Chapter 3: Alice and Zoe

“Come in,” Alice Samuels called when she heard a knock at her door. She turned to check out her reflection in the full-length hall mirror. Alice had purchased an A-line, pleated miniskirt to wear for this occasion. It had taken her six months of vigorously working out at the gym for an hour a day, seven days a week, to get to where she was confident enough to wear it.

Alice’s tiny A-cup breasts were unfettered beneath a halter-necked, backless silk midi-top. Alice’s petite, conical nipples showed her anticipation and arousal, tenting her top’s front. Her recently pierced belly button held an opal that filled her entire button and from which hung a platinum chain to another opal. Sheer black stay-up stockings adorned her long, slender legs, and black 7-inch heels caused her athletically toned calves and shapely bottom to pop.

A fortune spent at a hairdresser’s meant her typically messy hair had been cut so that the sides were short and the rest slicked back and layered. Then, Alice had the hairdresser dye it silver-blonde. The style and colour suited Alice’s angular face, and for the aware, revealed that Alice had finally come out as gay to her children, family, and friends.

Her parents, because of their strict religious views, had immediately disowned her and pursued a fruitless case to have her declared an unfit mother. Her children couldn’t have cared less, with her eldest daughter, Matilda, saying, “Well, duh. Really?” Her only son, Brett, said, “Good on you for coming out, Mum. I’m proud of you.”

Alice’s work colleagues at the Department of Human Services (Queensland) already knew Alice was gay, so there was no revelation there. Some of her friends outside of work were noticeably absent from her life now, but most had already suspected what Alice was, and they couldn’t have cared less either.

Alice nervously turned to face the door. Her attraction to and lust for her children’s seventeen-year-old babysitter was about to be requited or go down in embarrassing flames. Either way, Alice’s corn-kernel-sized nubbin throbbed, and her new thong panties were already wet.

Outside the door.

Thanks, Daddy,” Zoe Carter gushed. She’d had her hand on her father’s thigh for the entire journey to Alice’s home. She could feel his erection straining against his pants, but lacked the courage to do what she so desperately wanted—unzip him and take him out before lowering her lips and taking Luke’s long, thick cock in her mouth. She stopped to kiss his cheek through the car window before tripping happily up to Alice’s door.

She knocked loudly and heard Alice call, “Come in.”

Zoe opened the door and strode inside. She gaped when Ms Samuels seductively swayed out of her hallway and towards her. She took in the tall, angular figure, the heavily made-up face, the revealing clothes, and her sweet little nubbin throbbed with approval. Brett had told Zoe that his mother had finally come out, and like her fourteen-year-old lover, Zoe hadn’t been surprised.

“Phhuuwwweeeeet-Phheeew! Ms S,” Zoe whistled appreciatively. “Looks like someone’s got a hot date tonight. Who’s the lucky guy?” Zoe said, ‘Guy,’ because Alice hadn’t come out to her yet, and Zoe didn’t know if Alice wanted her to know yet.

“It’s a woman,” Alice said seductively. “And she is indeed a ‘hot date’!”

Zoe looked at Alice, instantly knowing who Alice’s ‘date’ was—her. If Alice was going out and needed Zoe to babysit, then Brett and Grace would have already come out to greet her, even if they weren’t already in the lounge where she stood. Matilda may have tried to act cool and remain aloof in her room, but not the other two.

Smiling challengingly, Zoe misquoted the famous line from The Graduate. “Ms. Samuels, you’re trying to seduce me ... aren’t you?”

Delighted by Zoe’s accepting but challenging response, Alice grinned and quoted back. “I am not trying to seduce you ... Would you like me to seduce you? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“Most definitely,” Zoe giggled, striding across the lounge and into Alice’s embrace.

Alice swept the petite teenager into her arms and locked her lips to Zoe’s. Alice was hot to trot and tempted to drag Zoe to her bedroom for some predinner fun, but she controlled the urge and revelled in Zoe’s sure embrace. ‘This is not Zoe’s first Sapphic kiss,’ Alice realised. She briefly wondered if Zoe and Matilda had played but then felt guilty for having that thought. Matilda was such a tattle-tale that she would have immediately told Alice if Zoe had done anything untoward.

Alice broke their kiss, breathily saying, “You have no idea for how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Me, too,” Zoe nonsensically replied, her wits scattered to the winds. Even her liaison with Willow’s mother, Shirley, hadn’t been as intense as her kiss and embrace with Alice.

Taking Zoe’s hand, Alice said, “Shall we?” She guided Zoe to the dining room, where she’d set a small round table for two. A white table cloth covered the table, a rose sat beside one of the knives, and a candle burned in the table’s centre. Alice helped Zoe into the chair in front of the rose before kissing the young woman’s cheek and saying she’d be back soon.

Zoe picked up the rose and sniffed it appreciatively. She let her fingers slide down the back of Alice’s thigh as Alice walked away, making the older woman shudder with lustful arousal.

Alice returned with a delicately seasoned bowl of seared pork slivers and stir-fried vegetables swimming in a homemade sweet soy sauce. Alice briefly returned to the kitchen before reappearing, carrying a bowl of steamed coconut rice. She left again, bringing back a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses. Alice placed a small amount of rice on the bowl’s side before spooning some stir-fry. Then, she filled Zoe’s glass and sat opposite her.

Alice tilted her glass. “To new friends becoming lovers,” she purred.

“Friends becoming lovers,” Zoe agreed.

Alice began her slow seduction of Zoe, not that Zoe needed seducing—she was wholeheartedly onboard as soon as she saw Alice coming out of her hallway. She asked Zoe about her life and what she liked to do for fun and pleasure. Alice wasn’t aware how carefully her prospective lover avoided that question. What Zoe did for fun and pleasure was pervert fourteen-year-old virgins and make them sex hounds. Instead, Zoe talked about helping her father with his project car, baking with her mother, and hanging out with her friends. In turn, Alice talked about her upbringing and how she finally came to admit she was a lesbian. The battles with her parents and the ridiculous Family Services hearing into whether she was fit to be a mother.

Alice, perhaps fearing that Zoe was an inexperienced drinker or, more likely, not wanting alcohol to dull this experience, drank sparingly. Zoe, who learned to drink responsibly from her parents, sipped even less than Alice.

Watching her young friend speaking animatedly and laughing joyously inflamed Alice’s libido further. She wanted to skip dessert, but she had something planned that she thought Zoe would enjoy. When Zoe pushed her plate aside, Alice cleared the table and moved the candle to the shelf beside it. Then, she briefly left before returning with ice cream and warmed chocolate sauce. After all, she reasoned, what woman didn’t love chocolate?

But instead of putting some ice cream into a bowl, Alice lifted her A-line skirt above her athletically slender hips and climbed onto the table with her legs on either side of Zoe. Then, Alice used her fingers to gather a dollop of ice cream. She pulled her thong aside and dabbed the ice cream on her clit before adding a minute splash of chocolate topping. “Dessert?” Alice asked seductively, hoping Zoe wouldn’t freak out.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Zoe chuckled throatily. She moved her chair back and lowered her lips to Alice’s nubbin. She surrounded that delicious nub with her soft lips and sucked hard as she licked the ice cream and sauce from it.

‘OMG!” Alice thought, bewildered by Zoe’s skill. She, Alice, was a virgin on her wedding night, which was some months after her twenty-second birthday, and certainly wasn’t at all experienced in sex at Zoe’s age. Alice moaned complainingly when Zoe’s mouth surrendered her clit. However, her complaint swiftly changed to approval when Zoe dripped more ice cream and chocolate sauce onto her nubbin. Alice was suddenly aware that she was careening towards an unexpected, uncontrolled orgasm. It hit with the power of an atomic bomb, causing Alice to scream her joy.

“My turn,” Zoe giggled, standing and removing her clothes.

Alice gaped as Zoe took off her baggy top, revealing a half-cup, push-up bra that presented her lushly full B-cup breasts deliciously. Alice’s nubbin throbbed when Zoe dropped her loose-fitting jeans and showed she wore a thong tiny enough to match her own, but beyond that, she wore suspenders and stockings. Zoe sat back on her chair with her heels under her sublime bottom and her knees salaciously splayed for Alice’s enjoyment.

Mesmerised, Alice slid off the table and knelt between Zoe’s legs. She pulled Zoe’s thong aside and dripped ice cream onto the seventeen-year-old’s pussy before drizzling chocolate sauce over the ice cream. Alice lowered her head and daringly licked Zoe’s rosebud, perineum, entrance, slit, and clitoris, gathering the sliding ice cream and chocolate sauce as she went. She dribbled more of the dessert and repeated her actions, pausing to stab her deft tongue into the youngster’s gash.

“Yessss!” Zoe hissed as her climax quickly approached. Reading her young lover’s arousal, Alice encircled Zoe’s clitoris and sucked hard while battering it with her tongue. “Fuck, yes!” Zoe expletived as her young body convulsed, and she orgasmed on the mid-forties woman’s tongue.

Alice stood, dropped her skirt and top, grabbed Zoe’s hand, and hauled her off the chair. “My bedroom, now!” She ordered.

Alice suspected that she knew the answer, but to make sure, she asked, “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” Zoe denied. “Not in any way.”

“Good,” Alice said, reaching into her nightstand and removing a strap-on cock. She expected Zoe to be shocked but was shocked herself by the young woman’s ready acceptance. Zoe moved to the bed’s centre and lifted and parted her knees. Zoe idly played with her nubbin, waiting for Alice to be ready and studying her older lover’s lean form avariciously.

“Someone’s used a strap-on on you before?” Alice asked disbelievingly. She knew today’s youth were much more sexually daring than her generation, and her religious upbringing certainly didn’t involve things like women enjoying sex. According to Alice’s mother, sex was something to be endured. You made ‘the right sounds and movements’ to hurry your husband over the edge and hoped he’d make you pregnant immediately, so you didn’t have to tolerate his rutting until well after you gave birth.

“A few times,” Zoe understated while thinking, ‘As in every Thursday afternoon.’

Lisa, Luke, and Willow.

“OMG!” Luke grunted as he unloaded into Willow’s pussy. Knowing his wife was on her way to pick up Zoe’s friend, Luke had raced home as fast as he dared after dropping off his daughter at the Samuels’. He found his wife and Willow already naked and in bed, their heads stuffed in each other’s pussies as they indulged in a classic sixty-nine.

He chuckled when he recalled Lisa saying they should invite Willow over again, seeing that Zoe was gone for the night. Lisa had spoken to Shirley when she learned that her daughter would be babysitting the Samuels children. She suggested that if Shirley wanted to go out that night, she and Luke would look after Willow and Frankie. Frankie had put herself to bed around nine o’clock, a little dizzy from the 7up and wine Lisa had allowed her.

Lisa was surprised because the mix was about nine parts 7Up to one part wine. She thought the mental expectation that wine would make her tipsy and tired had forced Frankie into bed. Not that Lisa cared. Zoe wasn’t due home until midmorning tomorrow, and Willow and Frankie weren’t expected back at their place until 9:00 a.m. That gave Luke and Lisa the rest of the night to play with their first extramarital lover. Strangely, Willow’s mother was their second.

Luke watched the women avidly as he divested himself of his clothes. He was happy to watch because seeing two women make love to each other was still so new and exciting. Frankly, Luke would have been pleased if all Lisa allowed was for him to watch and masturbate.

However, before he could even move Lisa’s vanity chair so he could sit, Lisa rolled off Willow and gestured towards her. “What are you waiting for, big boy?” Lisa sultrily asked. “I’ve got her all warmed up for you.”

Luke looked wonderingly at Willow, who had her knees up and apart. She was holding her hands out to Luke as she needily mewled, begging him to cover her. While Luke may not have been the best at reading a woman’s signals, he knew what that one meant. He kissed Lisa hurriedly and leapt onto the bed between Willow’s slender thighs. Willow giggled happily and reached between them. She took hold of Luke’s throbbing 7-inch member and guided it into her. “Hmm,” She purred, welcoming her friend’s father’s thick cock inside her.

Lisa sat where her husband had intended to and watched Luke pummel the needy teenager in their bed. Lisa was quite the slut before she married Luke, copulating with numerous men and women, often more than one at a time, with wanton abandon. Her second most favourite sexual adventure was to have a cock in her mouth, pussy, ass, and two hands simultaneously. Her all-time favourite, though, was to be ‘four-dicked. i.e., two dicks in her pussy or ass simultaneously, another in her other lower hole, and one in her mouth.

However, she also loved Luke Carter with all her heart, and after a final fling on her hen’s night, she had settled into monogamous marital bliss with him. During the nearly twenty-five years of their marriage, Lisa had remained faithful despite the many offers she’d received, especially from work colleagues when they were out of state working on a project. To be fair, she really hadn’t even been tempted. Luke was a good man and a magnificent lover who had a nice and thick cock that few men could match in either length or girth. It was enough for Lisa.

Three children came in a stately procession approximately eighteen months apart. But she and Luke had only boys, and she knew her husband wanted a girl. Lisa went off the pill, but unlike the previous times, she didn’t immediately catch with child. A year passed, and then another, and another. Luke and Lisa resigned themselves to having only boys and threw themselves into rearing them to be happy, healthy, typically boisterous boys.

Games of bullrush, rugby, soccer, and cricket were encouraged and sometimes mandated. Climbing trees and hanging from them, creating ramps for their pushbikes to jump off, and general mayhem were welcomed as typical behaviour from healthily developing boys. Interfering neighbours and school teachers were told to fuck off, and to everyone’s surprise except for Lisa’s and Luke’s, their boys grew up to be excellent students with solid B averages, and later those boys moved into careers that suited their personalities.

Never once did a police car appear at the Carter’s door. The boys caused ripples at school because they wouldn’t be bullied. Not by their fellow students, teachers, or the school system itself. Luke and Lisa would listen respectfully to the school’s or teacher’s complaints, speak to their children to understand what they thought had happened, and then they’d take appropriate action. Often that action was to tell the teacher and/or school to pull their heads out of their asses and stop being precious little bitches. Politely, of course.

Lisa had given up on getting pregnant because they’d been trying for over three years without success. She didn’t bother going back on the pill because she didn’t see the point. “I can’t catch a cold, let alone a child,” she joked to hide her disappointment. And even if she did get pregnant, the child would be welcomed anyway, so what did it matter?

Of course, as soon as they stopped trying, Lisa got pregnant. It began with vague feelings of nausea when she woke up. She didn’t equate that with pregnancy because she hadn’t suffered morning sickness with her boys. Then, she got a little potty around the tummy. Pants and skirts were suddenly a little tight. Lisa increased her exercise level and cut down on sugary soft drinks. She even removed sugar from her tea and coffee, but still her skirts and pants got tighter.

Finally, worried she might be developing an ovarian cyst, something her aunt had suffered, Lisa saw her doctor. “Let’s do a pregnancy test just to be sure,” The doctor said jovially, already knowing what the result would be. The result stunned Lisa, if not her doctor, and she sat with her mouth agape.

“But we were going to Aspen skiing in November,” she said protestingly. Luke and she had been saving assiduously so they could afford the holiday. Luke’s mum had offered to take their boys for the duration of the planned two-week trip.

“I think you’ll be having a baby in November, not skiing,” her doctor joked.

Lisa suddenly realised she was having a baby. “Is it a boy or a girl?” She excitedly asked.

“You’d have to ask the sonographer,” her doctor laughed. “A pregnancy test doesn’t tell me that.

Lisa’s doctor arranged an appointment with Lisa’s usual gynaecologist and an ultrasound simultaneously. The ultrasound showed Lisa was pregnant with their long-awaited girl. Lisa bawled while Luke tried failingly to remain stoic.

Having a girl about the house was a revelation. Luke and Lisa were used to their children being loud, obnoxious, and frequently boisterous. Zoe was quiet and studious. By the time she was four, she had the men in the house wound around her chubby fingers. Her brothers fetched and carried for her, and her father doted on her. He would spend all day, every day on his hands and knees ‘galloping’ around the lounge if Lisa would let him.

Zoe walked and talked early, and it was readily apparent she was possibly even more intelligent than her civil engineer father and architect mother. By seven, Zoe was the ringleader of the shenanigans the Carter children got up to. It was always one of the boys who got caught doing something naughty, but all three would complain that Zoe had put them up to it.

Zoe developed early physically, too. Knowing how she was at that age, Lisa took Zoe to her doctor and got her on the pill. By fourteen, Lisa was certain her daughter was sexually active. But Lisa had surrendered her virginity to Luke before that age, so it would have been hypocritical of her to say anything. Besides, at least Zoe was more circumspect than Lisa was at the same age. After she’d given Luke her virginity, Mumma Louisa, her mother, had switched her many times when she’d caught Lisa fucking someone. Girls or boys, Lisa didn’t care which. Lisa suspected her daughter didn’t either.

Which brought her back to the present. Around six months ago, Lisa fell off the monogamy wagon with a spectacular bang. She allowed the fourteen-year-old minx who was currently in her bed fucking her husband to seduce her when Lisa was taking her home. The ingenue had blatantly fondled an unresisting Lisa’s sweet little clitty as Lisa drove. Then, the teen siren demanded that she pull into an underground carpark. When they stopped, Willow finger-blasted Lisa into a stupendous, mind-melting orgasm.

A week later, not knowing that she’d been set up by her daughter and her daughter’s two lovers, Lisa drove Willow and Brett home. The teenagers worked together to get Lisa into the backseat, where Lisa’s wanton libido, which had exploded since the previous week’s adventure, demanded she allow Willow to eat her sopping pussy.

After her first orgasm, Brett slid down the seat until his sturdy 6-inch cock was positioned at Lisa’s entrance. The teenagers held still, daring Lisa to take the plunge into marital infidelity. Lisa’s mind accepted her body’s demand, and she closed her legs which allowed her to slide off Brett’s thighs and onto his throbbing cock. She was no longer faithful to her husband but couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Lisa rode Brett to two back-to-back orgasms before the teenage boy moved her off his cock urgently. Lisa moaningly protested because she wanted Brett to cum in her greedy cunt. Ignoring Lisa’s mewled denial. Brett got onto his knees where Willow could lean over Lisa and take his cock in her mouth. Grunting vociferously, Brett gifted Willow what Lisa desired—his cum. However, it was for the best because now she didn’t have to avoid Luke until she’d cleaned her disgrace from her freshly-fucked pussy. Instead, she could do what she did: Jump her husband and virtually rape him as soon as he walked through the door.

Brett told his mother, Alice, that he wanted to spend an extra hour studying with Zoe and that Mrs Carter would take him and his bike home every week if Alice thought that was a good idea. Similarly, Willow informed Shirley she’d be forty-five minutes later than now because she also wanted to study longer.

The fourteen-year-olds’ mothers had no idea their offspring wanted the extra time because they were playing with Mrs Carter on their way home and, thrilled their children were being so studious, readily agreed to the extra time.

Brett refused to cum inside Lisa’s pussy or ass, no matter how fetchingly she pleaded. He knew from Zoe’s reports that Luke and Lisa were fucking like teenagers again, and he worried that Luke would jump Lisa when she returned from dropping him off and discover her love holes were full of Brett’s cum. Brett did not want to face Luke’s wrath. Nor did he want to cause his Mistress’ parents to break up. Lisa occasionally looked like she wanted to ask something when only she and Brett were in the car, but she hadn’t gathered the courage to do so yet.

Brett guessed it was about sharing Willow with her and her husband simultaneously, and he was grateful she hadn’t asked. Brett had learned to adore being pegged, and although he knew he wasn’t gay, he had an increasing desire to discover how a flesh cock in his ass would feel. However, he was unsure if he wanted Luke to be his first. Brett had hinted to Zoe he’d be up to experimenting so long as she was there to guide, but his Mistress hadn’t followed through on his hints yet.

Unknown to Brett, Zoe had plans in place. Stuart Styles, the latest convert to Zoe’s perversion campaign, wasn’t ready to join their ‘study group’ yet. But Zoe thought he would be after the next time she sat for his mother. That would even the genders up with two boys and girls. Then, Zoe could gently instigate some play between Brett and Stuart. You know? Just for the girls’ entertainment. Not because they were gay or did gay stuff.

Lisa idly played with herself as her mind ran through the events leading to this moment. Willow had cum twice on her husband’s eagerly thrusting cock, and Lisa could tell from his grunts that Luke was about to cum inside the girl. Lisa’s pussy squeezed rhythmically, anticipating leaping onto the fourteen-year-old and devouring Luke’s cum from her overflowing pussy.

After Zoe’s birth, Luke and Lisa had themselves ‘fixed’ so there would be no more children, so she wasn’t concerned that her husband was about to fill a teenager’s fertile pussy.

Willow climaxed for the third time as Luke emptied himself into her. Luke’s dick tapped on her cervix if he rammed it into her, and when he plunged into her depths to cum, Luke’s cock spat its essence over it. That mind-warping sensation never failed to launch Willow into a stupendous orgasm.

Willow chuckled at Luke’s weakness after he’d cum. As Zoe said, “Men dominate until they’ve cum. After that, you see who holds the real power.” He groaned and rolled off onto his back. Lisa immediately took his place between Willow’s lean thighs. The older woman’s lips encircled Willow’s vulva, and she stabbed her talented tongue deep into the youngster’s pussy, gathering every millilitre of cum she could.

Willow hadn’t had sex with an older male lover before her first time with Lisa and Luke. Until that night, she hadn’t understood that a teenage boy’s amazingly short refractory period wasn’t typical. She now knew it would take the nearly fifty-year-old Luke some ten to fifteen minutes to recharge.

At first, Willow worried that Luke took so long to stiffen again because he didn’t find her attractive. But Lisa assured her that the reason Luke only took ten to fifteen minutes to be ready to fuck again was because he found Willow irresistible and didn’t want to waste a moment with her. Lisa gigglingly stated that with only her, Luke was usually ‘one and done’.

Armed with this new knowledge, Willow gave herself wholly to Lisa, knowing that Luke would join in when he was ready. Luke hadn’t fucked her ass yet, and Willow hoped he’d take that plunge tonight.

Alice and Zoe.

“A few times,” Zoe understated while thinking, ‘As in every Thursday afternoon.’

“And here I thought I’d be doing something new with you,” Alice ruefully chuckled.

“I can pretend,” Zoe teased. “Oh, Ms Samuels, whatever do you have between your shapely thighs? I’ve never seen one so big or on a woman before!”

“You Muppet,” Alice giggled, climbing onto the bed and into Zoe’s embrace. “Perhaps I should give it to you, seeing as you’re so experienced with one.”

“I’d love to,” Zoe said huskily, surprising her older lover.

Alice considered. She’d mistakenly thought she’d have to guide an inexperienced first-time lesbian lover through an intimate encounter. But it was swiftly becoming apparent that Zoe was much more experienced in making love than she was. With her arousal quickly peaking, Alice stepped off the bed, unbuckled, and handed the strap-on to her teenage lover.

Her pussy pulsed as Zoe grinned and efficiently buckled the ‘cock’ on. Clearly, she’d done that many times before. Alice knew Zoe hadn’t played with Matilda and that Zoe wouldn’t play with Grace, given Grace’s age, but it never occurred to her that it was her son who Zoe used her ‘cock’ on most often. She would have been shocked by that knowledge and would have wondered if her son was gay.

Zoe finished buckling up and eyed the older woman predatorily. Zoe considered how to approach her older lover. Typically, the mature women Zoe had sex with were experienced lovers who loved sex in all its connotations. Ms Samuels wasn’t one of those. Zoe thought the beautiful late-forties woman was sexually inexperienced and naïve. She decided to seduce Alice like she seduced her virgin lovers—slowly, with lots and lots of foreplay.

Zoe undid the buckle and let the strap-on drop to the ground. She turned and kept her knees straight as she picked it up, providing Alice with a delectable view of her young pussy and ass delightfully framed by her tiny thong. Turning back to the handsome older woman, Zoe began dancing to an unheard song. She swung her hips facing away from Alice, swaying her firm ass for Alice’s viewing pleasure. Turning back, Zoe undid the front clasp on her bra and leaned forward. Slowly, evocatively, she bent over and moved her hands apart until her pert 32B breasts bounced into view.

Alice, her lips dry and her pussy anything but, reached for Zoe’s luscious assets, but before she could grasp them, Zoe chuckled throatily and danced away. Zoe placed her hand above her head and partially covered her face with her long, honey-blonde hair. Keeping her elbows wide, Zoe rocked her hips from side to side, causing her firm breasts and rock-hard nipples to bounce and jiggle and driving the white-hot heat in Alice’s nether region to extreme degrees.

Zoe danced closer, but Alice refused to respond, knowing if she reached out, Zoe would dance away again. Closer, Zoe danced, closer. Her pussy mere centimetres from Alice’s pouting lips. Alice could smell the teenager’s raging arousal, but still, the teenager danced.

Alice licked her lips when Zoe’s thumbs slid into her thong. Zoe lowered the thin scrap of material, exposing her neatly trimmed bush. A bush that surprised Alice because she knew most women went bare down there now. Alice got a Brazilian wax job before she invited Zoe for dinner. She regretted having done that now because she preferred to keep her verdant, luxurious bush trimmed only enough to hide behind bikini briefs or a bikini bottom.

Alice’s arousal so was extreme now that she knew a mere touch on her nipples or pussy would explode her into orgasmic bliss. Somehow, the seventeen-year-old held her in check, and Alice couldn’t make her fingers reach for either of those parts.

Zoe danced away, and Alice felt a strange mixture of relief and despair. Was she ever going to see the young woman naked? Was she ever going to get off? Relief because Alice’s plan was to seduce Zoe. Alice imagined that at just seventeen, Zoe’s sexual experience would be way below hers and that she would have to guide the young woman through her first Sapphic sexual encounter. However, somehow, Alice had lost complete control of their play. She was captive to Zoe’s needs and imagination. Alice thought because she was older, she should retake command of the situation, but her swiftly flowing pussy and enormous arousal left her dumbstruck and wanting.