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Mom'sCollege Girlfriend F/F
By : paultruman69
Category: S through Z > South of Nowhere
Views: 4877 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1Disclaimer: I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
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Mom’s College Girlfriend
August, 2008
TV Fan Fic – South of Nowhere. Mom takes Spence’s interest in girls as a
serious matter essential to their future. F/FDisclaimer … all fiction; characters loosely associated
w/AshleySpencer on TV. Not my property.Note: I usually write in the third person. I tried this as an experiment and this short
story is what came out. Hope you like
the idea.Mom’s College Friend
Lesbian fantasy by Bo_Bleu
My name is Spence and I have this story to
tell.After all the
rush and tumble trying to get to the Plantation Inn, we finally arrived. Mom was driving. The crisis, as she perceived it, was a
planned meeting with Sylvia Sabine, her college roommate from twenty years ago.With the two of
them approaching forty, there seemed some secret between them that imploded a
forceful sense of urgency. I only knew I
resented being pulled away from my friends for the long weekend. I was missing the greatest bash of the spring
break.When I saw Sylvia
Sabine I was, in a word, left breathless.
She had everything; suave, svelte, flashing dark eyes suggesting a
French heritage and a sensual mouth. She
turned to greet us, her ample breast line moved with her like liquid motion;
not pretentious or showy, just there and from all aspects, perfect.“Darling,” Mom
said introducing me to Sylvia, “this is the gorgeous girl I’ve been telling you
about.”I elected to use
my slight curtsey, lowered my eyes and next smiled. “Enchanté,”
I said in faulty high school French. She
was delighted and rambled off a few sentences in French that I did not
understand.As we were seated
in the dining room of the Plantation Inn, Napa Valley’s
finest it said in the brochure, Sylvia looked across the table at me with a
stare and frank appraisal. It bore right into my soul. She was stunning and I was nursing a crush.Of course I knew
the entire episode was childish; eighteen-year old girl mesmerized by a, she
said, thirty-five year-old woman. I didn’t
mind a few years; it’s what women that age do when they have a reason.The conversation
drifted to old times, new times and trivia catch-up. Often Mom caught the emotional connection
between Sylvia and I but just smiled and began a different subject.After dinner, we
were cozy next to the huge fireplace in the lobby. There were more drinks and, eventually, a
sampling of Napa Valley Vineyards Estate Reserve. It did not surprise me when Mom drifted off
to sleep; three drinks and a sunset usually did it.“We better put
your mom to bed,” Sylvia said standing up.
“Have you inherited her outstanding capability for sleep?”I just
smiled. “Guess I’m too young.”We helped mom to
the room which was on the second level with a small porch overlooking the
gardens and a busy stream just beyond. I
went out onto the porch and found a comfortable chaise longue. It was neat to relax after a rushed day. I dropped my shoes to the decking and sipped
the cool drink I’d brought from the lounge.After a long
while tucking mom in, Sylvia came out onto the porch. She pulled up a lounge next to me and
whispered, “Voulez-vous couché avec moi
ce soir?”I laughed and was
slightly embarrassed. “Sorry,” I
whispered so as not to disturb Mom, “I know a few words but not that many all
at once.”She moved closer
to me. “I asked you if you would like to
sleep with me this evening?”Again, I was
breathless. “You better explain that, s’il vous plait.”That was when I
felt her hand move onto my knee. She
moved her finger tips so lightly it was a tantalizing light tickle. “Have you had sex with a woman?” she asked;
point blank, no pretense, no hesitation.“Certainly not!”
I replied with as much indignation as I could muster. “I’m not into, uh, that.”
“And all your school friends? None near enough to be of interest?”“Well, no. My best friend, Ashlyn, is more physical than
most girls. I mean, she likes to hug me,
kiss me on the cheek, that sort of thing.”Sylvia did not
remove her hand from my leg. I was
getting used to it.“Do you mind me
feeling you this way?” she asked and, once again, there was that searching
glare, the appraisal.“Honestly,
Sylvia, uh, Miss Sabine, I’m flattered.
Do you find me attractive, uh, like that?”
She smiled and moved closer. “Yes; you have your mother’s youth, like, a
carbon copy. Clone, if you will.”
“Am I being too forward?” I asked;
random thoughts were making me hesitate.
“If I refuse you any further entertainment, what will you do? Will you put me in your room so you can sleep
with my mom? Is that what you two did in
college? Is that why my dad was so
unhappy with the marriage?”Sylvia relaxed
back. “Anybody ever tell you that you
are too smart for your own good?”“Intelligence
isn’t at work here; I’m in shock. But
you do offer some answers.”“You are
perceptive; that pleases me. I’ve never
married, not for lack of opportunity, but I find girl-girl relationships much
more exciting. Oh, not just the
physical. That counts too. But, I like the feel of a responsive, self-aware
woman. You seem to qualify rather well.”The hem of my
skirt was draped over my thighs. I made
no effort to be modest. “Are we met here
as a trial or tryst? Is it possible my
mom doesn’t want me to make the same mistake she made?”
Sylvia removed her hand and let it
rest on my waist. She fingered my belt
buckle. I tugged at my skirt and felt
more comfortable with the hem on my knees.“Well, darling. Who does your mom see in your everyday active
life? Girls, all the time. You go to parties, pajama sleepovers, don’t
encourage guys to call and you don’t go out on dates. You accepted that basketball player as escort
to the prom and then dumped him. Did he
try to get physical?”I was
stunned. “How do you know all this about
me? Have you two been closer than Mom
led me to believe?”“Surely, yes; you
guessed it.”I was getting a
bit peeved at this point. “I didn’t
guess anything. You told me.” One glance at the gorgeous woman told me my
anger was exciting her.“Do you mind
answering some questions? You’ve already
told me the only event with your friend Ashlyn was a minor one, if that. Do you think she wants you?”“Think? Not me!
I fully intend to ask her if she wants to take our friendship to a
higher level.”“Think about her
— is she pretty? You have nice breasts;
would you like her lips fondling your nipples?”“Please,
stop! I don’t know the answer to that. How could I?
Nobody has done that to me. Oh, I
know it goes on; I’ve seen some porno flicks and a few racy magazines. Somehow I never imagined myself the object,
uh, of that.”Sylvia raised her
hand to just below my breasts. “When you masturbate, do you fantasize about
boys or girls?”I was a long time
coming to a conclusion on that one.
“Both, I think is the correct answer.
It’s the physical I’m seeking, not a liaison of some kind.”Sylvia reached
and twisted some strands of my hair in her fingers. “Very pretty,” she said softly. “So you give yourself orgasms? Do they satisfy you? I mean, is it good? Would you be happy to not ever do anything
more, that is, not include a partner?”Another jab at
unanswered thoughts. “I tell myself I
just haven’t met the right person.”Sylvia turned
quickly to look into the room. Mom had
stirred in her sleep and kicked off some of the covers. “I’m going to put her sheet back over her;
too easy to get a chill. I’ll be right
back.”When she returned I was standing with my
hands resting on the railing. Too much
had been said, too quickly. I couldn’t
process it all. One fact was certain;
the woman was exciting me. As for
wanting her, having sex with her, doing those things that I’ve always wondered
about but never thought I could act on.
Well, I just wasn’t sure.She moved behind
me and put her arms around me so they crossed my breasts. I could feel her full torso pressing against
my back. More from reaction than intent,
I took both her hands in both of mine and held her from any further daring.“I hope you don’t
think me naïve,” I stuttered. “You’ve
posed too many issues for me to process in so short a time.”“Of course
you’re not a simpleton. Far from it! Tell me; would you like to take a break and go
for a short drive? I know a charming
rustic roadhouse a few minutes from here.
It’s a beautiful night for an outing; stars and a sliver of moon are
cooperating to set a mood. Come on, put
on your shoes.”I gulped, suddenly nervous. “Oh, OK, sure, let’s go. Maybe a little change of scene will chase
away the cobwebs in my brain.”She took my hand
and we went down the hall. She stopped
at her room and fished out the key from her side pocket. “I have to get a light jacket, give me a
moment.”I stepped just
inside the room and waited. She came out
wearing a linen short-coat fastened with one huge button below her
breasts. The sleeves ended with a flurry
of lace at the wrist.Her next surprise
rocked me. I was watching her approach;
in one swift motion, she embraced me.
Her arms went around me and she brushed my lips with her lips, a soft
and gentle, tender, touch. It was over
and, before I came to my senses, we were walking down the wide staircase,
through the lobby and to her auto.I was mute. She held the door for me and waited for me to
settle in the passenger seat before she closed the door and went around to the
driver’s side. It all took a few minutes
but the change of scene from passion-packed to neutral was quick and, in my
mind, very effective. There was no
tension between us. The beautiful lady
smiled, brushed my knee with one hand and selected the drive mode. ‘I liked it;’ I told myself. ‘Sylvia is in charge and I like it. When mom is on her control-kicks, it
absolutely bores me. This lady is
charming in the extreme. Totally.’She pulled into
the parking area of the Vinland Roadhouse and stopped at the end of a row of
cars. It was dark when she turned off
the engine. “Did you like it when I
kissed you?” she asked simply, like she was offering me a stick of gum.“Uh, you shocked
me, I guess. I wasn’t expecting you to
do that. I’m not offended.”For answer she
next put one arm around me and, after releasing the seatbelt, pulled me to
her. This time it was not a gentle brush
of her lips. She came down with a firm
lip-lock and, at the same time, moved one palm over my breast. She cupped it and pushed. I gasped and she moved her tongue tip to my
lower lip and began plowing, licking, pressing and fondling until I opened my
lips to let her enter. It was an
invitation; she accepted. Our tongues
fenced, licking, alternately sucking, breathing increased with each thrill.She broke the
kiss and lapped at my neck just below my ear.
Excitement was building. Abruptly,
she stopped and moved away. “Let’s go
in. Are you hungry? They have a divine snack tray of oeuvres
d’oeuvres.”I must have
looked a strange site sitting there, face hanging out like a department store
manikin, lips parted, and breathing irregular.
Damn! I wasn’t ready to stop playing
high society games.She sensed it,
smiled and moved one hand inside my lapel and down to draw on the fleshy folds
bordered by my brassiere. She leaned
back and continued caressing me, held my breasts, next my chin, touched my lips
with her fingers and smiled so wantonly I really thought she would next attack
me.I found my voice
there someplace. “Sure; yes. If you wish; let’s go in.”Next, another
surprise. She took my hand in hers and
moved it onto her lap. Feeling the
resistance, she whispered, “Don’t fight me, love; you’ve wanted to do this for
a very long time. You just didn’t know
it.”“Ulp! Do what?” I asked. Now she had mystery to add to the other
charms.I let her guide
my hand along her leg, over her knees and onto her thighs. She continued until I felt the end of her
stockings wrapped in the flesh of her upper legs.“That’s right,”
she said smoothly. “Feel that
flesh. Do you like doing that to me?”This time I took
the initiative and kissed her fully on the mouth. “Yes,” I managed to say, my voice guttural
with lust. “I like it.”She moved
away. “Now that we have that settled,
how about that snack I promised you?”By this time I
was feeling flip, impulsive. “I really
thought you had something else in mind to eat.”It was the first
time I’d heard her laugh. It was
musical, a delight to the ears, warm and natural, not forced. “And you, sexy girl, are naughty.”We found a quiet
corner with a love-seat and tiny cocktail table. We were served a platter of snacks and a
bottle of Napa Valley Chardonnay in an ice bucket. We were comfortable with
each other, holding hands and smiling.“What are you
going to do to me?” I asked finally.“What would you
like? Do you have any idea what pleasure
I can give you with my mouth? This is a
quick change from the ‘Joy of Cooking’ to the ‘Joy of Eating’ and, don’t wince,
you started it.” Now she was
entertaining; amazing. “Are you afraid?”“No, I don’t
think so. Are girls afraid, like old
time honeymoon couples?”“Perhaps! Depends on the girl. Did you know one girl can rape another?”
Another new
idea! “How could that be?”“Force and
violence. The attacker intimidates and
slaps the other girl around until she has had enough of it. A closed fist on the roundhouse mode can do
wonders to the resistance. Restrict the
nose and wait until she has to open her mouth to breathe and, wham! Her tongue will be more than willing.”“Sounds like
you’ve done it.”“No, I’ve had it
done to me. It was a long time ago.”Another story;
there seemed no end. “Tell me.”“My first job out
of college; my degree is in business, minor in tax accounting. It happened that my hire at the ‘Zenith CPA
Firm’ was not met with pleasure among three other girls in the same
office. I was green as can be and
determined to ‘fit in’ as any young girl would.”“That can be any
story, anywhere. They didn’t like you?”Sylvia
smiled. “On Friday we met at the local
pub ‘happy hour’ and indulged in more drinking and dancing than I was used
to. I did enjoy the girls; they were
neat and, secretly, I was hoping to be approached by one of them that I sensed
would enjoy a little extra time before going home to husband and family. It was not to be.”“No luck, as they
say in Vegas.”“Lots of luck,
all of it bad. There was a shady group
in the back that we didn’t know about.
They had something illegal happening and, as misfortune would have it,
the police picked that Friday to raid the place. We were all hustled into the police wagon and
hauled off to jail. We were ‘booked’ and
interviewed by some tired investigator, a detective of sorts, I suppose. Then each were detained in jail cells until
we could post bail in the morning.”“Not fun but
still an experience.”“The girl I was
with in the jail, cell-mate, was expecting her family to come rescue her. She was very agitated and did not want to be
there. When the lights were out for the
night, she came to my bunk and told me to shut up and spread my legs.”“Wow! A complete stranger. She went down on
you? Just like that?” It was incredulous and I snapped my fingers.She seemed to be
hiding between my legs, busy mouth and tongue, for a long time like some people
play cards as a pastime. When she had
enough of that, she asked me to do the same for her. I refused, of course. Lord knows what diseases she might have been
nursing in her pussy.”“And she didn’t
accept ‘no’ for an answer,” I added trying to be understanding, conversational.
By this time I was really involved in
Sylvia’s story. It was easy to envision
her naked body staked out on the prison bunk. There was an excitement in it.“She sat on my
face, slapped me, gave me a black eye, and told me to eat her out. When she raised her arm to hit me again, I
opened my mouth and worked her until she had an orgasm. Then she went to sleep.”“And you were out
the next day?”“Yes, with
apologies and our names were erased from the record. It’s the way they do things, I suppose.”There was some
urgency in her voice as she told the story.
Like the violence and the sexual predator would arouse me. From then on we shared a sort of intimacy we
hadn’t enjoyed before.We went out to
her car and, before I could fasten the seatbelt, she was on me for another,
deeper, kiss. She Frenched my mouth and
nibbled at my ear. I was turning on like
New Year’s Eve.“Take it easy,
Sylvia,” I told her. “I’m not in jail,
you know.”“Um, yes; open
your blouse for me.”I didn’t argue
with that. While she watched with
glowing eyes, I unbuttoned my top and unhooked my bra. She was on my breast with her lips like there
was no tomorrow. I loved it.“Sylvia, you are
getting me wet,” I said.To answer that
simple confession, she moved one hand under my skirt and began a steady move up
my leg, across my thighs and cupped my crotch like it was fragile. “Want more?” she asked.I nodded, unable
to talk. Getting her fingers past the
elastic of my panties was an easy task and she began a finger wave. I was coming unglued. “Sylvia, please,” I pleaded. “Keep it going, I’m going to come; this has
never happened to me before.”She leaned closer
to me and whispered. “You want my mouth
between your pretty legs?”Again, I nodded
‘yes’ and reached to capture her hand that was doing so many wonderful things
to my sexual center. “Do we need to go
back to the room?”An orgasmic wave
engulfed me and I moaned. She kissed me
again, harder, and forced her tongue into my mouth. When I sighed, she stopped and took away her
hand. “You are a hot one,” she said
starting the car. “Pull up your skirt
and tuck it into your belt. I want to
enjoy those perfect legs.”I did as she
asked and next rested my head on her shoulder.
“This has been the most wonderful evening of my life. I’d no idea I would respond to the way you
brought me out.”She was silent
for a long time as she drove the narrow road next to the river. “I’m glad for you. Knowing your mom as I do, I feel close to you
as well. “After tonight, you have a
whole new world of sensual pleasure at your finger tips. The joy you bring to others of your choice
will be your joy too.”I wasn’t certain
what she was talking about but the warm wine in my tummy and the rapture caused
by the marvelous woman seemed enough.
She took me directly to her room and, before approaching me, touched her
finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet.
As she left the room, I knew she was going down the hall to check on Mom. The endearment, the close contact, the
affection, they felt for each other was another revelation.Sylvia did
indicate with a sweep of her hand that I should remain there in her room. My curiosity, as always, took high
priority. Making little noise, I
followed Sylvia down the hall. She
didn’t close the door so I was able to listen.I didn’t get all
the conversation but I did hear Mom agree to continue what they had both
started that evening. When I heard them
kiss, I returned to Sylvia’s room and waited.She came in to
find me sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed. I crossed my ankles feeling fourteen
again. I smiled when she came in; an
effort to appear calm. That was a lie; I
was confused, aroused, afraid and on the edge of panic.Sylvia sat on the
bed next to me and put one arm around my shoulders. “I checked on your mom; she’s fine. I think the long drive tired her out. Do you have any comment about what we did
this evening?”I knew if I said
anything, my voice would squeak. I was
right. “Overwhelmed with the way you
make me feel,” I said with as much conviction as I could.She unbuttoned my
blouse and unhooked my brassiere. She
slid one hand under my bra cup and fondled my breast. “Your mom sent me a photo of you when you
were about twelve or so. You had on that
yellow jumper sun suit. Even then you
had nice legs, not counting the knobby knees.
The look on your face was adorable; you were wondering what this big,
wide, wonderful world was all about. How
could you have known that in a mere five years you would be in my bed with a
gift-wrapped package of mixed emotions?”“I like what you
are doing,” I said in a gasp when her thumb fondled my nipple.She stood up and
began to undress. “Watch me,” she said
as she shed one garment after another.
She pulled me to standing and knelt to remove my skirt. I was in a dream of my own making. Was this really happening to me? What does this terrific person want from me? Is there sex without love? Is this all a scam of some kind to enjoy some
deviant sex — the older woman and the young girl?”We stretched out
on the bed. She switched off the
light. There was only the glow of the
fish tank softening the shadows in the room.I accepted her
kiss, pressed on her tongue with my lips and began to come more alive. “I don’t know what to do,” I confessed when
we broke the kiss giving preference to random caresses along the hips, to the
lower cleavage, the firm buns, rounded thighs and throbbing pussy.“Remember when
you felt the inside of my legs at the top of my stockings? You said you liked doing that to me. Do it again.”I began at her
rounded calf and crept higher until my fingers found the elastic of her panty
briefs. “You are beautiful,” I said and
pressed her vagina with the palm of my hand open.“Take these,” she
said and pushed my head into her breasts.
I fondled one breast with my lips and tongue, next the other, and was
pleased when she moaned. “Do you like
doing that?”“Yes, I do. Shall I do more?”
“Yes, roam
wherever it pleases you. By now you’ve
learned what I knew all along. You want
what I have for you.”I kissed her
pert navel and moved both hands to her breasts.
They were firm, smooth and inviting to my touch. I looked up to see the glow of affection in
her eyes. She licked her lips and
tightened her hold on my shoulders.
“Tell me, please, what it is you think I want.”She kissed me
first on the shoulder, next on the hollow at my throat. Her tongue teased the flesh. “My mouth; you want my mouth, don’t you?”I nearly
fainted. “Yes, I do; I know it now. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time.”She pushed me
onto my back, stripped off my panties and forcefully spread my legs so she
would fit between them. She looked up at
me and smiled. “Are you OK with this? Do you want me to do it?”I was without
words though the response was snapping across my hips and centered on my
vagina. “Yes, do it!”What followed was
an incandescent flash. My mind was
instantly jammed with thoughts, desires I didn’t know about, feelings of
arousal I was totally unfamiliar with.
Her tongue drove me into the mattress like a hand kneading the bread
dough. Firm and gentle at the same time,
it was a sensation totally commanding my body.
My friend Ashlyn flashed through my mind; her nice body and, now it was
out, her mouth.Sylvia worked me
through a shattering orgasm that left me listless. She relaxed back a moment and smiled up at
me. Her face was covered with a
glistening sheen of pussy juice. It had
happened and I loved it. “Want more?”
she asked.Still out of
breath, it was all I could manage to answer her. “Yes,” I whispered, “but please give me a
chance to catch my emotions. Those are
the ones flying all over the bed at once.”She laughed,
kissed my thigh and stretched out next to me.
“Want to know what a pretty girl tastes like?” She asked.At first I didn’t
know what she meant such was my debilitated mind. “Sure, what pretty girl?” I asked, dumb as it sounded.“You,
darling.” She moved on me and fixed her
slightly parted lips on mine. When her tongue forced into my mouth, I
learned. The taste of my orgasm was on
her lips and tongue. The appeal was
tantalizing and slightly tinged with the flavor of Napa Valley Chardonnay
wine.My feeling was to
embrace her. I was impulsive and still
coming down from the sexual moment. I
began licking her face with my tongue tip, next the flat of my tongue, to get
the delightful mixture of my body and her perspiration. I urged her away from
me just far enough so I could put my lips on her nipple. I worked her perfect breasts with my
tongue. There was a lustful reward when
I heard her moan. I looked up at her;
head thrown back in passion, her body on fire, eyes bare slits in the shadowed room. Her body seemed alive with a sparkling
rapture. I had given her that and I felt
proud.“Wow!” I said
with a special effort. “Believe me, I’d
no idea.”She kissed me
again. “You are on a journey of lifetime
joy. Your beauty will attract many
partners but it is your natural response to the female body that will bring you
so much pleasure. No more will you have
to give the basketball team captain special favors.”I snuggled into
her embrace. “I think I’ll go out for
girl’s softball.”She
giggled. “How are you going to tell Ashlyn
what happened to you?”“I don’t know
but, one lesson I’ve learned, I’m going to be honest with her. I simply will not be able to be her friend
without having sex with her. I value her
friendship highly, as you can understand, but I want her body more.”Sylvia smiled,
gracious. “Do you want her to thrill you
like I did this evening?”“That thought
takes my breath away. I’ve had enough
lapses already.”“Lucky you.” She stretched out on her back and pulled me
close to her with her arm across my shoulders.
“Fondle those two breasts you admire so much. I want to watch your pretty fingers explore.”“Oh, OK,” I
answered and began caressing her body. Then the next thought hit me. I looked at her quickly. “You’re on the drape, aren’t you?”She laughed with
a self-conscious chuckle. It was not her
style, not the marvelous and confident woman who had seduced me. “Yes, if you must know. You surpassed my best expectations. Move your hand lower.”This time my mind
reeled at the thought of what I was being asked to do. ‘Am I ready for this?’ I asked my secret
listening ear. ‘Do I owe her?’ The jungle of pubic hair parted when my
fingers pressed and prodded. Her vagina
was wet with desire. ‘So, a taste of her
body is the next scenario. Should I back
out?’ I gathered some energy laced with
teen-courage.“Do you want me
to go down on you?”She wriggled her
body into the mattress like relishing some erotic delight, lost in the
thought. “Is it too much to ask?” she
finally whispered.I shook my head
‘no’ and moved to straddle her body. She
parted her legs so I could move my knee between. I let my thigh rest on her sexual center and
pressed.“If you want,” I
began very slowly, measuring my words.
“I’ll do it to you. I’m afraid I
will not do well but I want to try.”She moved both
her hands onto my buttocks and guided me.
As I slid lower, her hands on my back urged me. When she put both hands on my shoulders and
pressured me, I went down. After that,
it was as if I was born to perform cunnilingus.The pretty lady
erupted and promptly fell asleep.I watched her for
a long moment while I gathered my own thoughts.
The conclusion, after such a sexual awakening, was that I was ready to
move on. In addition, thinking over how
my mom had designed this weekend, I realized she really did love me enough to
take such a risk. She didn’t want me to
make the same mistake she did. She couldn’t be honest with herself on the issue
without being certain my nature was similar to hers. What better person to bring me out than the
beautiful Sylvia.I had to agree
that I needed to run my own life instead of being patterned to do what someone
else thinks I should. There might well
be a rocky road ahead but I won’t go to sleep feeling guilty for betraying
myself.I fell asleep
with a fantasy. I was moving my head
between Ashlyn’s legs.The End
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