Although I have been writing for some time, this is my very first story for Literotica. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, there is a lot more to - cum. ~~ With Lix from Jen
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Cynthia "Cindy" Sanders was sitting up late one night, several weeks before the arrival of March Break. She was looking forward to that and to being away on her own for the first time. Several of her girlfriends had booked a trip to Fort Lauderdale and Cindy was thrilled that her mom had given her permission to go. Margot Sanders was no fool and had been quite the wild child herself. She knew perfectly well what her daughter might get up to and still, she allowed it. Cindy had given her no cause to worry, she explained. The trip was her reward for years of good behavior - a chance to be bad for a while and spread her soon-to-be-dark angel's wings.
Cindy was busily "enjoying" herself, totally immersed in a book she had stolen from her mother's private stash of lesbian erotica. She was glad that she hadn't gotten caught or there would have been a lot of explaining to do and she knew that conversation might prove to be awkward. The book was really good, so exciting and Cindy knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep until she finished it. Luckily for Cindy that she was a fast reader and even luckier, tomorrow was a Saturday. No school tomorrow meant that she would be able to tell her best friend, Belle, all about the book. She and Belle shared everything; she was so happy that Belle had moved here last year. In many ways, the young women were polar opposites. Belle was a sultry, lanky southern beauty whose every move seemed to cry out "sex". Cindy was a fresh-faced California blonde whose composure seemed to allude to her innocence and yet both girls were eager for their first sexual encounter. What Cindy had not yet shared with her best friend was the fact that she longed to bed the alluring brunette and possess her, body and soul. As she edged towards her 19th birthday, Cindy often wondered how she would ever broach the subject with the object of her desires.
Cindy was so involved in her reading that she did not immediately notice that she was starting to nod off. In her vivid imagination, she was already being pursued by various admirers and like a sexy princess, she had her choice of suitors. Which one to choose, which one to choose ...?
Cindy awoke with a start to see a very pretty, black attractive black woman standing in the middle of her room. It terrified her at first. How had she gotten there? What were her intentions? Cindy was a bit frightened, although the woman was gorgeous and smiling. Was someone playing a practical joke on her? Had mom put something in the brownies she had served to Cindy and their guest Lulu earlier that evening?
"No baby, no one is playing a joke on you and the brownies were cool," the young woman said to Cindy, who let out a tiny yelp of fear. The woman was a mind reader or she was involved in some kind of creepy nightmare!
"How-how did you do that?" The frightened young blonde asked, pulling the covers up to her chest. "Are you some kind of psychic?"
"Oh baby, no, not at all," the black girl laughed, her voice tinkling almost like wind chimes. "It's simple really - I'm a friend of your mom's, a very close and - intimate - friend. She arranged for me to come and have a discussion with you before you go out and have your little adventure."
Now it was Cindy who laughed. The other woman did not seem to be amused by Cindy's reaction. She was tapping one high-heeled foot on Cindy's floor and glowering at Cindy.
"You had better behave yourself, young lady," the winged young woman scowled. "I don't grant my special wishes to brats."
"Really?" Cindy was now convinced she was having an erotic dream, a very sexy one in which she and this exotic beauty were the stars. "You're here to grant me a wish?"
"I'm here to grant a lot of your wishes," the sexy fairy said as she perched on the edge of Cindy's bed. "For tonight until I leave, let's just say that I'm your Fairy Godmother." Those words got another peal of laughter from young Cindy until the near-fury in the pretty black woman made her calm herself.
"You're serious?"
"Dead serious."
"I've helped your family before, you know. Ask your mom about me someday - she knew me as Shauna." The woman said, knowing the reaction it would evoke in the blonde eighteen-year old.
Cindy was indeed momentarily taken aback. Her mom had once told her that she had considered naming Cindy "Shauna" after a "very close friend". This was starting to get spooky. "What do you mean by 'knew you as'?" Cindy questioned.
"A lot of things have changed in my life over the years, your mother's as well," the sexy creature smiled, crossing long, silk-spun legs. Cindy didn't take her eyes off the other girl for a single second. "Your mother saw me as Shauna, I haven't been her for a number of years. When I saw your mom at an - event - last month, we reconnected. I'm sure that she will explain everything to you some day, but for now, just go with it. Do you want to know my name, sexy baby?" Cindy nodded her head up and down. "It's Misty, but you knew that already, didn't you baby?" She said, touching Cindy's cheek gently. Cindy gasped - she had indeed believed that the young woman's name might happen to be Misty. There was some deep visceral connection between the two of them and her heart was pounding like a drum.
"So sugar, tell Misty - what is your deepest, hidden desire?" Misty's voice was almost dripping with sweetness and Cindy began to believe the totality of her situation. It didn't seem possible, yet it had to be true - her mother had asked Misty to be a sort-of mentor to her. Cindy knew what her answer had to be. "I want to learn all that I can about sex," she told Misty.
Misty sighed. "Okay sugar, I think we can swing that. I can provide you with a few pointers and some outfits that will make you irresistible to boys and ..."
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