Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 02:16:49 -0700 From: Star XXX Subject: Anna and I, Chapter 3 Anna and I Chapter 3 Copyright 2002 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved. After our exciting experience with Aaron, Anna and I wandered around in a contented sort of bliss for days. Our sexual experiment with him had turned out extraordinarily well. As we replayed the memory of that experience in our minds and talked about it the three of us bonded together almost like a family. Anna and I both felt reborn in some mysterious way, as if we had passed through a rite of passage of some kind, and I suppose we did. Aaron, Anna and I had a few more sexual encounters after this first time, and I will relate them in later chapters. For now though I would like to skip ahead a couple of years to an encounter that did not include either Anna or Aaron directly but was one which was of great significance to me. It began just after my fourteenth birthday. I had made a new friend at school named Terry who was just an average young teenage girl. We sat beside each other in two different classes and had become friends. Terry was of average build with dark straight hair and brown eyes. She was pretty but did not stand out much from the crowd. I liked her for her sense of humor and her ability to conjugate French verbs among other things. I was not interested in her sexually at all, but I can't say the same about her mother. I first met Terry's mom was one evening after school when I came over to their house for some help with my French homework. Terry and her mother were French Canadian and spoke the language fluently so I was glad to have such skilled tutors close to hand. I arrived at the front door and Terry's mom opened it to greet me. Ms. Sevigney was beautiful! I stood on the porch for an extra second looking at her, taken aback by the sudden attraction I felt for her. What surprised me even more was the way her eyes were travelling down my body. I knew almost instantly that she was either lesbian or bisexual and when our eyes met I could read her intent immediately. She knew that I knew about her and she also knew that I knew about me. And wanted me. I've long since learned about `gaydar', that one gay man or woman can spot another instantly across a crowded room, but this was my first real experience of it and it knocked my socks off! "You must be Terry's friend Star," Carol said as we broke eye contact, "Please come in!" Her voice was very light and throaty with just the hint of a Quebecois accent. It turned me on big time, as did the rest of her. Although I learned later that Carol was 40, she looked much younger and strikingly like Terry. She had the same short brunette hair and brown eyes along with a pair of full red lips, a small straight nose and a wide-open smile. There were distinct laugh lines around her eyes that I found utterly adorable. It was now obvious where Terry had picked up her sense of humor. Carol was 5 feet 4 inches tall and very trim. She wore a pair of tight navy blue slacks that nicely hugged her backside and a loose fitting white blouse that hinted at two large breasts. She also had amazing looking hands with long tapered fingers, as if she were a pianist or a graphic artist of some kind. I later learned she was both. And very good with her hands in other ways too. I followed Carol down the hallway to Terry's room, watching her tight, sexy ass the whole way. I was surprised by how turned on by her I was and hardly knew what to do with my feelings. It was almost a relief to reach Terry's room and return to Planet Earth after ogling Terry's mom walking down that long hallway. I finally stood in Terry's bedroom doorway as her mother moved up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. As Terry rose from her chair to greet me, Ms. Sevigney gave my shoulder an intimate little squeeze. I somehow knew exactly what that signal meant and the thought of it left me feeling quite giddy. "This is where Terry is hiding, Star. You two are doing homework together?" she asked me as if everything were normal. "Oh yes Ms. Sevigney. I am so grateful for Terry's help with French and in return I'm helping her with math," At this she smiled and patted my shoulders. "French is one thing we're good at!" she laughed "If I can help you too, let me know!" With that she turned and left. "Gosh Terry, I think your mom is cool!" I said to her as we settled down around her desk. "Yeah, she's okay. I just wish she were home more. She works some very long hours and even weekends," Terry sighed. Ms. Sevigney was a Nurse Practitioner and midwife with a master's degree who worked out of a big area hospital. Her skills were apparently in high demand and she seemed well paid by the look of her home. She was also divorced for over 10 years and Terry, short for Theresa, was her only child. I put my strange encounter with Terry's mom out of my mind for awhile and busied myself, with Terry's help, in learning the French language. A couple of weeks went by until I saw Ms. Sevigney again. I had told Anna about her in the meantime and about us `knowing' each other's sexual preference, even though that preference was completely unspoken. Anna was quite excited by the idea of me being seduced by an `older woman' which caught me by surprise. I expected her to be jealous or hurt and to forbid me to go that far with her but she thought the whole thing was terribly sexy and even romantic. I was due for another French tutorial that evening at the Sevigney home and Anna's only concern was that I give her all the details! "You mean that if I have sex with Terry's mom that's okay with you?" I queried. "Sure!" laughed Anna "Just don't forget to take notes!" I was flabbergasted! Anna had just given me permission to have sex with another woman and one who was old enough to be my mother at that! I wasn't quite sure how I felt at that moment. I had secretly hoped that Anna might be jealous and remind me of our agreement not to have relationships with other girls. I guess I wanted to hear that she loved me. "Oh Star! What are the chances that Ms. Sevigney is going to steal you away from me?" Anna asked me. "Zero, nada, nothing!" she answered herself "So go out and have fun. Of course she wants you. You really don't know how pretty you are, do you?" she asked me, "I think Terry's mom finds you as sexy and gorgeous as I do. You are one good lookin' babe Star. Get over it!" she laughed. I felt a little better. I also blushed at Anna's compliment and then suddenly realized that I had been putting my physical self down for a long time, and that Anna was completely sincere about my looks. I had always compared myself to Anna, who was always taller, bigger busted and blonder than me, without taking stock of my own attributes. This was silly! I realized now that I no longer possessed the body of a child. I was a woman -- a young one to be sure- but a woman nonetheless. I had been staring at myself in the mirror for the last year without actually seeing myself as I was. I looked down at myself now and owned my breasts fully for the first time. They were actually quite nice looking, a modest `B' cup, but for 14 not too shabby. Then the rest of me. I recalled my face from the mirror that morning and finally understood that I was turning into a very nice looking young woman. It all came to me in a flash. I accepted Carol's sexual interest in me as a genuine compliment and then understood the sincerity of Anna's flattery. In that moment I had somehow become a distinct person with my own beauty and identity separate from Anna's or anyone else's. Some part of me had just grown up. I was my own beautiful person and it felt wonderful! I felt tears coming to my eyes. I hadn't so much as touched her hand and already Carol was having a major impact on my life. I hugged Anna as I alternately cried and laughed, all the while trying to explain to her how I felt. Anna just looked at me and smiled. "Think how lucky Carol Sevigney is to have someone like you to play with!" Anna teased me. "AND how lucky you are to have a friend whose going to tell you all about it!" I countered. Still, I was not one hundred percent sure that I had read Ms. Sevigney's signals correctly. It could all be a dreadful mistake. But no, I kept remembering that look and her hand squeezing and almost caressing my shoulder, then Anna kept telling me it was okay and how jealous she was. That was so nice to hear but I was still uncertain. That evening I went to Carol's house feeling a whole mess of emotions. I was excited, afraid, in love, in lust, happy then depressed all at the same time. Being 14 is NOT an easy job! I had spent hours deciding what to wear and still thought the light blue cotton blouse and denim skirt I finally chose were not grown-up enough. I even struggled into pantyhose for the occasion. A touch of lipstick was added along with a little mascara and I was ready for my `coming out'. I was a quivering wreck by the time I stood ringing the bell at her front door. Carol again opened the door and greeted me and it looked like she had gone to some trouble dressing up as well. She had on a cream colored silk blouse that did much more than hint this time at the fullness of her breasts. They were displayed in shimmering beauty with a generous slice of cleavage spilling out from the three top buttons she had left undone. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the sheer fabric of her bra and blouse. She also wore a short black skirt that stopped about mid-thigh and allowed me to see a pair of very sexy legs encased in sheer black tights. All I could do was stand, stare and lick my dry lips. "Bon soir, Star!" Carol greeted me, the French lesson already begun. "Comment ca va?" she asked. "Uh je-je vais tres bien, " I replied thereby exhausting my entire knowledge of conversational French. Carol let go a delightful peal of laughter, "Your accent is terrible!" she berated me with a huge smile, "We must do something about that straight away for I'm to be your teacher tonight," she announced as my heart did another back flip. Gulp. "Where's Terry?" I asked. "She got a babysitting job at the last moment so I have volunteered to take her place. You don't mind, do you?" She asked me politely. "No, no of course not!" I stammered. No indeed! I walked past Ms. Sevigney who waved me into their living room and onto a big black leather couch. I sat at one end while she settled in comfortably at the other. I set my books down on the glass coffee table in front of us. As I turned to look at her I noticed her crossing her legs. That gave me a wondrous view of her thigh. Then our eyes met again. "Let's practice your pronunciation," she said warmly, "You really mangle my beautiful language!" she laughed. For the next hour we worked diligently away at trying to make me completely bilingual and a model Canadian. Carol really was a good teacher and before we were through I had finally begun to get a handle on past and future tenses and to improve my pronunciation. All the time, though, I kept stealing glances at her breasts and legs or stared dreamily at her warm brown eyes. If she noticed she didn't say anything. She had yet to give me that `look' from the last time and I began to wonder if her attraction towards me wasn't all in my imagination. Then Ms. Sevigney lay back against the arm of the couch, stretched herself out in a very erotic yawn and looked me in the eye. She simply cocked her eyebrow in a wise, all knowing way then winked at me. The `look' was back! "That's enough of French for tonight," Carol declared "Would you like something to drink? Cocoa or tea perhaps?" she asked me as she slowly climbed to her feet. Oh, drat! That moment was gone, I thought. Tea would be fine I told her and she went away into the kitchen to prepare it. Was she going to make a move? I wondered. She was driving me crazy with wanting her but I decided to relax and try to think of other things. What would happen would happen. C'est la vie, as the French would say! I looked around her living room and came back to viewing some exquisitely beautiful sketches of female nudes on one wall I had only glanced at when coming in. So much for thinking of other things! I also took in the quiet elegance of an ensemble of furniture all done up in ebony, black leather and glass. This was the home of someone with incredibly refined taste, I realized. Everything seemed perfectly in place and set off for maximum visual effect. As I stood up to study the female nudes more closely Carol returned and came up behind me. "Do you like those?" she asked, resting her hands on my shoulders like she had before outside Terry's room. I felt a brief shiver run through me at her touch. "Oh, they are beautiful!" I said in genuine wonder. Whoever had drawn them had an extraordinarily deft touch and truly loved the female form. There were four small sketches of young women in various poses, all of them emphasizing some aspect of the feminine body. In one it was a long tapering thigh and in another a pair of round womanly breasts. The third was a view from behind a very slinky model whose derriere was flashed provocatively between the folds of a raincoat, her only garment. The last was a minutely detailed drawing centering on a young woman's vagina as she sat with one leg raised on the edge of an old Romanesque fountain. They were very erotic and rendered with exquisite care. "Who drew them?" I asked her. "I did," she laughed. "No!" I exclaimed in true surprise, "Those are so incredible! Gosh, I wish I could draw like that!" "Well then, we just might have to add art lessons onto the French eh, ma cheri?" Carol whispered close to my ear, so close in fact I could feel her breath gently caressing my cheek. I felt a warm flush begin on my face. Then she backed away and sat down again at the couch, patting a place beside her where she wanted me to sit. I followed her direction meekly and sat to her left. "How would you feel about posing nude for me sometime?" she asked out of the blue, as if posing nude were no more remarkable a thing than passing the butter at the dinner table. I guessed that in her world it probably wasn't, so I tried to sound equally as casual when I replied. "ME!" I croaked instead, failing miserably at being sophisticated, "I don't look like those women up there," I said in complete surprise. Is this all she wants me for I wondered? "No, of course you don't. That's the point. You have a unique beauty all your own just as those girls up there do. We are all different and... I ... I find your body to be very attractive," she said to me with some slight hesitation. "I would like to draw you." I took a moment to collect my thoughts. "Yes," I finally said, "I could do that and - and I think you have a very nice body too!" I asserted, not knowing where those words had come from. I was mortified! I tried hiding my face by turning away. Carol just put her arm around me then and kissed the top of my head. "Yes, I know," she chuckled, "I see you looking at me. At my breasts," she laughed quietly as I turned fifteen shades of scarlet. "It's okay. I could tell you like girls. So do I, and I thank you for those kind words to an old woman," she laughingly added. She cuddled me gently and I felt the soft warmth of her breast press against my arm. A small tingle ran through me at the touch. Carol rose from the couch and went to bring in the tea service. Returning moments later she laid it down gently on the coffee table. After fixing my cup and munching on a few biscuits she asked me about my relationship experiences and I told her about Anna and I. She seemed very pleased to hear that we had found each other, and so young. Ms. Sevigney too, was bisexual, she explained, but hadn't had any lovers for some time now owing to the pressures of work. She had only discovered her true sexuality in university she told me, but had had several women lovers over the years. She was so happy that I had discovered my bi side so early on, and so painlessly. Ms. Sevigney herself had struggled and fought against her feelings for other women for years, often wracked by Catholic guilt and remorse over her desires. She talked at length about the pain of those years and of her bitter, unhappy marriage, entered into more to deny her own sexuality than out of any love for her husband. After this amazing stretch of self-disclosure she insisted that from now on I begin calling her Carol, that we were now friends and that our sexuality united us as sisters. As we chattered away I could suddenly sense that Carol was now the one who was becoming nervous and unsure of what to do next! Neither of us wanted the evening to end but we were hesitant about moving on to the next stage, whatever that might be. Her eyes kept locking on me then moving away as her long slender fingers entwined themselves endlessly around each other. This would never do! I decided to seize the initiative. "I can pose for you now if you'd like," I said quietly. Carol stopped her teacup halfway to her mouth and looked at me with astonishment. She paused for a brief second before she answered. "Well -- uh -- yes! Would you really like to? I mean, well yes, my studio is downstairs," she managed to say before taking a huge swallow of her tea. Her eyes again took in my form as she laid her cup and saucer down with a slight tremor. She quickly regained her poise, smiled and stood up. "This way," she said, beckoning me to follow her down to the basement. My heart was in my throat! Copyright 2002 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved.