This is a work of lesbian fiction. It contains characters from previous editions of "My Teacher, My Lover," as well as from "Carolyn Powers," which can be found in the Lesbian Young Friends section of nifty.org. The characters and scenarios in these stories existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by age difference lesbian sexual partners, please read no further.
(Lesbian College)
Beautiful, blonde, 18-year-old Carolyn Ross had recently returned to the UCLA campus for her sophomore year of college. She wouldn't turn 19 until December.
Part of her summer had been spent in a Thailand beach resort with her 38-year-old lover and former high school English teacher, Barbara Ross. The beautiful resort catered to western lesbians, and Carolyn and Barbara had fulfilled their lustiest sexual fantasies with each other, and outside partners, including the French mother and daughter pair of Isobel Laurent and her 15-year-old daughter, Monique.
Barbara had been careful not to make any possessive claims on her busty young lover. Barbara had insisted that while Carolyn was away at college, they would both be free to engage in guilt-free sex with other partners if they so wished.
At 5'9", with 36-C breasts and a knockout body, the openly lesbian, blonde "hottie" had, the previous school year, been a supreme object of desire among the college lesbians and the bi-curious straight girls at UCLA.
Despite the wild summer where she and Barbara had indulged all of their sexual fantasies and had even engaged with other partners, Carolyn, nevertheless, felt a strong sense of loyalty to Barbara, and initially rebuffed several dating offers from other pretty girls and even a middle-aged Dean from another department.
Like most girls her age, Carolyn was active on social media. One day she was positively floored to receive a message from Jimmy Ryan, now a freshman at Colorado State University. The Powers and Ryan families had once been neighbors in Novato, an affluent suburb of San Francisco.
Carolyn had physically matured early and very beautifully. When Carolyn was 12, 11-year-old Jimmy had developed a major crush on Carolyn, who had then only recently admitted to herself that she was attracted to girls. Much to Jimmy's disappointment, the Ryan family had moved to Southern California before the end of that school year.
Unknown to Jimmy, 12-year-old budding beauty, Carolyn, had made out with his 15-year-old sister, Jennifer, at a sleepover. It had been an evening limited to kissing and boob play, but it had been Carolyn's first sexual experience with another girl... and she had liked it. Jennifer, a freshman in high school, went on to play "big girl" lesbian games with her 41-year-old JV soccer coach before moving out of the area.
Carolyn welcomed Jimmy's inquiries, and was genuinely happy to hear from him. Carolyn had often wondered what had happened to Jennifer and Jimmy. Jimmy could see by Carolyn's social media pictures that she had, unsurprisingly, turned into a strikingly beautiful young woman. His interest was rekindled.
Jimmy and Carolyn gave each other brief updates on what they've been doing for the past six or so years and exchanged cell phone numbers. Carolyn downplayed her triumphs as a Novato High Song Girl and Homecoming Queen. She wasn't sure why, but Carolyn also failed to mention to Jimmy that she was an "out" lesbian.
Jimmy let Carolyn know that his sister, Jennifer, was a senior at Loyola Marymount University. LMU was just a few short miles down the 405 freeway from UCLA's Westwood campus.
That night, searching through Carolyn's social media photo gallery, Jimmy found a recent picture of a string-bikinied Carolyn on the beach in Thailand. Lowering his boxer shorts, Jimmy began to pleasure himself with his hand as he gazed at Carolyn's nearly-nude, "blonde bombshell" body.
The next morning, Jimmy texted his sister that he had found Carolyn Powers on social media. Jimmy remembered that Jennifer and Carolyn had been very good friends when they were younger, and had several sleepovers in the years before Carolyn had seemingly bloomed overnight. Jimmy had no idea that his older sister, Jennifer, had tried to seduce the then-12-year-old budding beauty.
Jennifer had finally outed herself while attending LMU on a soccer scholarship. The revelation had been liberating, and not particularly surprising to her mother. It had been exhausting and nerve-wracking for Jennifer to keep her secret intact while also engaging in active, sometimes reckless lesbian relationships, including with predatory older women while still a teen.
LMU is a Jesuit (Catholic) university located in the Westchester area of West Los Angeles, not far from LAX. Surprisingly, for a seemingly conservative campus, LGTBQ students have their own school-funded community center and resources. Unsaid was that it was appreciated if the LGBTQ students didn't flaunt their sexuality nor act militantly on campus.
For Jennifer, it made sense to use her scholarship stipend to live off campus with other female student-athletes. Some were lesbians, some were not.
Waking up to attend an early class, Jennifer looked down at the naked body of a freshman softball player from Oklahoma. Finally, free from her conservative home, the sturdy 18-year-old first baseman had already made herself sexually available to a number of other amenable female students since arriving on the LMU campus over the summer.
Looking at her cell phone, Jennifer noticed a text from her younger brother, Jimmy. Jennifer decided that she would read it later.
Jennifer would have liked to have stuck around for a morning fuck with the newly-sexually active softball player. However, Jennifer didn't want to be late to class. To ensure discipline, her coach made soccer players run laps if they were found to be late to a class.
After quickly dressing, applying makeup, and running a brush through her long, dark hair, Jennifer was ready to leave for the nearby campus. Slapping the fleshy, naked ass of the enticingly naked, freshman girk, Jennifer quietly informed the young softball player that it was nearly 8:00 a.m.
Jennifer was greatly surprised that Jimmy had been able to make contact with Carolyn after all of these years. Jennifer had thought about the pretty girl many, many times, but so much time had elapsed that Jennifer was almost embarrassed to try to get in touch with Carolyn after letting their friendship lapse a second time. Taking a deep breath, Jennifer dialed the cell phone number that she had received from her younger brother. There was no answer, so Jennifer left a message... and hoped.
Carolyn's phone had been turned off while she was in her biology class. As was her custom, she checked for any messages as soon as she exited the class. An unfamiliar phone number had left a voice mail. Retrieving the message, Carolyn heard a familiar voice: "Carolyn? Hi honey, this is Jennifer Ryan. Jimmy gave me your phone number. I hear that you're at UCLA? I think Jimmy told you that I'm in my last year at LMU.
"Listen, I'd really like to see you soon. When you have a chance, please call me at this number."
The two girls chatted excitedly, and it was if they were both still young girls talking amiably about whatever came to mind. Their absent years quickly melted away, and both women confessed their unconventional same-sex dating habits. Both seemed pleased that the other was publicly out of the closet, and that their respective parents had been accepting.
The girls agreed to dress up and go clubbing the following Saturday. Jennifer said she knew of a place where they could talk, dance, and have a few drinks without being hassled. Carolyn reminded Jennifer that she wasn't even 19 yet. "That won't be a problem," Jennifer said convincingly.
"Is this a date?" Carolyn cooed. "I hope so," said Jennifer.
Carolyn had once asked the same question to her former English teacher, Barbara Ross. Carolyn and Barbara had gone to see "Wicked" in San Francisco on their first date together, and eventually spent the night making passionate love with each other into the wee hours.
Jennifer picked up Carolyn at her fashionable Westwood apartment. Both women were in form-fitting designer dresses that were both alluring, and comfortable for an evening of dancing. Carolyn and Jennifer hugged for a long time in Carolyn's doorway. Each girl was genuinely delighted and excited to see the other.
Jennifer drove her late model Toyota sedan north on the 405 freeway as the two girls gleefully chatted. Rather than a nightclub, as Carolyn expected, Jennifer pulled up to a private home in the exclusive Brentwood area of West Los Angeles. Jennifer explained that they would be attending a party. Jennifer had been there before, and assured Carolyn that she would have a good time and enjoy meeting the other guests.
After knocking on the door, the two young women were ushered inside. The spacious rooms had been set up to resemble a nightclub, complete with colored lights, music, and a dance floor. As their eyes adjusted to the artificial light, they were greeted by their hostess, and owner of the home, Maud Walker. Seemingly attached to her hip was a pretty, slender, blonde girl who Carolyn estimated couldn't have been more than 16-years-old.
Maud was a fiftyish, powerful executive on the talent side of IMG. Her international firm represented actors, models, and sports personalities, some of whom were her guests that evening.
As Carolyn's eyes began to adjust to the change in lighting, Carolyn noticed that all of the guests and servants were women of varying ages. A lot of eyes now appeared to be focused on the two new guests. No small wonder. In heels, Carolyn and Jennifer each appeared to be over six feet tall.
Maud extended her hand, and Jennifer introduced her to Carolyn. "Carolyn and I grew up together," Jennifer explained about the UCLA sophomore. Shaking hands with the hostess, Carolyn turned her attention to Maud's young companion. "Hi, I'm Carolyn," the 18-year-old said with her charming smile. "This is Pamela," Maud said, speaking for the pretty teenage girl.
Carolyn eyed the young, slender blonde. After having sex with a 15-year-old French girl in Thailand, Carolyn was finding herself attracted to underage girls.
Carolyn had the distinct feeling the Maud and Jennifer had once been lovers, however briefly. Now, Carolyn could feel the older woman greedily undressing her with her eyes. She had had that feeling many times before from both men and women since she had been 12-years-old.
Carolyn was able to exit politely by asking Jennifer to dance. With the music pulsating, the tall, beautiful women began to move freely on the small dance floor. Carolyn could feel Maud's eyes laser-locked on her shapely ass as she danced. Carolyn teasingly shimmied her large, full breasts in Maud's direction.
There seemed to be few couples. Jennifer explained to Carolyn that most of the women came to the party to meet and hook up with other women. Jennifer told Carolyn that it was the most exclusive lesbian party in Los Angeles. The partners on the dance floor seemed to change with each new song as beautiful women danced with other beautiful women. Older women hungrily pursued younger ones in the large Brentwood estate.
When the music shifted to a romantic ballad, Carolyn took 21-year-old Jennifer into her arms. Their bodies clung together tightly as they swayed gently to the music. Jennifer's slender, athletic body melted against Carolyn's. Carolyn loved romantic slow dancing, and she and her 38-year-old lover, Barbara Ross, often danced together in a warm embrace at Barbara's Novato home.
As Carolyn and Jennifer slow danced, two women approached them and asked if they could cut in. The girl who danced with Carolyn introduced herself as Dani. She was a petite, aspiring actress of about 25. Dani's eyes never seemed to drift from Carolyn's ample cleavage, eventually resting her head on Carolyn's breasts as they slowly swayed.
Jennifer was dancing with a redhead who was in her middle thirties. Carolyn didn't catch her name, but it seemed pretty clear that they knew each other, and they chatted amiably as they danced.
As Jennifer had explained, the point of the evening was to meet new people. Carolyn and Jennifer danced or conversed with virtually every woman at the party. Both girls had a grand time, and had exchanged phone numbers with a couple of the prettier guests.
Looking around, the two college girls suddenly realized that there were among the last people at the party. Many of the other guests had already paired off and left together for the evening. Jennifer suggested to Carolyn that it was probably time to leave. Saying gracious goodbyes to the few remaining guests, Carolyn noticed Maud had her tongue deeply into Pamela's mouth, and Maud's hand was caressing one of the young girl's small, exposed breasts. Carolyn had learned that Pamela was a 15-year-old aspiring pro tennis player, and the current favorite plaything of the powerful IMG executive.
As Jennifer and Carolyn thanked Maud for a wonderful evening, Maud looked at the beautiful college girls and said, "You are always welcome here. In fact, you would be most welcome to stay with Pamela and I tonight," Maud purred as she stroked Carolyn's hand. The blonde 15-year-old looked dreamily at the two college girls before returning to Maud's kisses.
Jennifer diplomatically declined Maud's invitation, promising "Some other time, for sure. It's just that Carolyn and I haven't seen each other in years."
Getting back into Jennifer's car, Carolyn surprised the older girl with a passionate kiss on the lips. "That was a lot of fun," Carolyn said. "Let's go back to my place," Carolyn suggested, much to Jennifer's delight.
The short drive from Brentwood to Westwood seemed to take forever as the two college girls were amped up to have sex after attending the lesbian party with so many pretty women.
Opening her apartment door, Carolyn kissed Jennifer in the entranceway as they scrambled to undress. Their dresses, shoes, and purses were scattered as they practically ran to the bed naked. Jennifer looked at her blonde, buxom, younger friend and said: "I've wanted to fuck you since you were in the 6th grade." "Well, tonight is going to be your lucky night," Carolyn replied with a lascivious smile as she squeezed one of Jennifer's naked breasts.
It was all a tangle of arms and legs as the two young women anxiously pawed each other before eventually arriving with their legs intertwined in the scissor position. The two long-limbed girls at first gently rubbed their pussies together. As if that was inadequate, Carolyn and Jennifer began to slam their crotches together with an unbridled fury as their hands held on to hair, necks, and breasts in their frenzy.
Eventually breaking off the tribbing, Jennifer eagerly placed her head between Carolyn's legs. Jennifer looked at Carolyn's body with awe and wonder as she petted the blonde's golden pubic hair. Jennifer's initial tender licks soon turned more forceful as she hardened her tongue and began to make rapier-like thrusts into Carolyn's 18-year-old pussy.
Jennifer's tongue moved with metronome-like precision as she devoured Carolyn's pussy. As Carolyn began to cum, she held on to Jennifer's dark hair as her body began to spasm from her orgasm. Jennifer didn't let up as she could feel Carolyn's beautiful body against her face, quivering with satisfaction.
Crawling up Carolyn's nude body, the two former friends tenderly embraced as if six years had not passed by. Both girls caressed boobs, backs, and hips as they tongue-kissed for a prolonged period of time on Carolyn's bed.
With Jennifer lying prone on her stomach, Carolyn repositioned herself on the bed, straddling Jennifer's thighs as she rubbed the soccer player's back and muscular, athletic ass. Jennifer purred softly at Carolyn's deft touch.
Sliding her way down Jennifer's legs, Carolyn encouraged her older friend to place her body over her knees and to rest her head on a pillow. Carolyn then began to kiss and caress Jennifer's upraised rear end before enthusiastically, if awkwardly, trying to hump her beautiful 21-year-old friend.
Jennifer began to laugh as Carolyn inexpertly slammed her crotch against Jennifer's rear end. Carolyn silenced Jennifer by inserting her finger into Jennifer's rectum, causing the dark-haired girl to reflexively clench her butt cheeks tightly.
Carolyn persisted with her impatient finger, jabbing it in and out before involving her tongue. Carolyn began to bathe Jennifer's anus with her active tongue before inserting it as deeply as she could. Jennifer clutched the bed clothes as the young blonde bombshell alternated between licking her anus and her pussy until Jennifer collapsed on the bed with a powerful orgasm.
The two college girls made passionate love for hours before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Promising to hook up again soon, Jennifer drove back the next morning to her off-campus residence. Wearing the same dress from the previous evening, she was met by the knowing hoots and catcalls of her room mates who knew that she had obviously hooked up with some girl the night before.
As Carolyn transferred the contents of her small clutch purse into her school bag, she noticed a carefully folded piece of paper with the phone number of Maud Walker. Written on the note were these words: "Call us! Maud & Pamela XOXOXO."
Pretty, 15-year-old Monique Laurent returned to her exclusive, all-girls Parisian boarding school. Monique was a slender, petite girl of 5'2", with a cute pixie-cut on her dark hair. Monique's skin was now a deep, golden brown after spending an extended part of the summer with her mother at the same upscale Thai beach resort where the lesbian couple, Carolyn Powers and Barbara Ross had vacationed.
Monique's school friends all commented on her new, deep tan. The teenager explained, to the envy of some of her classmates, that she had gone to a beachfront resort in Thailand. Monique chose not to reveal that she had lost her virginity there to not only a beautiful, blonde 18-year-old named Carolyn, but she had generously offered her young, clean-shaven pussy to a bevy of other lesbian women, of varying ages, during her Thai vacation. Monique's mother had enjoyed her own lesbian assignations, in some cases sharing the same women with her teenage daughter.
Many of Monique's classmates noticed that the young girl had returned more confident and outwardly chatty and social. As Monique moved her things back into her two-person room, the 15-year-old became aware that she was gaining the eye of some older, pretty girls, who were now openly flirting with her.
Monique had been informed by the school headmistress that she would have a new roommate this term. It was to be a younger, Belgian girl, named Lili Mertens.
Lili proved to be a very young-looking blonde 13-year-old, with a single, braided pigtail that nearly reached her shoulder blades. Like Monique's mother who had to travel a lot internationally, Lili's father had a position in the Belgian government which caused him to visit other European Capitols regularly. Lili's mother had passed away when she was a little child, so her father felt that he had no choice but to send his only child to a boarding school, promising to visit often.
It was an unpopular decision with Lili. For many years it had just been her and her father. Now, she felt that he was abandoning her in order to further his career.
Monique greeted Lili with a smile and a friendly hug. The older girl helped Lili with organizing her clothes and school things. Classes would begin the following day. Lili was of middle school age, and would be in La quatrieme, the equivalent of 8th grade. Monique would be receiving the equivalent of a 10th grade, high school education in La seconde.
It was a warm summer night as the two new roommates bedded down to sleep. Each was anxious about their next day of classes as they laid in their small, single beds.
As Monique stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep, she heard a soft, whimpering sound coming from the nearby other bed. Rising from her bed, Monique could see that the younger girl's eyes were wet with tears.
Urging Lili to scoot over in the small bed, Monique wrapped her arms around the frightened 13-year-old, whispering reassuringly in her ear, "It's going to be alright. You'll see. I'm here with you."
Kissing Lili on the cheek and stroking her golden-blonde pigtail, the teenage girls managed to eventually drift off to sleep while they snuggled together tightly.
La quatrieme, or 10th grade, is traditionally the first year of high school in the French system. Accustomed to having been just another middle school girl, Monique no longer felt invisible among the older girls. Her tan and her exotic Thai vacation had made her the talk of the school.
Simone Barre was an attractive, popular, 12th grader (La terminale). Pulling Monique aside, the pretty teenager playfully tousled Monique's pixie-cut hair before engaging the 15-year-old in conversation. Before that day, Monique wasn't sure that she'd ever exchanged more than "hellos" with the leggy, beautiful 17-year-old. Simone had even touched Monique's face, saying that she was "pretty."
It had been a great day for Monique as she bounded back to her shared room. Lili was already there. Lili's first day had been nerve-wracking for the petite, young-looking 13-year-old, but she had survived. Lili greeted Monique happily with a firm hug and a kiss on each cheek.
For the next couple of weeks, Lili invited the pretty 15-year-old to share her small bed. Both enjoyed the warmth and cuddling. Despite Monique's proclivity for female sexual companionship, Monique hadn't made an untoward move. Monique felt that Lili was still too young and inexperienced for her to take advantage of Lili's obvious vulnerability.
With their bodies pressed tightly together each night, Monique would give her cute, blonde, 8th grade roommate a single, chaste, reassuring kiss on the lips before drifting off to sleep.
Simone's flirtations with 15-year-old Monique were now unmistakable. Simone slipped the younger girl a note asking her to meet her at a secluded campus alcove at 3:45 p.m. Monique knew that the alcove had been used for decades as a place for girls to share secrets or to even discreetly make out and fondle one another.
Monique practically floated to the secluded meeting spot that afternoon. Her young mind was racing. Simone was by far the prettiest girl in the boarding school. In a different way, she was every bit as sexy as Carolyn, Monique thought.
While Carolyn was the California blonde-bombshell type, 5'11" Simone had the glamorous looks of a slender fashion model, straight off the pages of Elle magazine.
Monique had arrived at the alcove first. She loosened her school necktie, and immodestly unbuttoned two buttons of her white school blouse, revealing just a hint of her lacy white bra and tan cleavage of her budding breasts.
12th graders at the boarding school are allowed a great deal more personal freedom than their younger peers. Simone, and most of the other 12th grade girls were allowed to hem their school skirts well above knee level. Unlike the other girls her age, Simone chose to wear neither knee socks or pantyhose. Her legs were long and lean, and she enjoyed showing them off enticingly to the spellbound schoolgirls who idolized her.
With no boys at the school, Simone had long enjoyed teasing the more obvious lesbians with her charm and good looks. That included some of the female faculty.
Several girls and even some women had already made passes at Simone, particularly when she was younger and perhaps more susceptible. Teasing, then disappointing her female sexual suitors had all been part of her fun. Simone had never even allowed a single girl to kiss her.
Now that Simone was clearly atop the student body food chain at the boarding school, Simone could see that girls were now too intimidated to approach her in that way.
While Simone preferred boys, they were simply unavailable in her final year of high school. Simone now understood that her vexing games had simply removed any opportunities for more intimate companionship during her prior school years.
After talking to some other European girls over the summer who had also attended all-girls boarding schools, Simone had learned the English phrase, "LUG." Which meant "Lesbian Until Graduation." Simone was anxious to have sex, so the idea sounded suddenly appealing to the pretty, 17-year-old. Surely, Simone thought, there was a pretty girl back at her boarding school who would be eager to spend the school year with her face between Simone's long, slender legs.
Returning to school in September, Simone was surprised that her sexual attraction soon seemed to focus almost exclusively on the tiny, 5'2" 10th grader, Monique Laurent.
Of course, Simone remembered the younger girl from the previous year. Monique, like most 9th graders at the time, had made little impression on the beautiful, statuesque upperclassman, Simone.
There was now something unique about Monique. Despite being nearly a foot shorter than Simone, the younger girl now seemed more charming and self-assured upon returning to campus. Her deep tan and shapely slender legs gave Monique a sexy, exotic quality that separated her from the other European girls at the school.
Monique's breath was nearly taken away when Simone seemed to arrive at the alcove out of nowhere. If possible, Simone looked more beautiful to the 15-year-old than she had ever seen her. The breeze seemed to magically blow her long, brunette hair sexily, like a large fan on a photo shoot.
Simone reached for both of Monique's hands as she spoke to the younger girl like a longtime friend, rather than a faceless underclassman.
Unbeknownst to Simone, Monique had recently become very sexually experienced in the art of lesbian love, while Simone was completely inexperienced as she fumbled in her verbal efforts to seduce the 10th grader. Simone could hear herself mumbling incoherently as she tried to ascertain whether the 15-year-old would allow her to kiss her there in the alcove.
As Simone continued to stutter and stammer while trying to express her intentions with the younger girl. Monique raised herself on her tiptoes and planted a seductive kiss on Simone's lips. Monique could see Simone's eyes widen with surprise and delight as she leaned in to give Monique a tender kiss of her own.
Monique eagerly reciprocated, and soon Simone was receiving her first-ever French kiss from the petite 10th grader. As their tongues skirmished frantically under the cover of the alcove, Monique placed Simone's hand beneath her partially unbuttoned blouse. The older girl clumsily pawed at Monique's lacy bra.
Although the headmistress and staff knew that lesbian behavior was undoubtedly taking place at the school, they certainly couldn't condone any public displays of girl-girl affection. It had been rumored that a few years prior that two girls had been expelled when caught having sex. Although no one seemed to be around any longer who had witnessed the expulsion nor knew the girls names, it still remained a persistent threat. The more active lesbian couples had to be creative in order to find alone time together.
Knowing that even their time of being in the alcove undetected was limited, the two high school girls continued to kiss passionately, Monique's busy hands caressed Simone's back. Simone looked in all directions as her hand at last bored beneath Monique's A-cup bra, fondling an unseen erect nipple.
Arrangements were hastily made for Monique to join Simone in her room later that night.
One of the perks of being a 12th year student at the boarding school was having a private room for the first time. While it was couched to the girls that the personal freedom and lack of bed checks was a first step toward independence and adulthood in the real world, others felt that it was simply an acknowledgement that same-sex partnerships would be allowed to take place among the older girls with very limited fears of interference.
Over the years, Simone had seen how some of the more predatory 12th grade girls had developed a near-concubine system with some of the prettier 8th and 9th grade middle schoolers, passing them between each other like so many soccer balls.
Simone had not wanted to be one of those girls, and had successfully resisted numerous amorous entreaties. As she got older and sexier, rebuffing her older lesbian pursuers had become a fun game for pretty, Simone.
Now, she had just invited a willing 15-year-old to join her in her bed. Was Simone now the sexual predator that she had once abhorred?
Like each night before after bed check, 13-year-old Lili opened her bedclothes and invited her roommate, Monique, to snuggle with her. For the first time, Monique said, "I can't."
Monique offered no other explanation. Lili, worried that she had done or said something wrong, but didn't press the 15-year-old teen for an answer. Lili simply rolled her petite body over, and stared wordlessly at her wall in the darkened room.
After several minutes, Lili heard a creaking sound coming from Monique's bed. As their room door opened, Lili assumed that Monique was getting something to drink or heading to the bathroom. Lili soon fell asleep, alone in her bed.
Looking both ways as she entered the empty hallway, Monique quietly walked up the stairs to the 12th grade dorm rooms. Monique was wrapped in a short, summer robe, and knew that she had no plausible explanation for being on that floor if challenged.
Responding to the prearranged signal of one quiet knock followed by two quiet knocks, Simone answered her dorm room door wearing a shear, black negligee. Simone's small brown breasts were clearly visible through the transparent fabric as she boldly gave Monique a welcoming kiss.
Taking off her short robe, Monique was wearing a simple, thigh-length cotton nightshirt, which she quickly removed to Simone's visible delight. Monique's tan, still-developing young breasts were cone-shaped and pointy, and her brown nipples were already pleasingly erect.
Standing in the room, Monique was now wearing just a small pair of pink, thong panties. The little strap of fabric disappeared alluringly between her firm, petite butt cheeks. The inexperienced 17-year-old beauty seemed frozen as she admired Monique's tan, nearly-naked body.
Quickly realizing that she would need to take the lead in their lesbian play, Monique fell to her knees and began kissing her way up Simone's feet and long, slender legs. Simone was visibly trembling as the short-haired teen slowly and seductively worked her way up towards Simone's virgin pussy.
Lowering Simone's sexy black panties, Monique was greeted by Simone's thick, dark, untrimmed bush. Finding her way through the thatch with her fingers, Monique's tongue swooped upon the 17-year-old's puffy pussy with a frenzied passion which surprised, and somewhat scared the inexperienced older girl.
As Monique's tongue and fingers feverishly assailed Simone's pussy, it was now clear that the 15-year-old was the one doing the seducing. Monique's hands squeezed Simone's slender butt cheeks as her tongue enthusiastically worked manically on the 17-year-old virgin.
Simone's legs visibly quivered as Monique's tongue began to intently focus on Simone's clit. Simone's only conversation was quiet moans and grunts as the younger girl penetrated her pussy lustily. Simone flinched noticeably when Monique's small, slender finger made brief contact with her rectum. "Later," Monique thought. "Later."
Simone's first orgasm was a revelation. She had fingered herself before, but the sensation was completely unlike the orgasm that she had just experienced from Monique's apparently experienced tongue.
Petite Monique crawled beneath Simone's sheer black negligee. Simone giggled as the 5'2" girl pressed her small, conical breasts against Simone's stomach as she licked and sucked the 17-year-old's diminutive, A-cup tits.
Removing her negligee, Simone tossed it aside and pressed Monique tightly against her lean, naked body. Lifting the much smaller girl in the air, the two teenagers giggled as Simone carried her to the bed.
Monique remained in control, kissing and licking her way up and down Simone's slender body as she wildly finger-fucked the 5'11" 17-year-old to another explosive orgasm.
After tongue-kissing the older teen, Monique placed one of her small, cone-shaped breasts enticingly close to Simone's face. Simone took the bait, practically taking the entire tanned breast into her eager mouth as she happily sucked one breast while fondling the other.
After a continued round of impulsive, heated foreplay, Monique laid back on the bed, raised her knees and opened her legs. Stroking her pussy as an invitation to lick it, Monique asked. "Have you ever done it before?" Monique, embarrassed, admitted that she hadn't. "Don't worry," Monique reassured the older girl, "You'll do fine." Monique inserted a finger into her pussy in anticipation as the tall, older girl crawled towards her.
Simone looked down at Monique's carefully shaven young pussy. She was unsure of how and where to begin. Monique reassured the 17-year-old, and gently pulled Simone's head toward her crotch.
Simone gave a tentative lick, then a second, followed by a third. Monique's pussy tasted sweet to Simone and her assuredness began to grow. Soon she was licking and thrusting her tongue blissfully into the 15-year-old's pussy as they made love until the early morning.
Simone rested naked on the bed as Monique began to dress and return to her room. Expecting to seduce the waifish 15-year-old, Simone was surprised that Monique had taken charge and turned the tables on her, exuberantly fucking her in almost every way imaginable. "Where did you learn all of that?" Simone asked. Rather than answering, Monique briefly returned to the bed to give Simone a final kiss for the evening.
Quietly returning to her room, Monique could see that the 13-year-old Belgian girl was fast asleep. Trying not to wake her young friend, Monique gave the 8th grade girl a soft kiss on the cheek before crawling into her own bed for some much-needed sleep.
End of Part 4.
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