Arizona Heat
Part 3a: Kate's Story
By K. Finnegan
Feedback most welcome - kfinnegan64@hotmail.com
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It was Friday, June 27, and Mark and I were out on our weekly "date night." We had completely spaced the opening night of the Blues Brothers movie last week having instead fixed a nice pasta dinner and stayed in drinking wine, watching TV and making out on the sofa. Everyone was raving about the new movie so we went to see it a week after it opened, at the Christown Mall Cinema, and we were not disappointed. It was a great, fun movie with awesome music and wonderful cameos. Had we been in aisle seats, we would have been dancing. We had originally planned on Chinese food, but after watching Aretha Franklin belt out Franklin and White's "THINK," it had to be soul food or nothing. After the movie we rode the escalator down into the mall, found a pay phone with a Yellow Pages and located a soul food restaurant just up the road on Thomas where we feasted on a delicious meal of barbecued chicken, corn bread, candied yams and potato salad.
Cheerful and stated, we drove back to Mark's house. Happily Shane and Jeff were both out, so we went onto the back porch, undressed each other and went for a romantic late night skinny dip in the pool. An erotic shower, a bottle of wine and some energetic lovemaking rounded out a perfect evening. It was almost midnight and I had no intention of going back to my house tonight, but to spare myself a lecture I played one of my oldest phone tricks on my parents. I slipped on one of Mark's T-shirts and padded out to the kitchen phone. I dialed my home number then waited for my dad to pick up the bedside phone.
"I've got it dad! It's for me! I've got it!" I said impatiently, when he picked up.
"Kate, how many times have I told you," my dad grumbled sleepily, "to tell your friends not to call so late!"
The line went dead and I hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk on my face, as I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I pulled a plastic cup from the cupboard I heard keys scraping in the lock of the front door and a familiar voice. It was Jeff, and a new girl I didn't recognize. We met in the hallway as they were headed for the den.
Jeff was an imposing figure, standing at 6'5" with broad shoulders, short spiky dark hair and tattoos on his arms. He was dressed in his usual attire, black leather vest, concert T-shirt, torn jeans and black biker boots. The "bad boy" of the band, he played rhythm guitar, rode a motorcycle and had deplorable taste in women. He was also a real sweetheart once you got to know him.
His date tonight was a tall busty blonde with thin hips and long legs. She was dressed in a black Led Zeppelin T-shirt, a short, tight denim shorts and black boots. Her straight blonde hair was parted down the middle and hung down to her shoulders, and her rather long nose and full lips made me think of Janice, lead guitarist of the Electric Mayhem band on the Muppet show.
"Oh, hey Red!" Jeff said, "This is Claire. Claire, this is Kate, our bass player I was telling you about."
"Oh wow, awesome!" Claire said with the groggy enthusiasm of someone well and truly stoned. "Jeff was playing me some tapes... of your band! Yeah! You guys are really good!" She said, swaying slightly.
"Thanks!" I said. "Nice to have met you, but I was just heading to bed."
"Wait!" Claire said, grabbing my arm. "Stay up and party with us! It'll be fun!"
"Thanks, but I'm all partied out tonight." I said as I gently disentangled my arm from her. "But you two have fun. Mark and I went skinny dipping earlier, and its perfect weather for it now."
"Skinny-dipping? Really?" Claire said, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Oh yeah." I said to her. "The water feels so good against your naked skin this time of night. The pool's just out back through those sliding glass doors." I said pointing to the other end of the Den.
"Skinny dipping!" Claire squealed to Jeff, as if she had just discovered the greatest plan in the history of plans. "That sounds so awesome! Let's go!" She giggled, as she ran to the pool, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in her wake.
Jeff stood and watched Claire run off across the patio then turned to face me, a huge grin on his face as he raised his right hand and cocked it back.
"How about that Jeff?" I said grinning smugly "I just got your date's cloths off in under a minute, using only my tongue!"
I held up my right hand to collect the high-five I so richly deserved as Jeff slapped down at my palm.
"You rock, Red!" Jeff laughed, as he blushed.
Getting Jeff, the tattooed "bad boy" of the band to blush was quite an accomplishment, and I was extremely pleased with myself as I turned to the hall and headed to Mark's room.
"Oh yeah, I just remembered something." Jeff said, as he stripped off his shirt. "Your mom called earlier and said some lady called Jenny... Swanson? Swenson? Whatever -she called about a babysitting job or something. I wrote her number on the pad by the Yellow Pages."
"Oh thanks." I said, trying to hide my excitement.
Jeff slipped through and closed the sliding glass doors as he went out to join his date in the pool.
I glanced at the notepad. It was Jenny's number all right. My heart beat a little faster as I walked back to Mark's room. He was already asleep and I crawled into bed after I placed the glass of water on the bedside table. As I lay there, tired yet unable to find sleep, I played through the events of last weekend in my head yet again.
It had been a wild emotional ride, but I was very pleased with the way things were working out. Mark, true to his word, offered no objection to me seeing Jenny, but cautioned me to be careful lest her husband discover our secret. Mark's honesty and his trust in me warmed my heart. Jenny's acceptance of her feelings for me also involved a huge investment of trust on her part. I felt incredibly special and lucky; I really did seem to have the best of both worlds.
Which was not to say that I wasn't terribly nervous. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever consider the possibility of having an affair with an older, married woman, and I really had no idea what to expect from our little fling. All of my previous lesbian relationships had been with girls my own age, and all strictly monogamous although very different in nature. My affair with Allison was the result of young love, with Yolanda it was rebound, and with Betty it was a combination of things; loneliness, flattery at her dogged attention, and a curiosity about the lesbian lifestyle. Betty, a softball player I met in the 8th grade, was the closest thing to an out and out lesbian as I had ever seen. Lean, athletic and with short dark hair, she seduced me with her boyish charms, persistent advances and her precocious sexual skills.
Betty had lived with her divorced mother in a trailer park on the proverbial "wrong side of the tracks" ever since her father, a semi-professional baseball player, had abandoned them 2 years earlier. It was a scruffy, run down place and I can still remember my shock when she first took me there after school. Her mother was an exotic dancer at a "gentleman's club" over by Grand Avenue, and she was quite open about her lesbian lifestyle at home. She often had half naked, tattooed girlfriends lounging about in the living room, smoking and drinking at all hours. Betty's relationship with her mother was strained, to say the least, and I always felt uncomfortable in their home, never knowing when a profanity laden screaming match was about to break out between them. Their house was always filthy and dark, and I remember it smelling of stale cigarettes and cheap booze. It was about as different from my own white bread, suburban, middle-class home life as I could possibly imagine, but it was the only place where Betty and I could be alone together. It wasn't so bad at night when her mother was working, and we had many fun and memorable evenings there together in her room.
Betty and I had a short and stormy relationship, lasting only about three months. Looking back, I suppose trouble was inevitable in an affair involving a domineering, budding bull-dyke and a stubborn, fiery tempered redhead. I learned a lot about lesbian sex during those months, but eventually the drama drove me away. Betty became possessive, jealous, and abusive. If she even heard a rumor of me talking to a boy at school she would subject me to an angry interrogation followed by a torrent of verbal abuse, calling me horrible names until I cried. The first time she hit me was when I refused her surprise "gift" of an ultra-short hairstyling at a salon where one of her mother's girlfriends worked. She grew enraged when I balked at having my long hair cut off, accusing me of wanting my hair long because boys liked it. She bloodied my lip when I tried to leave, and caused a huge scene in the salon. She was kicked out, while her mother's girlfriend kindly called me a cab to take me home.
After a week of her constant pleading, I finally decided to give Betty one more chance. It was a bad decision, but at the time I was lonely, insecure and addicted to the sex. All was well for about two weeks, and we had some good times together. The last straw came when I refuse to let her pop my cherry in her bedroom with a strap on dildo she had stolen from her mother's room. Another huge fight ensued as she accused me of "saving myself for a boy." Eventually she grew violent, beating me and trying to force herself on me. After a desperate struggle I got my hands on one of her softball bats and nearly killed her with a blow to the head, which knocked her unconscious. I threw on my cloths, ran all the way home and hid under my bed, crying myself to sleep. I never spoke to her again. Her paranoia about me secretly wanting to be with boys became a self-fulfilling prophecy when I started high school, and I vowed never to get involved in a relationship with a butch lesbian again.
Awakening Jenny's bisexual side created what seemed like the perfect outlet for my sapphic proclivities. She didn't seem to have any desire to change me, instead accepting me for who I was. Nor did it seem she wanted to possess me. She had made it clear that she was devoted to her marriage, and especially to her baby, Max. I had no idea how long our little affair would last, but Jenny seemed to have a very deep reservoir of libidinal energy, curiosity and willingness to experiment. Even if her feelings for me were simply the result of bi-sexual curiosity, I could see this affair stretching on for at least a couple months before she was sated. And if she does develop real and lasting bisexual tendencies - who knows?
I really liked her as a person, and was completely in lust with her gorgeous body. All of my previous experiences had been with girls my own age, and less sexually developed than myself. Being with an older woman whose body was in the full flower of womanhood was an amazing turn on. I liked the way she made me feel, and I like the way I seem to make her feel. I thought that I was being a careful and sensitive guide on a confusing and emotionally fraught journey to parts of Jenny's sexuality that she wasn't previously aware of. If I could just play it cool and avoid "thinking with my hair" (or "having a Red moment" as Mark often put it.), Jenny and I could both enjoy a wonderful, safe and discreet relationship that could fulfill both of our needs.
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Saturday was game day for the boys, so after Mark and I showered and had breakfast I talked him into loaning me the van for the day. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do today, but I thought I should check in with the parents soon. They would be suspicious if I showed up in the morning wearing my date cloths, so I changed into some jeans, an old T-shirt and sneakers that I kept in Mark's room for such occasions.
I arrived at my parent's house just after 11:00 and went in carrying my date cloths and shoes. Mom was in the kitchen fixing lunch, while dad and Erin were in the TV room watching sports.
"You were up early this morning." My dad commented.
"The early bird gets the worms." I said, flaunting the clothes and shoes.
"Our Kate is a dedicated bargain hunter." My mom said proudly. "How you managed to get up so early to hunt for garage sales after being out all night never ceases to amaze me."
"I'd happily sleep in and shop later if it wasn't 110ø by noon." I said as I headed for my room.
"Oh Kate, you had a phone call from a Jenny Swenson yesterday. I left a message at Mark's house, did you get it?" My mother asked. "Something about a babysitting job. I took her number down, it's over by the phone."
"Yeah I got the message, thanks!" I said as I headed for my room to drop off my clothes.
I came back into the kitchen, reached for the phone and dialed Jenny's number. The phone rang twice and I panicked momentarily when a man's voice answered.
"Swenson residence, can I help you?" The voice said.
"I...hello...is Jenny there?" I stuttered nervously.
"May I ask who is calling?" The voice asked.
"This is Kate...uhh... the babysitter." I said clumsily, thankful that he could not see me blushing.
"Oh, Kate! Jenny's told me all about you. I'm Tom, Jenny's husband. Hey, thanks so much for helping her out last week, I really appreciate it." Tom said.
"Oh, it was my pleasure - really!" I replied, suppressing a giggle.
I heard Jenny's voice in the background, although I couldn't make out her words.
"Well, here she is." Tom said. "I look forward to meeting you Kate."
"Kate! Hi, thanks for getting back to me so quickly." Jenny said. "Tom and I have been invited out to dinner and drinks this coming Thursday night, the night before Independence day, by a couple he knows from work. Can you look after Max from about 6 to 10:30?"
"Sure," I replied, "I can do that. Shall I come over about 5:30?"
"Hang on a sec," Jenny said, muffling the phone with her hand. "Honey, could you check on Max, I thought I heard something fall in the nursery." She said, addressing Tom.
"Kate?" She asked.
"I'm here." I said.
"I'm not working on Thursday, so why don't you come over about noon." She said softly. "If not sooner."
"Could you come pick me up?" I asked. "Now that you mention it, I think Jeff is using the van next weekend to help a friend move."
"Sure," Jenny said. "I'll drive you home too."
I gave Jenny directions to a nearby 7-11 as I grinned thinking of how we would fill the hours before I was needed as a babysitter.
"Sounds good," I said, softly. "Let's make it 10:00."
"Great!" Jenny said. "I can't wait to see you again! Oh, and bring a swimsuit."
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The long summer days seemed to drag by, but Thursday finally came around, and I prepared myself for my rendezvous with Jenny and my babysitting night. My vanity got the better of me and I primped in front of the mirror like I was getting ready to go on a date. I wore a nice short-sleeved white cotton blouse that accentuated my cleavage, a knee-length matching skirt with white three-inch cork sandals. In a bag with my swimwear I packed a pair of jeans, a pink T-shirt and a pair of sneakers. I told my mom that I was going to swim at a friends house before going to baby-sit, and left the house a few minutes before 10:00, heading to the 7-11.
Jenny was early, her Chevy Nova parked by the road in front of the convenience store when I arrived. I smiled. The clandestine nature of this meeting gave me a thrill, made all the spicier by the sleazy location, and the fact that I was soon going to get paid by the hour like a prostitute. I sashayed up to the passenger side door, leaned into the open window displaying my cleavage and pulled my sunglasses down to the tip of my nose.
"Hey honey, you looking for a date?" I said in a nasally New York accent.
Jenny covered her face as she blushed and burst out laughing.
"Kate! You are bad, so bad!" She laughed.
I grinned as I opened the door, placed my bag in the back seat and sat down beside her. I closed the door and turned to look at her, and was gratified to see that I wasn't the only one who had spent a little too much time in front of the mirror this morning. Jenny looked great. Her long strawberry blond hair looked freshly brushed and fell loose about her shoulders. Her hazel eyes looked beautiful and were brought out by sparing use of mascara, eyeliner and a bit of eye shadow, and her lips were a playful shade of red. She was wearing a loose fitting floral blouse, unbuttoned far enough down to reveal her ample cleavage, a short white skirt and white sandals.
We sat there gazing at each other in silence while the sexual tension rose between us. We both wanted to fall into each other's arms and kiss, but we were out in public. I slowly brought my left index finger to my lips and sensuously kissed it. Keeping my eyes locked on hers I reached my extended finger down into her lap, and pressed it against her pussy, causing her to gasp slightly. I then slowly returned the finger to my lips and sucked it erotically, never breaking eye contact. Jenny closed her eyes and sank back into the seat as her bosom heaved and a shuddering sigh escaped her lips.
"Missed me?" I whispered.
"Oh Kate, you have no idea." She said, eyeing me hungrily. "Two weeks is too long."
Jenny fumbled for the keys and started the engine. I smiled as I fastened my seat belt. It was such a turn on making her flustered like that. I could feel a familiar tingle spreading in my pussy as my libido awoke.
"You look good enough to eat, Jenny." I said, as I caressed her with my eyes.
"So do you Kate." Jenny said, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed west.
As soon as we were straightened out on the open road, we looked at each other and smiled. As Jenny returned her eyes to the road, she reached over and took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. We drove the fifteen minutes to her house chatting about this and that, holding hands and smiling.
Jenny pulled into the carport, set the break and turned off the ignition. She smiled at me affectionately, kissed her right index finger and placed it on my skirt over my pussy. She smiled as she withdrew her finger, put it in her mouth and sucked it. I sighed and blew her a kiss, grabbed my bag from the back seat and stepped out of the car, closing the door.
"Behave yourself when we go inside." Jenny said. "My neighbor is watching Max."
"Thanks for the warning." I said with a grin, as I walked over to the carport door and stood beside her. "I was planning on... not behaving myself."
"Seriously, Kate." Jenny said as she placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "You are an innocent teenage babysitter. Just try to... stay in character until I tell you otherwise."
"Yes Mrs. Swenson." I answered brightly.
"Perfect!" Jenny said, suppressing a giggle as she opened the carport door.
I followed Jenny through the carport door and the laundry room to the den, trying with moderate success to think innocent thoughts. Sitting on the sofa in the den was a plump brunette wearing a grey ASU T-shirt and sweatpants with a young girl of about ten sitting beside her with a bored expression on her face. The brunette looked up from her game show and smiled at Jenny.
"That was quick!" She said. "Oh, you must be the new babysitter." She said, addressing me.
"Marge, this is Katie. Katie this is Marge Simmons and her daughter Anne, my neighbors." Jenny said.
"Katie?" I thought to myself.
I wasn't particularly fond of that name, having outgrown it many years ago, but I guess this was now the name of my new "innocent" persona.
"Hello Mrs. Simmons, nice to meet you." I said, as I shook her hand.
"Thanks again for keeping an eye on Max." Jenny said. "I hope he wasn't any trouble."
"Oh, no trouble at all. He didn't even wake up." Marge said, as she stood up and took Anne by the hand.
Jenny saw Marge to the front door and thanked her again for watching Max. She closed the door and turned to me with a smile.
"You were very good, Kate." She said smiling.
"Why thank you, Mrs. Swenson." I said, giving her my most mischievous smile. "Before you show me around the house, could I use the restroom please?"
Jenny looked perplexed for a moment, then smiled.
"Oh, I get it smarty-pants." Jenny said, laughing. "You can come out of charac..."
She stopped speaking mid-sentence, and I could tell by the sudden gleam in her eye that she and I were on the same page. Jenny suppressed a smile then took a moment to compose herself and get back into character as the prim housewife.
"Why certainly Katie, right this way." She said as she led me down the corridor and opened the guest bathroom door.
I thanked her as she held open the door for me and told her that I would be a few minutes. I wanted to give us both some time to come up with ideas and get deeper into character. I decided I was overdressed in my white blouse and skirt, and changed into the T-shirt, jeans and sneakers I brought. I decided to go without the bra, as my firm 34 C's looked great in a tight T-shirt.
So I was supposed to be the innocent teenage babysitter. That will require all my acting talents, I thought to myself. I grinned as I realized that if I was the innocent one, Jenny had to play the role of the seductress. This should be interesting - talk about playing against type.
As I changed I tried to imagine myself how I was a month ago, before my sapphic yearnings had been awakened from their slumber, before I met Jenny. I tried to imagine myself as an innocent, na‹ve young teenager just out on a regular babysitting job. I took a deep breath to center myself, then Katie stepped through the door and headed to the den where Mrs. Swenson was waiting.
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"Ah, There you are Katie." Mrs. Swenson said with a smile. "And don't you look pretty in that pink top."
"Thank you." I replied with a shy shrug. "You look very nice too. I like that blouse, it looks very good on you."
"Why thank you Katie, you're very sweet." She said, as she filled two glasses with white wine at the bar.
I smiled as I looked around the den. It looks like a cozy place to spend the evening babysitting while Mrs. Swenson and her husband had a night out.
"Here Katie." She said as she handed me a glass. "I know you're too young, but what happens in this house stays in this house, if you know what I mean." She said with a wink.
"Wine!" I thought to myself, as I took a deep sip. "Mrs. Swenson is cool!" I had a feeling I was really going to enjoy babysitting for her.
"Well let's get started on the tour, shall we?" Mrs. Swenson said as she took my free hand and led me through the house showing me where everything was that I might need during the evening. When we got to the nursery she motioned for me to be quiet and we slipped in to find the baby sleeping peacefully. She quietly pointed out all the baby supplies in the closet, then put her hand on my back and ushered me out the door, slipping me a subtle caress on the small of my back that sent tingles up my spine. I thought it was a rather strangely affectionate gesture considering we had only just met, but I put it down as just a quirk of her personality. She was just one of those touchy-feely types. She led me into the kitchen and showed me a list of emergency numbers by the phone, and she showed me where the bottles of breast milk were stored in the refrigerator.
"You mean that's all... from you?" I said, eyes wide as I looked at the stack of bottles.
"Yes, that's all fresh and home made." She smiled. "My boobs aren't usually this big." She said as she cupped them, as if weighing them with her hands. "But they're all full of milk, so I've gone up two cup sizes." She said with a sly smile as she jiggled them.
My eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of my head when she did that, and I could feel my pulse race and my breath catch. Part of me was very uncomfortable and wanted to change the subject quickly, but another part of me was fascinated and wanted to know more. The latter part won out, as my curiosity got the better of me.
"How do you get it... out?" I asked, perplexed.
Mrs. Swenson smiled as she stepped closer to me.
"Well, I have a machine called a breast pump." She said, as she reached into the dishwasher and pulled out a clear plastic disc with a nipple attachment. "This is a part of it." She said softly, as she casually pulled the left side of her blouse down exposing a stiff pink nipple the size of the end of my thumb, set in a huge areola as big as the palm of my hand.
I stared, fascinated - I had never seen a woman's nipple this close before.
"It is a sort of suction cup that fits like this." Mrs. Swenson explained, as she placed the plastic disc over her nipple. " I attach it to an electric pump with some tubing, and then it sucks the milk out of my boob and puts it in a bottle so I don't always have to breast-feed Max."
She looked into my wide eyes and smiled as she tucked her nipple back into her blouse.
"How about more wine?" She said, as she led me by the arm around to the bar.
She refilled our glasses and smiled, her hazel eyes lingering on my chest for just a moment more than I thought proper. I could hardly complain as I was having trouble tearing my own eyes away from her very ample cleavage. Mrs. Swenson certainly had an amazing figure, and I couldn't get the image of her erect nipple out of my mind.
Mrs. Swenson suddenly excused herself, saying she would be right back as she left the den and headed back into the bedroom. As she slipped by me her breasts touched my arm just above the elbow ever so slightly, sending another rush of excitement through my body. After she left I took a deep breath, feeling a tingling in my crotch and my breasts. As I looked down at myself I realized with embarrassment that my nipples were very much erect, poking at the fabric of my pink T-shirt. I took another drink of wine and try to calm myself. I had never felt this way around a woman before, and I was very confused. But there was something about Mrs. Swenson that just... fascinated me. Part of me was glad that I wouldn't be spending too much time with her and these strange feelings she elicited from me, while another part of me wished she wouldn't leave.
Before long Mrs. Swenson came back down the hall.
"I just called Tom and unfortunately he's going to be about an hour and a half late." She said. "I'm going to have a bath and change into something more comfortable."
"Why don't you have a seat." She said, as she placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me to the couch. "Relax, and watch a video for a while. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Just watch a video, and help yourself to the wine." She said, as she twirled a lock of her blonde hair with a finger and smiled.
"Uhh, okay." I said uncertainly, as she headed back to the bedroom.
I sat there uneasily for a minute, sipping my wine and wondering what was going on. Mrs. Swenson was acting strange, and I had the nagging feeling she was up to something. I got up and padded quietly down to the hall, listening at her bedroom door. I thought I heard the bath running, so I shrugged and headed back to the den. After having another sip of wine I decided to turn on the VHS player and watch a video as she had suggested. I glanced through the stack of cassettes on the shelf, but nothing really caught my eye. When the machine warmed up, the light indicated that there was already a cassette inside, so I hit play out of curiosity and sat back on the couch.
After a few seconds of static, the title came up reading "Beaver-ly Hills Housewives," which sounded to me like some kind of spoof or comedy, so I settled back into the couch and made myself comfortable. As a twangy bass guitar riff played, the camera followed a sports car driving through upscale neighborhoods as the credits rolled. Two attractive women with long legs and huge breasts, dressed in fine clothes and wearing lots of makeup got out of the car and went into an expensive looking house as the credits ended. There was some dialogue, but it was hard to make out as the production quality left something to be desired.
Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, the two women began to passionately kiss each other as they sat on a couch. I stared, mouth gaping, as the two women began undressing each other and started kissing each other's breasts. This soundtrack at this point was all moans and grunts, so I quickly got up and turn the volume down. Part of me wanted to just turn it off since I didn't think that I was supposed to be watching it, but I figured I had a least 10 minutes before Mrs. Swenson came back from her bath, and I was burning with curiosity. I had never seen anything like this before. On the screen they were now licking and sucking each other's breasts as they moaned with delight and squirmed on the couch. I hated to admit it to myself, but I was fascinated and fast becoming aroused.
I slowly sat back on the couch, mesmerized by what was happening on the screen. The women were now completely naked, and one of them sat with her legs spread while the other put her face right on her pussy. The camera angle changed and I gasped as it showed in great detail the woman's tongue licking back and forth over the other woman's slit. My heart was pounding and my breath was coming in quiet gasps as I watched the woman change positions so that they both could suck on each other. The tingle in my groin had grown to a ticklish ache, and as if hypnotized I began to unbutton my jeans. I then slid my hand down into my panties and touched myself. I was incredibly hot and wet, and it felt so good when I rubbed my fingers up and down my moist lips. It was just like what I did at night in my bed sometimes, only the movie was pulling me in and making me incredibly horny.
On the screen a third woman had joined the first two, and they soon were licking, kissing and sucking each other in every imaginable way. My eyes were wide and I was transfixed by what I was watching. I began thrusting my left hand up and down on my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The lustful pants and moans of the women could be heard loudly, and I thought about getting up and turning the sound down again until I realized that I was the one making the noise as I fingered myself towards a shuddering climax. I fell back into the couch cushions, gasping, as I was about to come hard, when suddenly I felt warm hands on my shoulders. I froze, held my breath and I'm sure my heart stopped beating for a moment.
"Oh Katie. I see you found my special video. I was wondering where I put that." Mrs. Swenson said, as her hands massaged my shoulders. "It's one of my favorites, great for releasing... tension, don't you think?"
"I - I didn't go through your stuff!" I stammered, as I grabbed a pillow and hugged it over my lap. "It was already in the machine, honest!"
My face was burning with embarrassment, and my pussy was inflamed by an orgasm that was begging for release. I felt like I was going to explode.
"M-Maybe I should just go." I said, my voice laden with shame.
"Shhh, it's okay Katie." Mrs. Swenson said soothingly, as she sat down on the couch close beside me and put a comforting arm around my shoulder.
She was wearing a soft blue bathrobe, tied at the waist. As she sat down I saw out of the corner of my eye that she was naked beneath it, which made my heart pound even harder.
"I'm not mad at you." She said softly. "In fact, I think it's quite sweet that we have something in common."
"What do you mean?" I said nervously. "What do we have in common?"
"Well, we both like to look at girls." Mrs. Swenson said, as she brushed a strand of my red hair from my face. "It makes you hot to see women naked, isn't that right? To see their supple breasts, their smooth skin, their soft lips. It turns you on, doesn't it? I know it does me!"
"No, I'm not... I was just... I've just never seen anything like that before!" I protested weakly, as I looked at the orgy unfolding on the television. "I'm not like that. I love my boyfriend."
"And I love my husband, sweetie." She said as she gently slid towards me.
Her face was now inches from my own. She was beautiful, soft and smelled of Jasmine. I was paralyzed by conflicting desires, and as her red lips drew ever closer to my own I felt my mouth open and my lips part.
"But we both know..." She said softly, as her lips brushed mine.
"That we have some needs that men just can't fill..." She whispered, as she traced the outline of my lower lip with the tip of her hot tongue, and her left hand tenderly cupped my right breast.
"However much we love them." She breathed hotly, as she gently kissed and nibbled my lower lip.
My heart was pounding furiously, I felt dizzy, and I was filled with erotic desire like I had never known before. I felt like I was watching my own seduction from the ceiling, looking down on myself as Mrs. Swenson gently laid me back on the couch. This wasn't right! It wasn't natural! Girls don't kiss girls - these and a hundred other objections were snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane as her lips settled over mine and I experienced the softest, most erotic kiss I had ever known. Before I knew what was happening, I was kissing her back passionately and my hands were wandering through her hair and over her back. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and gently rolled it around my own. We teased and danced with our tongues as our soft lips caressed each other. I was floating in an ocean of bliss, aware of nothing but her touch, her smell and her taste.
After what seemed like a sweet eternity, Mrs. Swenson broke the kiss and sat up, gazing into my eyes with lust. She straddled my thighs, sat back and slowly began to untie the belt of her robe, watching my face intently.
"Mrs. Swenson, what are you doing?" I gasped. "No, I can't... We shouldn't..."
My protests died in my mouth and my breathing became ragged as she slowly and sensuously parted the robe, revealing her stunning body. Her large shapely breasts swayed gently as she shrugged off her robe, her nipples erect and beckoning. My eyes were drawn down, past her narrow waist, her soft tummy and her full womanly hips, down to the soft triangle blonde hair and the warm mystery beneath it. Her pussy was dark red and swollen, and glistened with moisture. Mrs. Swenson smiled, parting her lips and running her tongue across her teeth as she held my gaze. She drew her hands sensuously over her beautiful breasts before leaning forward and offering them to me.
"Touch them, Katie. Squeeze them. I know you want to." She said softly, in a husky voice. "I can see it in your eyes."
My hands seemed to move of their own volition, grasping, caressing and fondling her beautiful, soft breasts. It was an incredible sensation, and it filled my heart with desire once again. I desperately needed release, and I instinctively started to gyrate my hips up against her. She answered by rocking herself back and forth over my groin, stoking the fire that was smoldering within me. After several minutes of this erotic fondling and grinding, she leaned forward even further and with her hand guided her right nipple to my face.
"Suck my tits, Katie." She whispered. "Suck them like a good girl. You know you want to."
I was completely under the older woman's spell. As she softly traced the outline of my mouth with the tip of her nipple, my lips parted as I took the stiff nub into my mouth, sucking it gently and tasting it with my tongue. Suddenly overcome with desire, I sucked, licked, nibbled and nuzzled her breasts as if my life depended on it, moving from one to the other. I hungrily kissed and sucked her tits until her entire chest was slick from my tongue's ministrations. All the while Mrs. Swenson was whispering words of encouragement, in between moans and whimpers of delight.
"Oh yes, Katie! Mmmm, that's it baby." She sighed, as she leaned over me. "You like tits, don't you baby? Oh yeah, right there."
I shuddered as I felt Mrs. Swenson's hand reached down into my panties and began to stroke my hot, soaking pussy. I almost came the moment her finger slid into my wetness, causing me to whimper with desire and thrust my hips.
"Oh Katie, you are so wet and ready." Mrs. Swenson sighed. "You want me to eat your pussy girl, don't you? You want me to suck that young, sweet pussy."
"Yes! Yes please!" I whimpered, my senses aflame with desire.
"Yes what, young lady?" She teased, as she sat up and drew her breasts away from my face. "Let me hear you say it."
"Please suck my pussy Mrs. Swenson!" I whimpered, begging for release. "Suck my pussy till I come!"
Satisfied, she stood up and quickly tugged my jeans and my panties off, throwing them to the floor as she knelt by the side of the couch and turned me slightly to face her. She then spread my legs and began to kiss and nibble the soft pale flesh of my inner thighs. I lay back into the cushions panting with desire as her lips kissed their way to my engorged pussy. I felt her hot breath on my nether lips and whimpered softly in anticipation.
"Please suck my pussy Mrs. Swenson!" I begged, as part of my mind wondered how in the world I had come to this.
An hour ago I was a sweet, innocent teenage girl with a boyfriend looking to earn a little pocket money, and now here I was a half naked lesbian plaything, begging an older woman to perform oral sex on me. I couldn't understand, I couldn't focus because all I wanted in the world right now was her lips on my pussy and her tongue buried deep inside me. Mrs. Swenson had an unnatural hold on me, one that I was powerless to resist. I was her plaything, and right now that's all I wanted to be.
At last, Mrs. Swenson stopped her teasing and began licking my swollen labia with soft rhythmic strokes. My hands clutched at my hair, as if I were going mad from pleasure. I moaned and whimpered breathless words of encouragement as my body shook and bucked with the waves of ecstasy that were emanating from Mrs. Swenson's skilled tongue. I watched, mesmerized, as her tongue explored and teased the pink folds of my pussy. She lapped hungrily at the entrance to my vagina, moaning in pleasure as she drank my juices. She licked and teased with delicate strokes my throbbing clit and she explored my vagina with a finger. My breathing came in ragged gasps as she stabbed her tongue deep inside me, curling it up to reach that special spot that sent my senses ablaze. I fondled my breasts and pulled my nipples as the first wave of a prolonged orgasm hit me.
"Oh God! Oh God...Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" I cried as the first peak wracked my body and white stars danced before my eyes.
Mrs. Swenson quickly shifted her attention to my throbbing clit as she pushed a finger deep into my cunt again and again. Her lips seized my engorged nub while her hot tongue swirled and flicked it until I was gasping so hard I feared I would faint. The orgasmic plateau ended with one final peak, which launched me to the stars before I came floating down back to the cushions on the couch where I lay trembling and breathless. She slowed the tempo of her tongue's caresses, now gently licking with long slow strokes up and down my slit, sucking my juices and keeping the embers of my passion hot.
"Oh Mrs. Swenson!" I panted, as tears of joy slid from my eyes. "I've never felt... anything like that before... that was so good, so good!"
"Oh baby, we're just getting started." She said, looking up and smiling at me from between my thighs, her face and chin glistening.
After my breathing had become more regular she kissed her way up to my tummy, lifting my T-shirt with her hands. I could no more resist her than I could resist the pull of gravity, and I obediently raised my arms as she slipped the T-shirt off, leaving me naked beneath her.
"Oh my, don't you just have the most adorable tits, Katie!" Mrs. Swenson said softly, as she fondled my pale, firm breasts. "I'll bet you want me to suck on them, don't you Katie? Would you like that baby?" She whispered.
"Oh yes Mrs. Swenson, please suck on my tits!" I whimpered softly, knowing that every time she made me beg I fell deeper under her spell.
"On one condition." She said with a confident smirk, knowing full well I could refuse her nothing.
"Anything!" I said, as I caressed her shoulders.
"I think it's time you tasted your first pussy, young lady." She said with a hungry smile.
My mind reeled at the thought of licking her... there. Part of me was horrified by the very idea, but I was no longer myself. Hypnotized by the pleasure the older woman had given me, I found myself nodding.
"Yes, I want to taste your pussy Mrs. Swenson." I whispered. "I want to make you come the way I did."
Mrs. Swenson smiled as she climbed back on the couch and straddled my thighs once more. I could clearly see the moisture that glistened from the lips of her pussy, and I longed to taste it. As if reading my thoughts she took my right hand and guided it to her crotch, cupping it to her pussy as she sighed with delight and closed her eyes.
"Feel what you've done to me, Katie." She sighed, as she forced my fingers into her dripping folds. "Feel hot you've made me baby!"
I was shocked by the wetness, the slipperiness and the heat of her pussy and my own started to tingle once again. Mrs. Swenson suddenly pulled my hand out from under her and brought it to her face where she caressed my fingers with her tongue and lips. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I almost came on the spot just from witnessing it.
"Mmmm, you are in for a treat if I do say so myself." She said softly, as she gave my hand one final lick before releasing it. "See for yourself, baby."
With that she pulled me down toward the middle of the couch, crawled up over me and gripped the armrest. She placed her knees on either side of my head and slowly began to lower herself down. Looking up I could just make out her slit, her nether lips puffy, dark and glistening. Tiny beads of moisture clung like drops of dew on her folded flesh.
"Suck me Katie." Mrs. Swenson said, in a husky voice. "Suck me and make me come. Make me come all over your pretty face baby!" She sighed, as she rocked her hips and lowered herself yet closer to my face.
An hour ago I would've been horrified at the very suggestion, but the last few minutes had transformed me and now I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in Mrs. Swenson's hot pussy. In a final act of surrender my close my eyes, stuck out my tongue and raised my face to meet her. Her aroma and taste were exquisite and hard to define - musky, but sweet and tangy as well. My lips parted as I began to lick and suck her essence by the mouthful as my tongue parted her folds and licked deep inside her as she quivered and moaned with delight.
Mrs. Swenson was very much in control, and I had to fight for breath as she pressed her hips down on my face and rocked them back and forth, sliding her pussy up and down on my upturned face. I tried to lick and suck where she told me to, but it was difficult to hear with her thighs pressed up against my ears. She rocked her hips back and my lips found her engorged clit, which I serviced hungrily as she pushed it down into my mouth. I flicked it as quickly as I could with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth with my lips rhythmically. She began chanting "yes" over and over again, like a mantra, as an earthshaking orgasm overwhelmed her.
"Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhh!" Mrs. Swenson whimpered loudly. "Don't stop Kate! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!" She gasped as her body went rigid and a flood of sweet, slippery juices shot out from her cunt, splashing over my chin and neck.
Mrs. Swenson clung to the armrest, panting and shaking as the aftershocks of her climax worked their way through her. Looking up I could just see her face, flushed and disheveled with a thin strand of drool falling from her lower lip. She fell off of me into the seat back and gathered me clumsily into her arms.
"Did I do it right, Mrs. Swenson?" I asked quietly. "Did I suck your pussy good?"
"That was... very, very good Katie." She said, with a dazed look on her face. "Yeah... very good. Fuck..."
I beamed at her, happy that I had pleased her. I leaned forward and kissed her, letting her taste herself in my mouth. She kissed back hungrily, and seemed to come out of her post-coital daze as she climbed back on top of me, taking charge of our encounter once more.
Mrs. Swenson leaned forward and began making love to my breasts. My tits have always been very sensitive, and she rapidly drove me to the edge of orgasm by her ministrations upon them. As I moaned and squirmed on the brink of a powerful climax, she repositioned me so that her knees were under my lower back, my knees were over her shoulders and my body was tilted back so that only my head and shoulders were on the couch. I crossed my legs behind her neck as she once again sucked on my pussy while her hands continued to fondle my breasts as her fingers pulled and pinched my nipples. She brought me to an incredible climax in this position, but as she moves to reposition us, her knee slipped off of the sweat soaked leather cushions and we tumbled off the couch with a shriek, landing on the floor by the coffee table with a loud thud.
---*---
We landed in a heap of arms and legs, Jenny's head uncomfortably close to the coffee table.
"Are you all right Jenny!" I said, breaking character.
Jenny lay on the floor, laughing hysterically, her face red. She could only nod.
"Smooth one, Mrs. Swenson." I teased, seeing that she was unharmed.
"Oh shut up!" She laughed. "And give me a hand."
I untangled myself from her and helped her up then we both wearily climbed back on the couch and cuddled as we caught our breath.
"Well, that was fun!" Jenny said. "I read about role-playing in one of Tom's magazines, and I thought it sounded silly. But that was... hot!"
"That was totally hot!" I said, grinning. "You were great! I wasn't sure how well you could play a seductress, but that was Oscar material."
"No, you are the one who deserves an Oscar." Jenny smirked. "You actually acted convincingly innocent."
"Oh very funny." I laughed, as I tickled her ribs.
Jenny tickled me back, and we both squirmed and giggled.
"I can't wait to find out what happens next." I said.
"Yeah, I guess I left it as a real cliffhanger, didn't I?" Jenny said, as we both broke into a fit of giggling.
After our laughter had subsided, we lay together in a tender embrace, gazing into each other's eyes. A strand of blonde hair fell across Jenny's cheek, and as I reached to brush it aside my right hand collided with her left, which was reaching for a similar strand of red which had fallen across my face. We laughed as our fingers intertwined and we both smiled warmly at each other, falling once more into each other's eyes. A sparkle of light from the diamond in her wedding ring broke my reverie and brought me back to earth. I sighed and kissed her hand.
"What?" She said softly.
"I'm glad your car is a piece of shit." I said softly.
"Me too." Jenny whispered in reply.
We both leaned in and embraced for a long and tender kiss, this time as just Jenny and Kate.
---*----
After nearly two hours of gentle lovemaking, three baby breaks and a short catnap it was coming up on 2:00 in the afternoon and we were both feeling hungry. Jenny put a frozen pizza in the oven, letting it cook while we showered and put on our bathing suits. After lunch we decided to brave the heat and go for a swim, since it was only 102ø.
We moved Max's crib to the dining room, so we could keep an eye on him through the sliding glass door. We then stepped out into the hot summer air of Jenny's backyard. The heat felt good after spending so much time in the air-conditioned house, and in the shade of the covered patio we were quite comfortable. My fair skin burn very easily, so I brought some suntan lotion, SPF 40, which I invited Jenny to apply. She did so in a manner that left my nipples hard and poking the fabric of my bikini top noticeably. I returned the favor with her lotion and achieve similar results. Giggling like schoolgirls, we jumped in the pool and splashed around having fun and enjoying the cool water. After we had exerted ourselves, we sat together on the steps in the shallow end. Jenny looked at me and ran her fingers through my wet hair.
"Have you ever thought of straightening your hair?" She asked me. "I think you would look very elegant with your hair straight." She said as she arranged my wet locks over my shoulder.
"Hmm, trying to change me already?" I said, half-teasing.
"Oh, I don't mean permanently." She said. "I was thinking for a special occasion, like if you and Mark were going out to a very fancy restaurant. I love your curly hair, but it does hide a lot of the beautiful bone structure of your face." She said, as she gently touched my cheek and ran her fingers down along my jaw line to my chin.
"You really think I look... elegant with my hair straight?" I asked, flattered.
"Yes I do." She said, lifting my chin slightly and giving me a soft kiss. "If you ever get tired of looking cute and adorable, you could always try it as a new look."
"Do you have any nosy neighbors?" I asked, my eyes scanning the cinderblock walls around the backyard.
"Not at this time of day. It's too hot." She replied. "Why do you ask?" She added with a smile.
"Hmmm...No reason." I said, as I stood up and threw my arms around her shoulders, settled into her lap and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. We made out languidly in the pool for several minutes, kissing and caressing, before returning to sit on the steps in the shallow end to catch our breath.
After a while Jenny climbed on top of an air mattress and turned over on her back to sunbathe. I swam over to a sort of love seat carved out of the side of the pool over by the deep end, half of which was in the shade of a palm tree and pulled Jenny over, keeping her floating in the sunny side.
I asked her about California and we talked about her time in San Diego back when she was a young "beach bunny" and all the trouble she used to get into. She was a popular student at her high school and played on the school volleyball team. She dated a hot blonde surfer for 2 years in high school, but broke up when she graduated and went to college at UC San Diego. She only did 2 semesters there before meeting and falling in love with Tom, then an engineering major who was about to graduate. After a whirlwind romance they were married and moved into a nice condo not far from the beach. Tom got a great job with a major aerospace company and after only a year he was promoted and transferred to Phoenix. I got the feeling that she misses San Diego, and hopes that his company will eventually transfer him back to the West Coast. We stayed in the pool for about an hour, taking frequent breaks to go inside, cool down and check on Max.
It was coming up on 3:30, so we went back in and had a very erotic shower together. We soaped and lathered each other sensuously, washed each other's hair and made out under the streaming water. We got so worked up that by the time we dried each other off both of our pussies were hot, wet and demanding attention. Although Tom was due home at 4:30, we both decided we needed one last taste of each other, so we climbed on the bed and had a quick but passionate 69.
After we had sated our lust, we wash our faces and prepared for my introduction to Tom. I changed back into the pink T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, while Jenny put on a T-shirt and a comfortable set of shorts. Max was awake and seemed to recognize me, especially when I dangled my hair in his face, which he seemed to enjoy. We took him out of the crib and played with him for a while in the den, encouraging him to scramble back and forth between us. Before long the sound of a car pulling in to the driveway could be heard. Jenny and I exchanged nervous smiles, and I took a deep breath to calm myself.
"This was your idea girl." I told myself. "You've absolutely nothing to worry about, he won't suspect a thing."
Jenny got up and handed Max to me as she walked over to the bar. She also looked a bit nervous, I noticed, and she took a deep calming breath as the carport door opened and Tom entered. I recognized him from Jenny's photos on the hallway wall. He was quite handsome, standing at 5 foot 10 with short sandy brown hair hazel eyes and a chiseled jaw. He was wearing a White short-sleeved shirt with a dark tie and dark slacks. He had a well-groomed nerdy look, like he just came from mission control at NASA.
"Hi honey." Jenny said as she gave him a hug. "I'll bet you're ready for the weekend."
"Am I ever!" He said, as he gave her a quick kiss and set his briefcase down on the bar.
His eyes turned to me and I gave him what I hoped looked like an innocent smile.
"Tom, this is Kate. Kate, Tom." Jenny said.
"Tom grinned warmly as he gently shook my hand.
"Kate, Jenny has told me all about you." Tom said. "Thanks again for helping her out of her jam, that was very good of you."
"Oh no problem. It was my pleasure, really." I said as I exchanged a sly glance with Jenny.
"Well, we should get dressed honey." Tom said to Jenny. "The Schultzes are expecting us in an hour."
"Kate, if you need anything just shout." Jenny said as she headed for the bedroom.
"Feel free to turn on the stereo or the television if you like Kate." Tom said as he followed her.
A brief moment of panic assailed me as I realized the lesbian porno was still in the VHS machine. As Tom and Jenny disappeared down the hallway, I ejected the video and not knowing what else to do with it, stuffed it in my bag. I thought I would slip it back to Jenny when I could be alone with her for a moment. After hiding the incriminating evidence, I sat on the couch and pulled Max up into my lap. My plan of hiding in plain sight had survived its first hurdle.
"I think he fell for it." I whispered to Max.
Max seemed to agree, as he gurgled and clapped his hands clumsily.
---*---
I was holding Max and reading through the TV Guide to see if there is anything worth watching tonight when Tom came in from the bedroom wearing a light blue leisure suit and smelling of Old Spice.
"Jenny was right, Max really seems to like you." Tom said. "He usually pitches a fit when we leave him with someone he doesn't know."
"He's been such a little sweetheart around me." I said. "I think we'll have good fun tonight."
"Jenny tells me you have a boyfriend and that you're both in a band." Tom said. "What kind of music do you play?"
"Oh, we mostly play cover tunes, but Mark's been writing some original material too." I said, as I teased Max with a lock of my hair. "He calls it "Surfabilly," kind of a mix of West Coast Surf and Rockabilly, although he's also writing some high-energy rock tunes as well."
"That sounds great." Tom said. "Where do you play?"
"Well, mostly high schools and youth clubs, although we've also done a few private parties." I said. "But I'm turning 19 in November, so we will be able to start playing in bars and clubs. Our biggest show yet is coming up in October at the state fair, and we are all really excited."
"You'll have to let us know what day your playing so that Jenny and I can come and watch." He said. "I'd love to come see you play at the fair."
"Ah, there you are, darling." Tom said to Jenny. "And don't you look beautiful!"
Jenny emerged from the hallway looking dazzling - I had never seen her all dressed up before, and I was stunned. She was wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress, tan stockings and black three-inch pumps. She was in full makeup, and she looked sexy as hell. She walked up to me with a big smile and gave me a hug, teasing me with a little squeeze on my ass that her husband couldn't see. Her perfume smelled so good it took a great effort of will to prevent myself from kissing her then and there.
Jenny said that it was best to let Max wear himself out crawling so that he would sleep soundly through the rest of the night. Jenny showed me a list of emergency numbers by the phone then she and Tom said their goodbyes and headed out the door. We had settled on $3 an hour, which was really rather generous considering I was going to spend most of the evening lounging on the couch watching TV.
The night went well, and I had a great time playing with Max. He was so adorable and sweet tempered, and wore himself out quickly by scampering about on his hands and knees. We had a little misunderstanding at feeding time, as he seemed more interested in my breasts than he was in the bottle, but with a little patience and persuasion I convinced him that the bottle wasn't so bad.
After I put Max to bed, I watched a Woody Allen movie on Channel 10 for most of the night. "Bananas," one of his earlier, funnier movies. I snacked on leftover pizza and went to check on Max during the commercial breaks - all in all it was a very relaxing way to earn a little spending money.
Tom and Jenny returned about 10:10, both of them sounding a little tipsy. Tom tipped me generously, giving me a $20 bill. As he went to the restroom Jenny smiled and scratched my back as she asked me how the night went. As soon as she heard the bathroom door close, she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
"Now, let's get you home." Jenny said with a mischievous grin, as she grabbed the keys from the bar.
She grabbed my hand and led me to the carport door, turning at the last minute and shouting down the hall, "Honey, I'm driving Kate home!"
"That's okay dear, I'll do..." Tom said before Jenny closed the door.
Jenny giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as we raced to the car and jumped in. Jenny laughed as we drove away into the night.
"So how was dinner?" I asked Jenny, as I took her hand in mine.
"Oh, dinner was fine. Rachel is a good cook, and she fixed an excellent chicken pasta dish." Jenny said. "But..." she trailed off.
"But what?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I just got a really weird vibe off of both of them." Jenny said, frowning. "I got the feeling that they were both... well, checking me out. In a creepy way."
"Well you do look absolutely gorgeous tonight, you know." I said with a smile. "You have the kind of body that just turns heads, men and women."
"I don't know about that." Jenny said, blushing. "But Rachel was being very touchy-feely with me. And they kept trying to get us to drink more, and invited us to stay overnight in their guest bedroom."
"Maybe they're swingers." I said, grinning. "Looking for a foursome."
"Oh, ew!" She exclaimed. "I mean, you might be right. That would explain a lot of things." A thoughtful expression crossed her face as we drove on through the warm night.
I guided Jenny to a park not far from my house. She pulled in the darkest corner of the empty parking lot and turned off the ignition. We both quickly moved to the back seat and fell into each other's arms, sighing.
"I wish we had more time." Jenny said. "But I have to get back soon."
"Yeah, I know." I said sadly.
I looked into her eyes, her face illuminated by a distant streetlight. I smiled and caressed her cheek.
"You really do look wonderful tonight." I said softly, and leaned forward until our lips met.
I closed my eyes as we kissed tenderly. Our passions spent, this was not foreplay but kissing for the sake of kissing. We brushed our lips together lightly, tasting and teasing each other with the tips of our tongues. We made out for about 10 minutes, and then Jenny checked her watch and made a sad face. We held each other tightly and sighed.
"My new schedule starts soon, and I don't work on Mondays anymore." Jenny said. "Tom works from about 8:00 to 4:30 on Mondays. Do you think you might be able to see me then?"
"Yeah, we rehearse on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes on the weekends but Mondays are free." I said. "I'd love to see you every week."
"I'd like that too Kate." Jenny sighed, as she squeezed me. "I'd like that a lot. And I'll let you know just as soon as I find out when Tom will be away on his next business trip."
"Mmmm, I can't wait." I whispered in her ear. "I love waking up in your arms."
"I had a wonderful time with you today." She said, as she kissed me softly. "I think that this is going to be a great summer!"
After a brief hug, we returned to the front seat and smoothed our rumpled clothing. Jenny turned on the front seat car lights to check on her hair. She smiled at me and did a double take before covering her mouth and laughing.
"What? Is it my hair?" I asked, as I reached in my bag for a hairbrush.
"Oh my God Kate, look at your face!" She giggled.
I looked in the sun visor mirror, and saw what she meant. I looked like I had been gang-kissed by a chorus line, with lipstick and lip prints all over my face. I laughed and reached for my beach towel as I started rubbing my face. The things you have to think of when you're dating a girl.
"Well Jenny, I'm glad you spotted that before my parents did!" I laughed. "That would've taken some explaining."
We had a good laugh as I cleaned my face, and then set off for my home. As Jenny parked in the street in front of my house I kissed my finger and gave her my trademark "Aloha." She smiled and returned the gesture. I grabbed my bag and stepped out into the warm night, closing the passenger door. We both smiled sadly and waved, and then she was gone. I watched the lights of her car receded into the night. "I could get used to this babysitting gig." I thought to myself as I headed back to my house with a smile on my face.