THE LITTLE GIRL NEXT DOOR - PART 2
This is a work of lesbian fiction. None of the characters or scenarios ever existed. If you are offended by age different lesbian sexual relationships, please stop reading now.
(Lesbian High School)
Carly Locke could feel the warm sunlight beaming on her from an east-facing window as she slowly shook the haziness of sleep from her waking brain. Lying naked in the bed, the beautiful, sun-streaked brunette couldn't quite recognize where she was until she saw Sammi Thompson, a 25-year-old graduate student and T.A. covering her small, naked breasts with a UCLA t-shirt as she continued to dress for her classes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, Carly." Sammi leaned over the bed and gave the former high school homecoming queen a good morning kiss on the lips, and playfully squeezed one of Carly's bare breasts. The morning haze lifting, Carly began to remember having sex the prior night with the tall, former UCLA volleyball player. Carly realized that she was in Sammi's graduate dorm suite bed.
Knowing that she didn't have a class until 10:00 a.m., Carly attempted to fall back to sleep when she heard Sammi say, "I left you some coffee. Be sure to lock up when you leave."
College had been a sexually liberating experience for the beautiful freshman lesbian. An Earth and Environmental Science major at UCLA, Carly had soon upon arrival joined the on-campus Queer Alliance. Carly's association quickly turned into a lesbian dating vehicle as the beautiful, 18-year-old brunette was greatly sought after by UCLA's pussy-craving lesbian and bi-curious female student body.
Sammi had picked up Carly at a party the prior night, and Carly had quite willingly fallen into the older, lesbian girl's bed. Carly knew that she was a little out of control sexually, but she wasn't quite ready to settle down with a single girlfriend when there was so much willing pussy out there.
Following Carly's graduation from small-town John Adams High School, the once-closeted lesbian had ticked several personal items off of her things-to-do list before making her cross-country sojourn to UCLA. Some things in her life she was proud of, some things not so much so.
Among her regrets was predatorily seducing her pretty, blonde, 13-year-old next-door neighbor, Kimmie Graves. Kimmie was undoubtedly a willing participant, and the sex had been great, but Carly wondered if she should have resisted. More so, she wondered if it had been such a good idea to introduce the young girl, not yet in high school, to her 32-year-old former lover, and high school English teacher, Miss Simmons.
Breaking up with Miss Simmons had been difficult for Carly, although they both realized it would have to be done, with Carly going off to college 3,000 miles away. Miss Simmons had been a skillful and caring secret lover to the high school girl. Miss Simmons had taught Carly well in the art of lesbian love, and Carly fully intended to use what she had learned now that she was in more sexually open Southern California. Carly had spent many a happy Saturday afternoon naked in Miss Simmons' bed, wrapped in her teacher's arms, with her head resting comfortably on Miss Simmons' soft, ample breasts.
Carly's hand absently drifted to rub her pussy as she remembered her happy afternoons of making love with Miss Simmons, and her English teacher's mature, naked body, and 38-D breasts.
Finally confessing to her friends that she was a lesbian had been a frightening ordeal for Carly. Confused and surprised were the most common reactions from the girls. Carly had gone to great lengths in her four years of high school to remain in the closet, including going on dates with boys, being a high school song girl, and eventually being elected as Homecoming Queen.
Carly tearfully apologized to all, and wondered how many of those "friends" would choose to stay in touch with her now that her truth was out?
Telling her hard-kept secret to her parents was something that Carly had been dreading for years. However, she knew that she had to do it before she left for college. Her parents were not as shocked as Carly had feared. They figured it helped to explain why the pretty song girl and Homecoming Queen had never had a real boyfriend. Carly was never asked if she had been physically involved with another girl, and Carly didn't offer any additional information beyond explaining that she had always known that she was attracted to girls.
Carly's parents didn't need to know about her tongue-fucking the anus of her tow-headed 13-year-old next-door neighbor, nor about her lesbian sex-filled Saturday afternoons with her 32-year-old female English teacher.
Now, wide-awake, and pouring herself a cup of coffee, Carly began to reminisce.
Carly always knew that she was secretly attracted to girls. As a young preteen searching the internet in her bedroom, Carly would pull up bikini pictures of her favorite female stars like Miley Cyrus, Peyton List, and Selena Gomez.
She had never been a tomboy, only reluctantly playing soccer when she was younger. Carly had always been a pretty and feminine girl. By high school, Carly was a budding beauty and was encouraged to try out for the JV cheer squad, which was for freshman and sophomore girls. Varsity cheer and song was for junior and senior girls. It was unsaid, but the prettiest girls were always on the song squad.
The routines were easy for Carly. Her good looks and friendly personality made her a popular freshman girl, even attracting older high school boys with her obvious charms. Making up the lie that she wasn't allowed to date yet, the closeted 14-year-old was able to keep the boys away during her freshman year.
By sophomore year, Carly had physically filled out and was a bona fide beauty. Again, a JV cheerleader, Carly had been surprised by being elected a sophomore homecoming princess. She further stunned her peers by allowing a studious, openly gay sophomore boy to escort her to the homecoming dance. Carly, bravely let others speculate about her motivation. The boy turned out to be a good dancer, and Carly had a fun night dancing with her friends as well.
Carly was 15 during her sophomore year. It was becoming harder and harder to repress her lesbian sexual desires. Being in a locker room with dozens of attractive, naked, teenage girls was becoming frustrating and oppressive.
Bridgette Masters, a sturdy, attractive, senior first baseman on the John Adams softball team had recently taken a friendly interest in the pretty, brunette sophomore.
Like Carly, Bridgette was an exceptional student. Her good grades and athletic ability had enabled her to earn a full athletic scholarship to the University of Texas in the fall. Carly was eager to glean the wisdom of the attractive 17-year-old senior who seemed well on her way to personal success.
Carly was very aware that Bridgette could be "handsy" during their many conversations, but wasn't overly concerned. All of their conversations had been in very public settings, and Bridgette's hands had never gone too far.
Carly had several times fantasized about making love to the tall, athletic, senior girl, but was genuinely unsure if the older teen was just tactile, and someone who liked to touch, or if she was, like Carly, into girls.
There had been a school assembly earlier that day, and Carly was in her red, white, and blue Patriots JV cheer uniform. Walking by the 8th period softball practice which was just ending, Carly was hailed by Bridgette who was exiting the field, a bat bag with her softball equipment was in her hand.
Knowing that Carly was studying for the PSAT, Bridgette asked if the pretty, young brunette would like to go to her house to get an SAT study book that Bridgette had used. Carly eagerly accepted, and they walked to Bridgette's car.
Driving out of the school parking lot, Bridgette looked down to admire Carly's attractive, slender legs. Carly's cheer skirt had sexily risen up her smooth, upper thighs when she sat in the bucket seats of the older car.
Making the short drive to the apartment that she shared with her single mother, Bridgette parked in the street, explaining that her mother, an RN, worked the 3:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. shift at the local hospital. Three nights per week Bridgette was expected to fend for herself.
Declining a soda, Carly sat at the kitchen table as Bridgette went to her bedroom to collect the SAT study book. Placing the book before the 15-year-old, Bridgette pulled a chair up close to the sexily-dressed JV cheerleader as she leafed through the book. Placing her arm around the young teen and pulling her in closely, Bridgette pointed out the sections of the book that had been particularly helpful to her.
Suddenly, Bridgette said: "Carly, I really like you." "I like you too," replied Carly with a friendly smile, brushing her brunette bangs off of her eyes. "There's just something about you... You're just so pretty," Bridgette continued. Her arm still around the young girl, Bridgette began to rub Carly's bare arm. Carly looked curiously at the older high school girl.
Bridgette went on: "Would you hate me if I told you that I liked girls?" Looking back into Carly's eyes, Bridgette, getting nervous, asked, "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Carly innocently lowered her eyes. There were a few agonizing moments of silence before the 15-year-old quietly said, "I like girls too."
No longer stroking Carly's arm, Bridgette used her hand to turn the pretty cheerleader's face towards her and planted a gentle kiss on Carly's lips. It was if a switch had been flipped on inside of Carly's sexually repressed young body.
Eagerly returning the kiss, Carly's hands began to roam across Bridgette's muscular, athletic body. Bridgette was still wearing her dirt-stained softball uniform from practice. Emboldened by Carly's quick, unexpected participation, Bridgette attempted to tongue-kiss the willing 15-year-old. Carly had never before been French kissed, and awkwardly extended her tongue to the more experienced high school senior.
With her hand on Carly's slender thigh, and her mother not at home, Bridgette could see where things might develop with the young girl. Not wanting to be accused of anything improper with an underage girl which could impact her graduation and college scholarship, Bridgette slowed things down and looked seriously at Carly.
"You know, my mother won't be back for hours and hours," Bridgette intoned. "I would like to make love to you here and now, but I don't want to force you into anything that you don't want to do, or aren't ready for."
Bridgette had been turned out by her pretty, buxom, high school English teacher. Bridgette had never made love to a high school girl, and certainly didn't want a reluctant 15-year-old to later accuse her of lesbian rape. It could, Bridgette knew, ruin her life.
Carly got up from the chair, Bridgette was saddened that it appeared that Carly was going to leave. Instead, Carly sat on Brigette's lap. Her athletic, cheer-skirted little butt bore into Bridgette's thighs. Wrapping both arms around the older girl's head, Carly planted an open-mouthed kiss on the softball star.
Now beginning to tremble with anticipation, Carly said to Bridgette: "I've never done it before... but I want to. I really want to."
Bridgette tongue-kissed the young cheerleader, her eager hand slid up Carly's smooth, slender thighs until Bridgette's fingers made contact with Carly's cheer Spanx, eventually finding the small slit between Carly's legs. Bridgette gently rubbed Carly's pussy through the fabric of her undergarment.
Suddenly realizing that she hadn't showered after softball practice, Bridgette didn't want to repel the young girl with her sweaty, dirty body, and pleaded for "Just a couple of minutes" to take a quick shower before escorting the young girl to her bedroom.
Carly boldly surprised the high school senior when she sexily asked if she could join her in the shower. Bridgette reached for Carly's hand as she led the sophomore to the apartment bathroom.
Sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, Bridgette eagerly watched as the beautiful 15-year-old brazenly made a show out of undressing. Kicking off her athletic shoes and socks, Carly flauntingly removed her cheer top and tossed it into the hallway. Unzipping her pleated cheer skirt, it quickly joined her cheer top on the hallway floor. Carly began to sexily dance and gyrate her little body for Bridgette's libidinous benefit. Carly was now dressed in only a matching white sports bra and white Spanx.
Struggling to remove her tight sports bra, Carly shimmied her naked breasts at Bridgette, causing them both to laugh. Nervously, Carly lowered her cheer Spanx. There was no going back now. Carly's seductive brown pubic hair was carefully trimmed. Carly and the other young cheerleaders had been counseled to do so, lest some stray hairs embarrassingly emerged during a routine.
Bridgette removed her softball uniform faster than she had ever done in her life. Turning on the shower, Bridgette clutched Carly's naked breasts as they stepped into the shower.
At nearly 6' tall, the high school first baseman towered over the young JV cheerleader as Bridgette began to soap up Carly's lithe, naked body. Carly carefully positioned herself so as not to get her hair wet. Carly raised her arms as Bridgette liberally applied soap all over Carly's nubile body with her bare hands. Carly soon began to soap up Bridgette. Her hands lingered for a long time as they laboriously circled Bridgette's larger, more-adult breasts.
Rinsing Carly's taut, young body, Bridgette took the opportunity to suckle Carly's adolescent breasts. Bridgette's eager hands fondled Carly's pussy as the 15-year-old squirmed happily.
Pressing their naked, wet bodies together in the shower, Carly aggressively clutched Bridgette's meaty, athletic ass as they kissed. Bridgette noted that Carly's unpracticed kissing skills had already noticeably improved.
Barely taking time to towel off, Bridgette led Carly to her bed. Both girls were gloriously naked as they jumped on the bed giggling. The taller, older, muscular girl climbed on top of the younger girl, showering Carly with her enthusiastic kisses as she rubbed the entirety of her body against the smaller, sophomore cheerleader.
Bridgette kissed and licked her way down Carly's petite, young body before settling at the 15-year-old's virgin pussy. Carly breathed heavily knowing that her life would forever change. With no additional foreplay, Bridgette plunged deeply into Carly's pussy like a hungry lioness devouring a wildebeest.
Bridgette's dark ponytailed hair shook manically in all directions as she eagerly consumed Carly's virgin pussy. Carly was overwhelmed by the new, marvelous sensation of having her pussy eaten, and with such eagerness and ferocity by the high school senior softball player.
Carly reflexively held Bridgette's head as her whole body seemed to convulse and spasm as she experienced her first orgasm. Carly laid back and beamed with bottled-up pleasure. Sex with a girl was even more wonderful than she had dreamed.
Offering her young body to Bridgette as her personal playground, the older, experienced girl would introduce the gamut of lesbian sexual positions and uninhibited pleasure to her willing, 15-year-old love doll.
The remaining school year seemed to fly by for Carly. Whenever possible, she spent her time in Bridgette's bed. Attending the end of year graduation ceremonies, Carly was introduced to Bridgette's mother. Carly nervously wondered if the older woman could tell that she and Bridgette were lovers?
As the summer break started, Bridgette explained to her young plaything that as a scholarship athlete, she was expected to show up at the University of Texas much earlier than a normal student for conditioning and summer softball practice. Carly was heartbroken, she thought she had more time to spend with her older lover.
Carla was sobbing as Bridgette held her tightly and kissed her flushed cheeks. "What am I going to do without you?" Carly cried. Explaining that she wasn't leaving just yet, Bridgette suggested that she might have an idea.
It was an unseasonably warm June day. Picking up the soon-to-be junior in her car, Carly was curious when Bridgette's vehicle stopped in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
Knocking on the door of a small, suburban home, Carly was surprised to be let in by a Sam Adams High English teacher, Miss Simmons. Even more surprisingly, the teacher was dressed in a cleavage-revealing black kimono. At only 30-years-old, the young teacher had only been at Sam Adams for a couple of years, but had made quite an impression.
A buxom, 5'8" blonde, Miss Simmons had been a popular subject of teenage fantasies by the horny schoolboys of Sam Adams High. Miss Simmons and her big boobs had also not gone unnoticed by Carly either. She was certainly very attractive.
Bridgette was met by a chaste kiss on the cheek when she entered the home. Miss Simmons had never met Carly before, and gave her a friendly handshake as she was invited to sit down on the couch. Both girls politely refused ice tea. Carly was very confused as to why they were even there?
Carly's nervousness ratcheted up as Bridgette put a sexually possessive arm around her. Since they had started having sex with one another, both girls had been very careful to avoid any public displays of affection. It was impossible to ignore, but Carly hoped that the English teacher wouldn't discern that Bridgette was holding her like a girlfriend.
At last, the silence was broken when Miss Simmons spoke. "Carly, you're a very beautiful young girl. But can you keep a secret?" Carly was even more confused until Bridgette answered for her. "I can vouch for her. We've been hooking up for a couple of months, and Carly has always been 100% discreet."
Carly was red-faced and embarrassed. She had just been nonchalantly "outed" to a perfect stranger as a teen lesbian.
With Carly on the verge of humiliated tears, the two women continued to speak to the younger girl. "It may surprise you to know that Bridgette and I have been lovers for some time." Carly was shocked! Information was now coming to her more quickly than she could process it. She didn't know if she should be mad at Bridgette. She had always assumed that they were in an exclusive relationship, but had never really discussed it. Carly then thought, "Maybe Miss Simmons is mad at me for fucking her girlfriend?"
Miss Simmons was still talking: "Whether anything happens today or not, Carly, we're both counting on you to keep this knowledge to yourself. Do you understand?" Carly, teary-eyed, nodded her head that she understood. "But why? What does she want?" Carly asked herself.
"Our relationship," Miss Simmons said, looking at Bridgette, "Would undoubtedly result in my termination if discovered. It might even result in jail time for me. And now that Bridgette is 18, she could face similar problems due to your age differences."
Carly was not only confused, she was now worried. "What was this all about?"
"Bridgette has suggested that if you were amenable, we could all have some fun today. We would all have something to lose if things got out."
Carly was trembling with fear as she looked at the door. "Did Bridgette really expect me to come here and get fucked by this English teacher? I thought she loved me?"
"Naturally," intoned Miss Simmons, "Neither of us want you to do anything that you don't want to do."
With that, Bridgette stood up from the couch and approached the English teacher. Giving Miss Simmons an open-mouthed kiss, Bridgette opened the woman's black kimono and lowered it to the floor. Miss Simmons was completely naked as she stood alluringly in the middle of her living room.
Carly had no other way to describe it, Miss Simmons was BUILT. Carly had recently started browsing lesbian porn on her smartphone, and the only women she could compare Miss Simmons to was a younger, Brandi Love, a popular MILF who specialized in lesbian porn. Miss Simmons', massive, natural 38-D breasts stood proudly above her fit, muscled, frame.
Seizing one of the teacher's breasts with her hand, Bridgette said to Carly, "She's got the best tits at Sam Adams." Bending down, Bridgette took the large breast into her greedy mouth.
Carly briefly closed her eyes. She felt like she was floating out of her body, and that a strange carnival was happening all around her. Suddenly, she could feel herself rising from the couch. It was like something or someone else was controlling her teenage body as she walked dreamily toward the amorous pair. Wordlessly, Carly inserted the other of Miss Simmons' breasts into her now-willing mouth. Carly had just agreed to participate in the first lesbian threesome of her life.
The older women patted the heads of her teenage playthings as they lustily suckled on her breasts. Suggesting that they retire to her bedroom, Bridgette led her nervous 15-year-old lover to Miss Simmons' familiar bed.
On the hot afternoon, Bridgette and Carly were similarly dressed in tank tops and shorts. Bridgette quickly undressed as Carly stood seemingly frozen in the bedroom. Already nude, the older woman began to blissfully undress the young cheerleader.
Pulling the yellow tank top over Carly's head, the experienced older lesbian quickly unhooked Carly's bra with a one-handed flick. Carly was shivering noticeably as Miss Simmons' hands greedily pawed the budding breasts and nubile body of the beautiful teen.
Carly gasped when the teacher's hand descended beneath her white shorts and bikini panties. Feeling the trimmed fur of Carly's pubic hair, Miss Simmons gleefully rubbed the pussy lips of the lovely teen before lowering Carly's shorts and panties to the floor.
Carly didn't know why she was so apprehensive. She was no virgin, and had been more than willing to be sexually adventurous with Bridgette. Now, she felt as though she had never been more naked in her life. It was like she was on exhibition for the sexual pleasure of the older woman who had been fucking her girlfriend for God knows how long?
Carly knew that she could have left. She wondered what was compelling her to stay?
Bridgette's voice brought Carly out of her daze. Bridgette was sitting upright with her back leaning against the headboard as she beckoned Carly to join her. Bridgette was already bikini-tan lined although it was still very early in the summer. Her stomach muscles rippled as she sat in anticipation on the bed. Spreading her long, athletic legs, Bridgette called for Carly to join her.
Positioning the young girl sitting up between her legs, Bridgette began to fondle the 15-year-old. One hand squeezed her maturing breasts, while the other honed in on her youthful, trimmed pubic-haired pussy.
As Miss Simmons attentively looked on, Bridgette inserted a single finger into Carly's slit. Excited by having the prospect of having her two lovers at the same time, the softball player rapidly forced her middle finger in and out with a force and fury that Carly had never before experienced from her high school lover.
As Carly closed her eyes to absorb the strong, machine-like finger-fucking, she could feel Miss Simmons' soft lips encasing her hard, left nipple, as the English teacher licked and sucked on her blossoming breast.
Eventually kissing the young teen, Miss Simmons lowered her busty body in order to slide between Carly's slender legs. With Bridgette's finger still inside her, Carly could feel the older woman slowly and skillfully servicing her clit with her practiced tongue.
A powerful orgasm removed any of Carly's further apprehensions. The threesome was opening up new sexual avenues and experiences that Carly had never before imagined.
A reenergized Carly enthusiastically went down on the 30-year-old English teacher, aggressively feasting on her shaved pussy. Carly was on her knees, with her athletic, cheerleader ass pointed upwards, Bridgette, daringly, approached the 15-year-old from behind.
Knowing that it might be her last time with the beautiful JV cheerleader, Bridgette loving fondled Carly's athletic ass. Suddenly, Carly could feel Bridgette's lubricious tongue licking and penetrating her before-now untampered-with rectum.
Bridgette had temporarily lost any restraint. Swept up in the eroticism of the three-way lesbian, Bridgette was insatiable. Parting Carly's firm, adolescent butt cheeks with her strong hands, Bridgette buried her face, thrusting her tongue deeply, as if mining for gold.
Unperturbed, Carly maintained her focus on servicing Miss Simmons' pussy. The older school teacher pushed Carly's ponytailed head into her spread-legged crotch.
The three women would have a lasting memory of that afternoon. Bridgette would certainly have something to remember as she prepared to leave for college.
Bridgette's car was packed to the roof as she prepared to make the long drive to the Austin campus. Making one final stop before heading out on the road, Bridgette knocked on Miss Simmons' door. Welcomed into the house, she was also met by Carly.
Tearful hugs were exchanged during the short visit, with Bridgette saying that she hoped to be back from the University of Texas for a brief break over Christmas. Bridgette kissed Carly, then she kissed Miss Simmons goodbye.
The cheerleader and the school teacher stood silently in the living room for a few moments before Miss Simmons took Carly's hand and led her wordlessly to her bedroom.
Carly would become a Sam Adams High song girl during her junior and senior years. She would also be elected Homecoming Queen. Carly and Miss Simmons would remain discreet lesbian lovers for the two years.
The End of Part 2.
Please stay tuned for Part 3, when freshman, JV cheerleader, Kimmie Graves visits Miss Simmons.