Veronica & Katie

by Sally and Mary

Chapter One

Veronica & Katie is a long, multi-part series about Veronica, her eleven-year-old niece Katie and assorted others who come into their lives. It builds slowly, with memories and fantasies establishing the atmosphere before live sex scenes take place. In chapter one, we set the scene, learning of Veronica's feelings for young girls. Katie doesn't appear until chapter two, but please be patient.

This series is a work of fiction and it contains graphic scenes of sexual activity among consenting underage girls and adult females. If this type of content offends you or if you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2022 Sally and Mary, all rights reserved.

Veronica looked at her watch – 8:58. God, she hated these damned after-work parties. The firm did know how to impress its clients, with its offices on the top level of the building offering impressive views over Sydney Harbour. They hired the best catering firm with an impressive selection of finger food and beverages and even a pianist providing light and unobtrusive entertainment.

These networking evenings were important for both her company and her career trajectory. The fostering of lines of communication was an essential part of why the company paid her such an impressive salary – the ability to pick up a phone and speak to sources within the legal fraternity, police, prosecutors, judges and departmental heads. But underlying the light banter and laughter, she found the process tedious.

At forty-three years of age, Veronica Hamilton was a major player in the legal fraternity in Sydney. She had joined her prestigious law firm as a precocious twenty-two-year-old graduate with a degree in criminal law. Two decades of dedication had seen her become a respected barrister and a partner in the firm. She was financially well off, powerful, connected and willing and able to take what she wanted.

"Veronica!"

"Hi, Robert."

"I was just saying to William how well you did in the Thompson case."

"Thanks. Pig of a guy. Creepy bastard. Thank God we got the conviction." Veronica smiled and stepped away from her co-worker and allowed her mind to wander.

Veronica had helped prosecute a mid-fifties bank manager who was married and highly respected in the community. He was found guilty of touching two pre-teen girls inappropriately and performing related disgusting acts with them over several years. Christ, the bastard had two little girls of his own. She relished nailing the creep. Yes, she had a thing for girls younger than herself, much younger, but she knew what was acceptable and what was depraved.

She had a few young playmates with whom she carried out sexual fantasies, transforming them into innocent naïve teenagers. But it was only fantasy, nothing illegal was occurring and the willing girls were at least in their late teens or early twenties.

And yes, she got a kick from discreetly eyeing cute girls in their early teens or maybe even pre-teens with barely discernible bumps under their tops. But they were only eye candy. Never did she imagine herself doing anything untoward. Well, almost never – occasionally she had that desire, the longing, the intense craving which became impossible to deny.

Her mind drifted back to the night ten years ago that changed her life forever.

She had convinced herself that the holiday in Thailand was all about pampering herself in one of the health retreats the country was famous for. Juicing, fasting, meditation and personal development were what she went for. She rationalised that the trip to the red-light district of Bangkok on the last night of her holiday was what all tourists did, to innocently check out the scene.

She had taken extra care to look attractive that night. She wore something informal – a flowery skirt and a camisole top. She put on just a little makeup and put her hair into a ponytail. After two weeks at a health spa, she deserved to let her hair down.

As she walked along the street, she absorbed the night heat, the flashing lights and the sexually charged atmosphere. She entered a bar that looked marginally less sleazy than the others and ordered a cocktail.

She scanned the room, holding her drink. She gasped when she spotted a Thai girl sitting across the room who was so petite and skinny that she looked the picture of innocence, like someone's daughter who shouldn't really be there.

She honed in on her prey, manoeuvring her way through the crowded bar. Weak smiles and lewd remarks from the mainly male patrons bounced off her as she barged through them, her eyes fixated on the pretty little girl at the bar.

The girl was nursing her drink in the swaying, heaving nightclub, alone and vulnerable. There was no shortage of other alluring girls, but Veronica wasn't at all attracted to their forced, fake smiles and bored facial expressions as they sat at the bar or gyrated on stage.

Veronica could feel her pussy tingle as she edged closer, admiring the girl's pixie face, big almond eyes, pointy little ears and thin arms. Her tiny budding boobs, probably 30AA, were prominently displayed under her tight dress.

Veronica felt a tightness in her chest and her mouth suddenly went dry. "Fuck," she thought, "the girl could be 14, maybe even younger." She could feel her pussy lightly spasm as she realised above all else that it was her youthful appearance that she was attracted to.

"Hi sweetie, are you with anyone?" Veronica asked as she slid onto the vacant stool beside the girl.

The girl looked puzzled as she realised that a woman had approached her, not a man. She wondered what to do.

Veronica was content to wait patiently for a minute. To ease the girl's discomfort, she casually looked around the room, giving her time to consider her answer.

"No, I'm on my own," she replied, her whisper almost lost in the beat of the music.

Veronica could feel her knickers start to become damp as she realised what could be about to unfold that evening. "I'm Veronica."

"I'm May."

"That's such a lovely name.

"Thank you."

"You look great in that dress."

The girl gave a quick nervous smile. "Thank you."

Veronica was disappointed when the girl began to scan the room to see if she could interest a man in her services. She had obviously not considered that the attractive woman sitting beside her was throbbing with desire for her. Veronica decided that she needed to press the point.

"So, do you work here, May?" I know, silly question, Veronica thought.

The girl turned to glance at Veronica, gave a slight nod and turned away toward the crowd. Then she turned back to face Veronica as a querying look came over her face.

Veronica said, "I'm a lesbian, May, and I find you very sexy. Have you been with a woman before?" May gave a weak smile and shook her head from side to side. Veronica sensed a mixture of anxiety and curiosity in the girl.

Suddenly feeling emboldened, Veronica visually devoured the girl. Her feet, in simple flats, hung loosely above the crossbar of the stool, like a primary schoolgirl on a swing. Her short black tube dress rode high on her bare thighs, pressing tightly across her slim coltish legs.

Veronica could feel her nipples harden, pressing against her cotton camisole, its soft fabric gently caressing her sensitive nubs. She felt in control as the girl nervously smiled under the woman's noticeable appraisal.

Veronica took hold of the youngster's hand and moved closer to her, knees touching, feeling the warmth of the young girl's warm skin burning into hers. She gently cupped the girl's delicate chin, slowly raising her face.

Holding her face in place, not allowing her to avoid the issue, she whispered, "You know I want you." The girl gave a quick brief grin and lowered her eyes again.

Veronica now released the girl's face, feeling that she almost had her. She just needed one final little push. Leaning forward, she whispered into her ear, "Will you be with me?"

The girl gave a barely noticeable nod that granted permission for the thirty-two-year-old lesbian to touch her, kiss her, taste her and have sex with her.

To ensure that there could be no doubt about what the woman expected of her, Veronica slowly leaned into the girl, kissed her lightly on the lips, let one of her hands fall lightly onto May's knee and caressed her thigh. May gazed into Veronica's eyes expressing that she wanted this too.

Veronica asked, "How much?"

She watched closely as the girl weighed up the proposition, shyly looked away into the distance and finally said "Two thousand baht. One hour."

"Okay, that's fine. Shall we go?" Before the girl could change her mind, Veronica stood up and extended her hand, waiting until she felt the girl's delicate hand slip into hers. She helped the girl from her chair, feeling her own pussy leak sweet nectar into her knickers as she gazed at the innocent face of her conquest.

Holding her hand tightly, Veronica quickly guided her out of the club, ignoring the rude remarks directed at them. Her focus was entirely on how her body was feeling and about what she wanted to do to this little youngster.

May said that she had a room nearby and both were content to walk in silence. Veronica felt sparks from the girl's dainty hand. Her height allowed her to look down on the dainty features of her soon-to-be child lover. Her pussy was pulsing, knowing that she was about to have sex with someone so young.

She dreamed of having this in Sydney – a beautiful young girl, barely more than a child, maybe even younger than May, whom she could nurture, care for and share her life and body with. But a brief wave of sadness passed through her as she realised that this was impossible back home.

Veronica was jolted out of her thoughts as she felt the girl gently pull on her hand and indicate a stairwell. As they walked hand in hand up the stairs she could sense the girl's nervousness, watching as she fumbled with the key to her room and let them inside.

Veronica closed and locked the door. She set her handbag on a chair, opened it, got out the agreed amount of cash plus a tip and handed it to the lovely young girl, who counted it and popped it into a jar on a shelf. "Business before pleasure" was always Veronica's motto, and now that the business was out of the way, it was time for pleasure.

A warm flush spread through her pussy again as she realised that what she had hoped to experience was going to come true. The girl didn't resist as Veronica turned her and took the girl's small hands and placed them on her boobs.

"Would you like to see my boobs?" May nodded shyly.

Veronica stepped back and with a smile, she slowly lifted her top and placed it on the chair. Then she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and lay it over her top. The little girl's mouth dropped open as she stared at Veronica's firm boobs with hard pink nipples.

Veronica cupped them in her hands and squeezed her nipples, pulling and twisting them. She closed the gap between them. "Touch them," she whispered.

The girl tentatively placed her hands on the woman's boobs. "Touch me as you would touch yourself." Veronica let out a low soft moan and felt a surge of her juices pour into her knickers as May's soft hands and long, thin fingers explored her boobs.

"Let me unzip you," she said, looking down into her eyes to gauge her reaction. May raised her face and looked at the woman momentarily and smiled sheepishly.

Standing over the small frame it was easy for Veronica to reach behind her and slowly draw down the zip of the tightly fitting tube dress and gently ease it over the pert bum and slim hips, allowing it to slide easily to the floor where it bunched at the girl's feet.

Veronica was overwhelmed by her scent, evidence that the pretty little girl was being receptive to her advances. She removed the simple black bra slowly and sighed loudly at the girl's perfect, tiny, firm boobs with their erect dark brown nipples.

Wrapping her arms around the girl and pulling her close, she let out a small gasp as the girl's boobs pressed below hers. Stroking her smooth back, Veronica's hands soon dropped to the girl's tight bum, enjoying how her cheeks felt so toned and firm. Veronica leaned down and kissed her soft neck.

Reaching to her side, Veronica quickly unzipped her skirt, yanked it down her thighs and stepped out of it. She stepped forward so that their bodies, now only in knickers, were brushing lightly against each other. Veronica pushed her thigh between May's legs and then pulled the girl harder against her. She was rewarded with a low moan from May as she pushed her mound against Veronica's leg.

Feeling May's surrender, Veronica slowly guided her onto the small single bed and lay beside her. The girl looked up at her, timidly saying, "I am not sure what to do."

Veronica stroked her with her fingertips. "Just relax and enjoy," she said softly with a smile. What she urgently wanted to do was to sit astride May's face, grinding her pussy against her mouth. But she wanted this to be a tender, sensual experience for the girl that she'd never forget.

So Veronica resisted her own needs for the moment, locking eyes with the girl and continuing the exploration of her youthful body. It was incredibly erotic and the sexual tension was rising rapidly in both of them. Leaning over her small frame, Veronica slowly leaned down and softly pressed her lips against the girl's.

Their kisses became more passionate. Veronica broke the kiss to quickly lick her fingers and reach for the girl's dainty boob, rolling her hard nipple between her moist thumb and forefinger. May gasped and threw her head back, allowing Veronica to start kissing her slender neck before moving lower to her collarbone.

Looking up briefly to notice May biting her bottom lip, Veronica moved down and closed her wet mouth over the girl's other boob, sucking its nipple softly and pulling it gently with her teeth. The girl's chest was rising and falling rapidly.

She felt May's fingers running through her hair and could feel her hips gently gyrating. Encouraged, she slid her hand slowly down the girl's flat tummy, started playing with the waistband of her knickers and then let her fingers begin to trace little circles on the front of them.

May gasped at the touch on her wet pussy lips. Veronica slid her finger up and down and pressed May's knickers between her lips, soaking them in her fragrant juices. Pressing harder, the base of her finger found her hardening clit, which she rubbed up and down.

May moaned and humped up against her finger. Veronica's passion and her desire to please this young girl flared. She lashed her nipple and rubbed her clit madly. May's body shook and she started screaming, "Ohhhhh."

Veronica felt the girl cumming and heard her moaning and she kept rubbing and licking furiously, wanting to push her to a second orgasm. After a minute, May screamed again, after which Veronica relented. She removed her mouth from her nipple and gazed at the panting girl.

Her hand was still on the girl's knickers, and she poked her finger deep into her pussy to soak them as much as possible. Then she stood up and slid the knickers off, walked to the chair and placed them in her handbag. "I'll pay you 500 baht for these," she said to the girl with a smile, taking out a note and dropping it in her jar.

She stripped off her knickers, stepped back onto the bed and lay down. May gasped loudly as she stared at Veronica's smooth slit and gave a small moan as the older woman opened her legs wider.

"Touch me, sweetie," Veronica ordered. The girl's long slender index finger slid gently between the woman's outer lips, making her shudder. May watched Veronica's reaction to what she was doing and started to become more confident, exploring every fold and crevice, circling the hot opening and teasing the hole.

"Yes, fuck me," Veronica hissed. She cried out as the young girl pushed two fingers slowly and deeply into her dripping pussy. The girl stared at her fingers disappearing inside the lady and she pressed hard against her clit with the heel of her small hand.

Veronica suddenly grabbed the girl's wrist, forcing her fingers deeper. She then came hard, clamping her thighs around the small hand, trapping the long fingers inside her and mashing the girl's palm against her clit. She humped madly against the pressure. Knowing that she was the first female the sweet little girl had fucked drove her to an immense cum, and it took Veronica some time to come down.

Minutes passed in silence, the only sound being Veronica's ragged breathing. Finally, it began to slow. When Veronica opened her eyes, she saw the sweet young girl look at her with a meek smile and ask, "Did I do okay?"

"What do you think?"

May looked very proud of herself and stared at her sticky fingers. Veronica took hold of the girl's wrist and brought her fingers to her mouth, purposely looking into her eyes as she flicked her tongue across them. She then offered them to the girl. After a brief hesitation, May licked them too.

Even now, all these years later, the memory of the little girl's smell, her cries of arousal and her almost boyish body lying on the hotel bed made Veronica feel more alive and joyful than any woman possibly could. It had been the most sensuous, erotic experience of her life.

Alone in her bed these days, she would often replay the events of that night in Bangkok. Sometimes she would allow her fantasies to be closer to home, recalling a cute young girl she had spotted that day. She had noticed that over the last few years the girls she most responded to in her fantasies were becoming increasingly younger, like the child of maybe twelve or thirteen she noticed last week at her local tennis club.

"Veronica, are you okay?" Robert asked.

Veronica shook herself out of her fantasy fog. "Oh, Robert, yes. I was just thinking about a case," she lied. Discreetly glancing at her watch, she saw that it was 9:05 - almost a respectable time to slip away. "Sorry, I should get going. I have some file notes I really need to look at before tomorrow."

Entering the lift, Veronica was grateful that she was the lone occupant. She had had enough small talk for one day. As the doors smoothly closed and the lift began its quiet descent, she leaned against the wall and stared pensively at the attractive woman in the mirror. A small smile played at the corner of her mouth.

She casually lifted one smooth elegant hand and caressed her neck. She admired with approval her new hairstyle, happy that she had been persuaded to cut her shoulder-length blonde hair into an inverted bob featuring a tapered back with stacked layers, making her cut appear more curved at the back rather than flat and with curved lines towards the front.

She was tall for a woman at a shade under 5 foot 10 in the old money, with a body toned by years of gym workouts and competitive tennis. Her boobs were small but firm and perky with sensitive nipples, and she was very happy with them. Her stomach was flat, her thighs were powerful and her shapely bum was firm from endless squats.

She was comfortable with who she was and what she wanted. She felt in control of her life, and control was one of her keywords in life – control of her career, her personal life and her fantasy world.

Except that wasn't entirely true anymore, she mused. This last year she had found herself pushing her sexual boundaries further and further to gain pleasure and fulfilment from her make-believe world. But make-believe didn't seem to cut it anymore. Her secret desires were approaching the edges of legitimacy and were threatening to cross them.

Exiting the lift and crossing the large empty foyer, her heels made a distinct clacking sound on the marble floor. Veronica looked through the window and cursed the soft rain falling in the dark night. Deciding to wait inside until it stopped before she walked to the train station, she was acutely aware of the wetness of her knickers.

Veronica realised that for all her success in both her private and public life, she had never come to terms with her greatest regret, and now it was too late. At forty-three she was never going to have her own baby, her own little girl to care for, nurture and watch grow into a beautiful young woman. She had never thought about a family when she was young. A baby would get in the way of her career and her numerous nocturnal conquests.

As she entered her thirties, she began to realise that she wanted to have a family, a small family, just her and a baby girl. At thirty-eight she had undertaken IVF but after three expensive and traumatic tries, she was informed that she would never be able to conceive. She had a string of lovers, exotic holidays, and a small but loyal group of friends, but the emptiness always lay there waiting to surface.

A friend's conceiving, a christening, hearing about her friend's little girl's first day at school and being invited to her niece's eleventh birthday all ate at her. She had begun the adoption route once but had pulled out at the last moment when she was about to be assigned a little boy. Was she being selfish? No, she had to be true to herself in such an important undertaking. She wanted a little girl to love, to share the things only two girls can share.

The rain eased to a drizzle, so she hurriedly popped open her umbrella and strode the short distance to the train station. After grumpily taking the train and bus home, Veronica checked her personal emails and saw one from her sister Ellen. "Oh lord," she thought, "what now with her?"

Ellen was Veronica's younger sister – ten years younger. She had been a normal bratty kid growing up, but not too bad really. Then she decided at age seventeen that she needed religion, so she joined the local Catholic Church. Within a few months, she was mightily righteous. Everything was a sin if it wasn't according to Catholicism.

Veronica wearied of this quickly, especially because she was an avowed lesbian and therefore anathema to the Church. Fortunately, she was well established in her career and living alone, so she didn't see much of Ellen. But Veronica felt obligated to keep in touch at a minimal level.

After a few years in the Church, Ellen met Ethan, who was five years older. He aspired to be a deacon and he needed to be married first, so when he met Ellen, he courted her vigorously. She saw him as a proper man, with the values that she had adopted, so it didn't take too long for her to agree to marry him.

They married shortly after Ellen's 21st birthday. Being good Catholics, she was a virgin and presumably he was. It didn't take long for her to get pregnant and give birth to Katie. Two years later, Mary arrived.

Ethan studied and became a deacon a year later. Veronica found him stiflingly orthodox, with a pleasant façade that covered a sanctimonious core. He never preached the gospel outright to her, but every opinion of his was straight out of the catechism. Ellen was the dutiful wife, happy to support Ethan and raise Katie and Mary as good Catholics.

Those four were her only family, now that her parents had died a couple of years ago. She had seen them a few times a year since moving away from her parents' home, usually at Christmas or on Katie's or Mary's birthday. Fortunately, they lived in Mount Victoria in the Blue Mountains, almost two hours' drive from her home in Bellevue Hill near Sydney Harbour, so she didn't have to visit more often than that.

Opening the email, Veronica saw that it was an invitation to a Christmas gathering of the family. She groaned as she knew that she couldn't get out of it. She left the email open as she stood and stripped off her soggy suit, hanging it on the door handle to dry.

Veronica went to the toilet and then washed her face and cleaned her teeth in her bra and knickers. Stripping them off and tossing them in the laundry basket, she returned to her desk, disappointed that the dreaded email hadn't miraculously vanished.

She sighed, reading it again, and then checked her online calendar. She was free on Saturday, 18 December, so she made an entry for lunch at 12:30. She quickly typed, "Yes, I'll be there," without further elaboration and sent the reply.

She opened another browser tab and thought about finding sex stories or maybe going to her favourite cam girl site, but she was too tired to feel sexy, so she shut down her computer and crawled into bed. It was a hot night, so she didn't need a nightie. Exhausted, she fell asleep instantly.

Coming up in chapter two: Veronica has more fantasies and then visits Katie's house. Events there cause her lust for Katie to sprout.