Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 18:49:20 +0000
From: susan kendrick <suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Cleaner Seduction

This story features graphic descriptions of sexual activity between a
teenage girl and a woman. If this subject is likely to offend you or you
are too young to read such material where you live then read no further.

Copyright in this story remains with the author so please do not republish
it elsewhere without the author's permission. (Mail susie_xx@hotmail.co.uk)

Story code Ff

Cleaner Seduction - by Suzie XX

When I was just nine a policeman came to the house and broke the news that
my dad had died in a car accident on the M4 motorway on his way to work.
Mum was devastated, of course, as were my little brother and me, but she
gritted her teeth and tried to hold the family together. She worked in the
kitchen at a local school, came home and cooked us a meal then went to do a
second job cleaning a few nights a week for a Mrs Wood, a woman who lived a
couple of streets and a world away from us. She was a writer and had
stories and articles published in a number of women's magazines as well as
writing some quite successful novels. She lived in a rather large house all
by herself. She wanted quiet during the day so that she could write in
peace so having the house cleaned in the evening suited her. My mum worked
behind a bar at a local pub at weekends too and between all the jobs
managed to earn just enough to pay the bills and keep the family going.

With mum working far too much really, I took on more and more of the
housework at home as I got older, and looked after David who was 3 years my
junior. We both realised things were tight financially and didn't pester
mum for expensive toys and clothes, and only our shoes were not second-hand
from charity shops. Things worked out quite well until one day in July some
years later when I was nearly 14.  My mum had a nasty fall off a ladder at
home and broke a bone in her right leg.

As she had one leg plastered up, she was not able to work for about 6
weeks.  It was fortunate in one way that the school was just breaking up
for the summer so she would not miss out on any pay there but the bar work
had to go. It looked like she would have to tell Mrs Wood that she would
have to find another cleaner too and I was despatched on my bike to give
her employer a letter explaining the situation. On the way there, I had a
mad, crazy thought that I could do the cleaning while mum was laid
up. After all, I had a lot of experience now doing just that at home.

When I arrived, the house looked quite daunting from the outside and seemed
big for just one person. It must have been twice the size of ours and I had
a few doubts that I could manage the cleaning after all. Mrs Wood was a
kindly looking woman in her late thirties or early forties and she looked
at me over her glasses while I explained, and then she read the letter. She
was not as severe as I had imagined, quite soft and feminine really, and
was sort of good looking and must have been a real beauty in her time.

She was very concerned about my mum and said she would come and visit, and
that mum was not to worry. The job would still be hers when she was better
and she would find a temp in the meantime. I plucked up courage and asked
if I could stand in for mum cleaning her house instead. At first, she was
not at all keen, worrying about the legality of employing one so young, but
after I pleaded that we couldn't manage without that money, she relented
and agreed to give it a try.  However, I was not to tell anyone as it was
probably not strictly legal. I was overjoyed, tears started pouring down my
face and Mrs Wood came and hugged me, saying I would, of course, have to
prove that I could do the job as well as my mum. She insisted on taking me
and the bike home in the car, so that she could clear this with my mum in
person.

My mum was amazed at me when we both arrived and I told her of my proposal.
But she knew how much this would mean to us and reluctantly agreed if it
was OK with Mrs Wood. I also had to do a lot of the housework at home, of
course, but my mum could hobble around on crutches and look after David who
was being forced to grow up fast like I had had to. Of course I would not
be able to keep any money I earned and every penny would be needed to help
us survive.

The next day, the first Friday evening of my new job, and armed with
instructions from mum, I managed to vacuum the whole house and clean the
bath and shower rooms just about in the 3 hours. Mrs Wood kept appearing
and was obviously seeing if I could manage but seemed to be satisfied. She
was watching TV when I popped in to say goodbye, and she said, "Come in a
moment sweetie."

I walked in the large room a bit apprehensively, but she said she was
impressed with my efforts and I have the job! She also gave me a carrier
bag containing a bag of sweets each for David and me and a small box of
chocolates for mum, together with the money earned by mum and me for the
week. I hugged her to say thanks for the sweets and she said "Do I get a
kiss?" I smiled and kissed her on the lips just briefly.  I have aunts and
grandmothers who also expect a kiss from me when I left so I was used to
this expectation from adults.

On Tuesday the following week, I dusted and polished and cleaned the
kitchen thoroughly per the instructions and changed Mrs Wood's bed. I
picked up any dirty clothes and put them in the laundry basket. There were
a pair of her panties and a matching bra on a chair by the bed and I could
see from a slight staining in the crotch of the panties that these needed
washing too. I held them up admiring the beauty of them.  I had never seen
such sexy items, not at all what my mum wore and certainly not like the
tatty school knickers I wore. They were red and lacy with a black design on
the front of the panties and the cups of the bra, covering the private
places. Mrs Wood came in while I was admiring them and asked, "Do you like
them?"

"Oh yes" I said, "They are gorgeous."

"Do you have anything sexy to wear yet?"

I blushed and said "No way. All my undies are navy and regulation school
types like this." I pulled the front of my jeans forward to show her the
top of the knickers. They came to my waist and the elastic at the top had
been mended more than once.  Her panties were dainty and tiny.

On the Friday she once again gave me a present as well as the wages; this
time three pairs of pretty panties that she hoped would fit me OK. She said
"I was going to get some bras too but wasn't sure what size you are."

My boobs, if you could call them that, were only an A cup and not really
worthy of a bra yet but I wore one anyway (second-hand of course). Mrs Wood
asked me to pull up my t-shirt so she could judge them herself but after a
good look, she agreed that maybe she would wait until they developed some
more. She asked if I would slip on one of the pairs of panties to make sure
she had the right size, and without thinking I pulled down my jeans and
knickers and pulled on the red lacy pair, which was almost the same as she
had worn Tuesday. She put her hand round the elastic at the top to make
sure they were tight enough and felt round the leg holes to see they
weren't too tight.  Her fingers brushed accidentally along my labia, which
made me jump a little.

"Oh I'm sorry if I gave you a shock my sweet" she said, "are you sensitive
there?"

"Yes very!"

"It's OK, that's normal. You'll find it's very pleasurable to touch
yourself there when in bed if you aren't already doing so."

"Yes I already do that quite a lot."

"That's good, and can you reach an orgasm yet?"

I was getting quite embarrassed about talking about this but said "I don't
think so."

The panties fitted perfectly and I changed back into my old knickers and
jeans and kissed her again to say thanks. This time she held her hands
against my cheeks and kept the contact with the lips for about 10
seconds. "Mmmm that was nice"' she said and I left to go home. I remember
thinking `I wonder if she is one of those women who likes other women', but
dismissed the idea as ludicrous and knew she was only trying to make me
feel grown-up.

The following Tuesday was very warm and I decided to abandon the jeans and
wear a short red cotton skirt with the t-shirt, not entirely practical for
cleaning but nice and cool. I also wore a pink lacy pair of panties, one of
those that Mrs Wood had bought, in case she asked if I had worn them yet. I
was vacuuming her bedroom when she popped in to get something out of her
drawers and I switched off the machine to hear what she was saying.

"Crikey, it's so warm tonight" she said, wiping her brow, "Isn't it too
warm for cleaning? You can leave it if you like"

"It is hot but I'm almost finished. I'm just glad I didn't wear my
jeans. At least I'm getting some air round my legs."

"Yes I wish I could wear short skirts like that! It must be much cooler."

"You should wear what you want in your own house. Who's going to see? Those
panties you gave me are good too; the lacy ones are much cooler to wear
than my school ones. Thanks very much for that."

"That's OK sweetheart, are you wearing one of them now then?"

"Oh yes, see?" I lifted the skirt and showed her the small pink lacy pair.
"That's funny" she said, I'm wearing an identical pair." She lifted her
long skirt up to her waist showing me hers to prove it. They certainly
looked sexier on her and I noticed a strange stirring in my pussy like I
get when I touch myself in bed. She continued to hold up her skirt while I
looked at her and it was obvious she had a patch of dark hair visible
despite the pattern. I pulled my skirt up again too and looked at my own
and couldn't see my hair like that under the material. She saw that I was
comparing the look.

"What's the matter sweetheart? You look puzzled."

"I've got some hair there too but you can't see mine like I can see yours."

"It's just because I have more and it's darker. Yours is probably fair."

"Doesn't it feel funny having a lot of hair there?" I asked.

"No" she said, "you get used to it. Would you like to feel the hair?"

I blushed deeply. "No, that would be dirty of me"

"Oh it's OK, there's only us girls here and I know you're curious. Come on,
nobody will know." I dropped my skirt back in place and despite myself I
went closer to her.  She was right, I did want to, but was a little afraid
of encouraging her if she was into other women. Would she think that I
wanted her to be naughty with me? She reached out and took one of my hands
and ran it lightly over the front of her pubic mound and I could feel the
hair springy under the material. After moving my hand up and down a few
times she guided it between her legs. I wanted to feel her there for some
reason so didn't object. I could feel the warmth of her slit and what felt
to be some wetness towards the back.

I pulled my hand away and said "I'm sorry; I really shouldn't be doing
that." I was a bit panicky that I was getting out of my depth with this.

"It's OK my dear" she said, "I don't mind you exploring; I know how curious
young girls are." I realised that I was getting behind with the work though
and said I should be getting on. She smiled and pulled her skirt down and
went downstairs while I carried on vacuuming. However when she had gone I
did have a sniff of my fingers and her musky fragrance remained on
them. Again, I wondered if she was a lesbian and did not find it so easy to
dismiss the idea this time and thought about it as I cleaned. I was also
beginning to wonder about me. Why had this had such an effect on me? I was
feeling a little bit damp too and I told myself I mustn't do anything like
that again.

When I had finished at last, I popped my head in the lounge to say I was
leaving, and she said "Don't I get a goodbye kiss tonight?" I wasn't going
to argue about the previous kisses being to say thank you, as actually I
had enjoyed the last kiss such a lot, and I already felt more than a little
turned on by the feel of her panties. I knew I should not be feeling that
way with a woman but as long as she didn't know...

I planted my lips on hers and this time she hugged me close to her,
squeezing my chest against her quite large soft breasts. I had no choice
but to carry on the kiss longer than before and I felt her open her lips a
little and press her tongue against mine, which were still pursed. I
guessed she wanted me to open mine too and I had heard from the girls at
school about using tongues with their boyfriends but god this was a woman!
Nevertheless, I opened my lips and her tongue moved round the insides of
the lips and across my teeth. She pressed it between my teeth and I met it
with my tongue and we licked round each other. Suddenly she let me go and
pulled away.

"I'm sorry," she said "please forgive me. I got a little carried away". I
was feeling a little light headed and was saying something really stupid
about it being lovely. She asked if I was feeling dizzy and I nodded. She
sat down and pulled me onto her lap.  What on earth was I thinking of? I
knew this was asking for trouble but I was feeling more turned on than I'd
ever been, and just couldn't help myself. I was already late getting home
but I couldn't resist and wanted to see how far she would go.  Or rather
how far I would go.

"It's the heat," she said, "let's cool you down a bit." She pulled my
t-shirt up and off and laid me back in her arms. "Is that better," she
asked? I was a bit ashamed of the tatty bra she had exposed but was
enjoying her looking at me there again.

"Yes" I said, "I am feeling hot," but knew for a fact now I was being
seduced, and the thought of it was exciting, not at all repulsive as it
should be!

She said, "OK, let's get some air to your body" and lifted my skirt,
folding it to my waist. I don't know about cooling me, this was making me
even hotter especially between my legs and my knees opened more so that she
could see my crotch and how hot and wet I was there. I sensed that she
wanted this and nearly immediately her hand was on my inner thigh and
almost brushing against my pussy.

"Is this what you want baby?" she asked in a soft whisper.

"Yes" I said also in a whisper and wondered why we were whispering.

Then her hand ran lightly up my slit from the vagina to the clit on the
lacy material.  "Oh my god" she said "you are so wet". I hadn't got wet
before, well not this much anyway, and put my own hand down there and she
was right, there was a wet patch on my crotch and I could feel my whole
vulva was damp.

"Don't worry," she said, "I am very wet too, and this is all very arousing
for me too".  She kissed me again and this time our mouths were wide open
and our tongues were entwined. She held my hand and guided it up her skirt
right back onto the sticky patch on her panties that I had touched before.

I didn't need any encouragement and was running my fingers over the wet
material feeling for her clit. Her hand was inside my garment and
alternately dipping just a little into my vaginal entrance and circling her
fingers around my clitoral hood. Very soon, she was setting off an
explosion than started as a fire deep inside me, then a truly wondrous
feeling consumed me, and every muscle in my body seemed to stiffen and
become super-sensitive. It seemed my brain just overloaded with intense
sensations and I must have fainted.

When I came round, I was lying on the settee and my t-shirt was back on and
my skirt and panties were back in place. "I'm sooo sorry" she said, "I
think it was all too much for you.  Oh god, Cherry you are so beautiful".

I found my voice again and told her she was so lovely too. I looked at my
watch and saw I was about an hour late and my mum would be wondering where
the hell I am.  Mrs Wood, or Sandra as she asked me to call her, gave me a
lift home and explained to mum it was all her fault getting me to help with
other things.

On the Friday, I found that Sandra had already nearly done all my work and
she asked if I would like to talk for a while about what had happened the
other day. We sat on the settee, sort of revisiting the scene of the crime,
and she asked how I felt about what we had done. I told her that I had
never had an experience like that before and I had been masturbating ever
since with the memory of it.

"Well" she said, "if you hadn't had an orgasm before you certainly had one
then!"

"I know, and I've had a few more since when I've played with myself'"

"But you do realise I could get in all sorts of trouble if anyone finds
out, it's very very important you don't mention it to anyone, not your mum
or even your best friend at school."

"I know, I promise I won't mention it to anyone. I think I would get into
trouble too from my mum. She wouldn't understand at all. Mind you I'm not
sure I understand it either. Tell me, are you a lesbian?"

She hesitated and eventually said "Yes I do like women, especially younger
ones but I've never had feelings for a girl like I have with you. It's a
bit disconcerting actually and I feel like a dirty old man letching over a
young girl. I've always liked girls though, right from when I was about
your age. I suspect you are the same from what I've seen."

"I don't know, I've never wanted to be with a women before. I think it's
wrong and I know my mum would be angry if she knew what I was feeling about
you. It's not natural is it?"

"Well it feels very natural with you and I'd love to kiss you and touch you
again if you want that too." I went and sat on her lap like before and gave
her a deep kiss and she sucked my tongue in and out her mouth which started
my juices flowing before she even touched me.

She put her mouth close to my ear and asked in a whisper "Would you like to
come and lay down with me for a little on my bed. It is more comfortable
than here."

"Mmmm I know I shouldn't but I'd love that" I said and she took hold of my
hand and led me upstairs. As we went up the stairs, she moved her other
hand up the inside of my thigh and pressed a finger into my ass through the
panty material.

We stood by her bed and she pulled my t-shirt over my head, removed my bra
and ran her hands over my chest, pinching the little nipples and fondling
the small tits.  She then pulled up my skirt and pushed the panties to one
side, looking with anticipation at my small patch of fair curly hair and
the hairless cleft between my legs. She opened me with her fingers and
quickly brought her tongue to my vulva and licked me from my opening to my
clit hood and sucked on me there.

"Doesn't that taste gross?" I asked.

"Oh no, it's wonderful, would you like to taste me too?"

"I ... um...I don't know."

"I think you do sweetie, why don't you undress me and see."

She was wearing a blue button up top but it was low cut enough to be able
to just lift it up over her breasts and over her head. She had a lacy bra
through which I could see her aureoles, a deep brown, and see her nipples
pushing against the fabric. I reached behind her and fumbled with the
catches for a few seconds and she said "Let me show you the easier way."
She slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the cups of the bra down
onto her lower chest and turned the bra round so that the catches were at
the front. "You'll find putting a bra on easier this way too" she said.

Now that her ample breasts were freed, they settled lower and wider apart
and I cupped one in each hand lifting them up and feeling the soft texture,
squeezing my fingers into the flesh seeing how easily they are moulded and
yet returned to their shape as you let go. I let my fingers slide forward
to the nipples and noticed how they had grown since I had started fondling,
and even as I touched the nipples they seemed to get longer and firmer. I
pulled them over against the aureoles and was fascinated when I let them go
they sprang back out as if they were made of rubber.

Sandra's eyes were closed and she was softly moaning with pleasure so I
carried on touching my first ever breasts. I had a desire to suck on the
teats, maybe to remind myself what it felt like for a baby. I sucked one of
the now elongated nipples into my mouth along with most of aureole and
pushed the teat against the roof of my mouth and pressed my tongue along
its length and repeated this a few times and sucked some more. Sandra had
her head back moaning out loudly now and I knew I was doing what she
wanted.

I wanted to do more though and my thoughts were on the hair that I touched
briefly through her panties on Tuesday. She had slacks on today so I
released the hook and slid the zip down. The slacks fell to her knees and
she sat on the bed while I pulled them off her feet and threw them in a
heap on a chair. I put my thumbs in the sides of her pretty, matching
panties, pulling them down slowly and watched the hair spring up in tight
dark curls. She raised her bottom off the bed a little and I slid them down
her thighs. The crotch stuck briefly to the dampness I could see on her
labia then released as I continued pulling them down her legs and off her
feet and then tossed the flimsy garment on to the chair too. She laid there
with her legs a little apart and her knees bent and then opened her knees
wider allowing me full view of her most intimate parts.

When her legs were only slightly open all I could see was a band of short
dark hair with droplets of moisture clinging to some, stretching from her
mound to where her vagina would be. However, as she opened them wider the
outer labia began to part revealing a tempting line of pink that widened to
reveal the clit hood and the inner labia which was also slick with her
juices. She moved back up the bed until her head was resting on the pillows
and I knelt between her ankles and brought my face down within a few inches
from her pussy.

With my middle and index finger I opened the inner labia and held them wide
open and I could smell that musky smell again. The vaginal opening
gradually peeled apart to reveal the pink wet interior and I ran two
fingers round this area to make them glisten then pushed them into the
hidden depths. I had only felt the tightness of my own sex before and the
insides were still protected by the hymen so never got too far in. But my
fingers slid into Sandra so easily to as far as I could reach and I felt
the smooth interior all the way round.

She started pushing gently against me so the fingers slipped half out then
all the way back in. I soon picked up on the sexy rhythm and moved my
fingers in with each thrust from her. Her own fingers were moving the loose
skin of her clit hood round and round but I pushed the fingers away as I
had plans of my own for her clit. I wanted to see how big hers was so I
raised the hood and labia upwards until the little nub came into view then
popped out. I brought my tongue to the pea-sized organ but she sat up fast
and pushed my head away slightly.

"Nooooooooo not right on it sweetheart" she cried, "Just lick round it,
it's very sensitive." I filed that away in the info to keep folder and
brought my tongue back to her this time licking the skin surrounding the
clit. Her moans got louder and longer and I moved my fingers in and out her
faster in time with her thrusting, which was now getting frenetic.

She was now chanting oh god, oh god and as her orgasm was obviously hitting
hard this changed to a long loud ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I was overjoyed at having brought her off like this and felt I had repaid
her for the lovely orgasm she had given me before. But, of course, we had
not finished with each other today. I lay beside her as she came down from
the heights and she turned and kissed me so long and sensually I was
getting very wet again between my legs. Her hand found its way inside the
waist of my skirt and panties to my bare mound and into my flooded
valley. One of her fingers pressed against my hymen and she asked if I
would like her to break me so that I could enjoy sex to the full. I thought
about this for a while and really wasn't sure if I wanted to lose my
virginity at 13 years old and asked her if I could give her an answer on my
14th birthday. "When is that?" she asked.

I told her it was only just over a week away and she told me to take all
the time I wanted, and that there was plenty she could do to me anyway
meanwhile.  She pulled her hand out and finished undressing my body,
unfastening the short skirt and pulling it down off my legs along with the
panties. She put her lips on my nipples and sucked and licked at them until
they were standing up, although they were not fully developed yet.

She left the little breasts and kissed her way down my front to my belly
button and licked around and in the little indentation and then kissed over
my flat tummy to the fine fair hair on my pubic mound. I knew that I was
going to have my pussy kissed again next and the anticipation was
unbelievably erotic and I was pushing my slit upwards trying to get to her
face.  She was saying something about me smelling delicious then I felt her
warm tongue flicking at my clit hood making it open out then it was
prodding inside.

A wave of orgasm spread around the area and a trickle of juices from my
pussy ran down to my bottom crease.  She had obviously seen it though as
she raised my bottom and followed the trail down licking every drop. I felt
her tongue press hard against my anus and I hoped to god I had cleaned it
well after the crap I had done earlier. If I hadn't, she was certainly
doing the job now. I tried to relax my ass to allow the probing tongue to
get in but she left the little hole to go back to the larger one a little
further up and pushed her tongue into it pressing around my hymen. I was
trying to stay still so she could explore me, but another, and much larger,
orgasm was building rapidly and my hips were bucking against the mouth at
my pussy trying to release the insistent burst of animal pleasure.

Sandra was experienced enough to know what was going to happen and she was
circling my clit with her fingers so hard and fast it was sending constant
pleasure messages to my brain and she clamped her mouth right over my
vagina determined that no moisture would escape except to be swallowed by
her.

And then it hit! It just seemed to consume me in huge spasms. The muscles
in my legs cramped as they squeezed her head between my thighs and my hands
were gripping what little boobs I had. Someone was screaming and it must
have been me.  As I peaked, my head spun and I thought I was passing out
again but I survived this one and Sandra must have been getting a real
mouthful of the secretions. I couldn't take any more of that intensity at
that moment and rolled over away from her on to my tummy gulping at the air
to feed my pounding heart.

As I got my body back under control, we held each other and kissed and
kissed.  Time seemed to have lost any meaning for me but fortunately Sandra
was more with it and shook me and said, "It's time you left." I wanted to
stay all night but she said soon baby soon. Before I left she gave me the
wages (taking them seemed a cheek in the circumstances) and another carrier
bag of goodies, sweets and chocolates.  When I got home, I found another
envelope at the bottom addressed to me with a note of thanks to her 'lover'
and a £50 note, the first I had ever seen. She said I know you give the
wages to your mum but this is for you to buy some clothes. She must have
been very sure of me as the note must have been done before I even got
there.  On Saturday, I went out shopping and bought myself some skirts and
tops and a new bra, although I didn't have much to fill it with.

On Sunday, my period came so I knew there would not be much fun for me with
Sandra on Tuesday. As it happened, she was in the same boat, having started
that day, so although we kissed a little I busied myself with the cleaning
duties and the same on Friday as she was still on. The enforced break from
sexual activity with Sandra gave me time to think about things. What was I
doing? I was still a mere child in the eyes of the law and of my mother,
and I knew the dangers for all of us if it should come out. You could
almost see the headline in the Sun, "My lesbian sex romps with a girl of 13
admits 39 year old writer". And it did sound bad didn't it?  I desperately
needed to talk it over with somebody, but who?

My mum? No way!

My teachers? Yeah Right!

My friends at school? Yes, I really needed them chanting Cherry is a Lezzy.
Let's face it they were not mature enough to handle it. I did have an aunt
who always said I could talk to her about anything. But was this was too
much to drop on her?

My birthday finally came on Saturday and my mum gave me a pretty dress
wrapped in tissue paper in a box as if it came from a Paris
collection. Although I didn't say so I had seen my older cousin in it at a
wedding some years earlier! I was acutely aware of the financial situation!
I had a call from my aunt asking if I would like to go over and get my
present from her. I cycled over and she gave me a mini hi-fi for my room
and by force of habit from Sandra gave her a rather too-passionate kiss on
the lips. I realised my mistake and made my excuses to go but her hand on
my arm stopped me. "Excuse me young lady" she said, "is there something you
want to talk about?"

Should I risk it? I decided to, but made her promise faithfully she
wouldn't tell anyone else. She pulled me to her sofa and said, "Go on."

Well, I told her everything including my promise to give Sandra an answer
about taking my virginity. I thought my Aunt Betty would be shocked to the
core but nothing I had said seemed to faze her in the slightest. Indeed,
she smiled just a little as my story unfolded.  When I was done, she told
me that nearly all girls experiment with someone their own sex to start
with even if they go on to live a normal boy-girl life, and although the
experimenting is normally with someone our own age all that has happened is
that I have done it with an older woman instead. Having experimented, it
was now up to me whether I wanted to end it as that, or move on to another
more dangerous phase of making her my lesbian lover. "It is bound to come
out sooner or later" my aunt said, "and you can expect a lot of trouble
including probably having your lover sent to prison as a sex offender. Is
that what you want?"

We had a very adult and deep conversation about it all and, by contrast, my
birthday tea with assorted friends giggling and chattering away about
childish things seemed to belong to my past childhood not the adult I felt
myself to be now. I was glad when it finished and after we had cleared up,
I told my mum I was going for a ride on my bike. I was, of course, going to
see Sandra but had resolved to tell her I did not want a serious
relationship and would be keeping my hymen intact for now.

She smiled broadly when she answered the door and led me into the lounge
where she had a cake with 14 candles burning brightly and invited me to
blow them out.  Then she held out a little parcel tied with a bow. I said I
needed to tell her something but she put a finger on my lips and said we
will talk a little later. I opened the parcel and it was a gold neck-chain
with the name Cheryl in fancy letters at the front. It was beautiful and
she insisted on putting it around my neck.

She moved me round so I could see in a full-length mirror on the wall and
it was perfect. She reached round and made sure the name was in the middle
of my chest and dropped her hand inside the neck of the pretty dress my mum
had given me.  Her fingers played with my nipple and I could feel that
familiar tingling and stirring inside my labia.  I laid my head back and
turned to engage our lips in a wonderful kiss. Her other hand gathered up
the hem of my dress and cupped my mound, pressing her fingertips over my
clit.

I thought `shit I must tell her my decision before it gets too far' but the
kiss went on relentlessly. Her fingers crept down the front of my tiny
panties and into the warmth of my vulva and with the back of her hand she
pushed the panties downward, causing them to slip from my hips, over my
bottom and slither down my legs.  Her fingers dipped into my vagina and
pressed again at the thin skin membrane protecting my womanhood.

"Cherry" she whispered in my ear, "I want you my darling; I want to make
love to you like you've not known yet. Are you ready to surrender yourself
to me?" I thought of my aunt's advice and warnings and knew I had to say no
and I turned and looked into her eyes and whispered, "Yes my love take me
now." My god did I say that? She was smiling and her eyes were watery with
tears as mine were, and she took my hand and moved toward the door. My
knickers were around my ankles and I pulled them off quickly with my hand
and left them in the middle of her lounge. I kicked off my shoes in the
hall and as we climbed the stairs, I unzipped the dress at the back, pulled
it over my head with one hand. She changed her grip to my other hand to let
the dress fall to the floor and as we walked into her bedroom she
unfastened my new bra and took it off, leaving me naked except for the
neck-chain.

I was thinking 'Oh my god' over and over again, as I climbed on the bed
with my head on the pillow. I pulled up my knees and opened them wide. Oh
my god!  What am I doing? As I watched her undress, I ran my fingers over
my bare labia and I was soaked in my own secretions. Oh my god, Oh my
god. My whole body trembled as she reached into a carrier bag on the
bedside table and unwrapped a small pink jelly dildo, and I watched
fascinated as she smeared some lubricant on it. "I bought this especially
for you" she said, "It's quite small as these things go" she smiled "so it
shouldn't hurt." She left it standing on the table and climbed on the bed
beside me.

We kissed for some minutes before she returned her hand to my pussy. Once
again her lubricated finger was at my hymen and this time she inserted it
through one of the small holes in the maidenhood and stretched it wide
enough to take all of her finger. I had already had my finger in there
exploring myself so it didn't hurt as she did this. She said she need not
have worried about the KY jelly, as I was so wet the dildo would slip in
easily. She asked me again if I was sure this is what I wanted and again I
had the chance to back out but again found myself urging her to take me.

"You want me to fuck you?" She asked for the third time.

"Yes please, please fuck me now," I pleaded, "I am ready."

The jelly dick was in her hand now and she brought it between my legs,
rubbing it over my clit hood for a bit and then slowly into my vulva. I
could feel it on the sensitive skin, over the flap of the urethra and
sliding gently into my creaming entrance. I could feel the pressure on the
hymen as she stretched it. She kissed my lips hard bringing her tongue into
my mouth. She suddenly pushed harder and the dildo moved into my vagina
with a sharp pain that made me shout nnnnnnnngggggg into her mouth. Then it
was over. She pushed the jelly dick further into me, opening the length of
the organ but there was practically no more hurting.

"There baby," she said, "you are now a woman, no longer a virgin." I cried
just for a few seconds but then we kissed and she made sweet love, first
with the dildo and then with her mouth and fingers bringing me from one
peak to the next in wave after wave.  She was rubbing her own pussy over my
knee and she came a couple of times. I offered to help her but she said no,
today was just for me. After a while I said "I had better get home, I was
only supposed to be going for a bike ride." As I got up I noted a couple of
spots of blood on the sheets but she waved me off saying it was
nothing. She stuck a panty-liner onto my panties before I pulled them up in
case I bled any more.

As I cycled home my whole body felt like it was glowing bright red and I
was sure everyone could see the change it me, `ooh look there goes a girl
who's just lost her virginity.' I was amazed my mum didn't hold her hands
to her face in shock but instead was saying something about a TV programme
that I just couldn't absorb in amongst the thoughts rolling round my head.

Although my mum went back to work there some 4 weeks later, I carried on
seeing Sandra for over a year, not Tuesdays or Fridays obviously, but
another love was to come my way, although even now I still love Sandra and
visit her sometimes.  I found out years later that she had seduced my mum
as well, though long after me, and as far as I know they still have sex,
and maybe mum even does some cleaning occasionally! I do not think mum ever
found out about me though, and my aunt was wrong, we never were found out
and my lover never went to jail over me.  Nevertheless, that's how I came
of age on my fourteenth birthday. I know it was young but I truly was ready
and never regretted it. Every girl wants her first time to be special and
to me that was just what it was, tenderly, with my full consent and with
love.

THE END

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