Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2006 16:05:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: DS
Subject: Baby

"Mom! I am 15 years old, I do not need a babysitter anymore!"

"Yes, but I do. I'll be home by midnight. Do everything that Elise tells
you to."

I might have been arguing with a wall. My mom could be, well, a bit
overprotective. I glared at Elise as if this were all her fault, then
sighed and stomped upstairs while the other two haggled briefly over
price. Elise made sure that my mom knew she couldn't stay past 12, then
mother headed out the door for a night of who knows what.

"You gonna come down? Terry?" I glared at her. "Or are you just gonna sulk
all night because your mom doesn't trust you?" More silence. "Have it your
way then. I'll be in the living room on the couch."

I thought briefly of going up into my room and slamming my door, then
realized this would just prove I was too much of a child to be home
alone. So I descended the half-dozen steps into the kitchen, then sat down
on the couch across from Elise. She was busy puzzling at our dizzying array
of remote controls. Occasionally she would pick one up and try it, then put
it down, frustrated. Finally, with a sigh, I reached over and plucked three
up, pushed a few buttons by muscle memory, and up popped some news
station. She smiled at me, but I just began to flip through channels.

"Well looks like I caught somebody at the wrong time of the month." She
smiled at me, then sat back further in the couch.

"It's not that. I'm just a little upset is all."

"And why's that?" She prodded.

"Why do you think?" I spat out. "I am 15 years old, I should not still need
a babysitter. How old are you anyways?"

"19."

"See? You're just barely older than me!"

She laughed. "I think I'm a bit more experienced though." I shut up at
that.

She looked at me for a few seconds, then looked at the clock. "Am I allowed
to use your guys phone?" she asked.

I sighed. "Sure whatever. There's one in the kitchen."

"Thanks." She flashed me a smile, then bounced out of the couch and into
the kitchen. She was just wearing a T-shirt and exercise shorts; on some
people they would have looked terrible but they were very flattering on
her, accentuating her hips. I watched her lean against the wall with the
cord wrapped around her finger, until she caught my eye and scooted around
out of sight. Soon I could hear her voice softly through the kitchen
doorway, so I surreptitiously lowered the volume on the TV and held my
breath to listen.

I couldn't make out individual words, but I got the gist of how the
conversation went. It obviously wasn't good. I could tell that if she were
alone Elise would be screaming at the other person, but as it was her voice
was a strangled whisper. This went on for a few minutes, then finally Elise
said, loud enough for me to hear, "Well I hope you're both very happy
together!" Then, slamming the phone down, she stomped back into the living
room and threw herself onto the couch. It was a very awkward few
minutes. Luckily she was too angry to notice the volume being brought back
up.

Finally, out of nowhere, she said to no one in particular, "Why are some
people so impossible to understand?"

"Um..."

"I mean, you're with them for a long time, then poof, it's like they become
a completely different person."

"I...um..."

She looked at me as if for the first time, then her expression softened and
she leaned back into the seat, rubbing her face in her hands. My God, she
was crying! This self possessed girl, just a few minutes ago so
imperturbable, was sobbing away.

Not sure how to react, I sat there numb for a minute or so, watching
her. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore so I scooted over next to her and
put my arms around her, pulling her down into me. She had brought her legs
up into the fetal position, so now she was just lying in my lap, her knees
at her chest. Like this, I could forget how old she was and it was like we
had been best friends forever. She had de-aged from an adult into someone
like me, fallible and emotional like me. Her tears had begun to dry now and
she was just lying there, occasionally dry heaving, holding onto me. I
hadn't even realized her arms being wrapped around me until now.

"What happened?" I asked tentatively, disliking the awkward silence.

It took her a few seconds to answer. "We broke up."

"Who?"

"Mary and I."

"What?" I had led a fairly sheltered life, and I didn't exactly get what
she was saying. I mean, what kind of parent names their son Mary? "Um...what
did he do?"

"He?" it was her turn to be confused.

"Mary..." I knew I sounded incredibly stupid.

"Mary...she was m girlfriend. For the past 6 months."

Finally it occurred to me what was going on.

"We'd been having problems for the past few weeks. Constant fighting."

"You don't have to..."

"I know. But I need to." She took a deep breath. "I knew it was coming. But
somehow, even when you know, you still..."

"It's ok. I understand." I stroked my hands through her brown hair. I knew
I should feel disgusted by her, but for some reason I didn't.

She lay there a few minutes more, then pushed herself up and wiped her
eyes. She looked at me and smiled, saying "Thanks." She looked around, then
asked, "Where's your bathroom at?"

"Right over there, that door before the kitchen."

She got up and went in, then came back a minute later looking completely
refreshed. She in fact looked like nothing had happened.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. We were never in love after all. I knew it would end
eventually. It's just...when you're with someone for that long it's hard to
let go. But I'm over it now." She smiled, then sat down on the couch right
next to me. I was a bit surprised at this, but I didn't move away.

"So..." she said, reaching over to the remote I'd used to turn the TV on,
brushing her hand across my leg as she did so. I noticed. "How do you work
this thing?"

I reached over and pointed. "This is the power, and here's the volume and
channels, and use this to flip between the cable box, the TV, and the VCR."

It took a minute, but she eventually got the hang of it. She began flipping
through channels, then landed on some sappy romance movie.

"Oooh...I love this movie."

"Really?" She must have sensed my surprise, because she looked over at
me. "But you're..."

"Gay?"

"Yeah...I didn't think you'd be into..."

"We're not all alike you know. I happen to like the idea that two people
can meet and fall in love. No matter who they are."

"Oh..." I looked over at her. "By the way...you might not want to mention any
of that to my mom. She's kind of...you know..."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I won't."

As the movie progressed, she began to move in closer to me. It was ok, I
didn't mind. After all, I'd seen the movie before. I kept glancing at her
face, so avidly watching the movie. Finally, during a commercial, the
question I'd been dying to ask burst forth.

"What's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"You know...girls."

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason." I said, much too quickly, then turned my burning face to stare
at some commercial.

"Oh really..." she said, grabbing the remote and turning the volume down to a
whisper, now looking at me with an impish smile. "Well...It's like...I don't
know, girls just always seemed right to me. I never liked any of the boys
in my school, then I slowly just began to realize that I liked the
girls. Later on, one of my friends came out to me, so I came out to her. We
tried going out at first, like anybody would, but it didn't work out. We
were much better friends than lovers. But what are girls like? They're
wonderful. For the most part." She looked down briefly, reminded of
earlier, then looked up and shook it off. "So what about you? What are guys
like?"

I was completely caught off guard by this. "I...well...I've actually never
kissed a guy."

"Really? Never? At the extreme adult age of 15?" she teased.

"Never...there was one guy...when I was 5 that I think I liked. But he left
town. All the other guys since then have just seemed..."

"...wrong?"

"Yeah."

We looked at each other briefly, then I looked away.

"So you've never kissed anyone before?" I shook my head. "...would you like
to?"

I looked over at her and realized just how close she was to me then. She
was leaning over my side, her face hovering a few inches above mine. Her
hair was falling all around my face, tickling my cheeks. I mutely nodded a
little bit, staring at her the whole time.

She leaned closer, oh so slowly, as if making sure there hadn't been some
misunderstanding of body language. But I leaned forward an inch or so and
slowly closed my eyes. Not needing any more invitation, she slowly brought
her lips onto mine and kissed me, pushing my head back into the couch
cushions.

And in that moment I realize the truth of Elise's words. It just felt
so...right. I brought my hands up to hold her cheeks and returned her kiss
hungrily.

After what must have been a minute, lack of oxygen began to take its toll
so she slowly pulled away, leaving her lips just in front of mine. I opened
my eyes to see hers still closed, her tongue playing lightly across her
lips. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and we looked at each other.

"I..." I trailed off, running my hand through her hair.

She cut me off by plunging back in again, this time in full force. She
kissed me passionately, occasionally flicking her tongue in lightly. I
returned her kisses, occasionally gasping for breath as I pulled her head
in closer to mine. She twisted around so she was completely facing me, then
brought her left leg over me and straddled my legs, still kissing me. She
tenderly pushed me over until I was lying across the couch with her on her
knees on top of me, her waist pushing into mine.

Eventually she slowed, then pushed herself up onto her elbows. "You sure
you've never kissed anyone before?"

"I'm sure..."

"Because you are very good at it." She kissed me again lightly on the lips,
grinding her waist hard in between my legs. I pushed back, feeling myself
begin to moisten.

She sat up her knees still straddling me, and puller her shirt over her
head revealing a silky white bra cupping two amazing breasts. I gasped
softly as she tossed her hair aside, reached behind her back and undid her
clasp, slowly removing it and laying it on the back of the couch.

I just lay back staring at her erect nipples, then felt my own beginning to
harden. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"You like them?" she asked. All I could do was nod, my mouth slightly
open. She laughed, then leaned down, grabbed my hand and cupped it over her
breast. I began to rub it. Her hand, meanwhile, snaked its way up under my
shirt to grab one of my own. I wasn't flat, but mine were nowhere near as
full as Elise's. She lightly pinched my nipple, earning an arched back from
me. Then, too soon, she got up and scooted backwards, unfolding her legs so
that she was sitting up. I sat up myself as she reached a hand down and
began massaging the top of my pants.

I began to breath harder as her hand rubbed its way around my clit, leaning
back onto my elbows so I could push my hips higher. Finally, with agonizing
slowness, her hands grabbed both sides of my hips. I picked my bottom up as
she slid both my pants and my panties down at the same time, all the way to
my feet where they were taken off and dropped on the ground.

I closed my legs, unused to so much at once, so she smiled and stood up on
the couch over me. Her breasts were sticking straight up, but she turned
around and untied her shorts, allowing them to slip down around her. I
began to breath faster, seeing that perfectly sculpted bottom covered only
by a thong; but that was gone soon enough. So there she stood, above me,
completely naked as I marveled at her beautiful body. I tried to say
something, but my mouth wouldn't work right and all that came out was a
gurgle. She smiled at me, then got down again and crawled her way up me,
kissing from my knees up to my belly button, then up the middle of my
stomach as she inched my shirt up. I had since opened my legs up wider so
she slithered her way up in between them, rubbing her bare skin against
mine. I obligingly put my hands above my head as she completely raised my
shirt off of me, then brought my hands down to hold her back as she kissed
her way up my neck. Finally she reached my cheek, at which point I turned
into her and kissed her completely. My legs wrapped around her body as I
pushed my crotch into hers, earning a gasp from her and a moan from me. At
this she leaned back and smiled indulgently at me, then leaned the whole
way back until she was up on her elbows. She brought up one of her legs
under mine so that she was scissoring me, then began to scoot closer to me
on the couch.

I was still on my elbows, massaging my breasts with one hand as I unhooked
my bra with the other, when I received my second first kiss of the
evening. Our clits brushed against each other once, then with a final scoot
Elise pressed our vaginas right on top of each other. At this I leaned
back, laying my head onto the couch armrest, closing my eyes.

She pushed into me and I pushed back, both of us grinding our hips against
the other. She was still sitting up so she had some leverage, slightly
turned to the side as she pushed her hips back and forth against mine.

It felt so erotically good. I had masturbated before, in my room and
sometimes when I was adventurous on this very couch, but they were nothing
compared to this. My clit was rubbed perfectly well, stimulated by her
clit. I felt it getting wetter in between my legs, but I didn't know if it
was because of me or her. Or both. I felt her fall backwards slowly, so I
grabbed her legs with my hands and pulled, helping her push into me. We
both began to gasp at first, then I to moan, then her to moan, until we
were both creating a beat, moaning each at the same time as we pressed our
bodies together. I opened my eyes to see her leaning back, her eyes closed,
grabbing both her breasts in her hands to stop them from jumping up and
down. She looked so amazing like that. I reached one of my hands down on
impulse and used my thumb to rub just above her clit, doubling her over and
making her moan loudly briefly. She looked up then smiled with her mouth
still open, breathing heavily, but then she closed her eyes again and
returned the favor, pushing her thumb against me and rubbing in circles.

We got faster and faster until eventually we were almost screaming, pushing
ourselves against each other as hard and as fast as we could. I don't know
who came first, because as her thumb began to quicken its rubbing I felt
myself begin to climax. I was speechless for a moment, arching my back to
push as much as I could, then I felt the dam break and a flood pour
forth. Beneath the mountain of pleasure I felt legs tense in my hands and
heard her scream "Oh God!". It got very very wet between us and very warm,
to the point where we were slipping against each other. We both rode it out
together, riding each other together, each new shiver or jerk passed to the
other instantly. As the orgasm subsided we still held ourselves against
each other, still slowly massaging our clits together, occasionally tensing
and inhaling deeply, then relaxing and rubbing again.

Finally she brought her hand up to wipe her brow. I did the same; it had
gotten fairly sweaty. She panted out a laugh, then looked over at me. I
smiled at her. She mirrored it.

After lying there for a second to regain my strength, I sat up, letting my
bra slide off, and collapsed on top of her, my breasts falling in between
hers. She smiled and brought her arms around me, one massaging the small of
my back and the other a bit lower. I smiled and playfully chewed on her
ear, sighing contentedly.

I whispered into her ear, "That was..."

"...wonderful." She finished for me, embracing me tightly. I glanced at the
clock on the wall across from me. It was only 10 o'clock. I said as much to
her.

"Why? Anxious for me to leave already?" she teased.

"Oh God no. Never leave." I leaned down and planted a long kiss on her
lips, then snuggled down into her arms, rubbing her nipple with my nose.

"That was..." I smiled. "I can see why you like girls so much if you can do
that with them."

"Tribbing?" she said. "That was nothing, baby."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. There's more. Much more. You wanna see?"

I nodded breathlessly, my vagina already aflame again. She got up, not
bothering to cover herself as she walked nude out of the room, sensuously
rubbing her butt as she went. I rolled over onto my back and looked at the
ceiling, feeling better than I ever had before.

She came back with her college-sized backpack and laid it down on the
table, leaning over to unzip it so that I could see her breasts hang over
it. I was so busy watching her that I didn't realize what was in the bag
until she grabbed something and pulled it out.

"Good Lord!" I said, staring at her bag. "You carry those around with you
everywhere?"

She laughed. "A girl's gotta be prepared, you know. A guy carries around
his condoms, I carry around my toys."

In the bag was everything a girl could ever want. There was a long pink
dildo with a switch on it, a smooth vibrator. Then there were a couple more
normal dildos with bumps and ridges along them. There were two plastic
eggs, one of which Elise playfully grabbed and pressed against my nipples,
the vibrations sending ripples all along them. She laughed, I moaned. There
was also one 2 foot long double ended, blue and big. I hungrily stared at
that, but she shook her head and said, "ah ah ah. We just did that. I want
to be near you this time." So I glanced at the strap-on, with all its
leather and metal clasps, then looked at her. She shook her head. "And let
only one of us have all the fun? Not this time. What do you think of this?"
She held up a collection of straps and rubbery plastic.

"It's a strap-on too, isn't it?" I asked.

"Sort of." She said, bringing it down closer for me to see. It was
basically two large loops interconnected, like chain links, and on each one
was attached a bright green plastic cock.

"Stand up. On the couch." She said, standing up herself to face me. She was
slightly taller, but not by much, and since I had long legs our vaginas
were at the same height. "Now." She said, moving up to press her naked body
against mine. "I bring up my knee slightly between your legs see? You do
the same to me." She put her right thigh against my wet pussy, so I grabbed
her bottom and raised my own slightly between hers, feeling the moisture
against my own thigh.

She leaned around me and set the loops both on the couch. "Now I put my leg
through here, and you put yours through there. See?" I put my right leg
where she said, and she brought the loops both up onto our thighs. The
dildo attached to it was now rubbing against the bottom of my vagina. She
tightened both loops around our legs as I held tightly to her, trusting her
completely.

"Here's the tricky part. Together, we need to lower ourselves down onto our
knees, so that we're both straddling each other's legs. Then right as you
lower yourself down, you put it in. Get it?"

I nodded, and we lowered slowly, both holding each other for balance and
looking down past our belly buttons to our interlocked legs. Finally, I
felt it poking at me, so I brought one hand down to steady the one on my
leg pushing its way into her vagina. She did the same, and ever so slowly
we lowered onto each other's dildos.

I felt it slide into me perfectly. I was already completely soaked, but it
was still big. I gasped as my labia parted for it slowly, allowing it to
push all the way until I could feel it against the deep walls of my
pussy. Elise grabbed me tighter as she experienced an invasion of her own,
and then we were sitting down, both our legs firmly wedged between the
other's.

"You ok?" she whispered, her eyes closed. We didn't move. "it's not too
big?"

"No. It's perfect."

"That's good..."

And then with agonizing slowness we began to both move. We didn't need to
move much because each time she moved I felt it, and vice versa. I grinded
her leg, the dildo penetrating me as deeply as possible, and felt hot
fluids pour down around my leg. Elise grabbed my chin with one hand and
began to kiss me, our tongues dancing to the tempo our hips set.

Soon enough Elise began bouncing up and down slightly, pushing it into me
each time she did. We were locked together, the two of us grinding and
moaning in sync. I began to bounce with her, pushing the two false cocks
into both of us harder and faster than before. I abandoned her face and
instead moved down to lick her chest, pushing her tits up within reach with
one hand, using the other to hold onto her ass for balance. She leaned
back, pushing her nipple into my mouth which I willingly begin to suck and
lick. I moan into her chest as she scratches her nails down my back,
panting, "oh my God, Terry it feels so good. I'm gonna cum on you."

I reply by pushing her over onto her back, forcing my extension into her
horizontal form even more. She bends her knees, forcing me on top of her
with a huge wave of pleasure. She digs her nails further into me, so I grab
her shoulders and begin humping her as hard as I can. I feel like I'm on
fire.

Soon enough she begins writhing beneath me and screaming louder, pulling me
as close as possible. I watch her mouth as she begins to orgasm because of
me, and this pushes me over the edge. I grind myself down onto her leg and
feel myself climax with her, soaking her already wet leg with hot
cum. We're both screaming each others' name, our eyes closed and our
vaginas held open, as we both climax together. Every time I feel myself
about to descend from that orgasmic peak, she uses her grip on my back to
grind us together again and I gasp with renewed pleasure.

Finally I collapse on her for the second time that night, too worn out to
even kiss her. We're both breathing hard, and her rising chest lifts me up
with each breath. I could have died happy lying there, embraced by this
woman.

After what seems like hours, she says to me, "it'll have to come out
eventually."

"I know. But I don't want it to."

She smiles and kisses me, then reaches her hand down and deftly undoes both
straps. I hold on to her tightly as she slowly pulls them both out, each of
us reliving that moment again. I look down to see them both drenched in
cum, and that my pussy is actually dripping down onto hers.

"Well somebody here enjoyed herself."

"I think two somebodies did."

We both laugh and embrace each other again. She rolls us over onto our
sides, a tight squeeze on the couch.

"So you ready for another go?"

"Oh God I wish so. But I think I'll shrivel up if I lose any more fluid."

"OK then, we keep it slow. Relax. You don't have to do anything; just lay
back."

And with that she rolled off the couch onto her knees in front of me. With
her help I sit rightways on the couch, facing forward with my legs splayed
wide open. For a few minutes she just rubs my legs with her hands, licking
my thighs sensuously. My pussy is throbbing. Her tongue is like a snake,
flicking its way in and out, tasting the warm liquid all over my upper
thighs. As I watch her she looks like she's humping air, moving forward and
backwards as she licks me. One of her hands is massaging her right nipple,
while the other massages a more sensitive area. Finally, after minutes of
inching closer and closer, her tongue first plays across my engorged
clitoris. It almost cum right then. My eyes squeeze closed and I grab her
head with one of my hands, my other hand squeezing my breast with each wave
of pleasure.

She keeps licking my pussy up and down, the deft strokes of a
professional. I'm lost in her tongue, my gasps covering the sound of her
light moans. Soon she graduates from playful licking to full on eating,
gorging herself upon me. I pull her head close and entwine my fingers in
her hair, my legs alternately squeezing her head and splaying as wide as
possible. My juices are soon flowing freely into her awaiting mouth. I hump
her face as she brings me closer and closer, my gasps becoming moans. Soon
enough she has me screaming her name.

"Oh God...Elise...yeah...yeah...ooh yeah...you're gonna make me cum baby...ooh
yeah...oh...Oh!...OH!"

My voice gets louder and she gets faster and my legs pull tighter. I pull
her head into my pussy with both hands and push my waist into her as I
orgasm into her mouth. I feel her tongue push deep into my pussy as it
contracts and expands. I'm screaming now, orgasming because of this woman
I'd never met before tonight. My vagina turns hot as it throbs out cum and
I scream with new waves of pleasure.

After a minute of this it has almost subsided completely, but she's still
licking just as hard as ever, her right hand now pushing two fingers in and
out of her dripping pussy. I pull her head up to see her eyes glazed over
with pleasure, so I whisper for her to get up on the couch beside me.

Fingers never leaving her vagina, she somehow pulls herself up to lie down,
her splayed legs facing me. She throws back her head as she massages her
clitoris with one hand and penetrates herself with the other.

Not wasting any time, I grab her knee with one hand and touch her pussy
with the other. She feels it. Trying not to hurt her, I stick one finger
insider her soft lips. There's plenty of room. She arches her back as I
push my finger in and out, going in when hers leave and vice versa. Soon
enough I put in another.

Now it's a bit of a tight squeeze. She's moaning with her eyes closed,
completely lost in herself. My own mother could have walked in right then
and she'd have been powerless to stop herself, a slave to her own
body. Just as I was a slave to hers.

She now has four fingers inside her, pushing in and out all at different
times. Now I don't care who you are, but you can't not cum at a time like
this. And she's no exception. Soon enough her fingers begin moving faster,
making loud noises as she pushes them in and out. I push my own in her as
deep as they'll go, and that's just the trigger she needs.

She screams out an obscenity, followed by a series of loud moans. Her pussy
begins to pulsate and grow hot, and then my fingers are drenched with her
essence. I keep pushing my fingers into her vagina, occasionally leaving
them in there and twisting them around. She has bent over herself to dig as
deep as she can and I can see the sweat streaming down her face as she has
an explosive orgasm. I finger her long after she's collapsed, gasping for
breath on the arm of the couch.

I laid down my head on her belly, my hair strewn across her chest.

"Oh $#!+!" she says, popping up like a cork. "It's 11:55!"

I get up at that. We gather our clothes quickly and put them on just as I
hear a car pulling into the driveway. She's already dressed as I'm pulling
my shirt over my head, gathering her toys into her bag and zipping it. As a
final precaution she pulls some air freshener out of her bag (for just such
an occasion) and sprays it everywhere. Finally we both flop down on the
couch next to each other and turn the TV back up just as the door opens.

"I'm home!" she says, dropping her purse on the floor by the steps.

"Hey mom." I say, trying to be nonchalant which is hard when you have
someone rubbing their hand on your inner thigh at the time.

"What are you still doing up? Get to bed." I got up and began to go
upstairs. "I'm sorry to have kept you here this long, Elise, especially in
this weather." I looked outside and saw that it was raining. I guess we
hadn't noticed.

"It's alright ma'am." Elise says, standing up and slinging her bag over her
shoulder.

"No no no, I couldn't let you out in this weather. I couldn't live with
myself if I did. Would you like to stay the night here? You can share
Terry's bed." My heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know..."

"Oh, stop being so polite. Terry can show you where it is. Terry? Get her a
pillow from the closet." This I did gladly.

We locked the door behind us and waited until my mom had gone to sleep. We
both slipped under the covers, where she undressed me and I her; I usually
didn't sleep in the nude but I thought tonight I could make an exception.
It didn't matter in any case, since neither of us got any sleep that
night. One by one, we went through the rest of her toys, speaking in
whispers and moaning into pillows. We took turns bringing each other off,
using our favorite toys on each other countless times.

Eventually, as the morning sun began to steam in, I fell asleep to her
rhythmic massaging of my clit with the vibrating egg. I dreamed about her
and I running away together.

It was the next day, as I kissed her goodbye, that I realized why Elise
loved girls.  Because for the first time, I loved one of my own.