Date: Mon, 03 Apr 2006 20:40:10 +0100 From: susan k Subject: Bernadette Love, at first sight This is a fictitious story that includes graphic descriptions of explicit sex between two 14 year old girls and one of their mothers. If this subject matter is likely to offend you, or if you are underage to read such material where you live, then read no further! The author retains copyright in the material and the story may not be reproduced in whole or part in any other site or medium without the written permission of the author. However, you are welcome to download a copy to your computer and print it out for your own entertainment. Contact suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk Bernadette Love, at first sight! Chapter 1 -- The first sight. The day Bernie joined my school, joined my class, was the day my world started changing. She took my breath away. Almost literally. The first impression of me, if she noticed me at all, was the fourteen year old girl choking over the other side of the room. It's not that she was beautiful in the classic Miss World sense, and only a few of the boys were checking her out with any enthusiasm. There was just something about her that sent a big WOW exploding in my brain. I hadn't a clue why that happened. I had never been attracted to a girl before, never to a boy either coming to think of it! At fourteen, I wasn't in any hurry to start dating, and for once I agreed with my mum that there would be plenty of time for all that when I passed my exams at sixteen. In any case I hadn't met a boy that stirred any longings in me. But this girl! She was sweet looking, slightly too large lips that smiled a little with nerves as she looked round the faces in the room all looking at her. Her hair was thick, black and wavy and had a tendency to fall over her face so that she kept pushing it back with her hand. She waited patiently for Mr Hinds to look up from his books which he did when the sounds of chairs sliding, people sitting and getting books out and the mumbles of conversations went quiet. Then he noticed the girl by the blackboard. "Yes?" he asked in his usual brusque manner. "Bernadette Love sir," she stated and the inevitable ripples of sniggering started. "I'm new here." "Shut up!" he shouted, not at her but at the class in general, "Next moron to laugh is in detention!" Then, in a softer voice to her, "OK, Bernadette you're already in the register so welcome to the school. There's a spare desk by Lynda, the fair haired girl over there; go and sit down and share her text book for now. See me at the end of the lesson and I'll find a book for you." The one next to mine was the only spare desk in the class so there wasn't a choice. I was painfully shy and didn't make friends easily, so I was usually on my own and that's how I liked it. The desks were arranged in pairs and if there was a spare desk it was usually next to me. I suppose they saw me as the class loner, and so someone best left alone. "Thank you sir." She came over towards me and for some reason my heart seemed to be beating faster and louder than usual. She flicked her thick black hair away from her face and her eyes seemed to be black too. As she got close I could see they were dark brown like pools of plain chocolate. I smiled and she smiled back. Mr Hinds brought over an exercise book. "Here you are Bernadette; you can use this to take notes. Use it as a general note book for now and no doubt all the teachers will give you homework books etc." The first lesson was English Literature with our class teacher, Mr Hinds, so after taking the register he went straight into the lesson. Bernadette opened her exercise book and wrote in the margin `Hi, Bernie' and pushed the book to the edge of the desk nearest to me. The Twelfth Night book was in the middle of us anyway so that we could both see it. While the teacher was turned towards the board writing, I wrote beneath her name `hi, Lyn' and then to show I was friendly, `nice eyes!' She beamed and took her pencil and wrote beneath that, `thanks, nice tits!' I couldn't believe what I read and turned to her with my mouth open and eyes wide in mock shock. She rubbed it out again straight away and wrote `oops sorry' instead. Mr Hinds turned round then and the silent conversation ended. I waited at the end of the lesson while she got the book and showed her the way to the physics lab way behind everybody else. "Nice tits?" I asked, smiling, while we walked along the empty corridor. "Sorry", she laughed, "it was the first thing I noticed. No offence?" "No, just a surprise. Quite flattering really, no-one's ever said that before. They're too small of course." "No, I meant it, they're cute. What are they? B cup?" "Bernie! You're terrible!" "What? You don't need to be shy. We're both girls. Hey I'm sorry." "No sorry, it's me. I AM a bit shy." "OK I won't mention your boobs again. Can you lend me your timetable and I'll copy it out at lunchtime?" I led her to the lessons all morning and we sat together on a bench after dinner while she copied out the timetable. I liked being with her. The more I saw her the more I felt some strange desires in me. I felt a definite attraction to her and time after time my eyes were drawn down to her boobs which were much bigger than mine. I was embarrassed at getting these feelings and I hoped she wouldn't notice. But she did. "Lyn, can I ask you something?" she said as she gave me back the timetable. "Yes, of course." "I know you don't want me to mention your boobs again, even though I think they're lovely. But I've seen you looking at mine a few times. I don't mind that at all, but what are you thinking when you look?" I must have turned bright red. "I- I- I'm so s-sorry," I stammered. "I really don't mean to. I just can't help it for some reason." "Hey, I said I don't mind. It's only fair after I admitted looking at yours. I just wondered what you were thinking about. Are you thinking you'd like to see them, or touch them or are you just admiring from afar?" "Oh god. I wasn't coming on to you or anything. I'm not like that. They do look nice though." "Shit! I've embarrassed you again. In my house we're very open about sex and stuff and I sometimes assume everyone is like that. You must think I'm a terrible person. I can see that you won't want me as a friend. That's a shame `coz I really like you." "Oh, I do want to be your friend, Bernie. I really do. Please give me a chance." "As I said, I like you Lyn. I'd like to be good friends with you if you'll let me. Would you like that?" "Yes that would be great. I don't really have any friends." "Oh well, in that case I can be your BEST friend then, can't I?" Her dark eyes were shining and her smile was wide. I had a wild desire to kiss those lips but managed to control myself. During the afternoon we stole glances and smiles at one another like I had often seen other girls doing. For me this was all new though. During the afternoon break, after the French lesson, she asked if I would come over to her house or her to mine so that she could compare coursework in each lesson so she could catch up if necessary. I suggested it would be easier for her to come to me to save me carrying all the books to her. When I got home and told Mum a friend was coming over she almost fell over with shock. She was always on at me to make a friend but despaired of ever me having one. When Bernie arrived Mum was too gushing, tried too hard, offering her eats and drinks and to save embarrassment I quickly suggested we go to my room to sort out the coursework. In my room Bernie said, "Is your mum always like that? I felt like a royal visitor or something." "I'm sorry; she's just so pleased I have a friend. You're the first person from school to come over." "God, you really ARE a shy one aren't you." She took off her coat and once again I felt my insides lurch. She looked fantastic. She had a tiny pink crop-top which had a deep U- neck line which showed the slopes of her breasts. There was a good eight inches of her midriff showing before her hip-hugging jeans started. I stared open-mouthed like some village idiot and she waved a hand in front of my eyes to get my attention. "Lyn, honey, are we going to do this work or are you just going to ogle me all evening?" "I'm s..." "Don't dare say you're sorry again," she interrupted, "I told you I don't mind, and I don't." "But I am. I don't know what's up with me. You are just so lovely I can't take my eyes off you. I'm being such a perv today." "Well, get your books out and let's get your eyes back in their sockets for a while. You can look at me again later I promise." We both laughed and we spend the next hour going through each subject. For most, she found she was at least up to the same point at her last school and only in geography was the syllabus very different. I lent her my geography notebook and text book to catch up from. She said at the end, "That wasn't too painful was it? I thought I would have mountains of catching up to do." "Yes, and we got through it all so fast. I thought it would take ages to do. Bernie, do you have to rush off? I could get us a drink and we can have a chat if you like." "Sure. My mum isn't expecting me home till a bit later." I went down and made us both a diet coke and took it back up, with a chocolate bar each that Mum insisted I take. She politely refused the chocolate and I said I would have to stop eating them too if I wanted a flat tummy like hers. She leaned back and patted her bare midriff. "Do you like my tum then?" she asked. "Oh, don't start me ogling you again, it's so embarrassing." "I keep telling you I don't mind at all. In fact it makes me feel real good inside when you do! Would you like to touch my tummy?" "T-t-touch you, I-I-I ..." Words wouldn't come and she took that as a Yes. She took one of my hands and placed it on her skin beneath the crop-top. With her hand covering mine she moved my hand across the exposed flesh and back, then underneath her navel and circled round to where it started. "Oh -- my -- god," I murmured slowly. "What is it Lyn?" "I honestly don't know," I said. "I feel all funny inside. I'd better stop touching you." She looked at me intensely with her big brown eyes. "Lyn, honey, I think I know what you are feeling, because I'm feeling it too." "You are?" "Look, I don't want to scare you off on our first day, but it may help. When I first saw you at your desk his morning it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I had to sit down quick because my legs went like jelly. I thought you were the loveliest thing I'd ever seen and I couldn't believe I was getting so close to you. When you wrote `nice eyes' I went right to pieces and that's why I wrote `nice tits'. I regretted it straight away but I couldn't stop myself." "Wow, that's exactly how I felt. I couldn't even breathe properly when I saw you come in and I started spluttering and coughing. What's going on with us?" "Well, I'm not sure. We obviously like each other but it's a bit scary. It's almost like love at first sight." "Love? But you're a girl!" "Oh, thanks for noticing that!" "No, you know what I mean. It's not... I mean ... Sod it; I don't know what I mean!" "You mean that a girl isn't meant to feel love at first sight for another girl." "Yes. It can't be love, I mean, I'm not like that." "What, so your vagina is not getting wet like mine is?" "Bernie, for goodness sake, you mustn't say things like that, it's so personal. I-I-I don't ..." "It is, isn't it? Show me!" "What?!!" "Lift your skirt up and show me." "No, I ..." "Lyn! Listen, if we are going to be best friends we have to be honest with each other. Look, this is what I mean." With that she stood and unclipped her metallic belt, the catch and zipper on her jeans and slid them down to her knees. She bent at the knees and opened her legs a bit. I tried to look away but couldn't. The underside of her blue panties showed a dark oval shaped wet patch beneath her vagina. "See? This is what you've done to me just touching my tummy! Now - lift your skirt!" I had been steadily oozing moisture ever since Bernie had come so I knew exactly what my crotch must be looking like and it was so very upsetting to have her demanding to see my embarrassing state, but I knew if we were to stay friends I would have to show her as it obviously was important to her. I raised my skirt very slowly but kept my legs together. "Good girl. Now open and let Bernie see." I opened my legs and looked at the same time that she did. My white panties had tried their best to absorb the wetness into the lining, but I wasn't surprised to see a similar stain to hers. Hot tears of shame came into my eyes and she pulled me to my feet and hugged me close. Her jeans had slithered to her ankles and I was still holding my skirt up so our bare legs were against each other. "It's my turn to say sorry Lyn," she said, "That was cruel of me; I know you are shy so that must have been very hard." "But I did it, didn't I?" "Yes, you certainly did, hun, and I'm so proud of you. Will you admit now there's something very strong going on between us?" "Oh Bernie, you know there is. I don't know if its love or lust or what but it scares me to death." We pulled apart a little and just briefly she put her hand beneath me and felt my wetness and took my hand and put it on her wet patch too. And then she was pulling her jeans up. "Lyn it scares me too. Let's leave it like that before we get too emotional. Let's sleep on it and see how we feel tomorrow." We went downstairs and Bernie went and thanked my Mum for letting her come. Mum asked if we had got through all the work and Bernie told her it would be useful if I could help her again, maybe coming to her house the next evening. I saw her out the front door and she gave me a little peck on the mouth. It was unexpected and I wished it had lasted a little longer but then she was gone. I had a terrible night. My head was full of her face, her body, her hair, and her eyes. I was confused. Her talk of love, my feelings of ... what? Love? My wetness, or was that just lust. But even that. Lust? For a girl? Am I a ... Lesbian? Surely not. But I did like her that's for sure. No, more than like. Attracted to? Certainly. Wanted to kiss? Yes. A lot. I must have drifted off to sleep at some stage. Chapter 2 -- First kiss But I was still tired as I rolled up at school. She was waiting at the gate, waving to me, smiling that wide smile of hers. "Hi little Lyn, hey thanks for last night how do you feel this morning, how did you sleep, god its cold this morning." "Hi Bernie, you're welcome, tired, terrible and bloody freezing." "Eh? Oh, I see. Yes I had a bad night too. Couldn't stop thinking about YOU actually. But listen, the reason I wanted to talk to you before we go in, I think I owe you an apology." "What? Why?" "Making you lift your skirt when you're so shy. You were upset I could see. I'm really sorry." "No you were right. We're best friends right?" "Oh yes, if you still want me." "Well you don't need to be shy with your best friend, do you!" "Cool! That's my girl." We started walking into the drive, but then she stopped me with her hand on my elbow. "Just one thing though, this is our secret, yeah?" "Nah, I thought I'd put it on the notice-board that we showed each other our knickers!" She laughed loudly and we went into school giggling. We seemed to be no more than a few feet from each other all day long. Even in the toilet she would be in the next cubicle. I didn't mind at all. Some of the girls, not in my class but in my year, had been pushing me about a little, not hitting me or anything, just hassling me, taking any sweets I may be carrying, stuff like that. I was a little small, a little shy, and they played on that. But being with the stronger looking Bernie I was left alone. During the day Bernie confirmed with me that I was still going to her house that evening about 6.30, although I wasn't sure I could remember why. I left my house a bit early in case I had trouble finding it, but I didn't and I was there a little early at 6.15. I thought I'd come to the wrong door, though, when it was opened by a slim black woman about 32. She was just so beautiful like Bernie and my stomach lurched again and words were hard to get out. "Uh, s-sorry is this where B-Bernadette Love lives?" I asked, not expecting a positive answer. "Oh, you must be Lynda, yes Bernie's expecting you, come in please." I went in and she shook my hand quite formally. "Actually Bernie's just popped round the shop but she won't be a few minutes." "Yes I AM a little early. Um, are you her mum?" She laughed. "I gather she didn't tell you I was black did she?" "No, she omitted that small fact. Sorry, I didn't mean to sound surprised." "It's OK. Can I get you a drink while you're waiting and I'll explain." "Sure. Just a water please." She got me a glass of Evian and we sat in the kitchen. I really didn't understand what was going on with me. I had never felt anything for a woman in my life and yet twice in two days a female had taken my powers of speech away. I told myself to get a grip. "Well, Lynda, Bernadette is indeed my daughter, her father was white though, and that's why she is." "I thought Bernie said she didn't have a dad." "We never married. My parents were very strict and old school. They found out I was seeing a white boy and they stopped it. And they scared him off good when he came round. Never saw him again." "But you were pregnant." "I didn't know that then. I was distraught and angry and I had massive rows with my parents, but it was over. I didn't even notice my period hadn't come. It wasn't till the next one was due I noticed there was nothing on the calendar for the last one. I knew then but was too afraid of my parents to say anything. Of course eventually I started to show and my mother guessed. But it was too late to do anything about it and they wouldn't have let me anyway. Of course when the baby was born white there was all hell let loose. I had shamed the family and they wouldn't have the baby in the house." "My god, that's so awful. Where did you go?" "To my sister first, and then an aunt offered to help. She looked after Bernie while I finished school, went to university then trained as a doctor for six years. I hardly knew Bernie at all. Now my aunt is sick so I have my daughter back at last. We've lost the bond, however, and we are working on getting to know each other again." At that point the front door slammed and Bernie came in with some shopping. "Hi Lyn, you are here already? Sorry I wasn't here for you." We hugged and she looked at her mother. "I see you've met Belle. My Mum. I should've told you." Looking at Bernie now I could see her mother's hair and eyes and lips. "Yes, your mum's been telling me all about how you came to be." "So?" she asked as we went upstairs, "What did you think of Belle?" "Well, not what I expected. But she's lovely. She had such a hard time. And she's like a black version of you in a way. I could quite fancy her too!" "You mean you fancy me then Lyn?" "Oops. Didn't you know? Wasn't that what last night was about?" "I just want to hear you say it." "OK, Lyn fancies Bernadette. There, I've said it." "So does Lyn want to kiss the girl she fancies?" "No ... I mean yes, but this is insane. I shouldn't be thinking of another girl in this way. We'll be laughing stocks at school." "They won't know, unless you put it on that damn notice board." Suddenly a wave of panic went through me. This was madness. "I can't. I can't do this. I ought to go." "Oh Lyn, stay just a while and let's just talk about things. I like you a lot and I know you are feeling the same thing I am feeling. Come and sit down and we'll just talk." "OK. Well tell me about your mum. What do you feel about her? I gather you were brought up by your Aunt." She looked quite sad and it was obviously a struggle to talk about it. "Yes, mum was there when I was a baby, till she finished her `A' levels at school. But then she went to university and I didn't see her much for 3 years. She would come home for a day some weekends but then she went away again. I still called her mum but she became almost a stranger. It was my aunt who was always there for me. Mum came home for a while when she finished university but then went to London to train as a doctor and I saw even less of her. All the while I was at primary school she wasn't about and I almost forgot her. On the odd occasion she came back she was more like an old friend who popped in to see me. I started the secondary school and she was too busy still as a junior doctor somewhere. My aunt, or should I say my great-aunt was getting quite old by then and she got ill about a month ago. My mum finally decided she wanted me back after all this time, but she had a good job down here and I had to move down to stay with her here. She got me in to your school and, well, here I am. The fact is you know Belle almost as well as I do." "Oh, Bernie that's so sad. So how do you feel about her now?" "I don't really know. It's hard to think about her as my mum any more. I call her Belle and it seems easier to be a friend to her. We are trying to build something again, but it's very hard to get close to her again." "Hey don't cry, you'll work it out between you in time." Her tears were streaming down her face though, and I pulled her near to me and she sobbed quietly on my shoulder for what seemed like five minutes. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and whispering between sobs she begged me not to walk out on her too. I kissed her on the mouth, her wet cheeks rubbing against my cheeks. Her crying stopped and she held the back of my head and kissed me hard. I hadn't intended to take our friendship to this level; I had resolved to try to keep it as just school-friends. Now here we were kissing. After a while our mouths opened a little and she was wiggling her tongue against my lips. Using my fading willpower I pulled apart from her and stood there panting like I'd run round the school field. "What's the matter, hun?" she asked. "Matter? What do you think's the matter? I'm kissing a girl! And getting really odd feelings." "What feelings?" "I dunno. Weird feelings. Like in my tummy. No, lower, you know, down there. I can't describe it." "I don't think you have to. I'm feeling it too. Getting wet again too I think." "Yeah, definitely. Very. What's happening Bernie? I'm scared!" "Don't ask me what's happening! I think I'm falling in love maybe." "Oh shit. This can't be happening. That kissing felt so nice." Bernie sat down on her bed deep in thought and I sat down cross-legged on the floor. Neither of us spoke for a while but we looked at each other. After a while she giggled and then laughed out loud, her broad white smile showing off her teeth. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Can't you smell it?" she said. "What? Have you farted or something?" "No. It's this I think," and she pulled up her school skirt. She may have been wet the previous night but now she was drenched like she had peed herself, a dark stain spreading along to the front of her crotch on her blue school knickers. I knelt up and moved a little closer and I could smell it too, but realised I was not smelling very sweet either. I pulled my skirt up too and I was much the same. "Oh my god, where has it all come from?" I asked. I stood up and felt underneath and my fingers were shiny with the juices. Like last night, she reached between my legs feeling the wetness, but this time she kept her hand there, feeling my labia through the saturated material and pushing a finger between them. Part of me wanted to pull away but a more dominant part wanted her to continue. "Oh Lyn, you feel so beautiful, can I take these off?" she asked. I nodded and she pulled my panties down over my bottom and down my legs. "Wow, you look beautiful too down there." She slid her hand back there. "Oooh, its all cold and wet there at the moment. I think I'll take mine off too. Would you like that?" "Mmm yes I'd love to see what you are like." She stood up and started to slide her wet knickers down to her thighs but at that point there was a knock at the bedroom door and Bernie pulled them back up quickly, but not before I caught a glimpse of her black curly triangle. I dropped my skirt down and kicked my own knickers under the bed as her mum came in. "Hi girls, sorry to interrupt," she said, "Bernie, your aunt is on the phone, do you want a word?" "Oh yes, I'll go and take it," and she dashed out the room. "Hmm, I don't see you girls doing much work up here?" Belle said, looking round for some sign of schoolwork. "Um, well we were just talking about what she needs from me." "Yes, I'll bet." She smiled that same wide smile as Bernie does. "Come on shall we go down? I think Bernie may be a little upset, her aunt is not well at all. It's just as well you've not started your work yet." We went down after I had made an excuse to go back for my bag, retrieving my panties from under the bed. I stuffed them in a side pocket of my bag. Belle was waiting outside the door and saw me stuffing the blue material into my bag but she didn't say anything. When we reached the bottom of the stairs Bernie was talking on the phone still and when she came off she was a bit tearful again. I said maybe I should go home and she nodded. She came to the door with me and asked if I'd like to come round in the morning, the next day being Saturday, and I said I'd be round about 10.30 am. Chapter 3 - A sexual encounter, but not with Bernie On Saturday morning I went to Bernie's house by bike. Most of the trip was along cycle paths but Mum is a bit of a worrier and asked me to ring her when I got there. I rang the bell while I was telling Mum I had arrived and had just hung up when Belle answered the door. "Hi Belle, is it OK if I leave my bike in your porch?" I asked, "I don't want it stolen." "Yes, sure, but didn't you get Bernie's text?" I looked back at my phone and indeed there was a text in the inbox. I read it as I stepped into the house. `sorry Lyn don't come this am gone to aunts today back tonite luv Bernie p.s. ring u later' it read. "Ooops," I said, "I don't think I'm meant to be here am I? Sorry, didn't see the message." "Oh, don't worry; she should have phoned you this morning. Her aunt has been admitted to hospital, so she wanted to go up to see her. I'm on call so couldn't go with her. Anyway, now you're here, would you like a drink? You look a little out of puff." "Yes, it's a bit of a hill to ride up. Could I have an orange squash please?" Belle was wearing a pink towelling robe and as she poured me a drink in the kitchen, I noticed her legs and bare feet had some droplets of water on still. "Hey, did I get you out the bath, Belle? I'm really sorry." "Oh it's OK, I was in the shower actually. I wasn't expecting any visitors, so was having a leisurely soak, but it was time I was out anyway. Here's your drink, let's go and sit upstairs and we can chat while I finish drying." I followed her upstairs, feeling a little guilty that I glimpsed the cheeks of her bare bottom beneath the robe several times on the way up. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath. She led me in her bedroom and I thought perhaps I should have stayed downstairs. I sat on the bed while she told me an involved story about finding out train-times for Bernie, but it was difficult to concentrate as she was using another towel to dry her legs. And then she opened her robe and dried her front and under her legs. She was facing away from me so I couldn't actually see anything but my imagination was running riot. Looking past her I noticed that I could see her reflection in the dressing table mirror. I could see her breasts. Oh my god. They were rippling as she towelled herself between the legs. I glanced up at the reflection of her face and I blushed deeply as I saw her eyes looking at me. In retrospect, she had obviously positioned herself so that I could see her clearly in the mirror. "Enjoying the view?" she asked quietly. She turned to face me and she was smiling. "It's OK Lyn. I suspected last night that I had interrupted something between you and Bernie and I wanted to find out if you were into girls. That's why I brought you up here." "But I'm not into girls, at least I never have been. But there is something about Bernie that seems to have changed that. I have got feelings I don't understand." "Just Bernie? I may be wrong but I've seen the way you're looking at me too." "Oh god, I'm really sorry, I just don't know what I'm doing any more. Whatever I see in Bernie I see in you too. You won't tell her will you?" "Not if you don't want me too. But I do think we ought to talk about this. It's a two way thing, you see, and I feel a big attraction to you too. I think we have to deal with this. I don't want to be a rival to my own daughter." She came and sat down beside me on the bed, her robe still open showing me her boobs and a dark patch of curly hair on her mound. It was sending strange feelings coursing through me again and my face was damp with perspiration. I felt deeply ashamed at what I was feeling. My eyes misted over and two big teardrops ran down my cheeks. She put her arms round me and pulled me against her and my right hand accidentally ended up on her breast. I snatched it away again but she reached out and pulled it back to the soft flesh. "N-no, this mustn't happen," I protested but her hand stayed on mine. "Don't you want to feel me? I saw how you looked at them." "B-but B-Bernie ..." "Bernie isn't here, and I won't tell her. Have you touched Bernie like this?" "No I've only touched her tummy, but I want to." "Haven't you touched her pussy?" "No, she touched me but you came in before I got the chance." "But you wanted to. Have you kissed?" "Just once, but it lasted a long time." "Did you use tongues?" "Tongues? What do you mean?" "Have you never kissed a boy with your tongues in each others mouths, you know, French kissing they call it?" "I've never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend either. I didn't know you used tongues when kissing." "Wow, you ARE an innocent little thing aren't you? I don't know if Bernie knows either actually. It's something you can try with her. Would you like me to show you how?" "I-I-I ..." Once again, I just couldn't get any words to form, and Belle lifted my chin up and planted a kiss on my lips. She kissed me five or six times, each getting longer and more animated. Her lips started opening as she kissed and I followed her example. Her lips felt so soft and wet and I could sense a minty smell of toothpaste on her breath. Her tongue was on my lips, and I remembered Bernie had done that at the end our kiss. My hand was still on her breast and I could feel her nipple hard against my palm. She pushed her tongue past my teeth and deep into my mouth, touching it on the top of my tongue and then over the roof of my mouth. I captured it gently between my lips and sucked on it and she moved it in and out for a while. I pushed against it with my tongue and it retreated back into her mouth and my tongue followed it in, doing exactly as she had done to me. Once again I knew my panties were getting damp from the liquid oozing from me. My hand was squeezing her breast rhythmically and I felt her hand sliding under my top and on to my bra. Still kissing she laid me back on the bed. Finally her lips came away from mine and she kissed me playfully on the nose, making me smile. She lifted my top over my head and off my arms before pulling my bra off the same way without even unclipping it. She shrugged off her robe completely, leaving her naked, and laid her body over mine. I suspected this was a gesture to demonstrate my submission or, from her point of view, her dominance over me and as she held both my hands and spread them wide across the bed her full weight pressed on me squashing our breasts between us. Our lips met again and this time our tongues were duelling in each others mouths. Then she released my hands and rolled to one side, idly fondling one of my small boobs. "So, my beautiful white lover, do you still want me to stop?" I just lay there staring up at her dark brown eyes and smiled. "I thought not," she laughed. I lay with my arms still out to the sides while she unzipped my skirt and pulled it down my legs. Today I had `borrowed' one of Mum's panty-liners and stuck it into my green panties to try to avoid the embarrassing wet patches, and despite me feeling the oozing from my vagina it seemed to have worked. She eased my panties down and as she took them off me, she unstuck the liner, and when she lay back down beside me she was carrying it and showing me how full it was by rubbing her finger over it, then licking the wetness from her finger. "Belle! That's disgusting," I snapped. "No, it's not, it's just you. See?" And with that she ran her tongue along the pad. "What? You like the taste of ... of me there?" She smiled that wide smile and knelt down by the bed by my legs. "You want to know how much? Open your legs wide." "Oh god. You can't Belle." "I said OPEN THEM WIDE Lyn." I couldn't believe she was going to put her mouth there, but I had to do what she told me. She was very much in control. I pulled my knees up and spread them apart. She smiled. "Good girl." She watched my eyes all the time as she went closer and closer and she stuck her tongue way out to see my shocked expression. And then it was touching me, pressing insistently between my outer lips and, as my inner lips peeled apart, I could feel her tongue pressing at my vaginal entrance. I knew it would be very wet there and she pressed and licked forward, curling her tongue up where I could see it full of my juices and with breaking strands of goo hanging down from it. And she took it in her mouth and smacked her lips as she swallowed it. "Mmmm, so beautiful," she said softly. "I want some more." This time she opened my private parts wide with her thumbs and noisily slurped and licked my juices all over the bump of my pee place and up the pink vulva many times, working her way up to my most sensitive of places and eventually pressing her tongue under the fold of skin right on to the little button itself. The electric sensation this produced was unbelievable and I seemed to feel it all over my body. She pulled the loose covering up with her teeth and stretched it up where I could see it over my bush. And then she lapped at my clit with her tongue sending more waves of sheer pleasure through my body. The sensations were almost too much to bear and I grabbed my nipples, which had grown stiff and long, and I pulled them hard trying to divert the intensity away from between my legs. Something was happening. A sort of pressure of pleasure grabbing me from inside and squeezing my soul. "STOP, STOP" I was screaming. But it was too late. My vagina was pulsing with a ferocious orgasm and the waves of pleasure seemingly all over my lower body and thighs. Belle just kept lashing me, keeping me shaking until the orgasm subsided a little. She climbed over my body again, pressing her thigh into my still twitching pussy, and pressed her lips onto mine. My head was swimming in a haze and was still clearing as her tongue invaded my mouth again. "Are you alright Lyn?" she asked. "You're very pale." "I've never felt anything like that before. It was amazing." "You've never had an orgasm before?" "I thought I had, but nothing close to that. Can I look at you too now?" "Are you sure you want to? Maybe you should experiment with Bernie first. At least you know what is possible now." "No, I'd like to." She was already naked and we both moved further up the bed. She lay alongside of me but the opposite way round with her head by my feet. I sat up a bit and pulled her nearest leg across my body. Her labia were brown and her inner lips were dark and protruding through them. My first thought was that it looked a bit ugly and untidy and was so unlike mine. My outer labia came together to form a neat slit, and there was no sign of the inner bits until you pulled them apart. She had dark tight curly hair growing in the crease with her legs and on her pubes. I tentatively brought my fingers to her and opened her a little. The inner lips seemed huge and stuck together as they hung away from her body. I ran my fingers up between them from where they started down past the vagina, and they peeled apart. Using two hands, I folded them back against her body like pages in a baby's cloth book. Inside, though, she was pink and beautiful. There was a distinctive bump around her pee hole and a slit was visible on it. I had tried to find mine with a mirror once but it had seemed completely sealed. Beyond that, I could see her vaginal opening and could actually see inside a little. It was very wet around the whole area with little droplets of moisture on her lips. But it was her clitoris that really caught my attention. The brown hood was pushed back by the sheer size of her organ. Mine was so small, although it did grow with arousal, but hers was as big as the tip of my thumb it seemed. I was hesitant about touching it but I wet my fingers and ran them around the clit. This seemed to please her anyway and she moaned a low moan and said "Oh Yes," over and over. I could smell the musky aroma coming from her wetness and made up my mind to taste her. I altered my position so that I could get my face closer. "You don't have to do that sweetie," she said, "just touching me is fine for your first time." I thought about it for a moment, but then decided I'd come so far I might as well just taste it. From just a few inches away the smell was heady and it took a deep breath and a bit of willpower to actually put my tongue against her. Finally, I plunged it straight into her vagina the way she had done with me, and licked the juices all the way to her magnificent clit. This time there was an even louder moan as my tongue pressed against the little ball. I tasted the liquid left on my tongue and it wasn't as pungent as the aroma. It was a little bitter, but not in an unpleasant way. I licked her from her cunt to the clit quite a lot, but I noticed her moans of pleasure were at her clit. I therefore concentrated my attention there, kissing, licking and sucking it until she went quite crazy, thrashing about and making it impossible to keep my tongue near its target. So I used my wet fingers, this time rubbing directly on the swollen bud. This took her completely over the edge. She was holding a pillow to her face, screaming into it. After a while she calmed down and lay there with her eyes closed and the pillow on her chest. I climbed over her, moving the pillow so I could suck on her nipples and then moved up further to kiss her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Wow Lyn, are you telling me that was really your first time? You're a complete natural." "Well I had a good teacher, I guess. Belle, I'd better go. Mum will wonder what I've been doing all this time if Bernie is away." "Maybe you shouldn't tell her then." "Maybe. But I want to come back later to see Bernie, so I should get back now." "So is that it? I'm just supposed to pretend this never happened?" "Well, you mustn't tell anyone, especially Bernie. You promised." I know sweetie, and I won't, believe me. It's just ... well never mind. You go now. I'll stay awhile and recover!" I picked up my clothes, had a little rinse in the bathroom and dressed. Chapter 4 - Another Encounter -- With Bernie! Bernie rang me as soon as she got home. I asked how her aunt was and it seemed things were not so bad. They had started her on antibiotics and they think things should clear up. "Anyway it's you I really want to see. Can you come round now?" "Well, I've got to finish washing up the tea things and I'll be round. Actually Mum says she'll finish up so I'm on my way." I kissed Mum to say thanks and Dad offered to give me a lift so I was back at Bernie's house in record time. Belle answered the door as usual and we looked at each other. A voice behind her yelled "Hi Lyn, that was quick." Belle moved to one side and I ran to Bernie and kissed her before realising her mother was watching. Belle's face was not smiling now and she went into the lounge, shutting the door behind her. "What was that all about?" asked Bernie. "Um, maybe she didn't like me kissing you." "Oh, yes, s'pose so. I've been thinking all day about more than kissing you. Come on." She held my hand and practically dragged me up to her room. Once inside she opened her handbag and got out a rubber wedge which she kicked under her bedroom door. "No more interruptions tonight babes!" she laughed. "I nicked it from the hospital!" "Bernie, you are so terrible!" "Yes I am aren't I," she laughed, "But my need is greater than theirs today. Kiss me Lyn." It wasn't a question. And she wasn't about to take no for an answer even if it was. I moved to her but she grinned and lay down on the bed, moving over to the far side. She patted the mattress next to her. "Lay here Lyn and kiss me now." Last night I would have been a bit reluctant, but today, well, I was more experienced now. I lay down next to her and leaned over her kissing her strongly. Her lips were soft and so lovely, Like last night she opened her lips slightly and pushed her tongue against my lips, but this time I pushed my tongue against hers and through into her mouth. I explored her mouth with my tongue the same way Belle had done to me earlier, and after a while Bernie repeated that with me. We seemed to be kissing for ages before we broke apart and looked in each others eyes from too close a range really. "Wow, Lyn, where did you learn to kiss like that? It was fantastic." "It just seemed the right thing to do. I'd heard about using tongues." "Mmmm, let's do it some more!" And we did, for another long time. She put her hand between us and squeezed my boobs through my top. I came up for air again from our deep kiss. "Do you want me to take the top off so you can touch me properly?" I asked breathlessly. "God yes, but let me do it." She held the cotton material at the hem and pulled it over my mounds and off my head. She cupped the thin material of my bra for a bit, and I reached behind my back and unclipped the twin fastening. She looked at me smiling, then slid the shoulder straps down my arms and pulled the garment off. "Oh wow Lyn, I just knew they would be beautiful. But that doesn't even do them justice, they are just perfect." "Thanks Bernie but I just wish they were bigger like yours." She played with them, squashing them into different shapes, gently squeezing the pink nipples and pulling them out. Of course the nipples responded, filling and standing proud. She loved that and brought her mouth to them, licking and flicking them with her tongue and sucking at them like a baby. This only made them longer still. "Oh Bernie, that feels so fucking good, I've never seen them that big. Let me do that to you now." She laughed with delight and immediately whipped off her t-shirt and turned round for me to unclasp her bra. I gasped when I removed the bra and the boobs bounced on her chest. Her nipples were bigger than mine and the brown areolas were twice the size of mine. The breasts were fuller too as I knew they would be and were at least a C cup. "Shit, Bernie, they are gorgeous. God I wish mine were big like this." I cupped them underneath and lifted them, feeling the weight and how soft they were. I fondled them for a while, watching as the nipples responded each time I touched them. Apart from the skin colour they were just like Belle's tits, although hers were sagging just a little now. I sucked at the nipples, drawing them and the areola into my mouth and flicking at them with my tongue. While I played with her she was reaching behind me, stroking my bottom. I felt her pulling the zipper down on my skirt and then tugging it down off my butt. I moved my lips back to hers and kissed her more. This enabled her to tug my skirt down further and then slide both hands inside the back of my panties, squeezing my cheeks. She sat up suddenly and pulled the skirt off my legs and then put her thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulled them down and off too. She sat there taking in my nakedness, looking at the pale ginger hairs on my pubes and running her hand lightly over my tummy and over my mound. She gently pushed my legs open a little more and ran her hand under me, probing the folds of my pussy. "Wait, Bernie, let me see you too. It's not fair that I'm naked and you aren't." She grinned and stood up on the bed and unfastened her belt and jeans and let them fall down her legs. Like mine, her panties were soaked again and she reached to pull them down. "No let me do that." I said. Her panties were skimpy, barely covering her bush. I knelt up in front of her, kissing her tummy and down to the panty top. I eased them down very slowly at the back and then pulled the front down too, slowly revealing her small, black, curly triangle of hair. The top of her slit came into view and I planted a kiss there as I let the wet garment slither down her legs. She knelt down too and we both started to feel into each other's vulva, gradually sinking back on to our heels so that we could see what we were doing. We kissed again while we were effectively masturbating each other and I was so curious to find out what she tasted like as she became wetter. Trying not to appear too obvious I pushed her back gently until she was lying on her back and I kissed her nipples again before kissing further down to her tummy and moved still further towards her bush. Opening her legs gently I kissed right down into her pubic indentation and opening her lips planted a big kiss onto her wet opening. It was only then she realised what I was doing and she sat bolt upright. "Lyn!!! What the hell are you doing?" "I just wanted to taste you. Don't you like it?" "Yes it was lovely but what the fuck has changed in you?" "What do you mean?" I knew what she meant, and I knew why but was trying to buy some time. I had screwed up good going down on her so quickly. "What do I mean? I mean yesterday I had to hold your hand and put it on my tummy, you were so shy. And now you are eating my pussy with no coercion at all. Have you been with another girl?" "Don't be silly Bernie, of course not!" I didn't think of Belle as a `girl' so that wasn't really a lie, but I could feel a flush in my cheeks. "Oh my god, you have, haven't you? Look at you blushing." "Bernie, please, just enjoy it, don't stop me tasting you." "OK, just tell me who though." "Bernie, don't, please don't. I can't." "Look, I'm not stupid. Suddenly you are French kissing me and then going down on my pussy. Someone has been coaching you since yesterday and don't I deserve to know who? Remember what we said about best friends being honest with each other?" She brought her face down to a few inches away from mine. I could only look down with the shame but she forced my chin up to look in my eyes. "Was it a girl from school?" she asked. I shook my head. "Your mum?" Again a shake. "Belle?" I couldn't bring myself to nod. "Oh Jeez. My own mother? What happened? Why? How? When?" "Oh Bernie I'm sorry. It was an accident. I didn't get your text this morning and came round as planned. It just happened. I'm so sorry." My tears were streaming down my face as Bernie's face grew so angry. I tried to explain but it all sounded so lame. Suddenly she jumped off the bed and stomped over the floor to her door. She kicked the wedge away and yanked the door open. "BELLE!" she bawled, "Come up here now please." Final Chapter -- And Mother made Three! "Bernie, what are you doing? Let's get dressed first at least." I think she had forgotten we were both nude. I heard Belle running up the stairs so it was too late anyway. Bernie pulled the quilt from the bed and wrapped it round her and me? Well there was nothing Belle hadn't already seen! She knocked at the door and Bernie opened it and pulled Belle in by the hand. Seeing Bernie's upset face Belle shot a glance at me and I shrugged. "Why the hell did you have to do that? And don't say `What?'." Belle looked at me again in an appeal for help. "I didn't tell Bernie, she guessed." I said. She looked back to Bernie. "Look, baby, It just happened. I'm sorry." "You're sorry? You fucking bitch. I get a girlfriend and you just had to screw her first, didn't you!" "It wasn't like that! I was just ... helping her ...she didn't know what I meant about using tongues ... so I showed her and ... it just got out of hand. I'm so sorry." "But why? I mean you're not into girls so why would you want to mess with her? Just to piss me off?" "No, of course not. I never meant to hurt you. And yes I have been with girls. We don't really know each other do we? I do love you though. Give me a chance to make it up to you. Please." "Bernie," I said, "It's true what she was saying, she was trying to help me, and it just went too far." "That's right," said Belle. Bernie I love you and wouldn't want to cause problems with you and Lynda. I know you like each other." "OK Belle," said Bernie after a pause. "I'll give you a chance to make it right again. I think you need to even things up. Make it fair as it were." "Thanks Bernie. I don't want us to fall out. Just let me know if there's anything I can do. Any time." "I was thinking of right now." "Now? But aren't you busy with Lynda right now?" "Yes but I want you to show me what you showed her." "What?!!! You can't be serious. You're my daughter." "Christ, Belle, you know we're not exactly your average mother and daughter. We hardly know each other. I don't think we'll ever get the mother-daughter bonding back. We can be good friends though. Here's a chance to get closer to me." "I don't know. This is so weird. Bernie, what are you doing?" Bernie had taken off the quilt and thrown it at the bottom of the bed and had turned round to face her mother naked. "Show me everything you showed Lyn. She will tell me if you miss out anything. Right Lyn?" I nodded. She was playing some game with Belle and I was rather enjoying it. I didn't seem to be getting any of the blame for what happened. Belle was suffering though. "Lyn's going to watch? Please Bernie. Don't make me do this." "Show me. Kiss me with tongues like you showed Lyn." Reluctantly Belle moved to Bernie and their lips met briefly, then again a little longer and soon they were kissing deeply and were both starting to get into it. I was starting to get a bit jealous of it though and was going to ask Bernie to stop. But she had manoeuvred Belle round and pushed her back onto the bed. I started to understand where she was going with this and I pulled Belle into the middle of the bed. The two were still locked in a long kiss as I undid the buttons on Belle's shorts and I don't think she even noticed me pull them down her legs. But she did notice when I started pulling her top up over her boobs. She broke the kiss and looked wildly at me. "What the hell are you doing? I only agreed to a kiss!" She started trying to pull her top down and I seized the opportunity to kiss her myself. There was just a brief moment of resistance before she carried on where she had left off with Bernie, her tongue eagerly exploring mine. Bernie busied herself removing Belle's panties and then pulled her top up again. This time there was no protest as we broke the kiss long enough for Bernie to pull the top over and off her head. She wasn't wearing a bra so the three of us were naked on the bed. Bernie was fondling Belle's tits as she and I continued the kissing. Bernie was not going to let her mother upstage her with me, however, and leaned across Belle's bare body. She pulled my face away from Belle and replaced Belle's lips with her own. Belle, however, was not about to be left out of the party. "Did your little friend tell you what else I showed her this morning?" she asked in a husky voice. "I think I can guess by the way she went down on me! That's what convinced me she'd had some tuition," answered Bernie, "You'd better show me too I think." "Won't that be weird from your mother?" "Just get your head between my legs and I'll soon tell you how it feels!" Belle slid out from under Bernie and got off the bed. Bernie started kissing me again, but suddenly her eyes went wide open and rapidly sucked in breath through her teeth. "Jeez her tongue feels good on my clit." "Yes I know," I said, "She did it to me this morning and I couldn't last very long! I was looking forward to doing you like that." "Oh I'm sorry baby, you can go next, he he. You did get your tongue on me first anyway. I don't think I can last very long either actually. Squeeze my boobs and kiss me while I cum can you?" I squeezed her tits hard and pinched her nipples as she went over into orgasm but had to stop kissing her as she was so out of control I was afraid she would bite my tongue! "OOOOOOOOGHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSS," she cried out as the orgasm racked her pussy. Slowly she came down and Belle climbed back beside us on the bed, her face smeared with Bernie's juices. I started to sit up. "My turn to make you cum now," I said with a grin. But Bernie pulled me back down. "No it's my turn on you first," she said. "Your pussy must be soaked and I'm going to have a nice drink of honey." She bounced down the bed and opened my legs wide. Meanwhile Belle snuggled her shining black body up to mine and said, "If you want to taste Bernie's juices why don't you lick my face clean?" I needed no further invitation. While Bernie licked all round my pussy and thighs lapping up my wetness, I tasted her nectar from around Belle's mouth and then settled into a deep kiss with her. Bernie needed no instruction as her tongue licked the length of my vulva and then hit my most sensitive spot. I was so aroused already that within minutes of her lashing my clit with her tongue I was also experiencing another mind-blowing orgasm, bucking my hips against her mouth while Belle sucked on my nipples and worked my small breasts with her hands. "My god, Bernie that was fantastic," I moaned as she slithered up my perspiration covered belly. The three of us hugged for a bit until Belle stirred. "I think maybe my work is done here. Why don't I leave you girls to play now? Although it seems I'm the only one who hasn't cum yet. But I can take care of that myself downstairs." "Oh no you don't." I said. "You must let me take care of you first." "Hey, no," said Bernie, "You did Belle this morning. It's my turn now." "Girls, don't fight over me, why don't you both do it?" "Great idea, come on Lyn, let's see who can make her cum first!" So we both got ourselves down between her legs and folded her legs up to the sides of her chest. I slid two fingers into Belle's dripping cunt while Bernie studied the pussy of the woman who had borne her fourteen years ago, sniffing in the musky scent of the slim black woman. As if suddenly plucking up courage she buried her face in the large vulva, separating the flaps of her labia as I had done earlier in the day. My mind went back and thought of the slightly bitter taste of the juices that Bernie was now also tasting, and I withdrew my fingers, licking them clean of the clear liquid clinging to them. Bernie was now really in to this oral pleasure that she could give. When she bared the clit from its hood, she gasped at the size. After mine it must seem huge. She attacked it with relish, sucking and licking the sensitive organ while I slid my fingers past Bernie's chin and back into the warm, wet tunnel of her mother. I didn't get a turn at Belle's clit, though, as she was starting to experience a massive orgasm, her whole body shaking and her cunt contracting furiously against my fingers. Masses of juices flooded from her, running over my hand and her bottom on to the sheet beneath her. As the lurching of her body slowed down Bernie finally detached herself from the engorged clit and finally I could lap at the juices. As I slid my fingers out so another stream of the clear love-syrup ran from her and this time I think I got it all with my tongue. We all took a little break when Belle had calmed down. She fetched us some orange juice from the kitchen and then kissed us goodbye, leaving us to an evening of pleasuring each other. As we sipped the drink I told Bernie I loved her so much even though we had really just met a few days ago. She kissed me with her cold orangey lips and said she loved me too. "What about Belle?" she asked. "What do you feel for her? Do you love her too?" "Not like I love you my sweet. Maybe more lust. What about you? It will be even harder to accept her as your mother now won't it?" "Probably. But I don't think I ever would have done anyway. This way at least we can have a close relationship, if not as mother and daughter." "Well don't you get close while I'm not around," I said seriously. "But we can get her to join in sometimes when I'm here." She smiles that wide smile and with that we put our drinks down and got back on the bed. This was going to be a long, sex-filled evening! THE END As ever I would be delighted to hear your views on the story, good or bad. Please email me at `suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk'. I guarantee to give a personal reply to every mail as long as you don't sent it anonymously of course.