Marisol y Carmen Chapter 4

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

Marisol y Carmen -4-

Carmen Alameda was now a junior in high school and she was still having sex with her mother. They had all the talks: safe sex, dating and the scene, the law, and getting pregnant. As for pregnancy, she told her mother she would love to carry their child, and they had a serious talk about it, for they were truly in love.

Number one on their list of donors was Carmen's father, Enrique Alameda. But they had not broached the subject with him, yet. Number two was a slick athlete, Germain Johnson. He was a fair skinned black senior who was the only man Carmen would sleep with, given a choice. He was also a top student and a McDonald's All-American basketball player and a gay man. In other words, a god. He was a friend of the family and he had already said yes.

For her part, Gabriela did not sleep around on Carmen. Sure, they had parties to attend as well as smaller get-togethers with a few friends, but they did everything together. Gabriela loved her life, and at the center of it was Carmen, the beautiful Carmen. Her other daughter, Marisol, was still dating Lauren Kennedy, the college freshman she had met accidentally at a tryst with her mother, Callie. Marisol was in love, and Lauren helped her out by attending the local community college, rather than going away to a lesbian-infested dorm at UCLA or USC. They would go away to a four-year school when Marisol graduated from high school. Marisol still lived at home, as did Carmen.

They were talking about marriage; they were that serious. They were both very mature for their age, and Marisol and Lauren gravitated to Callie, Camilla, and the "older" women for friendship. By now they had both taken up smoking and dressed very fashionably, even haut couture when they went out. They both had convertible sports cars, and they could be seen together, their hair flying in the wind, their Coach sunglasses firmly fixed to their tan faces.

They really were the hottest couple on the scene and endless lesbian couples wanted to get at them for fun. They were thankful for the attention and certainly played around some, but they were steadfast in their commitment to one another.

Marisol loved her mother and sister, and they had foursomes with Lauren often. But deep down, she was a little jealous of Carmen, stealing her mother away.

Gabriela had long since divorced Enrique, and they settled amicably. She got the house free and clear and with her career as a translator, she made over $160,000 a year.

Gabriela and Carmen had a pact that they would get married when Marisol moved out. Enrique was approached by his ex-wife Gabriela about being a sperm donor for the couple. Enrique thought a lot about it but eventually told them it would be an honor to do so. So, three years Marisol had moved on to a four-year school with Lauren, and the timing was right to do it. They had a bouncing baby girl, and her name was Adriana. The two were married in a private ceremony a month later. Marisol, Lauren, Camilla, and Callie were the ones invited to the ceremony, and Marisol was the maid of honor. But that is another story.

So, for all the women in our story, life was good. Really good.

*****

Marisol and Lauren communicated by text.

Marisol: You going to be ready soon. The party starts at 7:00.

Lauren: I'm leaving at 6:30. Pick u up +/- 6:40. It will take us fifteen to get there.

Marisol: BTW, how many couples?

Lauren: I think she said three. I have a good feeling about this.

Marisol: Like usual we'll be the youngest. But when has that stopped us.

Lauren: For sure. See you in a few. Ciao Baby.

Marisol sent her a kiss emoji and told her she'd be ready.

Marisol was putting the touches on her makeup: lipstick (fire engine red) and eyeliner (black). Her homework for the upcoming week was done, and she told her mom and Carmen goodbye. She went out to sit on the swing on the porch and wait for Lauren. She exhaled a big breath, and relaxed. She put on her sunglasses; she loved that she had five minutes to wait. She was thinking "happy thoughts" as she surveyed the beautiful Colonial House her mother got from the divorce. Two squirrels were playing in the front yard; life was good.

Lauren arrived in her late model Audi A3 convertible with the top down, and Marisol sashayed to the car. Lauren gave a cat call while she leaned across the seat to open the door.

"I love picking you up, my dear," said the slim blonde Lauren. "I just get wet thinking of all the woman ogling you from behind their windows."

"You're too kind," said Marisol. "And you've got a one-track mind. I do too, come to think of it."

They had a rule: no kissing in daytime outside the house. So, when they rolled up to a red light, they gave each other a wet kiss on the mouth. Two dudes were in the car next to them, and they witnessed them Frenching and had to deal with their instant erections.

"Damn," the driver said. "For sure lesbians."

"Shit, who cares," said the other.

Lauren peeled out of the intersection and she and Marisol had a good laugh at the male dorks. The svelte Latina Marisol got out her cigarettes, Newport Platinum Blue's 100's, and offered one to Lauren. Marisol lit hers and then leaned over and lit Laurens for her. She then bent low and took a whiff of Laurens scent and pulled up her dress and kissed her pussy while she was driving. So naughty.

"Have you been a good girl," said Marisol. "It's has been three days since we had sex."

"I've had some delicious solo sessions, thinking of you when I cum," mewled Lauren.

"Me too baby girl," said Marisol. "I think about your pussy all the time."

"Have you been thinking nasty thoughts about it?" asked Lauren.

"Yes, very nasty," said Marisol. "Thoughts that would get me arrested."

"Hmmm," mewled Lauren.

They both took long draws on their cigarettes and blew the smoke out the window. My god they looked sexy.

"Nothing like a cigarette before one makes an entrance," said Lauren. "Damn, this tastes good to me. How about you?"

Lauren's question caught Marisol inhaling. "My second favorite taste," she said as she blew out the smoke. "After you, you whore."

"That's it, talk dirty to me," said Lauren, smiling wantonly at Marisol.

Marisol reached across the center console and put her index finger in Lauren's steamy box. She wiggled it around and brought the digit to Lauren's mouth.

"Oh my God, it's so good," said Lauren. "Take some for yourself."

Without speaking Marisol dipped her index and middle fingers into Lauren and brought it to her mouth.

"Hmmm, mmm," she said. "God I will never get used to how good you taste."

They drove for a couple minutes in silence. Lauren swore herself that she had an orgasm.

"How did I get so lucky," she said quietly. "I guess it's just being in the right place at the right time." She was thinking of the first time she laid eyes on Marisol when she was getting dressed in her mother's bedroom.

"That girl is a rock star," she thought. She'd never forget the experience.

"I've got our favorite gum too," Marisol said, passing a piece of Wrigley's wintergreen Lauren.

"What a scout: "Always Be Prepared," said Lauren, giggling. "You know, my weight has not changed a pound in six months," said Lauren. "Smoking has cornered the market on that. I would say the same for you, no?"

"It changes by a pound or two, but always back to 114 lbs.," said Marisol.

"Attagirl," said Lauren. She took a left off the main thoroughfare, and then the first right and they had arrived.

"I can't wait to meet the additional couple," said Marisol.

"Riley said they were hot," said Lauren. "I suppose we'll find out."

*****

They knocked on the door and were greeted by the pretty brunette Addison, Riley's roommate.

"Hey girl, how's it going," said Lauren. She leaned in for a kiss and Addison kissed her on the lips, slipping Lauren a little tongue.

"You're right on time," said Addison. "The others walked in just before you."

"Hi Addison, long time no see," said Marisol. "My, don't you look gorgeous."

"Look who's talkin'," said Addison. She kissed Marisol on the lips, moaning into the kiss.

Riley was still in the kitchen and knew Marisol and Lauren quite well, so Addison just introduced the newcomers.

"Elena and Natalie, this is Lauren and Marisol," said Addison.

Elena and Natalie both said "Hi" to them and smiled their best smiles.

Marisol and Lauren were the aggressors and took the newcomers' hands and pulled them in for mouth kisses. There was no tongue this time.

The pretty girls, Elena (brunette with blonde highlights), and Natalie (beautiful jet black hair), both experienced acceptance and love from the girls as they gave them delicious mouth kisses.

The four girls began chatting away as Addison went to the kitchen to assist Riley. She had planned the perfect meal for a Tea Party, and the two of them started to bring out the cheeseburgers (both big and small with three types of cheese), grilled ham and cheese, and various fruit and vegetable dishes (of course, celery). Red and white wines for drinks, and brownies and ice cream for dessert. So much food; so little time.

Addison and Riley were the oldest of the group, both 23 and a year out of college. Elena and Natalie were both college juniors, and Lauren and Marisol were college freshman and high school juniors respectively. Kind of an odd mix of ages, but not when one considers how experienced Lauren and Marisol were. They felt right at home.

They swapped brief stories about their backgrounds and coming out stories (they were all out). They also shared how they knew one another and their loves, likes, and dislikes sexually. Randy girls all, there were no dislikes and plenty of loves. And the question was asked,

"How many Tea Parties or sex parties had they been too?" asked the buxom Riley. The answers varied from "a real lot" to "I don't know ten, maybe fifteen." They cleared the table and got ready for the evening.

The gorgeous Riley went into her bedroom and got the bed ready and kept two pillows. The rest she pushed to the floor out of the field of play, as it were. Her king-sized bed had had no problem fitting six girls in the past, and she always had the second bedroom. Addison got four liter-sized bottles, already with each gal's name on them. It was a nice little gesture. Riley pointed out that unless anyone had an objection, at the end of the night her and Addison would sleep with Marisol and Lauren. The other two baes would sleep alone in the extra bedroom.

Natalie then got onto the bed and called Elena with her, and they both went to the head of the bed on their knees and turned around, with their backs to the wall. They were both leaking, and Natalie put her index finger and rolled it around her cunt, offering the gift to Elena. Riley and Addison got on their backs and skooched to front of the bed until they were looking at two dripping pussies above them. Riley took Elena, and Addison Natalie.

"This looks familiar," joked Riley. The six ladies all giggled.

"Sure does," said Addison. "It looks like ice cream. With melting marshmallow toppings. Lick, lick. Lick. Lick, lick. Yummy." Their guests were already creamy in anticipation and when they were touched by Riley and Addison's tongues they practically exploded with pleasure.

Marisol and Lauren watched as Riley and Addison set about eating their guests. Soon they would join in the feast, the younger gals laying on their stomachs, Marisol eating Riley, and Lauren on Addison. The sight was amazing, with all the women having shaved pussies, all of them having slender bodies, all of them having beautifully made-up faces. Better than and porn video, because they all knew what they were doing, all six of them became slithering women who love women. Natalie and Elena were the Queens for the day, sitting proudly on their comfy thrones.

The arrangement was the highlight of their evening, multiple orgasms ensuing. This was a replay of the reason they became WLW in the beginning, and their shimmering bodies and souls once again confirmed their decision.

Marisol gave Riley's feet a bath, literally, and she really responded. She put the feet one at time in her mouth and washed the toes lovingly with her lips and tongue. When she was done with a foot, she inserted it in her pussy for a while, and Riley took note. She was still bringing Elena off. She went back to the pussy, sloppily making love with her tongue, pointing it toward the cervix, washing the sides of her tunnel, playing with her labia, and always stimulating her clit with her mouth, tongue, and fingers.

There were several other combinations of women and they ended at midnight.

*****

Marisol and Lauren were tired but happy. They got up in the morning and had breakfast with everyone before taking off for home. Lauren was happy with the Tea Party but felt like Natalie and Elena were too passive. Of course, she knew only speak about it to Marisol. She didn't want to figure it out; she felt that she and Marisol acquitted themselves spectacularly and gave more than they got. Her aggressive style led to four orgasms for the others, and she was sure Marisol was the same or better.

She truly loved the hot couple Riley and Addison and especially loved the parties they put on. For now, they would say "yes" to future invites. She and Marisol both had two orgasms.

On the drive home to Marisol's house, they talked about the party.

"What do you think about that one," said Lauren.

"The party?" asked Marisol. "I love the concept, but beyond two couples it seems like a crap shoot in terms of chemistry. I wasn't sure that Natalie and Elena were that into it."

"For sure," said Lauren. "Besides that, they were rather frumpy. I know it's mean but that seems to have a big impact on the dynamics. At least I think so."

"You're right," said Marisol. "I was afraid to speak up about it, but they were, shall we say, out of our league."

"Exactly," said Marisol. "Oh well. Let's agree not to press the issue with Riley. I kind of think they are new friends with her and Addison. But, if Riley makes it clear that what we say won't get back to them, I think we can be honest about our experience."

"Cool," said Marisol. "Want a cigarette?"

"Yes, it's just what I need," said Lauren. "Smoking always mellows me out."

"Yeah, you and me both," said Marisol. She handed a Newport to her lover and lit it while she drove. Then, she lit her own, and took a deep drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for a long time before exhaling out the window.

"Hey, I think we deserve a donut or something," said Marisol. "Can we peel over to Publix and their coffee shop?"

"Oh babe, I like the way you think," said Lauren.

They took a U-turn at the light and stopped at the Publix where they continued their conversation.

*****

They settled into a corner table, checking out the patrons.

"I'd bet fifty cents she's a les," said Marisol, nodding toward the only woman in line at the register.

"What gives her away?" asked Lauren. "Her clothes."

"Nothing," said Marisol. "It's just the vibe she gives off.

"OK. Is she a top or bottom," said Lauren. "I could ask her."

"Bottom," said Marisol. "But don't dare ask her that. If she comes over here, ask her to sit with us. I know how aggressive you can be. I love it, but we're just people watching."

"Back to the party," said Lauren. "You know, Riley and Addison are rather easy to get off. We've been to quite a few Tea Parties, and I have to say they are orgasmic."

"Oh yeah, just like us," said Marisol. "They've been together since their sophomore years at Texas," said Marisol. "We should have asked one of them if marriage is in their future."

"I think they will stay together and get married," said Lauren. "What say you?"

"You know, they never disagree about anything when we're there," said Marisol. "I'd have to say I agree with you. They are nice to us; I'm sure that there will be more invitations coming our way. Maybe not with Natalie and Elena- although they have great first names."

"Yeah, but not as nice as ours," said Lauren. "Lauren and Marisol. Marisol and Lauren."

"Are you thinking you might want to be the `husband' at our wedding?" asked Lauren. I don't think that means you have to wear a tux. We can both be girly girls."

"There is no way am I wearing a tux," said Marisol. "I want to wear a dress, maybe my mom's. It was an exquisite one, made by the top wedding dress make on Monterrey. Let's have her show it to us. What say you?

"Oh, I'd love that," said Lauren. "How about today. Just a peek."

"Doesn't hurt to ask her," said Marisol. "OK, I'm texting her right now."

"Really, we're two femmes, two switches," said Lauren. "That is why were so compatible, in my humble opinion. I don't have a strong opinion about the about the husband thing. But I think you should, if you want to, play that role. I love that about you; if feel safe, respected with you."

"Awww, so sweet," said Marisol. With that she leaned into Lauren and kissed her, just a peck on the lips. She saw the girl looking at them and smiling and she came and sat at the next table.

"Have you given thought our last names," said Marisol. "I kind of like using both our names, in hyphenated format. Or not. But we have two beautiful names, Alameda and Kennedy, and we should use them."

"First of all, we're on the same page there," said Lauren. "Second, I feel its worth looking at the legal aspects of it. Actually, talk to a lawyer to get it right."

"You're already trying to get a divorce, and we aren't even married yet," said Marisol, giggling.

Lauren had a good laugh at that one and looked at the girl's table. The girl was looking at her.

"Hi," said Lauren. "Want to join us?"

"I think I will," said the girl.

"I'm Lauren, and this is Marisol," said Lauren. "Scooch right in here. This has to be the world's smallest table."

"My name is Lorelei," she said. "Nice to meet you." She shook the two lovers' hands.

"We're talking about our wedding which seems like it is years off," said Marisol. "We haven't set a date yet."

"Oh fun," said Lorelei. "You two are gorgeous, and you'll probably have a magical wedding."

"Why thank you," said Marisol. "You're very pretty too. Is there someone in your life"

"Well, my girlfriend and I just broke up," said Lorelei. "So, I guess I'm back on the market, ha. "I'm in my second year at HCC, and my grades are important to me. I'm taking a break from girlfriends."

"Really?" said Lauren. "I'm in my first year at HCC. Taking general Ed courses and trying to keep my GPA high so that I can transfer to Texas, or a similar school. With Marisol of course."

"Texas is a great school," said Lorelei. "My ex and I took some of the same classes, but she is transferring to Oklahoma State...without me. But I've moved on and won't bore you with the details."

"So, your girlfriend and you," said Marisol. "Did you host or go to any Tea Parties? The reason I'm asking such a random question is that we just came from one and the hosts were great but the third couple, not so much. We were just trying to figure out what went wrong."

"I've been going to Tea Parties for about five years," said Lorelei. "The softball team held them several times my junior and senior years; they're my favorite thing. Well, one of them. I did host one too ."

"Interesting," said Lauren. "Tell us more."

"To answer your question, I went to a couple where individuals or couples just didn't mesh," said Lorelei. "It really came down to how comfortable they are with, uh, sex with strangers. I hope this is not too much information but I'm pretty I think I have a good body image; I love sex."

"Damn, where were you yesterday," said Lauren. "Don't answer that question. What are you doing after you have your coffee and cinnamon roll?"

Lauren and Marisol looked at each other and smiled. They were on a mission it turns out, to rid themselves of the Natalie-Elena experience.

"We could go to my house," said Lauren. "My mom works at the fragrance bar at Macy's, and she'll be gone all day. Besides, she's gay, and is happy that I've been with Marisol for two years. You wanna come over?"

"Speaking for me, I find you really attractive," said Marisol. "We could have fun."

"For sure honey," said Lauren. "You are hot! If it isn't obvious, we're both femmes and switches. It normally makes for a very hot time"

"I'm down for it," said Lorelei. "You two are the kind of banging babes that I fantasize about. I'm a femme too, and I like to do really anything."

*****

The two lovers got in the Audi and drove to Lauren's house, and Lorelei followed her late model Honda. When the three of them got into Callie's condo, Lauren shouted,

"Anyone home? Just as I expected, no one is here," said Lauren. "You guys want something to drink?"

"I would just like some water," said Lorelei.

"Me too," said Carmen.

"Well, that makes three," said Lauren. She opened the frig, took out three waters, and took a marker and wrote "L", "M", and "Lorelei" on them.

As she was doing this, Marisol had turned to Lorelei and was kissing her hard on the mouth.

"Can't turn my back on you guys for five seconds," said Lauren. "Follow me to my bedroom."

The two women separated and followed Lauren.

"Wow, you really know how to create a lesbian space," said Lorelei. "A beautiful bedroom, just like you."

Lorelei turned to Lorelei and didn't even acknowledge what she said before kissing her long and hard, with plenty of tongue. Marisol, meanwhile, was getting undressed, and began to undress Lorelei as her kiss ended. In no time the girls were naked, and Lorelei adopted the position of "Queen for a Day", having assumed the head of the classic three-way chain that saw Lauren licking her cunt and Marisol muff diving on Lauren. Lorelei faced Lauren's pussy and lowered her cunt onto Lauren's waiting mouth. She had done this many times before and soon was rocking her crotch back and forth.

Lorelei was flattered that the two beauties would pick her up from Publix, and she was turned on. She played with Lauren's tit, tweaking, grabbing, twisting, and slapping them so that Lauren's sensitive nipples were fully erect.

"Damn, you guys are hot," said Lorelei. "I love it."

Marisol didn't look up right away, she was already deep into Lauren's cunt: fingers, mouth, and tongue. She loved the feel of the shaved mons, and she loved Lauren's nectar.

Lorelei said, "I want a kissing break. I need to kiss you both; you two are fucking special."

She scooched down Laurens body and deeply kissed Marisol, tasting Lauren's essence in the process too.

"Oohhh, so good," she said. "You both taste so yummy."

"I want a kiss too," said Lauren. Lorelei spun around and grabbed Lauren, kissing her, and giving lots of tongue. She tasted herself on Lauren, and simply loved it.

"Shit, I can see you guys as married," said Lorelei. "No holds barred sex: morning, noon, and night. Fuck." She assumed her position at the head and lowered her cunt slowly onto Lauren.

"Yeah, that's it baby, put your pussy on Lauren's mouth," said Marisol. "You're a doll. You know that don't you, pretty dyke. Publix girlfriend, cunt lapping whore."

Lauren had been eating at Lorelei's Y for ten minutes, give or take. She was inspired to start on her ass. She always plays with the cheeks, nipping them, slapping them. Now she was going to go for the prize, her asshole. Yeah, she knew you're not supposed to go back and forth between the cunt and the asshole. One can transfer some bacteria from the asshole to the pussy, but it has never been a problem with anyone within her circle.

First, she started to get it nice and wet, tonging from her pussy directly to her asshole and back, circling the hole, putting pressure on her anal orifice. She hadn't penetrated it yet, just warming it up. She returned to her pussy, licking the labia, penetrating the tunnel of love, even licking the urethra. She was treated not only with Lorelei's nectar steadily flowing from the pussy, but also with her piss. Lorelei couldn't help herself; she at first let go a steady dribble, but it kept coming, and Lauren drank it all.

Lauren couldn't resist playing with her clit, circling it with her tongue, licking it hard up and down, back and forth. She shook her head like a porn goddess, for indeed she was. Lauren, and Marisol, were among the highest energy lovers she'd ever had; they had just spent the night trading orgasms. You never know that they were running on five hours of sleep.

Marisol knew how to get Lorelei warmed up, pre-orgasmic, and then go for the kill. She ate her like a peach, the tongue moving all direction, her mouth covering the clit, sucking it, pulling it. She had two fingers in her pussy, and she was jilling her steadily. Lauren was feeling it and started to rotate her hips.

All three girls were mewling, loudly. Their guttural exclamations were filling the house (which had been silent).

"Ahhhhnnhh, Ahhhhnnhh, yeah, don't stop," said Lorelei. "Ugghh, don't you dare stop."

"Yeah, yeah," cried Lauren, over and over. "You like it? You getting off, you dirty lesbian whore?"

"Ohhh, baby girl," said Lorelei. "It so good. So, fucking good. Yeah, yeah. Do me, do me with your magic tongue. I haven't had sex for a couple weeks now. Do me you lesbian bitch."

"That's it Marisol, fuck me harder," said Lauren. "Fuck me with your mouth and with your fingers. You know what to do."

When Lauren, who had been lying on her back while eating Lorelei with her legs flat, bent her knees and raised her ass a little, Marisol took the hint. It was time for Lauren to come and she gladly started paying attention to her asshole. First, she blew on it, watching it involuntarily clench. Then she moved her knees so that Lorelei could pull them back while she got the angle she was looking for. Lauren moaned and mewled.

Alternating between fingers massaging it and tongue rimming it, she began to penetrate with her tongue, a little bit at a time. In out, in out, lick, lick lick. With her right thumb she was flicking Lauren's sizeable clit: the little soldier's helmet was now out and wanting to play. Flick, flick, flick. She played Lauren like a virtuoso and was rewarded with the gentle but unending stream of honey.

Lauren and Lorelei came together. Both girls locked their legs around their partner: Lorelei squeezed Lauren's head between her knees, and Lauren grabbed Marisol's head and held it to her fire. She kept up her assault on Lorelei, but at one point she just froze as she came.

"Oh god, oh god," cried Lauren. "Unngg, Unngg, Ahh, Ahhhhh." She cried a silent prayer of pleasure. "Keep doing that Marisol," I'm cumming too. "Oh god, I'm cumming...She went silent for about ten seconds as her body was wracked with spasms emanating from her crotch. Her cunt was on fire; her lips frozen in a "O" shape as she orgasmed

"Oh, oh, oh I'm cumming, I'm cumming," said Lorelei. "Fuck, fuck Fuuuccckk." She wrapped Lauren as tight as she could with her knees, cumming in streams. She arched her back as she came and came. She fell forward onto Lauren. She was done.

Marisol was a witness to the sexual "suicides" of Lorelei and Lauren. She laughed to herself thinking,

"My god, look what I have I done."

Lauren and Lorelei were out of it, one massive tangle of arms and legs. Marisol would join them seconds later as her she got on her knees and praised the goddesses of Lesbos and rubbed her clit `til she too was finished.

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