I rolled over and checked the time on my phone. 4 A.M. Great.
I was lying on the floor of my friend Tammie's bedroom. We'd just got back from dinner with a group of friends for her 18th birthday, and she told me I could crash at hers. I couldn't sleep.
I stood up, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My dark hair was rumpled with tossing and turning. I was wearing a baggy pair of pyjama bottoms, and a tight-fitting vest top, so low cut you could see the top of my seep purple silk bra. I took a book off the shelf at random: it was a phto album. I thumbed through it, pausing every now and then. After a few minutes flicking through, I came to a photograph that made me gasp.
I didn't know who the woman was, but she was stunning. She had long, bleach blonde hair and blue eyes. The photo was taken on a beach, and she was wearing a skimpy black bikini that showed off her perfect figure... her long, toned legs... her perfect, large breasts. I felt myself begin to moisten. I slide the photo out of the album, and returned to the floor, clutching it.
I pinched my clitoris between my finger and thumb, stroking it. A shot of pleasure went through my body and my pussy began to produce more moisture. I began to slide my fingers into the hole, unable to contain a gasp of pleasure, that came out louder then I thought.
The door swung open, and in the doorway was the woman in the picture. Even in an old pair of shorts and an old, grey, but never-the-less tight t-shirt, she was unbelievably sexy. She looked at me, who, in my shock, had not taken my fingers out of my vagina.
"Couldn't sleep?" she breathed, her voice sending tingles down my spine. "Me either. I'm Tammie's Mom, by the way."
"Oh, hi Mrs. Gerard," I mumbled, coming out of my daze and quickly withdrawing my hand from in my pyjamas.
"Call me Lacey," she waved her hand at me. "I haven't been Mrs. Gerard for five years. Come down to the kitchen, we'll have a coffee."
I followed Lacey down to the kitchen, stunned.
"Do you take sugar?" She asked. I nodded.
"One."
As she stretched up to reach the sugar, I couldn't help noticing how the T-shirt strained against her impressive cleavage, and the long, smooth muscle definition of her legs. She made the coffee and handed it to me.
"So." she sat on the counter, crossing those magnificent legs. "I don't think I've met you before? What's your name?"
"I'm Sophie Baxter."
"Sophie," she tested my name out. I had a sudden, vivid image of her screaming it while I licked her pussy. I shook my head. She's your friends mom! And straight! The image was only intensified though, when I glanced down and caught sight of her nipples, standing to attention. I looked up, to find he blue eyes gazing avidly at me. I knew she'd caught me looking.
"Thanks for the coffee, Lacey. I'm pretty tired now." I turned around to run back upstairs.
"Have you ever been with a woman, Sophie?" Lacey asked me. I turned back around to face her, to find she was not sat on the counter, but stood a few feet away from me.
"Urm...no." I said. The truth was, I'd always lusted after girls, but never acted on it.
"I have" she said calmly, drawing closer to me. "That's why my marriage ended, you know".
She was really close now. Her hand went up to the side of my face, and I could barely believe my luck when her arm slid around my waist. She pressed her body against me, backing me into the fridge.
"There's a first time for everything." she purred seductively.
And then she was kissing me, One hand in my hair, the other circling my hip. My momentary shock soon subsided. As the kiss got deeper, more intense, her tongue down my throat and her body pushed so far into mine I could feel her pussy on my thigh, my hands wondered round to her ass and soon I was squeezing it over her shorts, marvelling at the firmness of each cheek. Her hand found my right breast, and soon she was cupping and squeezing it, grinding against me, as her other hand travelled down, stroking my pussy through my pants.