All characters are fictional, and are of age. If subjects like lesbian sex, abusive parents or teen pregnancy bother you then this story is not for you. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it, and let me know if you'd like a part three!
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When Irma opened the door, the night torrential and frigid, she wasn't expecting it to be Tiffany on her doorstep. The soaked teen was shivering, her thin clothing clinging to her as rain pelted down incessantly.
"Tiffany!? Jesus, what are you doing here!? Get inside, come on."
Irma put her hands on the girl's shoulders, steering her in through the doorway. Up closer Tiffany's teeth were chattering audibly, and her skin was void of warmth. Irma flashed back to the last time she had seen the girl, who was in a similar situation then, and she shook her head worriedly. The teen's only luggage was a small backpack that was as drenched as she was, and the older woman didn't want to know how much it must have cost to get a cab all the way from the trailer park.
She got Tiffany seated in front of the living room heater, swaddling the girl in a layer of blankets and giving her hair a quick towel-dry. Then she sat about drying her body, Irma's tone leaving no room for argument when she told Tiffany to strip.
"But, Mrs. Pierce, I..."
Irma shook her head, not willing to compromise Tiffany's safety for modesty.
"No buts! It's nothing I haven't seen before, and you need to be thoroughly dried."
Tiffany hung her head, knowing that Mrs. Pierce would soon see why she was hesitant to undress.
"Yes, ma'am."
The petite teen began removing her clothes, her back to Irma as she peeled off the soaked clothing. When she was nude Irma approached her, a white, fuzzy towel swiftly gently drying off the girl's shoulders and back. For months Irma had thought about nothing besides getting her hands back on Tiffany, but she held her composure and kept her touch strictly business. When she had finished drying the teen's backside she took a step back, giving a simple command.
"Turn."
Tiffany obeyed, and Irma immediately saw what was going on. The girl had gotten knocked up, her flat little tummy beginning to round as her pregnancy progressed. She couldn't be more than four months, which meant it was just about the last time they had seen each other.
"It was that night, wasn't it? That dipshit Fitzpatrick?"
The teen merely nodded, knowing exactly which night Irma was referring to. A faint blush colored her cheeks at the memory of Irma fucking her, her pussy tingling with arousal at the recollection. This time when Irma stepped forward, the towel starting at the girl's shoulders, there was no pretending that there wasn't attraction. Her eyes bore into Tiffany's, and as Irma dried her way down the teen's body she lingered for far longer than necessary at Tiffany's breasts.
She hadn't even known what she was doing until Tiffany's eyes fluttered shut, a small moan escaping unbidden. The teen was putty beneath the older woman's hands, and Irma couldn't hold back. She stepped closer, heated gaze sliding up to Tiffany's plump, pouty lips, and she kissed the girl. The teen made no protest, mouth opening to allow the mature lesbian's tongue entry. Irma kissed her intently, only stopping when she had to catch her breath.
"Warm me good, Mrs. Pierce?"
Tiffany's question was quiet, but its meaning was implicit. The two women had only thought of each other, and there was no point in trying to pretend that their desire wasn't about to bubble over. Irma took Tiffany's hand, guiding the girl deeper into the small house until they reached the master bedroom. Without preamble she lay the teen on her bed, the girl instantly spreading her legs in a clear invitation. Irma climbed on top of her, pajamas still on, and she carefully hovered above the pregnant teen.
"Oh, baby girl...you're so fucking beautiful it hurts. This is all I've thought about for months, but I didn't think I'd see you again."
A coy little smile lit up Tiffany's face, the girl just as happy to be back.
"Well, I'm here now. Show me how much you've missed me, Mrs. Pierce."
Irma accepted the invitation, peppering the girl's chilled skin with dozens of tiny kisses. She teased her way down the length of the teen's body, and by the time she reached her goal she was practically drooling. Tiffany's pink, wet cunt was waiting eagerly for her, the girl's tight little snatch just begging for attention. Irma happily obliged, her tongue and fingers quickly turning Tiffany's pussy into a gushing mess.
"Yes! Oh God,
yes
! This is all I've dreamed about..."
Tiffany was practically sobbing, her pregnant body making her libido spike like crazy over the last few weeks. She had been craving sex, had wanted to be fucked so badly, but she had only wanted Irma. Her hang-up on the older woman was palpable, and when she would masturbate at night Irma was all she thought about. She hadn't seen any of her usual clients, even when money was scarce, and she was so grateful that her deepest wish was coming true.
The older woman lifted her head for just a moment, her smile beaming up at the teen.
"Me too, sweetheart."
She immediately dove back in, tongue and fingers providing Tiffany with three swift, intense orgasms in a row. When she finally had to beg Irma to give her a break the woman aquised, crawling up the bed so she could spoon Tiffany in her arms.
"There, baby girl. Feel better?"
Tiffany nodded sleepily, exhaustion taking over. She had walked nearly fifteen miles to get to Irma, battling the cold and rain all the way, and it felt wonderful to be held so close to a warm, comforting body. Within moments she was asleep, her sexual urges satisfied. Irma soon followed suit, the late hour catching up to her, but not before she reached between her thighs and got herself off. She was so slick with arousal that it didn't take long for her to come, the older woman biting back a scream as she came all over her fingers.
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