Chapter 1
Laura Nichols could see the crotch of the girl clearly.
If she could see so could Mike. Glancing at her son, she saw his eyes Gleaming. He was peeking without shame between the smooth knees of Jamey. The glance was quick. Mike sat beside Laura at the small table of the ice cream store. Jamey was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl.
Laura watched Jamey closely, and soon realized the girl was fully aware of her exposure. Not only aware but intentionally making it obvious. She would laugh and giggle and squirm in the small white chair, spreading her knees in a way that would, to some, appear accidental in her exuberance. But Laura had seen those sparkling eyes peek at Mike.
Her son was fascinated with Jamey, Laura knew. He had been for some months. It was easy to see why he was fascinated.
Jamey was a beautiful girl, slender with honey-blonde hair and creamy skin. She was popular in school and seemed to be friendly with everyone. Her personality was bubbly and outgoing. Jamey was the typical California girl, perhaps a bit more. She was well tanned, and her body exquisite.
At the moment, Jamey wore a very tight light-blue T-shirt. Her succulent tits were molded, outlined by the garment, and from the way her nipples protruded, Laura knew very well that she was not wearing a bra. Her tits were sweetly shaped. The skirt she wore must have came from the sixties, it was so short. But then, if any girl had the body for a micro skin, it was Jamey. Her legs were long, slender, inviting the eye. The golden color of them testified to her love of sunshine.
Yes, it was understandable why Jamey fascinated her son. Any boy would be, especially at Mike's age when the juices were running, his desires growing.
She vaguely wondered if Mike had ever fucked a girl. He was, to her, still quite young.
Gazing toward Jamey, she saw the girl pretend to lose her balance on the chair. One leg shot out, and the whole of Janey's crotch became blatantly visible. The crotch of her panties seemed as tight as her T- shirt, Laura thought. Her panties were a pale green.
Before she could stop herself, Laura glanced down at her son's lap, and noticed his cock was straining at his pants. An unexpected ripple moved up and down her spine, and she recognized it as erotic excitement. Shivering, she pulled her eyes from Mike's crotch and looked boldly at Jamey.
Jamey was the same age as Mike. They had grown up with each other, practically. Although they had not been all that close, each with separate friends, Laura saw the attraction between the two now. She thought Jamey was somewhat of a tease, wearing her short shorts and those T-shirts that left nothing to the imagination. But she could not help liking the girl anyway. No one could help liking Jamey.
The problem was, Janey's parents, who lived almost a block from their house, thought Laura was a wicked person. It was ridiculous, of course. Janey's parents were old-fashioned and, to them, any divorced woman was wicked. Their attitude failed to disturb Laura, however. On the other hand, it was this very attitude that seemed to keep her son and Jamey apart.
Laura would not mind if her son had a girlfriend, a sweetheart. Puppy love could be so wonderful, she knew. So far, Mike showed no interest in any girl except Jamey.
Laura found herself gazing steadily into the girl's dark eyes. There was heat in those eyes, she realized, and she wondered if Jamey was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Jamey moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips.
Laura shuddered and turned her eyes, finishing her ice cream and saying to her son: "Ready to leave, honey?"
Obviously Mike was not ready to go, but he obediently stood up and walked with her to the car. The shopping center was huge, and the parking area even larger. Laura felt her hand brush the back of Mike's as they walked, and a distinct tingle went through her.
Laura's skirt hiked up past her knees as she got in the car, and she left it there. She was not a prude, not by any means.
Mike was more preoccupied, than usual as they drove home. Laura knew very well he was thinking of Jamey. And she could still see that crotch in her own mind. She was only slightly disturbed that she felt excited by it. The fact that her nipples were hard, her cunt pulsing gently between her thighs because of seeing Janey's crotch, was not in the least troublesome to Laura.
After arriving home, Mike immediately walked off down the sidewalk, mumbling about seeing some friends. Laura watched her son go, hands stuffed into his pockets and his head down. She knew he wanted to be alone, to think and possibly dream about Jamey.
The house was comfortably cool, and she prepared herself a glass of instant iced tea. She was sipping it and twisting the dial on the radio when the knock on the door came.
"Why, hello, Jamey," she said, surprised to see the girl. "If you're looking for my son, he ran off down the block someplace."
"Will he be home soon, Laura?" Janey's voice was soft, almost in a whispery, musical way.
Laura had always loved her voice. She wasn't sure when Mike would come home, but found herself saying: "Probably very soon. Would you like to come in and wait for him?"
"If it's no trouble."
"Trouble? Come on in and have some iced tea with me."
She fixed a tall glass of tea for Jamey, feeling a strangeness within her, a warmth that was at the same time alien and exciting. When she returned to the living room, she found Jamey sitting on the floor going through Mike's collection of records. Her legs were crossed, the creamy thighs revealed. Laura found herself sitting on the floor with Jamey, and once again they gazed boldly at each other.
"You like me?" Jamey asked in a whispery voice.
"Of course I like you, honey," Laura replied. "Just because of what your parents think of me, well ..."
"They're a couple of old farts," Jamey said.
"I'm sure they're ..."
"No, Laura," Jamey interrupted. "Everyone says it. They're so damned old- fashioned, they try to make me wear Mother Hubbard dresses. They have a fit when I wear this." She indicated her T- shirt and short skirt.
"I think you're lovely," Laura said, her voice oddly throaty.
"I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, Laura," Jamey said with that disturbing voice, her dark eyes bold as ever.
Laura jumped.
Jamey had placed her palm on one of Laura's knees. She dropped her eyes down, looking at it, shivering. The hand felt unusually hot, as if it were searing her flesh.
"You liked what you saw," Jamey said, making it a statement, and at the same time sliding her hand past Laura's knee. "So did Mike."
Laura felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched Janey's hand move higher, caressing in circles on her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing rate, and she heard the gasping sounds of Janey's breath.
Jamey then took Laura's hand and drew it toward her golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up that thigh, Laura felt a sudden lurching between her legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now, her clit throbbing. Jamey was holding her wrist, moving her palm up and down the thigh.
Laura saw the crotch of those tight panties again, and heard the girl's soft sigh. Jamey released her wrist, but Laura left her hand on that hot thigh, moving it slowly by herself now. They continued looking into each other's eyes, and Laura moved her hand higher. She felt the tight panties with the tips of her fingers, and Jamey uncrossed her legs and spread them widely, leaning back and bracing herself with her hands.
"I like to be touched," Jamey said in a low voice. "You want to touch me, don't you, Laura? The way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, I know you want to touch me."
Laura couldn't seem to stop herself. Her fingers moved slowly about the crotch of Janey's panties, finding them moist. She traced the puffy cunt lips, then dragged her finger up and down the slit of her pussy. Jamey mewled and twisted her ass on the floor.
Laura's palm cupped Janey's wet cunt.
She felt the heat of that succulent cunt burning into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly. Jamey whimpered with pleasure and began to grind her pussy slowly against Laura's hand.
Laura was not thinking of anything, only of the delight she felt at touching this sweet cunt.
Jamey lifted her hips, bringing her cunt tighter into Laura's hand, mewling softly. "Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Laura. I love being touched this way."
Jamey sprawled back on the floor, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Laura was sitting between Janey's spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Janey's hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl's cunt.
Before she knew it, Laura was leaning over, kissing just above a dimpled knee. Jamey was twisting. her little ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight. As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick at Janey's thigh, Laura felt her own pussy pulsing in a fiery desire. With her tongue lapping slowly along the thigh, she kept fondling the other. She found her lips gliding higher and higher on Janey's thigh then she was licking the soft, sensitive flesh only a few inches from that bubbling cunt. Shifting her face, Laura licked at the other thigh, her eyes closed with this ecstasy she was feeling.
Her tongue went up and down the girl's creamy thighs, licking mostly along the inner surfaces where it was most sensitive. Her hands moved up and down the outside, and over Janey's rounded hips. Jamey was cooing and writhing her hips about, arching her pussy up.
The fresh, clean scent of Janey's cunt was sweet to Laura's senses, and she gazed for a moment at the bulge of that cunt. Again she stroked a fingertip up and down the crotch of the girl's tight panties.
A growl came from Laura's throat.
She shoved her mouth to Janey's crotch, sucking at her moist panties. She pulled at the panties with her white teeth, then lapped her tongue up and down, tasting the wetness of that delicious cunt through the thin panties.
