Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
“It felt good, and Peta is very good at ‘mixing drinks’, you are very lucky to have her.” Lee laughed softly.
“You have a way with words Bobbi.” As she stroked my legs back and forth, all the while looking into my eyes.
“You see that red-headed, pale skin nymph in the pool?” Lee asked. I nodded as I took another small sip of my very strong Bacardi with a dash of coke.
“How would you like to meet her?”
“When you say to meet her, do you mean just to meet her or, do you mean, you know, get to know her?” I hesitantly inquired.
Lee laughed quietly, “You catch on quickly, Bobbi. Either way is up to you. Her name is Margaret Longwood. She is very compliant and will hang on every word you utter and obey everything you ask of her.”
“Really” I replied. “Why would I want a friend like that?”
Lee looked at me, all the while running her hands up and down my leg, and each time her hand-finished a little higher until she gently touched my bushy core. On the next trip around the long slender legs, she stopped at my core and rested her hand there just tinkering with the moisture that had once again started to ooze from me.
“Bobbi I have just this afternoon met you and you are a complete surprise to me. When Macca told me she was bringing a new friend with her and she told me of your little adventure last weekend.” She kept looking into my eyes as she spoke and toyed with my kitty.
“I was certain you would be a shy, nervous little domesticated mouse. One I could mold and share with all my old friends.” She let a finger start to enter me, I closed my eyes and relaxed. She then just as suddenly stopped, withdrew her fingers, and put them to my lips. I opened my mouth and sent my tongue out to lick them. She smiled and told me. “You Bobbi are not going to be anyone’s plaything, are you? Unlike Margaret, you will be seated at the table and not on your knees.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I smiled just the same.
Lee stood up and put her sunglasses back into place, then called out “Margaret sweetie, come here. You too Macca.” And she turned and walked back towards the little hut in the corner of the garden. I lay there sipping on my drink, which had all but gone during the time Lee had been talking to me. Peta wandered over to me and sat next to me in a garden chair.
“Another drink sweetie?” She asked with a smile.
“I think just a coke and plenty of ice this time,” I said jokingly. Peta laughed, “A bit strong was it?” then got up and poured coke into a tall glass full of chipped ice and brought it over to me. Suggesting we should follow the others.