Jill and Bethany

Jill and Bethany 1 by Air_of_Mystery

I can still remember seeing Jill that first day. I had been going through a pretty tough time in my personal life and I was in no mood to train a new employee and deal with all the other stuff that entailed. My desk was piled high with work and my supervisor was breathing down my neck. All I knew before Jill walked in, was that she was in her mid-40's and had a teenaged daughter. If the truth be known, she looked great on paper, had a lot of experience and she was likely to make my job a whole lot easier.

My supervisor's voice broke my reverie. "Good morning, Rebecca, I'd like you to meet our new associate, Jill." I turned and started to speak. I still had a bit of a chip on my shoulder. I think my jaw probably dropped, but maybe I only imagined it. Even though we were close in age, Jill was one of those women who seem to manage to always look young. Physically, she was slim and petite. He thick, blonde hair was tied back and she had sparkling blue eyes. Her breasts were small and firm, her legs nicely shaped and toned. She wore a very tasteful suit. It was the kind of suit you wear on the first day to make a good impression. Most of all, there was a youthful eagerness and energy about her, not usually found in women our age.

I have always had a thing for younger women and I responded to Jill much the same way I would to someone much younger. Evidently, she liked me, too and we became almost instant colleagues and best friends. We ate lunch together nearly every day and talked a lot. Usually, we stopped for a drink after work a night or two each week. She was very proud of her daughter, Bethany, who was a senior in high school.

As our friendship deepened, our talk became more intimate. I eventually admitted to her I was gay. Jill confided in me her struggles with men and relationships. She told me she was at a point in her life where she just wanted to concentrate on work and Bethany for awhile. After all, Bethany would be going to college next fall and she wanted to succeed at her new job and look toward the next phase in her life.

Things continued in this vein for quite some time. Our friendship seemed confined to our work hours and an occasional drink after work. Jill had turned me down a couple of times when I invited her over to my place. She had never invited me to her apartment and I guessed it was because she was both a private person and because she wanted to keep her social life separate from her time with Bethany.

We were enjoying our lunch and conversation one Friday about two months after we met. As our time drew to a close and we had to start thinking about getting our check and heading back to the office, Jill got a bit of an uncomfortable look on her face. I could tell she wanted to ask or tell me something. I was growing a bit impatient and pushed a little.

"We've got to hit the road. I can tell you have something on your mind."

"Well, it's just that Bethany is staying with a friend this weekend and I hate staying alone. I know, it sounds kind of stupid. I mean I....well.....if you aren't doing anything tonight, would you mind coming over and keep me company? I could make us something nice for dinner and I bought this wine I've been looking forward to trying..."

I eagerly accepted. I always enjoyed spending time with Jill and I was curious about her apartment and her "other" life. "Sounds like fun. I can go home, get ready and be over around 7. Would that work? Is there anything I can bring?"

Jill looked relieved, although her face was still a bit flushed. "Great. I'll email you directions. Make sure you have your cell in case you get lost or something. I'm glad you can come over."

The afternoon, seemed to drag, of course. I found myself eagerly looking forward to the evening and excited...more than excited than an evening with a friend really warranted. I wasn't sure what that was all about, but it was OK with me. I wasn't going to worry about it.

I laughed at my nervousness when I got home. I couldn't decide what to wear and changed several times before I decided on a pair of shorts, a short sleeve knit top with a scooped neck and casual sandals. I had just bought a pair with a one inch heel and I'd been dying for an excuse to wear them. I realized we'd always seen each other at work and I didn't even know what she wore for casual clothes. It was a hot, Florida summer day and I couldn't see wearing more than I had to!

I had no trouble finding Jill's apartment. It was upstairs in an old house and seemed to fit her to a "T." She seemed genuinely happy to see me and quickly invited me in. The interior was small, but cozy. Jill seemed to have a knack for decorating and a love of art and books. Besides the books and artwork, I noticed a collection of photographs on a lovely antique shelf. I made a mental note to check them out at the first opportunity. The only evidence I could see of Bethany, was a backpack hanging from a coat hook in the kitchen/dining area.

Jill led me down a narrow hallway. "Come on and I'll show the place. There isn't much to it, but it's home." She smiled.

The hallway led to two small bedrooms, separated by a bathroom. Jill's was the larger of the two and reflected her, being both comfortable and tasteful. Bethany's room looked like that of a teenager. She had packed for her weekend away in a hurry and left stuff strewn on her bed. There was a messy, overstuffed closet and posters on the wall.

"I should have just closed her door, " Jill stated, then led me back into the living area.

I told her it was a lovely little place. I sat down on the sofa while she opened a bottle of wine and returned from the kitchen with two glasses. It was my first opportunity that night to focus on Jill. Her blonde hair was tied back with a ribbon. She was a wearing a light knit, one piece, dress that to just a little above her knees. The cornflower blue was striking with her eyes. I noticed she was barefoot and her toenails newly poished a deep, crimson color.

As usual, our conversation flowed easily. The wine was good and I was pleasantly surprised by Jill's culinary skills. After dinner, we retired to the sofa with some more wine. The jazz music Jill put on was perfect.

I have to admit, as the night wore on, I began to think about Jill sexually more and more. It wasn't that the thought hadn't occurred to me before, it was just that we had become close friends and I didn't want to mess things up by coming on to her if she wasn't interested. Her friendship was more important to me than anything.

Still, I became very aware of the warmth of her body as we sat there chatting. She had put on some kind of after shower splash that smelled delicious. My eyes fell quite often to those smooth legs with the nicely defined calves. The soft knit of the dress had a tendency to cling to her small, firm breasts. I made a note to myself that I had plenty to "jill" about when I got home!

My sexual reverie was jarred by Jill's soft voice. I realized she had turned the conversation to sex and, more specifically to questions about me being gay. It was as though she had many weeks worth of pent-up questions that she had been dying to ask. I thought it was kind of cute. I'm a pretty open person and I had no problem answering her many questions.

I had been in situations like this before, with straight women, who were curious about sex with women. Jill's questions got more and more direct and more and more personal. If I didn't know better, I would almost swear she was getting aroused talking about this stuff. I know I certainly was!

Maybe it was my arousal, or maybe it was the wine....or perhaps it was combination of the two. The words seemed to roll off my tongue, immediately followed by one of those "Oh I wish I hadn't said that," thoughts. I blurted out, "You know, if you are that curious about it, I could show you what it's like to kiss a woman."

Jill seemed to weigh that for a moment. I think the wine and relaxation was having an effect on her, too. "Hmmm....." was all she managed to come out with. She sat up and tucked those pretty feet and legs underneath her. Her eyelids looked just a bit heavy. "Well, why not? If you're game, I guess I am. I mean, like you say, it shouldn't be that big of a deal."

To say I was stunned, is an understatement. Her lips looked moist and those beautiful, blue eyes were looking directly into mine. Then she giggled. "I feel like a teenager at a slumber party."

I reached over quickly, afraid she would change her mind, and pressed my lips against hers. Jill looked slightly startled. Her lips didn't respond to my touch and I pulled back, worried I had gone too far. "Hey, that's not fair!" she whimpered. "That didn't last long enough for me to know what it's like. I hope you can do better than that!"

I blushed and reached over again. This time I took her in my arms and held her close while I pressed my lips against hers. It is hard to describe how good the warmth of her body felt and how delicious the fragrance of her skin and hair was. Jill's lips were moist and parted slightly. My tongue slipped easily between them and I kissed her slowly and deeply.

I expected her to break our kiss, but she wrapped her arms around me and forced my tongue more deeply into her mouth. Her breathing was becoming a bit ragged and she was making some luscious little whimpers and moans. I was completely swept away by my desire for her. Clearly, she was enjoying our kissing and, I might add, she was very good at it!

My hand strayed from her back to her side. The soft knit material of her dress felt warm and smooth as I let it slide upward until I encountered the swell of her firm, little, breast. Although it took a lot of willpower, I paused for a few moments to see if Jill tensed or pushed me away.

When she didn't respond, I cupped her breast. Even through the bra and the dress, I could feel her hard nipple. From her reaction, I could tell she was quite sensitive. I noticed she seemed to be leaning into me, almost pressing her breast into my hand. With my free hand, I reached up and slowly slid down the zipper on the back of Jill's dress, which ended at her waist.

Her skin was lovely and soft as velvet. I made quick work of the fastener on her bra and felt it loosen. I was in the process of sliding the dress off her shoulders, when she stopped me abruptly, grabbing my hand. My heart was beating and I felt I had gone too far.

"Now, now, " she was cooing. My face turned crimson. "I don't really have much to see. I think it would be only fair if you showed me yours first. Don't you?"

I was sputtering like a teenager caught in the act. At that point, I would have done almost anything to have a little more of Jill. It was incredibly difficult to pull my hands away so I could yank off my top. My breasts are quite full and Jill's eyes were riveted on my bra as I tossed my top on the floor.

The way she was looking at me was incredibly arousing. I could feel my large nipples pressing against the inside of my bra. I reached behind my back and loosened it, letting it slide forward and off my shoulders. As I pulled it the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor, I looked up at Jill.

Her eyes were wide and riveted to my chest. I broke the silence with a rather lame, "Well, what do you think?"

"Oh my," she said softly. They are even bigger and prettier than I thought they'd be. You know I have thought about them before....well....actually since that first day you were training me..."

I was content to let her look for awhile. I was rather proud of them and her steady gaze made me wet with excitement. Finally, I couldn't stand the ache between my legs any longer. "Would you like to touch them?" I blurted out.

Without a word, she reached out and literally grabbed me, on breast in each hand. Her fingers squeezed and roamed hungrily. It was as though she couldn't get enough of them. Needless to say, her ministrations felt wonderful.

"Your nipples are so big and hard." She was rolling, pulling and pinching them. I felt weak at the knees. I love to have them played with and her excitement turned me on even more. "I've always wondered how they would feel....I mean yours and a woman's breasts in general...and..well...they feel nicer than I imagined."

As much as Jill was enjoying herself and as good as her touch felt, my mind was on her firm, little tits. While she was busy, I slid the her dress the rest of the way off her shoulders, down her arms and to her waist. Her fair skin looked almost like porcelain. Jill's nipples were hard and pressed against the inside of her little stretch bra, pointing up just a little. At that point, I noticed the bra was one of those with a fastener in front..and that she had a navel piercing with a diamond stud.

I wasted no time in unfastening her bra with my shaky hands. Jill paused long enough to let me slide it off her shoulders. I'm sure she could hear me suck in my breath. They were delicious...very firm and supple with nipples pointing upward. As with everything about Jill herself, I was reminded of a much younger woman.

I was ready for more now. "Would you like to kiss them, sweetie?" My voice sounded hoarse and breathless. She let out a cute little squeal and buried her face between my breasts. The way her breasts jiggled when she moved sent shivers through me. My arousal was driving me now. I felt possessed. "Now suck them, suck my big tits!"

Jill seemed happy to oblige. I lifted one of my breasts to her lips. I could feel the warm, moistness as her lips touched first, then her tongue. She took it just like a baby would and sucked enthusiastically. I had my first orgasm of the evening as she bore down on my breast and then switched to the other and gave it a work out. I think I could have taken that all night, but I had other plans.

My hands found her tits now and they felt even better than they looked. Her nipples were smaller than mine, but they seemed quite sensitive and I enjoyed coaxing them out and pinching them. Each breast was a delightful handful and I felt the urge to taste them and suck them.

Jill was forced to let go of my tits as I pushed her back into the soft pillows on the sofa and bent to kiss her breasts. Her skin smelled fresh and fruity and tasted delicious. Not content with merely kissing them for long, I took one in my mouth and sucked hungrily.

Jill was overwhelmed with the feelings my mouth and tongue were producing. She closed her eyes, lay back, and gave herself to to me. I sucked those sweet little titties until I could feel her first orgasm ripple through her body. "Oh my god," she was whimpering. "That feels incredible."

I told her I wasn't done yet, and pulled the dress over her waist and down her legs. Such luscious thighs and legs! Jill worked out a lot and it showed. I also noticed she must have just shaved her legs as they were silky smooth all the way down to her cute little toes with the dark red nail polish.

She was the picture of sexy, dressed only a black thong. I slid my hands slowly back up her legs and pushed her thighs gently open. I could see a couple of stray blonde curls escaping from the thong. As I drew near, I got the first whiff of her fragrance. I gently kissed her thighs and her tummy and told her how pretty she was.

I tugged at her thong, eager to bury my face in those blonde curls and to taste her nectar. Apparently Jill's shyness was overcome by her arousal. I was surprised when she lifted that lovely ass and wiggled it a little to assist me in removing her thong and exposing her wet pussy. From the way she was squirming when I kissed her thighs and tummy, I could tell she wanted me to lick her. I was very eager to comply.

The soft, blonde curls were now completed matted down with her juices. Her full, pink lips glistened with her nectar. Jill was squirming and thrusting herself toward me. I bent forward and touched my lips to her. A moan escaped from her as I flicked my tongue across her and sampled her honey. I ran my tongue up and down her for a few moments before I homed in on her clit. She was shaking like a leaf now and making some delightful noises.

I grabbed those lovely cheeks and forced her clit against my tongue. I wanted to take her now. As I sucked on her I let go of her ass with one hand and thrust a couple of fingers inside her. Jill was whimpering and bucking now. I sucked harder and pressed my fingers in deeper.

I felt her hands on the back of my head now, as she pushed my face deeper between her legs and rubbed her pussy all over it. The phrase, "fuck my face," came to mind. I wanted her to come again. I wanted Jill to know how wonderful it was to be taken and loved by another woman.

My face was slick with her juices and I couldn't get enough. Her body began undulating as she neared another climax. I kept pushing her, showing her no mercy as she exploded. The room was filled with the sounds of her squealing, whimpering and moaning. She managed to gasp, "Oh, my god!" before she was completely overwhelmed and just laid there with her eyes closed and came again and again.

We rested in each others arms for some time, before dragging ourselves into Jill's bedroom. It turned out to be only the beginning to a wonderful night. She eventually helped me off with my skirt and thong. Jill was eager to repay me the pleasure I had given her and she was very talented and a quick learner. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, satiated and content.

The next morning, Jill cooked us a delicious breakfast. We were lingering over our second cup of coffee when I wandered over to the buffet, eying all the photos she had to display there. Most of the photos were evidently of her daughter, Bethany. She appeared to be a lovely young woman with long, chestnut brown hair and her mother's blue eyes. Bethany also inherited her mother's trim, althletic figure and small breasts, although she appeared to be a bit taller than Jill with longer legs.

The photographs seemed to span Bethany's entire childhood. The youngest was a smiling baby and they ranged to several of her as a teen. I particularly noticed one of her in a cheerleader's uniform and the other playing volleyball on her high school team. Jill walked up behind me delighted to have the opportunity to show off her daughter.

"I guess you figured out most of those are of Bethany. She was on the cheerleading squad last year, but she decided she wanted to concentrate on the volleyball team this year. Look at this one in her prom dress. I wish she'd decide on which college she wants to go to next fall, but I probably shouldn't worry. With her grades and her volleyball team going to state, she'll probably get some kind of scholarship."

"She's cute, " I said focusing again on the cheerleader and volleyball pictures. "Well.....more than cute. More like lovely." I hoped I wasn't sounding a bit too enthusiastic, if you know what I mean.

Jill didn't notice. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving to her daughter's pictures. I asked her the typical questions one asks about friends' sons and daughters. Stuff like what her favorite subject is, whether she enjoys school, etc. Jill seemed eager to talk about Bethany. I told her I was looking forward to meeting her, which was definitely the truth!

I wouldn't have the opportunity to meet Bethany for quite some time. The next time Jill and I got together was the following weekend. Bethany was staying with her dad and we spent most of it in Jill's bed.

We began spending a lot of time together and Bethany's weekends away with her dad allowed us a lot of privacy and the opportunity to focus on each other. Our relationship continued to deepen and the sex was great. Jill had discovered a new side of herself and she couldn't get enough.

One weekend we decided to go to this club I hang out at once in awhile. It is managed by a lesbian couple and definitely catered to gay and bi-women. The atmosphere is low-key and relaxed. Occasionally a stray straight couple or woman finds their way in and doesn't feel too out of place. It's one of those places more like a neighborhood bar than a pick up place.

We were on our second or third drink and sitting in a booth at the back, when two women walked in together. They were both very attractive, but with quite an age difference. The older one was perhaps forty and dressed in a stylish business suit. She looked very meticulous and corporate, with subtle makeup and expensively styled hair. The younger woman looked maybe 18 or 19. Even allowing for her possibly looking younger than her age, she couldn't have been over 21 or 22. The fact she was wearing something that looked like a private school uniform, added to the youthful impression.

Jill spoke first. "That's interesting...a mother bringing her daughter in here." I thought of Bethany and those photographs. I found myself getting kind of excited at the picture forming in my mind of Jill and Bethany strolling up to the bar. I tried to push the thought from mind and focus on the matter at hand.

We both sipped our drinks and watched the two women. There was something a little odd about them...maybe some kind of chemistry that differed from that of a mother and daughter.

A few more people wandered in. The two women stood up and walked over to the small dance floor. They joined the two female couples already dancing. Soon the music turned slow, the lights went down, and the older woman took the younger one in her arms and they began a slow dance.

Jill's voice broke my reverie. "I don't think those two are mother and daughter."

"Yeah," I was having a hard time breaking my gaze away from the young woman in that school uniform. "Maybe they are doing some kind of role playing or something."

The couple finished their dance, paid their tab and headed out the front door. I was very hot and eager to get Jill home. "Ready to head out? " I said, my voice sounding a bit raspier than I expected. Jill nodded. I paid our tab and we walked down the street to our car.

Neither one of us could wait. We were practically out of our clothes by the time we got to Jill's door. Without a word, we made love with an intensity that rivaled our first time together. We laid there totally spent for awhile, unable to move and savoring the waves of pleasure and contentment flowing through us.

"That young girl in the school uniform....you liked her, didn't you?"

I felt desire beginning to rise up in me. I felt vulnerable and embarrassed. I didn't want my little fantasy of the evening to get in the way of our relationship. Words were failing me. "Well...she was cute and all that but...."

Jill smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "I really don't mind. I thought she was cute, too and I kind of liked the way you got turned on."

My face was red. "You know that was mostly because I was with you."

"I think you would have liked to kiss her....and run your fingers through her hair. I know you liked that uniform. Do you think it would be hard to get off? I could help you."

I was putty in Jill's hands. It wasn't long before we made love again and fell to sleep totally exhausted.

I awoke to Jill preparing us another delightful breakfast. I managed to steal a couple of glances at Bethany's pictures again. We had just finished our second cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door.

We had stayed out very late the night before and I had lost track of the time. It was late Sunday afternoon and Bethany was coming home. I was embarrassed at being caught together and worried that it would be an issue for Jill. Jill, for her part, made no move to conceal anything as we heard the key in the lock.

If anything, Bethany was prettier than in her pictures. She had her mother's fair skin, but it was nicely tanned. Her hair was tied back and she was wearing shorts and flip-flops. I was right about her having longer legs than her mother's. Perhaps most striking was her warm smile and sparkling blue eyes.

"Oh, I didn't think there was anyone here." She paused and looked embarrassed.

Jill seemed to take it all in stride. "No problem. I'd like you to meet Becca. She's a friend from work."

Bethany seemed to take in the whole scene before she stepped forward and put out her hand. "Nice to meet you. Mom's told me a lot about you."

I took her hand. It felt soft and warm. "Nice to meet you. You're mom has told me lots of stuff about you. As a matter of fact, I was just looking at your pictures."

The three of us engaged in a little small talk, before I made my goodbyes and headed out the door. I certainly didn't want to interfere with the time Jill and Bethany had together. I found myself thinking about Bethany as I drove home. I wasn't sure what I was feeling and I tried to shake the thoughts from my mind. I had other stuff to worry about before I went back to work tomorrow.

My work week was uneventful. Jill and I had lunch together on Monday and Jill asked me if I enjoyed meeting Bethany. I told her I did and that she was a lovely young woman. Jill told me Bethany liked me too. I thought that maybe Jill wanted to talk some more about the situation and whether Bethany knew about our relationship or not, but she never mentioned anything about it again for the rest of the week.

We made plans for the upcoming weekend. Of course, Bethany would be with her dad again. Jill wanted to cook me dinner at her place and have a quiet evening in, as she put it. "We could just rent a movie or listen to music or something."

Saturday night arrived and Jill fixed a particularly delicious and romantic dinner. There was candle light, soft music and a nice fire. Afterwards, we cleared the table and Jill fixed some coffee. We took our coffee and sat in front of the fireplace. "Do you know what tonight is? We met exactly a month ago and I have a special surprise for dessert."

"I remembered," I said as I handed her some flowers I had hidden behind the couch. Jill kissed and thanked me and disappeared into the kitchen. She was a good cook and my mouth watered thinking about dessert. I was glad I had remembered the flowers.

I thought I heard her footsteps and looked up. Jill was dressed in a private school uniform, complete with shoes and knee socks. "I don't think Bethany will miss it tonight. What do you think?"

As a matter of fact, I couldn't think at all! I was blind with lust. It was as though every thing shut down except my most basic animal instincts. All I wanted was to take Jill and take her now. I shoved her back onto the sofa and forced her thighs apart. My hands were all over her, sliding up and down her legs...over the knee socks.....up her smooth thighs....under the hem of the short little schoolgirl skirt.

I suddenly realized she was saying something. I tried to concentrate on her voice while I pressed my fingers against her wet panties. "I knew you'd like it. I saw the way you looked at that girl at the club. I know how you like young women..." She was excited, almost feeding off of my arousal. "This uniform excites you, doesn't it? It would make you crazy to have a girl dressed like this..."

"Oh god yes!" I moaned. "I want to fuck you." Her knee socks were in a heap on the floor and the skirt pushed above her knees. Jill's hair was flying in every direction and her little oxford blouse was half unbuttoned. I wanted it all....her sweet sex, those delicious little tits...that tight ass.

We made love all night. It was the start of a very special time in our relationship. Jill seemed to like to tease me by pointing out attractive young women when we were out. She often "borrowed" Bethany's uniform and seemed to delight in the effect it had on me. Sometimes she would bring up one of the young women we had seen earlier in the day while making love.

Jill seemed to have found her sexual self in our relationship. Although she was basically bi, she had not explored the woman part of her sexuality before me. She also had a penchant for some soft bondage, which, of course, was always fun. We indulged often. Jill tended to be the one who liked to be restrained and I didn't mind accommodating her, although we often switched roles.

I finally got to know Bethany a little better one evening when I dropped by Jill's apartment. It was a hot, Florida afternoon and she had been home from school long enough to change into some shorts and flip-flops. She wore a snug little knit top that showed quite a bit of her lovely tanned skin, including a very flat little tummy with a piercing. As cute as she was, it was Bethany's personality that really stood out. She seemed to be warm, intelligent and she laughed a lot. I noticed how she seemed to take an interest in me and ask me questions about work and stuff like that. It was a skill not everyone her age possessed.

I tried to not let my eyes linger too long on her long, slim, tan legs, and her pert little breasts. Then there was that lovely smile, sparkling blue eyes, and all that chestnut brown hair. Although I definitely felt an attraction to her, I didn't want to mess up the relationship I had with Jill. On top of that, I didn't even know if she would have any interest in me. It was best to appreciate her and enjoy her company, but not go any further with it all, even if it was possible. Her tight, little butt sure looked good in those gym shorts, though!

Things continued to go well with Jill and me. I saw Bethany from time to time and got know her a little better. If anything, she impressed me even more than that first time I had met her. She was a very special young woman.

One Friday night, I rode with Jill when she took Bethany to her dad's to drop her off for the weekend. We stopped for dinner on the way back and picked up a movie. Both of us felt like a low-key and relaxing evening at home. It had been a rough week at the office and we were tired.

After the movie, we still mustered enough energy to make love. Before we drifted off to sleep, Jill said she wanted to ask me something. I didn't think twice about it. "Sure. What's on your mind?"

Jill seemed to struggle a bit. "I was kind of wondering...well...if you think that Bethany is attractive."

Although I felt I knew Jill pretty well and didn't think she could surprise me too much with anything, I was flabbergasted. I had no idea what to say or what she wanted me to say. "What's not to be attracted to? Bethany is a lovely girl. I'm sure she has quite a fan club at school."

Clearly Jill was not completely satisfied with my reply. "Well, I guess that's true but, uh, what I mean is..uh, do you ever think about her like you do about some of those other young women we look at?"

I could feel my face redden. I wished I could crawl under the covers and hide. Once again I was at a loss. Whatever I said was going to get me into some kind of trouble! I hesitated hoping something would happen to change the subject. If ever I needed a miracle, it was now.

"I don't see why you wouldn't. It makes a certain amount of sense."

"Well I mean I always notice a pretty young woman...I didn't uh...." It was like my mind shut down. I must have sounded like an idiot.

Jill responded to my discomfort. "No, no...I didn't mean for you to feel bad about it. I think I'm glad if you do. She is very pretty, even if I am a bit prejudiced. After all, it's kind of flattering to me, too. I hope it doesn't sound to weird or anything I just want you to know it's OK with me if you want to think about her. It's important to me we are open about everything with each other."

My head was spinning but we were both too tired to talk into the night. Our conversation trailed off and soon we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

As she often did, Jill awakened first. I awoke to the feel of her warm, soft body pressing against me and her fingers gently caressing my wet sex and teasing my clit. "Mmmm...she cooed. What sweet young thing are you dreaming about this morning?"

I squirmed and let a little moan escape my lips. I loved her touch and it made me deliciously crazy when she woke me with her caresses. She slid a finger up inside me. "Goodness you're wet. It must be something good."

"It's the way you're touching me, babe. You make me crazy!"

"I know that's part of it," Jill said softly. "I am also willing to be you were thinking about some sweet young thing...probably in Bethany's school uniform. It wouldn't surprise me if you were thinking about my Bethany."

I couldn't help but moan. Jill drove her fingers deeper inside me. "You were thinking about her, weren't you? You'd love to kiss her in that little uniform and slide your fingers inside her like I'm doing now, wouldn't you? You'd love to take Bethany, wouldn't you?"

I was shaking like a leaf as she took me. She kept up her fantasy talk and it drove me to distraction. "Yes, yes," I whimpered as I came again and again. "I want her. I want Bethany....Oh god....." I felt so vulnerable. Jill held me close and we drifted off again.

Bethany would not figure into our conversation until a couple of weekends later. Jill donned her school uniform again and brought her up first. "You know Bethany was asking about us. She figured out we are lovers and had a lot of questions. I think she is trying to figure out her own sexuality. She's not sure about how she feels about boys...and girls. I think she takes after me in that way."

"Is it OK...I mean is she OK with us and everything? Are you worried about it?"

Jill looked thoughtful. "Oh no, not at all. I was just thinking about when I was her age and wishing there had been someone around like you to teach me. I regret I waited so long!" She giggled. "Ooooh.....I bet you'd like that. Teaching her about girls."

Over the next few weeks, our relationship seemed to blossom. We saw more and more of each other and continued to enjoy both our real and fantasy sex life. As a consequence of seeing each other frequently, I found myself around more when Bethany was there, too.

Getting to know Bethany better was definitely an added benefit to the relationship I was building with Jill. She was a delightful young woman, intelligent and full of youthful energy. Her warmth, wit and enthusiasm for life were contagious. I found myself growing increasingly fond of her. In fact, the three of us became quite close over the next few weeks.

I have to admit, I struggled with my sexual feelings about Bethany. As she grew closer and more comfortable with me, it afforded me more opportunities to observe her and be physically near her. I found myself looking forward to both her company and her physical presence.

Bethany's Florida casual wardrobe mostly consisted of snug shorts and tight, little knit tops. I thought of myself as a very lucky women. I could study those lovely, slim, young legs and that tight, round, little butt. Then there were Bethany's high, firm breasts, her radiant smile and sparkling blue eyes. If that wasn't enough, I could internalize all those tantalizing visions and turn them into a hot fantasy later with Jill when we were alone together. As for Jill, she seemed to have no problem with my fantasies. I found myself thinking it was all too good to be true and that any minute the other shoe would fall.

Jill breezed into the office a week or so later. She seemed particularly excited and eager to chat. "You won't believe this!" she said breathlessly. "I got us a place to stay at the beach and it won't cost us a cent."

"Yes, yes, go on," I pleaded.

""Well, I won that drawing they had down at the gym. It's a free stay at the beach. All we have to do is provide our meals. I hear it's really a nice place. I was thinking the three of us could spend the weekend together. What do you say?"

"Sounds WONDERFUL!" I was already having visions of Jill and Bethany in little bikinis. "When do we go?"

It was two weeks later when we were finally able to go. We were all bubbling with excitement and looking forward to the prospect of spending the weekend together at the beach. The condo was everything and more that Jill said it was. We ran around checking every corner and squealing with excitement at the amenities. There was a fireplace, an indoor spa and a huge kitchen. Bethany pointed out the flat screen TV and sound system.

Once we got unpacked, Jill suggested we open some wine and make use of the indoor spa. Bethany sensed the plans didn't include her. For the first time since we got there she was feeling like the odd person out. She was a sensitive young woman and I had no doubt she knew her mother and I were more than friends. She also clearly didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to try the spa. I think Jill was hoping she'd take the hint or something and head down to the beach. There was an awkward silence.

I tried to think clearly. I wanted things to go well with Jill and I felt badly for Bethany. The idea of being in the spa with both Jill and Bethany was a delicious prospect. At the same time I knew it could be dangerous territory. "Maybe we should talk about it a little. It seems fair Bethany could join us for awhile. I certainly wouldn't mind."

Bethany smiled. Jill seemed to reconsider. "Sure, why not. You're old enough to enjoy some adult stuff now and you'll be heading off to college soon." Her eyes met mine. "Are you sure you don't mind, Becca?" I could tell she knew I liked the idea. I couldn't tell if she did, however.

I felt a growing excitement as we went our separate ways and changed into our bathing suits. I could hear the gurgle as Jill turned on the spa and banged around in the kitchen getting the wine.

Jill and I were ready first. I was most surprised to notice Jill had gotten out three wine glasses. I had kind of assumed Bethany would have coke or something. Jill had chosen my favorite little bikini and she looked absolutely adorable. She laid out some towels and carefully positioned the wine so we could get at it without knocking it in the spa.

The hot water felt wonderful as we slid down into the spa. About that time, Bethany made her appearance. What an appearance it was! Like her mother, she had chosen a very brief bikini. I was enchanted by her firm, little breasts, flat tummy and long legs. I could see a little diamond in her pierced navel. She was saying something about the lights being too bright. All I could do was stare at her tight, high, round ass as she moved around the room.

She lit a number of candles and turned off the lights. Jill slid over next to me and began caressing my thigh. I wondered if she was picking up on me being aroused and if she knew it was Bethany who was arousing me!

Bethany hopped in with us and I studied her carefully. Jill's fingers felt warm. She squeezed my hand and turned to her daughter. "Why don't you pour us some wine, sweetie. It's over there behind you."

Bethany looked surprised. I suspected this was the first time her mother had offered wine to her. Being a teen, she tried to act as though she had had wine many times before. She poured us all a glass and we settled into the spa.

I smiled to myself as I watched Bethany sip her wine. It was clear she had never had a glass of her own before and that she wasn't at all sure she liked it. Of course she tried not to let us know that. As for Jill and I, the wine was very good and we made the most of it.

The hot water and wine soon affected us, especially Bethany. She wasn't used to the wine and was soon giggling and having the best of times. I have to say, Jill and I were feeling no pain either. I was acutely aware of sitting between the two of them and getting more horny by the minute. I wanted to remember every sensation later when Jill and I made love. I also wanted to have that vision of Bethany in her bikini etched in my mind.

We continued in this vain for quite some time, growing steadily more drunk. The three of us giggled like school girls. It was kind of like a slumber party. Jill did not seem to be paying any attention to Bethany's drinking. As for me, I was hoping all this would never end.

"Hey, I thought people were supposed to be naked in hot tubs...or is that only on TV?" Bethany giggled.

Jill's eyes met my mine. "No, it's not just on TV. Quite a few people like to enjoy hot tubs naked. I guess it's one of those things that's up to the people involved."

"Not that you'd know about that sort of thing!" Bethany laughed. "I'll bet you two are chicken."

There was a long silence.

Jill spoke first. "Sweetie, I don't have any issue with it. It's all very natural. How about you, Becca?"

My mind was reeling. Was I about to get to see Bethany nude? I felt myself squirm. I probably chimed in a little too quickly. "Yes it is....very natural."

"Well, if it's so natural, go for it." Bethany was looking right at me.

Jill joined in. I think they were both enjoying putting me on the spot. "Yes, Becca. Go for it."

Having had plenty to drink and no qualms about being a bit of an exhibitionist, I took the plunge and looked at Jill. "Are you sure it's OK?" I could tell Bethany was eager and excited. Of course that only served to make me hotter!

"Sure, why not," Jill said. I couldn't believe she was egging me on and I could feel the ache between my legs.

Without standing on ceremony, I slipped the straps of my top over my shoulders. Jill reached over and unfastened the hook. I tossed my top into the darkness revealing my breasts and hard nipples. Jill smiled and Bethany's eyes were riveted on my tits.

"I can see why you like those, mom," Bethany blurted out. Jill's face turned beet red.

"OK, " I said. "Now it's your turn." I held my breath, worrying that at any moment Jill would call a halt to the festivities. I couldn't have been more mistaken. She quickly disposed of her top, freeing those sexy little tits. Her nipples were rock hard and I was wishing I could haul her off into the bedroom.

Bethany reached behind her back and began fumbling with the little hook on the back of her bikini. I still couldn't believe this was happening. "Here, honey." It was Jill's voice. "It's easy, Let me help you."

My head was spinning. Suddenly, there they were, Bethany's lovely, teen breasts. There were a younger version of her mom's and very firm...so firm, the hard little nipples were practically pointing at the ceiling. She was breathing rather heavily and her hard little titties jiggled seductively when she moved, as she slid off the bottom of her bikini.

I saw Jill tossing her bikini bottom onto the floor out of the corner of my eye. I slid mine off, too. I tried to see more of Bethany. I was dying to see her sweet young pussy and that gorgeous ass. In my experience, there is nothing like a young woman's ass. Mmmm.

Unfortunately, the light was too dim to see much. Jill's eyelids were getting heavy and I was afraid she was going to pass out in the tub. I urged her to get out for a little while. "Come on, Bethany can help me get you out and you can sit on the couch for a little while. I'm worried about you."

Jill's head drooped. I motioned to Bethany. We each took one of her mom's arms and moved toward the ladder. Bethany hopped out and tried to brace herself on the ladder. I reached out to keep her from falling. My hand was on that incredible little ass. Without thinking, I gave it a squeeze, trying not to be too obvious. I couldn't help but take in that luscious young body. It took all my willpower to concentrate on getting Jill up and over the side.

We eventually got her dried off and propped up on the couch. By the time we got a blanket wrapped around her, Jill had passed out. Bethany disappeared and I sat there trying to digest all that had happened. I was incredibly horny and it looked like I was going to have to take care of myself now. However, before I could do that, I had to see if Bethany was OK.

Of course I was still nude, but that didn't seem important at the moment. I was used to running around my place with no clothes on, so I didn't give it a second thought. I thought I heard something in one of the bedrooms and headed in that direction.

Bethany's door was open. There was a lump in my throat as I peered in. Bethany's towel was tossed on the chair in a damp pile, as though it had been removed hurriedly. As my eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight coming in through the window, I could see Bethany was sprawled naked on the bed.

The coverlet and sheets were pushed down to the foot of the bed. Bethany was propped up against two pillows with her young, smooth thighs spread apart. I could hear the soft buzz of a vibrator. Of course, she just had enough time to get comfortable before I arrived. I suspect she had just turned the vibrator on.

I stood there too stunned and fascinated to move. Evidently, the buzz of the vibrator and her focus on the task at hand, had prevented Bethany from hearing my arrival. The ache between my legs was making it hard for me to stand still. I found myself sliding my fingers between my legs while I watched. God I was wet!

Bethany was sliding the vibrator up and down her little lips, peeking through her chestnut curls. It was a smallish, cylindrical, vibrator with a tip shaped like a bullet. I could see it glistening with her nectar. She was beginning to whimper and squirm. My knees were growing weak as I slid my fingers in and out of my hot pussy.

My body seemed to have a mind of its own. I began moving toward the bed. My brain was screaming this was crazy, but my body paid no attention. I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs. The whole room was filled with the fragrance of Bethany's luscious, young pussy.

It was at this point, Bethany realized I was there. I expected her to make some exclamation like "Oh my god!" and cover up quickly. I figured I was in big trouble now and I better start figuring out how to control the damage...if that was even possible.

Instead, Bethany's eyes met mine and she stopped moving the vibrator. Her eyes were wide with the combination of surprise, a lot to drink, and arousal. I noticed again how hard her lovely little nipples were. It was if time had stopped. There was total silence except for the muffled buzzing.

I felt like an idiot when I broke the silence. "My god!" I thought, "why don't I stop while I can?" Instead, I heard the words, "Are you OK, sweetie? Can I help you with that?" escape from my tongue.

Bethany looked a little dazed, like it took a minute for my words to register. She reached out her hand, offering the little, buzzing vibrator to me. Her juices on the plastic glistened in the moonlight.

Her fingers felt soft and warm as I took her offering. I sat down on the edge of the bed. We still had not exchanged any words. She looked at me expectantly, the combination of the alcohol and her arousal apparently overriding any shyness. After all, we had seen each other nude in the hot tub! I put the tip of the vibrator to my lips as she watched. I slowly licked her juices from the tip. A little whimper escaped from Bethany's lips.

"You are delicious, " I said softly. "Now just lie back and let me help you." My heart was pounding in my throat. Bethany puffed up the pillows behind her back and got comfortable. I rested my hand on her knee. She offered no resistance as I gently spread her thighs apart.

I slid my hand up those silky, tan, thighs and traced a line down her moist lips with the vibrator. Her whole body seemed to shudder with pleasure. I had a feeling her arousal had been building all evening. I now put a little more pressure on the vibrator, watching the very tip slide between those sweet lips. I moved it higher and let it rest against her aching clit. Her breathing was heavy and she was whimpering loudly. I sucked in my breath as the thought occurred to me that we might awaken Jill.

"Can you kiss me while you're doing that?......Please...." Bethany's voice sounded deep and ragged.

I didn't care what happened now. I just wanted to kiss her...and taste those lips and feel that tongue. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. Bethany kissed me hungrily and our tongues were soon enmeshed. "When I was doing it....when you came in, Becca, I was thinking about you..."

I fucked her hard with the little vibrator. The bed squeaked a little as she bounced up and down. Her arms were wrapped around me. I felt her start to come and I took her pretty hard. The vibrator sputtered and stopped, the battery apparently dead. Bethany broke our kiss again and fell back into the pillows. Her eyes were closed as she let another orgasm course through her young body.

Finally she opened her eyes and stretched her arms out toward me. As we began to kiss again, I could feel her soft, young fingers find my breast. "Mmm..."she said softly. "It feels so good...even better then I thought it would." Her hand was exploring and squeezing me hungrily. Bethany found my nipple and rolled it between her fingers. "I've wanted to touch you all night. You have such big ones."

"Like mother, like daughter," I thought to myself.

Her eyelids were heavy. The sexual relief and the liquor had made her very sleepy. I held her and let her fondle my breast until I felt her body begin to relax. I brushed the hair out of her eyes and carefully tucked her in. She looked so innocent and so much younger as she dropped off into a deep sleep. "What a lovely, young woman," I thought to myself as I tiptoed out of her room.

I was still excited, but now reality reared its head. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Well, it was water under the bridge. The deed was done. I would have to deal with whatever consequences I had brought upon myself. Right now, I needed to check on Jill. I wondered what the next day would bring.