The Stormy Morning
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 8: The Conversation
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Conversation - 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 Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting
So ... there is some good news, and there is some bad news.”
“What’s up, Babe?”
“Well, Shell, we don’t have to sneak around anymore!”
“You mean ... you’re getting a place of your own?”
“What, are you kidding? I’m a college student. I can barely afford rent on campus, let alone any place here. No ... uh ... my parents know about you.”
“Like ... all about me?”
“Yeah. All about you. I ... yeah, I spilled the beans.”
“How did they find out? Are they mad? Shit, does that mean we can’t see each other anymore?”
“No, no, no. We can still see each other. They ... believe it or not, they are cool with it. Dad let it slip he was seeing my mom when she was 16 and he was 23.”
“You didn’t tell them I was 16, did you?”
“No, I told the truth. I told them you are 14.”
“So ... they know you date girls then? And are all right with you seeing a girl my age?”
“Oh, they’ve known about me liking girls for as long as I’ve known, I guess. They don’t care at all about that. And I’ve had a few of the girls over to meet them. Yeah, I know. It seems weird, but that is just how my ma and pop are.”
“So I don’t have to climb in the window anymore. Cause that was getting to be a literal pain in the ass!”
“Not my fault you fell!”
“You could have caught me!”
“I was on the other side of the room!”
“Yeah, but you can run fast. Should have taken off like Bolt and caught me and saved my poor little butt from hitting those damn bushes!”
“I did kiss it to make it feel better, remember?”
“Yeah, and it felt a lot better. You kiss butt with the best of them!”
“Anyway, are you free tomorrow evening for supper?”
“Wait ... supper, like supper here? With you?”
“Well, yes, and my parents.”
“You want me to meet your parents.”
“Trust me, they are cool like cucumbers. I promise you, I will cut them off if they try to say anything embarrassing.”
“You know, you let your lips say a lot of strange things, too.”
“Yeah but they also eat that cute white little pussy well enough to make it cream, too, so there is that, right?”
“You have a point. How did your parents find out?”
“They asked me.”
“And you just told them?”
“Well, mom also told me about the sheets. Apparently, your butt print and my butt print are totally different on the sheets.”
“So you’re mom saw my ass.”
“OK, let’s not take it there, OK? So, you want to have supper with us?”
“Sure. Sure. I guess. Just seems a bit soon. Does this mean you have to meet parents, too?”
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
“Well, it’s ... they don’t know about me. Mom might be OK with it, but dad would probably freak out. So, yeah. Maybe not for now. But ... are you sure this does not freak your parents out?”
“Trust me. Like I said, they are cool with it. They are just happy I have found somebody I like so much.”
“Excuse me?”
“No! No! Too soon! Fuck! Pretend I didn’t say that!”
“Seriously ... April ... did you say you like me a lot?”
“Yeah. I guess so. No. I know so. I like you a lot, Shelly, yes. A lot.”
“I like you a lot, too, April. A whole lot.”
April smiled, leaned over and kissed Shelly.
The two sat on the park bench for a couple of moments, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.
“I really could do this forever,” April said.
Shelly smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Me too. Funny what love does to a girl.” Her eyes quickly went to the ground, her face turning red when she realized what she had just said – that in just a couple of minutes, the pair had gone from having an affair, to liking each other a lot, to ... love?
She glanced up.
The world shone with the grin on April’s face.
They were in love.