Lesbian runaway

CHAPTER ONE

Teen Kelly Kane was being kept prisoner in the attic.

She had gotten caught…

It was about nine o'clock on a midwinter night, in the middle of the week. Kelly dreaded the imminent appearance of her hated step-father.

Kelly was in her mid-teens, an all-American beauty.

Depression put her body in a slump, as well as lowering her spirits.

She had been kept penned up here for the last two days and nights, since that awful Monday when her world had fallen apart.

When she had gotten caught – caught sinning.

Thank heavens she had only been caught in a kiss, instead of some of the other things she often did with her… special lover.

Dan Waxer – her mother's husband (Kelly never could and never would think of him as her step-father, the idea was repellent) – had fixed up this attic cell.

It was her mother's house, the Kane family house, once Kelly's house, too, but no longer; not since that man had moved in.

The house had a peaked roof, with the attic directly under it. Planks were laid across the rafters to make a floor.

Not all the attic was floored. At the edges, where the pitch of the roof was so low that there was only a few feet of standing space, the boards had not been put in.

Dangling from the ceiling was a wire socket holding a bare, dim, unshaded lamp bulb providing the only light in that place.

Set close to the door was a metal cot, with a thin mattress, sheeted and blanketed. On that mattress, Kelly sat.

It was warm in the attic. The attic was loaded with old household items, including an ancient electric heater which still worked.

It was a small model, which she had set up close to her feet. Its glowing red wires threw off enough heat to keep her warm.

Kelly sat on the cot, with her feet on the floor, her elbows on her knees, and her head resting on her hands, brooding.

She was a lovely girl, with long straight fair hair, a delicately featured pink oval face, and a slim, slender body.

She wore a ski sweater and a pair of skin-tight, frayed, faded jeans. Socks covered her feet, and she had wrapped an old blanket on her shoulders.

Not far from her was the stairwell, a hollow containing eight steep, narrow wooden stairs which led up to the attic.

At the foot of the stairs was a solid panel door.

This old door showed new markings, where Dan Waxer had drilled holes through it to install a lock and hasp.

The door was locked from the outside – sealing Kelly in.

Keeping her prisoner.

For what?

Kelly feared she knew the answer to that question all too well.

The door was solid, as Kelly had discovered when she tested it.

She was locked in.

The attic was very dark and dim, even under the bare light bulb, whose wattage was weak, whose gloom was maddening to eyes that loved light.

Kelly was in low spirits. Her lovely hair hung limply, lank, needing washing.

Time, too, hung heavy on her hands. The only amusement – and it was a thin one – was provided by a box full of old magazines which she had discovered.

They served as a scant consolation prize of sorts, since she had uncovered them while searching the attic for a way out.

She had not found one.

The attic was solid, windowless. Its only opening, apart from the locked door, was the space where the attic fan was set.

Being blocked by the fan blades, it gave no exit.

Kelly could not even call for help, for the house was at the end of a dead-end street, with fields and trees beyond it.

Besides, Dan Waxer was home all day and night, and would hear her calls for help long before any outsider would.

He was, among other character defects, a shiftless bum. He had gotten laid off from his job a long time ago.

His unemployment benefits had run out long ago, but he was content to sit around the house all day and drink beer and subsist on his wife's earnings.

At least that source of supply was about to run dry, Kelly thought thankfully. Her mother's illness would see to that.

Her mother, always of fragile health, had had to go away to Florida, to live with her retired sister for a while to build up her health.

Which unfortunately had left her daughter, Kelly, alone with Dan Waxer.

It had been the worst of all possible times for Kelly's secret sins to be discovered, as they unhappily had been.

Scattered around the floor by the cot were some ancient LIFE magazines from over twenty years ago – why, they were five years older than Kelly herself.

They had provided a bit of amusement in her confinement. She especially liked the photo spreads covering popular actresses of the era.

How sleek and glamorous and lovely they looked, all dressed up and glittering with jewels as they attended social functions!

Still, she wouldn't have traded any one of them for lovely Laurel Wilson.

Thinking of Laurel – and the plight which she shared to an extent with Kelly – made Kelly's eyes mist over with wetness.

Kelly was concerned, not for herself, but for Laurel.

If only she could see Laurel, talk to her, even for a moment!

If only the two of them hadn't gotten caught!

Only a few days ago – as recently as Sunday, in fact – everything had been going perfectly, with idyllic happiness.

Kelly's mind flashed back to that Sunday:

She had gotten up early, to visit her special friend. It was bright and clear and cold outside, and she had dressed warmly.

When she was all dressed, she unlocked her bedroom door, and listened.

Her door in her room had a lock, and ever since Dan Waxer had come to live in the house, Kelly had taken to locking it religiously.

Opening the door a crack, she stuck her head out, listening.

It was early – a little after eight on a Sunday morning.

She didn't expect to find Dan Waxer up and about, and thankfully, she didn't.

She held her boots and tiptoed through the hall in her stocking feet.

She crept down the stairs, freezing in the middle of them.

Dan Waxer sprawled dead drunk, sleeping off last night's boozing.

His ungainly, oversized form was draped over the couch. He lay on his belly; with one arm trailing down over the side of the couch.

He was dressed only in a stained undershirt and a pair of old-fashioned boxer shorts, which were stretched tight across his broad ass.

His shoulders, back, arms, and spindly legs bristled with dark, furlike hair.

He snored, choked, sniffled, gurgled, and made other noises.

But he slept, and for that, Kelly was grateful.

With extra care, she sneaked through the living room into the kitchen.

Dan Waxer did not wake.

In the kitchen, she pulled on her quilted winter coat and a knitted woolen cap which she covered her blonde head with.

She let herself out the side door, easing it and the storm door quietly shut.

It was a bright crisp clear morning, whose chill snapped red color into her pink cheeks, and whose air was invigorating.

Kelly took her bike from the garage, climbed on, went down the driveway and up the street, pedaling hard to get away.

Her legs pumped, so that she left the house far behind in the distance.

It was early, and few folks were stirring out of doors in this suburban town.

In an hour or so, some families would emerge, all dressed up, so that they might attend Sunday services at church.

It was chilly, but a few moments of exercise warmed Kelly up.

She steered her bike through the quiet winding streets. She had a long way to go, over to the other side of town.

Presently she reached the town's business district and main street.

A small secret smile curved her pink lips as she passed the high school she attended – which was attended by Laurel as well.

Tomorrow, it would be another workaday week, back to school – but today was still Sunday, still the weekend.

Kelly bicycled faster.

She crossed the overpass over the highway.

On the other side was a shopping mall and supermarket and fast food joints, as well as a number of garden apartments.

Coasting downhill, Kelly entered one of the apartment complexes.

It consisted of two and three story red brick buildings housing a number of apartments. Kelly had arrived at her destination.

Entering the courtyard, she steered a shaky course on the pathways, since the ground was covered with snow.

Some of the walkway was icy, so she dismounted and walked her bike the rest of the way, up to the front steps of Laurel's apartment building.

Laurel was waiting for her, of course.

Laurel's apartment was on the ground floor, and she stood at the picture window which opened on the courtyard.

Laurel was young and straight and dark-haired, and dressed in white.

Kelly's heart beat faster when she spied her friend.

She waved to her – in return, Laurel blew her a kiss.

Kelly walked her bike up the stone steps. She brought it into the vestibule and stood it against the wall, out of the way.

She did not need to lock it. This town had so far been spared the crime-ridden ravages of the cities, and thieves were few.

At the end of the hall, Laurel's door was open, and Laurel stood outside it.

"You're here bright and early!" Laurel smiled.

"Oh, I would have come earlier, but I didn't want to wake you!" Kelly said.

Laurel chastely kissed Kelly on the cheek.

"Do come in, dear."

Laurel's apartment was lovely. Kelly often thought that when she had a place of her own, she would like it be just like Laurel's.

The apartment consisted of a living room, bedroom, kitchenette, bathroom.

The living room was light and airy, with Art Nouveau framed posters on the walls, and lots of tall plants in earthenware pots.

Kelly took off her wool cap, and her long straight yellow hair tumbled out.

"Let me hang up your coat, Kelly!"

"Thank you."

After hanging up the coat, Laurel turned to the girl.

"Now let me look at you."

Laurel stood facing Kelly, and rested her hands on the girl's slim shoulders.

That morning, Kelly wore a pullover pink sweater, and jeans. Under the sweater she was braless, and her pert firm shapely breasts stood out.

She was long and slim, coltish, high-bosomed, long-legged.

Laurel was about ten years older than Kelly. She was a tall willowy brunette, taller than Kelly, and more rounded, too.

Laurel had dark brown, almost black hair, parted in the middle, short hair which reached down to her jawline on either side.

Her skin was a creamy cameo color, with dark pronounced brows and warm, glowing rich brown eyes, a thin straight nose, and wide red lips.

This morning, Laurel was wrapped in a beige belted robe, which she wore over a one-piece white satin slip that was just utterly lovely.

She had full, rounded breasts, heavy and shapely; a small waist and flat tummy; and wide, womanly hips complete with lush, heart-shaped bottom.

Kelly considered Laurel quite the loveliest woman she had ever seen.

Laurel held a similar opinion regarding Kelly's girlish loveliness.

The young woman and the teen were partners in a mutual admiration society.

Kelly looked especially lovely, with her face glowing red and flushed from the chill outdoors, and her eyes shining with eagerness.

Laurel kissed Kelly on the cheek.

Kelly shivered with anticipation.

Laurel offered Kelly a cup of tea to warm her up.

Kelly accepted. But when Laurel offered the girl some breakfast, Kelly asked if perhaps they could wait until later for it?

Laurel smiled. Of course breakfast could be postponed. But Kelly should have some hot tea, to take the chill from her bones.

Presently, the teapot spout whistled, and soon Kelly and Laurel sat on the couch, close to each other, sipping savory hot tea.

They smiled and chatted of pleasing, nice inconsequentialities. In her eagerness, Kelly discovered that she was gulping down the tea in her haste to finish it.

Kelly set down her tea cup and saucer when the cup was still half-full.

"Oh, Kelly!" Laurel smiled.

"Can we… go to bed now?"

Laurel took Kelly's hand, squeezed it, stood up by way of reply.

The woman and the girl crossed the living room, walking closely, so that Laurel's leg brushed Kelly's as they moved.

The bedroom was equally lovely. It was all natural wood finishing, and pink and white walls, and handsome antique furniture.

Laurel's bed was a modern platform bed made of blond Swedish wood, wide and flat, set close to the floor, with a plush mattress.

Curtains covered the windows quite completely, blocking out the world beyond them.

Laurel eased the door shut, for additional privacy.

"And now, we can really kiss!" Laurel said.

"Oh, yes!"

Laurel embraced Kelly, who turned up her radiant face for kisses galore.

Laurel's wide red lips pressed Kelly's pert pink ones. She hugged Kelly, pulling the girl closely to her.

Kelly opened her mouth to admit Laurel's probing tongue.

Laurel's lips locked on to Kelly's, while her tongue entered the warm moist cavern of Kelly's mouth.

She slithered her tongue over Kelly's, tasting her.

Her hands pressed the girl, fondling long fine straight yellow hair, which fell down to the middle of her back.

She reached down to Kelly's bottom.

Kelly had a high, rounded rump, full and firm. The cheeks were prominently displayed, thanks to the skin-tight jeans covering them.

Now, those buttocks were covered by Laurel's hands.

Laurel pressed and fondled the buttocks while kissing Kelly.

The red shining color in Kelly's face did not come from the cold, not this time. It came from erotic heat bubbling up in her.

Laurel covered her with kisses.

At last, the mouths were disengaged and the females came up for air.

And more…

"Let me take off my clothes," Kelly breathed, "so I can get naked for you!"

"No, Kelly – let me take off your clothes!"

"Oh, please do!"

"Sweet child…"

"Lover…"

They kissed again, before Laurel began undressing Kelly.

Laurel rolled Kelly's sweater up, baring a pink tummy complete with adorable inward navel, then baring her breasts.

Kelly raised her arms so Laurel could free the sweater from them.

Kelly was then naked from the waist up.

Laurel lifted an inquisitive eyebrow.

"No bra, Kelly?"

"Why, you naughty little thing!" Laurel teased.

"I figured there would be less for you to take off!"

"That was good figuring… from a girl with a good figure. Such beautiful breasts you have, Kelly dear!"

"And they're all for you, teacher!"

Laurel was an English teacher at the high school. At home, she had instructed Kelly in the French arts, not to mention various erotic practices associated with the Greek isle of Lesbos.

Kelly's breasts were high, pear-shaped, pointed. Their tips were crowned with long thin nipples ringed by pale pink aureoles.

Those nipples now tingled and became throbbingly erect.

"I must kiss them, darling!" Laurel declared.

She bent her head, lowering her glowing face to Kelly's bosom.

She rubbed her face from side to side, nuzzling the breasts, whose stiff nipples throbbed when gliding across her face.

Laurel's puckered red lips kissed one nipple, then the other.

"That's all?" Kelly asked.

"Well, hardly!" Laurel stated. "But let's get the rest of these clothes off!"

Kelly's nipples throbbed while Laurel reached for the snap of her jeans.

The backs of her hands brushed Kelly's belly.

She snapped open the jeans and drew down the zipper.

Kelly's white panties, satin with little embroidered designs, were exposed, covering her lean hips and gently arched little pubic mound.

Laurel's eyes shone and her mouth watered.

Kelly sat on the edge of the bed to take her boots off.

"I'll take them off for you," Laurel volunteered.

She pulled off Kelly's boots, tucked her socks inside them, and set them by the bed.

Now Kelly rose, standing so her jeans and panties could be taken down.

Those jeans were tight!

Laurel peeled them down off Kelly's hips. Kelly assisted by squirming from side to side, which set her breasts to jiggling.

The tight jeans were rolled down Kelly's taut pink thighs.

She stepped out of the jeans, leaving them on the floor, while she stood dressed only in panties, and thin ones at that.

She had jutting hipbones, a flat tummy, and long, long legs.

The white satin panties were lowcut, stretched across her pussy and the very bottoms of her buttocks, leaving the rest of them beautifully bare.

Laurel rubbed Kelly through the panties – at first.

The teacher's skilled touch knew what Kelly needed.

Kelly moaned softly as her pubic mound, her pussy lips, were fondled through the sheer sleek fabric of the panties.

Inside, she moistened.

Laurel slipped her hand down the front of the panties.

Kelly was a yellow-haired blonde. Her pubic hair was darker in color, so that it was a pale, light brown tuft.

The hairs were compressed tightly against her mound.

She had a slim narrow slitted pussy, with petal-pink labia, thin and delicate.

Those pussy lips trembled under Laurel's fondling fingers.

"You get naked, too," Kelly urged.

"I will."

Laurel unbelted her robe and took it off.

"Oh, so pretty!" Kelly complimented.

Laurel wore a white satin full-length slip. Her breasts were fitted into elaborately embroidered lace cups held up by thin straps.

The rest of the gown was clinging white satin, molded to her curves.

The hem reached down to mid-thigh, a hem of ruffled white lace.

Smiling provocatively, Laurel slipped first one, then the other, shoulder strap down to her arms, and peeled off the breast cups.

Her breasts were rounded, globular, very full. Her fine body tone kept her bosom high and shapely.

Laurel had very large, very dark brown nipples. The points were fat, and the aureoles were like brown buttons pasted on creamy bosom flesh.

Those nipples puckered, stiffened, throbbed in erection.

The slip dropped down to her waist, held in place by her wide flaring hips.

Her heavy, stiff-nippled breasts bobbed as she tugged them down.

She was naked under the slip.

Her bush was dark brown, darker than her head hair, sleek shiny fur covering her mound and most of her pussy lips.

Her pussy lips were fully fleshed, intricately folded, beautifully formed.

And now quivered with absolute lust.

Naked, Laurel went to naked Kelly.

Once more they embraced, face to face, front to front – this time, in the nude.

Kelly's flesh sparked and tingled in scores of places, where Laurel's smooth warm flesh glided and slid over it.

Laurel's heavy breasts nuzzled Kelly's smaller, shapely bosom.

She pressed her hips against Kelly's so closely that the hairs of her bush were interwoven with those of the girl's.

Kelly's pussy flamed when rubbed by Laurel's pussy lips.

Laurel kissed Kelly on the mouth while fondling the girl.

Her hands roamed up and down Kelly, stroking the girl's sides, flanks, thighs, and particularly her lush, bare bottom.

She broke off the kiss only to urge Kelly into bed.

Laurel's heavy, stiff-nippled breasts dangled enticingly when she leaned forward to turn down the blankets and sheets.

Kelly was eased down on the sheets, which were smooth against her soft flesh.

She lay on her back, while Laurel joined her in bed.

Laurel lay on her side, facing Kelly.

She fondled Kelly's quivering breasts.

Kelly lay on her back, her eyes heavy-lidded and smoldering, lips parted.

Laurel's fingers rolled stiff nipples, tweaking and teasing them.

Kelly turned her head to the side, so she might nuzzle Laurel's bosom.

"Sweet…"

Laurel murmured.

She moved so that her breasts dangled over Kelly's face.

Laurel moved from side to side, so that her breasts glided over Kelly's face.

Kelly planted dozens of hot quick kisses on the bosom.

Laurel cupped a breast, soft ivory flesh oozing between her fingers.

She guided the stiff, fat, throbbing nipple to Kelly's puckered lips.

Kelly hotly kissed the nipple.

She stuck out her long pink pointed tongue and began kissing the breasts and licking them, polishing them with shining sticky saliva.

Her attention focused on the twin buttons of the nipples.

"Are you hungry, baby?" Laurel murmured.

"Oh, yes!"

"Here, then – feed on me!"

Laurel inserted her stiff nipple between Kelly's sucking lips.

Kelly wrapped her lips around it and dreamily nursed at the nipple.

Her puckered lips made soft sucking sounds as she suckled.

Laurel smoothed strands of yellow hair away from Kelly's pink forehead.

Her other hand walked down Kelly's slim warm body, down to her crotch.

Fondling fingers toyed with the soft fleecy curls of Kelly's tufted bush.

The fingertips walked over the pussy lips, stroking them, teasing them.

Erotic heat rose in those quivering pink pussy lips.

Kelly's buttocks tightened, and she moved her hips in response to the fondling.

Her moaning mouth sent vibrations rippling through Laurel's taut nipple.

Laurel laid her middle finger lengthwise in Kelly's slit, between the pussy lips.

Thick sticky moisture oozed against her finger.

Kelly was more than ready.

Laurel, likewise.

There was a liquid popping sounds when Laurel eased her nipple from Kelly's mouth.

"Ummm, let me do the other nipple, too!" Kelly urged.

"Later, darling… time enough for that later."

Laurel ached urgently for more pressing satisfaction.

She got on hands and knees on the mattress and crawled to the bed's head.

To Kelly's head.

Laurel squatted with her knees planted on either side of Kelly's head. She faced Kelly's feet… and pussy.

Kelly moaned with wanting, with hungry lust.

Her mouth would be filled directly.

Looking up, Kelly delighted in the sight of Laurel's black-bushed, thick-lipped pussy quivering inches from her face.

Laurel's smooth creamy thighs pressed Kelly's cheeks.

Laurel lowered her crotch down on Kelly's face.

The hairs of her bush tickled Kelly's nostrils as the pussy descended.

From the slitted sex of the older female arose the thick, pungent musk of sexual arousal – nature's sweetest, most savory perfume.

Kelly's chiseled nostrils flared at the touch of the scent.

Laurel smelled ripe, aromatic, rich with sexual secretions.

She brushed her pussy lips against Kelly's puckered lips.

Kelly pressed hot kisses on the pussy lips.

Laurel moved her hips, so that all her pussy was covered with kisses.

Kelly opened her mouth wide, to accept the love offering.

Laurel's pussy lips touched down on Kelly's lips, and spread.

Pussy lips spread to the sides, exposing dripping pink membranes.

The intensity of the musky aroma was doubled when the pussy was opened.

Pussy lips quivered while pressing parted mouth lips.

Kelly's mouth was engulfed by her mentor's hot wet pussy.

Like Kelly, Laurel simmered and steamed within her slit.

Laurel moaned, sighed, squirmed.

Inside, she was tight.

Her inner pussy pressed Kelly's probing tongue.

Within, juices were thick, tingling on the invading tongue.

Greedily, Kelly lapped and slurped the secretions.

The girl's mouth was filled with the taste and pungent aroma of Laurel's sweet, succulent sex. Kelly could not get enough!

"Oh, Kelly, my sweet love, oh, what you're doing to me!"

Laurel leaned forward – causing her pussy to press even more tightly against the mouth sucking and slurping it.

As she bent far forward, her stiff-nippled breasts pressed Kelly's tummy.

Kelly parted her thighs when Laurel's palms pressed them.

Kelly held her legs wide apart, opening them for her lesbian lover.

Her pink, nakedly exposed pussy quivered.

Laurel's warm, moist, excited breath tingled on the delicate labia.

Laurel lowered her head and pressed her crotch to the pussy.

Her puckered red lips pressed hot kisses on bush and pussy lips.

The aroma arising from between Kelly's spread legs was not so very rich as Laurel's, but was equally fragrant.

Laurel's eyes rolled dreamily as she inhaled Kelly's natural, musky perfume.

Kelly moved her hips in response to Laurel's pussy kisses.

Laurel nuzzled Kelly's tender little tufted bush.

Kelly's pussy lips glowed under Laurel's many kisses.

Laurel's tongue went where her lips had gone.

Kelly squirmed when the tongue tip touched her intimate flesh.

Laurel traced out the folds and form of Kelly's pussy lips.

The pink labia glowed warmly, under the coating of sticky shiny saliva.

Laurel glided her tongue up and down the slit.

Beads of saliva clung to Kelly's bush.

Laurel pressed her tongue tip into the slit itself, between the pussy lips.

Beaded vaginal secretions tingled on Laurel's tongue as she glided it up and down the slit, coaxing fresh juices from within.

Pressing her tongue to the slit, Laurel pried open the pussy lips and penetrated the slitted sex, thrusting her tongue deep.

Kelly moaned when fully entered by Laurel's wide, wet, limber tongue.

For her part, Kelly worked ardently for Laurel's pussy pleasure.

Vaginal secretions, mixed with saliva from Kelly's mouth, had smeared on the teen's face, covering it and making it shine.

Laurel's buttocks rolled over Kelly's upper face as she squirmed with arousal.

Kelly's young pussy was even tighter than Laurel's, for the adult teacher was wide-hipped and broad where Kelly was slim-lipped and narrow.

Laurel tasted long and deeply of the nectar of Kelly's pussy.

Now, Laurel moved her tongue out of the slit, gliding it up to the top of the labia, where it probed for the clitoris.

Kelly's moans vibrated through Laurel's hot pussy.

Kelly's clitoris was a delicate, delicious little pink pearl of flesh.

Laurel licked little, arousing circles around the clitoris.

Kelly's pink-lipped pussy shone with saliva and secretions.

Kelly's buttocks were tightly clenched as she moved her hips in response.

Only a month or two ago, when Kelly had first come to Laurel and been taken under the teacher's wing, the girl was innocent of lesbian love.

Since then, she had become skilled in womanly pleasures.

While her own clitoris was tongued, Kelly withdrew her tongue from Laurel, and pressed its tip to Laurel's button of love.

Laurel's clitoris was larger, more prominent than Kelly's.

Kelly's clitoris was a little pearl, while Laurel's was a marble of flesh.

Laurel's clitoris throbbed like a tiny, beating heart.

Its aroused throbbings only increased under the erotic pressure of Kelly's tongue.

The woman and the girl were locked in heated lesbian love.

Laurel crouched over Kelly's slim form. Her lush body covered Kelly's. Laurel's legs were folded at the knees, and her smooth thighs hugged Kelly's upturned face.

As she rocked and writhed on Kelly, her fleshy buttocks pressed the girl's face.

In her arousal, Kelly raised her long thin legs, bending them at the knees.

Laurel's lips and tongue worked on Kelly's clitoris.

Kelly's heated moans increased with each tongue caress of her clitoris.

Her pussy was awash with juices, her heart hammered.

Her climax was very near.

Kelly fought to delay her climax, so that she and Laurel might come together.

But there was no resisting Laurel's artful tongue work.

Erotic heat was kindled into a roaring blaze between Kelly's legs.

Suddenly, Kelly came.

Her lithe body stiffened with muscular tension at the onset of orgasm.

Her clitoris was the flashpoint from which heat blossomed.

Hot glory blazed through Kelly.

Laurel lifted her licking tongue from Kelly's clitoris.

To tongue the clitoris while the climax raged would be too intense!

Laurel likewise lifted her pussy from Kelly's mouth, so the girl could breathe.

Kelly's voice contorted with quivering, wracking moans of delight.

Sexual fire coursed through her – her pussy was the center of the inferno.

She shivered and shuddered on the sweat-stained sheets.

Her climax peaked… then faded.

Kelly slumped dreamily, dazed, as the muscular tension relaxed.

She collapsed on her back on the bed.

Not until Kelly had recovered from her orgasm, did Laurel put the girl to work to complete the job (beloved task!) of mouthing Laurel to climax.

The morning passed in a dreamy haze of lesbian love.

When they rested, they put on robes and went into the kitchen, where Kelly assisted Laurel in making brunch.

All too soon, the late afternoon rolled around.

Kelly's heart sank as she saw the time.

Soon she must leave this lesbian Eden, to return to her dreary home – a home made dreary by the presence of Dan Waxer.

Kelly must clean up, for she was sweaty and sexed up, and her hated step-father, who constantly watched her, would notice such things.

So Kelly and Laurel shared a delightful shower.

Both naked, the woman and the girl stood behind the glass door of the shower stall, hot water spraying down on them.

Clouds of steam rose, misting and fogging the door.

Tingling spray made Kelly's flesh glow. Under it, her body was all pink and sleekly shining. Wet hair was plastered down to her scalp.

It was heavenly, when her wet sleek body brushed Laurel's.

Of course, in the narrow confines of the shower stall, the two females were in constant contact, flesh sliding against soft wet flesh.

Laurel insisted on washing Kelly.

Kelly stood in a corner of the shower stall, out of the direct spray, so Laurel could lather her up.

The bar of soap was slippery and sensual as it glided over Kelly's soaked flesh.

Laurel heavily lathered up Kelly's pert pear-shaped breasts, covering them with masses of frothy, foamy lather.

Kelly's stiff long nipples jutted out of masses of bubbling foam.

The teen spread her long legs so Laurel could wash between them.

Laurel wickedly excited Kelly, when she massaged the bar of soap against Kelly's pulsing pussy, which heated rapidly.

Kelly's bush, darkened from being soaked through, was white with foamy bubbling lather, which was on her pussy lips as well.

Laurel put her hand between Kelly's legs and masturbated her.

The heat of the shower was nothing compared to the erotic heat within Kelly.

Dreamy eyed, she leaned forward, panting for breath, moaning.

Her wet buttocks pressed the tiles of the shower wall, sliding and squeaking against them.

Laurel's caressing hand worked between Kelly's legs.

Gasping, Kelly leaned forward, her face nuzzling Laurel's breasts.

Ordinarily cream colored, Laurel's bosom glowed darkly pink, thanks to the flushed heat which the shower had drawn into her body.

Kelly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around a stiff nipple.

She sucked urgently while Laurel's hand worked on her.

And brought her to a climax!

When she came, Kelly felt like her head had exploded, along with her pussy.

Laurel's nipple flopped free of Kelly's moaning mouth.

Kelly, gasping, hunched forward, hugging herself, legs bending at the knees.

She dropped down to her knees on the floor of the shower.

Which brought her directly under the path of the shower spray, which spattered down stimulatingly on head and shoulders.

Kelly reached up and hugged Laurel's wide hips.

Moaning, she rubbed her face against Laurel's hips, bush, pussy, thighs.

Laurel's bush was soaked through and through, while her strong thighs were sleek and slippery with running water.

Kelly's moaning mouth puckered up and pressed kisses on Laurel's sex.

Laurel spread her feet wide apart, opening her thighs to expose her pussy fully to the loving attentions of Kelly's mouth.

Kelly pressed hot sucking kisses on Laurel's pussy.

Pressing her parted lips to the pussy lips, she, lanced her tongue inside.

Her tongue thrust and probed, licking Laurel's juices.

Laurel's plump, heart-shaped buttocks tightened as she rocked her hips in response to the rhythm of Kelly's tongue.

Kelly reached up to clutch those buttocks, one in each hand.

Withdrawing her tongue from within the slit, she slid it up to the summit of the pussy, to press, tease, tantalize, and satisfy the clitoris.

The splashing gurgle of the shower could not drown out Laurel's gasping moans.

Kelly pressed her lips against Laurel's clitoris.

She whipped the throbbing button of flesh with her tongue.

It took little of that clit worship to make Laurel climax.

Laurel's climaxing pussy heaved convulsively against Kelly's lips.

Her body shook as she came intensely.

Laurel and Kelly were forced to wash up again, to clean up after the first shower!

All too soon, though, Kelly was washed, scrubbed, toweled dry.

Laurel's hair dryer quickly blew the wetness out of Kelly's long blonde hair.

Kelly was depressed at having to climb into her clothes and kiss Laurel goodbye.

She would see her again, tomorrow – at school.

But, as always, while in the high school the lesbian lovers must pretend to be nothing more to each other than teacher and student.

Sometimes – most times! – it was hard for Kelly to keep up that pretense.

At least she had all the wonderful memories of the hours of love she and Laurel had shared – those memories helped Kelly endure her absence from her lover.

If only she was eighteen!

Then she could just leave home and live with Laurel.

As she biked home from Laurel's on that Sunday afternoon, Kelly little dreamed that total disaster lurked only a day away!