Deidre is the single mother of a 1 1/2 year old child. She had split from her boyfriend before the child was born and was finally ready to go back to work. She worried that no one would hire a black woman who'd been out of work for two years, but knew she had the educational experience to get a job at an advertising firm somewhere. As she steps foot out of the bath, the doorbell rings. "That must be Julie," she thought. She rushes to grab a robe and went to answer the door.
"Good afternoon Miss Boxer," says the shy girl at the door.
"Julie, I'm only 26. Not that much older than you. Please call me Deidre. Now come in." She ushers the girl into the house and closes the door behind her. Walking through the hall, she catches a glimpse of herself in the hanging mirror. "Not bad," she mutters. Though the robe covers up her curves, she is a good-looking woman. Her hair is braided and usually hits at her shoulders, but she plans to pin it up for the interview. She is of average height and though she is far from overweight, she is not rail-thin either. She has the kind of butt that is in fashion for the moments, and breasts that some people get surgery to have. As she enters the living room, she notices Julie anxiously standing with her book bang hanging in her hands. "Julie you can sit down. It's okay you know."
Julie laughs nervously and takes a seat on the couch. She is a mousy but cute girl, with glasses and curly brown hair.
"So Julie, how's your last year of high school going so far?"
"Oh, it's fine Ms. Boxer. I mean Deidre. Um...I'm shooting for valedictorian."
"That's nice Julie. Well, I'm glad you agreed to baby-sit for me. I really appreciate it."
"Well, I'm trying to save up some money for college, so this job will come in handy."
"You'll have a great time at college. I know I did."
"Oh, I don't know, the work will be a lot harder than it is now. I just hope I can handle it. I'm already taking five AP classes to prepare myself. In fact I brought some books with me, so I can get some studying done. "
"Mike is taking his afternoon nap, so he shouldn't be much trouble. Here let me clean off for you so you can lay your books out." As Deidre bends to clear of the coffee table, he robe parts slightly and her breasts become visible. Julie can't help but stare. Deidre notices her silence and follow her gaze. "Oh my god!" She tightens the belt on her robe. "I'm sorry about that Julie. I forgot I wasn't dressed. I'll be right back. "
While Deidre is gone, Julie sits stunned at what she just saw. She has never seen a naked woman before, but for some reason she felt a tingle between her legs at the sight of Deidre's breasts. Julie spends most of her time studying and doesn't get out of the house much. In fact, at 17 she's only had one boyfriend. His name was Myron and he was her lab partner. She slept with him once, in an effort to be like the gossiping girls from her gym class. She'd heard them talking about how great sex was and how much fun they had with their boyfriends. It wasn't like that with Myron, when he kissed her she felt that something was wrong. This feeling only got stronger after they had sex and she broke up with him, shortly after.
Deidre came bustling out of her bedroom, dressed in a pinstriped suit. "I'm late. Here is my cell phone number. I'll call you when my interview ends. Bye." She runs out the door and drives into the city. The interview goes great, so great in fact that they want her to stay and work on a practice campaign. If she can come up with a killer campaign by the end of the day tomorrow, the job is hers.
Julie is working on her laptop when she gets the call. Deidre will need her to stay late. She calls her mother to let her know, then she gets back to work. Every once in a while images of Deidre's breast pop into her mind. "What is wrong with me?" She can feel something ooze from her pussy. Julie is just about to reach her hand down...when...Keys in the door.
"Hello," Deidre calls down the hall.
"I'm in the living room Miss B- Deidre."
Deidre walks in looking at her watch. "I am sorry it's so late. I was working on a project. In fact, it's still not done, but it's already 12:30 and I knew you were probably tired."
Julie stand up, "It's not a problem. It's just that I don't have a car and the buses have stopped running for the night."
"Well you can stay here. I have a spare room and in the morning I will drive you home."
"If you're sure it's not a problem, I'll have to call and check with my mother though. But if it's okay, then I get more work done. It's nice and quiet here."
After Julie's mom has okayed the plan. Julie goes into the guest room where Deidre had laid out an oversized shirt for her to sleep in. The shirt drops down to her knees. She pads down the hall and brings back her books, which she lays on the desk in the room. There's a knock and then the door opens.
"I just wanted to make sure everything was okay."
Julie runs to put on her coat.
"Are you going somewhere Julie?"
"No ma'am. But I don't have a robe, and I was trying to cover up. I mean- I'm not dressed."
"Good night Julie."
"Ms...Deidre, I was wondering if you can wake me up tomorrow. I see you have an alarm clock in here, but I am a seriously heavy sleeper. Alarms never wake me. Actually, there have even be times where my mom has had to pour water on me to get me up" Julie laughs and snorts.
"Well I don't know about the water thing, but sure I can wake you. I'll be up most of the night working on this project for work. Let me know if you need anything."
That night, Deidre comes up with a few ideas for changes on her campaign. "I wonder if Julie would mind me using her computer." She walks toward Julie's room and calls her name through the door. No answer. She knocks. No answer. Deidre opens the door and calls louder, "Julie!" Julie doesn't stir. "She wasn't kidding; she really is a deep sleeper." Deidre goes to the computer at the desk and turn it on. As the rebooting melody plays on the computer, she checks on Julie, but she is still asleep. It turns out one program is open and a message pops up about saving. "I'll just save this for her." When Deidre maximizes the word processing program, it becomes clear that it is some type of journal. Deidre is shocked to see that the passage is about her:
"When Ms. Boxer's robe fell open this afternoon, I felt something happen in the pit of my stomach. My mouth became dry and I couldn't stop staring at those beautiful chocolate globes. I wondered what it would be like to lick at them. Oh my god, I can't believe I am writing this. I hope she comes home soon. I just want to finish studying and go home."
Deidre sat there, stunned. "Is little, timid Julie a lesbian?" She couldn't believe it, but an ember began to stir in her mind and her pussy. She recalled her one and only experience with a woman.
It was back in college. Her roommate, Michelle, was upset about being dumped by her boyfriend and had spent most of the day locked in their room crying. Deidre had stayed by her side to comfort her, until she got a call from her own boyfriend. Charlie had said he was comer over later that night and asked her to keep the door open. Michelle decided she wanted to be alone and left the room. The time ticked by and Deidre began to feel sleepy. "That asshole." It wasn't the first time he stood her up and everyone wondered why she put up with his shit. A little while later, she felt hand kneading at her breast and her nipple was sucked into a warm mouth. "Mmmmm," she moaned in her sleep. The lips trailed a path down to the growing wet spot between her legs. As a finger pinched her nipple, she woke up to see a head under her covers. Two hands were rolling her nipples into hard tingling points. Pulling them out, the fingertips were moving up and down the base of the nubbins causing them to swell to the pint of bursting.
"Charlie? Seh," she gasped, feeling a tongue flick at her clit. "OH GOD, Charlie!"
The fingers moved down to spread her brown lips and reveal the pink hardening bud of her clit. The tongue lapped at the clit over and over, while Deidre thrashed in the bed.
"Charlie, what has gotten in to you. Oh lover, it's never been this good. I want to watch you eat me Charlie!" As Deidre tosses back the covers, it's not Charlie but a blond head that she sees.
"Michelle!?" Deidre tries to push her roommate off, but Michelle had a tight hold of her buttocks and just then she sucks Deidre's clit into her mouth.
"AHHHHH!!!" Deidre began shaking. She no longer cared who it was down there. She just knew that the tongue lashing and deep sucking was too much for her to bear, but yet she doesn't want it to stop. "Oh forgive me Charlie, I'm cumming." Her hips bounced up and down all over Michelle's mouth. Michelle had a good suction grip on her clit and managed to continue sucking through all the movement.
"Yes. Yes. I'm cumming Shelly, all over your tongue. Oh you sneaky girl. Suck me. Suck ME!!!!!!!!" With that Deidre came hard and passed out.
She woke to a finger sliding in and out of her pussy and a tongue back at her clit. She looked down to see her breasts shining from the remnants of oral attention.
"Shelly, no."
But this just made Michelle insert another finger, and Deidre could only groan her satisfaction. She could feel the fingers pressing against her pussy walls and the cum just gushed out of her.
She began moaning, "I can't believe you are licking my pussy."
For the first time Michelle spoke, " I need you tonight, Please don't push me away."
Deidre looked down at her friend's cum-drenched face. "I won't," she promised.
"Talk to me please. I need to cum. I need to feel close to someone."
"I love the way your fingers feeling in my pussy. Do you like fucking me Shelly?"
"Oh Yes! You are so hot. You have no idea what it's been like to be next to you all these nights!"
"Well we have tonight, so get back down there and show me how much you want me."
Michelle, once again began to move the fingers in Deidre's pussy.
"Yes!! Deeper, Shelly!"
Michelle's mouth went back Deidre's clit, her teeth lightly grazed it. "Oh FUCK!!!!" Deidre cries out. She didn't care about the other people on the dorm hearing. She was out of control. Her whole body started quaking. A warmth started in her stomach and spread down to her loins.
"I'm so close! So fucking close! Oh baby what you do to me."
Michelle withdrew her fingers and began lightly slapping Deidre's pussy and clit.
"AHHHHH! Cum. Making me cum. Can't stop, hurts so good. SHIT!!"
She babbled as her body tensed. With one last shake, she passed out again. While she slept, Michelle frigged herself to a climax whispering Deidre's name.
The next morning, she looked over to Michelle's bed to find it empty. She drew her hands down to her pussy as she remembered what had happened the night before. Was she sorry? Hell no, it was the best come she had ever had. But she was confused. She wanted to talk to Michelle about it, but she was nowhere to be found. Finally she saw a letter on her desk.
"Sorry about last night. I didn't mean to take advantage of you. I guess you've figured out by now. There was no boyfriend. It was my 'friend' Donna who broke up with me. I don't know if I can look you in the eye after what I did, so I've put in for a dorm transfer. Again I am sorry."
Charlie called later on that night to apologize. "Don't worry about it, I ended up having more fun hanging out with the girls," Deidre said, hanging up on him. She saw Michelle on campus a few times, but the girl always seemed to be hurrying away from her. Deidre dumped Charlie and date a guy on the football team until graduation.
Deidre snaps back to the present time highly aware that she had been squeezing and releasing her thighs. She hadn't thought about her old roommate in a quite a while. Now this young girl has a crush on her and the memory comes flooding back. All at once she is desperately horny. She rises and walks toward the sleeping Julie...
To be continued