Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 13:57:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: California Girl 2 CALIFORNIA GIRL 2 This is a work of lesbian fiction. None of the characters or scenarios actually existed. If you are offended by stories involving teenage lesbian girls and their female lovers, please stop reading. (Lesbian High School) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 7th grader, Carrie Connors, a top local junior surfer, was sat down after school in the spring of 1966 by her mother and father. Carrie's mother was careful not to frighten her daughter by being teary-eyed as she explained that Carrie's grandmother was very sick, and that the she and Carrie's dad needed to go to Texas to arrange for her medical care. Carrie was an only child, and her mother and father had discussed the situation together before informing Carrie. They both agreed that bringing a 12-year-old would be a bad situation for all. It was possible that Carrie's grandmother could die, and they didn't wish to have Carrie in a potentially traumatic situation. Also, the school year was coming to an end, and they didn't want Carrie to miss several days of school. If they could find a responsible babysitter, it would solve all of their problems. Carrie could stay in California, and they would be freed to concentrate on Carrie's grandmother's healthcare. A pretty brunette, Carrie was tall for her age at 5'4", and was athletically built after years of surfing. Carrie was at that age where she didn't think that she needed a babysitter. However, neither parent thought she was ready to be by herself for several days, or even a week. The situation, they felt, needed to be couched carefully with the intelligent, preteen surfer girl. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Carrie was justifiably concerned about her grandmother. Carrie understood the logic that the grown-up's, including her aunts and uncles, needed to be able to totally focus on her grandmother's health, and do everything possible to make sure that she was comfortable, and put on the road to recovery. Carrie's parents were careful not to even suggest that her grandmother might not make it in her current condition. Several of Carrie's previous babysitters were mentioned. Most were somewhat crabby older maiden women who lived in the neighborhood, and would undoubtedly make for a very uncomfortable several days for Carrie. Carrie suddenly had a brainstorm: Alison Palmer! Carrie knew from Timmy, who once had a major crush on her, that his beautiful older sister, Alison, often babysat for gas money for her station wagon. Carrie threw out the name to her parents. Alison would be more like an older friend than a babysitter, Carrie suggested. Carrie's parents were intrigued by the idea. They knew that Alison was Timmy's big sister, and that she had her own car. Unlike a lot of teenagers, they had never heard a single bad word suggested about Alison. Carrie was asked if she knew of any families that Alison babysat for. Using the White Pages telephone book, Carrie's mother spoke with two of the mothers that Alison regularly babysat for, including Mrs. Maddox, 6-year-old Jimmy's mother. Both gave Alison glowing endorsements. Mrs. Maddox laughed and said, "My little Jimmy adores the ground that Alison walks on. I'm sure that she would do a wonderful job for you and your daughter." As the mother of an only child, Mrs. Connors was overly-protective. Her next call was to Alison and Timmy's mother. Explaining the situation carefully and thoroughly to Mrs. Palmer, Alison's mother sympathized with the woman's dilemma. While not committing Alison to anything, stating that it would be her choice if she was available, Mrs. Palmer assured Carrie's mother that Alison was responsible, a good student, and more than capable of watching and feeding a 12-year-old for several days. Mrs. Palmer promised that she would have Alison call her as soon as she got home. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Alison was surprised that Carrie's mother had reached out to her. She barely knew Carrie, but the 7th grader seemed to be a nice enough kid, and Alison certainly didn't anticipate any problems. The Connors' suggested that they would pay Alison $15 per day, which seemed like a fortune to the 16-year-old, considering that she and Carrie would be in school from 8:00 to 3:00 on Monday through Friday. Alison was 16-years-old, and a blonde-haired beach beauty. She had once given Carrie a ride in her car, and had a sneaking suspicion that the 7th grader had an innocent, adolescent girl-crush on her. Timmy had sadly come to realize that Carrie only liked him as a friend, and had moved on to another junior high school girl. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Alison drove up promptly after school on Thursday in her nicest skirt and blouse. She wanted to make a good impression on Carrie's parents before they headed to the Los Angeles International Airport for their flight to Texas. Mrs. Connors assured Alison that she or her husband would be back in no more than a week, and were extremely grateful that Alison was helping them out. Mrs. Connor showed Alison that she would be sleeping in the master bedroom, that the refrigerator was full, and showed the teenager a note pad with all of the important phone numbers, including Carrie's pediatrician. Unsaid, Mrs. Connors knew that Alison's mother would only be a few blocks away if she ran into any unexpected trouble. That had sealed the deal for the overly-cautious Connors parents. As she was about to get in the car for the trip to the airport, Mrs. Connors got suddenly serious with Alison. "Carrie's at that flirty age, so I must insist that there be no boys over at the house. Unfortunately, that also means Timmy. I hope that this won't be too much of an inconvenience for you, Alison, but I'll sleep better knowing that you're both safe." Alison nodded her head. "If she only knew about Susan," Alison mused to herself. Susan, was actually Dr. Susan Foster, a 36-year-old, dark-haired, hourglass-figured school psychologist who Alison thought resembled Sophia Loren. Susan had recently turned out the willing 16-year-old golden-haired beach beauty. Alison would regularly walk Dr. Foster's dogs. She would continue to use that as an excuse for quick lesbian trysts with the always-amorous older woman who also introduced the pretty teenager to some of her similarly attentive lesbian friends. Truth be told, Alison was also smitten by the tall, leggy, 12-year-old whom she would be babysitting. Like with Susan, Alison thought she had picked up on a similar girl-girl vibe coming from the innocent-looking, preteen Carrie. However, she was wondering if she was imagining things? Carrie soon arrived by foot from her junior high school. Carrie was wearing an adorable, pink drop waisted dress. Carrie, a beach girl, like Alison, hated wearing dresses, but her mother had begun to insist that she begin to act and dress more like a lady. The pretty 12-year-old was happy to see Alison, who asked her if she wanted a snack after her long day at school. The two girls sat at the kitchen table and chatted amiably before both girls started on their homework. Despite their four-year age difference, the two girls found that they both had a lot in common. They already knew that they both loved the beach and surfing, but they found that they also enjoyed history, and many of the same television songs and rock & roll bands. Later that Thursday night, Carrie cuddled up with Alison on the couch as they watched the Connors' new RCA console color TV. "Bewitched" and "That Girl" were part of ABC's Thursday night lineup. In between the laughs, Alison put her arm tenderly around Carrie's shoulder as the 12-year-old leaned her lithe frame into the pretty, blonde 16-year-old. Carrie's hair smelled fresh and clean after just having showered, and Carrie was thrilled when Alison placed a friendly kiss on the top of her head as they cuddled together. Friday morning arrived with Carrie frantically running around the house in her sub-A-cup bra and white cotton panties, while looking for a ribbon to tie her brown hair. Carrie's lithesome young body was chiseled and slightly muscular from carrying and paddling her longboard. Eventually dressing, the two girls had a quick breakfast before Alison drove both of them to their respective schools. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> When Carrie came home, Alison had a surprise for her. Alison told Carrie that if she finished all of her homework that night, she would load both of their surfboards in her station wagon, and that they could go to the beach on Saturday, and maybe Sunday. Both girls worked diligently in separate rooms to complete all of their homework without interruption. Bringing her books and papers to the kitchen table where Alison was studying, Carrie held both hands triumphantly over her head, shouting "Done!" Night came quickly for the 12-year-old. As instructed, Alison made sure that Carrie adhered to her bedtime. Carrie dutifully cooperated. She wasn't sleepy, but she didn't want to mess up her opportunity to spend a day at the beach with Alison. Somewhere after midnight, Carrie appeared in Alison's doorway. She said that she had a nightmare, and asked Alison if she could sleep with her in her parents' big bed. Alison was too sleepy to protest, so she simply opened the bedcovers for the sweet-faced preteen. Turning briefly to face the 12-year-old, Alison could see that Carrie was wearing a pair of light cotton summer button-up pajamas. The bunny rabbits adorning the pajamas were more appropriate for a much younger girl. Somewhat disheveled from tossing and turning from the nightmare. Only one button was holding Carrie's pajama top together, and afforded Alison a peek at Carrie's bare budding breasts. Carrie's tiny nipples were clearly erect as she cuddled up with the older teen. Neither would have know the term "spooning," but that's what it was as Carrie wrapped her arm around Alison's waist and pretended to go to sleep. For her part, Alison was wearing just a pair of panties and an oversized "Rat Fink" cartoon t-shirt over her otherwise naked body. Alison kissed Carrie on the forehead and said "Sweet dreams" before quickly falling back to sleep. As quietly and as stealthily as she could, Carrie ran her hands through Alison's long blonde hair, and surreptitiously began to explore Alison's prone, sleeping body with her curious hands. Alison woke up momentarily when she felt Carrie squeezing a t-shirted breast while she pretended to sleep. Alison smiled at the touch of the sexually inquisitive preteen, but soon fell back to sleep. Waking up in the morning, Alison found the 7th grader sprawled on her back sound asleep. Her lone pajama top button had come undone in the night, and Carrie's tiny, bee-stung boobs were on full display for Alison's eager eyes. After carefully visually examining the sleeping Lolita, Alison resisted the urge to fondle Carrie's tantalyzing booblets, instead buttoning the 12-year-old back up before waking her. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Alison drove back to her home to pick up her surfboard. Carrie was proudly sitting "shotgun," wearing some oversize polarized sunglasses, and hoping that all of her junior high friends would see her palling around with the beautiful Alison Palmer. Both girls stripped off their baggy t-shirts and ran towards the waves with their oversize surfboards under their arms. Alison was wearing her eye-popping yellow bikini, and Carrie was wearing a modest one-piece navy-blue swimsuit. Carrie had seen too many inexperienced "Gremmie" girls have their bikini tops torn off by a powerful wave. The local boys were familiar with both of the girls, and gave them grudging room when selecting waves. Even the most knuckle-headed boy had to admit that Carrie was as talented as anyone in the lineup, easily walking the nose, and taking the curl all the way into shore when she desired. Alison enjoyed surfing and the joy of being in the California waves, but she knew that she would never be in the same class as Carrie, who was as good as just about any boy. Alison visually drank in Carrie's slender legs and firm, athletic ass. The 12-year-old had developed muscle on her broad shoulders and strong arms from paddling and carrying her surfboard. After seeing the topless girl laying in bed that morning, Alison guessed that she could bounce a quarter off of Carrie's toned midsection. After stopping for a packed lunch, the time seemed to fly by before Carrie suggested that they head back to Carrie's house. Male heads turned as Alison, a golden-blonde 16-year-old, walked confidently to the shore. Both girls laid their surfboards in the sand as they dried their tan bodies before heading to Alison's station wagon. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Both girls wore oversize white t-shirts over their bathing suits as they sat their sandy young bodies in the seafoam green station wagon. Their longboards hung out the back of the vehicle. Both girls were in a cheerful mood as Alison started the engine. The radio was tuned to KHJ, and both of the girls recognized the opening bars to "California Dreamin'" by the Mamas & the Papas, and sang at the top of their lungs, "All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey." Carrie playfully squeezed Alison's bare upper thigh, saying, "I had a really cool time today." Alison smiled at the pretty 7th grader, and placed her hand over Carrie's, keeping it high on her upper thigh as the 16-year-old drove back to the Connors' home. Both girls were crusted with now-dried beach sand. Shaking off their towels and t-shirts in the street, the two girls tried to brush off additional sand from their slender bodies before entering the house. First, they put their surfboards in the garage so they wouldn't get stolen. Walking into the house, Carrie stopped in the entranceway, and gave Alison a loving hug. Carrie's small, preteen breasts pressed gently just below Alison's more mature young boobs. Carrie looked up at Alison's blue eyes longingly. Wordlessly, Alison leaned down to reach the smaller girl and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Let's keep that our little secret," advised Alison. Carrie hugged the blonde teenager even tighter. "I'm going to take a shower," Carrie said, trying not to shake any sand in the house. Suddenly, Alison began to brazenly massage Carrie's small breasts over her bathing suit, saying with a leer, "We could save water by showering together." The two lust-filled young girls practically ran to the bathroom and began throwing their bathing suits on the floor. Carrie had often imagined Alison's naked body, but the reality exceeded her imagination as the 12-year-old gazed wide-eyed at Alison's tan-lined breasts and curly, blonde bush. Alison, now-naked, tugged at the shoulder straps of Carrie's one-piece swimsuit. Section-by-section, Carrie's taut, preteen body was exposed. First revealed were her small, conical-shaped, budding breasts, then her muscular stomach, and finally Carrie's hairless slit was revealed to the highly aroused blonde teenager. Rinsing the sand off of their young bodies, Alison began to soap up the adorable 7th grader. Carrie bore the distinctive tan-lines of the one-piece suit that she wore to the beach. Alison's hands lingered over Carrie's soapy, nascent breasts, which were very sensitive to Alison's touch. Alison, gleefully, drew small circles around Carrie's dainty brown nipples and areolae. The 16-year-old gently pulled and playfully pinched Carrie's now-erect nipples before switching her attentions to the 12-year-old's firm, muscular, butt-cheeks. Alison's soapy hands accidentally drifted between Carrie's legs, making unintended contact with the 7th grader's immature, bald pussy. Unlike Alison's first lesbian encounter with Susan, Carrie was displaying no shyness or resistance as Alison's hands gleefully traversed the junior high school girl's nubile, naked body. With Carrie now clean of any sand and the smell of seawater, Alison opened her arms and presented her alluring naked body to the pretty, brunette 12-year-old. Carrie, acting with a sexual aggressiveness that belied her preteen years, grinned widely as she soaped up her hands before enthusiastically groping Alison's tan-lined 32-B breasts, and slender, naked body. Unlike Alison, who had shied away from touching Carrie's hairless pussy, Carrie fervently ran her soapy hand through Alison's blonde pubic hair, firmly rubbing the 16-year-old's pussy lips. Alison realized that things had now gone beyond innocent touching with the 7th grade surfer girl. Squeezing one of Carrie's diminutive, pointy breasts in her hand, Alison attempted to swallow it whole before greedily licking and sucking on the 12-year-old's brown nipples. Alison tongue-kissed her eager preteen prize before shutting off the shower. Leaving their sandy bathing suits on the bathroom floor, the girls dried their golden-tan bodies. Alison couldn't resist feeling up Carrie's sweet, juvenile tits. Lifting Carrie over her shoulder, Carrie giggled as the beautiful 16-year-old carried the junior high school girl to Carrie's bedroom. Alison's inquisitive hand found it's way between Carrie's long legs, gently stroking Carrie's virgin pussy as the 12-year-old kicked her legs in mock protest. Carrie's adolescent bedroom still bore some of the pink, frilly trappings of her younger days, but her walls were filled with the pictures of some of the best surfers of the day. Dropping Carrie on her small, single bed, Alison bent down and offered a tan-lined, pink=nippled B-cup breast to Carrie's ready mouth as her right hand searched for the small, hairless slit between Carrie's slender legs. Alison had learned a thing or two from her older lover, Susan, and her small cadre of lesbian friends, and she was anxious to use them on the ready and willing younger girl. Finding Alison's petite pussy, Alison gently rubbed Carrie's tight lower lips without penetrating her. The little girl moaned with delight when Alison initially inserted a single finger into the 12-year-old's hairless pussy. Working its way around Carrie's vagina like a drill, Alison built a gentle rhythm as she slowly finger-fucked Carrie to her inaugural orgasm. Thinking that the blonde 16-year old was done, Carrie raised her head from the mattress just as Alison began to part Carrie's immature pussy lips with both hands, before hungrily tongue-fucking the slender preteen. Alison's busy hands probed the prone little girl as her hummingbird-like tongue darted in and out of Carrie's virgin pussy. Alternately fingering and licking Carrie's tiny clit, the 12-year-old quickly climaxed a second time, her lean legs quivering uncontrollably. Straddling the 7th grader's face, Carrie took her first inexperienced licks of Alison's golden-haired pussy. Clutching Alison's round, athletic ass, Carrie's hands provocatively roamed between Alison's legs and her butt crack as she determinedly licked and fingers Alison's teenage pussy until she collapsed in a contented heap onto the small bed. After staring at Carrie's muscular butt that day on the beach, Alison was anxious to explore Carrie's impressive backside. Laying the naked 12-year-old flat on her stomach, Alison kissed and caressed Carrie's firm butt cheeks, causing the young girl to giggle nervously. Crawling on top of Carrie, Alison began to aggressively hump the pretty 7th grader's bubble-butt, grinding her blonde pubic-haired pelvis forcefully into the backside of the puzzled little girl. Reaching beneath her adolescent lover, Alison cheerily squeezed, pulled, and twisted Carrie's fledgling little boobies. Removing herself from on top of the 12-year-old, Alison positioned her willing playmate on her knees, with her face down on a pillow. Carrie jumped, and had to be gently held down when Alison's inquisitive finger rimmed Carrie's unsullied anus. Told to relax, and being reassured that Alison wouldn't do anything to hurt her, Alison probed but didn't penetrate Carrie's rectum with her slippery tongue. Alison had been taught that particular technique by one of Susan's more adventuresome lesbian friends. Carrie's unplanned for lesbian education continued throughout the afternoon and into the early morning >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The naked girls were awakened the next morning by the sound of a ringing telephone. Still sleepy, Alison tried to quickly shake off her haze as she answered the phone, "Connors residence." Carrie perked up when she heard Alison say, "Hello, Mrs. Connors." As Carrie's mother began to quiz her 16-year-old babysitter on what had transpired over the last couple of days, Carrie began to mischievously pinch Alison's exposed pink nipples, then began to quietly suck Alison's boobs while the teenager tried to have a composeda conversation with her mom. Alison tried to playfully swat away the small-titted 7th grader, saying: "Carrie has been very good. She completed all of her homework on time, helped with the dishes, and went to bed on time. As a reward, I took her surfing yesterday, and we may go again today." Mrs. Connors sounded delighted as she asked to speak to her daughter. Putting her hand over the telephone receiver, Alison pretended that Carrie was in another room, shouting: "Carrie, your mother is on the phone." Carrie stifled a giggle as she waited a few seconds before picking up the phone. "Hi honey," her mother cheerfully said. "We've missed you." Mrs. Connors added, "I've got some really good news for you, your grandmother is doing much better, and is responding well to the new treatments. Your daddy will be home on Tuesday by the time that you get back from school." Carrie was relieved, but started to squirm when as a payback, Alison inserted her finger into Carrie's tight, youthful vagina. Both girls laughed heartily when Carrie hung up the phone and gave each other a good morning kiss. Alison looked at the seductive brown-haired preteen, and asked her: "Do you want to go surfing today?" As if to answer, Carrie began avidly licking Alison's golden-topped pussy, saying "Not today." The girls continued to make love throughout Sunday. After school on Monday, Alison and Carrie worked diligently to thoroughly clean the house and to wash their sand-covered bathing suits which were still sitting on the bathroom floor. Alison took care to thoroughly wash and fold the sheets lest there be any telltale cum stains. Alison and Carrie platonically slept in each other's arms that night, knowing that Carrie's father would return the next day. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Later that week, Carrie stopped by Alison's house to deliver a card from her mother profusely thanking the teenager for the wonderful job that she had done in helping out their family. Enclosed in the envelope was a very generous amount of cash, even in excess of what they had originally agreed upon. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mr. & Mrs. Connors were pleased that Alison was including Carrie in her surfing sojourns to the beach. It saved them some time shuttling their young surfing whiz to and fro. Although Carrie had a lot of friends at the beach, they were happy that Alison would be there to keep an eye on their little princess. What was not said was that Alison and Carrie would sometimes leave the beach early for afternoon assignations with Susan and her lesbian friends, where the two girls would happily serve as the underage playthings of the sex-hungry older lesbians. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Alison's fun would come to a screeching halt during her junior year of high school. Her father had a accepted a better position in Phoenix and the family moved away from the beach community. Alison would not see Susan nor Carrie for several years... but that's another story. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End of Part 2. Please support this great site!