and does she want it?" Marie rolled her eyes. "They go at it like a pair of bunny rabbits." "What about us then? We aren't exactly innocents you know". I said. "Good. Well get us to your house and I'll show you how innocent I am" Marie grinned impishly. While I drove my rattling old Ford, Marie had her slim dainty hand slipped high up under my skirt. I was silently pleased that I hadn't worn any tights for our visit to Beth's. With little movements she coaxed apart my thighs and I wanted to warn her that she was distracting me but I found that the words just would not come. Inside my panties her fingers were doing wonderfully naughty things with my soaking wet sex. "I love it when you are so wet like this" she murmurred near my ear. "You are being very distracting" I muttered catching my breath as one finger slipped higher. "I bet Val's got her fingers in Mum as well right this minute" Marie whispered. "I think that turns you on as much as I do" I said. "No, but its nice to think about" the girl said cheekily. I drove a little faster in order to get this delightful girl home. I was getting hotter and sexier by the second and I wanted more than one of her fingers inside me. How far had I come since Jenny showed me the thrills of female sex only a few months ago. I was now a raging sex maniac or so I thought. My thoughts these days seemed to be about sex. I had a lot to thank the tall willowy blonde for. Once home we ran helta skelta, me, to the bedroom, Marie to the bathroom. Water ran behind the partly closed door whilst I got rid of most of my clothes. The room was shrouded in gloomy shadows as the slim willowy shape of Marie stepped through the doorway from the bathroom. Her slim body, so thin she seemed waif-like, was naked save for a pair of tiny yellow lace panties which seemed to accentuate the slight pertness of her hard tipped breasts. I'd seen her without panties many times yet I never grew tired of looking at her. With never as much as a sway or jolt of her perfect breasts perching high on her rib cage, she moved gracefully towards where I was seated at my vanity. My eyes were locked fixedly her reflection in the mirror. I could see why I had been attracted to the girl and why I had found her Mother intrigueing. They were both everything that any woman like I was becoming could want to be. The thin semi transparent panties, cut high on her hips, were made from such thin lace that they were practically see through. Sensuously her pelvis swayed and rolled as she walked slowly. My gaze was locked on that alluring joining of her upper thighs. That special place that I loved so much. How many times had I seen her dressed like this or even with less on, yet my heart rate immediately soared to a much higher rate? Her youthful beauty was beyond description. Without seeming to notice my heated looks, she dropped the rest of her clothing onto a nearby chair and turned to where I was seated at the dressing table. She knew now that I was looking at her and a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "Don't go making yourself any more beautiful" she murmurred to me. "Or I will not be responsible for my behaviour". "I've got to keep the ravages of aging at bay" I said softly. "Otherwise my wonderful love will look elsewhere". I heard her snort derisively. "Fat chance of that." She took a couple of paces closer to me, the brighter light from the lamp falling across the curves of her tilted breasts throwing intoxicating shadows on the wonderful cleavage. I could clearly see now the pert stiffness of her breathtaking nipples where they rested. Below, I could see the dark smudge of her pubic mound through the delicate lace and a familiar tightness gripped my chest. No matter how many times I had been with her I could not resist her youthful charms. I knew only too well what lay behind that darker portion of her panties. I knew what effect my caressing it would have on this darling girl. She stopped behind me and rested her hands so lightly on my shoulders. Slowly she traced the white shoulder straps of my bra. Her eyes were locked to my breasts as she gently toyed with the satin strips so that each mound was lifted by its enclosing cup. "No my love. I'm afraid you might be stuck with me for quite a long time" she breathed. Her hands moved down my back and I tingled as her fingers played over the back fastening of my bra. A deft twist of her fingers and the garment sagged, losing all the trivial support it had been giving me. My nipples bloomed into ripe hardness at the removal of the cups covering them and my breath caught in my throat. Marie bent and her lips pressed to my now bare shoulder, sending warm breaths fanning down over my sensitive skin. I lifted my hand and caressed the silken skin of her adorable face. I had missed her company for the past week. Being back at school, my work did not this week, coincide with her shift at the restaurant. When she was off I was busy. I knew the frustration for both of us had been building each day we were kept apart. "I've thought about you a lot this week" I whispered. She kissed me again and looked into my eyes reflected in the large mirror I sat at. "Me too" she replied. "I think our few days away at the cottage has spoilt us. It was so lovely to be able to sleep with you and wake up each morning knowing that we had no need to hurry about anything". Marie's hands moved down lower from my shoulders, down over my upper chest to the upper slopes of my breasts and then onto the stiffening peaks of my nipples. It was so good to feel her touching me again. "Like that?" she asked huskily. I nodded silently watching her fingers toying around the now quite hard tips of my breasts. A tingling grew in my sex and I wriggled slightly on the seat to let her know that I was liking what she was doing. My eyes closed with the pleasure of her hand cupping under the globes of my breasts and the tender way she lifted each. The tingling got worse. "You don't think I'm taking advantage of you do you Marie?" I whispered, half fearing the answer. Her caressing hand stopped cupping the weight of my breasts. "What gives you that idea?" she asked. "Our ages are so different" I murmurred. "You could be with anyone you wanted, someone nearer your own age". "But I don't want anyone else" she said, a quiet determination in her voice. "I want the woman who makes me feel wanted and needed and who has the most gorgeous body in the world". Her fingers stroked my nipple sending shivers of expectancy thrilling through my tense being. I arched my spine lifting the heavy globe of my breast harder into her slowly moving hand. Her mouth shifted along my naked shoulder and pressed to the side of my neck and throat. Valiantly I stifled a moan of pleasure. "You have no idea what you do to me when you touch me like this" I managed to gasp. Her eyes shone brightly as she looked down over my shoulder at where her hand lightly grasped me. I let my hands drop down beside me and then move slightly further behind me. The silken smoothness of her lower thighs was under my fingers and I felt her shift closer so that her knees were against my bare back. Her other hand snaked around me and captured my other breast and stroked the awakening nipple. I had to moan this time. What had I to thank Jenny for. If it had not been for the tall blonde who had first seduced me I would never have come to know this wonderful teenager. The accident Jenny and I had had was really to blame for me becoming aware of my true sexuality and having the courage to act on it. She had been the key to my life, the one factor that was missing, I now realised. Without Jenny I would never have fallen in love with the slim lovely girl who served at tables and now had that key to my heart. Marie was pressing the front of her legs to my back as she still cupped my busom with loving carresses. I rose to my feet and turned to face Marie. There was a rising flush on her cheeks and the tips of her small breasts appeared to be rock hard. She was as excited as I was, a fact I was enormously pleased about. Agonisingly slowly I reached out and slipped my fingers inside the waistband of her lace panties and drew them downwards. I heard the sigh that escaped her parted lips. A sigh that told me that she was ready. The light in the bedroom was pretty low but I could clearly see the adorable fluff of hair at the pit of her flat belly. A broad brown triangle of curls that concealed the furrow of her sex with an air of mystery. She raised each foot in turn to free herself of the wisp of yellow lace at her ankles and then raised her eyes to my face. "Your turn now" she whispered. I leaned toward her and kissed her gently on the mouth as my hands pushed down the narrow band of white nylon that stretched across my hips. "That's what I've been longing to see" she murmurred. I don't know who lead who to the large double bed. I was too engrossed in the scent of her and allure of her nudity as we sank down into each others arms. With a growling utterance she enfolded me in her gorgeous thighs, forcing herself fiercely against me. I grasped her and squashed her form to mine, wanting more and more contact. I had found out early on in our relationship that kissing Marie was the greatest of experiences. The way she used her mouth and tongue had me panting for more in seconds. Plus there was the glorious way her sex was rubbing against my belly. I'm sure that given her enough time she would have brought herself off like that. I dropped my hand down to her slender hip and then around under her upraised thigh to reach for the crease of her sex from behind. I found she was heated and already getting swampy. She grunted her approval and humped harder to me. We were kissing again, drawing higher amounts of passion from each other. Just being this close and this involved with this delightful girl had me shivering nervously, wanting a climax that I was quite aware she could give me when the time came. For the time being I contented myself with exploring the tightness of her sex with my fingers. I'd lost count of the number of times I had been with this delightful young girl but each time I discovered something new about her young body. A tiny mole here, a fold there and the way her pubic hair coiled into rich thick curls. She had once offered to shave herself for me but I had been aghast at the prospect. I much preferred her with the true outline of a woman. To plunge my face and mouth into the luxurious sweetly scented forest between her thighs was all I asked. The taste of her special liquids was enough to nearly drive me to an orgasm. Marie twitched and heaved under my slow caresses. With a soft shuddering moan she threw wide her legs and welcomed me. Already she was swimming with fluids that were spreading wider and wider along the silken insides of her legs. Her tender skin was getting slippery allowing my hand and fingers to slide so easily. She shivered and gave out a delightful little moan of pleasure which sent my own blood pressure soaring in unison. Marie moaned louder as my tongue delved deeper and deeper into the warm slippery folds of her gorgeous open sex. It heaved under me and I followed it with my mouth. I could see the tell-tale crimson patch of sexual excitement mottling the smoothness of her upper chest and throat. Marie was always a very fast girl to rise to the ocassion. Not like me. I took simply ages of huffing and puffing to get to the slopes of sexual completion. I heard her call my name getting louder and more frantic each time I flicked at the pronounced button of her clitorus. She was getting steadily more and more frantic. Arms and legs were moving spasmodically as the nerves twitched and drove her higher towards her climax. I plastered my lips and mouth over the spreadeagled gash of her soaking wet vulva and pressed my tongue further and further into the slippery sweetness of her vagina. A louder cry came from her tortured throat and her hips joined in the desperate humping. When she at last came I thought she was going to passout. Her breathing stopped and her breasts heaved upwards pointing the hard twin peaks of her nipples towards the ceiling. I was so engrossed in her pleasure that I almost joined with her in her abandonment. "Oh my God!" Marie gasped noisily as we lay gathering ourselves from the hectic pinnacle we had both reached. "I know what Val meant when she said that I would know if I had found the right person" I smiled weakly and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "What do you mean?" I asked. "She was telling me that lovemaking with that one special person is always the best and most earth shattering - now I know what she meant". I stroked the moist mound of her sex laying exposed between the spread of her lovely thighs. For a moment she flinched and half closed her legs. "Sorry" she said. "I'm still very sensitive". It was a week later that I received a phone call from Beth, Marie's mother. "I do hope you won't mind me calling you Sarah" she said. An unexpected shiver ran up and down my spine at the soft cultured tone of her voice. "I wanted to speak to you about Marie". "What about her? There's nothing wrong is there?" Concern was in my voice. "Oh no, she's fine. In fact I have never known her to be so happy. She's like a different girl since she met you." "How do you mean?" I asked. "For ages Val and I have been sure that she was deeply unhappy and that something had to give soon. She had even taken to spying on us whenever she could, listening to us and so on. It began to get so bad that Val and I had to limit our special moments to when she was out of the house. And if you really knew me you would know that is extremely frustrating. Both Val and I are very hot blooded" "Oh dear". I couldn't think of any other comment in this intimate confession. "I suppose it was only teenage inquisitiveness" I added lamely. "Maybe. But since she met you all that has stopped and she is so much happier and contented" Beth said. "You must be very good for her". "She's a lovely wonderful girl" I pointed out."but then you should know, she's your daughter". She laughed softly and it was a thrilling tinkling sound. "I could almost be very jealous of her. She has extremely good taste" I was struck dumb for a moment. If I wasn't wrong Beth was making me an offer that I was sure could be highly loaded with problems. My English reserve was hard for me to overcome. The silence dragged on between us. "Hello are you still there" she asked quietly, "or have I over stepped the mark and frightened you?" "Er, no Beth, but what about Val as well as Marie? Anyway I rather got the impression that Val wouldn't welcome any kind of intrusion". "You can't pretend that you didn't feel something when we met last week. You looked at me in that certain way that could only mean one thing". Beth chose to ignore my earlier protest. "Anyway, Val and I have an open arrangement. She has other girls if she wants and so do I". "I am very flattered" I began. "Don't turn me down flat" she pleaded softly. "I'm sure we could be good together". The thought of her slim girlish body and those gorgeous pointed breasts that had fascinated me earlier flashed through my mind and that familiar heat started to spread through my lower body. Beth was having the same effect on me as her daughter did. "You will have to let me think about it" I whispered. "That's all I ask. And while you're thinking imagine me with you and I am sure you will come to the right decision". My head was spinning when I put down the phone. Both Beth and Marie had recognised the lesbian in me without me saying a word to either of them. Was I that obvious? Marie's description of her Mother's appetites echoed through my head as I readied myself for bed that night. The more I thought the more I was sure that Beth and I would end up in bed together at some time. Naked and bathed I slipped between the sheets and reflected on how my life was changing so drastically. I could pick up the phone any time and have Beth here within minutes. Was that what I wanted though? And then there was Val. I'm sure that she would object in spite of what Beth had said about their arrangement. Things could get very messy. The ideas running through my head was having a very strong effect on my sex. My fingers found the swimming organ hidden away between my spread legs and soon I was trembling and heaving into the throes of sexual bliss. Beth was right the idea of being with her was driving me mad. I closed my eyes and went with the flow and allowed myself to quickly reach a very violent orgasm. In the aftermath I was sure that eventually I would become involved with Marie's Mother in spite of my reservations and feelings for the teenager. The next day she called me again and was far more explicit with her suggestions. I realised that I was dealing with a much more experienced lesbian who had set her sights on me and wasn't going to be easily deterred. "You know I fancy you, don't you Sarah." "Let me come round to your home this evening and we can discuss it" she said. I knew what that would mean. "I don't feel at all happy about this Beth" I said. "I feel that I would be betraying Marie and you would be doing the same to Val". "Right at this moment Val is staying the night with a lass she met at the club she goes to. So that's that excuse dead in the water" Beth replied. I could almost hear her breathing deeply over the phone. "Oh come on Sarah" she pleaded. "We both want it like mad". I weakened. It was almost eight thirty by the time I heard her at my front door. Nervously I walked to the door and swung it open. There was a smile on her face as she looked up at me and I knew instinctively that when the time came I was going to go through with it. She shed her top coat revealing a thin skin tight shirt that clearly revealed that she wore no bra under it. The pair of large tense nipples adorning her breasts were astounding. She seemed to be all nipples and I was finding it hard to drag my gaze away. I took her coat and offered her a drink but she politely refused. "I'm pleased you agreed to see me" she said. Her voice was low and had a tremour to it that sent a message flashing to the arousal centre of my brain. "We're only talking" I said softly though I was aware that it wouldn't need much to start me off. "Marie has told me a lot about you" Beth said. "I never thought my daughter could be so descriptive". "That sounds ominous" I smiled shakily. Just what had Marie been saying about us? Beth laughed flashing perfect teeth. "Let's just say that her stories left very little to the imagination. I think Val wondered where my horniness came from though seeing you I can understand why my little Marie has the hots for you". "It sounds as if I might have a lot to live up to" I muttered. Bravely I tried to drag my eyes away from her glorious conical breasts and those fascinating nipples. If anything they were even better than Marie's and that was saying something. "You like them don't you?"Beth smiled and twisted slightly sideways so that I could see them even better. "And they feel as good as they look" she added meaningfully. With that kind of invitation I could do nothing but concede to her wishes. In my palms she was firm yet soft and the tips burst into more life. "Oh yes!" she breathed harshly. "You can do that all evening if you want". She made a small sighing sound as I pulled up the thin garment and exposed the twin peaks. The tips grew more stiff, sticking out from the surrounding flesh like two pointing fingers. "I am very sensitive there" Beth breathed as my fingers rolled and gently pulled at the aroused nubs. She wasn't joking. She shivered and writhed sensuously and one hand extended out and ran quickly up the outside of my leg to my hip. Through my skirt I could feel her excitement seeming to burn through the material. I used both hands to pull the shirt up over her head and discarded it onto a nearby chair. She was now naked to the waist. "I think I am going to enjoy this" she giggled nervously. I lowered my face to her and our lips met. It was a light kiss at first but then things began to get more heated. She was quite a lot smaller than I am and at first it felt as if I was holding a young girl in my arms. But this was a fully grown and very passionate woman as I was soon to find out. Her hands were everywhere on me. Soon she was delving up inside my jumper and lifting my tingling breasts out of the cups of my bra. I began to lubricate like mad. "I knew you would want me" she hissed into my neck. My pointed erect nipples had given me away. When my fingers found her pubic hair she shuddered bodily and let out a huge moan of pleasure. "That's right, I want you to touch me" she groaned loudly. To say she was wet would have been an understatement. The whole of her vulva was swimming and it was even smearing down the insides of her thighs. Almost an hour later I awoke from what seemed like a trance to find myself spread eagled out on my back totally naked and sweating from a sexual feast that Beth had treated me to. My sex felt wrung out and had that glorious sated numbness that comes only from complete satisfaction. Next to me Beth was napping with her head cradled on my naked breast. I had been in bed with a woman who was an absolute animal and so sexually uninhibited that I didn't think I would ever be the same again. "I can see why Marie is so besotted with you" Beth breathed as she awoke and stretched like a cat. Her hand slid down my torso from my chest, over the flat plane of my belly to the thick triangle of pubic hair at the junction of my thighs. "You're made for love". One single finger on my clitoris made me start with surprise. I didn't think I could ever be aroused any more but there was a definite renewal of the tingling in my nerve endings. "But I must love you and leave you" she murmurred. "I've got to get up for work in the morning A tinge of disappointment welled up inside me as I watched her slide from my bed and retrieve her discarded clothing and procede to get dressed. She really was a most sensuous female and what was more she knew it. She kissed me longingly on the lips, tweaked my nipples one last time and then left me.