I really thought I was going to wreck the relationship between my best friend, and lover, Kim Reynolds - and her daughter Laura.
It all started out so innocently. I'd been best friends with Kim since college. I was a student, and she was one of my professors - and about 10 years older than me. Yes, I had a crush on her, and she eventually became my first lesbian sexual experience. It was the fall of my freshman year. We shared a love of the outdoors, and a trip camping in the mountains ended up with me losing my lesbian virginity to an older woman.
Kim is astonishingly beautiful. She has long light brown hair, a slim figure, and incredible breasts with dark areola surrounding small but very sensitive nipples. Kim and I are both very athletic. Our strong leg muscles make for some exciting lovemaking. Her face is inviting and her blue eyes deep wells of passion. I never knew a person could feel so good in her arms, and with her lips on my pussy.
We saw each other occasionally during those first years. Kim had been married briefly and had a wonderful daughter Laura to take care of. I watched Laura grow into a mature 18-year-old woman, the spitting image of her mom.
I would never have come on to Kim's daughter, though I admired how beautiful she had become in more of a sisterly way. That all changed when Kim went on a business trip.
I'd noticed some subtle changes in Laura's behavior towards me but didn't think much of it. She'd started getting a little flirty - touching my arm, giving me hugs that lasted longer than needed - that sort of thing.
"Your mom's going to be gone a whole week," I said, closing the front door after watching Kim get into a taxi.
"I know!" Laura said, bouncing off the couch. "We get the whole place to ourselves!"
"Well, yeah, sure," I said. "But you've still got school and your mom wanted to make sure you did your chores."
"I'm 18 you know," Laura said, tossing her long light-brown hair over her shoulders. She had larger breasts than her mom and the t-shirt she was wearing was perhaps a size too small. Her breasts were pressed in so much that her nipples showed. I had no idea at the time that she'd dressed that way on purpose!
"I don't technically need a babysitter." Laura said, playfully - stroking her fingers across my arm. "This should be a girl's week of fun too!"
"We'll have plenty of fun," I said. "We will. I promise!" I said, making my way into the kitchen. "Now speaking of chores - why don't you set the table and I'll finish dinner."
"Oh, all right," Laura said with a little pout on her otherwise gorgeous face.
"What's gotten into that kid?" I said out loud to myself when she was out of the room.
After dinner we did the dishes together and then plopped onto the couch.
"You've known my mom for a long time, haven't you?" Laura said, flipping through channels on the TV, searching for a good movie.
"I've known you for nearly as long," I said. "Me and your mom are good friends. Always have been."
Laura stopped on a movie about a married woman who falls in love with her therapist and ends up in a lesbian relationship with her. It was a pretty graphic film that I'd seen before. In fact, Kim and I had watched it together and then spent some hours making each other cum. It turned me on just remembering and seeing the beautifully done sex scenes again.
"Wow!" Laura said when the credits rolled. "That was fucking hot!"
I laughed. "I'm not totally sure your mom would want you watching it, but, hey, you're an adult now."
"I am!" Laura said, turning to me. "Didn't it turn you on too?"
I was uncomfortable. Yes, it had turned me on, and I could feel moisture in my panties and my nipples had swollen. I hoped Laura hadn't noticed, but now I wasn't so sure.
I turned to Laura and noticed she was looking down at my chest.
"I guess that's my answer," she said, looking up into my eyes.
"Well, it was pretty sexy," I said, trying to deflect a little.
"You know I know, right?" Laura said, not taking her eyes off me.
"You know ... what?" I said.
"About the two of you. You and my mom."
"What exactly do you think you know?" I said, not liking where the conversation was going.
"Oh, come on, Ginny," Laura said, putting her hand on my thigh. I was wearing shorts, so I felt the warmth of her hand as it touched my skin.
"I mean, seriously, Laura. What are you talking about?"
Laura sighed and turned to face me. "I know you guys are lovers."
Oh shit! We'd tried really hard to keep our sexual relationship a secret. Laura had spent every other week at her dad's and so I never stayed over while she was at here at Kim's house.
"Laura, I, um ..." I started, not sure how to respond.
"It's okay, really!" Laura said, putting her other hand on my thigh as well.
I paused, staring back at Kim's beautiful, and it seems, very wise daughter.
"How did you know?" I asked.
Laura chuckled. "I've known for a while. The way you look at each other. The amount of time you spend together. I even caught you guys kissing once when you didn't know I was around."
"Well, shit!" I said. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"So, it's true!" Laura said.
I looked into her lovely blue eyes and couldn't lie. "It is, Laura. Your mom and I are lovers."
Laura's eyes grew wide. "For how long?"
I knew this was treading on dangerous territory and I'd have a lot of explaining to do later.
"Since I first met her when I was a freshman."
Laura thought for a moment. "Wait. That was, um, ten years ago!"
I nodded.
"Shit!" Laura said.
She turned away and took her hands off my thigh.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I hope this doesn't ruin our relationship."
"Oh no," Laura said, turning back to face me. "Not at all. I guess I'm just a bit embarrassed."
"Embarrassed?" I said.
Laura shifted uncomfortably.
"Tell me," I said.
"Well," Laura started. "It seems that now I'm the one with the secret."
"Okay," I said slowly. "It's okay. You can tell me."
Laura sighed deeply, like she'd made a decision. "When I thought maybe you and my mom were in a sexual relationship I, well, I started having fantasies."
"Fantasies are perfectly normal," I said, putting my hand on Laura's thigh.
Laura looked down at my hand, then back up into my eyes. "They're fantasies about you, Ginny."