Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 15:32:30 -0700 From: Star Stevenson Subject: Street Angels Chapter two Lebian Adult/Youth STREET ANGELS Copyright 2005 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved. Chapter Two As Yvonne entered Barbara's penthouse she was overwhelmed by the huge picture window view of the ocean many stories below that greeted her as she walked through the doorway and exited from a short angled hallway. Looking around she also felt a little intimidated by the understated luxury that surrounded her. Everything just oozed quality, from the original colorful oil paintings on the walls to the dark walnut furniture and pearl white upholstery. Elegant, that was the word for it. Barbara's place was elegant much like Barbara herself, Yvonne decided. "Gosh," Yvonne exclaimed. "You must be rich!" words she instantly regretted. "I mean, sorry, you're place is so beautiful! I've never seen a place like this before," she said gazing around with awe and wonder in her bright blue eyes. Barbara laughed. "Yes I suppose it is. I've never seen it through the eyes of someone else like you before." she realized. "It makes me appreciate what I have all over again. So thank you for your compliment honey. Do you like the view?" she asked Yvonne, guiding her over to her floor-to-ceiling tempered glass picture window as she remembered sharply her own despondency and total disinterest in this same view just a few short days ago. "It's awesome!" Yvonne exclaimed as she felt Barbara's hand and arm rest comfortably on her shoulders as she stared out at the magnificent panorama of nighttime city lights reflecting off the ocean. They ringed the bay like a multi-colored jewel necklace and lit the sky up behind them with a warm green fading to dark blue and on into black. Then Yvonne felt herself getting warm flashes from the intimate but very welcome contact with her new friend, feeling Barbara's breast lightly pressing into her shoulder as she continued to hold Yvonne to her side. A physical excitement began stirring deep inside her. "I think maybe we should talk," Barbara said gently. "But first I'll make us a snack, would you like that?" "Yeah, I'm kinda hungry and I'd, well, like to talk if that's okay," "Of course it is. Now sit back and relax. I'll only be a few minutes," Barbara said as she walked off to the kitchen and began preparing some tomato sandwiches, cookies and ice cream. As Barbara worked away in the kitchen Yvonne took stock of her feelings, aside from the ones she knew she had to acknowledge and then release, those horrible emotions from her past. The fact was that Barbara turned her on, only it wasn't just a sexual thing Yvonne knew, it was love. She was falling head over heels in love with this beautiful, rich, kind and yes, sexy woman and that scared her. Barbara had said she loved her, but what had she meant by that? Was it a kind of motherly love or did she feel the same way Yvonne did? She simply didn't know and this made her uneasy and afraid to take any action that might provide her with the answer, dreading the pain and loss she'd feel if she were rejected. Yvonne decided to keep her feelings about Barbara to herself for now but that was hard when the object of her passionate affection entered the room carrying a tray full of sandwiches and snacks. She looks so marvelous, she thought as she took in the tight lines of Barbara's clothing and then got a peek down her blouse when she bent over to rest the tray on the coffee table. Yvonne blushed and hoped that Barbara hadn't noticed her staring at her cleavage. Barbara had indeed noticed and a frisson of excitement ran through her when she realized the young girl in front of her had just checked out her boobs. Careful, Barbara told herself. That isn't why you brought her home. The girl is much too confused and befuddled right now to know what she wants sexually or otherwise and I must be the adult here. One wrong move and I could lose her for good, she thought anxiously. After making sure Yvonne felt comfortable helping herself Barbara sat down beside her on her large plush white couch. "So what would you like to talk about precious? Would you like me to ask questions or do you just want to tell it all to me while I just listen. Either way is fine with me," Barbara offered. "And hey, I'm a lawyer. Anything you tell me is completely confidential, so don't be afraid," she laughed lightly. "And I'm probably unshockable. Nothing you tell me is going to change the way I feel about you sweetheart, okay?" "Really? You're a lawyer? Oh wow, I never talked to a lawyer before," Yvonne said both truthfully and to buy herself some time. Unburdening her soul to this woman would be a huge act of trust and she wasn't sure she was ready. On the other hand all her feelings were so close to the surface, badly needed ventilating, and Barbara had followed through on every promise so far. She was sure she could trust her but would she be turned off by things like her rape? Would she see Yvonne after that as just another piece of trailer park trash and not worthy of her deeper affections? Briefly her fears fought against her need to disclose, but then one look into Barbara's warm grey eyes convinced her to take the chance, that everything just might be okay and that Barbara would still feel the same about her afterwards, just as she had said. Mustering up her courage Yvonne began to tell her gruesome tale of neglect and abuse that Barbara had only half expected. While her own mother had been an alcoholic, Yvonne's was a heroin and crack addict and it became clear to Barbara that there was a big difference between these addictions and the effects they had had on each as children. Yvonne told of being made to watch her mother turning tricks, as her mother earned extra money by having the child in the room, of watching the blood squirt from hers veins as she tried to shoot up, of constantly moving from hotels to rooming houses to social housing during the brief times her mother tried to get clean, and of fleeing in the middle of the night because the rent wasn't paid. Yvonne's one salvation had been school but she found it difficult to fit in because of her frequent changes of address and from the poor quality of her clothing and hygiene. She was frequently taunted and bullied but endured because some of the teachers cared and recognized the brilliance of her young mind and encouraged her to keep trying. And Yvonne had kept trying, right up until that night when her mother's latest boyfriend, in a frenzied drunken state, decided he wanted the daughter too and Yvonne's world turned upside down. Barbara listened horrified as Yvonne related the events of that terrible evening some five months ago on what had been in fact her twelfth birthday. While Yvonne cited each of the details of that terrifying night her voice became almost mechanical in its delivery. It was Barbara who had tears streaming down her face, whose emotions were laid out and flayed raw by each revelation of the cruelty and suffering meted out by this boyfriend, this beast who had Yvonne's mother stand by and watch the whole sordid and wretched scene unfold. "Oh my God, honey, how could anyone treat you that way? It's monstrous!" cried Barbara as she scooped young Yvonne into her arms and rocked her and held her tight, so tight she realized the poor thing probably couldn't breath, and she eased up. "It was pretty bad alright," said Yvonne into Barbara's blouse. "I was all bloody, you know, down there, and real scared that he was gonna hurt me some more but he stopped and his thing got soft and he grabbed my mom, took her outside and left me alone. I cleaned up as best I could and I was in a lot of pain. To feel safe I spent the night in the closet with the door shut. In the morning I just grabbed all my things and ran away down here. I haven't seen either of them since and I never want to again." Yvonne stated adamantly. At that admission Yvonne's own tears began flowing again and Barbara just held her and cherished her, swearing to her over and over again that she would never let anyone harm her like that ever again, ever baby, ever... They stayed locked in each other's arms for what seemed hours when Yvonne pulled back finally and asked to use the bathroom while wiping the tears from her eyes. "Over there on the left," Barbara directed. "While you're in there I'll get you some night clothes and we'll see where you can sleep. If you want a shower feel free honey. There's lots of soap, towels and shampoo. A nice hot shower might make you feel a whole lot better," she added. Yvonne answered saying that sounded like a great idea and off she went. When she was alone in Barbara's toilette and the door closed she looked around. She'd never seen a bathroom this big before or so pretty. Everything was pink and lavender colored and smelled deliciously of exotic soaps and perfumes. Ahead of her was a full length mirror and she watched herself undress. She first kicked off her old runners and socks then unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall in a heap on the floor. She pulled her white T-shirt over her head and stood naked, underwear being something of a luxury in her world, and then she looked closely at her body. Given her age Yvonne thought she looked okay but she had never really taken the time to study herself before or see herself as a sexual being. She was slim and very trim after her months living rough, about 5 feet tall, and she'd managed somehow to keep most of her weight on. Her breasts were as yet small prominences on her chest but her nipples had grown and darkened over the past year. Between her legs all of the abrasions and bruising had finally healed but she noticed she could see more of her labial lips than before, an unwanted result of her rape that had brutally ripped away her hymen. She noticed too, that her clitoris was now more pronounced, peeking out almost shyly from the top of her hairless slit. Is it all enough though to keep Barbara interested in her? And what if Barbara were only into men? Yvonne shivered at this thought but decided to let these questions go for now as she stepped lightly instead into the steamy shower she had set for herself. One thing at a time. If her life had taught her anything to this point it was patience. As the warm steamy water poured over her she let the heady, almost blissful feeling of healing wash through her as well from her disclosures to Barbara and her obvious acceptance of her afterward. It had felt so good unloading all that stuff to her. Barbara, still attempting to process everything Yvonne had told her, had meanwhile got busy on her guest room, unused for many months, by airing it out, fluffing it up and otherwise getting it ready for its latest guest. She also dug out a size large white cotton T-shirt that ought to suit Yvonne for the night. My God, what that poor child's been through, she thought as she continued. Barbara's own bed was a king size posturepedic sea of goose down underlays, satin sheets and plush comforters. Being a very sensuous person she ensured that her sleeping area matched her passion for soft, gentle textures that allowed her to drift off to sleep as if borne on a cloud. It had been a long time since anyone had shared that bed with her though, she recognized with some sadness. As Barbara emerged from the guest room she saw Yvonne exiting the bathroom. She looked so adorable with that big blue bath towel wrapped around her body while a smaller towel graced her head and hair. She was all freshly pink and smiles as she came up to Barbara and grinned a big grin. "Your bathroom is awesome! I've lived with my mom in rooms smaller than that!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "So you're feeling better are you?" "Yeah, and thank you so much for listening to me and being here for me tonight. I hope I didn't like gross you out or anything," "No way, honey pie. If anything I love you even more now than I did before." "Really? You don't know how much that means to me right now," Yvonne said with a small sob as she embraced Barbara in a warm almost passionate hug. Barbara could feel the dampness of Yvonne's young body pressed into hers and resisted the urge to simply strip the bath towel away and feel her warm naked skin next to her. My God, I'm losing it, she thought. "Honey, there's a big old T-shirt in the guest room you can put on and then I'll blow dry your hair for you. How would that be?" "That would be wonderful!" exclaimed Yvonne. Barbara watched her scamper around the corner into the guest room and marveled at how cute she looked when she re-emerged wearing the size large white T-shirt. "This feels just so cool!" Yvonne declared as she modeled the shirt for Barbara, even letting it twirl out as she spun around, which allowed Barbara to catch a brief glimpse of her bare rear end, something she wasn't at all expecting to see. Oh my, what an angel, she thought, staring at her blonde hair and the snow white shirt that fell to her knees. All she's missing are the wings, a halo, and underpants. "Okay sit over here, Yvonne," Barbara indicated a chocolate colored kitchen chair she'd brought into the living room. "Then I can brush and dry that lovely blonde hair of yours." She set about gathering together her blow dryer, comb, and hair brush and recovering somewhat from the sight of Yvonne's bare pink ass cheeks. Yvonne quickly sat down with Barbara behind her and felt the gentle heat of the dryer at work on her scalp. Barbara would take each long strand of hair into the brush then slowly apply the dryer inch by inch until each strand was done. Yvonne relaxed into the gentle sensuous rhythm of Barbara's ministrations to the point where she almost fell asleep. Heaven, she decided, could not get much better than this. For Barbara's part she was having similar feelings to Yvonne's. This simple act of grooming is so bonding, she mused. She could see the look of almost ecstasy on Yvonne's face as she continued, strand after strand, to dry the young girl's hair. It was a look almost what? Sexual? You're dreaming, she sighed to herself as she continued until finally the job was done. "My God honey, you're so beautiful!" Barbara gushed as she took in the sight of Yvonne's perfect little face framed by dry, clean, shimmering blonde hair. Yvonne herself had never had this kind of attention paid to her before and ran to look in a nearby cabinet mirror. She squealed in delight then ran back to Barbara and without thinking kissed her full on the lips. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." "Hey, hey, it's okay," Barbara reassured her feeling delightfully flustered. "I haven't been kissed in a long time. It was nice, baby. Don't worry," but she continued to look mortified, both hands sealing off her lips. "You mean it was okay? Kissing you like that?" Slowly Yvonne relaxed and dropped her hands. "More than okay baby," Barbara looked at her with a desperately passionate look that she quickly tried to cover up but too late. Yvonne had noticed. A surge of sexual energy rushed through the girl as she recognized the look on Barbara's face. For all of being only twelve there are some things that are just instinctual, like being able to read the lust in a potential lover's eyes. Yvonne responded coyly. "You mean you liked me kissing you?" Yvonne asked with a grin and her eyes full of something almost mischievous. "Yes I did, so don't feel bad about it. In fact," Barbara held her breath. "You can kiss me whenever you like," she exhaled and noticed the look of wonder in Yvonne's eyes as the meaning of her words sunk in. For Barbara this was as forward as she ever wanted to get. The kiss had been enchanting, feeling the girl's full lips in contact with her own, but she didn't want to push herself onto her but she didn't want to close the door on any further intimacies either. God, I'm being so bad, she berated herself. Yvonne was slightly less confused by Barbara's offer. In fact she saw it as an invitation to start taking some initiative, as something that freed her from her dreadful fear of rejection. What in the world had possessed her to kiss this woman? She wasn't going to analyze it. Grown ups probably get freaked out by stuff like this though so I'll take things slowly, Yvonne concluded. At the same time she was so excited because she might, just might, after all her years of struggle, strife and pain, get it all; the girl, the condo and the whole new life she so desperately craved. Was that being selfish, she wondered, then realized it didn't matter. If anyone deserved a break it was her, she decided. For whatever reason Barbara loved her and that was good enough. And she now recognized, with something like a flash, that she loved her back with probably equal intensity. "So, do I get to kiss you good night then?" Yvonne asked somewhat provocatively. Barbara felt a wave of heat pass through her body. "You sure do, but bedtime's a little ways ahead yet," she deferred cautiously. "Do you want to watch some TV first?" Yvonne quickly nodded yes and Barbara handed her the remote. "While you're doing that I'll go have a shower myself and change into my night clothes too. Be back in a flash sweetie! And have some more ice cream if you'd like," Barbara called over her shoulder as she headed down the hall for the shower. When Barbara had reached the sanctity of her bathroom she noticed the humidity left over from Yvonne's shower, but noted too that everything was otherwise in order, including the folded washcloth, soap and shampoo bottle placed exactly where they'd been before Yvonne's visit. Her clothes too, were neatly folded and placed on the counter. Well, if you're trying to score points, you just have, Barbara laughed as she began undressing. She too looked herself over in the full length bathroom mirror and thought she still looked pretty damned good for fifty. Her breasts were still firm and capped by large pink nipples that she noticed were extended in excitement. Her long legs were trim and the small triangle of brown pubic hair at her groin topped them off nicely. Who wouldn't want me? Barbara giggled before stepping into the hot shower. Once inside Barbara let the stress and tension of the last few days wash out of her. She's here, she likes me and I think she wants to stay, she decided confidently. And maybe, just maybe there's something sexual bubbling under her careful exterior, Barbara thought wickedly, reliving the moment of their first kiss once again. Taking her time Barbara luxuriated in the hot flowing water, letting it play over her body endlessly, easing her tired neck and shoulders especially, where she knew she always carried her tension and stress. After a quick shampoo and rinse she turned off the shower and, feeling thoroughly refreshed, she prepared to venture forth into this new relationship with Yvonne, wondering at the possibilities it might bring to fruition for both of them. She found Yvonne comfortably planted on the couch watching blaring music videos. As soon as she spied Barbara though she turned down the volume. "Sorry, I guess that was a little loud, huh?" Yvonne asked, immediately endearing herself to Barbara, while she in turn quietly admired Barbara's body swathed in a big pink wrap-around bath towel. She is just so gorgeous, Yvonne enthused to herself. "Oh no worries. I grew up in the sixties and seventies. Loud music doesn't bother me," Barbara laughed then sat down at the other end of the couch. "Hey, you want me to blow dry your hair too?" Yvonne asked her. "Well sure, if I'm not interrupting your program," Barbara said. "That would be nice, thank you!" Seating herself in the same chair Yvonne had recently occupied she propped herself up and waited for Yvonne to start. "My hair's kind of short. You don't need to comb or brush it, hon." "Aw, but I want to," Yvonne pouted. Signaling her surrender Barbara gave in and thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of being pampered by this young pretty scamp she was falling in love with. After a few precious minutes under her tender care Yvonne announced proudly that she was finished. "Go look!" she urged Barbara. Barbara went to the same mirror Yvonne had used and actually liked the job she'd taken such pains to do. She turned around with a big smile on her face. "It's wonderful, love. You did a great job!" Then she surprised Yvonne by coming over and returning her kiss, but this time letting it linger a few moments longer. She sensed Yvonne responding and was excitedly encouraged to go farther but stopped, pulling away as she gazed into Yvonne's dreamy looking face and smiled. "You see, kisses are okay honey." "Oh my!" was all Yvonne said as she moved in for a big hug. "But I still get to kiss you goodnight too, remember?" "How could I forget? I look forward to it!" After this erotically charged moment Barbara moved off to her bedroom to change. Oh my God, she thought as she slipped on some panties and a large T-Shirt with a big Garfield on it. I think she's really into going further. I'd better be careful! When Barbara came back out she joined Yvonne on the couch and watched the videos with her. Some she even enjoyed but with the others she realized contentedly this is just something she's just going to have to get used to, not that she was complaining. "Honey, guess what?" Barbara asked during a commercial break. "Maybe you don't know this but tomorrow's your birthday." "No, my birthday..." "No honey. That wasn't a birthday you had last time. I'm going to help you celebrate it all over again tomorrow and, if you'd like, I want to start off by taking you shopping, would that be okay?" "Gosh yes!" "And I'd also like you to consider living here with me from now on. Of course you don't have to make your mind up right away..." Yvonne simply squealed "Oh my God, this is so too much. You mean like move in now and...and never have to go back to the woods...and live here in this like, mansion? With you? You really like me that much?" she gasped. Did she hear right? Did Barbara really want her to live here with her? Barbara almost cried when she saw the look of cataclysmic joy on Yvonne's eager face. "God, I love you sweetheart, you precious baby. Yeah I like you that much. What do you think of that?" "I think I want to stay here almost forever!" Yvonne burst out in astonishment. "Well, we'll take things a day at a time, honey, and worry about forever some other day, but you can stay as long as you like. How's that?" "Perfect! I mean that's the best birthday present I could ever get! Thank you!" "Tomorrow's going to be a special day too honey, you'll see," Barbara promised. "Oooo, I know it will. I can't wait! And I think it's even bedtime now," she said as her program ended. "So do I get to give you that goodnight kiss then?" Barbara simply moved her head down and touched her lips tenderly against Yvonne's. Then she felt Yvonne's hand gently place itself on her shoulder and the kiss intensify. Following Yvonne's lead Barbara stayed with her and heard Yvonne moan as the kiss deepened and Barbara ever so slightly opened her lips and met Yvonne's eager tongue with hers. Both tentatively explored each other then they each grew bolder until finally their mouths were wide open and their tongues delved deep into each other's throat, probing and dueling, endlessly tangling around and around each other. Barbara felt dizzy with desire but knew she had to pull back before things got out of control. "Sweet Jesus, baby, that was a pretty grown up kiss." Barbara panted, holding Yvonne away from her by both shoulders. "You know where that was heading don't you, little one? You must know that that is in no way a condition of my accepting you here. I'd be devastated if you felt you had to please me like this just to stay here." "Oh my God, no!" cried Yvonne. "I am so in love with you it hurts. I would never do that, I promise! Oh please say it's okay?" Seeing the pleading, hurt look in Yvonne's clear blue eyes Barbara's heart melted. "Oh yes honey it's okay. I just need to be sure. This is such a big step and it's happening so fast I'm really nervous. And I love you more than you can ever know, sweetheart, but I'm fifty years old. Are you sure you want me as a lover? And what about boys? Surely you'll want someone your own age sooner or later..." "Barbara no! I've always liked girls. I know I'm gay and all kids my own age ever did was tease me and give me a hard time. The only people nice to me are adults, older people like my teachers and you. Please, I really want you as my, well, girlfriend. I can't bear to think about not being with you! And what about you, do you like girls too? I mean..." "Yes honey, I'm gay too. Funny how that work's out. I won't be leaving you for some man any time soon," she laughed. Barbara succumbed to her pleading and questioning and hugged her close. "But you know baby, there's going to be times where I'm going to have to be the parent," she said by way of affirming her acceptance of their relationship. "Not often I hope but you're still a young minor and, just to let you know, nobody can know about us and I mean nobody. Not street friends nor anyone else. Can you handle that?" "I never want to go down to those streets again ever! I hated my life with my mother and I hate living in the park and the street even more. I've figured out that that's not who I am or where I belong. Here just feels so right to me and I know how to keep secrets. I always knew what to tell and not tell the social workers to stay out of foster care, the police and doctors too," While some foster homes were no doubt excellent all Yvonne had ever heard were the horror stories from other kids. Better the devil she knew with her mother. "I learned that much. Please don't worry about that, okay?" Yvonne assured her. "I keep forgetting how grown up you can be sometimes and no, I won't worry honey," Barbara said sincerely. "Now, about bedtime," she paused nervously. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" she invited, hardly believing that things had progressed so far so fast, or that she'd said what she just did. "I'd like to take things a little slowly but I'd be thrilled if you'd cuddle up next to me tonight. Would that be okay?" "Better than okay! I'd so love to sleep with you tonight, you just don't know!" Yvonne enthused. Barbara led her slowly into her bedroom that was done up largely in different shades of blue. Exclaiming her astonishment at the luxurious layout of Barbara's boudoir Yvonne ran over to the bed and jumped on top of her pastel blue duvet cover and instantly felt the incredible softness of the goose down underlay beneath it. "Oh my God, it's like you're a queen or something!" she pronounced with awe. "And you're my little princess," Barbara said with a laugh while drawing back the covers. "Come on sweetie, in you get," she ordered. Yvonne didn't hesitate and dove in between Barbara's dark indigo satin sheets and lay there in the middle of the king size bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. Barbara briefly adored the sight of her pretty young face sticking out from the sea of blue that surrounded her before climbing into bed beside her. "Now come here and cuddle," Barbara ordered again. "Okay, but how about I give you another goodnight kiss first," Yvonne giggled, moving next to Barbara and relishing the feel of her warm body touching hers. "Oh, I suppose," said Barbara in mock indifference as their lips met again in another searing kiss. Pulling back slightly Barbara began kissing Yvonne's cheeks, eyes and ears, finishing at her tender young neck. "Oh sweetheart, you taste so good," Barbara murmured as she continued. Nothing in her entire life had felt more right than this. How could that be? "I feel like I'm in heaven or some kind of dream," Yvonne whispered. "I just hope I never wake up!" She moved closer to Barbara and felt the fullness of her breasts against her chest and the urgent contact her hips were making. She decided to relax and submit to whatever desires Barbara might have, trusting in her completely. "Honey, tonight we're just going to kiss and cuddle but remember," Barbara reminded her. "Tomorrow's your birthday sweetheart, so anything you want to do here, or not do here, is okay. Can you wait?" Can I wait? mused Barbara. How deliciously sweet she is, Yvonne thought. "Yes I can wait. I guess this is going to be some birthday, huh?" she giggled. "Yep, as good as I can make it," Barbara promised and with that she turned Yvonne over and spooned with her, giving little butterfly kisses to her neck and ear. "That tickles," she murmured happily. Barbara continued until she felt Yvonne slowly unwind and fall into a deep relaxed sleep. Yes, girlfriend it's going to be some birthday for you. The best I can make it, Barbara promised again as she too slowly drifted off into a deep satisfying slumber. * * * * * Star*