Until recently, Clare and Emily silently craved each other's touch without knowing they both wanted the same thing. Then, one wonderful weekend, fate intervened and their secret desires were finally fulfilled.
And now Emily's mother Caroline, after seeing Emily and Clare together, is having cravings of her own.
The reader is encouraged to read 'Secret Hunger' by Evie Zasse. And, as always, the author welcomes your comments.
Clare and Emily
Clare and Emily were busily cleaning and tidying up the basement rec room after the last of their guests left. It was late, or actually it was early, about two in the morning. Emily's mother had just gone back upstairs, satisfying herself that the girls were almost done. It had been a long day, but the party was a success and everyone had a good time. The two friends turned out the lights and went quietly upstairs. On the way to Emily's bedroom where the girls were going to try to get some sleep, they passed Emily's mom who was just shutting her bedroom door.
It wasn't unusual for Clare to spend the night; Emily's mom, Caroline, often referred to her as her 'other' daughter. Although the girls believed that she didn't know just how close Clare and Emily had become.
Clare shut the bedroom door and leaned back against it, partly from being tired, but mostly because she was finally alone with Emily. Her friend stood in front of her and raised one hand to reach for the small doorlock that would give them at least some sense of privacy. Emily's hand never got to the lock. Clare's hands sliding under Emily's loose blouse pleasantly diverted her. She closed her eyes as Clare's fingers worked their way under her bra and slipped it up and off of her rounded breasts. Clare kneaded the soft resilient flesh and gently pinched the already hard and stiff nipples. They stood that was for several minutes. Locked in the pleasure that they felt.
Emily reached up and took one of Clare's hands away from her breast. Hand in hand, they walked the few feet to Emily's bed. They quickly undressed and turned out the lights and crawled under the crisp cool sheets. Even with the best intentions of enjoying their newfound intimacy, it was sleep that they surrendered to. Wrapped in each other's arms, they both drifted off to sleep.
It was the first crack of distant thunder that first roused Emily. With a light rain tapping on the window, she carefully inched her way down the bed and between Clare's legs. In the dim light coming through the window, Emily saw the tight folds of Clare's pussy lips, pink and shaved clean. As she moved closer, she smelled a light, delicate musky scent. She had used her hands and fingers several times on that mound, bringing joy and pleasure to her friend. Now, in an almost uncontrollable desire, she lowered her mouth to taste the forbidden fruit. At the first touch of Emily's tongue, Clare's eyes opened in surprise, and quickly closed again, savoring the feeling. Without a word, Clare spread her legs, giving her friend complete access to her pussy.
Emily moved her hands under Clare's butt, lifting it slightly as she ran her tongue up and down the length of Clare's slit. Clare reached down and with her fingers, she parted her pussy lips, exposing the sensitive inner walls of her pussy and her small clitoris. Using her tongue, Emily caressed and licked until she heard Clare start to softly moan. Clare's own sweet juices bathed her pussy and dripped into Emily's mouth. Emily found the now protruding bud of Clare's clit. She sucked it and teased it with her tongue. Emily raised herself to her knees, her naked butt in the air, easing her straining neck. When she heard Clare start to moan louder, she nibbled ever so tenderly with her teeth on her clit.
Caroline
The thunder that woke Emily also woke Caroline in her bedroom down the hall. Awake now, lying in bed listening to the rain, Emily's mom decided to check on the girls. She quietly rose and slipped on a robe. She padded in bare feet the few steps to Emily's door. She was mildly surprised that the door was not locked as she turned the knob. She opened the door silently, just enough to peek in and assure herself that the girls were all right. What she saw in the dim light was surprising and embarrassing. She saw Emily with her ass raised and her head between Clare's legs. There was no denying what the girls were doing and the soft sounds from Clare punctuated the otherwise quiet room. Emily's mother pulled the door closed, being as silent as she could, and made her way back to her own room.
Clare and Emily
As Clare neared her orgasm, she gripped the bed sheets and tried to be quiet. As the orgasm peaked and waves of pleasure washed through her body, she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the small gasp that she couldn't stop from coming out. Emily moved forward on top of her friend and she covered Clare's mouth with her own. Clare confessed to Emily some time before, that she liked feeling the weight of her friend on her body. She liked feeling the smooth soft body of her friend sliding against her own skin. As Clare relaxed, she hugged Emily, massaging her back and shoulders as they kissed. With her legs still spread slightly, she started moving her hips. Emily started doing the same until they were grinding their pussies together in a display of wanton love. With the rain still musically tapping on the window, the girls moved next to each other and closed their eyes for another hour of sleep.
Caroline
Caroline, lying in her own bed, couldn't get back to sleep. The image of her daughter making oral love to someone that she had often thought of as a younger daughter was disturbing. The image was also very exciting and erotic. She couldn't get that mental picture out of her head. What else have they been doing she wondered. Caroline was not going to get any more sleep in the early hours of that morning.
Caroline and Jeanne
Sunday morning dawned bright, warm and sunny. The night's rains had left the backyard smelling fresh and clean. After breakfast, the girls brought their blankets and towel out to the yard and spread them out. As Emily's mother watched from the kitchen window, both girls stretched out to enjoy the early sunshine. Both girls wore bikinis and Clare brought a small portable radio that was playing softly between them.
Caroline couldn't help staring. She had never thought of her daughter as a woman. A woman with needs and desires. Her mind wandered back to a time when she was much younger, before getting married and before Emily. She had had dreams and desires too. But it was a different time. Girls were expected to have boyfriends, not degrade themselves with other girls. But, like other girls of the time, she had thought about it and wondered what it would be like. Now, her daughter wasn't just wondering about other women, she was finding out first hand. And now she was starting to wonder too.
The knock on the kitchen door startled her. Caroline almost dropped the coffee cup she was washing in the sink. She dried her hands quickly, and when she answered the door, she saw a matronly looking woman with silver hair smiling at her.
"What are you up to this morning?" Jeanne asked as she walked past the window to sit at the kitchen table.
"Ah, I was just cleaning up mother." Caroline answered, glancing at the window.
"I can see that. Who is the young lady with Emily?" Jeanne asked, glancing again towards the window.
"Oh, that's Clare." Caroline answered, gazing back at the window herself.
