Chapter 6
Jessica grew tired of waiting for Jeff. The stuttering stud had promised that he would call her at her motel room when he talked to his mother about the interview, but now it was Sunday afternoon and he had not called at all. The journalist knew that the boy had probably chickened out, afraid to ask his mother for anything, afraid even to speak. Jessica felt a little put-out by the boy's fear of his mother, but she sat in her motel room and smiled when she remembered that her relationship with Jeff had not been a total loss. He had been one hell of a stud, one hell of a fuck.
Anyway, she thought, it was time to work on phase two of her operation. She would attack the Billings family from another angle.
So she left her motel room and got in her car and started to drive around town. She was looking for someone. She was looking for Kristy Billings.
She had studied the girl as she had studied the brother of the girl. She knew that Kristy liked to walk around town on sunny afternoons like this one and she knew that the girl often picked up guys on these afternoons.
On this afternoon, the journalist thought, she would not pick up a guy. She would be picked up by a sexy woman who wanted something from her.
As she drove around, looking for the teen-aged sex-pot, she remembered the stories that she had heard about Kristy Billings.
The girl had a bad reputation among many of the town's blue-noses. People said that she danced naked for boys and then fucked them, sometimes five or six in one night. People said that she was obsessed with sex. Jessica giggled when she thought about that. What teen-aged girl is not obsessed with sex? The only difference between Kristy and the more pure young ladies of the town, the journalist thought, was that Kristy was not afraid to work out her obsession with boys, lots of boys.
Jessica smiled. She had been much like Kristy when she was a teen-ager, courageous and willing to try anything.
The journalist hoped that Kristy was indeed like her. She hoped that the girl was not afraid to try anything. Jessica had made love to her first woman when she was only fifteen and she had had several minor affairs with women since then. She basically liked men with good, strong cocks, but she was also turned on by cute women, women who were soft and eager to please.
The blonde remembered her first girl. She had been fifteen and the girl had been older, more experienced, all of seven-teen. That girl had picked Jessica up one afternoon and had taken her out of the woods. She had talked to Jessica about boys and how much fun sex could be.
And then she had run her hand over the girl's soft thigh. The blonde shivered with delight when the older girl did that, but she felt warm and loving when the girl took her in her arms and kissed her full on the lips.
That had been a very good experience for Jessica. The reporter wondered if this teen-aged tart that she was looking for this afternoon had had a good experience such as that one. If she had not, Jessica wanted to show her such an experience. She wanted to give this girl everything that she could give another female, everything that would make Kristy Billings feel warm and loving, just as she had felt when she was fifteen.
Jessica saw the girl standing on the corner just ahead of her.
She slowed down and studied the teen-ager as she drew close to Kristy.
The girl was dressed for action. That was for sure.
Kristy was wearing a halter-top over her budding tits and she was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, jeans that were cut off almost to her pussy.
Her feet were bare and she already had the beginning of her tan. She looked from one side to the other, grinning and waiting for some interested boy to come driving by.
Jessica moved her car slowly up the corner and then stopped the auto right in front of Kristy.
The girl looked into the open window. "Hi," Jessica said, smiling at the girl.
"Hi," Kristy said with a grin.
"Would you like to go for a ride with me?"
The question took the teen-ager by surprise. She had never been propositioned by a woman before. And this was definitely a proposition, a request for sex. She could tell that by the way that the woman was looking at her body and the way that the woman smiled at her.
She considered it for just a second. She reminded herself that she had determined to try everything. So she quickly decided that she would go with this blonde woman. She thought the woman was very beautiful.
"Sure," Kristy said, grinning and running around the car to get in on the passenger's side. When she was in, she turned to the woman.
"My name is Kristy," she said.
"I know," the woman said with a smile as she moved the car away from the corner. "My name is Jessica."
"You know me, Jessica?" the girl asked.
She was a little surprised. She had never seen this woman around town before and she was sure that she would have noticed her in this small town if she had crossed her path.
"Yes, Kristy," the woman said, driving toward the outskirts of town, driving toward the lake. "I know you. I fucked your brother just a couple of nights ago."
"Really?" the girl chirped.
"Really. He was a very good fuck, too."
"Yes, I know very well," the girl said with an impish grin and a twinkle in her eye. She wondered if that would shock the woman. But it did not seem to shock her at all. The blonde just turned to her and smiled.
"From experience?" Jessica asked.
"From recent experience. I fucked him yesterday morning for the first time."
Jessica laughed out loud with glee. This girl was a real sex-pot, she thought, probably even more courageous than Jessica had been at her age. Jessica had never had a brother to fuck. She was an only child, but she wondered now if she would have fucked a brother if one had been available to her, especially a sexy brother like the stammering Jeff. She probably would have. She decided that she would not have been able to resist a sexy stud, no matter if he was related to her.
Kristy looked out the front windshield.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To the lake," the woman said, "if that is all right with you."
The two females explained glances and grins again. They both knew what they were going to do when they got to the lake. Kristy looked over the sexy blonde and felt her blood begin to boil with lust and anticipation.
"Sounds great to me," the teen-ager said.
"Have you ever done anything like this before, Kristy? I mean, with a woman?"
"No," Kristy said, understanding exactly what the woman expected her to do when they got to the lake, "but I want to do it and I think that you are very sexy."
"I will try to make it good for you, Kristy," the blonde said softly.
The two females were silent as Jessica drove to the lake. The blonde was at ease, knowing that the teen-ager had agreed to the lesbian sex and knowing that this teen-ager would probably be very good at the act when things got started. Kristy was a little nervous, however, nervous with anticipation. She wanted to get things started. She wanted to taste this sexy woman's cunt and see if her juices were as sweet as her own, as her mother's.
Kristy found herself thinking of her mother. Marsha, like this woman, Jessica, was a blonde, sexy thing. And now that Kristy understood her mother and leather, she wondered if Marsha had ever done anything like what she was prepared to do with this woman. She somehow hoped that her mother had done something like that. Kristy wanted to be as much like her mother as possible. She wanted to be a star too.
And the teen-ager liked the lake. It brought to her mind good memories, memories of Tim and other boys, but especially of Tim, her first man. She was glad that this woman had picked out the lake for this new first in Kristy's life. She liked to do her first things near the water, she thought. It made her feel more natural and fresh when she did them. Nothing could ever be strange and perverted if it was done near the water, she thought and then she giggled at that thought.
"Something funny?" Jessica asked as she drove on the little road that led by the lake.
"No," the girl said, "I was just thinking that I liked it here."
"Good."
Jessica drove Kristy to her own special spot, the place where she had fucked Jeff just a few days before. She pulled the car into that spot and then she and the girl sat there and looked out on the shining, blue water of the lake for a second without saying anything.
It was a special spot for Kristy too. Near here, she had fucked Tim, her first man, the man she had never seen again. She glanced at the pretty, blonde woman who sat there in the car and looked at the water and she wondered if she would ever see this woman again either.
She did think that Jessica was sexy. She was wearing her white shorts and her white T-shirt and her tits were rounded and firm under that T-shirt. She looked sophisticated, even dressed like that, the teen-ager thought. She wondered what this woman did for a living. She would not have been surprised to discover that this woman was a business executive or a high-powered fashion model or maybe even a movie star, as her mother had been.
Jessica had slipped her sandals off so that she, like Kristy, sat in the car in her bare feet. She finally turned to the girl and readied out and touched the side of her face. Kristy bent her head and let the woman's fingers move into the softness at the side of her neck. She grinned at the woman with sweetness in her eyes, with girlish sweetness that Jessica knew would be driven out of Kristy before too many more years were through.
That was the way things happened in the world, the journalist thought. The sweetness was driven out of a girl. Kristy would be sexy for a long time, but she would not be sweet and tender as she was now. She would try and try to regain that sweetness in the arms of men and women as she grew older, and. sometimes, she would have a faint taste of it, but she would never really be this way again, this sweet, this adventurous, this excited and loving.
Jessica knew because that is what had happened to her. She wanted to taste this girl's sweetness, to let the girl feel it in her body before it was gone forever.
The blonde journalist pulled the teen-aged girl's face to hers and kissed Kristy on the mouth with a soft peck. Then they kissed again and this time, the girl put her arms around Jessica's neck and held the blonde close to her while she opened her mouth to the older woman's tongue. She felt the soft, wet tongue invade her and she moved her face against Jessica's as their tongues played little games with each other, as they tasted each other for the first time.
The teen-ager liked this feeling, this warm sensation that ran through her because she was kissing another woman. A man's lips were not so soft, so cool. A man's tongue was not so active in her mouth. She felt that this thing with Jessica would be very good because they were both women, because they knew how to please each other because they knew from first-hand experience how women liked to be pleased.
The girl pulled away from the blonde and smiled at her.
"Let's go over into the trees," she said, "where we can be more comfortable."
Jessica liked the fact that she had made the suggestion, that she was doing more than just following orders. She just nodded her head in agreement with the teen-ager. She knew that this would be a very pleasurable experience for both of them because neither of them was in total control of the other. They were two women, who had mutual desires and mutual control over their bodies. That would make their pleasure mutual too.
The two females got out of the car and held hands as they walked barefoot across the soft earth to the trees. They looked at the trees as they came near the clump. Both of them felt as if they were moving into a sanctuary, a special place where they could be totally free and uninhibited.
It was the way that they wanted to be.
They moved into the trees and stood there in the middle of the trees and looked up at the late spring sun that was shining down on them through the trees. They felt cool and blessed there in the summer as it filtered through the green of the tree tops. They turned and looked at each other.
Neither female said anything. Instead, they stepped a few feet apart and studied each other carefully, seeing each sexy curve in each other's body, noticing each sexy part. Then Kristy reached behind her and loosened her halter-top and let the thing fall away from her body and showed the woman her young, rounded tits. She waited until Jessica moved too. The blonde pulled her T-shirt over her head and let the teen-ager see her tits.
Each female stood very stiff for a moment and let the other female take in that new sight. Then Kristy moved her fingers over her cut-offs and opened them. Jessica moved her hands over her shorts and loosened those things too. Together, at the same time, they pushed their last garments down to the ground and stepped out of them. Neither of the females had won panties. Both had gone out that afternoon in search of sex and both knew that they did not need panties for that.
Both females spread their legs and stood there, letting eyes inspect pretty pussies.
Kristy's cunt was covered with a dark bush of soft hair. Jessica's hair was lighter in color but heavier, as a woman's should be heavier than a teen-aged girl's.
After that lustful inspection, the two women began to move together slowly. They started to move at the same time, yearning for each other, keeping their eyes roaming over bodies, moving slowly, letting the anticipation build.
Jessica was a little taller than the girl. So, when they came together and put their arms around each other, Kristy was the one who tilted her head up for Jessica's kiss. It was a strong, soft, passionate kiss, the type of kiss that only women can share. Jessica held Kristy close to her and felt the girl's soft, young tits move against her own as both females breathed in excitement at this experience.
Then Jessica ran her lips over the girl's face, giving the teen-ager quick, soft, little kisses. She ran her tongue around the girl's soft jaw and licked her throat as Kristy continued to move her head about and give the woman places to lick and to kiss. Then Jessica ran her tongue over the red lips of the girl and she felt the girl shudder in her arms as she did that.
Kristy had never experienced such licking before. It was marvelous. No man had ever done that to her. It took another woman to understand that women like to be licked, like cats, like jungle animals, like angels. Those thoughts rushed through Kristy's head so quickly that she did not even notice it when she moved to her knees with Jessica. She did not notice it when the woman pushed her back onto the soft earth but she went willing and let the woman lie on top of her and press her body to Kristy's hot, sexy body and continue to kiss and lick her as Kristy moved her firm, young, dancer's legs up and held them around Jessica's sexy body.
Jessica started to move her pussy against Kristy's, to hump the girl. The teen-ager soon caught the rhythm and matched it with her own, but she still did not give it much thought. She was beyond thought. It seemed to Kristy that she was moving in a mist, moving in the way that her body wanted to move. She just felt. She did not think.
And what thoughts she had were not about this woman who humped her. They were about her mother. She wondered if her mother's pussy was as soft and hairy and wet as this woman's, what her mother's cunt would feel like if Marsha rubbed it against Kristy's young pussy. Her mind will filled with such wonders, such questions that boiled with lust in her head.
Kristy tightened her hold on Jessica with her legs and her arms and moaned into the woman's ear.
"Fuck me. Fuck me as my mother would."
Jessica heard those words and knew that, somewhere, deep in her soul, this girl lusted for her own mother. That made the journalist feel happy, because she knew that that lust could be turned into something that was productive for Jessica and her career. She ground her cunt into Kristy's and felt the wetness of the teen-ager mix with her own wetness and she continued to kiss and lick the girl's face.
Then she moved back from the girl's body and Kristy loosened her hold on the woman. When she was able to move, Jessica started her journey down Kristy's sexy flesh.
She kissed and licked the girl's soft shoulders and then moved on down to the young, rounded tits. She figured that many men had probably kissed and sucked on those tits, but Jessica knew that no man would ever give Kristy the feeling that she was going to give her at that moment because no man really understood tits as a woman did.
The journalist moved her tongue slowly around one pink nipple, wetting it and feeling it grow hard under her touch and then she ran her tongue across the nipple with quick, little movements as the girl jumped and gasped. She knew that she was pleasing Kristy with the tongue-lashing. Then Jessica raised her mouth and blew on the nipple and the girl shuddered and sighed and took deep breaths and trembled under her. Jessica knew that that felt good to her, good like sexy torture. A breath is cold on a wet nipple and when a girl felt such a coldness, she only wanted to have a warm mouth sucking on her, relieving her of the coldness and the lustful chill.
Kristy put her hand on Jessica's neck and pressed the blonde down on that nipple and Jessica went willing, sucking on the thing with long, almost lazy pulls. The girl began to churn in the dust under her, to churn with lust and emotions that were new to her. Jessica understood those emotions. They were the same emotions that she had felt when she was fifteen, when she had been taken by the older girl and turned into a lover that could not be satisfied by mere ordinary sex.
And the pink nipple of the girl tasted so fresh and so sweet.
As Jessica sucked on her tit, Kristy lifted her arms and put her hands on her head and tried to relax. But the blonde saw that movement and quickly moved her mouth off the nipple and licked the armpits of the sexy girl. That added more sexual tension to Kristy's body, more emotions that made her think of her mother and of lust and of nothing.
Kristy held her arms back and moved on the ground, danced under the woman's body and felt the earth move into her flesh as the woman licked her armpit. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She wanted that ultimate girl-to-girl action and she wanted it now.
"Suck my clit, Jessica," she moaned, almost begging in her lust. "Eat my pussy and suck my clit. I have to come soon of I will just explode."
And the blonde journalist understood just what the girl meant. She had felt similar things, similar explosions in her body when she had made love to women before.
Jessica hurried down Kristy's body and lowered her face to the dark-haired, sweet, young pussy as the girl spread her legs wide and tensed her body and moaned to the woman with desire in her voice.
"Eat my pussy, Jessica. Please."
The blonde journalist could not refuse the girl. She looked so eager and so sweet like that and the aroma that came up to the woman's nostrils from the girl's body was sweet too, so sweet that it seemed like flowers to Jessica, flowers of the spring.
She spread the girl's cunt-lips with her fingers and drove her tongue into Kristy, moved it into the girl with force and power and tasted the ultimate sweetness of the teen-ager. It was so sweet and the pussy walls seemed to vibrate against Jessica's tongue. The juices covered the tongue as Jessica pressed her face closer to the girl and moved the tongue in more deeply, sucking and licking at the same time and feeling the girl churn under her.
The blonde journalist looked up at the girl and was proud because she knew that she was doing this to Kristy, that she was giving the sexy teen-ager this pleasure. Kristy was moving on the earth and she held her little tits in her hands and squeezed on them as she moaned and sighed. Jessica caught some, of the words that came from the girl's lips in gasping sounds.
"Yes, Mother ... More like that ... That is wonderful ... Mother ... I understand ... Leather Mother ... I understand you ... Hat my pussy ... Mother."
The girl was thinking about her mother, fantasizing that the former movie queen was the one who was eating out her pussy at that moment. In another situation, Jessica would have been hurt that the girl did not think that it was she who was giving her this pleasure, would have been jealous of the girl's mother, but, in this situation, Jessica knew that the girl's lustful thoughts about her own mother would make things easier for the journalist, would make it easier for her to get her interview with Marsha Billings, the interview that would make Jessica a media great.
Jessica moved her mouth off the girl's pussy for a moment, pulling her tongue out of the cunt. She let Kristy rest for just a few seconds, calm down a bit before the final pleasure came to her. Then she grinned at the sexy teen-ager and lowered her face again to the area between the girl's firm, dark legs and sucked the excited clitoris in her mouth.
Her pussy quivered.
Kristy gasped when Jessica did that.
"Mother! That is wonderful!"
Then she said nothing else. She just sighed and moaned and moved on the ground as the journalist sucked on her clit, as the heat moved down to her pussy.
She could not believe that this was happening to her and the girl especially could not believe that she was thinking of her mother as it happened. She had never considered her mother before as a lover. But now, since she had discovered her mother's leather, she had been giving more and more thought to the woman's sexiness, to her softness, to her vulnerability. She yearned for her mother and since this woman was also blonde, she thought of this woman as her mother when she looked down and saw that soft blonde hair move as the female sucked on her clit. In a strange way, she felt that this sexy woman was preparing her for her mother, for an experience similar to this one that she would share with her mother. And she yearned to share that experience. But first, Kristy knew, she would have to learn more about this kind of love, more about what to do to a woman. She could not come to her mother as a novice. After all, her mother was a movie queen, a star.
Thinking of her mother's stardom and feeling the heat pound her pussy and her clit as the blonde, sexy woman sucked on it, Kristy came.
She came with a long sigh and a tension in her body as she raised her pussy up to the woman so that she would be able to suck on her girlish clit more easily. Then she stopped sighing and took a deep breath and relaxed her body, as the woman, recognizing the signs that told her that the orgasm was over, raised her mouth from the clit and grinned up at the girl.
"Wow," Kristy said, reaching down for the woman.
Jessica moved up the girl's body and held her close and kissed her again. This time, when her tongue invaded Kristy's mouth, she knew that the girl would be able to taste the sweetness of her own pussy on that tongue.
When the kiss was over. Jessica lay on the ground and held the girl close to her.
"You thought about your mother when I did that to you," the journalist said.
The girl blushed but said nothing. She turned her eyes away from Jessica's. The journalist knew that she would have to reassure the teen-ager that she was not sick or perverted.
"It is all right," she said, putting her hand on Kristy's jaw and pulling her face up and kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Your mother is a sexy woman."
"You know who my mother is?" the girl asked.
"Yes," Jessica said softly, "and I would like to meet your mother."
"Why?"
"I am a television journalist."
"Oh."
"And I would like to interview your mother."
"I don't know. She doesn't like the press. She wants her privacy. She keeps things secret even from me and Jeff and we are her children."
"I know," Jessica assured her, holding the girl close to her, "but, maybe, if you asked her-"
"Is that why you did this?" the girl suddenly asked. "Is that why you wanted to make it with me? So that I would ask my mother to grant you an interview?"
"No," Jessica said, only half-lying, "I made love to you because I thought that you were a sexy, young girl and I thought that you would enjoy learning about this kind of sex."
Jessica looked into Kristy's eyes as she said that and she saw the softness, the sweetness come back into the girl's eyes when she heard the woman say that she was sexy.
Kristy was thinking that the woman had already taught her a lot and she was sure that the woman would teach her even more before the afternoon was over. She felt that she owed the woman this favor.
"All right," she said softly, "I will ask her to grant you an interview."
"Good."
And then the females kissed again. The business had been accomplished, the agreement made. Now it was time for more lust, more female lust to pass between the two sexy bodies.
And Kristy knew that she wanted to try it, she wanted to do to Jessica what the blonde had done for her. She would have to do that in order to make herself ready for her mother. The woman rolled onto her back and spread her legs as Kristy began to move her way down the blonde's soft body slowly. She knew that, when they were done, they would be covered with dirt and sweat. They would have to rush into the lake and wash themselves. That is what Kristy wanted to do. She wanted another baptism, just like the one that she had had with Tim, her first man. She grinned when she thought of that baptism and she moved her face down to the blonde's tits.
As she licked the nipple that seemed to rise up before her eyes, the girl thought again of her sexy mother. She wanted to be prepared for her mother. She wanted to be prepared for anything that Marsha Billings could come up with.