The Stormy Morning
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 14: Spring Break
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 14: Spring Break - June goes out for a morning run, when a storm comes upon her. She makes it to her garage safely, bringing in a young girl going to school with her, upon which an erotic workout ensues.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian True Story School Sports Cheating Interracial Black Female White Female Analingus First Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Public Sex Nudism
Christmas royally sucked without April. But I knew it was all for good. Ultimately, I would be able to spend significantly more time with her—maybe even my whole life.
May turned 15 a little bit after the holidays, and she and Mom were getting a whole lot closer. I’ve said it before, but they were so adorable together. I mean, seriously, there were times when they would be cuddling together watching TV and whispering sweet nothings to each other and holding hands and giving each other little kisses. They were so cute!
That made me miss April a whole lot more, though. They could see that and tried not to be too lovey-dovey in front of me ... But I told them outright one night it was all right. I mean, they were so in love with each other that it often brought tears to my eyes. Seeing Mom like that, after years with Dad ... it made me happy. Seeing my best friend in the entire world, who was in love with her, filled me with happiness.
April and I still chatted with each other a lot, but I could tell she was getting a little bit stressed with school as time went on. “I swear sometimes that the Big Bang was the result of a stressed-out graduate student,” she told me one evening. I giggled.
The winter that year wasn’t really too bad. I think we had maybe three little snowfalls, and they all melted away before noon. That meant we were able to keep running through the winter. Of course, had there been any bad snowfalls, Mom’s garage was still there for our workout delights. Still, we did use some of it for cross-training. But most of our runs were done outside. I prefer running outside, anyway.
As February turned into March, I must admit that I began to feel a little down. A couple of things were coming up.
One, it was approaching May’s birthday. I mean, that really did not affect me too much, but I also knew she and Mom were going to need some extra time together. That meant I would spend some more time alone. Yeah, I know ... poor old lonely me, wah, wah, wah.
Two, it was getting close to April, and it was my anniversary of when we met. That was a significant development for me. Like I said, before I met her, I was a pretty big slut. I went down on any girl who would let me, practically. Seriously. I had my fingers in some girl’s twat at least five times a week.
But April was different. I suppose I knew I was in love with her from the very beginning. And when I found out that she was the same way ... well, we’ve been through all of that. In short, meeting her meant a lot to me. We had actually met only a few weeks after my birthday, so my birthday and our anniversary were pretty close. Seeing her for my birthday was one of the most wonderful nights of my life, but it was too short. I wanted to spend a lot more time with her, and I knew I was going to get a chance, but that time was not right now, and it was freaking frustrating.
I will let Mom tell you about her time with May on her birthday. Not right for me to even try to describe that in a lot of ways!
We were on spring break. May and I had long ago agreed to take that particular break in Florida to soak up the sun. We also found a half-marathon that Mom signed us up for. And, yes, before you ask, Mom went to Florida with us.
We had separate rooms; Mom and May were in one, and I was in the other. On the morning of May’s birthday, I went out for a run by myself on the beach. I knew they would want to spend the day together, so I decided to spend the day with myself, just enjoying the beach.
My plans were interrupted by a call from May, who sounded a little frantic and asked if I had come back to the hotel. When I arrived, I saw that both May and Mom were safe but looked worried. They were both a little flushed and were wearing oversized running T-shirts. I could only guess what went on there.
“We heard something in your room,” May said. “We were going to check, but I guess you have both keys.”
I nodded sheepishly. I had forgotten to give Mom one of my room keys.
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