Chapter 7

Gina Weston finally gave up. It was now two in the morning and she still hadn't found a suitable take-home for the evening. After spending nearly three hours in a building filled with loud music, drugs and hot, sexy teenagers she was still unable to pick up any of the young girls that appeared to be so available. She shrugged her shoulders, chugged down the last of her drink and headed for the exit. Some nights she just went home empty-handed.

'At least, ' she thought to herself, 'I was able to score a little dope!'

The twenty-eight year old woman never used the drugs herself but usually kept a small stash for some of her young visitors. It always made things much easier.

Although Gina lived a very conservative life of a law firm partner during the day, at night she traveled to a nearby city to indulge herself in the most wicked of lesbian pleasures. Her taste was for young girls, especially between the ages of thirteen and seventeen. She frequented raves and teen hangouts in search of her prey, but this night, unfortunately, she had struck out.

She turned the car onto the main drag and headed for the interstate, resigning herself to the fact that she would have to go solo on this night. She had worked up quite a fantasy as she eyed the sweet young girls on the dance floor. Her needy pussy was aching for some attention.

Halfway through town, Gina's eyes were drawn to a solitary female figure walking on the sidewalk with her head bent slightly. As she approached she was able to make out the short denim skirt and jacket the walker was wearing and could plainly see a stuffed backpack on the girls back. Her heart began to pound.

'Damn!' she said aloud. 'A runaway!'

Gina had seen them on the streets before and had actually been able to pick up a few up for an evening of nasty fun. Runaways were excellent entertainment for the woman and she usually kept them around for a few days before sending them on their way, back into the streets. Gina made no bones about it. As far as she was concerned young teenage girls were perfect sex toys and nothing else.

She slowed her approach, wishing instead that she could just jump out and grab the girl. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the back of the teenager's body. Her legs were long and thin and led up to a perfectly rounded ass that showed easily in the tight skirt the girl was wearing.

Gina guessed the girl's age to be about fifteen as she pulled up next to her and rolled down the electric window.

"Are you ok?" she asked, adding a touch of concern to her voice.

The girl looked over at the car and nodded.

"You shouldn't be out here alone." Gina added. "This city is dangerous at night!"

"I'm OK." the girl answered, her voice low and muffled.

"I'm serious. This is very dangerous." Gina said, her voice full of motherly concern.

When the teenager stopped walking and turned to face Gina, the older woman let out a low hiss. The girl was absolutely gorgeous. Her innocent face was cutely framed by her short, fine, blond hair, giving her a tomboyish appearance. Her small nose turned up slightly accenting her full, soft lips.

"I know it's dangerous - that's why I'm leaving!" the teen said.

"Can I give you a ride?" Gina offered. "I'll take you wherever you want to go. I just can't leave you out here like this."

Before the girl could answer, a loud squeal of spinning tires came from down the street. Both Gina and the teenager turned to see what was going on. A small rundown truck slid around the corner and headed towards the teen. There were four or five men in the back of the pickup shouting and laughing, obviously drunk. When they caught sight of the lone teenager they went wild.

"Hey baby! Wanna play?" one shouted

"Woo hoo! Looks like we got us some free pussy tonight after all boys!" another added as the truck pulled closer.

"Quick! Get in!" Gina called out as she flung the passenger door open.

The teen threw her backpack in the back seat and eagerly jumped into the car, slamming the door behind her. Gina hit the gas, leaving a long black stripe on the pavement and a truckload of stunned child molesters behind. She could hear the men cursing at her as she sped away.

"That was close!" she said as she let out a deep breath.

"Thank you." the girl whispered back, not looking directly at Gina.

"Glad I could help." the woman replied, extending her hand as she drove. "My name is Gina Weston."

The young teenager finally turned to look at her rescuer as she took the woman's hand and shook it. For a second, the two of them stared into each other's eyes, Gina looking for vulnerability and the runaway searching for trust. They each found what they were looking for, although Gina's was not that sincere.

"Leslie." the teenager said.

"Leslie what?" Gina asked.

"Just Leslie! I don't have a last name."

"I see", said the older woman, "Pissed off at your parents, huh?"

Young Leslie turned quickly towards the older woman, her eyes wide with shock at the abrupt and frank nature with which Gina addressed her. Such language had never been used in her home and she was mildly amused at hearing the words coming from an adult.

"Yeah! Big time!" she said, a small smile starting to spread on her face.

"I know how you feel!" Gina replied. "I left home when I was fifteen also."

"I didn't say I ran away from home!" Leslie retorted. "And I didn't say I was fifteen either!"

"Ok. How old are you then?"

Leslie paused. She was about to say that she was eighteen but so far that story had not been believed by anyone she had met.

"Sixteen." she lied anyhow.

"Oh - my mistake." Gina replied apologetically although she knew the girl was not being truthful.

"You did runaway from home though. Didn't you?" she added.

Leslie paused again. If she told this woman she was a runaway she might find herself at the police station and worst of all back home with her parents - a place she didn't want to be right now.

"No, Just missed my ride home from a party." Leslie said flatly as if to drop the subject.

"Well then!" Gina smiled as she spoke, as if she believed every word. "Tell me where you live and I'll be happy to drop you off."

Leslie gulped loudly. She hadn't planned far enough in advance to cover her lies and didn't know how to get out of the web of deceit she was weaving for herself.

"I don't really feel like going home yet. I thought I might just go for a long walk." she stuttered.

"This is no place for a beautiful young woman to be out walking alone." Gina cautioned, choosing her words carefully and inserting 'beautiful' and 'woman' intentionally to win the girls trust. It worked. Leslie let out a deep breath and smiled over at her.

"Thank you." the teenager said.

"For what?" Gina asked.

"For saying I am a beautiful woman." Leslie frowned slightly then said, "My parents don't seem to think I'm a woman!"

"Hmmm. I know just what you mean!" Gina agreed. "I had the same problem with my parents. They just don't seem to understand. Do they?"

"That's for sure!" the teen said.

"So, do you party?"

"Sure. Of course." Leslie answered, her voice a little unsteady. "Doesn't everyone?"

The teenager wasn't sure what Gina meant by 'party'. Certainly this woman wasn't into drugs or anything like that. After all she was an adult and adults just didn't do drugs.

"Well, I'm heading back to my place to do a little partying myself. Care to join me?" Gina asked in an almost innocent voice.

Leslie thought for a moment. Normally she would never have accepted such an invitation from a stranger but she had no place to go and the thought of a few hours of security in this woman's home and possibly even some food caused her to toss her better judgment aside.

"Sure - I guess so." she said slowly.

"Great!" Gina smiled as she patted the girl's thigh lightly. "I really hate partying alone."

"Yeah. Me too." the teen agreed, still uncertain of what the woman meant.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind a nice warm shower and some clean clothes, after all."

"That would be great!" Leslie smiled, then realized that she must smell awful after being on the road for three days without a bath.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" she apologized. "I must smell really terrible!"

"Don't worry." Gina laughed. "I'm not offended by your body odors at all! Perfectly natural as far as I'm concerned and not repulsive in the slightest!"

Leslie was becoming a bit embarrassed at the frank discussion of her female scents and quickly changed the subject.

"Where do you live?" she asked.

"Not far. About five more minutes away." Gina replied. "I own a home in Woodbridge Heights. Its a really nice area - lots of privacy. You don't have to worry about anyone finding you there."

"Cool!" the teen said. She was becoming more and more relaxed with Gina's hip attitude and friendly manner.

"So - um - what kind of - um - partying do you do?" she stuttered.

"Well, really. All kinds." Gina explained. "My favorite is to sit with a close friend and drink a little wine but some nights I do like to get wild with a little smoke or X."

"X?" Leslie asked.

"Ecstasy!" Gina laughed. "You must be from a small town."

"Yeah - Conover! Too small! But I know what Ecstasy is. Some of my friends have tried it but I never have."

"Well, like I said. My favorite kind of party is a few glasses of wine, some nice soft music and a close friend."

Although Leslie had never tasted any type of alcohol she wanted to appear sophisticated and mature in front of this woman she was rapidly taking a liking to.

"That sounds good to me." she said. "I like a glass or two myself before bed." That too, of course, was a lie.

"Good then. See. We already have something in common." the older woman smiled.

Gina turned the car into the long, paved driveway that led to her house. She carried Leslie's pack as she gave the teenager a tour of her home. When they reached the bedroom, Gina threw the backpack into a corner and pulled open her dresser drawer. Reaching inside she pulled out a sheer white babydoll nightie with matching panties and tossed it to Leslie.

"Sorry, but its the only thing I have that will fit you." Gina apologized. "At least you'll be comfortable."

"It's OK." Leslie said graciously as she looked warily at the translucent material. "Everything I have is dirty. This will be just great!"

"The bathroom is right through that door." she said. "You'll find everything you need in there. Just help yourself and take as long as you like. I'll open a bottle and put some music on."

Leslie stopped Gina before she left the room.

"Thank you." she said. "For everything."

"Don't think twice about it. I'm happy to have your company. It gets lonely living alone sometimes."

Gina headed for the kitchen and Leslie made her way into the bath, wondering as she began to undress why a lovely woman like Gina was not married. She didn't dwell on it though. Leslie took a long, luxurious shower, scrubbing the three day film of dirt from her body and basking in the warmth and gentle pressure from the water.

Leslie became so relaxed that she spent extra time soaping her most private areas. The lack of privacy she had since running away had prohibited her from pleasuring herself, a favorite activity of hers since her sexual awakening two years ago.

When Leslie caught herself becoming extremely aroused, she quickly turned off the shower and began to dry. As bad as she wanted to, she was entirely too inhibited to pleasure herself in a complete strangers bathroom. She was sure that Gina wouldn't mind but the thought of being caught in the throes of one of her wildly erotic and extremely loud orgasms by another person cooled her rapidly warming libido.

When she had finished primping, she pulled on the frilly bikini panties and see-through babydoll, then turned to look at herself in the full length mirror. Her eyes opened wide with delight at the sexy woman-child staring back at her.

Leslie had never owned anything so sexy. Her mother always bought her boring "little girl panties" and plain white t-shirts to sleep in. This outfit made her feel much more mature and sophisticated. She turned as she admired her trim young body and even paused to tweak her small pink nipples until they became fully erect and poked lewdly out of her nightie. Then, giggling softly she turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Leslie followed the music to the living room and hesitated before entering. She didn't know why but she felt a need to impress this older woman that had rescued her. She made a final adjustment to her short blonde hair and turned the corner, nearly stumbling when she caught sight of Gina.

There on the sofa, lying sprawled luxuriously across it was the most beautiful and mysterious looking creature Leslie had ever seen. Gina had changed into a gorgeously sensual black gown that clung gently to her long curvaceous body and left almost no detail to the imagination. The soft lamplight gave the entire room a warm glowing effect and the smooth jazz playing softly in the background gave a very relaxed and romantic ambiance to the room.

Leslie's eyes traveled slowly from Gina's polished black toenails up her long, lush legs, admiring the soft, gentle slopes of her calves. When her gaze drifted upwards she was startled to see the satin material gave way to a net triangle in the crotch area. Although the teenagers eyes did not linger long there, they couldn't miss the perfect view of Gina's closely shaved vulva with its full lips and protruding clitoris. And although Leslie's eyes moved upwards, her mind straggled behind for a few more seconds dwelling on the beauty of the woman's sex.

Gina looked up just in time to catch Leslie standing slack-jawed and staring directly at her large, firm nipples which were jutting obscenely out of her gown. She sat up quickly, her own eyes taking in the angelically sensuous teenager that was standing before her. In the few seconds of silence that followed, Leslie's and Gina's eyes locked in an erotic embrace. Both of them felt a warm tendril of arousal shiver through them. Leslie felt the quick flood of sexual tension but pushed it quickly away. Gina, on the other hand, allowed it to flow through her, filling her mind full of perverse fantasies.

"You look absolutely beautiful!" Gina exclaimed, breaking the silence. She unashamedly eyed the girl up and down taking in all of her nubile beauty. It took great effort on her part not to lick her lips, but she managed too restrain herself, knowing that seducing Leslie slowly would be an exquisite thrill.

"I was just about to say the same thing to you!" Leslie replied, an embarrassed smile spreading across her face.

Gina picked up both glasses of wine and handed Leslie one, motioning her to the couch at the same time.

"Your gown is gorgeous!" Leslie said as she took her glass and sat beside Gina on the sofa.

Gina raised her glass towards the teen and said, "Here is to new friendships."

They clinked glasses and both of them took small sips of the alcohol. Gina of course swallowed it easily but Leslie felt it burn her throat all the way down. She was pleasantly surprised however, by the warm tingling feeling that it gave her when it reached her belly.

Gina sat back turning herself and leaning against the arm of the sofa. She wanted a full view of this sexy little nymph while they talked. She pulled her gown up to her knees as she crossed her legs under her, showing only the faintest trace of her swollen labia. Leslie leaned against the back and crossed her legs as well. When she did her eyes were drawn to the glistening flesh just below the raised hem of Gina's gown. Once again, she felt an odd shudder of arousal burst from inside her.

"Well, tell me something about yourself Leslie Noname." Gina grinned as she snatched quick glimpses of the teenager's small breasts and budding nipples.

"Oh that wouldn't be very interesting." Leslie replied after a quick gulp of her wine. "I have a pretty boring life."

"How so?" Gina asked. She was truly interested in the young girls answer. It would help her to find the best method of seducing her.

"Well, Monday through Friday I attend school from eight in the morning until three in the afternoon. When I get home I do homework until dinner time then after dinner I sit around with my parents watching TV. Most weekends I have to stay around the house to help with chores."

"Don't you get out on the weekends? Go on dates?" Gina asked as if in complete shock.

"No. My parents won't let me date at all - they say I'm too young!"

"But your sixteen! You should be able to date! Besides that, you act like your at least eighteen!" Gina wasn't really lying. Leslie did seem more mature than her age.

"Well, actually I'm only fifteen." she confessed. "I lied to you because I was afraid you'd call the police."

"Not a chance!" Gina laughed. "I was a runaway once too."

"You were?" Leslie said her eyes widening.

"Of course! Why do you think I was so concerned to see you on the street tonight?"

"How did you survive it?"

"Actually a very nice woman took me in and cared for me. She was great! She was my teacher, my friend and my parent. She was also many other things to me." Gina replied, a misty, far away look in her eyes.

She was lying completely. She had never run away from home and had never lived with a woman that 'rescued her'. She actually lived in a very comfortable middle class home with a very loving family.

Gina was trying to win Leslie's trust and it was working. The poor young teenager felt her heart break slightly with the woman's story and she had to take another quick gulp of wine to keep from choking up.

"But here I am now! Quite comfortable and happy!" she told the teen as she appeared to snap back to the present.

"I hope that I can make it like you did." Leslie said weakly.

"Of course you will!" Gina rested her hand on the girl's shoulder momentarily before sliding it slowly across her skin and back to her own leg.

"Besides, your welcome to stay here as long as you need to so there is no need to worry about the far distant future for now."

"Thank you."

As she drank the last bit of wine from her glass, Leslie's entire body relaxed. The relief at not having to worry about where she was going to sleep for the next few nights in addition to the warming effects of the wine and Gina's gentle touch had a wonderful calming effect on her. She was beginning to really like the woman.

Gina chugged the remainder of her wine down quickly and stood.

"Be right back!" she said as she glided out of the living room, her full, round ass swaying seductively as she went.

Leslie was beginning to feel the effects of the wine more and more and she smiled as she watched the sexy movements of Gina's hips as she walked. She wasn't sure why but it made her feel warm and tingly inside when she looked at the woman. She found that she enjoyed the new sensation and allowed it to flow.

Gina returned with the half-full bottle of wine and refilled both of their glasses. Then turning to the music system, advanced the selections, stopping with a slow, sensuously rhythmic tune. Leaning her hand against a nearby wall she began to sway her hips with the music. As she did her soft, lush ass gyrated deliciously in lewd circles. She turned to face Leslie and found the girl staring at her pelvis, her eyes wide and a slack-jawed smile on her face.

"I just love to dance! Don't you?" Gina grinned as she placed her glass on the table. "Give me a little wine and I'll dance the night away!"

"I don't really know how to dance very well." Leslie frowned. "Especially not like that!"

Gina reached her hand out to the fifteen-year-old and said, "Come on! I'll teach you how!"

Leslie took a large gulp of her wine and grabbed the woman's hand, allowing herself to be guided to the center of the room. Gina stepped a few feet back from her and began to once again sway her hips sensuously around and around.

"Watch me first." she said as she raised her hands and clasped them above her head. Closing her eyes she pushed her firm, full breasts outwards.

"You have to feel the music deep inside you!" she whispered. "Then you let it move you. Watch my pelvis."

Gina rotated her hips slowly, turning as she moved. She exaggerated her movements so that her cunt and ass went outwards as the fifteen-year-old gazed at them. Leslie could see right through the mesh V in Gina's gown and now she noticed that Gina's labia had begun to glisten in the soft light.

Leslie giggled softly, mostly out of nervousness and said, "You look like a goddess from my mythology book."

"I like that!" Gina said, opening her eyes but continuing her lascivious display of sensuality. "Call me Goddess!"

Leslie giggle louder now. She loved the way Gina was so free- spirited and uninhibited and she wished that she could be more like the older woman.

"All right Goddess!" she laughed. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so comfortable and at ease with anyone. "But what about me?"

"Hmmm." Gina acted thoughtful. "You look like the sexiest little Wood Nymph I've ever seen!"

Leslie blushed outright but smiled broadly at the compliment. She was enjoying the game even though she was completely unaware of where Gina was taking it.

"Can you teach a wood nymph to dance like that?" Leslie laughed, pointing at Gina's undulating pelvis.

"You'd be surprised at what I could teach a wood nymph!"

Leslie laughed at the covert challenge in the woman's voice. Gina couldn't believe how well her plan was going. She had seduced many young teenage girls in her life but never had one of them followed her lead so easily.

"Now!" Gina said. "First close your eyes and let the music flow through you."

Leslie closed her eyes. She was listening so intently to the music that her brow wrinkled slightly.

"Don't LISTEN to it." Gina said. "Feel it! You have to feel it inside you."

Somehow Leslie understood what she meant and in a moment she could actually feel the presence of the music inside of her. It was a wonderful feeling. Gina could see that the teen had grasped the idea easily and was giving into the physical sensation of it. She placed her hands firmly on Leslie's hips and began to slowly and gently rotate the girls pelvis.

At first, Leslie's movements were jerky and unnatural but with Gina's firm but gentle lead she was soon moving her hips in deliciously lewd circles.

"That's it!" Gina said. "You've got it! Now raise your arms above your head and spread your feet a bit."

Leslie did as she was told, her eyes still closed, her body and mind melding with the music. She was becoming lost in the hot sensuality of her own dance and didn't notice that Gina had stepped back to watch her.

Gina was enthralled. She had never seen a young girl slip so easily into her own sexuality. She smiled as she watched Leslie's small, pink nipples blossom outwards with arousal. The urge to pull the girl into her arms and make love with her was overwhelming and she had to take a swig of wine to cool her libido.

Leslie danced throughout the entire selection and when it ended she opened her eyes and lowered her arms.

"That was amazing!" she said. "I could really feel it!"

"Your a natural - very sensuous, Leslie!" Gina told her.

"Thank you."

Leslie turned and bent to pick up her wine glass. She took a large gulp before setting the glass back down and turning around. She was fully unaware that she had given Gina a scrumptious view of her beautifully shaped ass.

"Oh my gosh! You lucky girl!" Gina exclaimed as Leslie turned back around.

"What?" she had no idea what the woman was referring to.

"Your ass!" Gina smiled warmly. "It's in a perfect heart shape!"

"It is?"

"Haven't you ever noticed?" Gina said, in a disbelieving voice.

"I guess not." the teen said, trying to strain her neck to look at her own backside.

"I'd give anything if mine were like that", Gina said as she turned her back to the girl. "Mine is just wide!"

With that she pushed her ass backwards slightly at Leslie and reaching around, slapped her left cheek, causing it to wiggle slightly.

Leslie giggled as she stared at the delicious mounds of ass flesh that protruded back at her.

"I don't think its a bit too wide!" she retorted. "In fact I think it's VERY sexy! Definitely a Goddesses butt!"

The wine was having a devastating effect on Leslie's inhibitions. She had never been so open and honest with anyone before. But it was true. She really did feel completely at ease with Gina and couldn't see why she shouldn't put her trust in the woman.

Gina turned back around smiling. As she headed for the couch the musical selection changed and the small jazz orchestra began playing a slow love ballad.

"Oh! I just love this song!" Gina exclaimed. "Would you mind dancing with me - I just love this!"

She had said it innocently enough, but it still surprised Leslie. She didn't know what to say. She had never danced with another person before and was afraid she would stumble or worse yet, step on Gina's feet and make a fool of herself.

"Well - ok." she said hesitantly. She raised her hands up waiting for Gina to take them but instead the woman stepped in very close and, wrapping her arms around the girl, pulled her gently to her.

At first Leslie jerked nervously in Gina's arms. Being held so closely was a new experience for the teen and it took a few moments before she was able to relax. She finally let out a deep breath and allowed herself to sink luxuriously into the older woman's tender embrace. Her small hands slid softly around Gina's waist as the two of them danced together.

"Hmmmm." Gina whispered. "This is so nice."

"Mmmm. Hmmm." the teenager replied. The warm sensations that were brewing in her belly began to take on a more erotic nature as they danced together. She closed her eyes and laid her head on Gina's breast, trying to sort out the variety of emotions that were beginning to flow through her heart.

Leslie had never felt a sexual attraction for another female. She had never even imagined herself in the arms of a woman, but here she was, dancing like lovers with someone nearly twice her age. She was becoming acutely aware of the familiar throbbing sensations deep within her virginal pussy.

Gina felt a warm trickle of fluid ooze from between her labia and drool onto her thigh. She too was becoming very turned on and she allowed her right hand to drift downwards slowly until it reach the soft cheek of Leslie's panty-clad ass.

Leslie didn't protest Gina's caress and so the older woman gave the plump globe of flesh a gentle squeeze, sending an erotic tingle up the fifteen-year-olds spine. At the same time, the musky scent of Gina's aroused sex began to waft upwards, filling Leslie's nostrils and almost causing her to swoon.

"Your perfume is really nice." the teen whispered.

"I'm not wearing perfume, love." Gina said kissing the girl on the cheek.

"Your not?"

"No, love." Gina said slowly, both her hands now roaming over Leslie's back, ass and thighs. "Actually I have a confession to make."

"What?"

"I'm afraid I have become quite aroused. Sexually, I mean. That smell is my love juices. I have become quite wet." Gina confessed. She tried to sound embarrassed even though she wasn't.

Leslie was startled. Not only with Gina's honesty but also at the effect Gina's sexual odors were having on her. They were more intoxicating even than the wine.

"It's ok." she said. "You smell very nice."

"So do you." Gina replied. Then she kissed Leslie's forehead several times before the girl turned her face upwards. Her eyes were slightly misted over and her cheeks were flushed.

Gina paused and sighed as she gazed at the teenager's beautiful, young face. Leslie's deep blue eyes were dreamy and soft and her full lips had become fuller. Gina moved slowly, lowering her face towards the teens. She allowed her warm breath to escape slowly and paused at Leslie's slightly parted lips, hesitating before lightly kissing them and drawing slowly back again.

Leslie felt her body tremble. She could taste Gina's breath and the momentary touch of their lips sent an erotic shiver down the her spine. She waited patiently for the next kiss, unsure herself on how to proceed. Her heart felt as if it were floating and butterflies were bursting loose in her belly.

Gina allowed her lips to gently graze back and forth across Leslie's, causing the youngster to nearly swoon with anticipation. When she finally pressed her open mouth tightly to Leslie's and pushed her tongue between her lips, the girl nearly went limp with sexual surrender. They stopped dancing as their tongues played together in Leslie's sweet, young mouth.