Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 92

Once Kat and Kelly had left, Marie showered again and shaved her legs and pits. Jessica had promised to take her to the French restaurant in town for her birthday dinner, and she was very excited at the prospect of an evening alone with her mistress.

After perfuming and powdering herself, Marie picked out her favorites from the new underwear she’d bought that day and tried on all of her new outfits before deciding on a simple cream-colored dress that flattered her curves nicely. Jessica appeared looking effortlessly chic in a black strapless number and, after complimenting Marie on how beautiful she looked, said that they had better get going or they would be late.

The food was delicious and Marie enjoyed speaking French with the waiter, who flirted shamelessly with her, unaware that all his efforts would get him nowhere. He was a handsome young man but Marie had eyes only for Jessica, who was in top form tonight, making Marie laugh and her eyes sparkle.

Afterward they stopped by #9 for a drink and sat at a corner table, Jessica with a martini, Marie with a glass of champagne. Although it was a Monday night and not very busy, there were several attractive specimens there. Inventorying the possibilities, Jessica asked Marie if she saw anything she liked, but Marie shook her head.

“I just want to be with you.”

So after one drink they went home, Marie nuzzling into Jessica’s neck as she drove. Back home they put on some music and opened another bottle of champagne. Marie asked Jessica to sit and did a dance for her, one that quickly turned into a striptease. Off came the new dress, the new bra, the new panties. Still moving rhythmically, Marie dropped to her knees in front of Jessica.

And so for Marie the day ended as it had begun, only in reverse order. After worshipping at the fountain between Jessica’s legs, she curled up in her mistress’s arms and slept like a baby.

* * *

Jessica woke up before Marie and lay for awhile just watching the younger girl sleep, thinking back to when they had first met.

Jessica had had a friend whose job was placing exchange students with host families, and several times she’d asked Jessica to participate in the program. Jessica had always refused, but one day her friend was so desperate that Jessica finally relented and agreed to take in a student who would be attending the college two towns over.

Jessica was married at the time, but the marriage was not a happy one. She and her husband got along well enough, but they were both restless. Her husband was an exciting and interesting person, but never seemed satisfied; he always needed to push the envelope, including sexually. Several times he had talked her into threesomes with other women, and Jessica soon discovered that she had more interest in the girls than in him.

She had had several lesbian experiences in college, but had thought it was just a phase. Now she was surprised to discover how excited she could be by the softness of a girl’s skin, the sweetness of her lips, the smell and taste of her pussy.

Also, the girls that they trysted with were usually younger, and Jessica’s husband encouraged her to take a dominant position toward them. Jessica found that she thoroughly enjoyed tying a woman up, playing with her bound body, and making her eat pussy. Then her husband would get involved, and it wasn’t the same after that; Jessica began to yearn for the opportunity to experiment on her own.

So when 19-year-old Marie arrived at her door, looking so fresh and lovely, acting so shy and innocent, naturally Jessica began to have ideas. By now her husband was spending most of his time in the city about an hour away where his company’s home office was located, and where he had an apartment. Jessica suspected that he had a girlfriend there, or several, but she didn’t really care at this point; she was ready to move on to the next phase of her life.

At first, however, she and Marie were merely friends. Marie was very quiet and self-conscious about her poor English, so it took awhile for Jessica to get her to open up and talk about herself. Marie was from a small town in the south of France and she had come to the U.S. partly to study art, but also to escape an unpleasant home situation. Her father was abusive and her mother too afraid to do anything about it, and while he had never raped her, he had sent her to the hospital on one occasion.

Jessica found Marie extremely attractive, but was hesitant to make a move, knowing that Marie was fragile and hesitant to betray her trust. She also worried that getting sexually involved with a student would get her friend in trouble. So weeks passed, but finally, one warm night, Jessica found herself unable to sleep.

This is silly, Jessica thought to herself. I need someone, she needs someone; what’s the big deal? She put on her robe and crept to the door of Marie’s room. “Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Oui,” came the reply. “I mean, yes.”

Walking into Marie’s room, Jessica lit the candle on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed. For a long, powerful moment Jessica and Marie just gazed into each other’s eyes, wordlessly communicating. Then Jessica leaned over to kiss the younger girl. Soon they were making love.

Jessica found Marie intoxicatingly sweet and delicious. For Marie, it was not her first time with a girl, but it was her first time with a woman, and she was excited by Jessica’s confidence and experience. Three hours later they fell asleep in each other’s arms, and they had spent very few nights apart in the years since.

As time passed Jessica began to want to try new things — bondage, spanking, porn, toys — and Marie was always cooperative. Jessica learned that she thrived in a dominant role: a sense of power turned her on, and the more she got, the more she wanted. Marie fit naturally into a submissive role. She liked having decisions made for her and got incredibly wet when Jessica told her what to do.

When the semester was over Marie had no desire to return to her home country, and Jessica invited her to stay as long as she wanted. Jessica’s friend was not happy, of course, because she could have gotten in trouble if Marie’s parents had complained, but they never did. After a while Jessica stopped returning her friend’s calls, and that was the end of that friendship, but Jessica never looked back. Her husband was amenable to a parting of the ways, so they split on fairly good terms; she kept the house while he moved full-time to the city.

This meant, of course, that Marie was technically an illegal alien. Since she mostly stayed at home and rarely interacted with anyone who wasn’t part of Jessica’s circle, this didn’t present much of a problem, and it was one more thing that kept them bound together. It also gave their relationship a little extra flavor of the secretive, the forbidden, that helped to keep things exciting.

Looking over at the sleeping Marie, Jessica was filled with a great tenderness. This girl really was a treasure, and should be properly appreciated.

Marie woke to find Jessica kissing along her inner thighs and let her legs fall open, sighing happily. This was an unexpected treat —it wasn’t ever her birthday anymore! — but you weren’t going to hear her complaining.


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