Part Three – Fascination
The reader is encouraged to read 'Secret Hunger' and 'Secret Hunger II' by Evie Zasse. And, as always, the author welcomes your comments.
Clare and Emily have captured each other's hearts. They have professed their love for one another. Are they are ready to reveal their secret?
Emily's mother Caroline saw Emily and Clare together one stormy night. She cannot get the image of the two girls out of her mind. She asked her mother for help with the stirrings she is feeling. Will she get what she wants or something else entirely?
Caroline and Jeanne
Wednesday afternoon Jeanne knocked on the back door of her daughter's house.
When Caroline opened the door, Jeanne asked, "Are you alone?"
"Yes, Emily isn't home from school yet, what's up?" Caroline asked in return.
"Good, I need to talk to you, about the problem you asked me about." Jeanne said.
"Yeah, look mom, I thought about it and maybe I should just leave it alone." Caroline said looking up at her mother.
"Are you sure? You seemed pretty flustered the other day." Jeanne said.
After a pause Caroline said, " Yes, I mean no, I mean. Oh hell I don't know what I mean."
"Caroline, dear, if you want me to help, I will. But you have to understand that when I say I will help, I mean that 'I' will help. If you want to pursue these feeling that you are having, you need to really be sure because 'I' will be the one guiding you along. You will be experiencing those desires and craving with ME." Jeanne said at length.
"You mean touching, and the rest with you, my own mother?" Caroline asked.
"Would you rather learn from a complete stranger?" Jeanne asked in return.
"No, It'd be better with you. Oh lord what am I saying. You're asking me to be intimate with my own mother. Caroline almost cried.
"I'm not asking you anything. It's not like we're going to be lovers. I'm telling you, I can help you explore your feelings." Jeanne stated.
"But, we will be like lovers. Isn't that what being a lesbian is?" Caroline asked.
"Caroline, relax. I am lesbian, true. But I'm not a fanatic about it. I enjoy a man once in a while too. It's more accurate to say I am a bisexual." Jeanne said smiling. "And yes, if you want my help, we will be intimate with each other. But I'm not trying to seduce you."
"I think I understand." Caroline said, still sounding puzzled.
"Caroline, it's your decision, think about it." Jeanne said, and added "Call me in the next day or so when you make up your mind. I have this weekend free if you decide to start."
Emily and Clare
Wednesday evening, Clare was waiting in the college parking lot for Emily to get out of class. When Emily say her standing by her car, she ran the last few steps and stood as close as she could get to her friend.
"How did it go?" Emily whispered in Clare's ear.
"They'll be ready Saturday after lunch." Clare whispered back.
"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Emily asked, knowing the answer before Clare could respond.
"I'm positive. I had a talk with my mom and dad last night. They think you're terrific and they were actually kind of supportive." Clare said softly, stepping back a few inches so she could see Emily's face.
Emily raised her hand and brushed a loose strand of Clare's hair back behind her ear. Clare threw her arms around Emily and they kissed tenderly. Several other students were walking through the parking lot, but the girls were past caring what others thought.
Caroline
Very early Thursday morning, about two a.m., Caroline picked up her cel phone and dialed.
"Hi mom." Caroline said when her mother answered.
"Are you alright dear? What's wrong?" Jeanne asked.
"Nothing's wrong. I just couldn't sleep." Caroline said.
"So, there must be a reason you woke me up so early." Jeanne prompted.
In a small, soft voice Caroline asked. "Mom, do you think we could start this weekend, maybe Friday evening?"
"Caroline, I'm happy that you've made your decision. This might be a turning point in your life. I'll be over about eight, after dinner." Jeanne told her daughter.
Caroline had a difficult time getting back to sleep. In her mind she kept seeing Emily and Clare, and herself in the same scenario with her mother. The images were disturbing, and curiously compelling, almost erotic.
Eventually she drifted off, thinking about the coming weekend.
The hand moving on her belly felt warm. She roused, not daring to move. She kept her eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly. The hand moved lower, covering the short, downy pubic hair on her mound, Caroline's heart beat faster. She felt the hand rubbing over she slit and a single finger tracing that delicate opening. When the finger push between her pussy lips, she gasped and sat up. Caroline lifted her hand away from her body. She hadn't touched herself like that in some time.
Jeanne
Friday afternoon, Jeanne took a long leisurely bubble bath. She carefully shaved her legs and all the little places that ladies keep smooth including her slightly rounded pussy mound. She didn't think that her and Caroline would get anywhere near intimacy that evening, but she believed in leaving nothing to chance.
As she lounged in the warm soapy water, she wondered how her daughter would react. What they were going to do had a name. A somewhat derogatory name called incest. That alone made an otherwise ordinary girl to girl encounter so much more tantalizing and exciting. Jeanne was going to make love to her own daughter soon. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became, until she surrendered to urges and slipped a finger between the puffy lips of her pussy and found her large clit. She flicked the sensitive bud with her fingernail and rubbed it with her finger until she was caught up in the orgasm that flooded through her body. She lay there for several minutes, letting the warm bath water relax her. She stepped out of the tub and into the shower to wash her hair and rinse the suds from her body. As she was toweling herself dry, she glanced into the large mirror above her dresser. She saw a handsome middle aged woman with largish, heavy breasts. She saw a pleasantly rounded ass, sturdy hips and two shapely legs. Not too bad for a sixty-two year old, she thought.
Caroline
Friday afternoon, Caroline paced back and forth in her living room. She had showered twice and was thinking about a third time. She sat on the sofa and stood up again all in one motion. Caroline was frightened and anxious. As the hours crept by, her thought became more and more focused on what it would be like being in bed with her mother. Talking about things that she hadn't even discussed with her late husband. How could she go through with this, it was crazy. Why was she having these visions, so sexual and graphic? She tried to be logical. Her mother was a lesbian. Her daughter was becoming a lesbian. Why couldn't she enjoy the touch of another woman too? Maybe it was in her genes or DNA or whatever they called it. She couldn't go ahead, it was wrong, especially with her mother. Why oh why was time dragging. She wanted to get started. She wanted to feel alive again. And she knew deep down inside, that her mother would show her the way.
Clare and Emily
Friday afternoon the girls met in the campus library. They sat at the same corner table they were at when they agreed to that first sleepover. With textbooks and note pads in front of them, they went through the motions of studying. Sitting close together no one could see them touching each other under the heavy table. And no one could hear the softly whispered voices.
"What are we doing tonight." Emily asked.
"I thought we might relax in your room, maybe watch a movie and order a pizza." Clare answered.
"And what else?" Emily kidded, smiling mischievously
"Well, now that you ask, I was thinking we could both use a shower." Clare said, winking at her friend.
