Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2023 15:52:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Andrew St.Clair <andy.stclair@aol.com>
Subject: Natalie and Beth -- Ch. 4 (category: Lesbian/Adult Friends)

Natalie and Beth -- Ch. 4 (category: Lesbian/Adult Friends). Katie McKinnon
(author), Andy St.Clair (series editor)

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I slept somewhat restlessly that night and woke up pretty early, at 6
AM. Beth was still sound asleep. I carefully slid out of bed and went into
the bathroom to take a quick shower. The hot water was relaxing. I closed
my eyes and tried to recall the mind-blowing experience from the night
before. I took some shower gel from the dispenser and lathered up my
privates, my thighs and my upper body. The scent of the fragrance was
invigorating. I probably spent 5 minutes daydreaming, just enjoying the
moment, before any worry about what all of it meant became my primary
concern. Then I turned off the shower, dried myself off and went back into
my room to quietly get dressed. But Beth was no longer in the bed. I
panicked momentarily. Where was she? Why would she get up before I came
back from the shower? I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. There
was no sign of her there either. I could feel my heart racing. Did she have
regrets about last night and wanted to get out of the house before I saw
her? I nervously went to the guest room and carefully, without knocking,
opened the door a tiny crack and peered inside. To my great relief, there
she was, seemingly fast asleep in the guest bed. Just as quietly I closed
the door again and went into the kitchen to make plenty of coffee and a
bagel for myself.

10 minutes later I sat down in the living room with my breakfast and some
papers I needed to read for work. I was still a bit puzzled by, and worried
about, Beth's behavior. Why did she not wait another minute before going
downstairs? But I took it as a good sign that she went back to bed instead
of just leaving. I was beginning to experience signs of intense
jealousy. How dare she have other priorities than me! I quickly caught
myself and felt embarrassed. I am not a teenager, for Christ's sake! What
happened last night is a lot to process, for me, but especially for Beth. I
had to be very respectful of her, and give her the time and space
needed. Heck, I didn't even know what I wanted myself. Was I crazy to be
having a sexual relationship with someone half my age? A woman no less? I
knew I had to sort through all of these feelings, not to mention think of
the practical implications. But there was no reason to rush anything. At
the moment it was most important to give Beth a place to get away from her
abusive home situation. But wait: she had mentioned something about a
sister. I immediately regretted not asking about this sooner. I made a
mental note to bring up that issue today. I needed to let Beth know that I
cared about her and would be supportive of her, no matter what the
complications. I knew then that I was beginning to fall deeply in love with
this young lady. And I was ok with that. The thought actually filled me
with happiness and excitement.

About an hour passed until my girls woke up and started chit-chatting in
their bedroom upstairs. I did not want them to wake up Beth as theirs was
directly above the guest bedroom, and so I went upstairs to bring them down
for breakfast. They placed their "orders" and went into the basement to
watch some TV after I told them that Beth was still sleeping in the guest
bedroom. They were very respectful of her, which made me proud of
them. After bringing down their requests on a tray, I went back to the
living room to catch up on the latest news. I had barely sat down when the
guestroom door opened and Beth staggered out. She plopped herself down next
to me on the couch and started to cry. I was mortified. "What's wrong," I
asked her in the most concerned voice I could muster. She told me that
there had been an incident at her house last night and that neighbors had
called the police. Because her phone was turned off, no one could contact
her. That was why she left the room so abruptly while I was still in the
shower. She was just pretending to sleep when I opened her door. For a
minute I considered scolding her for not telling me sooner, but then
decided to be supportive. This wasn't about me, after all.

We sat there discussing the situation for a while and considered the
options. I suggested she call her dad to get him involved. Not only would
he have more pull with Children and Family Services, if it came to that, he
was also a lawyer (as Beth had told me) who would be extremely
resourceful. She said she wanted to go over to her house after breakfast,
and I offered to either drive her or loan her my car again. She chose the
former option because she said she did not want to deprive me of my car for
the day. This made perfect sense, and so, after breakfast, we all piled
into my car and took a ride to Beth's house. Her mom's boyfriend had been
arrested the night before and was still in jail this morning, so there was
no danger of him being there and I just let her go upstairs without having
to worry about her safety. She promised to update me during the day, and I
was happy she considered me enough of a priority to say that.

The girls and I puttered around the house for a few hours and then went to
the park for some outdoor fun. It was Sunday, the weather was mild for this
time of year, and I was happy to just be outside spending time with my
girls. I caught myself wondering about how they might react to Beth living
with us, if it came to that. But then it occurred to me that this thought
was rather presumptuous. I needed to keep my feet on the ground and take it
one step at a time. In the mid afternoon we headed back to the pool. The
girls had lessons scheduled, and I was actually happy to get into the water
with them, for a change. Beth was not there. She had texted me a bit
earlier that things were under control but that she would take the day off
from lifeguarding duties. She would update me later. I was pleased, though
a bit disappointed as well. Again I caught myself having these selfish
thoughts and scolded myself for them. But I knew this was happening because
I was falling in love.

While the girls were having their lessons with another instructor, I went
to the showers to wash the nasty chlorine smell off my body. Being a
relatively quiet, somewhat cool, Sunday afternoon, the women's changing
room was empty. I entered a shower stall, turned on the water, and let the
powerful spray envelope my body. I closed my eyes and my thoughts were once
again centered on my teenage lover. I was wondering how she was doing
amidst her family crisis, and if last night had just been a welcome
diversion for her, a way to deal with the pain and anxiety, or if it had
been more than that. And what would the future hold? What should I do and
how did I really feel about what had happened? Just then the shower-stall
door opened and the star of my imagination stepped in, except that she was
in the flesh. Before I could say or do anything, she had slung her arms
around my neck and started to kiss me passionately. So what happened last
night wasn't a dream after all, I thought to myself. I responded by placing
my arms around her back and holding her close. We continued our kiss for
another couple of minutes before she slowly went down to her knees and
buried her face in my pussy. I could feel her tongue swirling around my
clit, then exploring further down before coming back up to finish the job
of getting me off. It did not take me long at all. My orgasm was short but
powerful, and it took me several minutes to fully recover during which my
knees and thighs felt week and almost buckled at one point. Thankfully Beth
was there to support me by embracing me and holding me up. We both broke
out in hysterical laughter.

After I had recovered my strength somewhat I remembered that I needed to be
back poolside to receive my girls from their swim class. But Beth told me
not to worry and just left me standing there. I got the message and was
very grateful to have a few minutes to myself to get dressed and freshen
up. When I went back outside Beth had the girls all ready to leave. I asked
her what her plans were for the rest of the afternoon and she said that she
would be stopping by as soon as her shift ended at 7:30. I was confused
because I thought she had taken the day off, but she must have changed her
mind and taken over someone else's shift. We drove home and started getting
ready for an early dinner. My knees still felt a bit unsteady and I was
glad when I finally had the chance to sit down and put up my legs.

Beth arrived just in time to help me put the girls to bed. They were happy
to see her but disappointed there was no time left to play. But Beth said
that she would be playing with them tomorrow. That seemed to satisfy
them. I headed to the kitchen to clean up the rest of the dinner
dishes. Beth came up from behind and put her arms around my waist. She
moved in to kiss my neck and shoulders. "I want you to make passionate love
to me tonight, Natalie. I need you so much, and I need your love and
affection." These powerful words almost bowled me over, but I welcomed
them. I was so glad she requited my affection. The truth was, I was madly
in love with her by now and I could not wait to be back in bed with her, to
kiss her, and to wrap myself around her beautiful body.

After making out in the kitchen for a bit, we went back to the living room
and sat down to talk. I wanted to hear how her day had gone and what was
going on with her family, particularly her sister. I felt bad about
monopolizing Beth's free time when such a crisis was at hand. But she
reassured me that things were now under control. The episode last night had
been a wake-up call for her mom, and the Department of Children and Family
Services had put the fear of God into her. According to Beth, her mother
had reassured her that she had learned her lesson and this boyfriend was
history. Beth herself was a little less sanguine about the whole thing, but
was willing to give her mom the benefit of the doubt, for now. I reassured
Beth that she was making the right call. Only time would tell how this
would develop. She also told me that her dad had taken her sister to his
house out of state for the rest of the weekend and maybe longer.

We sat there for a while and talked about her plans for the summer and
beyond. She told me that the following weekend was her first-year
orientation at college, and she asked me to accompany her in lieu of her
mom or dad. I was very flattered by this invitation and told her that it
would take me a day or two to make the necessary arrangements. Before I
could even ask, Beth explained that she did not want to spend close,
personal time with her mom right now given all that had happened between
them, and that her father was likely busy with her sister. The thought of
spending time with Beth excited me. We would be spending two nights at a
hotel, she said, and be on campus together all day on Saturday. Naturally I
would have to attend the events intended for parents. I found the prospect
of that amusing, and I was glad to be playing that role for a couple of
days. It would be great fun, assuming I could talk my mom into taking the
girls for the weekend.

I had opened a new bottle of wine when we sat down to chat, and it was
almost completely empty by now. I felt a pretty strong buzz, which I wasn't
used to as I usually don't drink more than a glass. Beth had had a couple
of glasses herself and was definitely a bit tipsy. So I suggested we go
upstairs to bed. I definitely wanted her to spend the night with me
again. Before we went upstairs, however, I did ask her if she thought her
mom would be ok alone. Beth replied that her mom had gone to her sister's,
who lived a couple of towns over, for the rest of the weekend. That
satisfied me. As hot as I was for Beth, I did not want to cause more
problems than already existed.

On the way upstairs, Beth grabbed my hand. I held it firmly as we both
staggered up the steps. It was a funny situation, and we both started
giggling. When we reached the top of the stairs we could not find the light
switch, which was totally silly since I had been living in that house for
almost 10 years. But here we were, in the near complete darkness, fumbling
our way around the hallway. Suddenly Beth grabbed me from behind and slung
me around, causing me to trip and fall to the floor, with her falling right
on top of me. Before I could say anything her mouth was already on mine and
her tongue was aggressively entering my mouth. I responded by pulling her
close to me, opening my legs so I could wrap them around her. My hands slid
under her shirt and up her back. I quickly unhooked her sports-bra and
tried to take off her shirt. Once that was accomplished, I grabbed her
tight fitting shorts and tried to pull them off, but they were still
buttoned and I could not get them off her. All the while we were kissing
wildly. We were both incredibly hot for each other.

Suddenly we were interrupted by the voice of my older daughter, Jasmine,
who had obviously woken up from the noise. She opened her bedroom door and
walked into the hallway. Since it was dark, she could not see what was
going on, but both Beth and I jumped to our feet. I said, "I will handle
it," and ushered Jasmine back into her bed. Naturally she wanted to know
what was going on, but I reassured her that I had just tripped on the way
up the stairs in the dark. When I finally got back to my bedroom, Beth was
already in my bed, motioning for me to join her. I certainly needed no
special invitation, and so I got under the blanket and laid down next to
her. Beth was naked. I was still incredibly turned on and immediately began
kissing her again. My hand was on her butt, which I adored. I made a mental
note to myself to pay it special attention during our impending love-making
session.

"Make love to my pussy, please, Natalie, I need your tongue there," Beth
cooed into my ear. I was only too willing to comply and soon found myself
between her smooth legs with my face firmly buried in her soaking cunt. It
tasted so good, I just could not get enough of it. But my real target this
time was her anal opening. After tonguing and fingering her to her first
climax, my eager tongue soon focused on her adorable butthole. I spread her
cheeks with my thumbs and entered her as deeply as I could with my
tongue. The alcohol in me definitely urged me on. I was on a roll. After
lubricating her hole with my saliva, I started to gently push my index
finger into the cavity. Her hole received my finger willingly. In the
meantime my mouth went back to her clit and stimulated her again. I could
tell that Beth was really enjoying this. "Yes, Natalie, fuck my ass, please
baby, yes," she urged me on. I added a second finger to my anal assault and
this pushed her over the edge for the second time. After her orgasm had
subsided a bit, I slowed down my ass-fucking motion and slowly withdrew my
fingers, first one, then the other. The entire time my mouth with still on
her clit. Now it moved to her inner thighs and bathed them in a mixture of
my saliva and her own juices. Her skin felt so soft, I just could not get
enough of it.

I proceeded to lick and kiss my way down her legs to her feet, and when I
had reached her knees I moved my left leg across her body into a 69
position. I massaged her sexy calves and kissed her knee caps. Just then I
felt her hands on my pussy and a finger entering me. I abandoned my idea of
making love to Beth's feet and instead moved my body backwards, allowing
Beth to use her tongue on me, which she did very skillfully. Eventually I
turned around and straddled her face, giving her tongue access deep inside
of me. Within a relatively short time I experienced a shattering climax and
I ad to stop myself from screaming to loud in order not to wake up the
girls. It felt so amazing. I have never been a squirter, but my juices just
kept flowing freely, and Beth's face was covered in the sweet honey
dripping from my cunt. I moved down a bit and we locked into an endless
kiss, with our bodies practically glues together. Eventually we were both
exhausted and just feel asleep in each other's arms. Right before I drifted
off, I whispered "I love you, baby," into her ear, but I am not sure she
heard me any longer as there was no response. Beth was sound asleep.

END OF CHAPTER 4