Chapter 3: A sexual encounter, but not with Bernie

On Saturday morning I went to Bernie's house by bike. Most of the trip was along cycle paths but Mum is a bit of a worrier and asked me to ring her when I got there. I rang the bell while I was telling Mum I had arrived and had just hung up when Belle answered the door.

"Hi Belle, is it OK if I leave my bike in your porch?" I asked, "I don't want it stolen."

"Yes, sure, but didn't you get Bernie's text?"

I looked back at my phone and indeed there was a text in the inbox. I read it as I stepped into the house. 'sorry Lyn don't come this am gone to aunts today back tonite luv Bernie p.s. ring u later' it read.

"Ooops," I said, "I don't think I'm meant to be here am I? Sorry, didn't see the message."

"Oh, don't worry; she should have phoned you this morning. Her aunt has been admitted to hospital, so she wanted to go up to see her. I'm on call so couldn't go with her. Anyway, now you're here, would you like a drink? You look a little out of puff."

"Yes, it's a bit of a hill to ride up. Could I have an orange squash please?"

Belle was wearing a pink towelling robe and as she poured me a drink in the kitchen, I noticed her legs and bare feet had some droplets of water on still. "Hey, did I get you out the bath, Belle? I'm really sorry."

"Oh it's OK, I was in the shower actually. I wasn't expecting any visitors, so was having a leisurely soak, but it was time I was out anyway. Here's your drink, let's go and sit upstairs and we can chat while I finish drying." I followed her upstairs, feeling a little guilty that I glimpsed the cheeks of her bare bottom beneath the robe several times on the way up. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath.

She led me in her bedroom and I thought perhaps I should have stayed downstairs. I sat on the bed while she told me an involved story about finding out train-times for Bernie, but it was difficult to concentrate as she was using another towel to dry her legs. And then she opened her robe and dried her front and under her legs. She was facing away from me so I couldn't actually see anything but my imagination was running riot.

Looking past her I noticed that I could see her reflection in the dressing table mirror. I could see her breasts. Oh my god. They were rippling as she towelled herself between the legs. I glanced up at the reflection of her face and I blushed deeply as I saw her eyes looking at me. In retrospect, she had obviously positioned herself so that I could see her clearly in the mirror.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked quietly. She turned to face me and she was smiling. "It's OK Lyn. I suspected last night that I had interrupted something between you and Bernie and I wanted to find out if you were into girls. That's why I brought you up here."

"But I'm not into girls, at least I never have been. But there is something about Bernie that seems to have changed that. I have got feelings I don't understand."

"Just Bernie? I may be wrong but I've seen the way you're looking at me too."

"Oh god, I'm really sorry, I just don't know what I'm doing any more. Whatever I see in Bernie I see in you too. You won't tell her will you?"

"Not if you don't want me too. But I do think we ought to talk about this. It's a two way thing, you see, and I feel a big attraction to you too. I think we have to deal with this. I don't want to be a rival to my own daughter." She came and sat down beside me on the bed, her robe still open showing me her boobs and a dark patch of curly hair on her mound. It was sending strange feelings coursing through me again and my face was damp with perspiration.

I felt deeply ashamed at what I was feeling. My eyes misted over and two big teardrops ran down my cheeks. She put her arms round me and pulled me against her and my right hand accidentally ended up on her breast. I snatched it away again but she reached out and pulled it back to the soft flesh.

"N-no, this mustn't happen," I protested but her hand stayed on mine.

"Don't you want to feel me? I saw how you looked at them."

"B-but B-Bernie..."

"Bernie isn't here, and I won't tell her. Have you touched Bernie like this?"

"No I've only touched her tummy, but I want to."

"Haven't you touched her pussy?"

"No, she touched me but you came in before I got the chance."

"But you wanted to. Have you kissed?"

"Just once, but it lasted a long time."

"Did you use tongues?"

"Tongues? What do you mean?"

"Have you never kissed a boy with your tongues in each others mouths, you know, French kissing they call it?"

"I've never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend either. I didn't know you used tongues when kissing."

"Wow, you ARE an innocent little thing aren't you? I don't know if Bernie knows either actually. It's something you can try with her. Would you like me to show you how?"

"I-I-I..." Once again, I just couldn't get any words to form, and Belle lifted my chin up and planted a kiss on my lips. She kissed me five or six times, each getting longer and more animated. Her lips started opening as she kissed and I followed her example. Her lips felt so soft and wet and I could sense a minty smell of toothpaste on her breath. Her tongue was on my lips, and I remembered Bernie had done that at the end our kiss. My hand was still on her breast and I could feel her nipple hard against my palm.

She pushed her tongue past my teeth and deep into my mouth, touching it on the top of my tongue and then over the roof of my mouth. I captured it gently between my lips and sucked on it and she moved it in and out for a while. I pushed against it with my tongue and it retreated back into her mouth and my tongue followed it in, doing exactly as she had done to me. Once again I knew my panties were getting damp from the liquid oozing from me.

My hand was squeezing her breast rhythmically and I felt her hand sliding under my top and on to my bra. Still kissing she laid me back on the bed. Finally her lips came away from mine and she kissed me playfully on the nose, making me smile. She lifted my top over my head and off my arms before pulling my bra off the same way without even unclipping it.

She shrugged off her robe completely, leaving her naked, and laid her body over mine. I suspected this was a gesture to demonstrate my submission or, from her point of view, her dominance over me and as she held both my hands and spread them wide across the bed her full weight pressed on me squashing our breasts between us. Our lips met again and this time our tongues were duelling in each others mouths. Then she released my hands and rolled to one side, idly fondling one of my small boobs.

"So, my beautiful white lover, do you still want me to stop?"

I just lay there staring up at her dark brown eyes and smiled.

"I thought not," she laughed. I lay with my arms still out to the sides while she unzipped my skirt and pulled it down my legs. Today I had 'borrowed' one of Mum's panty-liners and stuck it into my green panties to try to avoid the embarrassing wet patches, and despite me feeling the oozing from my vagina it seemed to have worked. She eased my panties down and as she took them off me, she unstuck the liner, and when she lay back down beside me she was carrying it and showing me how full it was by rubbing her finger over it, then licking the wetness from her finger.