Chapter 5: Charlene Learns What It’s Like to Be Licked by a Girl

Until now I didn’t know exactly where Charlene lived but I knew in what township and it seemed we were heading in the wrong direction. I started to speak up but she’d already anticipated my question.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that I have to pick up Ryan. He’s at soccer practice and I have to bring him home.” She was watching the road as she drove but still managed to see the questioning look on my face. “Don’t worry, he’ll be leaving right away to visit some friend’s house, I made sure of that!”

“What about...,” I started to ask. Charlene again anticipated my question. Sheesh, was I THAT predictable?

“Mindy is heading out to the movies, she’s probably pacing like a caged up cougar waiting for Ryan to get home so he can drop her off, and Joey is staying with his grandparents this week - they live up in Butler. Ron’s at work and never gets home before 7:00 so don’t worry - we’ll have the house all to ourselves!”

Well, it seemed she had it all worked out. We were soon at the practice field where waiting for us impatiently was her fifteen year-old son Ryan. He started to get in the front door but then saw me and hopping in back instead. I would have loved to have seen the look on his face! He was probably wondering who I was and why I was in the van.

“Hey Ryan, how was practice?” Charlene asked innocently.

God, it was like I was in an episode of “Leave it to Beaver” or something! Minivan, mom in her pant suit, teen son in his sweats and now probably heading to some typical home in the suburbs complete with a dog! Ryan just grunted something unintelligible but Charlene just brushed it off. Yep, typical teen.

“Ryan, be nice now ... this is Kelly,” Charlene introduced me.

She certainly seemed to have a knack for knowing what people were about to ask and I was sure Ryan was curious about me even if he couldn’t see much of me as he was directly behind my seat. “She’s going to start doing some tutoring this summer and was going to see if any of my old books and stuff might be helpful.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about but evidently Ryan did because he didn’t say a word the rest of the way home. Charlene had never mentioned anything about teaching before, she just said she was a housewife. We pulled up to a beautiful two story brick home set back in the trees. A cobblestone driveway wound its way through the trees to the open door in the three-car garage. The place looked immaculate - obviously somebody in the household was pulling in some major money!

Charlene had never talked much about her husband, only that he was away a lot on business which is what led her to start chatting on the Internet. Hmmm, I wondered what business he was in! In the garage was what looked to be a brand new black Mercedes and the other spot was empty - probably where her husband parked. Ryan hopped out as soon as the van stopped and ran into the house through a door at the end of the garage. Charlene and I got out more slowly and again she seemed to be reading my mind.

“I hope you didn’t mind the van,” she said, “I would have drove the Mercedes but I had to pick up Ryan and sometimes he is so dirty after practice!”

Well, so much for “Leave it to Beaver”! These folks were loaded! The doorway through which Ryan had disappeared led into a mudroom where he had dumped his bag and shoes and was now out of sight.

“Come on in,” she invited me, “The place is a wreck so please excuse the mess.”

Well, if this is what the place looked like when it was a “mess”, I couldn’t imagine it when it was “clean”! Just as we came in I heard a huff from what must have been Mindy. She was still around the corner in the kitchen and so she didn’t see me but I could just see her. She was your typical sixteen year-old and despite her mother’s claims to the contrary, was dressed to the hilt complete with full makeup and an attitude to match. Her outfit was more “Britney Spears” than anything. My mom wouldn’t have batted an eye if I had worn it at her age but if Charlene thought my tight jeans were sinful than I could only imagine what she thought of Mindy in her short skirt and cami!

“God Mom, could you have possibly been ANY later?” I heard her whine.

“Mindy, you know better than to talk like that. Good lord - you’re not going out like THAT are you?” Charlene exclaimed. I grinned at the irony when I considered what she was planning to do herself today but at the same time it seemed almost surreal to listen to this mother-daughter exchange when in a few minutes I could very well be in bed with the mom!

Ryan was back now and like a typical guy he must not have bothered to shower before changing into his ripped jeans and shirt. He actually looked grungier now then he did coming home from practice!

“It’s about time Ryan!” Mindy bitched at him. Yeah, was she ever the little princess! I heard her march off in a huff to the garage with Ryan right behind. In their rush they apparently never even saw me standing off in the corner. The garage door slammed shut and I heard the minivan start up and roar out of the garage. Charlene came up to me looking a little sheepish.

“Sorry about all that,” she said ruefully, “They are at that age it seems.”

We both laughed and she gave me the grand tour of the house. Wow, the place was huge, even bigger than it appeared from the outside. The kitchen looked like something from a professional chef’s home, the great room had this gigantic fire place with a ceiling that rose to the top of the house. Every room, from the smallest bedroom to the huge family room, was something out of a Martha Stewart magazine.

Then she led me out to the back where they had a magnificent deck and incredible curved pool with a diving board and slide. It was surrounded by trees and fencing making it totally private as well. I couldn’t help but imagine what I would be doing if I had a pool like that in my back yard!

“Well, what do you think of our little abode?” she asked as she turned to face me.

I let loose a deep breath and replied, “Wow! It’s incredible. I can’t imagine living in a house like this.”

Charlene grinned at that. “I can’t say it’s not nice. The kids really are pretty good most of the time - you just caught them at a bad moment I’m afraid. My husband is just wonderful and he like to take good care of me as you can see. I used to teach but now I don’t have to work anymore and so I just spend my time mostly taking care of Joey and spending money!”

Damn, not a bad gig if you can get it! Well, the tour was great and all but I was beginning to wonder whether or not Charlene was really going to go through with this. It was almost like she was stalling, using the tour to avoid having to do anything. So far the only time we’d even touched each other was when I hugged her outside the restaurant. Most boys were rounding second base by now with me - or further! I guessed it was going to take some initiative on my part.

“You know ... you haven’t shown me YOUR bedroom yet Charlene,” I murmured with a seductive tone.

Charlene blushed again and for a moment I wondered if she was going to not show it to me. Then a look of resolve came to her face and she led the way back into the house. I followed her up the spiraling stairs and into what at first I thought was another living room except this one had a bed in it.

Damn! Talk about a master bedroom! This one was HUGE! A king-size bed complete with a canopy dominated the center of the room with matching furniture skillfully laid out to fill the rest of the room. An open doorway led to the bathroom which again was bigger than my parents family room. Everything was marble or granite with gold fixtures and I even wondered if they weren’t real gold! A portrait of her and her husband hung in the room. He was incredibly handsome and the two of them made a terrific looking pair. I looked back at the bed and then at the portrait again and then at Charlene.

“When was the last...” I started to say and Mrs. Clairvoyant once again finished my sentence.

“The last time we made love?” she asked. “Sunday afternoon after church.”

Damn! How did she do that? It was like she was reading my mind. Well, if she could then she should know what to do next. This was definitely not anything like I had fantasized for my first time meeting someone on-line! Charlene seemed to be the perfect mother and housewife. She was faithful to her husband, loved her kids, active in church (based on the literature and bulletins I saw on the counters) and besides all that, just a very sweet and loving soul. Then there was me, standing in the middle of her bedroom like some whore about to do a trick. Suddenly my stomach felt funny, almost ill as I felt totally out of place, almost as if I was somehow defiling something sacred. For the first time I started questioning whether or not this was the right thing to do. Fortunately Charlene finally took the initiative.

“Kelly, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with another woman. I just don’t know what to do, what is expected of me. Can you help me please?”

My mind snapped out of the trance I was falling into and suddenly as I looked at her I realized how much I wanted her. She was by no means the woman she’d likely been twenty years before but the innocence and virtue that seemed to flow from her like a pure mountain stream overwhelmed me. I wanted to feel her exploring me as she touched a woman with lust for the first time in her life. I moved up close to her and put my arms around her. She was about an inch taller than me so we matched up well and our eyes met.

“Ok ... now kiss me,” I said to her gently.

Without another word she closed her eyes and her lips parted slightly as we moved closer until I felt her mouth against mine. Her lips were warm and soft and once committed, she didn’t hold back. It was like she’d finally let down her guard and released her pent up desires all at once. God it was so passionate! She put her arms around me and pulled me in tight to her, our tongues touching and playing. Finally we parted and she gasped, a look of bewilderment on her face.

“Oh god I did it! I kissed a girl!” she exclaimed softly, more to herself than to me it seemed. It wasn’t an expression of regret but rather one of amazement and wonder. She leaned forward and again we kissed, this time with even more passion if that were possible. I felt her hand move down my back and then she gingerly cupped my butt in her hands. My own hand felt their way to the front of her and I struggled to undo her belt and finally I was able to pull it open. My hands worked their way into the elastic back of the pants and down inside her panties until I had her bare ass in my hands. Even though it was bigger than any I’d ever held before, it wasn’t gross or anything like that. Charlene may have been a little overweight but I wouldn’t classify her as fat by any means.

“I can’t believe I’m actually holding your ass,” she whispered to me in my ear.

“Mmmmmmm, I want you to hold a lot more than that,” I responded softly as I grabbed onto her ass and pulled it towards me. “Undress me,” I whispered to her.

Charlene let go of me and stepped back just enough to be able to see my front. I noticed her hands were shaking just a little as she lifted my cami over my head. Then she unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them. She tried to lower them down but they were so tight she struggled to get them over my hips. I finally had to help her and once they cleared my butt she lowered them down and I tried to step out of them but forgot about my sneakers.

We giggled like little girls as she kneeled down to untie them and slip them off my feet so she could pull my jeans completely off of me. I was left standing there bottomless in just my bra which felt sort of funny since I didn’t have anything else on. Charlene gazed at me, looking me up and down as if she hadn’t seen a girl before!

“All of it,” I whispered huskily, “Take my bra off ... I want to be naked for you.”

Charlene expertly unsnapped my bra and lowered it down over my arms. God it felt so good to let my confined boobs be free again as I hate wearing bras! I stood there completely nude in front of this older woman who was still fully dressed but I loved every second of it as she licked her dry lips while she gazed at my naked body.

“Oh Kelly ... you’re so beautiful,” she whispered in a voice filled with emotion. For a moment I thought she might even cry! “How could anyone as pretty as you ever want someone like me?” she said, a tear starting to form in her eye.

Wow, I didn’t say a word as frankly I had absolutely no idea what to say at the time! So instead of saying something stupid I started to undress her, slowly, one piece at a time. She just stood there as I did, seemingly uncertain as to how to react to me. Finally she was just in her white bra and pink nylon panties (yep, soccer mom!). I started to pull her panties down but she grabbed me by the shoulders. I looked up at her and she struggled to speak.