Feature Writer: TKelly <[email protected]>
Feature Title: Vacation Bible School
Published: 21.06.2007 / This work is copyrighted 2012 to the author. It may be posted to non- commercial “free” sites, or in the “free” area of commercial sites so long as no changes are made to the content and the Author information is retained. Any other use of this work is by written permission of the Author only.
Story Codes: FF, Oral, Young, NC,
Synopsis: This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic depictions of underage, non-consensual and unprotected sex as well as incest, adultery, sodomy and bestiality. It is distributed on a website clearly identified as “For Adults Only”. Possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
Summary: Every year since I can remember, June has meant Vacation Bible School. This year’s session proved to be a little more interesting than any in the past when one of the mom’s started asking some questions about me. Curiosity may kill the cat but it can also lead to some new experiences with people you least expect.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – VBS and Me
Chapter 2 – Jill Confides in Me
Chapter 3 – Helping Jill to Feel Better
Chapter 4 – Jill Has Second Thoughts
Vacation Bible School
Chapter 1 – VBS and Me
For about as long as I can remember, I’ve been involved in a variety of church youth group activities. Sunday School, Pioneer Clubs, church camp, mission trips, Wednesday nights, you name it. As I got older and my interests turned more towards the boys, I quickly learned that church was also a great place to meet guys – and not just boys my age. Although most of the time it was just flirting and teasing, I knew a lot of the fathers kept a close eye on me as well although most were too scared to do anything, even though the opportunity was there whether they realized it or not.
Since losing my virginity the summer before I started high school, I’ve had sex with quite a few people. Depending on your point of view, I guess that makes me either “sexually active” or a slut – or worse in some people’s view. Yet when you average it out, I’ve only had sex with about five new guys a year if I only count those guys I was with on a one-to-one basis. Personally, I don’t think that’s exactly is a HUGE number when you look at it that way. Actually, the total number of dicks that have entered me is well over 150. I deliberately put it in those terms as when I’m being fucked by half a dozen guys at a party, I really don’t count that the same as being with six guys individually on different nights.
While I check off the “bi” box in sexual questionnaires, my preference is for guys (they have the something special down under). Thus when it comes to girls, it’s a bit of a different story. In comparison to the number of men I’ve been with, the girls are not even half that and even then, most of those are either in my family or my close circle of friends. Rarely do I do anything with a woman I don’t already know. If you take into account my mom, her sister and daughter, and another cousin of mine; then put them together with a couple of roomies and a few best friends, that leaves only about ten girls in comparison to well over a hundred guys that show up in my official “history ” of people I’ve had sex with.
The only reason I mention all this is to help explain why when people ask me if I’m bisexual, my response is typically something like, “I like girls but I prefer guys.” For whatever reason, I find sex with other girls to be much more intimate when compared to men with whom I sometimes just enjoy going out with to release some “tension”. Thus I don’t typically flirt with other women or even actively pursue a “relationship” with them. Usually what happens just happens and I leave it up to God’s will to decide when.
I have always loved Vacation Bible School (VBS) – both as a kid and now as a leader. To be sure, it has never been a “turn-on” for me as it deals with the younger kids in church. Despite the naughty fantasies I’ve had at times babysitting and teaching school, those always dealt with older kids than those at VBS. Virtually all of the leaders and helpers are women, most of them mothers, and the majority don’t exactly dress to the nines when it comes to VBS. Bottom line, VBS is personally and spiritually fulfilling and can be a lot of fun – but NOT “that” kind of fun. When I volunteered, sex was the furthest thing from my mind!
Now that I’ve graduated from college and looking to start a teaching career, I’ve noticed that people treat me different, especially the women. For instance, at VBS I’m no longer one of “the kids” helping out, they actually treat me as a peer and talk TO me instead of AT me. Having attended the same church all my life, it seemed a little surreal even at first, but it made me feel good to be accepted in this way.
As with anything, there were a few exceptions. One of the things about attending the same church all your life is that people get to know you pretty well having watched you grow up. Although I didn’t flaunt myself as badly as some of the girls did, my “reputation” with the boys was certainly not a secret from most of the women and there were a few who still raised their noses when I was around. Although I didn’t wear anything TOO revealing, I do like to wear short denims shorts in the summer and camis or tank tops.
The first day I saw a few of the older women looking at me and when I passed by I overheard little sniping comments like “slut” being whispered as if they didn’t realize that I could hear them. Oh well, what they didn’t know was I was proud of my reputation and had worked hard to get it so what they said dint bother me in the least!
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Chapter 2 – Jill Confides in Me
This summer I was teamed up with Jill, a 32 year-old housewife who had two kids, both in VBS, two boys ages five and six. I don’t know how much we actually “taught” this age group. It seemed more like we were a week-long babysitting service than anything else. Jill’s boys were little terrors and I wasn’t sure if it helped or hurt more to have her in the same class with them. Sometimes I’ve found that kids actually behave a lot better when their parents are NOT around. Jill didn’t seem to have much control over her two brats and at times I could see the look of frustration and embarrassment in her face.
It was Wednesday, half way through VBS, and Jill and I were having a conversation as the kids worked on a project, coloring some picture or another. There were a couple of high school girls helping out so it didn’t leave much for us to do for the next half hour or so but to make sure nobody ran off or got hurt. For some reason she seemed a bit more frazzled than usual today and I notice her temper seemed even shorter than usual. It seemed as if there was something bothering her but she didn’t want to bring it up so finally I thought maybe I could help out a bit.
“Something bothering you today Jill?” I asked gingerly, trying to sound supportive but not aggressive.
“Oh nothing,” she sighed, shaking her head. I just sat there quietly to see if she would follow that up with anything and eventually she sighed again.
“Just be glad you’re young and single Kelly,” she admonished me, “Don’t rush out and do something you might regret later.”
I couldn’t help but smile and replied, “Don’t worry, I have NO intention of getting tied down any time soon.”
“Yeah, so I hear,” Jill said off-handedly and then, apparently realizing what she’d said, she covered her mouth and then tried to apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
I knew what she meant but as I said, such comments never bothered me much so long as they didn’t get out of hand. Then she sat up straight and looked at me in the eyes.
“Tell me Kelly, how do I look?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, as a woman, how do you think I look?”
I was a little surprised at her question and unsure of how I should respond. Jill was only about ten years older than me and still looked pretty good if you asked me although she had put on quite a few pounds having her kids that she never lost. She had curly brown hair that she usually let just hang without much adornment. She was pretty in her own way, much more so than many of the women at church, and typically dressed sharp and carried herself with confidence. Her boobs looked to be maybe 40DD and always seemed in the verge of bursting out of her bra. The pink tank top she was wearing today didn’t help matters as it was tight and showed off the outline of her bra as it tried to contain her massive boobs.
Besides her big boobs Jill’s main attraction was her legs and she obviously knew it. Some women are just born with the gene that gives them proportionality longer legs and Jill had that gene in spades. Long and nicely shaped, I could only imagine how they must have looked in her teen years. Even with her considerable weight gain, they still didn’t look too bad and she seemed to enjoy showing them off as I couldn’t ever remember her wearing pants – always a dress, skirt, or shorts like she was today. The white shorts she was wearing today showed off her legs without being TOO short such that they would draw attention as being inappropriate for church, but shorted than most women of her proportions would wear.
Some women gain weight and just look fat. There are a few, though, like Jill that seem to manage to carry the extra weight and still somehow look sexy. Perhaps the tight tank top was a little over the top as it hugged her stomach a little more than it should have, and maybe the shorts could have hidden a little more of her heavy thighs, but somehow it all seemed to work for her. I would have classified her as a MILF if I were a guy in church.
Indeed, I noticed that more than a few of the husbands often took a second look when she walked by and even some of the younger teenagers seemed to enjoy sneaking a peak at her big boobs when she leaned over to help out with something. As heavy as she was, the shorts did a nice job of showcasing her ass, much to the apparent enjoyment of the men and judging from some of the whispering I overheard, not entirely appreciated by the women, especially the married ones.
“You look great Jill!” I eventually answered. OK, it was a copout answer but what else was I suppose to say?
Jill stretched out her heavy tanned legs in front of her and cupped her large boobs in her hands, giving them a hefty bounce as if she was comparing two water melons in the store. (I started to write cantaloupes but in her case, water melon seemed more apt!)
“I mean, I think these are pretty good, don’t’ you?” she asked, almost as if she was seeking my approval. I looked around and saw that none of the kids were paying any attention, thankfully.
“Well, to be honest, I think your boobs and legs look great,” I responded, trying to be supportive. God help me if I ever gained that much weight but if I did, I would hope that I looked like Jill and not some of the other fat moms I worked with.
“Yeah, well tell that to my bastard husband,” she suddenly pouted. Whoa, not THAT wasn’t exactly where I’d expected the conversation to go. After all, we were in Bible School, not a confessional.
“What do you mean?” I couldn’t help but ask, my curiosity building.
“I know I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I think he’s cheating on me.” she burst out, tears suddenly welling from her eyes.
Wow, talk about coming at you out of the blue! What do you say when someone tells you something like this? Jill’s husband didn’t have to carry two kids and he still looked as fit as he probably was in high school. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d heard of a husband becoming disenchanted with his wife for being “twice the woman he married”. Sure Jill was overweight but not incredibly so – she wasn’t going to be on The Biggest Loser anytime soon or anything like that. Still, men are such visual beasts that I could believe, if not approve of, that her husband might find her less attractive. But to go out and cheat on her?
“Why do you say that?” I asked softly, trying to comfort her before anyone noticed what she was doing.
“He doesn’t know it, but I found his chat logs on Yahoo – he uses a different name but the Focus on the Family internet site told me where to look to find the logs. Then I used the name to check his email –the bastard is so cocky he didn’t even bother changing from our usual password. Oh my god Kelly, the things they were telling each other! It was nasty!”
For just a moment my heart skipped as I wondered if her husband had been one of the guys I’d been chatting with recently! Then I got a hold of myself, confident that the odds of such a coincidence were so astronomical as to be insignificant.
“Maybe it was just chatting and nothing else,” I said, trying to offer an alternative scenario, “Lots of men chat and fantasize but that doesn’t mean they go out and cheat on their wives.”
Jill sobbed even more at that and I knew I must have said something wrong, although I had no idea what.
“Noooooo, one of the e-mails was for a hotel reservation confirmation and some of the messages talked about how wonderful it had been when they were together.”
Well, as my dad would have said, I rest my case. If all that was true, it looked like her husband was indeed cheating on her. Still, when you got down to it, why was she telling me? Sure we worked together but it wasn’t like we were close friends or anything.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t be saying this to you but I had to tell SOMEONE.” she said, trying to wipe the tears from her face.
Jill’s eyes were red and her face flushed. Anyone looking at her would know she’d been balling her eyes out recently.
“Here, why don’t we go to the restroom and get you looking better,” I offered, looking around to make sure nobody as watching.
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Chapter 3 – Helping Jill to Feel Better
Jill nodded and I held her hand as we went to the restrooms. I decided to go for the one down the hall even though it was the furthest away. I didn’t want any of the youth girls to walk in on us with Jill this way. Fortunately it was meant for just one person, having only one stall, and so it had a lock on the door which I made sure to turn after I closed it. Once in the restroom, Jill looked into the mirror and frowned.
“God, I look a wreck!” she mumbled, wiping the tears from her face.
Jill started to turn the knobs to run some water to wash her face. The faucets were old and didn’t work all that well. I knew from past experience they splashed badly so I stepped up to warn her.
“Be careful, these tend to splash and you don’t want that top to get wet.”
Indeed, as tight as it was, any wetness would have REALLY shown off her big boobs. As it was there was enough evidence to know she had large nipples. Jill reach down and grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started to pull it over her head.
“Can you give me a hand Kelly, I’d better take this off until I get done then.”
As she pulled it off and over her head, I saw her huge boobs straining for release from the confines of her large white bra. It was interesting to see the number of hooks in the back. There must have been six of them to keep it together whereas my own bras, when I chose to wear them, usually had two or three at most. I guess that’s a difference between 40DD and 34C I hadn’t considered before. God, what a pain it had to be to clip them together every morning and undoing them had to be a trial as well.
As she leaned over the sink, her bare belly hung over her shorts but I tried not to notice. It did, however, remind me that I’d put on a couple of pounds since graduation and maybe I needed to start working out. No way was I ever going to let myself look like THAT!
“God it feels so good to get that damn thing off,” she sighed, “I must be allergic to the material or something, felt like I’ve needed to scratch all day. Maybe it was that new laundry soap. That’s what I get for buying the bargain junk.”
She shook her shoulders as if trying to rid herself of the itching. I reached for her back and started to scratch the top of her back above her bra with my fingernails.
“Oh god Kelly, that feels good,” she sighed.
I kept scratching as she leaned over the sink, resting with her hands on the sink edge.
“Kelly, I hate to ask you this, but would you do under my bra strap? God, it’s killing me!”
No wonder, it must have been three inches wide! I tried to fit my fingers underneath it but it was too tight to allow me to effectively scratch.
“Dang it, that’s not working,” she sighed. “Oh well, just undo it.”
Undoing a bra strap from behind was NOT something I have a great deal of experience with other than helping out a roomie or my mom, especially since I rarely wore one myself. It’s different undoing them from the opposite direction, like trying to button someone’s shirt for them. I fumbled with the snaps but eventually undid the last one and her bra strap snapped to her sides like a rubber band that had been freed. It was then I noticed she wasn’t showing any tan lines. Hmmm, was Jill sunbathing without her top in her back yard? Did the neighbors notice? Jokes about whale watching ran though my head until I told myself to behave!
“Oh yes, not THAT feels so much better,” she sighed as I worked her back with both hands. Unlike my mom’s back, which was firm and tight, Jill’s rolled under my hands but still felt smooth and soft. If nothing else, it beat doing some hairy man’s back, that was for sure.
As I scratched and rubbed her back, I saw her bra straps had slipped off her shoulders and down to where they caught on her elbows, in the process allowing her boobs to free themselves from their confinement. Again, I couldn’t help but compare her breast to my mom’s. My mother’s may not be as perky as they had been twenty years ago, and her days of not wearing a bra were long past her (except when she was teasing my dad or going out with me), but they still were fairly firm to the touch. In contrast, Jill’s sagged and if they hadn’t been so large, might have looked positively droopy but with the additional mass from her weight gain they somehow managed to look pretty good.
Had anyone described the circumstance, it would have been inconceivable to me that I would have any sexual feelings towards Jill. She was ten years older than me, probably weighed a hundred pounds more, was married with two brats, and now she had just dumped this huge sob story on me to deal with. OK, then why was I unable to take my eyes off her boobs? Was it really her boobs that drew my attention or were they just something to focus on? Was it that her husband was cheating on her and I felt sorry for her, enough to want to offer her something to console her? Something a little more intimate than a back rub?
In the mirror I could see Jill had her eyes closed, a look of peace on her face as she seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving her. Slowly, like a teenage boy making his first moves on his virgin girlfriend, I let my fingers wander more to her sides, working their way around until I lightly brushed against the side of her boobs. Eventually, instead of scratching her back, I was scratching her sides, letting my fingers run up further along the side of her boobs as I did.
The silence in the room was ear-shattering. Not a sound could be heard except the faint sound of the exhaust fan and her deep breaths as she leaned motionless over the desk. How she didn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest, I’ll never know! It was strange role reversal for me. Normally it would have been me sitting still, waiting anxiously for a boy to work up the nerve to fondle and grope me. God, how many times had I just wanted to grab his hand and pull it to my boobs and tell him to get on with it! I didn’t want to scare them off though, or have them think I was THAT kind of girl so I let them think they were getting away with something and in some way seducing me. Hey, whatever works.
Now it was my turn to be the shy aggressor. It had become a little game for me; how far could I get before she said something? I didn’t want to rush and then have her lose her nerve and stop me. At the same time, we didn’t exactly have all day either. Sooner or later someone would wonder where we were and come looking for us.
Taking in a deep breath, I worked my fingers further around her until my hands were solidly on her breasts and I could feel her nipples between my fingers. God, they were already rock hard and pointing out like missiles! I took each between two fingers and gently pulled on them and then held her biog boobs in my hands. I couldn’t get half of them in my palms!
“What are you doing Kelly?” she whispered softly.
My heart skipped a but until l realized she wasn’t making any effort to stop me.
“Do you like it?” I replied, avoiding the question.
“It feels… strange,” she answered back, “but a GOOD kind of strange.”
I started to massage her monster boobs in my hands, feeling the largeness of them as I pulled them upwards and then slowly let them drop. Again I played with her nipples, making her gasp as I t twisted them and then pulled them out and let them snap back. I’d never touched breasts this large before. God, how much did they weigh?
“Ever had a girl do this to you before?” I said softly in her ear from behind.
“Noooooo,” she sighed, “never.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Oh no!” she came back quickly, “I like it.”
“I bet your husband likes to play with these,” I said, trying to make her feel better about him. Oops, wrong assumption!
“No, he doesn’t,” she said a little more louder than before. “He says I’m fat and my tits are too big.”
I could feel her body tense under my hands. I kept my hands on her and brushed her hair in back with my face until I could kiss her neck softly. My tongue played along the back of her hairline softly and my lips kissed her gently. The tension seemed to evaporate from her until she was almost limp.
“You’re beautiful Jill,” I murmured softly, “He has no right to say that to you.”
“Ohhhhh … I wish he would touch me again like this,” she said, her voice starting to crack with emotion, ”I dream all the time of him kissing me just like you are, like he use to.”
“Then just imagine it’s him again Jill… Imagine it’s his hands on you, exploring you, touching you gently.”
“God I want that so bad,” she sobbed softly. “It’s been so long since he touched me like this.”
My hands started to work their way further down her plump body. He stomach was hanging over her shorts so I had to reach under it to get to unbutton them. It certainly wasn’t the easiest task, that was for sure. The shorts were at least a size too small which made her ass look good but when it came to undressing her, it was a nightmare! All the while she stayed in the same position, as if afraid that if she moved the spell might be broken.
With her shorts finally undone, I unzipped them and spread open the flaps. She was wearing standard yellow nylon panties and so I reached my hand in between her lower stomach and the panties, sliding it down inside until I could feel the first signs of her pubic hair.
“Noooooo, you shouldn’t touch me there,” she said, barely audible her voice was so low.
As with her boobs earlier though, she wasn’t making any effort to stop me. Again I felt the role reversal effect. This must be how the boys felt when they made a move on me and I just let them do it without responding, assuming they would take my silence for approval. All I could hope for was that Jill was acting the same as I had in those situations, using her silence to tell me it was really OK without having to actually come out and say so.
My hand moved down further, her long pubic hair, slipping between my fingers until I felt the top of her pussy slit. Emboldened by her continued silence, I moved my hand down further until l was at her crotch. I tried to slip my hand between her thighs but they were too tight together. Just as I thought she was at her limit of what she was willing to do, she moved her legs apart but maintained her grip on the sink edge with her hands. My hand quickly took advantage of the situation and slipped between her heavy thighs. I cupped her hairy pussy with the palm of my hand and pulled up gently against her pussy.
“Oh god, I can’t believe this is happening,” she moaned, moving her hips involuntarily at the firm touch of my hand.
Personally, I couldn’t believe it either! Here I was, still fully dressed, with Jill in front of me half naked with my hand down her panties! My own pussy could have used someone’s hand on it about now as well!
I pressed one finger up against her and felt it slip between her pussy lips. Damn, she was soaking wet! It easily slipped in against her pussy hole and with one more bit of pressure, I slipped my finger up into her wet and warm pussy.
“Oh god,” she moaned, “That feels so good.”
My finger was wet with her pussy juices and so I pulled it out and spread the wetness along her pussy slit, going back for more and after a few times she was wet all over. When my finger first touched her clit, I thought she was going to drop to her knees for a moment until she regained her balance. “That’s it… right there,” she gasped, as if I hadn’t figured THAT out.
It wasn’t the easiest to do this with her shorts still up but I made the best of it. I would have loved to have dropped them to the floor but under the circumstances it seemed best to just reach inside. Then again, what was I worried about? Even of someone DID manage to come in despite the door lock, would it make any difference seeing her shorts on the floor given what was happening now?
I pulled my hand out and tried to pull her shorts down. They were so tight it was difficult and for the first time she lifted herself up and stood as she helped me to drop her shorts to the floor along with her panties. She stepped out of them and left them lying on the tile floor. Then, for the first time since we entered, she turned to face me. Her face was positively glowing, all signs of tears disappeared.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked.
Actually, I think what she really meant was whether or not SHE sure about it. Jill seemed to be almost in another world, like in a daze. I didn’t say a word but instead I leaned over and took one of her large nipples in my mouth. It was by far the biggest nipple I’d ever sucked on, almost like that on a baby bottle. It felt good between my lips as my tongue ran little circles around it.
“Oh my god, what are you doing to me Kelly?” she sighed.
I glanced up and her eyes were closed as she leaned back against the sink using her hands on it to steady herself. My hands were on her large waist, holding the soft flesh in my fingers as I sucked on her breasts like a newborn baby. I bent my knees and slowly worked my way down her stomach, running my tongue over her gently.
Finally I was squatting in front of her, her hairy pussy in front of my face. She must not ever shave because the pubic hair was shaggy and full without any lines or definition where she might have trimmed it to keep from poking out of her bathing suit or panties. My face was so close I could smell her sex, the strong odor of her pussy that was so wet after my playing with it earlier.
Looking back up again, I saw her eyes were still closed, as if she was afraid to look down and see what I was about to do. She wasn’t moving a muscle, like a virgin laying stiffly on a bed as she wait for her boyfriend to fuck her the first time. Oh well, why not?
“Oh Kelly… oh my god,” she whispered hoarsely as my tongue stretched out to touch the tip to her sensitive clit.
God, she smelled like she’d just been fucked! My tongue touched her clit and I ran it up and down her pussy, pausing at her pussy hole to push it in just a little. With my face that low my nose and forehead were pressed against her hairy pussy, rubbing up against her clit once again. She tasted wonderful, almost exactly like my own mother. As I moved back to her clit, I inserted a finger up her pussy, stroking it in and out as if I was fucking her. Her hips involuntarily thrust forward, as if she was trying to draw me further inside of her. The longer I licked her, the louder and more prolonged her moans became. Damn, I just hoped nobody had their ear to the door!
I must have hit just the right spot with my tongue because she jumped and then put her right hand against the back of my head, pulling my face in tight against her hairy crotch.
“Oh god, that’s it… lick it right there… oh shit I’m gonna cum!”
Her hips were gyrating to where it was hard for me to keep my face between her legs, let alone nail a specific point on her pussy but I did my best. Finally she pushed my face down to her pussy hole while with her other hand she started to masturbate, fingering her clit with her hand.
“I’m cumming…,“she moaned again, long and drawn out as if she was howling at the moon.
Her pussy flooded my face with her cum as she fingered herself furiously. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good! OK, I like MY pussy the best but Jill wasn’t bad herself. I tried to lick it all up as she came, savoring the strong scent and even stronger flavor.
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Chapter 4 – Jill Has Second Thoughts
When she was done she took both hands and just pulled my face inn against her and held it there. Her pubic hair filled my face until finally I had to pull back to breathe. Standing up, I looked her in the eyes – at least towards them as I waited for her to open them. Finally she did and an anxious look replaced the smile.
“Oh god, what did we do?” she gasped, holding her arms to cover her bare breasts as she looked around for her shorts and top. It was sort of funny seeing how she wasn’t wearing anything on her bottom either but I guess her natural instinct was to hide her boobs. I held her by the shoulders, trying to calm her.
“It’s OK Jill… Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“THAT’S the problem,” she whined, “I LOVED it… But I can’t believe we did it.”
“We?” I giggled, “Seems to me YOU were the one having the orgasm.”
Jill looked at me with horror in her face. She was breathing so fast and hard I was afraid she might pass out. She kept mumbling to herself about how she couldn’t believe it and how embarrassed she was. Frankly, it reminded me of the girl who screams rape when her dad catches her fucking a guy, even though she’d been enjoying it up to that moment.
“You can’t tell ANYONE about this… EVER!” she gasped. “Oh my god, what if anyone finds out? What if my husband hears about it?”
Then she suddenly stood still and stared at me, just as calm as she was crazy only a moment before.
“It’s true, isn’t it, about you,” she said, more an accusing statement than a question, “I always figured it was just jealous girl talk, couldn’t believe a girl like you could really be that bad.”
She started to straighten out her outfit, zipping and buttoning her shorts with a look of determination.
“It’s your fault, you took advantage of me, fucking whore,” she practically hissed at me, “How could you do that? What kind of person are you?”
Wow, now THAT was about the last thing I expected to hear. OK, the odds were we would never do it again anyway, but I hadn’t expected this outburst of rationalization and self-righteousness, let alone the accusations. “You just stay away from my kids, got it?” she said, pointing her finger in my face.
Now THAT was going too far. I was getting so pissed off I couldn’t hold myself back. Knowing I would regret it even before I said it, I held up my finger that I had fucked her pussy with and grinned nastily at her.
“So I take it you don’t want to lick your cum off my finger then?”
OK, so it was a bad thing to say but I felt better. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth pursed so tight her lips were slivers. Her face was beet red, but not from her orgasm any longer.
“Lesbian whore!” she hissed at me as she unlocked the door and stormed out.
Fortunately the wasn’t anyone out in the hallway to see her leave the restroom which avoided any questions as to why the two of us had been in there when it had accommodations for just one person.
I was feeling a mixture of emotions. Licking her pussy had been fun and making her cum for the first time by a girl was certainly one for the diary. At the same time, I was concerned as to what was going to happen now. In my heart I had a feeling it was just her conscience making the noise and that once she settled down that she would get over it. I mean come on, she DID have an orgasm so it couldn’t have been THAT bad! It wasn’t like I’d tied her up and forced her to do anything.
For the rest of the day Jill studiously managed to avoid me. On the good side, the look of anger she had when we left the restroom was replaced with more of an anxious one. Maybe she was worried that she had pissed me off and now I might tell someone about us just to get back at her. After all, apparently I didn’t have to worry about MY reputation! She was the one that all the talk would be about should anything ever get out. Even so, why would I be the one to say anything? There was no payback in that for me, that’s for sure.
The day finally ended and as luck would have it, when I went out to my car I found myself parked next to Jill’s car where she was fumbling in her purse, trying to find her keys. When she noticed my approach, at first she looked away as if trying to pretend she hadn’t seen me. My instinct was to just get in my car quickly and leave but then I couldn’t leave things the way they were.
“Everything OK Jill?” I called across my car to her.
She fumbled in her purse some more and then drew out her keys before she turned to me with a blank expression on her face.
“Couldn’t find the damn keys,” she huffed.
I thought that was going to be the extent of our dialogue when she walked around the car and stood next to me.
“I don’t know what to say Kelly,” she said softly, her voice shaking slightly, “I should never have said those things to you.”
“That’s OK, Jill, I understand,” I said, trying to console her.
“No, it was my fault… all my fault… everything,” she said, her voice cracking as if she was about to cry, “It’s my damn husband’s fault, not yours.”
She started crying, burying her head in her hands as I put my arm around her and hugged her.
“It’s OK Jill, sometimes people just need to let things out.”
“But what we DID Kelly… it was so… so nasty!”
“But didn’t you like it?”
“Yes but that’s not the point… it was wrong.”
I hugged her again for a moment before continuing.
“It wasn’t wrong, it was something you needed.”
“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
Thoughts of my diary and my expectations that this was going to become the next Chapter came to my head. Well, I wouldn’t tell anyone at church about it but at the same time, who knew how many people around the world would soon be reading about it! There was no need for her to know THAT though.
“No, that was something special just between us, Jill,” I assured her.
“Promise me that we won’t do it again,” she asked me.
“Not unless you want to,” I promised, if you can call that a promise.
Jill was wiping her eyes with a tissue from her purse. She seemed to be regaining her composure. Gathering herself up, she hugged me back finally and then started to leave. After just a step she spun around and smiled at me.
“You know, I’ve never had my pussy licked like that before! You’re pretty good.”
With a naughty smile she quickly moved around the car back to hers and got inside after which she drove off without another word or look. As I settled down in my car, my pussy tingled as I recalled what we had done earlier. Hmmmmmm, it would take me only a few minutes to get home but why wait? Driving one-handed can be dangerous but it was worth it!
THE END