Date: 5 Oct 2001 11:56:48 -0700 From: Jan Subject: Seducing Emily (Adult Youth f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you, or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2001 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please E-mail me at janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Seducing Emily By Jan My story starts in Savannah, Georgia. I came from a comfortable southern family; not rich, just dedicated to living the southern dream of how a family should live. I first saw Emily standing on the sidewalk admiring my flower garden as I was weeding it early one morning. I liked to get that chore done early before the heat and humidity would make it too hot and sweaty of a job. I just looked up as I wiped sweat from my brow with the back of my gloved hand. This angelic little girl was standing there with her book bag and lunch in hand. She was obviously on her way to school. "You have a very pretty garden Ma'am!" she said. "Thank you Dear!" I responded. "It must take a lot of work. I have noticed that you always have flowers in bloom year round." I told her, "I plant different flowers at different times so that something is blooming as others have finished and need to be cut back." She said, "I better get to school before I'm late!" as she waved her hand and headed down the street in the direction of the local grammar school. Seeing that child brought back memories of my childhood growing up in Atlanta, Georgia. I was a precocious child and found I had a strong desire to play with the bodies of other girls at a very early age. Boys were of no interest to me. But I was always finding ways to put my fingers in the panties of other girls. I was drawn to the smell between their legs. When I would find a playmate that would let me play with her I would soon have her sitting on my face with her panties off so I could smell her and lick her. As I grew up I learned that girls that did that were called dirty names and picked on, so I hid my desires from most of my friends. I would find a girl every now and then that enjoyed tasting the flesh between each other's legs as much as me and we would be best friends for a long time. At least until their families would move to far away for us to see each other anymore. When I was about eleven years old I met a neighbor woman that had a garden very much like the one I have now. I didn't know how old she was. At that age I couldn't tell her age, she could have been any age from 35 to 45 as far as I knew. I would see her on her knees working in her yard every day. She would be in halter top and baggy shorts. She would be weeding and pruning the flowers. In response to my questions she explained that by pruning the buds it encouraged the remaining buds to grow larger flowers and by culling wilting flowers prevented the new flowers from wilting sooner. I was soon helping her take care of her flowerbeds. When we were done we would sit on the pouch and have iced tea. One day I was facing her from her porch glider and she was sitting in a large wicker chair. When she would change her position in the chair I could see up the legs of her large shorts. I could see the dark shading of her pink underpants at the crotch. I had seen my mother's crotch enough to know that grown women had hair between their legs. And judging by the dark color I could tell she must have black hair between her legs. She saw where my eyes were looking. She smiled at me and deliberately spread her legs wide to make sure I got a good view of her panties. When she was satisfied that I was getting excited looking at her panties she asked, "Do you enjoyed looking at my panties?" "I, I, I, Yes!" I finally admitted. I had thought about lying, but the tone of her voice was not angry, reproaching or accusatory. It was a warm question. She smiled at me again and asked, "Do you enjoyed playing with girls bodies?" I said, "I do when I know the girl will not tell on me!" "That is a very mature answer for a girl so young. Would you like to come into my home and discuss the subject more?" She said. I got the tingly feeling between my legs and said, "Yes!" She stood up and gathered up our tea glasses and led the way into the house. The house was dark and cool. I could smell flowers in the parlor. She invited me to sit next to her on an old Victorian love seat by patting the space next to her. I sat next to her and she wrapped her arm around my waist and drew me next to her. She asked me if I would like to see her breasts? I could only shake my head in approval. There was a lump in my throat preventing me from talking. She untied her halter-top and pulled the material away to expose two large soft breasts that sagged a little. The areolas stretched into oval shapes. They were much darker than my mother's was. "Would you like to feel them Honey?" She asked. I just reached for them with both hands. I felt them from underneath to see how heavy there were. As I lifted them up the areolas returned to a round shape. I ran my fingers over the nipples and felt them get harder to my touch. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her breast. I could smell a mix of the smell of dirt that was still clinging to her knees and hands, sweat and her perfume. I opened my mouth and took the offered nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. She was telling me, "Suck harder Honey! That feels so good!" She pulled my mouth away from her nipple and I was reluctant to let go. She asked, "Would you like to join me for a shower and do more things?" "Yes Ma'am!" She stood up with her halter-top tangling from her shoulders as she took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom and adjoining bathroom. She sat on the toilet as she undressed me. I had dressed like her to work in her yard, so I was soon standing in front of her as nude as the day I was born. Then she stood up and let her halter-top fall to the floor and she stooped to remove her shoes. Her breasts swung like pendulums. Then she unbuttoned the side of her shorts and pulled the zipper down. They fell to the floor around her feet. She was down to her large baggy pink underpants. They were well worn and the elastic was loose around the legs. When she put her hands inside the waist to pull them down I saw that her lower tummy sagged a little below the navel. Then the black hair was exposed. It was not that thick but it was tangled. She lifted one leg at a time to step out of them. In doing this I saw the flesh between the crack that hung down like wrinkled flowers. I just had to reach out and touch them. My mother's crack did not have exposed lips like this. She stood still while I felt my first adult cunt. Then she moved to the shower and opened the glass door and turned on the water. She leaned in and felt the spray until she was satisfied that it was the right temperature. I still had my hand on her pubic mound with a finger in her wet cunt. She pushed me into the shower and stood behind me as we got wet. She picked up a bar of soap and a washrag and proceeded to wash my body for me. She washed under my arm and over my flat chest. I had to spread my legs wide so she could wash my little cunt. Then she turned me around and had me bend over as she ran the soapy rag up and down the crack of my ass. She had me turn around and let the water rinse me off. Then it was my turn to wash her. I took the rag and soaped her arms and she lifted them so I would wash under them. I spent a lot of time washing her breasts. Then I washed her tummy and felt the soft flesh move under my touch. Then I ran my hand through her hairy garden. She shuddered a little as my fingers slipped between the lips of her cunt and touch that nub at the top of the valley she later told me was our clitoris. Then she turned her back to me and bent over. I knew what she wanted me to wash. I lathered up the mounds of flesh that was her ass. Then as I ran the soapy rag between the valley I saw that her anus was circled with strands of black hair. As my fingers touched her anus it puckered up like it wanted to be kissed. She rinsed the soap off and we reached out side for a couple of large terrycloth towels. We dried each other off. Then she led me to her bedroom and we got on the bed. She encouraged me to touch her body. Then she turned over so she could kiss me and suck on my flesh. My breasts were just little swells of fat with pink areolas on them. I had no visible nipples yet. But she seemed to enjoy sucking on my breasts. She kissed her way to my crotch and got between my legs and lifted them up until my knees were almost next to my ears. Then she licked my crack. I felt a thrill I had never felt from letting another girl touching my cunt. When her tongue touched my anus I almost felt like I was going to pee. Then she licked up the valley until her tongue touched that little nub of flesh and she sucked it into her mouth. It was not long before I lost control. I had what she told me was a climax. I almost passed out and I did pee in her face. She did not turn her head away. She just put her mouth over the opening and drank my pee. When I was finished she moved back up next to me and kissed me on the cheek and told me I was the sweetest girl she had ever had. I looked at her and asked naively, if I could kiss her the way she had done to me? She assured me that I could kiss her anyplace I wanted. I rolled over on top of her larger body and started kissing her mouth. I could taste my pussy and my pee on her mouth. Rather than be repulsed, I was even more excited. Then I slid down the front of her body on my way to her breasts. When I pressed my face into the soft pillows of flesh they formed to the shape of my face, making it impossible to breath until I sucked a nipple into my mouth and pulled my head back stretching the flesh out into a tee-pee shape. I was in heaven sucking on her breasts. But I felt her hairy crotch moving under my tummy telling me she wanted me to kiss it like she had done to me. I licked my way down her body past her navel and through her hairy garden with my tongue. Her clit was hooded with skin that turned into those fat labia folds of flesh. She encouraged me to put my finger in her vagina as I sucked on her clit. I started with one finger then two. By the time she moaned in discomfort I had inserted almost my whole fist into the hole. She was flexible enough to pull her legs back and hook them behind her armpits. This allowed her to use both hands to pull the labia open for me to explore with my fingers and tongue. I even followed the trail of black hair back to the opening of her anus. I licked it and felt it pucker up. When I pushed my tongue into the hole it gripped it like it was afraid I would pull it out. Then I went back up and put my tongue into her vagina and rubbed my nose against her clit until she shook and her cunt felt like it was filling up with liquid. I sucked up everything she could give me. That was the beginning of our lasting relationship. It only ended when my family moved from Atlanta to Savannah, Georgia. I grew up with a strong desire to relive my love for my first lover. But like any proper southern girl at 15, I went to my first cotillion where I was introduced to all the eligible your men that were considered proper young men to marry. I found that the best way to placate the family was to find a young man I could control. I saw to it that he was an ambitious young man that wanted to make his niche in the stock business. I gave him a couple of children, girl and a boy. I hid my desire for women. As he progressed in business he spent less and less time at home. I suspect that he had a mistress on the side that he sees for sex. That was fine with me. That just meant that I was free to pursue women when I could. By the time I reached 40 my daughter had married a young Naval Officer that was in Naval Air. She moved to Norfolk, Virginia to be a proper Navel wife. Our son decided that he didn't want to go to Georgia Tech or the University of Georgia either. He decided he wanted to go to Pen State for some reason. The result was that I had an empty nest syndrome. After all I had spent twenty years driving the kids to swimming lessons, dance classes, music classes, scout meetings and outings. Now I was at loose ends, my husband was rarely home. I spent a lot of time in my garden like my first lover. That brings me back to my meeting with Emily. She would stop by and talk to me as I worked in my yard by the hour. Her Mom stopped by one day as I was working in the yard to thank me to being so kind to her daughter. She told me she was a single Mom because her husband left home shortly after Emily was born and filed for divorce from the state of Texas. She said that she had to work to support them and Emily was left alone a lot. I told her I enjoyed her company and was happy to have someone to talk too. That began our long-term relationship. Emily would help me in the yard and do her homework on my kitchen table as I fixed us something to eat. It was almost like having another child. I would take her to dance classes and join her Mom at recitals like a proud grandparent. Emily had always been an emotional girl that sought physical support. She wanted to be held, hugged and assured that she was loved. I tried not to think about her sexually but her presence was always reminding me about my first lover. Here I was in the reverse position. The mother figure for a young girl that wanted love. As time passed she would cuddle up next to me on the couch to watch TV while we waited for her mother to get off work to pick her up to take her home. I loved to smell her clean hair as she snuggled up next to me. One night while watching TV my hand absently rested on her lap. I was not even thinking about it at the time. But when I wanted to move to get into a more comfortable position and started to move my hand. Emily grabbed my wrist with both hands and pressed it in place between her legs. I didn't know what to do. If I jerked my hand away she would think I was rebuffing her. If I left my hand there it could lead to me losing control and seducing her. I decided I better tell Emily that I needed to move before my arm fell asleep. She reluctantly released my wrist and I moved my hand to her forearm. I thought about it the rest of the night. The next time she was staying over we worked in the yard together until it was to dark out. Then I sent her to the guest bedroom to shower and change clothes while I showered in my bathroom. I was just drying off when Emily came in still damp from drying off to show me a cut on her knee. I got out the Hygiene-peroxide to wash the cut out. It was pretty clean because it didn't foam up at all. I dried it off by blowing on it. Then I put a Band-Aid on her knee. I was looking at her smooth body her breasts looked just like mine at that age and her little pubis looked swollen and didn't have a hair on it. I had visions of her rubbing herself until her mound got this swollen. Her eyes were glued on my crotch too. As I grew up my pubic hair got darker. I still qualified as a blonde but my pubic hair was a dark brown. I tried to keep it trimmed to an even length and shaped so that I could wear reveling underwear. Like my mother my labia was hidden between the crack of my cunt. But for some reason my clitoris was large and protruded past the crack like a little penis. I can't say if it was all that stimulation it received over the years or not. But looking at her eyes and knowing that she was looking at had me so excited that I was afraid that I would be dripping if I didn't stop. So I picked her up and stood her on her feet and gave her fanny a playful swat as I sent her back to her room to dress. I closed the bathroom door and locked it. I sat on the toilet and spread my legs wide and masturbated until I climaxed. I wiped myself off and opened the door to get dressed. There was Emily standing there in her summer dress and sandals. I was beside myself wondering if she had been there long enough to here me cum. I dressed quickly and we went to the kitchen and I made us a quick meal of Tuna-salad sandwiches and Minestrone soup. She had punch with the meal and I made fresh coffee for myself. We went back into the family room to watch TV after we ate. I filled her glass with punch again and I poured myself a fresh mug of coffee. We settled in to watch a movie on the cable. Emily curled up next to me in her usual position. But this time her head was resting on my breast. This time she took my hand and placed it on her lap. I was actually sweating feeling the bulge of her little pussy. She was rubbing my hand up and down the front of her dress until my middle finger found the grove between the valley of her cunt. I felt it get damp. I was concerned about turning her on. So I removed my hand from her lap. She was visibly disappointed about that and wanted me to put my hand pack in her lap. I got up to get a fresh cup of coffee and when I returned I sat on the other side of the couch. That way when she curled up next to me I had a cup in the hand, to her chagrin. What she didn't notice was that I while she watched the TV; I smelled my middle finger of the hand that had been in her lap. I wanted to suck my finger badly. When Emily's Mom arrived to take her home. I couldn't get them out the door soon enough and I bent to bed and smelled and sucked that finger as I masturbated again. The next day she told me that my breasts were much bigger than her Mom's were. I told her that I am older than your Mom. You and your Mom will learn to regret it when they get as big as mine. "Why?" She asked. Because your bra straps cut into your shoulders and they are in the way when your working. They get in the way when you swim but that is a big price to pay for toys. Emily laughed when I called them toys. She wanted to know why I called them toys. I told her that a lot of men like to play with them like they are toys. "I like to play with them too!" Emily said. I told her, "People have dirty names for women that like to play with other women." "I know about that but I still like to feel women!" "Emily, Honey you should not go around saying things like that or people will think you are one of those kind of girls" "I don't care what people say I wanted to touch you while you were putting the Band-Aid on my knee" She confessed. I didn't know what to do. Should I confess that I wanted her so badly that I was masturbating ever night thinking about her or continue to try and convince her that her desires were wrong. I asked her. "Why do you want to touch me like that?" Emily said, "When I saw your pussy my mouth watered I wanted to touch it so badly." I thought about it for a while. Then I went to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. While in was in the kitchen I removed my bra by unhooking it from the back and pulling the shoulder strap down over my right elbow and pulling the hand free. Then I pulled the bra across my body and out the sleeve of my left arm. I lay it over the back of a dinning-room chair and returned to the couch. I sat next to her so that I could put my right hand back in her lap. When Emily returned her head to my breast she felt how soft it was. She looked up at me knowing I did not have a bra on. She moved up and kissed me on my lips. Then she reached for the left breast with her hand. I put my hand back in her lap and stroked her mound. Emily unbuttoned my blouse and put her hand inside to feel my breast. I was breathing hard now. We sat there watching TV with her playing with my nipple and me rubbing her crotch until her Mom knocked at the front door. I got up and buttoned my blouse as I went to open the door. Emily was close behind me with her books and homework ready to go home. She stopped long enough to kiss me on the mouth with a quick peck. The next day I did my gardening while she did her homework. When she was done I came in and checked it. Then I told her that dinner was in the fridge so she could set the table while I showered. I was in the shower when Emily opened the door and stepped in. I was looking at a body that was very much like mine at that age. I asked her why her pubis looked so swollen all the time. Emily blushed and confessed that she masturbated all the time. She told me that she sometimes does it two or three time every day at school in the bathroom. She said that was the only way she could sit still in class. I knelt in front of her and inspected her cunt. I told her that we should have her checked out by a doctor in case there was an infection. But it looks good enough to eat. With that I placed my mouth over the mound and slipped my tongue into the valley. Here we were with her back against the tile wall of the shower and me on my knees and my face in her pussy as water ran down my back. Emily could not stand still. It was as if her knees kept going weak. So I lifted them one at a time and placed them over my shoulders. Poor Emily banged her head on the wall when she climaxed. I held her and rubbed her head until she felt better. Then she kissed me again. This was not the kiss of a child and mother, but the kiss of a satisfied lover. We dried off and lay on by bed. She inspected my clit and the hole in my vagina. Then she tasted her first cunt. I had been so excited from eating her pussy that I climaxed very quickly. We finally dressed and had dinner. Of course I didn't bother putting on panties and bra so that Emily could play with me while we waited for her Mom to pick her up. From then on our evenings were spent in love making as much as possible. Her Mom even commented on how much that Emily had calmed down as a result of my influence. She confined to me that she and been concerned with her behavior. She had caught her masturbating many times. Now she doesn't seem to be doing that much anymore and she sleeps like an angel. I was thinking to myself that she was sleeping peacefully because she was so sexually satisfied now. She even thought it was cute that Emily kissed me goodnight with such passion every night. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your comments to janmay699@icqmail.com.