Just then the front door of the house opened and closed, and Kristin heard her mother’s voice from the hall. Carol had spent the whole day supervising the kitchen at the local homeless shelter, where she was one of the leading lights. Kristin, Nicola, and Lina had all put in shifts, but Carol was by the far most active, sticking around until the last dish was washed.
Carol sat down next to Lina and poured herself a glass of wine, and after a few minutes of chitchat the three of them resumed watching the movie. But before long Carol was yawning audibly; she had gotten up quite early that morning and was wiped out. After polishing off her glass of wine she said good night and headed upstairs.
This time neither Kristin nor Lina took their eyes off the screen until Carol returned a couple minutes later, asking “Why is Nicola in my bed?”
Kristin smirked. “She just wandered in there, I guess. She looked so happy I didn’t want to disturb her.”
“Oh,” said Carol, and after thinking for a moment she added, “Well, I guess that’s OK. It’s a big bed.” Jim Thompson and Carl Santini were out of town attending yet another football game.
Once she was gone Kristin and Lina went back to watching the movie, but neither of them was paying much attention anymore. Inch by inch Kristin slid closer to Lina, and by the time the movie ended, they were pressed right together, feeling each other’s warmth and respiration.
As soon as the credits started to roll, Kristin leaned in for a kiss. Lina’s lips were soft and yielding, and Kristin’s left arm snaked across her body and reached out to squeeze one of Lina’s boobs. To Lina, it was not unlike the first time a boy had made a move on her in her teenage years; for a long moment she put up no resistance, then suddenly she pulled away, wide-eyed, and whispered, “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Kristin whispered back, giving Lina’s tit another little squeeze. She was experienced enough to know when a woman was ready, and knew how to take charge. Standing up, Kristin took hold of Lina’s hand and got her on her feet.
Kristin’s grip was firm and forceful but not rough, and Lina instinctively followed her lead as she began to climb the stairs. With every step Lina’s inner voice of reason was telling her “No no no, you can’t do this,” but somehow she found herself putting one foot in front of the other.
At the top of the stairs Lina looked to the right to the closed door of Carol’s bedroom, that room she had spent so many hours in over the years. But now she was being pulled in the opposite direction by this young woman who, in the dim light of the hallway, was virtually Carol’s doppelganger. It was completely quiet except for a faint sound of snoring, which both Kristin and Lina recognized as Carol’s.
Once they were inside her bedroom, Kristin closed and locked the door. It had felt so deliciously naughty sneaking past her mother that way. If she’d really wanted to be safe she’d have taken Lina over to the Santinis’ house; the risk was part of the thrill.
Wrapping her hands around Lina’s waist, Kristin buried her face in the older woman’s cleavage, just like she’d been wanting to do all night. In that moment all of Lina’s remaining resistance melted away; she could feel the strength of Kristin’s desire, and her own body was responding in kind, nipples stiffening and pussy lubricating. She hadn’t been able to be with Carol for a while now, and found all that pent-up desire releasing itself for Carol’s daughter.
Kristin pulled down the top of Lina’s dress and lifted her bra, allowing her luscious breasts to pop out. Her nipples were swollen and straining, and Kristin wasted no time leaning down to suck each one in turn. This caused Lina to let out a gasp that seemed to echo in the silence of the room. Kristin put a finger to her lips to remind her that she needed to be quiet, but Lina began to submissively suck the finger, and Kristin didn’t stop her.
Suddenly Kristin remembered that these breasts had fed Nicola as a baby. She wondered if they had ever fed her as well; she and Nicola were only a few months apart in age. The idea was strange but quite sexy, and Kristin hastily pulled Lina’s bra all the way off so she could lick everything.
Lina was panting gently, trying to maintain her composure; she hadn’t been this turned on in a long, long time. And it only got worse when Kristin dropped to her knees, lifted Lina’s dress, and nuzzled her nose into the “V” where the older woman’s legs met. This caused Lina’s knees to buckle and she fell back heavily onto the bed, making the box spring rattle and whine.
Kristin paused for a moment, listening for any sound coming from down the hall. There was nothing, so she resumed what she had been doing, again raising the hem of the dress, which had settled back when Lina fell. Kristin parted Lina’s legs; she was wearing a thong that had nestled into the furrow between her pussy lips, and Kristin took hold of it and worked it up and down a few times. This time Lina let out a throaty moan that was very sexy but hardly discreet. Thinking quickly, Kristin pulled off the thong and stuck it into Lina’s mouth; that ought to keep her quiet.
For a long moment Kristin knelt there staring right into Lina’s vagina. So Nicola had come out of there; it was really quite amazing. Kristin decided that it deserved a reward, so she hooked her thumb inside from underneath and bent forward to give it a top-notch, A-one tongue bath.
It didn’t take long for Lina to begin to tremble and spasm, and thanks to the thong she was relatively quiet. Kristin pulled her head back. Lina was insanely delicious, and she fully intended to taste deeply and at length, but she had more in mind.
Kristin stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. She hadn’t consciously set out to dress schoolgirl-sluttishly that day, but that was what had happened; she was wearing an extremely sheer white blouse that did little to hide her black lace bra, and a very short red-and-green plaid skirt. She did a slow striptease for Lina, watching the older woman’s eyes the whole time, enjoying the obvious lust that was in them.
When she was naked Kristin got onto the bed and climbed into a straddle over Lina’s head. In a flash they were 69ing intensely, gripping each other tight, tongues and fingers hard at work. They kept at it for what seemed like hours, coming over and over, sometimes together and sometimes separately. It was completely forgotten that they were trying to be secretive, but fortunately their cries were generally muffled by each other’s cunts.
Finally Kristin rolled off and they lay there tired, sated, sweaty, trying to catch their breath. But soon Lina decided that she had better go; she had really gotten away with something here, if indeed she had gotten away with it. After quickly dressing she bent down to kiss Kristin on the lips — lips thoroughly coated with her own juices — and whispered, “Just this one time.”
Kristin shrugged. She felt completely content and pleasantly tired; the future mattered not at all. She was asleep almost as soon as Lina left the room.
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