Authors Note - This story is mostly about lesbian sex, but it does include some incest, too. If you're not into that sort of thing, you might want to skip this one.
It was almost midnight on a Friday evening and all was dark on that tree-lined suburban avenue save for the periodic pools of light cast by the street lights.
It would be erroneous to say that all was quiet that evening, though.
From a certain ranch-style home standing behind a well groomed lawn, the throbbing beat of a rock 'n' roll song seemed to be dully reverberating up from underneath. It wasn't loud enough to inspire any of the neighbors who were still awake to hear it to call the cops and complain, but it would certainly bring the owner of the home a couple of cutting comments tomorrow if it kept playing for much longer.
And why was their loud music blaring from somewhere underneath this small home at such an ungodly hour in the first place?
The simple answer was that there was a slumber party taking place that night and the five girls who had gathered together in this home had taken the party downstairs to what had once been a dark, dank basement. Long ago remodeled into a comfortable family room, the teenagers had chosen this as the site of their party because it came equipped with a great big TV and video game system, a wet bar fully stocked with a variety of bottled water and soft drinks, a stereo system that was powerful enough to shatter glass if cranked up all the way, and some sofas with deep and soft cushions.
Gwen Shapiro happened to come downstairs just as the song was coming to an end to gather up some of the litter the girls were making and she had to smile as she listened to the teenagers enthusiastically debate the merits of the band. Hearing the passionate debate over this tune from a band she was confident would be forgotten by the end of the month really took her back to when she too had been young. This was exactly the sort of debate she and her own friends had gotten into once upon a time.
Still, she was glad that she had timed her arrival to come between songs. She had tried often enough to warn her daughter and her friends that they could damage their hearing by playing their music at such a high volume, but they didn't listen any better than she herself had when her own mother had tried to give her that same warning.
It seems that every generation of teenagers was utterly convinced that they were invincible and immortal.
Casting a glance around the room, Gwen reflected that any heterosexual man young or old would give his left arm to be in this room right now. It was just packed with nubile young ladies between eighteen and nineteen years old and not a single one of them was fully dressed.
Gwen's own daughter Becky was on the couch closest to the stereo and held a firm grip on it's remote control as she vigorously argued the merits of the band. At that moment, it looked like she was wearing only a nightshirt and a pair of panties and so her long, smooth legs were visible right from her bare feet almost up to her hip.
The girl sitting on the floor in front of the couch and insisting that the group was never going to make it was named Kelly Ferraro. She was dressed in a pair of awfully short shorts so that her legs too were on display, but it was kind of hard for most people to get their eyes farther down than her chest. The T-shirt she was wearing was stretched almost to the bursting point by a very healthy pair of breasts and so it was blatantly obvious that she was not wearing a bra.
The only girl on the other couch was named Anna Mondale and it looked to Gwen like she was trying to egg the argument on by being on one side for a little while and then shifting sides. She was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and one of those little crop tops that ended just below her perky little breasts.
Over by the wet bar and doing her best to stay out of the whole argument no matter how hard Becky and Kelly were trying to enlist her to their side, was a girl named Mary Walsh. She had become a bit of a wallflower, convinced that she wasn't very attractive thanks to her braces and freckles, but here among just her very best friends she would relax enough to let her innate beauty shine through at long last. She was dressed the most conservatively of them all in a simple pajama top and bottom set.
The fifth and final girl was Sally Turner and at the moment she was busy looking through the rack of CD's, perhaps hinting at where she stood in the debate over that band. Like Gwen's daughter, she was dressed in a nightshirt, though her's was a little more modest and hung down almost to her knees.
Gwen couldn't help but let her eyes linger for just a moment on Sally, feasting on the beauty of the teen, but she then forced herself to look away hastily. She could only hope that no one was noticing how her eyes kept tending to wander over to that particular teenaged girl as it might bring a number of questions that she just did not want to have to answer.
Flushing warmly, she busied herself with the chore that had originally brought her here.
Sally looked back over her shoulder and just stared for a long, silent moment without even realizing that she was being so obvious about it. Biting her bottom lip contemplatively, she let her eyes roam freely over this woman who was old enough to be her mother, enjoying how snugly her jeans fit and how her top seemed to almost mold itself to her full breasts.
She felt a very familiar tingle ignite deep inside her and darted a quick look around at the other girls as she did some scheming.
Going by the wet bar on her way back towards the staircase, Gwen happened to notice that the girls had already wolfed down just about all of the food she had set out for them. They would need more, she decided. "I'll be right back with some more snacks, girls," she told them with a warm smile, "then I'll be out of your way."
A huge smile lit up Sally's face when she heard this. Her friend's mother had given her just the opening she had been looking for!
"Oh, why don't you let me help you with that, Mrs. Shapiro!"
Abandoning the CD rack she had once been examining so carefully, she hurried across the room and was up the stairs before anyone could react.
Even Gwen seemed a little nonplused, though she knew exactly what must be going through that girl's mind. This was just the kind of foolish, impulsive behavior that could get them both into a whole lot of trouble, she knew all too well, but as she headed upstairs after the young woman she also knew that she was not about to refuse what was being so eagerly and willingly offered to her.
"Thank you, dear! I appreciate it!" she called after Sally even as she charged up the stairs after her.
Behind them and unseen by either Gwen or Sally, the remaining four girls just shot knowing looks at each other and let out a few exasperated moans.
* * *
Gwen had hardly arrived in the kitchen before she was grabbed bodily and yanked across to the island that dominated it's center. In moments, she found herself leaning back against that island heavily as she received what may well have been the fiercest, most desperate kiss of her entire life.
As the girl threw her arms around her neck, Gwen slipped her's around the teenager's waist and pulled her in tight.
"This is crazy, Sally," the older woman muttered breathlessly when the pair finally came up for air. "Becky is just downstairs! So are all of your very best friends! We shouldn't be doing this now when any or all of them might come back upstairs at any moment and catch us!"
