Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 09:29:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: San Diego State and Stacy (Adult Youth f/F)

Warning:

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

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                     San Diego State and Stacy
                               By
                              Jan


	Stacy came home from San Diego State University on
spring vacation to visit her family.  They lived in Phoenix, AZ,
or to be more specific in the Mesa suburbs.

	While she was home she wanted to see her best friend.
They had grown up together.  They had been in pre-school
together and their friendship had grown from that day.  They
were in the same classrooms most years.  They even made sure
that their high school classes were the same each year.  It had
been a heart breaking parting when it came time for them to go
to college because her friend Carol was going to the University
of Arizona and she was leaving for San Diego.

	She took her mother's car and drove over to Carol's
home.  When she knocked on the door, it was Carol's Mom
who opened the door.  Stacy's heart skipped a beat at the sight
of this lady.  As close as she was to Carol she had always had a
crush on her mother.

	Her name was Elisabeth and she was everything Stacy
wanted to be.  She was a tall slender platinum blonde woman
with perfectly manicured fingernails.  She was a lawyer by
profession and was always dressed like a professional
businesswoman.  Her suits and accessories were perfectly
coordinated.  Today she had on her suit skirt and a teal blouse.
The lace bra was visible and was turning on Stacy.  After all
she was a woman that was in her mid-forties at the time and
still very attractive.  She had divorced Carol's father and
married a man that was younger than her.  He was a nice guy
but away on business a lot.

	Their home was a spacious two-story Spanish retro.  The
thick walls functioned to cool the house and all south facing
windows were shaded by over hanging covered walkways.

	When Stacy entered the lobby of the home the large red
tile floors squeaked under her tennis shoes.  Liz hugged her
warmly.  The smell of Liz's perfume and the fresh smell of
soap on her body thrilled Stacy.  Liz ushered her into the sitting
room and as they sat down on the couch facing each other Liz
said, "It is so nice of you to drop by to see me Honey!"

	Stacy blushed and asked, "Is Carl home?"

	Liz said, "Alas Carol is spending the weekend in Texas
with her father.  My husband has gone to Washington, DC on
business.  I'm rattling around her like the preverbal b-b in a
bathtub!"

	Stacy noticed the slurring speech and figured that Liz
was more that a little tipsy.  She was dressed in her normal
heels, nylons and business suit skirt.  The silk teal blouse was
unbuttoned almost to the waist.  Liz's mauve bra was visible.

	She tried to excuse herself by saying, "I didn't mean to
interrupt your afternoon.  I just stopped by to se if Carol was
home."  She started to rise to leave.

	Liz said, "Nonsense! Stay and have a drink with me.
You're a collage girl now!"

	Stacy mildly sat back down.  Liz stood up and went to
the bar and asked what she would like to drink over her
shoulder.  Stacy did not have much experience with drinking
and really didn't know what to ask fore.  She figured the safest
thing to say was, "what ever your having Mrs. B."

	Liz, "Wise choice!"

	She put ice into two tall gold trimmed glasses and poured
an amber liquid from a matching decanter.  She topped the
glasses with a clear soda.  She returned to Stacy's couch and sat
next to her.  She handed Stacy one of the glasses and before
Stacy could take a sip of the golden liquid Liz put an arm
around her shoulders and leaned close to her face.

	Stacy was about to ask what she wanted when Liz kissed
her on the mouth.  The kiss was an intense one that lingered for
a long time.  Her tongue invaded Stacy's mouth.  Stacy could
taste the alcohol in her mouth.  The kiss had the desired effect
on Stacy; her panties were damp by the time it ended.

	When Liz sat back on the couch she took a long sip of
her drink.  Stacy was so flustered that she took a large gulp of
the liquid and almost choked when she swallowed it.  It was a
strong drink and it burned her throat and warmed her tummy.

	Liz stroked Stacy's back and said, "I have wanted to do
that, from the time you were a child stealing glances at my
body.  Stacy responded by flinging her arms around Liz's neck
and kissed her on the mouth.  Liz forced her tongue between
her lips and with her left arm around her back she placed her
right hand on Stacy's tummy.

	Stacy had on a light blue tank-top that exposed her
tummy.  Liz's hand ran up her rib cage to the elastic of her bra.
Stacy wore a B-cup bra.  Her breasts were over flowing but she
would not fill a C Cup bra.  Liz pushed one cup up and over her
tit.  She continued to kiss Stacy at the same time she drove the
girl crazy with her hand.  The breast was little more than a
handful and the areola was hard under Liz's hand.  She could
feel the hot breath of Stacy's breathe on her cheek as they
kissed and knew that Stacy was getting terribly excited.  She sat
back, took a sip of her drink and looked at Stacy.

	Stacy was flustered and regretted that Liz had stopped the
kiss.  She also picked up her drink and took another sip.  It did
not burn this time and she drank almost all of it before the
realized that her cheeks were tingling and her lips felt a little
numb.  The look Liz was giving her was making her panties
even wetter.

	Liz was looking at the way the crumpled bra puckered up
the tank-top.  She sat back and told Stacy, "Stand up in front of
me and remove your clothes!"

	Stacy complied without question.  She pulled the tank-
top over the top of her head.  She used one hand to reach behind
her back and unhook the bra.  When she let the bra fall to the
floor she quickly covered her tits with her hands because she
was shy.  She thought her legs were to long, her feet to big, her
arms to long and her hands to large.  When she lowered her
hands to bend over to untie her shoes, Liz got her first look at
Stacy's breasts.  They were sweet looking swells that were
capped by her areolas.  The areolas changed color abruptly to a
dark mauve and then gradually changed into a lighter shade of
mauve.  They were like little baby bottle nipples.  They were
little mounds on top of the breasts and the nipples were like
little flat capped erasures.

	Stacy bent over at the waist to untie her Nike leather
tennis shoes.  She removed both shoes and her socks before
standing up again.  She had on jeans that were faded on the
front of the thighs, cheeks of her butt and where her hands
would rub when she put them into pockets.  There were holes
scattered around like acid had burned them on the knees and
fanny.  It is hard to believe she would pay more than forty
bucks for pants that allowed everyone to see the color of her
panties.  But that was the style of the day.  Her panties were the
same shade of light blue as her bra and tank-top.

	Stacy tugged on the waistband of the jeans, and all of the
buttons opened.  She had to struggle to get the jeans over her
hips and down the legs.  When she lifted each leg to step out of
them, Liz got a look at the prize, the light blue panties, wet and
much darker at the crotch.

	She reached out and cupped the crotch with the palm of
her hand.  She stroked the damp material feeling the slimy
texture of the fabric.  Stacy stood still until Liz sat back on the
couch.  Stacy had to roll the tight panties down her hips and
legs.  By the time she stepped out of them they were just a little
blue ball in the palm of her hand.  She dropped them on the
floor and stood there facing Liz.

	The girl nervously curled the hair of her pageboy
hairstyle around her fingers.  Liz was looking at her body and
hardly noticed how nervous Stacy was.  Stacy was a slim girl.
Every rib was visible and her tummy was flat.  Her hips were
wide but her butt was as tight as a boys.  Because she was a
dark blonde her pubic hair was even darker.  There was not a lot
of hair covering her pubis so the crack was visible.  It was a
narrow crack that covered her labia completely.  Her thighs
were slim and bowed.  Stacy thought she was knocked kneed
but they really were not.  Her feet were not as large as she
thought.  They were just narrow.  Liz stood up and led Stacy to
the kitchen.

	The kitchen was not really Liz's place.  Her new husband
liked to cook when he was home.  So the kitchen was his.  The
appliances were all matched, stainless steel fridge and
dishwasher.  The gas range was a professional thing with a
stone cooking surface in addition to the cast iron burners.  All
of the counter tops were made out of native reddish granite as
were the stone on the island and splashguards.  Liz picked up
Stacy and sat her on the cold island.  Stacy sat there in awe as
she watching Liz undress.

	Liz is five-foot seven slender but very curvaceous.  She
unbuttoned the rest of the blouse as she pulled it out of her
skirt.  She tossed it towards the dinning area.  Then she
unhooked her bra and flung it in the same general direction as
the blouse.  While she was reaching behind her body to
unfasten the skirt Stacy got her first look Liz's naked breasts.
She had wondered many times what they would look like and
now here she was staring at them.

	Liz had remarkable breasts for a woman her age.  They
were full C-cupped with areolas that were dimpled brownish
oval shaped with very little nipples.  She had milked her breasts
when her daughter was born just to see if milk would come out.
The milk squirted in all directions from the nipples.  Stacy
could hardly take her eyes off them as Liz finished undressing.

	Liz also had to struggle to free her hips of the garment
that covered them.  When she stepped out of the skirt she flung
it towards the pile accumulating near one of the dinning-room
chairs.  She looked good enough to eat standing there in the
matching underpants to her bra.  The lace panties managed to
hide most of the strategic area by the lace butterfly.  When Liz
rolled the panties down and stepped out of them she was nude
except for her nylons and patent leather pumps.  She left them
on because she felt that they made her look sexier.

	Had she asked Stacy her opinion, she would have agreed
whole heartedly!  The nylons were shear and just a shade darker
than her skin with lace latex garters at the tops.  The three-inch
heels in pearl gray elevated her heels enough that her calves
were tight little knots.  Stacy could not take her eyes off Liz's
vagina.  Her pubic hair was darker and trimmed short and shave
into a V that would be hid by all but the skimpiest bikini.  Her
labia were protruding below the pubic mound and the hooded
clitoris was visible as well.

	Stacy wondered why she on the counter, like a Christmas
turkey ready to be stuffed.  The way Liz explored Stacy's body
you would have thought she was tenderizing the bird for
stuffing.  She just stopped short of slitting the breasts and
stuffing sage under the skin.  When she lay her on her back and
put her legs on the counter and spread her legs and stared into
her vagina Stacy felt like she should ask if she passed the
physical.  What followed was nothing like any exam she had
ever had before.

	Liz licked her cunt from asshole to clitoris.  Stacy was
reduced too not only biting her fingernails and the heel of her
hand to keep from scramming out her love for Elizabeth.  Liz
sucked her pussy until the girl could not tell if she was
climaxing or peeing on her self.  She felt like she should
apologize until she sat up and saw that Liz's face was covered
in her cum juice.  The look on her face was pure joy.

	Liz next removed her shoes and nylons before she led the
unstable girl out of the sliding patio door past the pool area to
the hot tub.  When Liz held out her hands for Stacy to enter the
tub.  Stacy could not help put notice that her fingernails were
not only brilliantly red but were buffed to a smooth shine.  They
lounged in the tub with their arm around each other talking
about doing the same thing again before Stacy had to catch her
flight back to San Diego.  When they felt like they had been in
the water long enough they headed for the bathroom nearest the
pool to shower before Stacy had to get home.  In the bathroom
Liz told Stacy to go ahead and shower first she needed to pee
anyway.

	When Liz sat on the toilet Stacy knelt if front of her so
she could watch.  When Liz let go with a stream of yellow
water Stacy stuck her finger into it.  Then she diddled the clit
until the hood slid beck to give Stacy a view of a large adult
clit.  When Liz was finished peeing Stacy rubbed her dry and
tasted her first cunt.  She was even turned on by the smell of the
urine.  Liz wrapped her legs around Stacy and humped her face
until she climaxed.

	They showered together and Stacy dressed after they
were dry.  She went home with the full intention of getting
together with Liz again.  It just didn't work out.  Her family had
plans for a family get-together.  Elizabeth's husband came
home too.  Stacy thought about nothing else but her day with
Elizabeth on the flight back to collage.  When she opened her
E-mail she found the most delightfully nasty love note from
Liz.


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